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 Six
With work proceeding with surprising serenity, it looked like nothing could go wrong for the two of them besides the stares on the street. And Christian was getting used to even those as the days passed and the air grew crisper still, frost coating the grass in the mornings. Anna didn't like that, complaining that it made the grass taste funny, and insisted on eating out more often or warming herself in Christian's flat on the outskirts of the city. It was a bit of a commute to get there, but she said that it was worth it as long as he got to spend time with him. He only hoped he could live up to expectations.
Clip-clopping side by side, they chattered on their way to the shops, arguing playfully about who would cook that night. Due to the height and position of the kitchen units in Chris' flat, it was more difficult for her to take over the cooking entirely for an evening, although she enthusiastically 'helped' whenever able.
Pausing to cross the road to the supermarket, chain retail shops to his back, Christian admired the lights shimmering through Anna's mane, twinkling down her stripes as if she had become part of the life of the city itself. The good food and constant walking as she explored further and further afield - still disliking the underground - suited her to no end, coat gleaming with excellent health.
He drifted into his own world as they waited, wondering, as he often did, what their next day together would bring. So far, it was only good and he was even getting used to his new hooves. He frowned, thoughts ricocheting off in another direction even as he bent to kiss Anna on the lips, the filly giggling as they shared a sweet moment out in the open. He'd have to really impress her with dinner tonight. And what on earth could he get her for Christmas? His thoughts spiralled, her kiss fizzing on his lips.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
An all too familiar voice snapped Christian out of his blissful reverie and he groaned, fingers curling into a fist within his pocket.
Shit.
"Hi, Todd," Christian said, ears slipping back warily. "How's tricks?"
Scowling, the young man knocked away his offered paw with the back of his hand, glaring at Christian with the venom of a viper.
"I should have known..."
He shook his head, disgust lining the hard lines in his face. Christian set his jaw in return, stepping in front of Anna who pushed her nose into the small of his back.
"You should have known...what exactly..."
Todd laughed, though there was no humour in the sound.
"This!" He gestured at Christian and Anna with flailing arms, lips twisted viciously. "I thought in the coffee shop...but no, I didn't think you'd stoop so fucking low as to bed a fucking animal."
He looked Christian up and down, a sneer painted on his otherwise handsome face, contorting it into the grotesque. As handsome as he would have otherwise been, he could have been wearing a Halloween mask, so twisted was his expression.
"Jesus fucking Christ, man, were you so desperate to get your dick wet that you went for a fucking donkey?"
Anna stiffened and he pressed his palm into her neck, giving her the comfort through touch that he couldn't in the words trapped in his throat. Christian swallowed to no avail, glancing from left to right to take in the forming crowd. Why couldn't people leave well enough alone? He growled inwardly. How was he harming anyone else? What had he - or Anna - ever done to deserve this? His chest tightened.
"She's a zebra," he forced out, lifting a hoof, "and perhaps you haven't heard of a little thing called love?"
Todd widened his eyes incredulously and bellowed a laugh, slapping his thigh.
"Oh god, it's worse than I thought!"
He howled, bent over at the waist. Some of the spectators, wrapped up warm against the cold, even started to chuckle in awkward agreement. Christian leaned in closer to Anna, suddenly too hot in his oversized coat. He gripped her withers, fingers biting as they cut in. Although she winced, the zebra did not move away, leaning into his touch and lending him her strength.
"You think you can actually be in love with that thing?" Todd hissed, pointing at Anna, who stepped out from behind her partner with defiance shining in her eyes. "It's an animal! It doesn't have feelings!"
He brought his hand to his mouth as if holding back vomit.
"You're seriously sick, Christian, just what the fuck is wrong with you? I can't believe you and I were ever friends..." He shook his head. "How could you be into that crazy shit?"
His words degenerated into random, disconnected mumbling and he turned to his audience, spreading his arms wide to rally them in agreement. To Christian's dismay, as he found himself wordless under the barrage of abuse, He ran his paw down Anna's neck again and again, telling her with soft words that the others didn't matter. Although his voice was but a whisper, her laboured, heavy breaths calmed and she pressed her cheek into the curve of his palm, ears pricked. She was as alert and on edge as a zebra on the plains watching the slink of a lion through the long grass.
