Feliz's story
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Feliz was crying. His crying was so severely, in fact, that his cheeks were glassed over from all the tears that had frozen to his face in the sub zero temperatures. Here it was, dangerously close to Christmas, and a small fox named Feliz, of all fates to be bestowed upon a soul by the cosmos, was crying.
Had he not been crying, he would have seen the beautiful landscape that lay before him. He was walking down a desolate farm lane out in the middle of the country, and there was not a soul around, excluding the few farm houses that dotted the landscape. The land was covered with fresh powder snow, and the trees were glazed in a coating of ice that shone vividly on the sunny winter's day. The past few weeks were just terrible weather wise, clouds had dominated the sky, blizzards occurred at least twice a week, but now was peace, and in the middle of this white serene environment a small fox named Feliz was crying so hard he couldn't see the beauty that lay before him.
The vulpine slowed to a stop, and looked down. He was tired, breathless, and exhausted. He had not traveled too far today, as it was still morning, but he was still exhausted. His tears stopped momentarily as he drew a deep breath, and what he saw nearly made him lose it. Feliz saw the sparkling wonderland that lay before his eyes. Only momentarily did he wonder in awe before his tears started to roll again. He doubled over, and kept his eyes fixed on the beautiful white snow, unaware of the puddle of red forming around him. He had his paws on his stomach, where the knife wound was, and moaned, and cried. Feliz's ears perked, for a fleeting moment he thought he heard voices, or perhaps even a car, but he was so overwhelmed with pain that he could not keep his hope up for long, and grimly thought that this was how he was going to die. Feliz found joy in the fact that he would be going out because of a battle wound, and died with his boots on, but his unconscious mind sternly reminded him that he was too young by making him cry some more from an extra jolt of pain.
Feliz fell over into the soft snow, and even as poorly dressed for the cold as he was, he no longer felt cold, but surprisingly warm. He felt as if a fire had encircled him and was warming his body, and as he slowly drifted out of consciousness, his last thought was that of the snow, and thinking that it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Bernie had been a snowplow driver for fourteen years. The old wolf coughed a bit as he started up his engine, and turned his radio to the jazz station. He usually worked the suburbs, however another driver offered to relieve him on that day, and Bernie was told to go out and plow certain streets out in the more rural areas. He had a list of streets that were to be plowed, as people called in to request that their street be plowed so they could get into town.
After about a half hour, he was out in the county, and plowing along, singing to the jazz tune on the radio. He turned down one of the random side roads that he was ordered to clear, and did just so. He thumped on the steering wheel, and stared out the window. He thought he saw an orange figure out on the side of the road, but went by too fast to recognize it, as it was soon covered in snow. He shrugged, drummed more on the steering wheel, and continued down the road. After going to the end of the lane, he turned around, and headed back. This time, he kept a sharp eye out for the orange figure, curious as to why he thought it looked familiar. It had been bothering him, and he could not place his finger on why. He thought it was just another piece of roadside garbage, or even some construction equipment. However, the road was remote and pristine ruling out large pieces of garbage, and there were no construction signs, ruling that possibility out as well. Bernie glanced up at his thermometer, which read -5尊F.
The wolf's old eyes spotted something. Blue jeans attached to sneakers, poking out halfway from beneath a mound of snow that was thrown on top of him by the snowplow. Bernie swore more than just a few words, and jumped out of his cab before it came to a complete stop. He quickly uncovered the snow and found a small fox lying, doubled over in the snow. His cheeks were glassed over, evidently from tears. He picked the small fox up, who was unreasonably light, and placed him gently in the cab. As he did he noticed a large wound in the fox's abdomen, and the obvious loss of a lot of blood. Bernie swore again, blaming the damage on himself, and drove off to the hospital.
The radio meanwhile was playing a rendition of "Feliz-Navidad". Another cruel fate played by the cosmos. The driver didn't realize that the fox's name was Feliz, or that the fox was still barely holding onto life. At that moment in time, Feliz began to wake some from his unconscious sleep, feeling warm again. He heard a few words, and believed that angles were calling his name, oblivious to the radio.
"Feliz....navi....Feliz..." Went the radio.
"Fucking Jesus." Went Bernie.
The fox just slept.
The E.R. Doctor swore too. Not with the colorful expletives of the old wolf driver that brought him in, but simply "Jesus". The leopard rushed the fox into surgery, and before he began his work he muttered "May god watch over you, because it is going to take a miracle from god for me to help you."
