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 Seven
For all the allure the city held, Anna was yet to experience a more remote side to the country Christian called home. He only thought it fitting that he whisk her away the very next weekend, taking a converted horse trailer, which allowed Anna to ride with only a half-barrier separating them, to the mountain ranges of Wales. Anna teased that he should ride in the back, as he looked so equine, and he countered that she would have to drive, if that was to be the case. She huffed and claimed that she would be perfectly capable of driving, if only she had a vehicle suitable for her to stand behind the wheel, all the while lipping his hair over the back of his seat.
Revelling in the countryside, she squealed and kicked up her heels as they explored the Brecon Beacons, climbing Pen Y Fan - a recommendation from Ammy - one afternoon and retreating to their converted stables (oddly appropriate) in the evening. Although the zebra was unused to climbing such steep slopes in the course of her daily life, Christian promised that there would be many more as they stood breathless on the edge of seemingly nowhere, looking down on the sweeping expanse of the Brecon Beacons. As they shared a kiss before the height marker, a watching group of hikers - geared to the ears in expensive kit - whooped and clapped, cheering for their love as if it was their own.
Anna, however pleased she was to hear the support, took the opportunity as Christian retied his new hoof-boots to turn her rump towards him, hidden from all eyes but his own. The stallion huffed and snorted as she winked brazenly, marehood tugging up in that familiar action that made his cock stir in his sheath. Groaning, he pressed his paw subtly over the growing bulge in his hiking trousers and stood as carefully as he could, forcing his upper lip to stay still. It quivered, yearning to sift through her scent on the air, and he cursed his body inwardly for being so susceptible to sexual persuasion.
The zebra mare, on the other hoof, had no problem at all with the state of his body and continued to flash him tantalising glimpses of her marehood all the way back down the mountain whenever nobody was there to observe. He was prancing on the spot and tossing his head by the time they reached the bottom, delving into the mist as he darted forward in its grey cocoon to press his lips to her marehood. Anna grunted and stomped, tail lashing the air as she shuddered to a quick, needy orgasm under his hasty attentions.
He clumsily cleaned up the creampie of her juices drooling deliciously from her pulsing sex with his sleeve, racing her back to their transport with giggles on their lips. It would have been obvious what they'd been up to if they'd paused to speak with anyone along the way, yet Christian made it back with his lungs burning. The thrill of giving his love pleasure out in the open sent an electric zing through his body and he clambered into the driver's seat with difficulty, adjusting the crotch of his trousers with a low groan.
Anna didn't help, teasing him with soft nudges of her nose and further winks from her glistening marehood as they returned to the cottage. Christian's hoof proved heavier on the pedal than usual and, making it back in record time, he had hours to tease Anna to quivering orgasm after orgasm. He spent himself inside his partner until the night grew old and his knees weak, falling into one another's embrace as dawn crested the mountains.
In the middle of nowhere, the cottage allowed them perfect solitude and had been converted with a low bed for a feral to sleep, if they wanted to use it. Although Anna preferred to sleep standing, if for longer periods of time, they utilised it for cuddling, limbs intertwined so that they could no longer tell where one of them began and the other ended.
Cradled in the crook of her forelegs, Christian sighed happily and nestled into her warmth, tail flicking. Everything had come right in the end, though he knew there would be many trials ahead for both of them. Together, however, he knew in his heart that they could face anything.
For the second day of their long weekend, he dug out a map from the supplies at the little stone cottage and took them along a route that he hoped - if he read the map correctly - would lead them into a small forest and a series of waterfalls. It had been a long time since he had seen the force of nature as explicitly as it could be viewed in a waterfall and Anna confessed that she was yet to enjoy one either. The waterfalls themselves proved to be a good, long hike away and both zebra and horse revelled in the opportunity to open their lungs once more and partake of the fresh, crisp air.
Christian paused on the edge of the forest, blinking in the suddenly bright light after the warming glow beneath the oaks. His tail flicked and he whinnied shrilly to anyone who cared to listen as the earth steamed with a light fog over rolling fields scattered with sheep.
