{"sf1_id":1665072,"sf2_id":"rn6B9gGn","title":"Its Okay to be Boring on Christmas (Updated 2021, 9671 words))","author":"Digiridoguy","words":10751,"posted_at":"2020-12-25T03:13:03.000Z","tags":["Bareback","Blowjob","Christmas","Creampie","Greentext","HMOFA","Heartbreak","Holidays","Horse","Human","Impregnation","Karoake","M/F","Male/Female","NSFW","Party","Rat","Size Difference","Squirting","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1665072-its-okay-to-be-boring-on-christmas-updated-2021-9671-words","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6B9gGn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c9/ab/c9abf12c-2bac-48dd-9688-f6ad864fa9e5","description":"Its Okay To Be Boring on Christmas   \n  \n2020 Newly Reworked and Updated Edition!   \n  \nBy Digiridoguy  \n  \nSummary: After having his heart broken, Anon makes a new friend. Or could she be something more?   \n  \nTags: [Greentext] [Human] [2nd Person] [Hmofa] [Horse] [Rat] [Karaoke] [Heartbreak] [Holidays] [Christmas] [Party] [Squirting] [NSFW] [Horse Pussy] [Vaginal] [Blowjob]  \n  \nWordcount: 8364","content":"Its Okay To Be Boring on Christmas\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;2021 better ending edition.\n\nBy Digiridoguy\n\nSummary: After having his heart broken, Anon makes a new friend. Or could she be something more?\u0026nbsp;\n\nTags: [Greentext] [Human] [2nd Person] [Hmofa]\u0026nbsp;[Horse] [Rat] [Karaoke] [Heartbreak] [Holidays] [Christmas] [Party] [Squirting] [NSFW] [Horse Pussy] [Vaginal] [Blowjob]\n\nWordcount: 9671\n\nCarnation drawing by: [https://twitter.com/Danonymous13](https://twitter.com/Danonymous13)\n\n\\\u003e You're Anon.\n\n\\\u003e 20 years old, six feet tall, and currently outside.\n\n\\\u003e Five stories up, sitting on the stairs of a fire escape.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A light snow falls as the party roars behind you.\n\n\\\u003e But all that hubbub is the last thing on your mind.\n\n\\\u003e You're nothing to brag about when it comes to looks.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You've been going to city university(™) for the last two months.\n\n\\\u003e You're aiming for a graphic design major, but your main goal in life is to get rich.\n\n\\\u003e It used to be “find a girl and get married.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Then you found a girl.\n\n\\\u003e You remember when you met her.\n\n\\\u003e The end of your first day at university.\n\n\\\u003e You were exiting the science building to the wind howling.\n\n\\\u003e Just a brief squall to cap off the day.\n\n\\\u003e Back then, it was early enough in autumn for the falling branches to still bare leaves.\n\n\\\u003e Under a particular branch you found a sketchbook.\n\n\\\u003e It was labelled “Petunia A. Roth.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And came with a dorm number.\n\n\\\u003e You contemplated just dropping the sketchbook at lost and found.\n\n\\\u003e Your roommate Charles, however, insisted you go and find her.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;(\\\u003e Currently, he's inside.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \\\u003e Puking into a santa-shaped punch bowl.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \\\u003e Dumb bastard.)\n\n\\\u003e So you went in search of Petunia.\n\n\\\u003e The dorm was located in the senior wing.\n\n\\\u003e The darkest portion of the compound, it seems.\n\n\\\u003e Down the shag-carpet floored hallway you walked, floorboards creaking underneath.\n\n\\\u003e Until finally you reached her bedroom.\n\n\\\u003e Room 314.\n\n\\\u003e And you knocked on the door.\n\n\\\u003e And you sheepishly looked away as the door hinges squealed.\n\n\\\u003e You held the sketchbook out to whoever was standing at the door.\n\n\\\u003e Any other unlucky idiot and you'd be handing the sketchbook to the wrong person.\n\n\\\u003e Luckily, Petunia Roth was the one to open the door.\n\n\\\u003e And the first thing you noticed was the lush green of her big eyes.\n\n\\\u003e And that pair of large incisors.\n\n\\\u003e Your thoughts of the past are interrupted by what sounds like a cacophony of Christmas bells behind you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You glance over your shoulder.\n\n\\\u003e You can't see anything through the holiday sticker-covered door.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You realize that it'd be best if you quit moping and call a cab.\n\n\\\u003e So you reach down and grab your phone from your pocket.\n\n\\\u003e But your hand slips.\n\n\\\u003e Your phone falls.\n\n\\\u003e It could've gone perfectly through the fire escape's grating.\n\n\\\u003e Tumble down three floors.\n\n\\\u003e Crack and smash against nooks and crannies.\n\n\\\u003e Until finally shattering in a million pieces on the last stair.\n\n\\\u003e But instead, your phone lands on its back, not slipping through the cracks.\n\n\\\u003e Crisis averted.\n\n\\\u003e You pick up your phone as once again Christmas bells are jingling.\n\n\\\u003e And then something sharp jabs your kidney.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And you jolt forward, flinging your phone over the railing and into the abyss below.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e As you look over the railing in search of your phone, you don't notice the sound of someone crying.