The following text was found in a journal that had been discarded on the side of the road. Although I have done much searching to try to find it's author, no information is known about the author. This is his story:
At age 7, my life changed forever. On one fateful Tuesday afternoon, I was lucky enough to be shown the Blockbuster Classic Air Bud. I was instantly captivated by his flowing golden locks, his long, pointed snout, and his impeccable basketball skills. This was the first day of the rest of my life. After the movie ended I couldn't get the golden retriever out of my mind. No matter where my mind went Air Bud would follow me as if he was magnetically attracted to me. That night I didn't sleep at all. The only thing on my mind was waking up and getting to watch Air Bud again. That morning I begged my mother to let me go out and buy a VHS copy of it. Being the kind soul my mother was she surprised me with it when I came home from primary school. That was the best day of my life. Watching that VHS tape became a ritual I would partake in every day. It was a religious experience. Before long, once a day wasn't enough time to spend with the delicious, golden angel. I started waking up two hours early just to be able to watch the movie more. School became agonizing. Those six and a half Dreadful hours were six and a half hours I wasn't with Air Bud. I yearned to be home every second that I was at school. It was torture. However, when the final bell rang at exactly 2:45 p.m. I experienced a feeling of orgasmic relief. When that glorious bell rang I knew that it wouldn't be long before I would get on the bus and be transported to my place of dwelling. Every second on that bus was a second closer to getting home and experiencing that spectacular film over again. When other kids would hang out after the bus left, I would run home as fast as I could. I had more important matters to take care of. I didn't have any friends. No one likes being around me and no one was ever excited to see me. I used to hate this and I hated everybody. But I found something way better than friends. I found something that would always be there for me and never leave my side. I found: Air Bud. Everyday after school he was there. His smiling face and golden fur Blowing in the Wind made the wait everyday so worth it. Air Bud never called me fat. Air Bud never called me gay. Air Bud would never stop talking when I walk by or just straight up leave when I got near. Airbud wasn't a jerk. He was a friend. He didn't care who I was. He just cared about being a friend. Day after day, Air Bud slowly absorbed more and more of my brain capacity. During math class while I was learning how to divide long or multiply fractions or convert decimals, thoughts of the golden angel would pop into mind. While I wouldn't quite understand the lessons anymore I was so much happier because instead of my mind being full of numbers it was full of that magnificent Golden Retriever. These thoughts followed to English class. Then history. Then science. Eventually I was thinking about him throughout the entire day. I was a pretty imaginative kid. I was pretty wacky. There were some pretty high-concept crazy thoughts that would go through my head that no other kid would think of. Like people would always say, " wow that's so weird and random and crazy how would you even think of something like this?" Well anyway, Air Bud started coming to school with me. I know now that it wasn't real it was all in my wacky, crazy, high concept, one-of-a-kind head. But he was real to me, and it was comforting. It felt nice. He was in all of my classes. Having his presence there with the most comforting feeling I had ever felt. He didn't talk to me at first, he didn't talk to anyone. I like to think he might have been too shy to talk to me; God knows that I was so nervous to talk to him. The first few weeks were a little awkward but having him there was just nice. On the Wednesday of the third week, he sat next to me on the bus. My heart sank and there was a huge pit in my stomach. Air Bud was the first person to sit next to me on the bus. He said hello with a smile in his voice and asked me how my day was. No one has ever asked me anything like that before. He said that he had noticed me looking at him and he thought we felt the same way. We had both wanted to be friends with each other. After that I never rode the bus alone again. Air Bud came home with me that day and we got right to getting to know each other. The next day at school, Air Bud sat right next to me. Bobby Johnson tried to take his spot and I told him to go somewhere else because that was where Air Bud was sitting. He pushed Air Bud off the seat and sat down anyway. He said that everywhere else was taken and he would love to not sit by me. Bobby Johnson was a jerk. I hated him. I quickly learned that talking to or about my