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Sayings are such an amazing source of wisdom from time to time. An old french writer once said: “Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore”. That seems awfully inspiring and all… but I am afraid of deep water and losing sight of the shore usually petrifies me when traveling on boat. My “shore” was keeping my family apart from my personal life and “the new ocean” was my beloved boyfriend (to whom I was just a little angry at the moment), insisting me to push said ideas apart and try to make peace with my parents. Now I was drifting in unknown waters as a direct consequence for my actions and I felt like I was drowning in awkwardness.

Alexander had been mostly quiet since he arrived. Being an anthro german shepherd his emotions were always as easy to read as the letter “O”. The fact that none of the anthros wore clothes due to their natural furry coats made it even more evident. His ears were flat against his skull, he had a worried look on his muzzle and his tail was firmly shut between his legs… well, against the chair actually. My mother had reacted in a way none of us were prepared for, calling him “a dog” and “an animal”. Her reaction in addition to her staying silent, avoiding our gazes on purpose and the fact she had already downed four daiquiris already were starting to make both of us cringe with expectation.

Since the first month we had been dating he asked me how the relationship with my family was. Casual chatting, nothing too forward. I took my time to explain him why we never met at my place and he seemed okay with what I told him; his place was better anyway, being single until I proposed him to be my boyfriend (ah, yes, he was the first to ask me out but I found my balls and pushed myself to ask him the question on the sixth date), he had been living in a luxurious residential tower. It was beautiful and had a marvelous sight of the sea and the Sacrifices Island, which is the closest island to the harbor. Unlike many, Alexander didn’t like to live in penthouses: “when you live above everyone, they tend to think you have more than them thus targeting yourself as wealthy; only those who have never been robbed, don’t have money etiquette or have more money than they can spend buy penthouses; it is one of the most ridiculous and unsafe ways of flashing your money to others”. I had never thought about it, but he was right: he wasn’t that wealthy after all. So, this time we were hanging around at his place, we were just relaxing after a great love making session that derived into a very wild, very sweaty fuck fest when, during the aftermath, he asked me about my family. It came out of the blue while he gently combed his clawed fingers with those incredibly soft paw pads through my hair. Obviously being in the position where I was (laying next to him on the bed with my head over his chest) I was coaxed to answer him with complete honesty. This shep surely knew how to pull my strings in the most captivating ways possible. I told him the truth: how I just didn’t feel that attached to my family, how the relationship I had with my mother was kind of toxic and how I was afraid meeting my family could change his perception of me. After hearing this he just chuckled and told me: “Hey, it’s ok. I’m no that much of a family dog myself. I would love to meet the woman that gave birth to this beautiful little kitten I have next to me though; but only when and if you’re ready”, then he kissed me softly on the forehead.

He never insisted much after that so it got me by surprise how one day during dinner I told him out of nowhere: “I think it is time that you meet my mom”. Honestly, I don’t know why I did it but he took it quite seriously: he stopped eating his torta mid munch and he looked at me with a shocked look that soon turned into a wide smile. His tail was wagging like crazy, his ears standing tall: “Are you for real?”, he asked me; “Well… maybe I’ll think a little more about it”, I then resumed eating my own food. From that day on he kind of asked me every single day: “Have you thought about it?”, whenever he had the chance and he always did it in a casual tone with a warm smile on his face while wagging his tail; sometimes he even did it after kissing me deeply with his wide tongue that easily overpowered mine whenever we made out. He knew how to play all his cute puppy tricks so I eventually agreed in putting a date on the calendar for the dinner.

Remembering that particular event made me realize how stupid I had been for even thinking something good could come from a meeting like this.

–Ok, I think I’m ready enough to ask –my mother suddenly said, breaking my pondering.

–Sure mom, what would you like to know? –I asked cautiously. I hadn’t noticed I was gripping Alexander’s paw until he gripped me back a little stronger and caressed the back of my hand with his thumb.

–How long have you been dating him? –she was directing her gaze towards me exclusively, plainly ignoring my boyfriend's presence on the table

–Um… I think we’ve been going steady for… 11 months now, our first anniversary would be in about a month and a week.

