The Striped Filly

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 Five

Christian avoided attention at the radio station, locking himself in his studio before others had ventured out for their morning coffees. The night shift - as they were affectionately referred to - were zombie-like enough that they didn't spare him a second look as they stomped past him, eager for their beds with throats sore from talking too much on the night shows.

The only problem was a certain zebra. He stumbled over his words even as he gained a deeper understanding of the ins and outs of running his own show as his boss remained out of work with some bug or another. Christian could not care and was only glad that he didn't have it and that he was able to go about his work mostly uninterrupted. His ears had grown even without seeing Anna for days that stretched past the confines of a week, poking through his hair as they slowly migrated up the sides of his head. Grumbling, he pressed them down as if he could flatten them back into his skull. It was, however, to no avail.

Leaning back in his chair, he smiled at the doorway where he had first seen Anna, the zebra wandering into the studio as if she belonged there. And he wanted her to belong there - with him.

He couldn't put her off forever.

It was Christian that called her at last, suggesting a date in a carefully chosen spot. Anna leapt at the chance to see him again, nearly deafening him with her loud braying down the phone line. He sighed as he hung up, headphones looped listlessly around his neck. She wouldn't know that he'd chosen the restaurant purely as it was in a touristy spot. It was unlikely that he'd see anyone he knew there. A small part of his mind - a traitorous seclusion - told him that it would be worth it even if someone did 'catch' him.

Anna met him at the restaurant, a long, gold pendant dangling from her neck. A large ruby was set into the gold and he whistled, admiring its beauty as much as the mare it adorned. He ran his hand down her mane as they entered the restaurant - an Italian across the road from Victoria theatre - and breathed easily for the first time since he had left her side. As if a light had been turned on in a pitch black room, he saw clearly and smiled as he sat at their purposely set aside table in a secluded alcove that allowed Anna to remain standing as they enjoyed their meal together. Christian smiled: perfect.

Anna made everything right again.

"I hope you don't mind, Christian, but I invited a couple of friends from the area to join us," the zebra chuckled apologetically as she polished off her first course with a smack of her lips. "It seems that they are later than expected. They've travelled from a small distance, if I am told correctly."

He turned automatically towards the door to check who Anna was referring to - although he could not possibly know them - and choked on his water. A chestnut mare, walking quite surely and sedately on four hooves, flicked her tail as the waiter led them to their table, a grey stallion walking on two hooves at her side. The stallion rested his paw between her withers and hindquarters as they walked, an ease of being present in his gait that Christian couldn't help but envy. He stared at Anna, the zebra openly laughing and braying at his shock.

"I thought it may help," she said, quickly adding her brand of explanation to the mix, lips quirking up in a cheeky smile. "We're not the only ones and you said you hadn't met anyone like us before..."

Christian wasn't sure that Anna had understood exactly what he'd meant back in the research centre - it had been much more than simply meeting another couple like them - but wasn't about to correct her in the middle of the restaurant. The feral mare and anthro stallion exchanged greetings - introducing themselves as Amethyst and Madoc respectively - with them as a second chair was brought up for the dappled male. Christian tried not to stare as they ordered their main course - simple dishes, although a plate of fresh bruschetta swiftly appeared without any order that he could see being placed.

"So...you two..." Christian dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "You seem like you've known each other for years. How did you meet?"

The chestnut mare glanced at her partner, blowing her forelock out of her eyes.

"Oh, just like anyone else..." She chuckled. "Or maybe not. I pen stories for my job, rather than going for trade work. You could say it pays my way in life. A voice to text programme," she added, spotting the question in his eyes, "only takes a bit of editing at times. Madoc started reading a good long while ago, then helped me with editing..."

She dipped her head, ears splaying softly to the sides of her head. Madoc rubbed her shoulder, a grin that told more than her words pulling at his lips.

"It kind of took off from there."

"I see..." He stared at his pasta, wondering how to broach the topic. "And how do you..." He grimaced. "I'm sorry, this must seem remarkably forward of me, but..."

