{"sf1_id":474097,"sf2_id":"Rm05X0Rn","title":"Survival of the Fittest: The Romance Extrapolation (part 3)","author":"fenix_rae","words":1105,"posted_at":"2012-12-14T06:02:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Fox","Gay Relationships","M/M","Mouse","Mutt","Penis","Plot Development","Rabbit","Southern culture","bars"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/474097-survival-of-the-fittest-the-romance-extrapolation-part-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm05X0Rn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/04/41/0441c097-26d8-4649-97f2-9310c2d287e4","description":"#3 of Survival Of The Fittest-\n\nThanks for reading the third installment. please tell me what you think!","content":"I had a friend in high school named Cayce.\u0026nbsp; She was a small mouse in stature with a pouty face. She always had the worst luck with men. What surprised me looking back is that Cayce never did grieve the loss of a lover.\u0026nbsp; They just left. No ice cream tantrums or Facebook stalking to see her ex's ugly new girlfriends-- none of it. She had one particular \"toy\" by the name of Jeb-- a mutt of a hound with a bitch of a mother.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was always fascinated by sexual perversion. I remember the times when I was around\u0026nbsp;twelve-- with explosively raging hormones--\u0026nbsp;sneeking peeks at the other boys' packages in the showers after gym. I was obviously gay and some boys got a little privy to my plan of letting them strip first as I fiddled in my backpack with slanted eyes at the different penises bouncing around the room. Some did not take it well-- they threatened to kick my ass had I ever done something like that again and said I was sick and they would pray for me. Some seemed to like the attention, for whatever reason-- as long as I was looking and not touching, it didnt matter to them.\n\nCayce did not just look. She touched everything. I remember when we were sixteen and Cayce had told me that she had had sex for the first time-- with Jeb.\u0026nbsp; I was more than a little curious for the brass-tax details.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm only half a virgin.\" she had said to me.\n\n\"What is that supposed to mean?\" I asked her.\n\nShe looked nervous. \"I wouldn't let him put it in my cootch because he didnt have a rubber... so it didn't count the full way, but he came so it was a half way.\"\n\nI giggled. \"Excuse me.....\"\n\n\"He came and it got in my hair and it was sticky...\" she said.\n\n\"gross...\"\n\nShe was antsy in fourth block... world history class I think... and someone asked her why she was wiggling so much and I spoke up for her.\n\n\"It's because her chair isn't quite right and she is somewhat 'ANAL' about how her chair sits. Isn't that right, Cayce?\"\n\nShe turned beet-red and didn't come back to school for two days. When she returned she said she forgave me and that was the christian thing to do. I reminded her she was a catholic and not a christian.\n\n\"Same fucking thing, asshole.\" she said.\n\nNot too long after Jeb got his nut, whether it was received from the butt or cooter, he wanted nothing to do with pouty-faced Cayce. She wasn't sad.\u0026nbsp;She said she didn't really love him. She didn't care. She found a new boy, a wolf if I remember, named Ethan-- who also got his ejaculation and left.\n\nCayce was unlucky in love, but it was her own damn fault so don't feel bad for her.\n\nI tell you all that because I never quite was able to do what Cayce did. I could not seperate sex-- the big nasty-- from real love.\u0026nbsp; If I had sex it was because I loved them-- and it wasn't often this little fox got his bone. I didn't need it-- which set me apart from the other gays who were either knot deep in a new man or finishing off the lastest chew toy.\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nSo, after I left the confines of Le Vieux Carre, I ended up sleeping until noon the next day. I woke up to see no one in my bed, which was not a surprise, but it's always a good thing to check after a rather inebriated night on the town. I made myself some eggs and I waited.\n\nBack in middle school when I was peep-stalking the boys in the locker room, those boys were learning how to express limerance, date, love, and break-up in healthy ways that were best for both the boy and the girl. I was not so lucky. I had taught myself to cherish another being as obsessively as possible. I never learned how to deal with other people in a romantic way and I beleive that is the case for most gay and lesbian individuals because we were so enthralled in the confines of our big 'secret.'\u0026nbsp; Yes, I did have a relationship with the cutest boy in school, a slick rabbit by the name of Nolan. Looking back on old journals I have even read entries where momma was gonna send me away to have his bastard child. My relationship with Nolan was all angst-ridden, it was all unrequited, it was as sexy as I could imagine, and it was all made-up.\n\nWatch out, because I don't know how to love; but, I know how to stalk your ass.\n\nSunday came and went, I was biding my time until I could get back to that bar to see if that reptile would show himself again in public.\n\nMonday.\n\nTuesday. The mail came-- bills as usual.\n\nWednesday.\n\nThursday.\n\nFriday.\n\nSaturday came at last! I had to actually speak to him. What was I going to say? \"Hi. whats your name?\"\n\nYes, I had to know his name.\n\nWhat if he wasn't there?\n\nI swallowed my fruit stripes gum-- I beleive someone told me it stays in your stomache for seven years, what bullshit-- and walked into the doors of Le Vieux Carre, tripping over the threshold and falling to the floor.\n\nYep. It was a great start.\n\n\"Are you okay, Fifi?\" I heard Ms. Kraven screech from the bar, making no real attempt to leave the shirtless boys around her.\n\n\"I think I'm fine.\" I touched my face to check.\u0026nbsp; I looked to my paw and saw blood. \"Uhh... Ms. Kraven, Do you got a band-aid?\"\n\n\"In the purse I think.\" she calledto me and she reached for her bag so she could scavenge through it. \"Yeah, Darling, here's one!\"\n\nIt was a big bulky band-aide designed for a decent gash from a sharp razor. It was overkill for my small wound. \"Thanks, love!\" I called to her and I ran to the bathroom.\n\nLooking in the mirror the cut was so much bigger than I had anticipated. It didn't hurt so I guessed it wasn't too serious, and\u0026nbsp;I covered it up with the bulky band-aid. I exited the bathroom and ordered my Jager-bomb.\u0026nbsp;I closed my eyes and chugged and when I opened them he was sitting next to me. He was staring at me. He was talking to me. There is a god!\n\n\"So, how'd you get the band-aid?\" he said.\n\n\"It's a pretty long story.\" I laughed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Survival Of The Fittest-","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/473355-survival-of-the-fittest-overthrowing-the-queen-part-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/476051-survival-of-the-fittest-the-midautumn-night-s-scheme-part-four.json"}}