\n\n\\\u003e A shadow creeps over you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The galvanized metal floor clanks with heavy footsteps.\n\n\\\u003e Angry, you look over your shoulder, ready to hurl insults.\n\n\\\u003e You bite your tongue as you try to make sense of what you're looking at.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e It looks to be a giant black mop with legs.\n\n\\\u003e Big, fluffy, white-furred legs.\n\n\\\u003e Wrapped in ribbons and bells.\n\n\\\u003e Sniffling, coughing and …\n\n\\\u003e Whinnying?\n\n\\\u003e You realize your looking at the khaki-covered ass of an anthro horse.\n\n\\\u003e Your eyes turn skywards, but you don't see the back of her head.\n\n\\\u003e She's hunched over the railing to the right of the door.\n\n\\\u003e Facing away from you.\n\n\\\u003e She must've noticed you.\n\n\\\u003e In which case, did she purposely mean to jab you with the door?\n\n\\\u003e You stand up and turn around, raising an arm.\n\n\\\u003e A cold gust blows.\n\n\\\u003e You realize she's taller than you by a foot.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Far off in the distance, a car engine roars.\n\n\\\u003e Reflexively you twitch to the sound, touching her shoulder.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The sniffling stops.\n\n\\\u003e You vaguely remember Petunia (or one of her friends) gossiping about some potheaded horse once or twice.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Something along the lines of “Cranny\" or “Carny\", you fuzzily remember.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Excuse me!\" You grunt.\n\n\\\u003e That came off...\n\n\\\u003e Too polite.\n\n\\\u003e “Oh\" she sniffles.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Sorry.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You grumble something along the lines of “you better be\" before looking over the railing at the shattered remains of your phone.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Having gone through enough anger this night, you skipped bargaining and went straight to a depressive acceptance.\n\n\\\u003e Your phone was destroyed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Now you have no choice but to seek a ride from another party goer.\n\n\\\u003e Looking behind you, the equine lady was out of place.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She breathed erratically, eyes red with tears.\n\n\\\u003e And she was shivering, which further caused he bells to go a ting-ting tingling.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Then you realize why.\n\n\\\u003e She didn't have any pants.\n\n\\\u003e Just a pair of shorts beneath her red sweater.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And no ankle warmers either, just red ribbons tied in bows around her ankles.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And bells.\n\n\\\u003e At least she has big thighs.\n\n\\\u003e Then, as you look her over, your eyes meet.\n\n\\\u003e The bell-tingling stops.\n\n\\\u003e She seems to stop crying as well.\n\n\\\u003e There would be an awkward silence if it weren't for the fact the party still sounded in the background.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Eventually, she decides to speak first.\n\n\\\u003e “Does this staircase have room for one more?\"\n\n\\\u003e You blink, and then having finally understood what she meant, you slide over.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Thanks\" she says, jingling as she squeezes between you and the railing.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Silence once more.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You're the one to break it this time.\n\n“Is it smart to be sitting on these cold stairs without any pants?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You use this inquiry as a reason to look her over once more.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “No. But I didn't think I'd be outside tonight.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She wipes mascara off with her sleeve.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Or be single.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Tell me about it.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She looks at you with a smirk. “Really?\"\n\n“It's just a saying.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You were curious, admittedly, but really weren't in that much of a mood to talk about relationships.\n\n\\\u003e She blows air out of her nose and looks around.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Yeah, I guess it isn't very polite to dump my...uh…\"\n\n\\\u003e She waves her hand around before slapping her knee.\n\n\\\u003e Jingle.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “'relationship drama' on you without even knowing your name.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e “Nice to meet you anon. I'm-\"\n\n“Carny?\"\n\n\\\u003e Her bells ring as she's taken back by your interruption.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Quickly composing herself she coughs a “yeah\" before looking away.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Oh great.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Your conscience chimes in.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e In an attempt to not seem like an asshole, you apologize profusely.