–So you’ve been going out with an… animal for almost a year and you never thought of telling your family about it?

So, she was being mean… she also was speaking with such a venomous tone in her voice that my blood got cold instead of boiling with rage for the way she talking to me. I felt like a little boy who got caught doing something awfully wrong.

–Well, I…

–How could you even be attracted to an animal? –she asked this with a soft, angered whisper. My grip on Alexander’s paw strengthened and I lowered my head. I had never seen my mother so offended, so disappointed at me. And it didn’t make me mad. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

–Ma’am, if you allow me…

–Don’t you dare speak to me, dog! I’m not talking to you –she interrupted him so viciously that I could only thing of a boa constrictor eating a mouse swiftly in one go.

–Why, son? Why would you expose yourself like this? I thought your father and I had raised you better than this… –now THIS, this really made me come out from my stupor with a fast cold anger building in the back of my mind.

–Oh, so you think you raised me better than this, whatever THIS means to you? I thought being absent during all my teen years and turning every decision we made into a via crucis was your way of raising my brothers and I.

–How dare you! We gave you everything and the best we could!

–Excepting, perhaps, understanding and a judgement-free advice whenever we needed guidance!

–Don’t you dare…

–Oh, no mother, of course I dare! –I was one misplaced answer from her to start shouting–. My grandma was the best mother I could have ever wished for, she was always there for me and she loved me with all of her heart. She was the one that raised me; she was the one that knew all my problems –shit had hit the fan–. She never accepted that I was gay but I didn’t give a burnt toast about it because at least she never judged me for my decisions. She always made me feel loved and safe, unlike other women in the house who I couldn’t speak to about anything for fear of being not only judged but also chastised –low blow, I know but you can’t blame me, I was undoubtedly and royally pissed at this point–. YOU are the one who shouldn’t dare to act all high and mighty nor should you speak about things you know shit about. And you could at least acknowledge my boyfriend’s presence and stop calling him names being that you also know shit about him or me for that matter.

Ok, so, I may have gotten a little carried away, I may recognize that, yet every single word that had come out of my mouth had been true. Perhaps it was not the best way to let my mother know it but the cat was already out of bag anyway.

–You really are ungrateful, son. But the one who knows shit about things, is you. You know why you dating an anthro twists my arm so much? Do you even care? You surely think I’m just some kind of bigot who can’t stand them because like many others, knowing they’re simply superior in every aspect makes me feel angry and envious thus justifying my hatred towards them, right? –I was taken aback from her answer.

–What I think about you means nothing to you, I know it.

–Oh, you surely think that, yes. But before you keep dis acknowledging my motives, let me tell you that you are wrong. I’m a doctor as well, you surely remember that –she was right, and it didn’t matter what the situation between us was, I had always admired how professional and well prepared she had been during all of her career–. And as one I’ve seen many patients come in to the ER with a vast variety of injuries and all of the paraphernalia that accompanies them.

Well, she was right there. Since the “birthing” of the anthros and the change in mankind that followed shortly after, many hospitals had increased their income rates of human patients with different kind of injuries caused by anthros: bites, flesh wounds, claw wounds, rakings, broken bones, dislocated joints… The list was longer than I could remember and there was a reason for it: the sole weight difference between anthros and humans was huge. I mean, what could I do with my 150 lb against Alexander’s almost 300 lb? He could easily overpower me whenever he wanted, after all his kind was more muscular and stronger than any average human. Most of them were pure muscle, little to no fat and most of the males were quite packed up with tons of testosterone. My Alexander was not like any of them though.

–Every second you spend with your so called “boyfriend”, you are basically risking your life –now she was making no sense, there was no way he could ever harm me.

–There you got it wrong, mother. He would never harm me –after saying that I turned my head and looked into Alexander’s eyes.

I hadn’t looked at him since my mother and I had started arguing against each other and what I perceived broke my heart: his ears were still flat over his head and he was sulking in his seat; his eyes were watery like he was about to cry. And I felt it was partly (if not mostly), my fault. I had been so busy getting angry and spitting poisonous word to my mother that I hadn’t stopped to think how he may have felt about witnessing what for me was usual.

