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Keywords male 624523, gay 74693, tiger 23513, husky 21070, skunk 17669, squirrel 15209, drama 2070, plot 1802, college 962, story series 851, gay relationships 776, gay male 570, gay couple 454, gayness 308, moving 165, samson 103, xavier 101, coming out 79, coming of age 73, teri 69, kristoph 12
Courtship

A story by Terinas Tiger


Part 1

A year had passed since I first went to college at a state university. The school year was over, and I was moving out. This is how the story began...

I pressed the green sweater up against my chest, staring at how it looked against my fur in the mirror. A deep ochre green against my orange, black, and white fur pattern. "Ugh, what was I thinking?" I frowned and tossed it onto the bare mattress of my lofted bed next to a pair of black stockings riddled with holes. "I don't know how other tigers can stand it! There's just SUCH trouble coordinating a wardrobe with orange, black, and white fur." I felt my tail thrashing. "I should just go monocolor. I can't imagine the dyeing routine would be THAT bad..."

My roommate, Xavier, looked up from shoving boxers into a brown box. "You own like four green shirts. Why is that one suddenly so bad?" He was wearing a deep blue shirt and blue jeans. The lucky bastard was a skunk, and he only had to worry about black and white in his fur color, and they went with everything.

"Pastels! Pastels work fine with the color pattern! That one's far too dark." I pointed at the offending sweater, which was drooping off the top of my bed, threatening to fall to the floor.

"Setting aside your craziness, are you secure enough financially that you can throw away perfectly good clothes?"

I scowled at him, then turned to the sweater and grabbed it before it fell off the bed. I scowled at it, and then folded it up into a plastic storage box with the rest of my clothes.

Xavier rolled his eyes. "Thought so." He went back to packing clothing. “So can we talk about something other than your non-problems now?”

“I suppose I’ll allow it. For now.” I chuckled and started working on packing up shorts. “Have you had any nibbles on the ‘get a third roommate’ hook yet?” I smiled. “I mean, we can’t move into an apartment with just the two of us! People will talk!” I swished my tail and purred, faking a tone of astonishment. “He shacked up with a skunk?!? Before even graduating college?!?’ Oh, I would just DIE of scandal!”

This finally got him to smirk. I’d been trying to get Xavier to at least smile for the last few hours since we started moving out of the dorms. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure no one would care.” he rolled his eyes. “But yeah, I do have a few people lined up. The first one said they might be able to meet us here and drive over to the new apartment with us. If that happens, try to be polite, and not so… YOU… you know?” He filled up a box and began duct-taping it shut. “You can be a bit intense when you go Full Teri.”

I let out a soft huff and rolled my eyes. “Well, I NEVER!” I made a show of being more offended than I really was. “I’d almost think you were ashamed of me.” I plopped onto my bed, now stripped bare to the mattress. The mattresses belonged to the school, so we were leaving them behind when we took everything else with us. “I’ll have you know most people who aren’t big grumpy antisocial stinky skunks think I can be quite charming!” I stuck my tongue out at him. “So nyah!”

Xavier’s smirk had remained. I was getting him to smile. “So is that my nickname today? ‘big grumpy antisocial stinky skunk’?” He folded his arms and gave me a withering glare. I glared right back. He was smiling, and that was how I knew I didn’t have to back off.

“Nah. Today’s nickname is Tuxedo.” I chuckled. “Nicknames only really work if they’re not much longer than the original names, dummy.” He snorted as he started unhooking his alarm clock and putting it away. “Ok, I wanna stop being silly for a moment, Tux, and go over the plan again. So now that Summer Session classes are over, we need a new roommate if we’re going to live somewhere off-campus without going too broke.” I watched as he nodded. “And since neither of us know anyone who is looking to move out that we can both stand, we’re just meeting with new people that neither of us know, right?”

“Mostly, yeah.” Xavier bent over to pull some stuff out from under his dorm bed. I gave him a wolf whistle while working. Granted, I hadn’t been staring at his butt, but he didn’t KNOW I hadn’t been. “There’s one or two guys you might have met before, but most of them are totally new to both of us.” He pulled out a box of large hardcover books and set it on his bed, waving some dust off of it.