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Its okay. My real name's Carnation.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She scratches the back of her neck.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Carny is the nickname he gave me.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Your boyfriend?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She wipes her tear-soaked cheek with a wrist tuft.\n\n\\\u003e “My ex.\"\n\n\\\u003e Sighing, you decide to bite the bait.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e After all, maybe after listening to her pity party she'll give you a ride.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“What'd he do?\" you sigh.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Dumped me.\"\n\n\\\u003e She angrily states.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Then, with a deep breath; “He-he said I was 'too eccentric.'\"\n\n\\\u003e To the sound of a belltower collapsing she raises.\n\n\\\u003e “What the fuck does that even mean? Is there something wrong with grabbing life by the balls?\"\n\n\\\u003e She's asking how her boyfriend would call her eccentric, when she's spouting quotes like that?\n\n\\\u003e Emotionally exhausted, the horse girl quickly sits back down and begins crying again.\n\n\\\u003e You pat her on the shoulder, but she hugs you close.\n\n\\\u003e With every sob into your bare neck she jingle-jangles some more.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Maybe you should ask her to take off the bells.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e It takes a while for to compose herself.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e When she's back to sniffling like before, she clears her throat.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Alright, enough of my uh...\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She wipes her eyes and looks at you, attempting a heartwarming smile.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e “Problems...why're you out here, anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e Looking into the blue pupils of this equine dame, you consider bullshitting some reason for your isolation.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Saying something Like “social anxiety\" or “too many teenie weenies.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But fuck it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e If she's like any other girl, she'll listen to your story, pretend to give a fuck, offer some minimalistic form of consolidation and then maybe a ride if she's feeling extra kind.\n\n\\\u003e You straighten the collar of your coat, lean against the fire escape railing, and just start talking.\n\n\\\u003e It was weeks ago.\n\n\\\u003e \"Alpha Poliorcetes is having a Christmas party and it just so happens someone wants you there.\"\n\n\"What do you mean by that, Charles?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You were sorting papers on your desk when Charles started talking.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he replied.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Petunia Roth.\"\n\n\\\u003e Your heart stopped.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Friends wit' my girl.\"\n\n\\\u003e Oh god.\n\n\\\u003e \"Asked me about you.\"\n\n\\\u003e Ohhh fuck.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"You haven't talked to her since you know you did that good deed and did a 360 without getting properly acquainted.\n\n\\\u003e You drop a pile of notes and smack your forehead.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"But dont worry, Charlie's got you a date.\"\n\n\"A frat party was your first choice for a date?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Charles tisked a toothy smile.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"S'where I met mine. Plus -its Christmas, man. You can't just go home with the only woman in your life being your freaking mom.\"\n\n\\\u003e He waltzed over to the little bathroom you shared and checked himself in the mirror.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"You aint gonna learn about that girl from being in the library all the time.\"\n\n\\\u003e You were embarrassed by him mentioning the library so much he had to repeat the next question twice.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"So, you in or nah?\"\n\n\\\u003e Truth be told, you were desperate for female attention.\n\n\\\u003e So maybe this was a chance to finally get a Petunia.\n\n\\\u003e But you had one thought on your mind.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It depends on when the party is.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"If I tell you, you better not skip out on talking to her, alright?\"\n\n\\\u003e You rolled your eyes at him, but gave a \"yes\" nod.\n\n\\\u003e \"Its on Christmas Eve.\"\n\n\\\u003e Carny interrupts your story with a whisper.\n\n\\\u003e \"What did your friend mean by that?\"\n\n\"By what?\"\n\n\\\u003e \"About the library?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I went to the library a lot.\" You reply.\n\n\\\u003e \"And did you meet her there?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The horse girl turns her head, wide eyed like a curious long-faced puppy.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"She did go there occasionally, but I didn't talk to her.\"\n\n\\\u003e Her gaze remains vigilant.