Something to tell you
A boy finally reveals his furry leanings to his partner. How will his partner respond?!
Hi people. It's been another long wait since my last upload and guess what, it's not even College Life! (sorry about that) Well I finished term around late June early July so since then I've been maxin' and relaxin'. Well I've done a bit of work experience on a piggery in Ireland which was kinda cool. I spent most of my time working with a big, adorable Lithuanian guy but the whole experience was positive. SInce I've got back I've been having driving lessons and should be able to take my test provided I can find a cancellation for before I head back to uni in about 2 weeks time. I've kinda been playing quite a bit of Fallout: New Vegas which is a really impressive game, if incredibly buggy at times as a result which has somewhat distracted me from College Life.
Anyway, last time I posted something I made reference to the fact that I hadn't yet told my current mate that I'm a furry. Well, well I was in Ireland I finally decided to do so... in the form of a story, (It's much easier to write a story and send it to someone to read rather than actually tell them; at least for me anyway). The story itself was written in two parts: the part up to where the main character comes out and the second part which was written in accordance with my mate's response to reading said first part.
Something to tell you
"To 9 months!"
"9 happy and very well spent months"
The two men smiled at each other and then looked back to the frying pan as Jarus tossed the vegetables, chicken and fajita spice all together with patented ease while throwing his arm around Nipev's waist and pulling him closer. The two shared a quick kiss before Nipev wriggled out from his grip and moved around his boyfriend to hug him from behind.
Today was the 9 month anniversary of the day they had met. To say their initial meeting was a chance moment of blazing passionate love at first sight would have been a slight exaggeration of the facts. They'd met in the rather humble setting of their college's LGBT+ meet at the start of the academic year. It was really for 1st years like Nipev to get to know the other LGBT people in the college, though Nipev had primarily gone because free food was being offered. Nipev had been one of the only 1styears to turn up and was the only one who bothered to stay the whole time. Jarus had happened to sit next to him and they had got talking.
Perhaps it was fate that they started talking at all. Nipev was never the kind of guy who relished the opportunity to start conversations with strangers. He never really felt like he had anything to talk about, or that the only things he did have to talk about would bore everyone and anyone who bothered to listen to what he had to say. He liked to keep anything about himself brief and with minimalistic detail, more so out of courtesy to his interlocutor who wouldn't want to hear such trivia rather than deliberately trying to be antisocial.
Jarus was different though. He wasn't particularly tall or short; probably an inch or so shorter than Nipev. He had short brown hair always tidily combed to one side. He wasn't particularly fat nor was he slim and although Nipev's memory of the event wasn't crystal clear, he could only guess that he probably tried to sneak a peek at Jarus' shirt collar to see if there was the potential for any chest hair under those clothes; not that there would turn out to be a lush forest of hair but nor was it a barren wasteland like his Nipev's own annoyingly smooth torso. Jarus wasn't someone who would immediately turn the head of every guy in a room. Nonetheless, he was quite handsome but not really fitting into Nipev's "type" of a big, burly, hairy guy.
Nonetheless, it was Jarus' shining personality that would catch Nipev's eye. He was sweet, entertaining and with all kinds of interesting stories- many of them to do with his time in China. Most importantly though for Nip was that this other guy not only wanted to talk to him, but also wanted to hear what he had to say on top of that. It was months later before Jarus revealed that in reality he'd thought that Nipev was the best looking guy in the room. He'd repeatedly claimed that it wasn't the reason why he sat next to Nipev in the first place but Nip knew better. Nip was slightly taller than Jarus standing at about 5ft 10' he had fair uncombed hair with piercing light blue eyes and an athletic build. Some might have called him "conventionally attractive" though Nip didn't really think so himself.