"Doctor, I have the blood results back. He's O positive, and we are out of O to give him." a thin otter nurse said. At that instant, Bernie, who had been outside explaining the situation to another doctor, heard the unfolding crisis. Bernie barged into the room, nearly breaking the hinges.
"Sir! You aren't sterilized! You aren't allowed in there!" the doctor he was talking to screamed, and grabbed Bernie's arm.
"I'm O positive" Bernie said with resolve. The doctor let go of his arm, and took him to a room to draw blood for the upcoming surgery. The E.R surgeon took out his cross and spoke, "Thank you father."
Stephanie, the otter nurse was in the room when Feliz gained consciousness. He was bleary-eyed, and could hardly see. He saw Stephanie, who was dressed in a white lab coat, nearly as white as the snow that was his last memory. Stephanie checked his I.V, and noticed that he was awake.
"Hey there cutie! How are we today?" Stephanie said.
"Am...am I in heaven?" Feliz said.
"No sweetie, I'm sorry, although I am awfully flattered." Stephanie said with a smile. She was too late though, Feliz was asleep again, adrift in his warm sheets, which were as white as Stephanie's coat.
A few hours passed, and Feliz was awake again. It was dark now, and so was the room. Feliz looked around, and noticed he was alone again. He suddenly bolted upright, and stared down at himself. He was no longer in his jeans and bloody long sleeved shirt, but rather a light blue hospital gown. He lifted the gown and saw that there were stitches where the knife wound had been. He felt overjoyed to be alive again...this meant that Marc...Feliz might still have a chance!
Before his thoughts could continue, a tall white snow leopard walked in. Feliz suddenly felt calm, but didn't know why. The leopard adjusted his glasses, and turned on the room light. Feliz squinted, and the doctor smiled.
"Hello" The doctor spoke, in a very soft tone that was almost as soft as his fur.
"Hi" Squeaked Feliz.
"My name is Dr. Raymond Leapkin. You can call me Dr. Ray if you like." Raymond continued, "I came to check up on you and get a little information if that is okay with you."
"Okay...Dr. Ray." Said Feliz smiling softly, and noticed the cross the doctor wore around his neck. Feliz never liked religion, but had borrowed from all religions when it came to his personal philosophies, especially Buddhism. However the Doctor seemed nice, and gave off an aura of trustworthiness which Feliz easily responded to after weeks of lonely neglect.
"First, we your name." said Ray
"Feliz, Feliz Barker." Said Feliz
"Interesting name, beautiful though." Said Ray, taking note.
"What about family?"
At this, Feliz panicked, he had family per say, but they had abandoned him. He also knew that the doctor needed family information for insurance, which Feliz no longer had, he guessed. He panicked as he wondered what would happen to him once they found out he could not possibly cover his hospital bill. Then Feliz panicked at the thought of state custody...adoption...more of this "family" that would probably ditch him all the same.
"I...I have no family," Said Feliz meekly.
"Oh dear, that's not going to do now is it?" The doctor said as he frowned. Feliz blushed and started to sniffle. "Here it comes" he thought. "Now I am going to get kicked out." A single tear rolled down the side of his face, which the doctor quickly saw.
"Hey...Hey...don't panic. As long as you are here, we can take care of you. We can get things arranged. Here, have this." Raymond said as he handed Feliz his handkerchief.
"Wh...What about my bill? What am I going to do to support myself? I...I..." Now Feliz was really panicking, and it scared him so much, it took away his ability to comprehend and speak at the same time. Fortunately for him, the doctor was a father in a catholic church before becoming a doctor, and had heard of these situations occurring, and had the presence of mind to think before panicking, which gave him a wonderful idea.
"Are you religious, Feliz?" The Ray asked.
"No."
"That's alright, were you raised a certain religion?"
"Baptist."
"Oh my." The doctor said with genuine care in his voice. He began to theorize just why Feliz was alone. Now it was all too obvious. A parent, especially one of strong conservative religious foundation, disowns a kid based on generally three reasons. Either a girl got pregnant without a husband--Feliz was obviously male. Besides, the parents would probably try to marry her off before shutting her out. The next idea was the kid's will to reject religion. Certainly that would be grounds for a heated debate between the family, but it was a much more likely scenario that the kid would run away before being thrown out. And that wouldn't explain why Feliz had a gaping knife wound in his gut. The obvious presented it.