–Like I would ever believe anything one of those beasts said.

–Mother, please, stop calling him like that –my voice faltered a little.

–I won’t stop until you at least recognize my point: it’s dangerous to be around them not to mention “breed” with them.

–Mother, really…

–No, son! You have to…

–Mom, please –I said this with a broken voice and tears forming in the corner of my eyes; she noticed it and stopped. She had rarely ever seen me cry as an adult excepting during my grand mother’s funeral. My tears for her were a reality check.

I usually hate crying. It makes me angry to cry and whenever I feel like it I kind of hold the tears until it passes; crying always makes me not only mad but also miserable. I never feel better after crying. Nonetheless now I had noticed how every noxious comment either of us had said was taking a toll on Alexander. He was also on the brink of tears and I couldn’t stand to be the source of such damage. He was kind of a wuss and I had seen him cry once or twice, but this was different: he was not only sad, he was heartbroken.

–Honey, I’m sorry… –I caressed his cheek and broke one tear that was forming on his eye–. Please don’t cry, we can go now if you want.

–No –he said in a short, authoritative way.

–Babe, really, there’s no reason for you to withstand this.

–Hey –he sniffled back his sadness, then said–. I wanted this for a reason and I’ll do what I want to do before the night ends.

–Really Al, there’s no point in…

–Yes, there is. Just trust me, ok? –he then offered me a tired but honest smile and gave mi nose a lick. How could I say no to the one I loved more than life itself?

–Ok, Al.

–Thanks, babe.

I suddenly felt very tired. Arguing so heatedly with my mother had been a draining experience. I felt like we had been arguing for an hour but in reality not more than 10 minutes had passed.

–Ma’am…

–I told you not to speak to… –I held her hand in a pleading grip.

–Mom, please, just let him speak –the look on my mother’s face was one of surprise once she turned her attention to me. I truly was begging her in a silent way to please let him do what he wanted.

–Fine, say whatever you want to say.

–Thanks, mom –that had to be the most sincere comment I had directed to her during this dinner.

–Ma’am –this time mother looked directly at him, like wanting to pierce a hole through his skull–. I know this hasn’t been quite the happy meeting. To be honest with you, your son here didn’t want this to happen in the first place –he looked back at me smiling weakly–. I now know why.

Alexander closed his eyes and gave a big breath. We both waited for him to go on.

–Ma’am, I don’t really know what has you and Jo so against each other’s throat, but clearly that’s something that doesn’t concern me and I shall not pry about it. However, I came here with the best of intentions, I bought you these chocolates that Jo told me were your favorites, they were meant to lighten the mood before dinner –he then handed them to her; unsurprisingly she didn’t hold the box so Al just put it on the table. He sighed–. I do understand your worries and fears about our relationship. If there’s anyone that truly understands it it’s me: Ma’am, I love your son with my heart and soul and there is not a single day where I don’t feel scared I could accidentally hurt him in any way, physical or not, but I speak from the bottom of my heart when I say that if at any point I caused any kind of damage to this beautiful creature that I feel proud to call my boyfriend, I’d turn myself in and ask to be euthanized because I know I couldn’t live knowing I harmed what to me has grown to be the most important thing in existence. So please believe me when I tell you that I don’t know if Jo understands your point of view, but I do; and that is precisely why I’d rather die before causing him any wrong.

Listening to him speak was changing my mother’s expression and it was surely making me blush. I knew I loved Alexander and I hadn’t been shy to tell him when our relationship turned 9 months. He had also told me he loved me back, although I had never heard him say it with these words. I hugged him while sitting. His tail started wagging again; he just hugged me back with one arm while with the other he petted my head, he didn’t break eye contact with my mother. I didn’t care if my mother saw what to her may have seemed like a flamboyant show of public affection: I loved this shep with my all my being and she had to deal with it.