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I studied important stuff.\"\n\n\\\u003e Her eyes are matched by an innocent smile.\n\n\\\u003e She knew you were holding back on information.\n\n\\\u003e And you were.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Like Lucanthropology.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You realize she probably didn't know what that word meant.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Its the study of Anthros.\"\n\n\\\u003e Ding a ling.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Now her smile widens into a shit eating grin.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"You looking for a Tiger trooper, anon?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Oh now you've said too much.\n\n\\\u003e You sniff and drag a finger across your lip like in one of those animes.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\\\u003e Carny takes a step forward, the loud clop against metal echoing with the chime of her bells.\n\n\\\u003e You twitch, nervous as the seven foot tall horse girl leans forward until her eyes are on level with yours.\n\n\\\u003e Crossing her arms against her sweater-covered chest, emphasizing her breasts even more, she snorted.\n\n\\\u003e \"Continue your story.\"\n\n\\\u003e Jump to today, Christmas Eve.\n\n\\\u003e An hour or more before you found yourself standing on that fire escape.\n\n\\\u003e Charles had arrived to pick you up 20 minutes late.\n\n\\\u003e His girl's car was a small VW Beetle, and from window to window you could see it was already packed.\n\n\\\u003e An alligator anthro with big pink lips drove, drapped in six puffy winter coats.\n\n\\\u003e A human-mongoose couple were making out in the passenger side.\n\n\\\u003e Charles was against the rear window, his girl next to him in the middle.\n\n\\\u003e On the other side of the car, farthest from you, was Petunia.\n\n\\\u003e As you stepped into the cramped (And hot, the AC was roaring inside) automobile, you butted snow-coat covered shoulders with Charles.\n\n\\\u003e \"Sorry bud. Last minute transportation change.\" whispered your roommate.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You nodded, then looked to Petunia, staring out the window in annoyance.\n\n\\\u003e Again Charles chimed in, in an even lower voice. \"Its her car.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Oh.\n\n\\\u003e Over the radio crackled Chuck Berry's \"Run Run Rudolph\".\n\n\\\u003e A hard smack from a scaled hand and the static dissipates.\n\n\\\u003e Sounding from the front, past the custom leather seats, popped and smacked the hmofa couple as they made out.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e To your left, Charles and his girl idly chit chatted.\n\n\\\u003e Petunia said nothing.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You leaned forward, trying for a better chance to see her, and maybe come up with something to talk about.\n\n\\\u003e She glanced your ways.\n\n\\\u003e No words left her lips.\n\n\\\u003e You gave a little wave.\n\n\\\u003e She waved back.\n\n\\\u003e You said hi.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She gave no reply.\n\n\\\u003e Everyone must have noticed because even the radio was turned down.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Still silent, she leaned back into her seat and sighed\n\n\\\u003e Then everyone else went back to what they were doing before.\n\n\\\u003e You pantomimed her action, and stared out the window as the car continued downtown.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Passing brilliantly decorated streetlamps, snaked with red and green Christmas lights on every boulevard and block.\n\n\\\u003e At least the city had holiday cheer.\n\n\\\u003e The beetle stopped before an apartment complex, a banner draped over its entrance; \"Merry Christmas.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The alligator drivers\u0026nbsp; tries to look over her shoulder and speak, though the six winter coats Draped over her shoulder muffled her words.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"We're here.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Doors fly open and your standing in the cold on the sidewalk, watching Petunia speed plod around the car trunk to the apartment stairs and through the entrance.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Charles, his Girl and the other couple are rushing after her.\n\n\\\u003e As you trail behind your roommate shoots off some reassurance.\n\n\\\u003e \"Listen, we get in there. We warm up with some drinks. She'll open up to you. She'll be your gal. Alright?. Things'll be good. She's just in a mood. Things will be fine.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Things will be fine.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"But things weren't fine, were they?\"\n\n\\\u003e Jingle Jangle\n\n\\\u003e Goddamn were those things getting annoying.\n\n\\\u003e Carny was now next to you, leaning over the fire escape.\n\n\\\u003e Staring at the sky as snow continued to fall.\n\n\\\u003e It was cute how a little pile of snow gathered at the edge of her nose.\n\n\\\u003e She noticed, and her wunderlust eyes flashed into a semi-serious scowl.\n\n\\\u003e Then she knocked the snow off her nose and returned to that innocent stare up into space.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Ahem.