"You were thrown out of your family because you are gay, weren't you?" The doctor said in his now irritatingly calm voice.
"Well...I was...I mean...I'm not...well..." Feliz was still lost by his previous conundrum and now faced with a new one not only robbed him of speech, but logic as well.
"Hey...shhhhh...It's all going to be okay, I promise." Ray said with a smile.
"AND JUST HOW IS EVERYTHING GOING TO BE OKAY?" Feliz shouted at the doctor. Just as soon as he said those words, he blushed. "I'm sorry...I". "Now I'm screwed" Feliz thought "The one person who offered me compassion, and I just yelled at him like he meant nothing."
The smile on the doctor's face drained away, which simultaneously filled Feliz with shame. "Its alright, we all go though rough patches. I have a few ideas, but I need to work them out first. Trust me, you are in good hands. The last kid I let go with the state, he wound up dead a week later, and his caretaker simply said 'I am too busy to be watching after ten kids.' She said that after not but a week ago she signed forms saying the complete opposite. However, the cops bought it.
"I used to be a father, I have my reasons for becoming a doctor, but that's not what is important right now. I still have connections to the church and could probably get you into school there, and have you brought up by nuns. However, you and I both know that if your 'secret' got out, you'd be thrown out just like I...I mean, you were out of your house." The Doctor looked at Feliz, who was starting inquisitively at him, and he knew exactly why, but continued none the less, "I didn't bring you into the hospital, an old snowplow driver did. His name is Bernie, and he is an old friend of mine. He asked if he could do anything to help the cause, he would do it. He is old, as in his 50's, however you are...I don't have your age in my notes."
"I'm 17 sir." Replied Feliz.
"Ah, very good. Bernie, who you may call Mr. Wells, might take care of you. How does that sound? I have to check with him, but I am sure he would be more than willing to look after you for a few years until you get your feet back under you--metaphorically speaking."
"That would be great!" Feliz said. He was unsure about the idea at first, but the Doctor said he was an old friend, right? He grinned as his tail began to wag for the first time in weeks. He still wasn't too enthusiastic about the events of the past few weeks, and was still scared of the idea, but he had mentally had enough, and needed the smile more than he needed the support. Evedently, it would seem that he would get both.
"I'm going to go get on the horn and see if I can't get him now. He still doesn't know that he caused you no harm, even though he believes he did, and we can probably use that as leverage for a while, wouldn't you say?" Raymond asked with a wink. The fox responded by smiling, and with that, the doctor told the nurse in the hall to get the fox to sleep, by any means necessary, the otter grinned, and entered the room. The last thing Feliz remembered was asking what the nurse was adding to his I.V.
The Fox came to, again alone. However the clock on his bedside table read 8:28 AM. He stirred about, and noticed that his I.V was gone. He was still in the hospital, but in a different room. He heard sounds, and realized that he was sharing a room with countless other furs. Feliz looked around, but all there was to see was a blue curtain encompassing his bed, and a magazine underneath his clock. It was a news magazine for gay, lesbian, transvestite, and other such furs, with a sticky note on top of the magazine reading "Hey sport! Hope you enjoyed your stay at the hospital! Today's the day you go home, and I thought you might enjoy the gift! Adeau! -Dr. Ray."
Just after he read the note, the curtains were pulled aside, startling the fox, causing him to yelp, and desperately try to hide the magazine. Again, at the foot of the bed, appeared a slim otter nurse, again with a charming smile.
"Heya cutie! Your Dad is here asking for you! Looks like your homeward bound, lucky!" She said, dragging her tail as she walked over to the side of his bed, and lowered his bedrail. She helped him to his feet, at which he first almost fell over, then remembered his balance. She took his shoulder, and pushed him onward. Feliz got to glance around the room, noticing the five other closed curtains. He was slightly worried when the nurse mentioned his "dad" coming. Then he remembered Ray's promise. He lightened up, and walked into the waiting room. A tall, dark wolf--definitely past his prime walked over, and towered over Feliz.
"Hey there buddy" Bernie growled, "ready to go?"
"I don't know" Feliz admitted.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you, even though I was conned into this by your scheming doctor buddy."
At the words "Doctor" Feliz remembered his gift.
"Wait! I forgot..."
"Do you mean this?" The doctor stood in the doorway from which Feliz came. He was holding a rolled up magazine, and smiled.
"Thanks again, Dr. Ray."