Madoc laughed and leaned back, rocking his chair up on to two legs. The stallion's mane, a mixture of grey and black streaks, fell down the arch of his neck, left to grow long and unruly. Amethyst shook her head and bumped his chair back onto all four legs with a calculated swing of her hindquarters.

"Yeah, we get asked that a lot," he confirmed. "You get used to the stares after a while, trust me. Not worth worrying about."

Grinning, he rested his elbows on the table and shot Christian a conspirator's wink.

"I'm sure you've been having fun with your mare too from the look of you..."

Christian blushed, fiddling with the edge of the table. He rubbed the tips of his ears, now almost completely on the top of his head and pointed straight up. He could even twitch them, new muscles making themselves known to him. His tail was less obvious, squashed down inside his trousers, yet growing by the day. The hair was a good four inches long from the bone now.

"Is it that obvious?"

Amethyst giggled.

"Like you have to ask!"

"Hey!" Anna snapped her teeth closed with a sharp click, although humour thrummed through the flick of her tail. "Be nice!"

Amethyst snorted and drew her dished face back, playing at being affronted.

"I'm always nice!"

The mares playfully teased one another as their main courses were replaced by dessert and, somehow, Christian found himself relaxing more and more, not even thinking about the stares that were, surely, coming his way. When he did remember to look around, every other patron of the restaurant was engaged in conversation without the time to spare him, just another person enjoying a meal, in their busy, manic lives. He smiled, bold enough to enquire more about the mare and stallion's life and how they lived together while the world forgot to mind his presence. Maybe people weren't as bad about the whole thing as he'd suspected. He laughed, words flowing as easily from his lips as water as they talked, fingers firmly curled into the zebra's mane.

Maybe it would be okay to let the transformation go a little further? He sipped his water, nerves rolling in his stomach. Did he dare? After all, he reasoned with himself, rubbing Anna's withers, he would be able to reverse the transformation if he wanted to. But the thought of staying away from the zebra made him curl his fingers into her mane all over again, holding her so tightly that she shot him a questioning look, attention half on her dessert.

Christian tried to smile, mind whirling, one thought chasing the next with so much urgency that it was difficult to separate a single notion from the vibrant throng. Was there no way to win? If he stayed with Anna, of course, the full transformation into an anthro equine would be inevitable. He looked down at his plate, only a few morsels of food left. Yet he did not have the stomach to finish his meal.

He didn't have to stay with Anna. He knew that. He knew that all too well. Only, he feared that something far more terrifying would happen to him if he went without her. Everything was warmer with her around, bringing brightness to a grey London landscape, showing him the beauty in what had been in front of his eyes for years already.

It was inevitable that he would not reach a conclusion by the end of the meal, making his way along with conversation the best he could in the meantime.

They left the mare and stallion couple outside the restaurant, Anna shivering against Christian, still unused to the British climate. He rubbed her neck, worried for her, although she assured him with a smile that she was alright, just a little cold. He wrapped his scarf around her neck and she laughed, prancing back and forth like a younger filly as Amethyst threw her head up and neighed, tail flicking happily.

"Nice meeting you!" Christian shouted over his shoulder as the red mare bustled her partner away, walking between him and the road.

"We'll see you again!" Amethyst whinnied. "You'll have to join us out in the country sometime."

Madoc nodded, an indignant squeal breaking his lips as the mare swatted him neatly on the rump with her tail, harrying him down the road. Christian laughed and turned to his own mare as rain spotted their skin, his ears twitching atop his head. Even his eyes were sliding outwards, gradually, day by day, as they repositioned themselves, his body made a bid to make him a better mate - a life partner - for Anna.

"We can go to the country," Anna assured him. "I've seen some of the city, but your countryside sounds lovely from how Ammy describes it."

Nodding, Christian swept the rain back off his hair, shrugging his coat collar up around his neck. Trotting by Anna's side, he blinked at the lights glancing off the wet flagstones, the illumination from street lamps doubled in a reflection as they headed half a mile or so down the road to the river. To his left, the Thames breathed, a gentle lap of water against the hulls of boats moored after the day trips were well and done, drifting into slumber as night claimed the city. He parted his lips, intending to apologise to Anna for getting her caught in the typically gloomy London rain, and paused with the words on the tip of her his tongue as she shook water from her large ears.