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Things didn't turn out fine.\"\n\n\\\u003e Before you can continue to speak, she butts in.\n\n\\\u003e \"I'm not trying to be rude...\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Now her eyes were closed, muzzling facing the alley below in a sad demeanor.\n\n\\\u003e \"You describe a lot of pointless details. Can you just tell me how she broke your heart?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The nerve of this oversized pony!\n\n\\\u003e For a second you thought about just walking off.\n\n\\\u003e Maybe taking the fire escape stairs and ladders.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Then again you wouldn't care if you had to encounter your friends inside.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And Petunia.\n\n\\\u003e Taking a deep breath, frost blinds your face.\n\n\\\u003e Shit, it was getting cold out here.\n\n\\\u003e Jing-Jing-Jing-Jing-Jangle\n\n\\\u003e You notice that while she was steel bent over the railing, Carny's knees were shaking.\n\n\\\u003e Oh god.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Of course she wants you to hurry up.\n\n\\\u003e She's getting cold while you talk.\n\n\\\u003e She's been cold since she first came out here, wasn't she?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You suck up your pride, sigh, and speak frankly.\n\n\"Charles said his roommate wasn't me but another guy that Petunia liked. Petunia learned the truth, but let me get in her car and be driven here anyway. Only so, in person, she could say she didn't like me.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You punctuate your explanation with a shrug.\n\n\"Because I was boring.\"\n\n\\\u003e It's time you get over your pity party any way and move on.\n\n\\\u003e Pulling your hands out of your pockets you go for the door handle.\n\n\\\u003e \"Whatchya doing?\"\n\n\\\u003e The handle is frozen, and ice crystals crinkle to the ground as you jiggle it.\n\n\\\u003e You speak over your shoulder as you fail to work the door free.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Going inside.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You point at her knees.\n\n\"Your freezing listening to me talk.\"\n\n\\\u003e Jingle\n\n\\\u003e \"Whaaaat?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Jangle\n\n\\\u003e Carny has puppy eyes again, though this naievete might be genuine.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Again you point at her knees.\n\n\"Your knees are shivvering. That's a sign your muscles are working to stay warm.\"\n\n\\\u003e She whinnies and chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e \"My knees are fine! I just don't sit still w-\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Wah-achoo!\"\n\n\\\u003e Jingle Jangle!\n\n\\\u003e You duck towards the door as her equine nostrils flare.\n\n\\\u003e Yeah, its best to get her out of the cold now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But the handle still wont budge.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Banging against the glass door, you try to get the attention of someone inside.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"I dont mind the cold.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carny says nasally as she wipes her nose with a sweater sleeve decorated in little elves.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Inside, 'rocking around the Christmas tree\" reverbed louder and louder.\n\n\\\u003e No wonder you can't be heard.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Sighing, you face the horse girl and continue the conversation.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So why did you ask me to hurry up with my story?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e With a deep breath, Carny gets off the railing and stretches an arm to the sky.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e After a few pops, sighs, and bell jingles, she slings an arm over your shoulder.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"So we can enjoy Christmas eve.\"\n\n\\\u003e Through your gortex jacket, her hoof capped fingers crush your bicep.\n\n\\\u003e\"It only comes once a year! You wouldn't want to wasted it moping about do you?\"\n\n\\\u003e Something about her throbs in your heart.\n\n\\\u003e Was it the kindness in her words?\n\n\\\u003e The dumb toothy grin plastered across her face?\n\n\\\u003e Or the tiny icicles knotted and locked around her hair and cheeks.\n\n\\\u003e The snow flurries worsened as the wind picked up and howled.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You try to talk to Carny, but she doesn't respond.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e On your tip toes (with a little blush) you yell.\n\n\"I WOULDNT WANT TO FREEZE ON CHRISTMAS EITHER.\"\n\n\\\u003e The horse girls ear's twitched and fluttered.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"WHAT?\"\n\n\\\u003e Point at the door.\n\n\"DOOR STUCK.\"\n\n\\\u003e She understands that.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"OKAY!\"\n\n\\\u003e Gently shoving you aside she grabs the handle and grunts.\n\n\\\u003e POP.\n\n\\\u003e Jingle.\n\n\\\u003e Ice cracks off the edges of the door.\n\n\\\u003e The crisp reverbing voice of Frank Sinatra fills the night air.