"Any time. You may also need this." Ray said as he handed Feliz the magazine and a sheet of paper. On the paper were care instructions for his stitches, and the date he was to return to have them removed.
"Time to go, Feliz," the wolf said, "I still need to get to work, you know."
Feliz turned to the doctor to say "Thank you for everything" before leaving. He piled in the snowplow with Bernie, and they took off across the country. Before long, the wolf spoke up.
"I understand why you got kicked out of your home, and I believe that is terrible. If it is one thing I hate, its stupidity and Ignorance. You are probably asking 'why should I be talking about intelligence? You drive a snowplow!' True, however I have a Doctoral in psychology. I was tired of hearing people complain all the time, and now here I am, my own boss--sort of--with my own machine!
"There are only two rules to my house, Feliz. One is learn. I expect you to work hard and learn as much as you can. The other rule is don't complain, too much. If you have a discrepancy with your current situation, don't whine about it. Find a solution, and fix it. If you need permission, ask. But don't complain to me why you are fixing it, give reasoning. You will learn how to do that in short time.
"Oh! Pardon me, where are my manors, I have been so caught up in my mission, I forgot to properly introduce myself! My name is Bernie Wells. You may call me Mr. Wells, Dr. Wells, or even 'dad' if you prefer. Lets get you home now, I bet you're scared--please don't be! Oh, and you will adore my wife, who you may address as Mrs. Wells or even 'mom' if you prefer. Her first name is Laura if that ever needs to be filled out on a form. We have never had children, so this is new for us. We wanted to skip the baby stage and adopt from an orphanage, but we never got around to it.
"Well, here we are! Home sweet home!" The snowplow pulled into the gravel driveway of an old farmhouse. Feliz could see a few cows out in the pasture, and wondered just how big the farm was
"Forty-three acres, to be exact." The wolf said, as if reading Feliz's mind. The truck circled the driveway, and pulled to a stop. Feliz looked at Bernie, unsure of what to do.
"Well, go on in silly! I called ahead to the wife to let her know we are coming. We don't have cell phones, we kind of have a grudge against them, but it's not like they would work out here anyway!" Bernie said with a chuckle. Feliz jumped out, and thanked Bernie a lot. Bernie told him to shoo, he was late--make up time was later. Feliz padded up to the screened section of the porch, which wrapped almost all the way around the house, but was blocked by the kitchen. Coming off the kitchen door was a screened in section, open it up and walked in. He gave the door to the kitchen a shy knock.
"For goodness sake, you live here now, why do you need to knock? Foolish boy!" A voice came from behind the old door. Feliz opened it up, and a short white wolf was huddled over a stove cooking something in a pot.
"Well I'll be! Goodness look at you! You are so thin! Oh, and your clothes!" She walked over to Feliz, and gave him a hug. Feliz felt warm, as if his whole body was surrounded by a small fire. He looked at the white fur of the wolf, and noticed the radiant white.
"Child, you look well rested though. Come, sit down. I am making lunch. I can tell you are starving. Goodness. My name, as I am sure Bernie told you, is Alice."
Feliz was stunned. "He told me your name was Laura. Am I in the right...?"
"Well of course you are in the right place. Idiot husband, playing a trick on you already! He played a trick on me too, you know. He fooled me into thinking it was a good idea to marry him!" They both laughed. Feliz felt warm, for the first time, he felt actually cozy. He couldn't understand why. At his old house, he fought every living second trying to not get into trouble for fear of his dad. The past few days shoed Feliz how many good people are still left in the world. He didn't know it at the time, but he felt comfortable because for the first time in his life, he was home.
"This is outrageous!" Alice said. "He shouldn't bring you in here dressed like that!" Feliz looked down. He was so caught up in the day's events he didn't realize that he still had on just a hospital gown, and nothing else. He blushed, hard. "Go upstairs, first room on the right at the top. That is your new room. On the bed is a pair of clothes, and some shoes. Come down, grab some grub, and let's get to town, get you some more clothes."
"Thank you Mrs. Wells." Feliz said.