From there, their relationship had grown steadily, though very slowly, with Jarus demonstrating the patience of a saint and Nipev the obliviousness of the dimmest goldfish known to man that also happened to have had all of its senses blocked. Nip had failed to realise that being treated to dinner on your birthday, and being cooked fajitas while watching a movie together, constituted actual dates. In fact, of all the people that knew of either of these events, Nip was the only one who failed to realise that they were in actual fact dates; or at least that Jarus had intended for them to be so.
Nip had indeed grown interested in Jarus over this time but wondered what kind of effect this would have on his studies, after all, he came to university to work hard and be the best that he could be in his field not to find love. On top of that he was concerned as to whether or not he could look past the fact that Jarus was not his preferred body type. He knew it was a petty concern, a really petty concern, but he was also aware that it had subconsciously niggled him in his previous relationship and that hadn't ended on the best of terms.
A few weeks later Jarus plucked up the courage to give Nipev a kiss on the cheek. Once he had, everything suddenly slotted into place in Nipev's mind. That time at the restaurant, the time with the fajitas, the many other times that they had watched movies together. They all added up! Jarus was interested in him.
Things had progressed quickly from then on, though it was a few months before Nipev was willing to go to 4th base. They had fooled about in bed for some time, but they hadn't gone the whole way. Nipev wanted to take things slow. His ex wanted everything and he wanted it too fast leaving Nip feeling slightly alienated. He didn't want that with Jarus. Jarus, continuing to display his saintly patience, was highly supportive of him the entire time, always making sure that Nipev felt comfortable about what they were doing and stopping if Nip felt they were moving too fast. Jarus may not have been fully aware but it had really made a difference to Nipev who wasn't sure how ready, or even if he would be ready, to get intimate with another guy again.
It was 9 months now since they had first met. They'd had their ups though they hadn't really had their downs and to this date Nipev couldn't remember them having had a big fight. Their relationship hadn't really been tested but tonight that was all going to change and that scared Nipev. It was his secret. Nobody knew in college. He was after all a vet student and anybody who knew him in college knew this fact too. It wasn't really something that needed to be brought up, but that didn't change the fact that his secret still lingered under the surface. He was constantly aware of it; not sure how people would react if they ever were to find out. But this was Jarus, his Jarus. This was a secret that he couldn't hide from him. He saw a happy future ahead with Jarus and he would rather clear the air now. In truth, he didn't think Jarus would react negatively, but he couldn't be sure. If this lead to the end of their relationship Nipev would be heartbroken, but at the same time, he knew he had to be upfront about it with Jarus if they were to have a future together; it wasn't something he could hide forever. But he didn't want to tell him yet; leave it a few hours more.
"Nip could you put the tortillas in the microwave for me please."
"Sure thing Jar Jar" He said with a naughty grin. The star wars reference quickly elicited "the look" from Jarus. It wasn't a cold 'I'm-going-to-fucking-kill-you...' look, it was more of a slightly camp 'Really?-slash-well-excuse-me!' kind of look. "I'm sorry Jarhead" Nipev corrected himself while quickly giving the nickname-ee a peck on the nose before turning round to deal with the tortillas.
Jarus audibly sighed. The latter nickname wasn't terrible, though he didn't really think it suited him at all. Nonetheless it was still better than Jar Jar, or Jam Jar as he had occasionally been called at school. He grabbed a plate and poured out the contents of this evening's culinary delight onto it. He brought it out to the table taking the necessary utensils with him. Nipev was getting the remaining accessories to the meal such as jalapeños and sour cream while the tortillas were heated.
"Hey dear, look what I got!" He said gesturing at the jar of jalapeños with glee.
"They're jalapeños (?)" Jarus replied not quite sure where this was going.
"I know that silly. But look what they're contained in!" He brandished the jar in front of Jarus' eyes waving it every which way to ensure that his boyfriend fully comprehended that in his hands he was holding a jar. Jarus rolled his eyes and sighed once more.
"Yeah, yeah it's a jar. Bite me. Or should I say Nip me?"
