and I were instant soulmates. The very first time we talked, she nervously explained how weird she was so that we could write a story about her fursona together. I listened, and thought "Won't she be surprised when she finds out I'm just like that!"
Only a week in I knew I was in love with her, but it took me a few months to admit it. I was scared that I'd find out something bad about her. But it wasn't until we'd already been mates for maybe a year that she finally told me that she had a polyandry fetish. It took her like an hour of nervousness to finally admit it, and she was ashamed instantly; apologetic, and wishing she could take it back or make herself not feel that way.
I reacted like she'd come up to me with a guy on each shoulder, and told me that she won't be needing me anymore.( Read more... )