"What a great view!" He exclaimed, putting the flat of his paw above his eyes as he scanned the landscape. "You can see for miles here, there's not a single soul around."
Anna chuckled and pushed the small of his back with her nose, huffing warm breath.
"You really think so?"
He tilted his head from side to side, considering as she giggled, long tail swishing in time with his own.
"It's not exactly tourist season and we're off the beaten path. I don't think we'd meet anyone out here." He grinned, turning to her. "Isn't that perfect?"
The zebra mare snorted and bobbed her head.
"Perfectly so for what I have planned."
"Huh?"
Christian shook his head as she backed him into the trees, ears down and eyes wide.
"What...are you doing?"
Anna shot him a cheeky look, tail flagged as she winked, neck arched to watch his reaction. Christian bit his lip and moaned as she backed up closer to him, ropey tail pushed well off to the side as a slick drool of her arousal streamed from her marehood like water. He bit the inside of his cheek, stepping back to keep an even distance between them, although every instinct in his body screamed to mount his mare.
Flicking her tail higher, Anna brayed, the sound shockingly loud in the still, chill air, and Christian groaned as his shaft slipped from his sheath, coming up against the barrier of his boxers. There could be no question as to her intent and he shook his head, striving and failing to look away.
"Anna," he breathed. "We can't, not out here!"
Even as he said the words, mouthing what he knew he was supposed to, he didn't really even believe himself. The mare tossed her head, marehood twitching with need that he knew could not be sated by tongue or fingers. Christian inhaled deeply, regretting it in the next instant as her scent flooded his nostrils, clouding his mind. His shaft throbbed.
"Why not?" She grinned. "You said it yourself - there's no one around. Not a soul for miles, you said!"
"But what if we are caught?"
"That won't happen."
Christian clapped his paw over his mouth to stifle his moan, eyes flicking back to the open space behind Anna. Anyone could walk up at any point - how would he know? He had a feeling that he would be too distracted to notice if the pope himself strode up and began preaching Mass! The mare, true to form, was not to be dissuaded and backed him up against an oak tree, hooves crunching over dry pine needles. With a neat flick of her head, she caught the zip of his jeans between her teeth and tugged it down, ripping loose the button. It was a move she had practiced since their first night together when she had ripped all the buttons off his shirt in her eagerness to be close to him and was a little too proud of the acquired skill.
Snorting, the stallion flicked his tail and leaned back, staring through the reaching branches above, which cut across the blue sky. High above, clouds scudded by, carried by a wind that did not touch his coat, but he had other things to think of as his zebra mare nuzzled his crotch. She tugged his boxers delicately down, teeth nipping his skin for only the briefest of instances, to free his shaft, immediately taking the swelling length between her lips. He rolled his head from left to right, struggling to contain the pleasure, as he panted, looking down at the long, sleek muzzle enveloping him, slipping easily past the half-formed flare. Her tongue curled around his shaft as she dove down hungrily and he stroked her ears, legs quivering as he thought only of staying upright. Had all their walking done something to his legs? Christian huffed and held on to the zebra as she bobbed her muzzle, tongue pressed up to the underside of his cock in just the way she knew he liked. He chanced a smile, lips parted in a rolling moan. The mare had gotten to know him as well as he hoped to know her.
Not to leave him outdone from a show while she made sure he was unable to slink bashfully away, Anna grunted and angled her body so that he at least was permitted some view of her winking marehood. The stream of fluids oozing from her sex grew by the second, a drool of sexual arousal that had him craning his neck and curling back his upper lip - anything to get a taste of that sweet marehood!
Knowing he was watching, Anna rolled her eyes back to look up at him, a sly glint - if there was ever not one - glimmering in her beautiful orbs. His heart skipped a beat and then all thoughts were driven from his mind as she suckled on his length, drawing moan after moan from his lips. Her marehood winked wantonly, demonstrating her need even as she pleasured him. Panting, Christian stroked her ears and neck, running his fingers through her mane, yet nothing could forestall the encroaching pleasure threatening to peak with greater urgency by the second.