new canine comrade out loud was not a good idea. I once asked him for help out loud in math class. The entire class burst out into laughter; not with me, but at me. People started calling me a freak and I didn't hear the end of it for months. I quickly learned that people didn't understand my friendship with Air Bud. Even the adults didn't understand. They wouldn't laugh at or make fun of me directly, but they would tell me to stop talking to myself. I could tell they were still laughing at me on the inside. I could see it in their eyes. I learned when I could and couldn't talk to Air Bud out loud. Only when we were alone could I use my supple voice to communicate with him. Those were my favorite times I spent with him. Otherwise we could communicate telepathically. I would just think about what I wanted to say to him, and Bud would answer back as if I had actually just spoken. This way we could talk to each other anytime, anywhere without fear of outside judgment. I started talking to actual people less and less. Why would I interact with those jerkwads that hate me and don't even want to talk to me anyway. With Air Bud I had unlimited conversation and it was always good. As long as I had Air Bud I didn't need to talk to people. So I didn't. When I stopped making an effort to talk to people, they stopped trying to talk to me. This confirmed my long-standing suspicions. These people didn't actually want to talk to me. They just felt bad for me. Or worse, their parents made them talk to me. Air Bud wasn't only an amazing conversationalist, he also liked to play and was quite the athlete. We would play basketball together and he would always beat me. I bet he could have beaten every single kid in the entire school in a row without breaking a sweat. He was that good. But no one would actually want to play with us, this I knew. Everyone would just steer clear me on the playground like they always did. Air Bud would always come with us on all of our family outings. We went to a strawberry farm and picked fresh strawberries. Air Bud started eating them straight off the plant. Air Bud was so funny. Getting to spend every single day with each other was so good and made my life exponentially better than it used to be. Then people really started to not understand me. People went from ignoring me to being straight up mean. People started calling me mean names to my face in the hallways at school. I would just ignore them and keep walking. I didn't need to fight back. Air Bud was standing up for me. He'd yell at them and tell them to leave me alone. I didn't let it get to me. If I was such a freak like they were saying, why would someone as cool as Air Bud want to be my friend? The bud was so strong no matter what people called me. Slowly the insults got way worse than freak. People started calling me 'retard' and 'faggot'. But no matter what people said, Air Bud was never afraid to come to my defense. There was one time I did try to stand up for myself. Bobby Johnson came up to me and said, "Hey faggot, you got a date with Air Bud tonight?" I'd had it. I was not going to let these people push me around anymore. I yelled, "you better watch your mouth Bob, or Air Bud will come chew you up and spit you out!" He stared at me in a stunned silence. I thought I had finally got him, I had finally put the tyrant in his place. Then he started laughing. Everybody in the hallway started laughing. I ran out of the school with tears streaking down my face. I went behind the school and cried. Air Bud licked the tears off my face. He made me feel better. Air Bud said he never wanted to see me cry again. He started getting more and more aggressive with the bullies. When someone was mean to me I'd see Air Bud go up to them and sock them right in the mouth. That made me feel good even though I knew deep down it was not real. Thinking about these kids being hurt brought me so much joy. I fantasized about them being in horrible accidents and not coming to school. When they would cross the street I would see a huge bus leave them nothing but a pulsing pulp on the side of the road. When they were climbing a tree I would see them fall and horribly break both knees completely bending them the wrong way, disabling them for life. The Bullying came to a climax on March 13th, 2003. It was a Friday; a beautiful day, sunny with absolutely perfect weather. I was walking home from school with my best friend and we were making plans to start off the weekend right with a viewing of our favorite movie. I was so happy and distracted to notice that I was talking out loud; too busy to notice the demons coming up behind me. "Who ya talkin to faggot? Is it your boyfriend, Air Bud?" These razor sharp words came from none other than Bobby Johnson. Him and his goons had seen me and decided to follow me. I was not about to let Bobby ruin my weekend. I picked up my