"Love yoooou"
***
Later that night the two found themselves together in Jarus' bed. It was summer so anything more than boxers or briefs would have been inappropriately hot. Not to say that things weren't going to get inappropriately hot very quickly. The phallic looking bottle of Durex intimate lube and the small purple coloured square wrappers with the words "Pasante" and "ribs and dots" on the bedside table were a testament to this possibility.
The two were locked in a long and passionate kiss. Nipev's tongue was slowly advancing on the fortress of Jarus' mouth. The defending troops in the form of Jarus' tongue were powerless against the onslaught as the two mighty forces clashed at the fields of Den-Tal. The moan that emanated from deep within Jarus was the call to retreat. The battle had been lost. But before Nipev's tongue began to rule Jarus' mouth with its cruel tyranny, the invading forces suddenly pulled back, leaving Jarus' mouth precious moments to recover from the arousing onslaught.
"Hehe, wuv you" Nipev said as he booped Jarus on the nose with his index finger.
"I wuv you too" Jarus replied with a smile as he hugged his boyfriend tight.
"Guess what?" Nipev exclaimed excitedly. Jarus wasn't quite sure what to expect. He tried to peek around Nipev's back to see if he was potentially hiding the empty jalapeno jar back there. He was not, which could only mean one thing.
"Do you want me to roll over?"
"Yeah!" Nipev had a childish grin sprawled across his face eliciting a chuckle from Jarus. The bigger, slightly older man obediently turned over so that his back pushed into Nipev's chest. Nipev reached one arm over Jarus' body while the other one looped under the gap made between his lover's neck, the bed and the pillow.
Nipev's hands gleefully roamed over his man's chest as a broad grin spread across his face. They wandered over the shallow hill of his belly through the undergrowth of his chest hair before making their way up the mounds that were Jarus' pectorals. Nipev squeezed with a grin and nuzzled into his boyfriend's back eliciting a chuckle from his little spoon.
"Stop it" Jarus whined, "Leave my man boobs alone." Jarus couldn't lie, he loved the attention that Nipev gave him but sometimes he couldn't comprehend the slimmer man. Why did he choose him when he clearly could have had any other man wanted? Surely there was another, slimmer and more muscular man out there for Nipev. Someone without all this... flab.
"How many times must I tell you? They're not boobs. They're pecs... Big manly pecs" He gave a good natured squeeze before letting his hands rub frantically all over Jarus' belly. The larger man laughed once more before sighing happily as he finally managed to grab his lover's arms and suppress their hyperactive assault on his flab.
"I'm so lucky. I don't deserve someone like you. You should have someone who doesn't have all... this" He said gesturing with both their hands towards his belly.
"And what pray tell is 'this'?"
"All this fat. I really need to lose some weight..."
Nipev shook his head in response to his boyfriend's disappointment at his own body. Nipev didn't care what Jarus looked like. In Nipev's eye the man was flawless except for this self criticism. He was kind and considerate and thoughtful and giving and a million other positive adjectives that escaped Nipev's lexicon but which he was sure would adequately apply to his boyfriend. There was nothing Jarus could do to make Nipev feel ashamed of him. If anything, Nipev felt that he was definitely the one to have struck gold with Jarus. Even if Jarus were to turn up to a black tie in event in just his briefs Nipev would still be proud to stand with him and introduce him as his boyfriend to everyone he knew.
One of Nipev's worries was that he might have been the one to make Jarus feel ashamed of his own body. He wanted to be the person who made Jarus feel happy and feel good in his skin; not the opposite. Perhaps the most ironically unfair thing was that Jarus was the fitter one of the two of them even if he did just so happen to have a slightly bigger and snugglier belly.
"What if I like you for your weight?"
"Well that's because you're weird."
"And so are you for loving me!"
"Oh... shush." Jarus said struggling for a witty response as he rolled over to look into his boyfriend's eyes once more. They were a beautiful shade of light blue, but more than that was the details of his iris; a forest of tiny grey-blue branches bridging the divide between the brilliant white of his sclera and the pitch black of his pupils. "Anyone would be silly not to love you".