"Foolish boy, the name's Alice, or mom if you like, Bernie be damned with his proper ways. This ain't the Ritz." Feliz fled up the stairs. He did just as so, first room on the right at the top of the stairs. He "wow-ed" to himself as he looked at his new room, definitely old world, with old world furniture. However there were electrical outlets, and a few places to hook up phones and internet. The bed was on the entrance wall, facing towards the back of the room, which overlooked the fields. Against the left wall was a writing desk, next to that, closer to the entry wall, was a bookshelf, with a few novels, and other such odd books. Along the back wall was the two windows, and between them a curious piece of artwork. The painting was a still life of a person, a man in a cabbie hat, walking down a dirt road. It was a rabbit, and he looked Irish, so he assumed that it was Ireland. The signature at the bottom was almost illegible, but he could just make out enough to read "Bernie Wells, 1987 - going to the pub." Along the left most wall was a door, which lead to a private bathroom, and a closet. On the bed were the clothes promised. He put on the boxers, and the ankle-socks, the jeans and, as he thought, the most awesome shirt he had ever seen. It was simply a plain blue shirt, with a lighter blue stripe running vertically down the shirt offset to the right shoulder. It was the softest shirt he had ever worn. He felt very comfortable in his new clothes. He put on the shoes, also very comfortable. He looked at himself in the mirror that was hanging in the bathroom. He never thought he looked this good before. He picked up a brush lying on the countertop, and brushed his orange fur that was beautifully offset by the blue he was wearing.
Feliz bounded down the steps with renewed vigor. When he hit the bottom though, he noticed that his stomach was growling at him, and Alice took note.
"I knew it; I can always tell when a child is starving." She said. Feliz wondered when her energy and good cheer would run out. Feliz took note for the first time how the house smelled. He could smell the burning hickory of the fireplace, he could also tell the age of the house, although the smell of age wasn't of old people, but the smell of a hundred or so years of cooking, and burning of wood. The kitchen itself smelled like ham and butter rolls, which was exactly what was set before him, along with mashed potatoes and gravy, and good cole-slaw.
"Thought you might enjoy some good country cooking before we went out, do you like greens?" Alice thoughtfully asked.
"I would be happy to try some." Feliz said. He waited.
"Foolish boy, what are you waiting for? Eat!"
"What about you?" Feliz asked.
"I am not all that hungry, but I'll sit down if that will make you feel better. I'll tell you what, you eat, and I'll tell you some more about me, how does that sound?" Before she could finish the question, Feliz had already torn into the meal. Alice smiled and felt fuzzy inside. Charity was always the best feeling to her, and this was the greatest charity a person could give.
"I used to be a teacher at the school down the road, you know? The school system out in the county goes kindergarten though Senior high in one building. We are way too remote for anything else. I used to teach fourth grade, so I learned a thing or two about hungry children then. I taught so much that I grew pretty exasperated of children fast, I never wanted a child of my own after dealing with runts all day. It was sheer dumb luck that I met Bernie. He was still a psychiatrist at the time. I had to go into the city to pick up a new T.V for the school, because the town doesn't have a very good appliance shop. I walked into the store, and before I could even walk three feet, a sleazy man walked up to me and started talking to me. I could tell he wasn't with the store, but he kept trying to help me. I thought he was a total jerk, he kept making cheesy passes at me, and for some bizarre reason, I slightly enjoyed it, but I still wouldn't mind if he drove off a cliff. Well, I took his number that he gave me and went home. That was how I met Bernie. He'll tell you that he fell in love with just seeing me, but I think he did it on a bet, because when I left, I saw him approach a few friends in the ice-cram parlor next-door, who were all laughing. I didn't take notice at the time. Well, I lost the number after I got home. And months went by. Spring rolled around, and I got to cleaning. I found his number in with a pile of other paper trash, and pondered. I couldn't remember the person who gave it to me. I don't, not to this day, know what compelled me to call the number, but I did. Next thing I remember it was three years later, and Bernie and I were married. Like I said, he tricked me, the scoundrel."
By now, they were back to laughing. Feliz had finished his food, and for the first time in months he was completely full. He was also very happy; the last time he remembered being this happy was with Marc...
"Well, its time to go into town." Alice announced quite suddenly. "On the way there I want to hear your story, if you feel comfortable enough." Feliz lowered his ears, and wondered if he could tell his story. He wondered if he ever would.
"It's okay if you don't care to talk about it." Alice said, now concerned. Feliz now found what made her loser her enthusiasm, and he was comforted to know that she lost her pace when she became concerned for his welfare. He decided he would tell her the story, although it promised to be a rough one, and long.
"It's gonna take some time to tell, and I am not guaranteeing it to be a happy one either." Feliz said, stealing a little of the jovial attitude Alice used. "It all depends on how far you want to go back, I reckon' that going back to the beginning of the year should get the point across."