pace. "Got nothing to say to me, freak? You know you're not normal right? Come on boys let's do this kid a favor and knock a little bit of sense into him!" Before I could understand what was happening, Bobby ran up to me, grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, and punched me right in the nose. I fell down and saw my own blood splatter onto the sidewalk. Bobby ripped my backpack off of me and before I could get up his goons were surrounding me. They started kicking me while I was down, sending shock waves throughout my chubby body. It hurt so bad but I couldn't move so I just curled up into a ball on instinct. One kid kicked me in the testicles. The shock made me vomit up a green and brown mess. That finally made all of his goons back up. The torture was finally over, or so I thought. Then Bobby came back over to me and he dumped the contents of my backpack out onto the grass. The final item to fall out was a VHS, the one I kept with me at all times for security. That beautiful, spectacular VHS that had introduced me to my best and only friend in the whole world, was being picked up off the ground by Bobby Johnson before my very eyes. Bobby looked me right in the eyes and said, "Be kind, Rewind." he ripped the film from its plastic casing, destroying in mere seconds what had given me days of entertainment. Him and his goons cackled and howled with devilish laughter as they walked down the sidewalk. "See you on Monday," one of them called out to me. As they walked away I still couldn't move. All I could do was imagine what Air Bud was about to do to them. Air Bud ran after them in a fit of rage. He barked the loudest bark I've heard in my entire existence. He jumped on one of the goons snapping his neck and killing him instantly. That goon was the lucky one. At least his death was relatively quick and pain-free. Air Bud went up to the next goon and tore his arms off. Blood gushed onto the sidewalk. The Goon passed out from shock and blood loss. The last goon had the skin on his face ripped off. He sat there screaming for a little bit until Air Bud put him out of his misery with a loving neck snap. Last was Bobby; he would not receive a fate as kind as his Goons'. Air Bud made it a point to keep him alive as long as possible. Air Bud started by pinning Bobby down and biting all ten fingers off of his hands one by one. He then ripped Bobby's shirt from his body and made a huge tear in Bobby's stomach. Air Bud started pulling all of the intestines out of his body and laid them on the sidewalk like a trophy. He bathed in Bobby's blood and licked it up from the sidewalk. Bobby laid there sputtering up blood; by some miracle he was still alive. Instead of finishing him off, Air Bud just looked at him and spat in his face. After helping me stand, Air Bud and I walked home. As we passed the broken and bloody bodies that littered the ground like acorns, I couldn't help but smile. Seeing these people in pain, even if deep down I knew that it was not real, brought me so much joy. The idea of these monsters being horribly disfigured and murdered gave me a special sense of euphoria that nothing else has quite ever created for me. After cleaning the blood off my face there wasn't really much evidence that I had been hit. This was super fortunate because I did not want my mother to know I was getting bullied. I did not want to add more stress to her life. Raising me all by herself was weighing on her enough, I could tell. Apparently I had a dad when I was a baby but I have no memory of him. It's fine though, I didn't need a dad. I had Air Bud. I got home and I tried my best to put on a fake smile and I think it worked; my mom did not suspect me at all. If she did she just kept it to herself. When I got into my room that night I didn't have to put on an act anymore. I let everything out and cried harder than I had ever cried in my whole, entire life. I sat there wanting to fall asleep and never wake up, but sleep didn't come to me. A few hours of crying later and I heard a knock on my door. My heart sank even further down than it already was. "Aw crud," I thought. I've been too loud and my mother heard me. I frantically tried to dry my face and think of some cover story. The door opened and instead of my dear Mother I saw the warm face of my Amber hero. He jumped up into my bed and curled up next to me. He whispered into my tiny ears, "Shh. No More Tears, only dreams." His warm body and velvety soft coat were soothing and instantly calmed me down. I always thought about asking the bud to sleep in my bed with me at night, but I'd never mustered the guts to pop the question. I didn't have to ask anymore, he came to me. Despite everything that had happened that Dreadful day, I went to bed that night with a smile on my face because Air Bud was by my side. What was the worst day of my life turned into the best night of