Nipev's eyes darted down to the right then back to Jarus' as he sighed. There were plenty of reasons not to love him. Nipev felt like he was repetitive, boring, and a complete cheapskate. On top of that it sometimes felt like he managed to induce an aura of antisociability whenever he was in a room. After all, his idea of fun was sitting at home playing final fantasy or some other RPG for the entire day. Not exactly the most exciting way to spend a day. Jarus would probably like to go walking on the moors, or sailing around Greek Islands, or something cool and outdoorsy like that. Besides, there was always... that... He knew he had to tell Jarus soon. He couldn't keep this a secret for their entire life.
"Nip, is something wrong? It seems like you've had something on your mind the whole evening"
"No, no. Nothing much."
"Nothing much?"
"It's nothing"
"Well it's obviously not 'nothing'. I may have only been with you for 9 months but I know there is something going on so please tell me"
Nipev was silent for a moment. Too many emotions raced through his head. He felt scared, nervous, afraid, anxious, lost, isolated. He could feel adrenaline rushing through his system. Having its effects at whatever tissues had the necessary adrenergic receptors to illicit a response. His heart rate increased- Positive chronotropy. The stroke volume increased- Positive inotropy. An increased ventilation rate and tidal volume. How was the central pattern generator affected by adrenaline? Or was this respiratory sinus arrhythmia? No, that wasn't how that worked-
"Nipev! Shhh. Come here. What's wrong?" Jarus pulled his panicking boyfriend's head into his shoulder and began to stroke his hair slowly. Nipev started to tremble and Jarus realised that he was trying to stop himself from crying. "Nipev you know you can tell me anything. And you know it's okay to cry around me."
"I-I don't want to lose you," The words were barely audible as Nipev fought against the lump that was quickly forming in his throat.
"You won't lose me. You could never lose me, okay? You're my boyfriend and I love you. Now tell me what's wrong."
"Could you roll over please?"
"No... Nipev we need to talk about this."
"We will-"
"Now" Jarus replied sternly
"I know, just... please roll over first." Jarus sighed in annoyance but did as Nipev asked of him. He wasn't sure what could possibly be causing his Nip such distress. Nipev hadn't cheated on him had he? Had he done something wrong and driven Nipev away somehow? Nip wrapped his arms around Jarus once more but this time has hands roamed lower before coming to rest on Jarus' briefs.
"Nipev this is no time for that."
"I know..." His hand roamed back up his lover's belly once more but this time Jarus frowned.
"What have you got in your hand, Nip?"
"It's not in my hand" Nipev barely croaked in response. "... It's on it"
"Well what's on it?"
".... Conical papillae... and fur..." Nipev managed to utter quietly. Jarus' eyes opened wide in response before looking under the blanket to see what appeared to be a dog's paw stroking over his belly.
"Can I roll back over now?!" The request was met with silence. "Please, Nip?"
He felt something wet move up and down against his back. He presumed it was Nip licking him while nodding. Nip often licked him. It was a bit weird at first, and it was a little bit odd even now, but more often than not they made it into a game with each other. Nip usually won.
The younger male loosened his grip and Jarus rolled back round. His breath caught in his throat as he came nose to nose with a wolf's face. The wolf's muzzle was covered with white fur which turned to grey as it spread further from his face before slowly darkening to a sharp black to cover the majority of the wolf's body. In every way this wasn't... this couldn't be Nipev. Only one thing suggested to the contrary, and it could only be noticed by someone who had spent hundreds if not thousands of hours close to Nipev. They were his eyes. Those piercing light blue eyes with the hundreds of thousands of tiny grey-blue branches pleaded to Jarus; begging him to realise that this was his Nip and not some strange wolf that had ate his boyfriend and crawled into his bed like the big bad wolf from little red riding hood. The wolf... No, Nip, looked forlorn. This was his secret. This was what he had feared that Jarus might hate him for.
