Sydney [02]: Lions & Tigers & Bears
#3 of Sydney
Sydney drifted back to school in a daze, mixed with exciting rushes of fear and wonder. The teacher wouldn't let his mind wander though, and his mind wouldn't let his dick be soft; there was work to do. He would do whatever he had to to keep Mr. Shefi off his case, but what he really wanted to do was find someone to fuck. Rita was in another school, and Blue (Bola?) was in another room. With her sister. Who probably wanted to kill him.
Eva's tail was wagging, and he decided he'd switch roles and play with the doggy now that he was sitting behind her. She didn't seem to appreciate his clever twist however and whipped her head around with an audible snarl.
Sydney just huffed out a sigh. He didn't get these children. Most of his class were younger than him already, if only by most of a year's difference, but now that he was going to be a father, he suddenly felt elevated and out of place. Imprisoned in the darker back row of Mr. Shefi's classroom, the young rat felt alone with his thoughts. And his hard-on.
Then, as it seemed to be the way, when he was ready to give up, it was Veronica of all tigers and beasts who was giving him the eye. She was a few seats away but the only other student in the back row, so it easily felt like a sympathetic castaway on a nearby island. She knew what it was like. And Sydney knew what it was like to play in a tigress's muzzle after school. Just a few minutes kissing around the side of the brick building, and Sydney was so charged up he could hardly walk home.
He would hold onto that moment for another month as he tried again and again to get that kind of attention from Veronica. For a while he was alright with being blown off. She was really too cool for vermin like him. He was happy enough to maybe possibly be her boyfriend now. But when Valentine's Day came around and Sydney dressed up, slicked his hair back, and brought in a single red rose, he would end the day in tears and hating himself for laying himself out so vulnerably.
"Back off, rat."
Harsher words were thrown at him from his little sister every day, but Sydney had held Veronica so highly in his heart, that the way she could drop him without effort or raising her voice completely shattered him. For the first time since the school year started, he kept to himself and didn't bother a soul.
His sister Ellie poked her head into his room one day. They were home for a second snow day in a row, and the older rodent seemed too morose and boring for a kid getting an extra day off school.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Too fat?"
"Go away," Sydney said, tugging his shirt down in case even an inch of fur had been showing.
"No," Ellie said and hopped backwards up on her brother's bed. Sydney shifted when the bed bounced, sitting up and putting a folded leg between them.
"What's up, Tubby?"
"Shut up," Sydney said, his face locked in a scowl. "I'm not even fat!"
It didn't matter. Ellie had been poking fun at her big brother ever since before his last growth spurt when he had bordered on slightly-chubby and had sprouted the slightest swell to his middle. Ellie had poked that too.
She poked him now, and even though she drove him up the wall, it was nice to be touched. Sydney smiled at Ellie, grabbed his little sister, and just held her for a while. Until she squirmed out of his grasp and bounded out of the room with a mocking snort.
Flirting with a squirrel in music class just got Sydney laughed at by a lioness, but before long the rat was making out with another big feline, this time by a familiar old tree behind the playground. Things did not progress as well as they had with the black bear, but unlike with Veronica, Sadie didn't ignore Sydney's future advances. They were still exploring each other's muzzles after two weeks, and although Sydney couldn't seem to woo his way into the big cat's pants, it felt like he was growing up now, taking on a mature relationship with a new, or his first real girlfriend! His pre-teen girlfriend that he made out with at recess.
Bola had a range of opinions about Sydney, and she used each one hoping to get her sister on the right track about the guy. She didn't care for all this conflicting personality stuff that Blue had been getting into lately. How she laughed like a little kid at that stupid Bun-in-the-Dell commercial or stopped eating french fries with ketchup and just ate them plain. And what was worse, she wasn't mad about it all!
That dumb rat pest was just trying to get in their pants; they had never let some weird new person in through their barrier without agreeing first, and now Blue was letting herself be chased all over the playground by this gross little rodent. For the first time in her life, Bola started making other friends of her own. What else could she do? She had no idea where those two had run off to.
Blue was scared. At first she didn't know how to feel about Sydney. He was a funny little thing. Perhaps that's why she took a liking to him. He made her laugh because he looked so silly. And yet cute too. She was a good foot taller than him, and although he was a scrawny young rodent, there was a confidence in his eyes. A funny confidence. Like an innocent one. He didn't seem dumb, but he certainly wasn't very smart.
Sometime after this flicker of a million thoughts was when life changed for the black bear. Blue was a sliver of an hour younger than her sister Bola, but they were the perfect pair, sharing every experience since before they knew what experiences were. So when Bola met her sister's giddy stupidness over the rat with judgmental glares, Blue was confused. Weren't they both supposed to giggle at the silly rat boy?
She was scared of losing what bond she once had with Bola. They were best friends. And though she tried to join in with her sister's outlook (after she claimed Sydney had come on to her, Blue had to almost hold her sister back from pounding the guy into the pavement), she had to face that things weren't likely to magically come back together again. She wanted more than anything to just believe they would, but it had been almost three months now without getting the period she had been getting (she and Bola had been getting) for over a year already. She tried to lie it off, to both Bola and herself, but she knew it couldn't go on for too long. She wasn't even thinking about the little rat-bear cub likely growing in her - and maybe it was a distraction, a preferable problem to face - nevertheless the more present danger to the life she had always known was only this. The fear of being found out. And it rattled her more with every day that passed unchanged.