Feliz sighed; he woke up in his bedroom, and looked around for the source of the evil. His alarm clock was buzzing. He got up and turned off his clock. He looked around his room which was in a small house on the edge of the city. He stepped on the bare floor in his tiny room, and it squeaked. He got into the shower, and quickly washed. He then ran out of the house, and walked to school. Every morning it was a test to get out before his dad could talk to him. It was just him and his dad, and his dad was violent.
Feliz was happy of the release of school. It wasn't the greatest thing on earth, but it kept him from his father for a few hours. Usually kids around him got C's or B's in their classes. Most people assumed that Feliz was the same, not realizing that he pulled straight A's most of the time. Work was always the tool for distancing him from his father when at home. As long as Feliz worked, there was less chance of his father coming for him.
Baggy-eyed, and tired, Feliz dragged himself into class. It was still too early to start class, so he went off to buy himself a drink, and meet up with friends. On his way to get a soda out of the machine to drink away the weight of sleep, or what most people referred to as caffeine, he saw him. A Raccoon walked within a few feet of Feliz, and kept on. Feliz's heart instantly sped up, and his soul went to mush. Feliz wanted to just run and tackle the raccoon right there on the spot, but knew he couldn't. The raccoon was named Marc, and had been the crush of Feliz's life. Everyone who knew Marc knew he was gay, and that he was the leader of the schools GSA, but he always appeared to be single. Marc's past with more women then men tested his credibility. However, there was a ring in his right ear, but no other outward markings to signify otherwise. His philosophy was "If you're gay, be gay, but don't change your personality to fit a retarded stereotype." Many people thought that he was trying to be a non-conformist. That was the problem with most people, If you don't fit the stereotype, then you must be a non-conformist. People just never seemed to acknowledge the middle ground. However, Marc wasn't on the middle ground, he lived on his own ground, he was not a middle blend of Flaming and non-flaming. Marc was Marc. That's what annoyed Feliz, and that's why he assumed that Marc chose to remain single--most other gays simply didn't understand his methods, no matter how easily he explained them.
Feliz sighed, he wished he could have Marc, but was afraid to come out. The high school was a dangerous environment to come out in. Marc had protected himself by getting involved in a fight. Marc wanted to avoid it, but the squirrel he was arguing with had a different opinion of gays--total destruction of the "sinful homosexuals". The fight was over in less than ten seconds. The squirrel threw a punch, but Marc caught it. Marc held the wrist, and with the other hand, snapped the elbow in the other direction with so much force, it broke the bones to the point they were sticking out of his arm. This was followed by Marc letting go of the squirrel's wrist, taking him under his shoulders, and personally walking him to the nurse. Everyone expected the squirrel to retaliate with force to letting Marc take him to the nurse, but actually thanked him instead. No-one picked a fight with Marc again.
Feliz got his soda, and continued on to class. The day dragged on and on. He finally, reluctantly got home. His dad greeted him in the kitchen, with the obvious stench of alcohol in the air.
"Schun, come 'ere son" His dad said. Feliz walked over, and before he could ask what his dad needed, he got a punch to the left eye. His dad beat him over the next hour, and finally quit, and walked over to the couch to watch some T.V muttering about what a sissy his son was. Feliz fled up the stairs, and continued to work. He was bleeding, and used the last of his hydrogen peroxide on his cheek. He looked on his desk at a picture of his mother. His mother had "mysteriously" died three years ago. Her body was found at the bottom of a river. His dad said that she had run away a few weeks previous, and had not even shed a tear, or reacted to the officer's words. Feliz wondered why his mother hadn't taken her purse with her. He asked his dad about it a few hours later, and got a sound beating, and a yelling telling him never to question him.
Two months passed, and Feliz was in class again. He suddenly had a great idea, he would write a note to Marc. He knew it was childish, but he couldn't think of any other alternative. The note to Marc read:
Dear Marc,
I don't think you know me very well, my name is Feliz. I know writing a note about this is childish, but I really need to talk with you. I am a "closet" gay--I think. I keep seeing you in the halls and I can't stop thinking about you. I hope this is not scaring you...If we could talk. I was really hoping to be your boyfriend...But...I am not sure, please at least talk to me.
Sincerely,
Feliz Barker
Feliz delivered the note that day at lunch. It was hard for him to do so, as he wasn't even sure that Marc knew him. Feliz approached him in the lunch line, and started a conversation. He slowly slid him the note. Marc didn't know much about playing stupid tricks and the weird little intricacies and rules of a "normal" relationship, but knew enough to take the note and not let anyone see it, and know that Feliz wanted something important.