–What I am trying to say Ma’am is that I love him very much; hell, “very much” is a dirty euphemism of how I’ve grown to love Jo and that’s why I wanted so badly to meet you –he stayed silent for a second before continuing–. I don’t know if you’ll ever like me and honestly, I don’t care, but I wouldn’t want to be the reason for you to hold a grudge against your own son or for him to do the same against you.

Mother’s expression had softened since he started talking and now she seemed more focused on Alexander’s words.

–If you chose to leave this restaurant, I would understand it and I’d make sure Jo doesn’t get mad about it since it would be a direct consequence of my presence, so please don’t feel obligated to stay if you’re not comfortable anymore; if you decide to stay though, please allow me to say something to you that I’ve been wanting to tell you since I knew I had undeniably fallen in love with your son. Will you let me?

I had no strength in me to tilt my head up so I stayed hugging Alexander’s side. To my surprise, my mother spoke almost politely.

–You may go on.

–Thank’s ma’am. What I wanted to tell you is something that also comes from the depths of my soul: Thank you very much –To this my mother and I reacted the same way: bewildered beyond understanding.

–Excuse me? –she asked with eyes as big as dishes and clear confusion.

–Yes ma’am, thank you very much –this he said it with a very sincere tone of voice that made me feel like I was the luckiest man on earth.

–I… I don’t understand. Why do you thank me for?

–Well ma’am, that’s simple, thank you for giving birth to Jo –things were getting a little weird–. I don’t know what you did or didn’t do for Jo when he was younger; I ignore when and how your relationship started to decline into this shapeless chaos that it is now; what’s more important I’ll never know what you did right or wrong in order to raise him but, as I see it, it is thanks to that and much more that Jo became the man he is now. I’m thankful for that because if it hadn’t happened I would have never met this wonderful person I’m proud to call my mate –after saying that he turned his head and gently raised my head with one paw and kissed me on the forehead, then he turned to my mother again–. Really, with all the gratitude that I’m capable of ma’am, thanks for bringing him into this world and thanks for helping him be who he is: I’ll never be able to repay you, even if I knew how. I’ll eternally be in debt with you and your family, so thank you very much.

I had this weird, surreal feeling creeping into my mind. I felt as if everything that Alexander had just said was part of a convoluted lucid dream and I would suddenly wake up in my bed, alone and wondering why things weren’t like that. Except this time it had been real: he had said everything I had heard and now he was looking at my mother with eyes full of gratitude. How could I had been so lucky as to meet someone as perfect as him? I hugged him with a stronger grip and then kissed the side of his muzzle, he turned his head and gave me a little peck on the lips.

–So… would you like to stay and have dinner with us?

For a moment I completely forgot that my mother was in front of us and that we were, indeed, sitting in a restaurant where we had agreed beforehand we would meet in order to introduce them to each other. Then I noticed that her expression had shifted a little from anger and impatience to one of curiosity and a little perplexity.

–No. I’m leaving –her answer came swift and fast, like a crashing truck.

–It is ok ma’am, thanks for coming and listening what I had to say –Al said while bowing his head with gratitude.

–I’m not comfortable staying –mother said immediately while picking up her things and Al’s gift–. Nonetheless I think we could meet again in a different environment –having said that she stood up and Al and I looked at her. Her answer had surprised us both: Alexander’s tail started wagging faster and I felt a little smile begin to take place in my face.

–I’m not stupid as to not see how much you care for my son; this doesn’t change my opinion on anthros in general although you may be different, besides I had never seen him so happy before in his life like when he is with you. As for now I think you’re a decent individual.

–Thanks ma’am –said Al with a small chuckle.

–However be aware that if you do something to my son I will find you, neuter you and then give you to the proper authorities –she kept talking before Alexander could answer to her–. Despite what he thinks of me, my children are the most valuable treasure I have in life, so treat him carefully, with great love and respect… or else I’ll make the talion law valid on you –she said that last part while pointing menacingly to Alexander.

–Yes ma’am –he answered with self confidence.

–Very well. Have a nice night Alexander, it was a… truly unexpected surprise to meet you.

–Thank you ma’am; have yourself a nice night as well.

–Good night Jo.

