Now, I'm in the works of writing up a huge textwall about a deviantart wonder who has remained obscure beyond my circle of friends, but in the meantime I have a story about my first boyfriend.
To start off, it's worth noting that not long before this all happened, some awful shit happened to me. Not like, teenage-girl drama, I mean police were contacted and there are restraining orders. I don't want to make this about me, but in order to understand why this all happened you have to know that, at this time, I was extremely withdrawn and distrustful. I dropped out of high school and was in intensive therapy sessions, but I spent my free time online. I was one of the top posters in a forum for a really shitty anime about dogs. I was 13, I can't say I had very good taste. Rewatching it recently, it is literally one of the worst pieces of garbage I've ever had to put myself through. I needed a friend and a drinking game to finish it.
Because of this, this forum was overflowing with spergs, weebs, and furries. I was no better, but I was kind of the outspoken asshole of the board. Most of the users hated me because I was overwhelmingly passive-aggressive and insecure. However, one user befriended me.
Now, in hindsight, this user screamed of sperg. Every single post he made on the forum was tl;dr, and he thought himself way more intelligent than he really was. He had way too much to say about any given topic and over-analyzed everything remotely to do with this stupid blue dog anime. Still, he seemed to like me despite my constant emo attention-whoring and complete lack of manners, and we ended up hitting each other up on MSN.
I soon learned that he was 18, which was weird, considering how friendly he was towards a tiny idiot sperg. Regardless, he was one of the only people who tolerated me, and soon became one of the first people to gain my trust after my incident. We became close after several months of talking and, a few weeks after my 14th birthday, we confessed our love to each other.
Brace yourselves, friends. It gets far worse.
At the time, I didn't feel phased by his age. He had talked about his lack of interest in any sex, which I shared, so I felt pretty safe. He lived in another part of the country anyway, so it wasn't like he was going to show up at my house telling me to tits or gtfo. In fact, our relationship was never at all sexual. No nudes, no cybering, not really any mentions of it, really. We spent most of our time sperging about vidja and dog anime. However, what I adored doing was roleplaying. Not in the sexual sense, like the "I'm going to write huge paragraphs pretending to be my original character" type. And, being obsessed with a magic dog anime, my characters were going to be talking dogs, of course. Not furries, just straight dogs. He had dog characters too, and we'd write all this stupid dog shit.
Slowly but surely, he became obsessed with one of my dog characters. He was always asking me these questions about him and telling me how cute he was and how much he liked him. Slowly the questions got weirder, like "does he want puppies?" and "can he be gay?" Being his girlfriend I felt obliged to make him gay for his sake, but I felt kind of weirded by the whole thing. He went on to admit he was attracted to this dog and wanted to pair him up with a character of his that was basically a huge self-insert. He told me that the whole reason he found the dog anime we met through in the first place was because he thought the main character, a puppy, was sexy. For some reason I didn't really seem particularly bothered by this... maybe I was, I just didn't allow myself to accept it because I was obligated to accept him because I was his girlfriend. He told me he wanted to confide this to me for ages and was so happy I was accepting him. I felt like a good person, honestly.
Now that he knew he could trust me, he told me more about himself. He was, apparently, an "oracle," able to see the future in his dreams. But the catch was that if he ever told anyone, they wouldn't come true. Yeah right, buddy.
Not long after, he expressed his great desire to meet me in person. He said he wanted to marry me, and he was applying to every single college in my area. This is when I started to feel uncomfortable, but I assumed I was just overreacting. After all, he'd had a lot of contact with my parents, and they trusted him. We'd be sleeping in separate rooms, and his mother would be coming with. And so, reluctantly, we scheduled 4 days where he would be staying with me and my parents.
Only a few days before leaving, his dog died.
He felt terrible, and I felt bad for him. I understand the pain of losing your dog, but yet something about it seemed wrong. His dog was old and ready to go, which hurts, but he refused to accept that any good or relief had come out of this, and was irrationally angry and pushing me away. After snapping at him, he confessed to me that he was in an emotional and sexual relationship with his dog, and had been so for years. He orally and anally raped this animal for four years. I was pissed. I didn't tell him so because I was supposed to be his loving and understanding girlfriend, right?
He visited me a few days later. Those were some of the most uncomfortable four days of my life. I didn't hug him goodbye when he left and he cried, which is hilariously sad in hindsight. I dumped his ass a few days later, and blocked him not long after as he kept pestering me about how much he misses me and how much he still loves me and that love never dies. After this he enlisted one of our mutual friends to basically tell him everything I was doing and stalk me to all sorts of websites and new accounts. Eventually I just made new accounts everywhere, including a new email, and didn't let anyone who was still on good terms with him know.
I haven't really talked to him since, but I learned recently he's enrolled in a college program less than an hour away from my home, so that's kind of creepy. I kind of hope he shows up one day so I can laugh at him. At the time it was creepy, but years later I can laugh about it.
TL;DR: At age 14 I was being groomed by a dogfucking neckbeard who claimed to be psychic and had a Labrador Retriever as his side bitch.
EDIT: Somehow he got wind of this post and is now whining about it. This is amazing. Apparently this is "hurtful."
Raping animals is also pretty hurtful, buddy. Go you.
Apparently they were abused so badly that they developed PTSD from this mistreatment.