Later that day, Feliz went to his locker, and found a note inside. On it was scribbled a simple message:
"I can answer all your questions with one simple word, yes. I would love to be your boyfriend, and I know a lot more about you than you think I do. I also had a crush on you, but didn't know if you were gay. Meet me at Roe's after school tomorrow, I am paying.
Sincerely,
Marc LeNois
Feliz was overjoyed. So much so that he was now laughing. Various furs in the hall stared as he laughed, but he didn't care. He was happy, a feeling he hadn't had in a long time, especially since his mothers death. For the rest of the day, and all of the next day, his mind was filled with thoughts of Marc. For the next month, they met and had food. They even kissed in the park when they were alone. Feliz got to know Marc better. Marc wanted to major in music--he played the violin, but he really wanted to teach, not play. They got along great, and Feliz found that even when his dad beat him, the thoughts of Marc made him happy, and Feliz never stayed sad long.
During the first week of March, They decided to meet again, at Marc's house this time. Feliz was skeptical, but Marc re-assured him that his family was not aggressive and mean like his father. Plus, they were alone for the next few hours. They arrived at Marc's house, and just as the door closed, their lips touched. Marc sized Feliz by the hips, and drug him in close. Feliz put one paw on Marc's chest and another on Marc's back, and started slowly scritching his chest and back. Marc carefully led Feliz over to the couch, and laid Feliz down. Marc started to unbuckle Feliz's pants, Feliz placed his hand to stop Marc, but his paw was simply pushed away, and the fox allowed the 'coon to take his pants off. The raccoon followed suit, and pulled his shirt off, standing completely nude in front of Feliz.
Feliz murred to himself as Marc again descended onto the fox. Their tongues touched the others, and they could feel their cocks pressing together. Feliz couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He had never felt so good in his life, so wanted.
"This is my first time..."Feliz whispered to Marc.
"I know sweetie, I'll take care of you." Replied Marc.
Marc Pulled Feliz up underneath him, and almost without any effort, pulled Feliz's shirt off. Marc slowly moved his paws; one laid Feliz back down, and went on his chest, the other slowly moved down to Feliz's now rock hard, and pre-cum dripping cock. When his paw was wrapped around the fox's meat, Feliz moaned. He arched his back into Marc, and his sight went blank as his senses were filled with ecstasy. All this happened before Marc even began to move his paw; it was simply just resting there. He slowly moved his paw up and down the shaft, stroking it gently, which elicited another set of moans and grunts of frustration from Feliz. Suddenly, Marc stopped, which lead from Feliz's moaning to whimpering. Feliz was awestruck. He thought he would be scared of this. He was at first, but now he was overwhelmed by pleasure.
"I know what you need, and what you want pretty foxie." Marc said. "But you need something before you can have what you want. You want to get off, don't you my fox?"
"Yes, oh please..."
"That's yes sir to you."
"Yes sir, I really want to cum, sir." Feliz said, he didn't know why he suddenly felt submissive, they weren't really engaged in any kind of S&M play, but something just clicked, and he suddenly felt that he was at the will of the raccoon.
"Good boy, but first, you need this. Open your legs for me...good boy." Marc said as he slowly parted the fox's legs. Feliz knew what was coming, and he was sure that he did need this now, before it had scared him, now he desperately needed to have the coon inside him. He felt first a small something press into his tail hole, and he moaned. He noticed that it was one of the raccoon's fingers. Soon there was another finger, and they wiggled around inside him. All Feliz could do was moan and buck his hips at the feeling. He didn't know what felt better, the sense of helplessness that he had, or the fingers pressing into his insides. Feliz then felt the fingers leave, and be replaced by a 'coon boner. Feliz looked up to see his mate looking at him.
"Ready?" Said Marc, and the fox nodded. Slowly Marc pushed into the fox. He felt Feliz squirming beneath him, and pushed in some more. He knew that the poor fox had to be in some pain, but knew that this was good for him. Feliz, on the other paw, was enjoying the pleasures of being fucked. He felt the cock inside him, and at first it stung, just like the story's he read told him it would. Sure enough, though, he was in ecstasy. The pounding of Marc into his insides made him moan really loud. Soon he could focus on nothing more than the raccoon. His world became the cock inside him. Waves of pleasure radiated though his body as he moaned and trembled beneath his partner.