"Nip?" The wolf nodded in response. This was him. "So...you're a furry?" Jarus asked pointlessly. He knew the answer but didn't really know what else to say in such a situation.
"Mm... yeah..." Nipev responded with a sad nod. "I... I didn't want to give you the wrong impression what with me being a vet student and all. It's just...." He shrugged not sure how to explain it himself.
"Mm...." Jarus sighed to himself. He had to admit, he wasn't really expecting the evening to turn out like this. Certainly the concept of furries wasn't anything new to him; he just hadn't knowingly met one in real life up until now. Jarus glanced up at the distraught looking wolf. Mentally kicking himself he realised he hadn't really said anything yet and that Nipev was still waiting for some kind of response. "Nipev. Look. I love you. You know that right?" The wolf nodded. This was it, this was the moment when Jarus would try and painlessly break it off with him. A flick to his nose brought him back to reality. "Hey, I love you alright. Just because you're a furry doesn't mean I'm going to stop loving you. You're an amazing guy... wolf... thing and I love you for who you are, not what you are. Though I do think you're very silly at times; especially if you thought that something like this was going to get in the way of how I feel for you." He kissed Nipev on the nose; not really sure how one would go about kissing something with a muzzle.
As Jarus spoke his piece, Nipev couldn't help but feel waves of relief and joy spreading throughout his entire body. A quiet thumping noise quickly followed, attracting the attention of both men. It seemed to be coming from the end of the bed. Nipev already knew what it was. He couldn't help himself after all. Jarus on the other hand jumped out of bed as he saw something large moving underneath the covers, prompting a chuckle from his partner.
"It's just my tail, dear." It was Jarus' turn to laugh now. This was all going to take a bit of getting used to. Nipev pulled back the covers to reveal his large furry tail. "You can feel it if you like. Don't give me that look; I can see you eyeing it up. Besides, it's reaaally fluffy." Jarus moved over to the edge of the bed and ran his hand through his wolf's tail. Nipev was right; his tail was fluffy. It was practically giving Jarus' hands an orgasm although it was the wolf for whom the whole ordeal was a bit too much as he did his best to resist bursting out laughing.
"Oh, does this tickle?" Jarus whined mockingly. Nipev made a slightly strangled noise between clenched teeth. "Oh, is that a no? You won't mind if I do this then!" Jarus took his revenge for Nipev's earlier assault on his belly by stroking vigorously all over the wolf's tail. A final squeak emanated from Nip's mouth as he suddenly burst out laughing, much to the sadistic delight of his boyfriend.
"Stop- ahahaha- please jus- ahaha- I need to breathe." Jarus paused for a moment allowing the wolf to catch his breath. Nipev quickly snatched his tail out of reach of his boyfriend's hands while making a mental note never to let such an atrocity be repeated. For once he found himself cursing his brain's ability to prevent him from tickling himself. If only he had known his tail was ticklish this whole ordeal could have been avoided. He looked at Jarus who had a shitfaced grin plastered across his face. He loved his boyfriend's smile; it always brought a smile to his own face, although at this moment Nipev's face probably looked like it was harbouring a menacing snarl rather than displaying the happiness he felt inside."Are you okay with me looking like this?"
"Well I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little weird. How does this work anyway? I noticed the full moon was out. Are you like a werewolf or is the full moon thing just a coincidence"
"It's just a coincidence. Don't worry, I'm not going to go after some suicidal vampire-chasing teenage girl with evident self esteem issues if that's what you're worried about."
"Actually, I'd be more inclined to worry about you moulting hairs everywhere rather than the possibility of you running off with someone with two X chromosomes regardless of whether or not that someone had a preference for men that glitter."
"Men with Klinefelter's syndrome have two X-"
"You know what I mean. But in answer to your original question, I'm okay with how you look."
