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.