Marc re-adjusted himself on top of Feliz from kneeling to lying atop of Feliz, and putting his legs over his shoulders, enabling him to kiss Feliz. Before he could kiss the fox, Feliz let out a moan. Feliz then said "oohhh, Oh god, this feels amazing! Ohh god, Oh fuck Marc!" Before Feliz was allowed to continue his worship of his mate, Marc silenced him with his tongue. He could feel the fox squirm beneath him, and loved the feeling of the fox gripping his shaft. He began to fuck the fox harder; he picked up his head, as if to howl, alas only a moan escaped. Feliz screamed Marc's name again, and kept moaning.
"How do you...like the feeling of...being...my bitch?" Marc asked.
"Ahh...oohhh...I want more sir! Ahhh..."
All the sounds Feliz was making, the scent of arousal from both himself and the fox, and the feeling of being gripped sent Marc over the edge. He started with a growl, trying to hold off, the growl grew, and he reached down, and bit Feliz on the shoulder in a mating bite. This lead to more moaning from Feliz, and Marc came. Feliz felt volley after volley of hot cum hitting the inside of his passage. He couldn't believe the feeling, and he wished he could orgasm too.
Panting, Marc asked his captive, "Does the good boy want to cum now?"
"Yes sir, oh please yes."
"Then tell me what you are."
"I'm your little bitch boy, sir." Feliz said, lowering his ears.
"Good boy." Marc then exited the fox's passage, quickly flipped feliz over, and re-inserted his cock. This made Feliz cry out and moan even more. Marc gently pulled Feliz up, and marc laid down, pulling Feliz with him, now the fox was on top, but lying on his back over Marc. Marc put his paw on top of Feliz's cock, and slowly began to stroke. He held the pace slow and steady, which really frustrated the fox on top of him.
"Please, faster...ohh...please?"
"Be patient." Marc continued his slow pumping of Feliz's cock. At this point Feliz had had just about enough.
"Faster god-damn it, I need this...please faster." Feliz said, very near screaming. At that, Marc stopped, and squeezed the cock.
"Need I remind you who is in charge? If you don't let me have control, you are going to find this a very slow and painful process. Now be a good boy." And with that, he began to stroke again, but this time even slower. Feliz cried out in frustration, but kept his thoughts to himself. A full ten minutes of teasing went by, and Feliz was just about in tears from the teasing on his cock. He grabbed the cushions hard, and tried to hold on longer, wanting to be a good boy, but didn't know how much longer he could last. By now, Marc's cock had slipped out, but Feliz was still left with the feeling of being stuffed, aside from the feeling of the leaking cum out of his ass. Suddenly, Feliz's prayers were answered, Marc sped up his pumping, and kept speeding up, and plateau-ed after a few moments.
"Now, I am going to stroke you very hard and very fast, if you don't cum before I can reach my max, you are going to be in some serious trouble." Marc sped up again, sitting up some to get a better angle to speed up. He placed another paw on the fox's balls and gently massaged them. A few seconds later, he felt Feliz's balls draw up close, and moved a paw on top of the slit in Feliz's penis. And with a loud moan, Feliz came hard into Marc's paw. After Feliz orgasmed, he went limp on top of his mate, exhausted. He felt so tired, he was rotated by Marc onto his side, but before he could fall asleep in his arms he heard a licking sound. Feliz turned his head to see Marc enjoying the benefits of Feliz's orgasm.
After Marc was done, he moved his arms around his mate's waist. He then snuggled his muzzle in the hutch between Feliz's shoulder and neck. Feliz felt warm and safe, and even though he was naked, he felt protected. He pulled a blanket down from on top of the sofa and they both slowly drifted off to sleep, safe with each other, safe from the world.
Well, there ya'll go. I hope you enjoyed this story! Remember to comment! Come back in a few weeks to get the follow up chapter of Feliz's story. I originally planned this as a short, seven page story. Well, now I can see a big series developing. For the straight ones out there, or even the Lesbians, fear not! I plan on expanding my base. In the next chapter I plan to go into more depth of Feliz's school life and more into detail of the other characters. Especially Marc, because I feel that this was too much of a "They met, they fucked," Scenario. However, by adding in detail later, ya'll are going to want to come back and read the first chapter again. When I finish the series, you are going to want to come back and re-read, because as we all know, love is better the second time around.