{"sf1_id":1524713,"sf2_id":"214Pl3r1","title":"\"A Stonewall Story\" - Chapter one","author":"London79","words":1649,"posted_at":"2019-12-20T22:52:00.000Z","tags":["1960's","Anthropomorphic","Human x Anthro","Romance","Stonewall Inn","Transgender"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524713-a-stonewall-story-chapter-one","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214Pl3r1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1524713\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A lonely German Sheperd walks into a bar and meets the love of his life...","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It was a cool spring day in March of 1969, blue - grey Altostratus clouds littered the sky as soft clumps of hard packed snow\n\ncovered the cracked, faded streets of Greenwich village, New York.\u0026nbsp; I slowly trotted down the crumbling sideways of the dull, bleak city\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; on my way to nowhere and any where that would have me:\u0026nbsp; my paws patted the rough concrete of the inner city being dragged\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; behind by my limp, sagging body.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I finally reached my destination, a bar sandwiched between two adjacent buildings constructed of brick and mortar at the foundation\u0026nbsp;\n\nand concrete as the floors ascend. I swiftly pitter-pattered my way up to the solid wooden oak double doors, pulled the heavy wood stained door\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; open and made my way inside. Inside the air was foul, smelled of alcohol and Three Dog Night's \"One\" was playing on the jukebox\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; but this was better than standing out in the cold.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I walked around the right corner coming into the lobby of the \"Stonewall Inn\" as I came to a standstill just over the thresh-hold into the bar's\n\nlobby I saw people sitting at the bar having drinks, standing around, laughing, talking and genuinely having a good time. I stepped toward the bar and\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; got the attention of the bartender and sighed \"Bourbon, on the rocks\" before taking a seat at on a bar stool and putting my muzzle in my\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; paws.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The tender' brings me my bourbon then walks away I stare at the glass before me; its brown thickness makes me sick but it reminds me of\u0026nbsp;\n\nhome. I lift the glass in my large gaping paw to my muzzle and gingerly take a sip; I cough, hack and carry on my eyes watering intensely everyone\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; in the bar just glances at me not really taking notice.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Suddenly 'she' storms in, eyes a blur, tears streaming down 'her' face she races up to the bar snaps at the bartender and softly 'her' voice\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;cracks \"T-The u-usual\" 'she' blubbered through heavy sniffles and sat down on a bar stool the bartender soon brought 'her' a glass of whiskey\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; and 'she' gulped it down without even a hesitation 'she' then slammed the glass back down on the wooden counter sniffled and sighed .\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I watched 'her' worriedly 'she' was a thin, scruffy averagely built young man I'd say no older than eighteen years of age way too young to be\u0026nbsp;\n\ndrinking that's for sure. The young man looked around nervously before returning to his drink, I felt pity for the young man the \"Stonewall Inn\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; wasn't exactly the best place for a young person to be especially for someone his age.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I was no better at twenty-two the worst part was that it was my birthday that day and I was spending it in a bar,\u0026nbsp; I left my so called \"home\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; at six o'clock that morning with only one-hundred dollars in my pocket and a head full of steam.\u0026nbsp; You see my kind (Anthropomorphic animals)\n\n\u0026nbsp;aren't welcome in New York or literally anywhere for that matter the world just seems to hate us for some awful reason and my 'brothers/sisters'\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; and I can't go anywhere without being yelled or shot at.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I return to staring intently at the young man watching him with curiosity, he suddenly jumps to his feet his long blonde hair cascading\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; down his back almost touching his ass his baby blue shirt hugs his body snuggly his blue jeans cling to every muscle on his legs\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; his noodle-y twig like arms fall to his sides as he hurriedly makes his way over to the dance floor.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Once the young man makes it over to the dace floor he starts dancing as if his life depends on it! His arms shoot up into the air as\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; his hips start to sway it's almost hypnotizing the way he moves his body to the beat. I guess he screwed up a move or something because\n\n\u0026nbsp; as I watch him, he stumbles, trips then starts to fall; as he starts to rapidly descend toward the floor however I jump up from the stool I was\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; sitting on and faster than a lightening bolt I run toward him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Once I reach the young man I extend my arms and 'take a knee' the young man then lands like a rag doll in my paws,\u0026nbsp; blinking the young man\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; looks around wildly, then looks up at my very concerned frowning muzzle. \"What the fu- Hey! put me down!\" he shouts with utter rage\n\n\u0026nbsp;in his voice \"I was only trying to help\" I say bluntly the young man just grunted \"Ugh! Well I am a strong independent woman who can take\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; care of herself, thank you very much!\" and proceeds stands up as if nothing happened.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Sorry, Princess\" I scoffed, before returning to the bar. The young er... person followed, once there they tapped on my shoulder\n\n\"Um, Excuse me!\" they shout. \"What!\" I growl turning around my hulking G-Shep frame simply towering over them their eyes widen\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; as they start to back away slowly with a fear I had never seen up until that moment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I put my paw on their shoulder to both steady them and keep them from moving. \"You tapped on my shoulder now what do you want!\"\n\nI huff annoyed \"H-How dare you speak the way you just spoke to me to a woman!\" the young man yells at me. \"Look, Lady I'm sorry\" I\n\n\u0026nbsp;say sarcastically \"Maybe if you wouldn't have been such a bitch about it I wouldn't have called you princess, OK\" \"Fair enough\" the 'lady'\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey!\" the 'lady' calls out \"I know your type? Anthro? right?\" 'she' asks \"Yep\" I answer\u0026nbsp; 'she' looked me up and down \"Impressive\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;'she' states finally.\u0026nbsp; \"What the hell are you talking about?\" I sigh. \"Your musculature is very impressive\" 'she' smiles obviously interested in\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; my body.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Look lady not interested\" I reply \"I never said you were\" 'she' states firmly.\u0026nbsp; I had to hand it to her there I never said I was interested\u0026nbsp;\n\nin her.\u0026nbsp; I stop for a brief moment and look around me before turning back to the 'young lady' in front of me and thought for a second.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well since your here can I buy you a drink?\" I ask hoping 'she'd' say no. 'She' paused for a minute as if in thought then goes \"Sure\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; then adds \"Why the hell not.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I walk over to the bar and ask the bartender for two drinks. 'She' and I both sit in silence sipping our drinks until 'she' suddenly pipes up.\n\n\"Thank you for saving me back there\" before 'she' said those words I was bringing my stein of beer to my lips.\u0026nbsp; After 'she' said those words\u0026nbsp;\n\nI thought for a moment then picked up my stein of beer to bring it to my muzzle. I stop halfway and look at my full stein wide eyed.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I-um\" I stutter. I bump her left arm with my right elbow and say \"Anything for such a lovely lady\" 'she' blushes and smiles \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Uh, thank you\" \"Anytime\" I smirk, then go back to my beer...\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}