sleep I had ever gotten. I woke the next morning feeling energized. I was not going to let those simpleton bullies get to me. I mean really. What did they really take away from me? A copy of Air Bud? If Bobby Johnson thought that was the only copy of the golden canine's Bible that I owned, he was a huge fool. I went into that weekend at the lowest of lows and left feeling on top of the world. When going to school that next Monday, something weird happened. I was sitting on the bus next to Air Bud when all of a sudden some kid just sat down in air bud's spot. He turns his big head over to me and says, "Hi, my name is Tobias. I just moved here and this is my first day of school. I saw that there was an open seat here so I thought that now would be the perfect time to put myself out there and make a new friend!" I sat there absolutely dumbfounded. I could not believe the nerve of this kid! "What the hell are you doing? Get out of here! This is where Air Bud sits! Didn't your parents teach you not to take other people's seats?" I gave him a little shove and he looked scared as he scurried further back into the bus to find somewhere new to sit. "That oughta show him," I said to my best friend as we shared the rest of the bus ride together. Over the next few days I once again found myself completely distracted from my studies. I couldn't stop thinking about the night that Air Bud kept me company in my bed. I desperately wanted to ask him to come back and sleep with me again, and I could sense that he also wanted to join me in slumber, but both of us were too embarrassed. After it weighed on me for weeks, I finally decided to approach him about it. "H-hey, uh, A-air Bud. Remember th-the other night when you sl-sl ... when you slept with me? Maybe, w-we could do that again ... every night? Ya know, only if it's cool with you." I braced myself for the response. "I thought you'd never ask." my heart absolutely exploded with delight. That night as I went to bed, I did so snuggled up to the warm belly of my favorite person in the whole wide world. The realization that this would be what every night is like brought an involuntary smile to my maw as I drifted off into the land of dreams. The next day at school my mind was more clear than it had ever been. Everything I learned about at school finally made sense. Now that I had my best friend sleeping with me, I was finally satisfied. Or so I thought. For a few weeks everything was perfect. I would go to school, come home and watch Air Bud, then snuggle up next to the dog himself when it came time to drift off into sweet slumber. For those few glorious weeks everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. But then my desire started to get more intense. Simple desires for Comfort transformed into something much more. While he was lying next to me I thought about Air Bud turning to me and licking my face. I just sat there and imagined accepting his Sloppy Kisses. The version of myself in my head was much Bolder so I would kiss Air Bud back. Before I knew it, my fantasies had turned into real life. One night, the Bud looked me in the eye as we were laying in bed and said, "hey, can I try something weird?" my heart was racing as I let him know he could try anything he wanted. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. It left a huge wet spot of slobber. I wanted more. Air Bud could tell I wanted more and he happily gave me what I wanted. He continuously licked my face until spit was completely covering my face. It felt good. Damn it felt good. So good I was erect within seconds. Normally I would be super timid in a situation like this, but my horniness took over and my body moved on its own according to its primal, burning sexual desire. I grabbed my Canine Companion by the face and kissed him back. I forced my tongue deep into his mouth and he lovingly accepted it. It was awesome. I was truly in heaven. I ingested large amounts of his saliva as our tongues had a boxing match in each other's mouths. The feeling was so intoxicating that before I knew it I had my tiny hands clasped around my cow-patterned penis and I was furiously stroking up and down. I emptied my seminal vesicles within seconds due to overstimulation. Just like that I was exhausted. I went to bed that night with a smile on my face and cum on my sheets. After that night it was all over. That became our little nightly ritual and I found it hard to sleep if we didn't partake in it. I started failing all of my classes because my thoughts were completely being taken up by Air Bud. Instead of studying poetry, I was thinking thoughts like, "I am so in love with Air Bud, he is the best! I want him to rip off my clothes and my little underwear, lie me back, and just absolutely suck me off until I cum down his throat. I love his body and I want to suck on his eight nipples then let him fuck me hard in