You grew up in an anthro city. Initially, it sucked. But...as time went on, it got...easier. You met Grant at really young age, and you and him became fast friends. By middle school, you two were inseparable, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. He was a bit...slow, but that was fine. He had confidence in himself, and that's all that mattered.

High school came pretty quickly for you guys, and life didn't really change. Grant started focusing more on football, and even got a job as a mover for a moving company. The bullying was pretty mild now, as you basically had your own bodyguard. And, despite his rather goofy way of acting, no one picked on Grant. The dog was over 7 foot 5 inches, and weighed 551 pounds of muscle and fat. You had to be as dumb as him, or suicidal to want to pick on him. Yet, despite everything, kids still picked on you.

Some beefy otter was bugging you at your locker, constantly closing it and mocking you. Eventually, Grant came over, and just watched the smaller otter man. Eventually, he spoke up.

...hi. He said, making the otter jump. At first, he was about to beat the crap out Grant, but that was before he saw his size. Please don't bully my friend. He doesn't like it very much. He says, trying to be polite. The otter nods, then quickly runs off, nearly pissing himself. Grant looks at you, then waves, flashing you a goofy smile.

Hi there! He says. You greet him back. His tail is wagging a lot. Trixie told me what was happening. I'm glad you're okay! He says, smiling. Trixie was one of the kids in his SPED class. She was nice, albeit a bit...bubbly. Wanna hang out after school? Dad is getting pizza for dinner! He says, enthusiastically. You agree. He smiles widely, then hugs you. Yay! Pizza with my friend!

His family was nice to you. They were glad you were his friend, as he didn't have many. You ended up sleeping over that night, and in his sleep, he started to snuggle with you, pulling you into his big, fluffy body. When day came, he was still holding you.

Senior year, your class had a pretty cool field trip. You ended up going to this really nice resort. Most of the kids had to bunk, including you and Grant. What was awesome, was the fact you two bunked together alone. Which means you guys got up to all sorts of fun stuff. Video games, board games, rough housing, the works. However, one night, Grant seemed worried to do anything with you. You left him be, but he eventually spoke up.

...um...can...we talk? He asks. You nod, always ready to listen to your bud. ...well...mom told me to be careful with you, cuz...um...I'm...gonna be going into heat soon... He says shamefully. ...and I really like you...and I don't wanna hurt you...

His words were soft and shaky. You reassured him that everything would be fine. He smiled, then nodded, lighting up again.

...you're right! We'll be fine! He laughs, then sits closer to you. A few nights later, he came back to your shared room. He was...off. He kept stumbling and mumbling his words. He fell over, and curled up, scared. You quickly went to him.

...everything so...wobbly...and...I feel funny... He says. ...my football friends gave me some funny tasting water... He says, looking at you. ...now I feel funny...I don't like it...

He's drunk. Not just a little either. His 'friends' tricked him into drinking hard liquor, getting a kick out of it. You stayed by his side, petting him softly and reassuring him. He eventually sat up, and kissed you. Not like a doggy kiss, like...he locked lips with you. He then pushed you onto the bed, before straddling your hips. He hiccups, watching you warmly.

The following morning, he was hungover. He remembered what he did with you though, but didn't want to talk about it. For your sake. He was already confused about his own sexuality, and he really didn't want to confuse you further.

Now in college, you two obviously had to share a dorm together. He made sure of it. You both just finished unpacking, and are about to crash for the night. He ended up crashing in the same bed as you, holding you tightly. When morning broke, he was playing games on the Xbox, before seeing you. He quickly pounces on you, pinning you to the bed, licking your face with love.

Hi there! Hi! Good morning! He says, his tail wagging a lot while he licks your face. How'd you sleep? Was I too heavy? He asks, tilting his head from side to side. He then pauses, and looks down.

...hey, um... He starts, before leaning back, straddling your legs. ...I know we're friends...but... He pokes his fingers together. ...do...you remember the field trip? Ever since that night...I kept thinking about us. He says. ...I was...um...curious...what are we?