\n\n\\\u003e Carny takes a step to the right (Jangle) and makes a \" after you \" motion.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You're both inside within a moments notice.\n\n\\\u003e The fire escape you exited through was in the Fraternity's top floor kitchen.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Intercome speakers overhead blared music a dj worked on the first floor.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The heat of the fraternity ovens all around makes your cheeks chap.\n\n\\\u003e Grabbing a cookie sheet off the counter you blow your nose.\n\n\\\u003e Nostrils clear, peppermint eminates from the ovens around you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You offer a clean wax paper cooking sheet to your equine muscle.\n\n\\\u003e She waves off your offer.\n\n\\\u003e \"you...could've...used...a...paper...towel...\"\n\n\\\u003e She said, struggling to breath between each word.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Was she wheezing?\n\n\"Are you okay?\"\n\n\\\u003e Jingle-Jangle\n\n\\\u003e The horse girl leans forward, hands on her knees.\n\n\\\u003e Not trying to talk to you but just struggling that much to breath.\n\n\\\u003e \"Im... fine...\"\n\n\\\u003e She points to herself.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Asthma.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Thats it.\n\n\\\u003e No more mr mopey Anon.\n\n\\\u003e While she was vulnerable, you hug Carny.\n\n\\\u003e In the tightest squeeze possible.\n\n\\\u003e You feel the cold of her nose against your forehead.\n\n\\\u003e And...snot.\n\n\\\u003e She takes a deep breath.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And a few more just for good measure.\n\n\\\u003e Jingling with each breath, of course.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Her back straightens as she inhales your widows peak.\n\n\\\u003e Now standing upright, the horse woman's breasts were just below your chin.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And then she hugs you back.\n\n\\\u003e you're lifted half a foot off the tile flooring as the equine lady speaks rapidly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Ohmyfuckingodiamsocolditfeelsogoodtobehereandnotsadbecausenownot thatiaintstillalitlesadbutitfeelsgoodtobesharingmiserywithsomeonelsenotsayingyou'remiserableithinkyouresweetlikethesmelloftheseovens.\"\n\n\\\u003e Jingle Jangle her chest falls as she exhausts her oxygen supply.\n\n\\\u003e Deep breath.\n\n\\\u003e Then she chuffs.\n\n\\\u003e \"Oh god I'm sorry.\"\n\n\\\u003e Your boots smack against the kitchen tiles.\n\n\\\u003e Embracing you no more, Carny turns around and with a paper towel wipes your forehead.\n\n\\\u003e \"Sorry...\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You chuckle.\n\n\"I've heard of lean on me but never sneeze on me.\"\n\n\\\u003e She gives a hearty laugh, bells ringing with each rise of her chest.\n\n\\\u003e When both of you are done laughing, Carny holds a hoof-tipped finger to your lips.\n\n\\\u003e \"I need to go make a phone call. \"\n\n\\\u003e \"Meet me on the first floor, by that karaoke stage they set up.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Bells and hoof-clops sound throughought the kitchen as she runs to the exit.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Just as she turns the corner you yell.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So are we enjoying Christmas Eve together?\"\n\n\\\u003e Over the booms and jangles you think you hear a muttled \"yes.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And so you were alone in the Alpha Poliorcetes Kitchen.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Great.\n\n\\\u003e The fact she just left you to make a phone call, and not bring you along?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You're uncomfortable.\n\n\\\u003e The fact you're supposed to trust her to meet you at the karaoke stage?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The stage where you last saw your roommate and Petunia?\n\n\\\u003e You're hurt.\n\n\\\u003e If she doesn't show up you'll just look like a desperate loser.\n\n\\\u003e Then again you coming here was proof enough of that.\n\n\\\u003e Behind you a microwave timer dings.\n\n\\\u003e If someone comes here looking for the cookies it'll just be a chance for more awkward self pity.\n\n\\\u003e Fuck it, might as well go to the karaoke stage.\n\n\\\u003e Say goodbye to Charles and hoof it home.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e MAYBE get a ride.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Maybe see Carny again...\n\n\\\u003e Doubt is all in your mind as you leave the kitchen for the stairs.\n\n\\\u003e The Alpha Poliorcetes apartment complex used to be a free mason meeting zone before being purchased years ago.\n\n\\\u003e So the stairs are draped in faded yellow smelly carpets over dusty scratched maple.\n\n\\\u003e Several floors of Christmas posters and wreaths later, you reach the first floor's foyer.\n\n\\\u003e Surrounding a massive Christmas tree were an avalanche of college students.\n\n\\\u003e Not that you recognized anyone.\n\n\\\u003e You were a loner after all.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A skip and a hop past the end of the stairs was the exit.\n\n\\\u003e A \"And a happy new year!\" banner hung above it.\n\n\\\u003e If you wanted to leave, this would be your best chance.