"I'm very happy with how you look too." Nipev replied, cheekily cocking an eyebrow at the same time. He had since let go of his tail which was once again thumping happily against the bedsheet. "Say... this whole 'you wanting to lose weight' thing. Is that in anyway related to me and how I look? It's just you know I'd hate it if I was the reason you felt pressured to lose weight.
Jarus found himself sighing once again. How oblivious could his boyfriend be? He sincerely hoped that Nipev was better at noticing things to do with animals than he was with humans. He lay down with his head on the pillow while one hand idly stroked Nipev's muzzle.
"Do you remember that one time you decided to accompany me for my jog?" Nipev most certainly remembered that one time. It was burned into his memory just as his calves had burned for the next few days after the ordeal. Stamina had been a concept that took a long time for Nipev to get to grips with. As a child he had had far too much energy for his own good. Getting tired wasn't a concept he was particularly familiar with as a kid and it took him many years and a traumatic sports day to realise that after lots of running you get tired and can't run as fast as when you're not tired.
Nonetheless, he had been blessed with boundless amounts of energy well into his teen years and was reasonably good at long distance running for someone who didn't train for it. Jarus, however, was someone with significantly more experience at cross country runs. In fact, he regularly went for a jog at least once a week before they were properly dating. With that in mind, it quickly became apparent within the first 5 minutes of their near-hour long jog that Jarus was clearly the better one of the two at long distance running. Nipev had struggled breathlessly to keep up with what was a reasonably slow pace for his partner. Never again would he doubt a guy's sporting capabilities simply due to a slightly more pronounced belly. Not that he had doubted that Jarus would be a good runner, he had just imagined that he would be able to keep up with him for at least one jog.
"Oh yeah. I remember it alright"
"Well, you probably remember that around that time I was jogging at least once a week right?"
"Yeah..." Nipev replied hesitantly, not really knowing what this had to do with anything.
"How often do I jog now?"
"Pretty rarely."
"And why is that?"
"Um, presumably because you hadn't started work on your dissertation at that point, and when you did finish the dissertation you then devoted all your time to revising for finals, and since then, you haven't yet gotten back into your routine?"
"That's..." Jarus couldn't deny it, the wolf did have a bit of a point there, "Okay, that may have been a minor influence but the truth is that far from making me feel self conscious, you've made me feel happy about how I look. I want to lose a bit of weight for the benefits of my health not because I feel unattractive. You always compliment me about how I look, how's a guy supposed to feel bad about his body when the man he loves rains more compliments on him than April showers?"
"Okay okay. I'm silly, we know that already. Just... don't feel like you have to change to meet some imaginary standards that you think I may have. Now, with that all sorted out..." Nipev let the sentence hang in the air as he looked Jarus dead in the eyes and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Do you want me to roll over?" Jarus asked. He knew the answer already but it was just their little thing between them to ask anyway. Nipev growled lustily in response. "Nip, I'm not a dog, I don't know what it means if you bark or growl."
"That's my horny growl, you better get used to it hot stuff." Jarus rolled his eyes. Sometimes he honestly couldn't be sure how genuine his boyfriend's compliments were. Nonetheless he rolled over and quickly felt Nipev's skin pressed up against his back while his hand roamed over his belly once more. Looking over his shoulder he could see that all the fur was gone and Nipev was back to his human form again.
"Why'd you change back?"
"Well you're new to the whole furry thing so I'm not gonna stay in my wolf form for too long this first time. As you get used to it I might stay as a wolf for longer periods of time. However, the real reason I changed back is because bestiality is illegal."
"Huh?" Jarus confusion was quickly cleared as a condom magically appeared before his face while Nipev gave him a quick thrust from behind. "Oh..." An understanding and naughty smile spread across his face.
"You're so oblivious sometimes." Nipev joked with a smile on his face.
"Oh, were planning on having sex tonight with someone other than your hand?"
"I'm sowwy!!!" >o<