There was a knocking on the door. Xavier looked over. “Oh hey, that might be the first guy. Can you go check? I need to see if these books are third edition, fourth edition, or a mix of both.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Editions? What are you-” I stopped. “Nope, forgot I have to maintain a front of not caring about your weird fantasy games. Let me go answer the door.” I sashayed towards the door to our old dorm room, opening it and giving the person behind it my best smile. “Hiya! I’m Teri, and you must be here about the roommate thing-”

He was wearing a red sweatshirt. The same bright crimson as blood. That and the blue jeans around his waist were the first things I noticed about him. He always wore that same damn outfit, and I’d made a habit of joke-retching about it when I saw him in it. He’d gotten his fur color bleached like he’d been talking about, so the slate gray of his fur had turned almost white. He looked like he’d lost a bit of weight since I saw him last. “Hey Teri! I-”

I shut the door on him, biting a lip. “Xavier! You didn’t tell me it was him! Why is my ex here?”

Xavier turned. “Oh, I wasn’t expecting him until later today. Look, I know you and Kristoph have some issues still, but-”

“No!” I shook my head. “Not Kristoph! We never really dated so I don’t consider him an ex, but that’s really not the point!” I pointed at the door as he started opening it. I hadn’t even locked it. “Why is SAMSON here?!?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Courtship 2: Old Ghosts
Courtship 8: Three Wheels on a Bicycle Built for Two
It finally begins... the final chapter in Teri and Kristoph's story. Courtship is the third and last story I have planned in this saga. From this point on, there will be more resolutions than dangling plot threads, more confrontations and less lamentations, and more action, sex, and drama than you can shake a stick at. But this time around, we're going to be doing things a little differently.

Teri and Kristoph's story has always been about how people Change over the course of going to college; how they Grow as people. (And also about sex, if you're into that). The thing about Change and Growth is that more often than not, there's not a single moment where we have an epiphany and suddenly are better people because of it. We grow over the course of time, over many small moments where we make conscious choices about our actions. We have small successes. We also have failures. We relapse. And we pull ourselves back up again. We grow as people through the making of these choices, through our actions, and through examining what we did and seeking to learn from it.

So, subsequently, Courtship isn't a single long story. It's going to be a series of short, connected story snippets, each between twoish to fiveish pages long. This is the first, where we revisit our stripey, vivacious protagonist #1. Let's see what he's gotten up to.

Writing these stories about Teri and Kristoph has always been a bit autobiographical for me in a weird sense. The two main characters have always been inspired by my boyfriend and I, and although I'd be hard pressed to say which was more closely inspired by which, both Teri and Kristoph's experiences and struggles in the stories mirror things I've gone through to some extent myself. Kristoph coming out and accepting his homosexuality was a dramatization of my own walked path. Teri's journey is a bit more fictionalized, but represents a lot of the demons I've seen plague homosexuals, and homosexuality as a whole. Which caused me no end of grief when I was younger. Writing these stories helped me sort out my own feelings on the subject, so I'm glad I have gotten the chance to write them, and I hope anyone who reads them enjoys them.

Truth be told, I've heard people say things like "Reading this story helped me decide to come out to my parents" and "Reading this story helped me accept who I am." They're rare, and very much in the minority of the (admittedly few) comments I get, but hearing stuff like that pretty much makes my day.

Thank you for reading. And if you feel like it, leave a comment below to tell me if you liked it, if you hated it, if you think I'm full of bullshit, etc. Criticism, praise, and discussion are what keep me motivated to write. Even trolls. :P

You can find the previous part of the story, Teri's Lament, here: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=890787

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male 624,523, gay 74,693, tiger 23,513, husky 21,070, skunk 17,669, squirrel 15,209, drama 2,070, plot 1,802, college 962, story series 851, gay relationships 776, gay male 570, gay couple 454, gayness 308, moving 165, samson 103, xavier 101, coming out 79, coming of age 73, teri 69, kristoph 12
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Blackman39
2 years, 8 months ago
too hype to read the story before Posting a comment!

Cant wait to start!
TerinasTiger
2 years, 8 months ago
I'm honored that you are excited! I hope you enjoyed it!
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