–Good night mom

Having said her farewells she then walked towards the exit. We waited in silence until she crossed the door and immediately after she had left the building I felt awfully tired. This single event had felt like the most energy draining experience so far in my life. I felt how Alexander tightened his grip on my side and turned to face me, he was smiling, his tail was wagging lazily and he had a smug smile on his muzzle:

–Your mother made quite a wonderful work when she made you –he said before kissing me.

–Well, I was born on November 14th so, theoretically I was conceived nine months prior –this I said it after breaking the kiss.

–Wait, hold on… are you telling me you are a saint valentine’s day baby?

–I like to think that as a possibility –Alexander just laughed wholeheartedly at my retort.

We stayed quiet for a moment, we made out a little before our positions started to feel uncomfortable. Then I punched him as hard as I could on his arm, which caused him to flinch.

–Ow! What was that for?

–That was for insisting that I introduced you to my mother –I told him a little annoyed –. And this is for everything else you did tonight –. I kissed him deeply, shyly moving my tongue in order for him to let it enter into his muzzle. It was a slow loving kiss; I wanted to let him know how much it had meant for me all the things he had said. It meant a lot to me that he got to verbalize his feelings towards me to my mother. I broke the kiss after a little while and looked him to the eyes.

–Thanks for withstanding it, pup.

–Thank you for letting me into your life, kitten –he was caressing my cheek and I held his paw, then kissed it–. So, when do I get to know your father?

I looked at him with awe and then he started laughing. I hit him again and then laughed with him. Being with him always made me feel wonderful even if I had just lived the psychological equivalent of a hecatomb.

–Come on, it could have been worst –he said non chalantly.

–Babe, please, if it had been worse, my mother could have shot you where you are sitting

–Nah, she loved me since she saw me enter.

–Al, she almost got drunk on purpose just to refrain herself from leaving.

–You remember it differently than I do.

–Oh, really? And how do you remember it?

–Well, she wanted to drink in order to celebrate when she saw what a stud his son had gotten together with –I couldn’t help but laugh at his joke.

–Well stud, I’m just surprised she made no comment on you walking around naked.

–Hey, I’m not naked –he said while grabbing his tie–. I’m wearing a formal attire.

–Be that as it may, you’re not wearing any pants and everyone can see your gorgeous furry sack and sheath –I said this while sensually running my hand along his crotch.

–Ah, so you think it’s gorgeous then? –he was smirking lasciviously.

–Gorgeous and delicious; I think it may even be my favorite food –with a sultry wink I kept caressing him and I noticed how his sheath started plumping–. After all, you know what they say: once you knot that, you’ll never want to go back.

–First of all, who says that? And second of all, unless you want me to feed you your favorite food right here and now, you better stop rubbing it.

–I thought you liked me rubbing you.

–I never said I didn’t like it; but honestly, after everything that went on today, I’d rather enjoy a relaxed evening having dinner with my boyfriend.

He was right: I always teased him to the point where he would basically take me wherever we were (something that I loved, to be honest), however after what had taken place here today I would feel more comfortable if we just had our food served, eat, chat, then go home and call it a night. There would be time to play some other day… probably tomorrow.

I called the waiter and he took our orders. Perhaps introducing him to my mother had not gone the way I expected but at the end I guess it could have been worse; mother seemed to at least talk to him like he was a real person and Alexander surely looked giddy about having gotten to know my mother. Maybe one day we could all sit in the same table without any tension rising while we ate. Also mom kind of told us she was expecting to have another outing with us, both, as a couple. Life, at the end, was not bad just complicated, but as long as I had him by my side I felt like nothing could defeat me.

–Why are you looking at me with such dreamy eyes? –I hadn’t noticed that until he spoke to me.

–Sorry, it’s just that I really love you Alexander. You are the anthro of my dreams –I offered him a small but honest smile.

–I love you too, Jo. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. Also, you shouldn’t be so specific, you can call me the man of your dreams even if technically I’m not human.

–Can I call you “beautiful” or “amazing”?

–Babe, you can call me however you want.

Life was not perfect yet to me, he was. And that was more than enough for me to be happy.