She'd never looked so beautiful. Droplets of water glistened on her black and white coat, clinging to her mane as she threw her head back and whinnied a laugh, top lip quivering. The water soaked through her upright mane and trickled down her neck as she picked up her pace, hooves splashing through puddles as she bounded and leapt like a filly out grazing with her dam for the very first time. A laugh bubbled up from Christian's throat and, despite the holes in his shoes, he threw himself into a run and followed her bobbing, ropey tail.

They ran like foals caught in spring joy all the way back to Anna's hotel, a moderate affair tucked away from the Thames where another feral and anthro couple padded away from the building - a red deer and a doe with delicate, large ears and a moist looking nose that quivered in the cool night air. Christian watched them covertly out of the corners of his eyes, watching as the doe slipped an arm around the four-legged stag.

So, one did not have to be male to transform after falling in love with a feral? His eyebrows knotted together. Interesting. Yet another thing he had not known before. He scratched the back of his head and inclined his head subtly in their direction, drawing Anna's attention.

"I guess equine is close enough to a zebra for my body to try to adjust to you," he murmured, half to himself, as they paused outside the entrance to the hotel in a pool of light from the street lamp. "They are a little closer in kind than we seem to be. Or at least where we're at right now."

"Studies on the effects of this transformation are limited, I agree," she admitted, watching the stag and doe prance away on light hooves, "but the reasons for that are clear. Who wants to be studied like that? We're not specimens."

Christian couldn't have agreed more. The mare faced him, framed in the entrance as the revolving doors turned seamlessly behind her.

"Walk me to my room?"

Christian smiled as she batted her eyelashes. What guy could resist such a sweet filly with that look on her muzzle? He laid his arm over her neck as they stepped into the elevator, stealing kisses as it raised them up to her floor. Outside her room, however, they stopped, lips moist with the touch of the other still warm upon them.

"Will you..." Anna hesitated. "Will you join me tonight? For a little bit?"

"Oh... Anna," Christian gulped, acutely aware of his tail trying to flick. "I really shouldn't."

"Please?" Her lower lip trembled cutely as she thrust her head into his chest, snorting as she took in his scent. "I really miss you... Just some cuddling? We don't have to do anything."

Christian rubbed the back of his neck.

"I really shouldn't..."

The zebra snorted and he swore she rolled her eyes.

"Okay."

Anna held up the key card to the scanner in the door with her teeth, pushing it open once it had beeped. Dropping it back into her bag with a deft flick of her head, she peered up at him through lowered lashes. Christian's breath caught in his throat and he resisted the urge to press his hand over his heart. Anna smiled, neck arched.

"I won't lock the door... just in case you'd like to follow me after all."

She grinned and, flagging her tail high, the mare strutted into the bedroom, a seductive sway in her hindquarters. Without thinking, Christian put his hand on the door, a low groan building as she posed by the ceiling to floor window, the lights of the city glittering to her back. Lifting her head prettily, the zebra angled her body so that the light caught her stripes as her marehood winked, seemingly of its own accord. Like the first time, Christian watched spellbound as the mare's sex twitched up and pulsed, pushing out a stream of juices as if she had not had release in days - she was just that in need.

Creeping into the room as if he would break the spell simply by being too loud, he closed the door at his heels.

"Cuddling," he said, his voice husky. "You said cuddling."

Anna blinked innocently.

"I can cuddle."

Stretching out on her side in front of the window, Anna grunted and inclined her head towards her round barrel.

"Will you not join me, Christian?"

Christian exhaled a heavy hiss of a breath through his teeth, hands clenching into fists. He shivered at the feel of harder fingertips biting into his palms and spared a moment to inspect them, shaking his head at the more hoof-like fingertips that had appeared seemingly from nowhere. He'd barely even noticed the itching. They looked like what Madoc had had. Even their date had pushed the transformation further. What would sex do? His body was priming itself to become what Anna needed him to be in order to reproduce! Christian held himself rigid as he rested his back against the zebra's stomach. He just had to keep himself under control. It would not be that bad.

