(Author's Note: All the characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are copyright Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the copyright holder. All original characters are owned by me. This is my first M/M story, my second Gargoyles story written, and the second story of any kind that I've posted on the Internet. Let it be known that I do not use, and will not condone the use of the degrading, and demeaning slurs used in this story. I never have, and never will, especially since I have quite a few friends who happen to be Gay. This story also contains the actual definition of what a Furry is, and also contains Furry bashing by Humans, as well as the misconceptions of Furries perceived by Humans. It stemmed from experiences that I had with my Parents, my family, and the people in the town that I live in.)
"Friends Come In All Shapes, Sizes, Species, And Orientations"
A Gargoyles Story by Jarak
New York City, New York, Borough of Brooklyn April 9, 1998 10:23 Pm EST
Even with the heavy rain, thunder, and lightning, from the outside of the two level house, yelling, and screaming could be heard followed by the sound of slamming of doors. Soon the front door opened, and out stepped a blue eyed young man wearing a form fitting full body open-faced spandex, and black velvet Panther suit complete with round cat ears sewn to the top of the attached hood, and a tail sewn to the back of the torso of the suit, right above his rear. On his feet were black tennis shoes with black laces. The yelling, and screaming could be heard more clearly now.
"I don't care what it's called, I'm not having that filth in my house, and he is not wearing that silly costume! And he's certainly not going to any homo convention! How the hell did he get that outfit in the first place? More importantly, how did he discover that Satanist internet group?"
"Please, Jim, don't yell. The neighbors if not all of New York can hear you!" the young man's Mother replied.
"Let them hear, Betty! I don't give a shit!" Jim said.
The young man slammed the door, and stood on the front porch. From inside more yelling, and crying could be heard, followed by a strange eerie silence, and then the sound of stomping.
The door slowly opened again part way, and Betty peeked her head out, then stepped out onto the porch all of the way, closing the door behind her. She took the two steps it took to get to where he stood, and put a hand shoulder. He turned to face her.
"I don't agree with your lifestyle, or even claim that I understand it, but you're an adult, and are perfectly capable of making your own choice, even if you do still live under our roof. Not even your Father has the right to tell you otherwise."
"I agree, but as you said, it's your house, and as usual, with him, it's his way, or the highway." The young man said.
"What will you do?"
"I don't know. Maybe I could go stay with Uncle Kurt, and Aunt Julie.
"I don't know how they'd react if you showed up wearing…" she gestured to what he had on. "…That."
"You have a point. Plus I have no money to get there."
Just then more stomping could be heard, and the door opened, revealing Jim, still looking quite angry. He said nothing, but gave his now former son a shove causing the young man to fall off of the porch, and onto the sidewalk.
"At least let me get an umbrella," the young man pleaded.
His Father just glared at him.
Worriedly, the panther suit clad human looked over at his Mother, and then to his Father.
"Don't you ever call me that! I have no son!"
With that, Jim stormed inside.
"Goodbye…Betty," the young man said, calling his Mother by her first name for the first time ever in his whole entire life. Then he turned to leave, holding his tail in his five fingered paws to keep it from touching the dirty wet ground.