This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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The Striped Filly
Flying Changes
Chapter Three
With a surprisingly clear head, Christian stared into his cup as rain glanced off the window of the coffee shop, flashing by the street lamps as if it possessed its own source of illumination. A Wednesday evening easing into night, he hadn't seen Anna in four whole days -- four days that, now, seemed far too long to be without her. And that was even with the fact that the thought of her roused feelings and ideas that he didn't want to acknowledge, at least not yet.
He sipped his coffee, pursing his lips as it flared too hot on his tongue. He drank coffee almost every day but, somehow, this coffee was different. It was the first coffee since he had had sex. Christian's fingers tightened around the cup, pressing into smooth ceramic. He had had sex with a zebra. He stared suspiciously at the older gentleman with greying hair and a walking stick sitting on one of the sofas as if everyone and anyone could tell what he'd done a few days before simply by looking at him. His fingers twisted together in his lap as he constantly fidgeted, heartbeat as flighty as a caged bird.
Well, technically, he was still a virgin. He rubbed his face, heat tingling across his cheekbones. Just not a complete one anymore.
The bell above the door jingled and his lips parted, breaking into a smile, as Anna stood in the entranceway, shaking water from her mane and tail. Tail flicking, she sought to rid it of the annoyance weighing it down, but gave up after a few half-hearted flicks, letting it drape down wetly over her rump and hocks. Christian half-stood and waved her over, a wave of giddiness catching him unawares. He dropped back into his booth seat against the wall with an ungainly thump on faux leather as Anna trotted up, drawing all eyes in her passing.
"I thought you weren't going to show up." Christian moved a chair out of the way, allowing her room in which to stand comfortably beside the table. "What can I get for you?" He grinned widely -- too widely. "My treat."
He cringed at his own words, yet the zebra merely shook her head, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"Christian..." She began and then turned away, ears twitching.
He leaned forward, elbow on the table, the spot between his eyes knotted.
"What's wrong? Are you unwell?"
His mind whispered that it was something far worse than Anna feeling a little under the weather and he shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind, ignoring the frantic pace of his heart. Gripping his thigh in a vice-like grip, he tried to smile and failed, lips turning down.
Anna shook her head.
"I am perfectly well, Christian, don't worry..." She trailed off, unable to look him in the eye. "I only feel that I need to apologise for my behaviour a few nights ago."
She chuffed as if clearing her throat, gaze brushing his for the briefest of instants.
"When we went on...our..." She pawed the ground with a hoof. "You know..."
Christian froze and slipped back in the booth, cold all over as if he had been doused in a bucket of ice water. This was it. She had realised that it was all a big mistake and regretted everything. He set his jaw into a tight, aching line and stared directly into the glaring overhead light until his eyes watered.
"Oh," he said at last, not trusting himself to say more. "I didn't realise."
He rubbed his arm and looked away, scraping the sole of one trainer over the top of the other beneath the table. Anna rested her chin on the table, nostrils vibrating gently as she snorted.
"I did not mean to be so forward... I know you asked me about it in the moment." She chuckled, eyes wide and imploring. "I didn't mean to push you so far so quickly. I..." Anna swallowed, looking down between her hooves. "I got carried away. I can be hasty."
Christian's head snapped back around.
"You think I did something I didn't want to do?"
His jaw would have dropped if every muscle in his body had not been so tense that any notion of relaxing, even in shock, was a foreign concept. Anna lifted a hoof earnestly and nudged his knee with hers, the knobbly joint warm through his jeans.
"I know I started it and I drove you on, further and further... I wanted you and couldn't stop myself." She snorted warm air over his arm and pushed her head against his chest, legs shaking. "You've done something to me, Christian. I can't explain it. I can't explain it at all."
Christian exhaled a breath that he had not known he'd been holding, lungs sore. Yet his lips twitched into a smile.