the ass with his bulging red rocket. I don't care if it bleeds. I want our blood and souls to connect." I couldn't get Air Bud out of my mind. I don't know what it was, but the thought of a boy and his dog having sex turned me on so much. Just thinking about his penis against mind made me so horny. After weeks of only making out with Air Bud every night and the urge to do so much more with him growing, one glorious Friday night I decided to take things into my own hands. I was going to fuck Air Bud. I made up my mind that day in school. The urge had been willing up in me for too long and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I treated that day as normal as I could at first. When I got home from school I watched my second viewing of Air Bud for the day like I always did. After that I ate dinner and tried to act as normal as possible. Then it was finally time. There was no turning back now. We hopped into bed and started the routine like normal. Our tongues were deep inside each other's mouths. Air Bud's tongue was more rough than mine, but he produced much more saliva than me so it didn't really matter. It came to the part where I would normally start to masturbate, but I wasn't going to do that this time. No, this time, I grabbed Air Bud's penis instead of my own., Air Bud leaned over to my ear and sexily whispered, "Finally, I thought you'd never make the first move." Those words filled me with so much passion that I almost experienced a hands-free orgasm right then and there. I suppressed the urge and got Right to Work pleasuring Air Bud's gilded member. I slipped it into my mouth and the moist red tip extended halfway down my throat. It was slimy and somewhat salty to The Taste. That beautiful taste was so intoxicating I didn't even care that I could barely breathe. I didn't need air anymore. Air Bud was directly giving me life straight down my throat. After sucking and sucking (boy he had stamina) Air Bud whispered into my ear, "get ready to accept my gift for you." Before I had time to think, I felt a burst of warm, sticky liquid erupt down my throat. Air Bud pulled his meaty Punisher out of my mouth while still spraying his seed. He emptied the last of it all over my face and chest completely caking me in his warm love. I sat there in absolute Bliss as I swallowed the present Air Bud had given to my mouth. I looked over at Air Bud and he was looking back at me with a devilish grin. He said, "you sit there, I'm going to clean you off." I was ready for him to come lick his own seed off of me and I closed my eyes in anticipation. After nothing happened for a few seconds I opened my eyes to see Air Bud standing over me completely cutting off all means of my Escape. I was completely his. In this position, he could have his way entirely with me. Standing over me, he positioned his penis near my face. A golden stream of liquid that matched his fur erupted from his cock. It washed over my face and body completely enveloping me with his warmth. I open my mouth to accept it into my body. The Taste was magnificent, even saltier than his member. I was in absolute heaven. I screamed, "Yes Air Bud, yes! Give it to me! I want to accept every part of you! Even the gross and embarrassing parts! I want all of you!" He finished emptying his bladder into my mouth and I swallowed every last drop. My mind was completely blank. My body was completely numb from ecstasy. I thought this night couldn't possibly get any better. There was no way I could feel any more pleasure than I already had. But Air Bud had one last trick up his sleeve. In my catatonic state, Air Bud flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He brought his loving cock to my ready asshole. He plunged it in and my eyes rolled back into my head. This was officially the best day of my entire life. There was no way I could go on living without being able to feel this. I submitted myself completely to Air Bud. After inserting himself into me, his red tip extended deep inside me. I felt it go past my prostate and start lapping at my large intestine. The pain was so great and I could feel blood dripping down my legs and collecting on the bed. It hurt, but knowing that I was giving pleasure to my canine hero was more than enough to make me the happiest person in the world. With one final thrust, Air Bud Unleashed his second round of seed deep inside of me. My blood mixed with his semen, symbolizing the connection of our souls and our eternal, undying love for each other. "I love you Air Bud! I want you to stay with me for the rest of my life! I can no longer live without you by my side!" He didn't say anything. He looked at me with a stoic, regal look that told me everything I needed to know. I went to bed that night snuggled up to my best friend crying tears of joy. Tomorrow is going to be the first day of the rest of my life together with Air Bud.