Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower Fairy Tales," and a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," and has also translated the 19th century German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales and ghost stories. All are available as ebooks everywhere.
Coming out as gay did not come to Nate as an insurmountable challenge. His family and friends supported him, and he never had any issues with it at his job, where he worked as an executive administrative assistant. If anything, the people who knew him only wondered why he never seemed to date anyone. But there was a reason why, and that was a secret he refused to share with anyone close to him.
The fact of the matter was that Nate thought of himself as a koala. Now, he wasn't so delusional as to think that he was in fact an actual koala, but he felt that he had the spirit of a koala trapped in a man's body. This is something he decided gradually. At first, back when he was in high school and in college, he felt dissatisfied and disappointed in the human race, seeing all its failings in how people treated each other and the environment, and he sensed that he couldn't possibly be a part of this. But the question naturally arose: if he wasn't a human, what was he? He did research, looking up information on various animals and meditating on the matter, and after doing this and discussing the issue with various Therians online he determined he must be a koala. Koalas are furry, cute, mostly sleepy and docile, and they like to spend most of their time hanging in trees. All these qualities resonated with him.
For a while Nate tried to live more like a koala. After work he would climb up a tree and try to lounge around in it for as long as he could tolerate it. Since he lived in Missouri he couldn't find any eucalyptus trees, so he had to make do with the oak, walnut, maple, and other trees he could find. He ordered eucalyptus leaves online, and once the mailman delivered them to his home he tried to eat them as his only meal; but since eucalyptus leaves are mildly poisonous to humans he eventually grew sick and had to stop this.
One routine Nate did form, however, was to watch and masturbate to koala porn every night. Before he went to bed he would go onto Youtube or another site and find videos of koalas mating. The typical video presented a fairly straightforward scenario. A koala would be lounging on a tree like koalas usually do, and another would climb up the tree, approach the other koala, mount it, and hump it with as much wild abandon as a koala can muster. The other koala would take it patiently, clinging to the tree for dear life lest it fall, and once the aggressor dismounted it would rub its hind legs. While Nate watched all this he dutifully lubricated his dick and stroked it. Whether the videos truly aroused him seemed a bit of a mystery even to him, but he wished it were the case and hoped that by masturbating to them he could make the association happen.
Ideally, Nate wished he could find another gay koala Therian with whom he could have relations, but this seemed to be an impossible task. He looked everywhere on the Internet but could not find a mate. At one point he did find a straight female koala Therian who lived in Kentucky, and in a moment of desperation he chatted with her and pondered dating her as a way of settling, but the prospect of interacting with a vagina was ultimately too deterring for him to try it.
For several years Nate thus lived in animal-sexual exile, unable to mate with anyone due to his uncompromising idiosyncratic preferences. But one day he finally received a respite when he received an e-mail from a person who had found one of his old posts on an Therian website seeking a gay koala. This person, Dave, was also a gay koala and lived in San Diego, and he too was eagerly seeking one of his kind. Nate felt so elated. They chatted. They skyped. They shared koala porn. They dressed up in their koala furry costumes. They sexted and masturbated. And they made plans to meet up.
Nate flew to San Diego. Dave picked him up from the airport in his car. They both were wearing their koala furry costumes. They engaged in the usual banal chit-chat about the flight and about the wonderfully naughty things they were going to do once they arrived at Dave's place, which was a cute ranch-style home. They pulled into the driveway, and when they first entered the house the first thing that Nate noticed was that there was no furniture. Rather, there was only one mattress laid out on the carpeted floor in the middle of the living room, and in one corner of the same room there was a huge pile of canned food stacked up to the ceiling. There also stood a tall, lean safe.
Dave noticed Nate staring at the safe. "Would you like to see what's inside?" he asked with a smile, and without waiting for a response he worked the combination lock with his furry faux-koala paw and opened the safe door to reveal an assault rifle and a cache of bullets. Dave took the assault rifle to show Nate. "Isn't it sweet?"
"Why do you have an assault rifle?" Nate asked.
"Oh well we never talked about work but I work for the Defense Intelligence Agency. It's a really sweet weapon. I love going onto the firing range with it, but I can't do it very often because I go through hundreds of bullets every time I do and it gets very expensive. Would you like to hold it?"
"No, that's all right," Nate said.
"All right." Dave locked the assault rifle up and turned back to Nate. "So, wanna fuck?"
"Okay," Nate said, but as their lips locked he felt some unease about the situation. They dropped down to the mattress and rolled around on it, kissing all the while, feeling their hot, furry koala costumes pressed against each other.
Dave asked, "Do you want to fuck in the koala fur?"
"No, let's take it off."
So they did. As odd as Nate felt, he was relieved to finally have before him a naked, sexually charged man. Nate buried his face in Dave's ass, licked his hole until Dave squealed to be fucked, put on a condom, lubed himself and Dave, and stuck his cock inside him. Nate fucked furiously with the over-eagerness of someone who rarely ever gets the opportunity, and within a few minutes he climaxed, pumping deep into Dave's ass and then, once the energy was gone, withdrawing.
The next day Nate flew back to Missouri.