{"sf1_id":996728,"sf2_id":"dmBoWPWn","title":"Guessing Games","author":"significantotter","words":679,"posted_at":"2016-05-08T16:34:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Fox","Male","No-Yiff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/996728-guessing-games","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBoWPWn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ac/66/ac66fb06-d8b2-4e7d-b321-e6e628ddff12","description":"Not my favorite story to come out of my fiction class, but I'm still pretty happy with it. I liked working with something more light-hearted. There are still a lot of edits that could be made on this, but I decided to just go ahead and post it without completely rewriting it. The characters and personalities are fictional, but this is actually based on a true story!\nI have one more story left to post from my class and its my favorite of the 4! :3","content":"Marik didn't know how Lenny was so relaxed all the time when he perpetually danced on the cliff of expulsion or failing grades or whatever it was that week.\u0026nbsp; But he did.\u0026nbsp; The guy was unmovable; the force of nature funneled into pure not-giving-a-shit.\n\nRight then Lenny lounged out on the disgusting mildewy couch like he was some Roman Emperor.\u0026nbsp; Marik imagined tall twig-like Tim kneeling in front, feeding grapes one by one into his mouth.\u0026nbsp; It was too funny.\u0026nbsp; Marik looked up at the roof of the cramped common room and cracked a smile.\u0026nbsp; Lenny caught his eye.\n\n\"Dude, you look like you just saw a fucking leprechaun, like, fucking or something.\u0026nbsp; What's up?\"\n\n\"You're Caesar, except Cheez-Its instead of grapes.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nTim cracked up, slapping his open hand on his tan dress pants.\u0026nbsp; Tim made Marik smile.\u0026nbsp; The guy looked more stuck up than a fence post with his sky-blue polo and the black dress shoes he wore every day for some God forsaken reason, but he had a great sense of humor.\u0026nbsp; Even the dumbest puns set him laughing.\u0026nbsp; However, understanding the importance of high-brow humor, Marik tried not to make many puns.\u0026nbsp; He planned his jokes very carefully and only punned when it carried a real kick.\n\n\"Fuck yeah, I am.\" Lenny boasted.\u0026nbsp; He brushed the vaguely cheese-colored powder from the Symphony X logo on his shirt.\u0026nbsp; Marik didn't understand the point.\u0026nbsp; The shirt had so many stains that the faces on the star circle pattern were permanent shades of pizza sauce red and Cheez-It orange.\u0026nbsp; The Russel Allen signature, Lenny's badge of pride, was nearly unrecognizable.\n\n\"Lenny fuckin' Caesar, Emperor of Dipshits!\" Lenny himself said, accompanying himself with a boisterous laugh.\n\n\"I think you know plenty about dipwads,\" Tim chimed in.\u0026nbsp; Marik's lips twinged with a gentle smile.\u0026nbsp; \"But I don't think you're the emperor.\u0026nbsp; You're not even a senator of dipwads!\"\n\n\"Yeah, well what's my competition?\"\n\n\"Furry convention's in town,\" Tim laughed.\n\n\"Hah!\u0026nbsp; No shit?\u0026nbsp; Well, I dunno, don't think that robs me of my crown.\"\u0026nbsp; Lenny paused for a brief moment to lick the cheese from his fingers and then tilted his head towards Marik.\u0026nbsp; \"Marik, are you a furry?\"\n\nFor a moment, Marik thought about lying.\u0026nbsp; Hell, he'd done it before.\u0026nbsp; The topic once came up when he'd been home around Thanksgiving.\u0026nbsp; His mother had just finished setting out the turkey when somehow the topic of furries came up.\u0026nbsp; He started correcting them on all the incorrect things they were saying and\n\n\"Marik, are you a furry?\"\n\n\"Nah, I got a friend.\"\n\nBut this time he didn't.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he muttered.\n\n\"Fuck!\" Lenny exclaimed.\u0026nbsp; \"I knew it!\"\u0026nbsp; He erupted in a deep throaty laugh.\u0026nbsp; Marik's knuckles gripped white against the torn fabric of the armchair's arms.\n\n\"Seriously?\" Tim asked.\u0026nbsp; He wasn't laughing, and Marik couldn't quite figure what to make of his expression.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"So, like,\" Tim continued, \"what does that mean?\"\n\nBlood tingled back into Marik's hands as his armchair death-grip loosened.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It's animal-people, you know; you seen them.\u0026nbsp; Furries like drawing them and shit,\" Lenny interjected.\n\n\"And how in heavens did you guess Marik's one?\"\n\n\"You never seen his computer?\"\n\n\"What?\u0026nbsp; No, of course I haven't!\u0026nbsp; I don't snoop Lenny, and you really shouldn't either!\"\n\n\"It weren't snooping!\u0026nbsp; Like shit, Marik's in here every day working on his fucking play scripts!\u0026nbsp; His background's this big sexy fox guy with a bulge like Mario Lopez!\u0026nbsp; How the hell'd you never guess?\"\n\n\"Sexy?\" Tim's eyebrows rose.\n\n\"Shut up, fuckwit!\"\u0026nbsp; Lenny laughed.\u0026nbsp; Marik grinned too.\u0026nbsp; His head was still spinning.\n\n\"So it's like art and stuff?\u0026nbsp; But you also dress up?\u0026nbsp; Like mascots?\" Tim asked after a moment.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Marik nodded, \"like mascots.\"\n\n\"Dude!\u0026nbsp; You're on the wrong end of the fuckin' field.\u0026nbsp; You should've been one of them mascots, not safety!\u0026nbsp; The fuck were you thinking?\"\u0026nbsp; Lenny roared with laughter.\u0026nbsp; Tim nervously chuckled.\u0026nbsp; Marik, however, found the joke genuinely funny and his laughter thundered over top.\n\n\"But we're the buccaneers!\"\n\n\"You can't be a furry pirate?\" Lenny asked.\n\n\"Dipshit.\"\n\n\"That's emperor dipshit!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}