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Ten minutes was what it took to drive here, so maybe a half an hour walk to your dorms?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The cold wouldn't be an issue.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You were perfectly dressed for the outside.\n\n\\\u003e In fact, being inside was making you sweat.\n\n\\\u003e Another thing to make this place uncomfortable.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Odds aren't in your thick-flanked favor, Con Carne...\n\n\\\u003e Well then just go find Charles and say goodbye.\n\n\\\u003e Moving through the storm of drunk and tipsy twenty-year-olds, you pass through the wide doorframe of the foyer into the living room.\n\n\\\u003e A foot off the top of your head, nailed to the frame, A television.\n\n\\\u003e While ahead, stood Karoake stage.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Its nothing more than an elevated platform, ten by ten feet.\n\n\\\u003e On its every corner , surround sounds of all shapes and sizes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e At the forefront, two mic stands, one of them empty.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Currently its Microphone was in the mouth of a giraffe anthro.\n\n\\\u003e Slobbishly trying to sing to that one song about the italian Christmas donkey.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e To the right of the stage, a row of punches and eggnogs on a table.\n\n\\\u003e All prepared wonderfully by the various wannabe bartenders of the fraternity.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Including the same bowl Charles had been puking into what?\n\n\\\u003e Twenty minutes ago?\n\n\\\u003e They still didnt replace it?\n\n\"Drunken dumbasses.\" You whisper.\n\n\\\u003e Well if the green bowl is still there Charles can't be far.\n\n\\\u003e To the stage's right, snaked the karoake line.\n\n\\\u003e You figure he's drunk enough to try, he might be in the middle of that group somewhere.\n\n\\\u003e Piss drunk and just plain pissed off faces greet you as you walk up and down and around the group.\n\n\\\u003e Charle's freckled face is nowhere to be seen.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Just then, the giraffe steps off.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And you see behind her comes Charles.\n\n\"Hey!\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Ay buddy whatup mang?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e He offers you a handshake, nearly tumbling head first over the platform.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Waving him off would probably make him fall over.\n\n\\\u003e So you jump on stage to tell him your goodbyes.\n\n\\\u003e But your roommate hugs you and grabs the mic.\n\n\\\u003e \"Swee mang i need help\"\n\n\"Yeah man you don't need to tell me.\"\n\n\\\u003e \"You gotta sing with me man.\"\n\n\"Dude I'm leaving.\"\n\n\\\u003e The drunken fool looks ready to cry.\n\n\\\u003e \"No mang you gotta stick with me mang. Rachel left me mang and I gotta get this sadness out!\"\n\n\\\u003e He stabs your neck with a finger.\n\n\\\u003e \"OUT!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Below a crowd starts to gather.\n\n\\\u003e \"Are you going to sing or nah?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Says some bulky football player yells.\n\n\\\u003e \"Other people are waiting!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Your arms are raised in defense but Charles takes this opportunity to shove a microphone into your face.\n\n\\\u003e \"You gotta sing mang. Just this one time, mang.\"\n\n\\\u003e You take the mic and shoot him the hairy eyeball.\n\n\\\u003e He can barely hold the mic up to his face.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Tears are crowding his eyes.\n\n\\\u003e Christ, the two of you were gonna be bitching about bitches after tonight.\n\n\\\u003e Fine.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You face the crowd, but before you look at the television lyrics you whisper Charles a question.\n\n\"Whats the song?\"\n\n\\\u003e \"A've yourself a merry chestmis.\"\n\n\"Ah.\"\n\n\\\u003e Now looking at the television, regret and butterflies fill your stomach.\n\n\\\u003e Somewhere, someone with a remote pressed play.\n\n\\\u003e 'Have yourself a Merry Christmas. B. Crosby.' lights up the LCD display.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You hear The flutes, the xylophone, you think a brass instrument, and then...\n\n\"Have yourself, a merry little Christmas.\"\n\n\"Let yourself be light.\"\n\n\"From now on our troubles will be out of sight.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Charles is absolutely not pulling his weight at the moment.\n\n\\\u003e Its like he's trying to beat that giraffe from earlier at who can get more drool on the microphone.\n\n\\\u003e The good news is no one can hear your terrible singing.\n\n\\\u003e The bad news is you think these frat kids aren't going to politely tell you off.\n\n\\\u003e Time to sing like its fucking America's Got Talent.\n\n\\\u003e On the back of violins in comes the next stanza.\n\n\"Have yourself, a merry little Christmas\"\n\n\"Make the yuletide gay\"\n\n\"From now on our troubles will be miles away\"\n\n\\\u003e You see her in the corner of your eye.\n\n\\\u003e Petunia Roth is the one working the remote for the Karaoke Television.