There's no point in describing how it all came to be. By this point, it doesn't matter. You're stuck growing up in a city made for anthros, by anthros, as a human. You aren't welcome here, and you will most likely never be welcomed here.

Kindergarten and middle school were the worst. The kids were relentless. High school was a little easier, as you finally managed to distance yourself from everyone. They realized you really didn't want any smoke, and the kids were kinda tired of giving it to you. You kept your problems to yourself, didn't talk to anyone, spare for a few fellow humans, and pretty much did your own thing. You found your own spot for lunch on the roof of the school, which was nice, since no one else tried to go up there.

Of course, life wouldn't let you be. You noticed one of the students watching you more and more. Peyton was her name. She's this tall, rather pretty tiger, with a rather tough attitude. She has only a few friends, but that was by choice. She thought most of the kids there were idiots, and she wasn't afraid to tell them that.

Huh? Peyton says to one of the students in the hallway, standing over the kid. Why would I want to hang out with you? She asks, but doesn't give the student a chance to answer. What? So we can get high or some shit? Is that all you think about? No wonder you're flunking this grade. She shakes her head, before looking at you. You nearly shit your pants. ...hmph. Whatever.

You grab your bag, and head up to the roof, as you always do, and set yourself up. You eat your lunch, confident that you're alone, before hearing the door open. You assume it's the janitor, who is usually nice to you. Footsteps approach you. You don't think anything of it, until the person speaks.

...hey. They say. You turn slowly. It's Peyton. You gulp. ...can I join you? My friends all went home already, and I don't feel like eating with the rest of the nimrods in this school.

Terrified of her, you allow her to join you. She sighs.

You can calm down. If I wanted to hurt you, don't you think I would've done it by now? She says bluntly. I mean, seriously. I've known about you since, like, middle school. If I really wanted to hurt you, I would've done it then. She bumps your shoulder with hers gently, trying to be friendly. You relax a bit, making her smile. You two chat quite a bit, and learn she is actually really chill. She plays tennis and badminton, and plans on joining the women's boxing team in college. In her spare time, she likes crocheting things, like blankets and stuff.

After your lunch, the two of you part ways, but that wasn't the last you would see of her. Every lunch after that, she would join you for lunch. You didn't really do the annoying things the other kids did, and you weren't a complete and utter idiot, nor were you judgmental, and she really liked that.

Hey! Peyton shouted, chasing after you. I'm going with you. My friends all got stuff to do, and I don't really feel like going home alone right now, so...let's walk together.

You couldn't think of a reason not to let her, so you agreed. On the way through the bike path, her hand kept grazing against yours. Every time she touched your hand, she purred or meowed softly. It was odd, but you didn't think anything of it at first. Then, she began to fully hold your hand. She finally turned to you.

...hold on. This...isn't me. She says, facing you. She sighs, releasing your hand. ...I'm not the type of girl to dance around my feelings like this. You know that. She smirks, before composing herself. ...I like you. More than a friend. I'm...sure the purring and the hand holding made that obvious, but...now you know for sure. She smiles nervously. You admittedly had feelings for her too, and really sucked at hiding it.

...let's...head back to my place. My parents aren't home. She says, pulling you along. That night, you two got very familiar with each other bodies, before making it official. The best part? Her dad totally approved of you. Not even as a joke. He was super chill compared to the antrhos.

Fast forward to college, you two managed to bunk together, which she really liked. Nothing really notable happened, besides you proposing to her. That was definitely the highlight of her college career. Eventually, you guys graduate, and she manages to inherit a big company, and shares it with two other anthros.

You two live together now, despite her making tenfold what you make. You just arrived home, exhausted. Peyton notices you, and smiles.

Hey, hun. She says, working on her crocheting. She made you! You like it? I think he's quite handsome... She chuckles. ...you look tired. She sets her project to the side.

Come on. Sit. She pats the couch, wanting you to sit beside her. You do so. She showers your face in kisses while she purrs. Mmm...warm. Baby...you can quit that job any day. I will never think less of you for doin so, okay? Now, lean on me.

She pulls you into her embrace, her tail wrapping around your waist. She purrs and licks your cheek, before turning on the TV for you. She's so...pleasant. And soft.