Control, however, was a difficult task around Anna.

Slipping back into the zebra, Christian smiled as she curled her head around him, large, warm eyes blinking up as if she really was as innocent as her words. But that was never the case. The zebra lasted all of five minutes - if that - with her head on his leg before her lips wandered, inching up his thigh to lip teasingly over his crotch. Christian groaned and shook his head, yet she was insistent and scrambled to her hooves, allowing him to drop softly onto his back.

Head bumping lightly onto the carpet, he chuckled breathlessly as she nuzzled into his neck, warm lips questing curiously. She made no advances that could be construed as sexual, rubbing her head on him as if to tease an itch from her ears, yet his skin heated to meet hers all the same. Wrapping his arms around the zebra, he took a deep breath, chest expanding until he couldn't hold a drop more air. Anna snorted and brushed her lips over his in a fleeting kiss that left him leaning forward, lips parted for more.

With a glint in her eye, she nuzzled down his chest as he tried to sit up, using the leverage of her larger body to keep him playfully in place. She teased her lips over his neck, brushing his Adam's apple, and he exhaled sharply, breath shaky even as he strove to drag it in. Against his will - for what his mind wanted surely conflicted with the desires of his heart - his cock rose in his undergarments, straining against his jeans as if to make his true intentions clear.

"Heavens...Anna..." Christian forced out, eyes half closed. "What are you doing to me..."

The question was not one that was meant to be answered and he curled his fingers around her foreleg, pressing his face to the inside of her fetlock, smooth and warm with life. The zebra tossed her head and grinned.

"We can stop if you want," she huffed, nibbling down his neck and chest, lips catching the buttons of his shirt. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do..." She paused, lips trembling. "But I want you. You and only you."

Christian shook his head, answering her with the crush of his lips against hers. His tongue flicked out against her lips and she welcomed him in, tongues dancing together in a flurry of passion. This time, he stripped himself of his shirt and tossed it on the floor, chest heaving as the mare pressed the flat of her forehead to his chest, warm breath curling over his abdomen. Christian's heart warmed, beating more quickly than ever. Everything felt right.

Turning her back on Christian, the mare lifted her tail, marehood winking, and moaned as she urinated, the stream splashing down into the carpet. He didn't notice his muzzle lengthening, pushing out from what had been his face, lips becoming softer and more pliable so that he could curl his upper one back. The half-human, half-equine groaned as sifted through Anna's scent, edging closer as his short tail flicked keenly over his backside. Even the muscles there were becoming firmer, rounder, rounding out his rear so that it looked more like Anna's, only in a strong, anthropomorphised form.

Taking in her scent, Christian inched closer, watching as the stream tapered off, though her tail remained as high as before. Showing off her sex, Anna snorted and winked, a slick drool of juices streaming from her marehood as it flexed and begged to be filled, udders swinging softly below. Her teats pulled down and he ached to wrap his fingers around them, sucking them deep into his new muzzle. Christian licked his lips, a broader, fleshier tongue flicking out, a meeker shade of pink than it had been before.

Even the little things were changing.

Running his hand down the flat of his muzzle, he was only able to marvel as he dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue eagerly to her sex. He moaned softly, thrusting his tongue in deep and flicking it over her clit as she shuddered. She tasted just as sweet as she had the first time they had been together. It didn't even matter that he was becoming an equine, he thought rashly. As long as he got to be with Anna, he'd go through anything.

The mare shook herself, lifting a hoof as he lavished attention upon her marehood, circling her clit slowly with his tongue. Anna grunted and pawed the carpet, scraping it up as she dug a furrow through it, grinding her rump back against Christian's face as he teased her. He lost track of time as cars zoomed by beneath their window, far enough away to not disturb their peace. Spreading her pulsing marehood apart with his fingertips, Christian moaned into her sex, curling his tongue up inside her. Neither cared about the fluids soaking into the carpet beneath them, scents and arousal clouding their minds so that nothing existed for them but one another.