\n\n\\\u003e She looks disgusted.\n\n\\\u003e And Disgusting.\n\n\\\u003e You found her attractive?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Here we are as in olden days\"\n\n\"Happy Golden days of yore\"\n\n\"Faithful friends who are dear to us\"\n\n\"Gather near to us once more.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Oh shit Charles is slurring worse.\n\n\\\u003e He's about to collapse!\n\n\\\u003e How many punch bowls did he drink?\n\n\\\u003e Oh god you're gonna be left alone singing up here like an idiot.\n\n\\\u003e Or worse.\n\n\\\u003e Thrown the fuck off because you aren't singing like an idiot.\n\n\"Through the years, we all will be together\"\n\n\"If the fates allow\"\n\n\"Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow\"\n\n\"So have yourself a merry little Christmas now\"\n\n\\\u003e Charles is off the stage.\n\n\\\u003e You didn't even see him fall, just hear a dull thud somewhere.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You are alone.\n\n\\\u003e Your eyes are burning into the television.\n\n\\\u003e Your throat is dry, no music leaving your windpipe.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A shadow falls over you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The xylophones swing into what would be in the recorded version a repeat of the last stanza.\n\n\"Here we are as in olden days\"\n\n\"Happy Golden days of yore\"\n\n\"Faithful friends who are dear to us\"\n\n\"Gather near to us once more.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e In the recorded version this repeated stanza is sung by a chorus.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Currently, its being sung by an oddly beautiful female voice.\n\n\\\u003e Your eyes finally leave the television set.\n\n\\\u003e To look to your left.\n\n\\\u003e Your \"chorus\" is none other than that giant Clydesdale horse you met upstairs.\n\n\\\u003e Carny.\n\n\\\u003e No.\n\n\\\u003e Carnation.\n\n\"Through the years, we all will be together\"\n\n\\\u003e Her beautiful mane bouncing as she moves her head.\n\n\\\u003e Eyes closed in confidence as the song leaps from her mouth into the air.\n\n\\\u003e Her black-furred legs no longer confined in ribbons and bells.\n\n\\\u003e She's oddly stealthy without them on.\n\n\\\u003e She would do this for you?\n\n\\\u003e You suck up your stage fright.\n\n\\\u003e Stumbling, you sing along her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"If the fates allow!\"\n\n\"Hang a shining star from the highest bough!\"\n\n\"And have yourself...\"\n\n\\\u003e Turning away from the Television, your eyes' meet Carnation's.\n\n\\\u003e Together, you sing that last line.\n\n\"A merry...\"\n\n\"little christmas...\"\n\n\"Nowwwww....\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The horns sound.\n\n\\\u003e The triangle rings.\n\n\\\u003e And the song ends.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Silence.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And then the crowd roars.\n\n\\\u003e Thunderous applause fills the air.\n\n\\\u003e It seems your duet attracted a lot of attention.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e What's that in the corner of your eye?\n\n\\\u003e A jealous Petunia Roth?\n\n\\\u003e Gossiping with that mongoose and crocodile?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Maybe she doesn't think you're boring after all.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But what Petunia Roth thinks?\n\n\\\u003e Doesn't matter.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Who actually thought about you was that giant, friendly Clydesdale.\n\n\\\u003e Still meeting your gaze with her beautiful blue eyes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Carnation.\"\n\n\\\u003e You muttered, anxious.\n\n\\\u003e Around the stage the crowd had started to chant.\n\n\\\u003e \"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!\"\n\n\\\u003e But you only heard her words.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Merry Christmas, Anon.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Before her lips locked with yours.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Gingerbread.\n\n\\\u003e That's what you taste on her lips.\n\n\\\u003e A flavor that you hope to taste more in the future.\n\n\\\u003e And god willing, never grow tired of.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You don't bother to pull back.\n\n\\\u003e Waiting, instead, for her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e It feels like hours.\n\n\\\u003e When she finally pulls back, you take a deep breath.\n\n\\\u003e Opening your eyes to gaze into her fluffy white muzzle.\n\n\\\u003e And see the reflection of police lights in her fur.\n\n\\\u003e \"Oh hey, my rides here.\" your equine heartthrob chimed.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\\\u003e She replies but someone in the crowd screams.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Panic fills the air.\n\n\\\u003e As you drop the mic and start for the exit, your arm is grabbed by Carnation.\n\n\\\u003e \"Hey, we should give that guy a hand.\"\n\n\\\u003e She's pointing at Charles.\n\n\\\u003e Shit, she's right.\n\n\\\u003e Charles did fuck up but he was only trying to get you a gf.\n\n\\\u003e I guess in a way he is responsible for you meeting this horse gal.\n\n\\\u003e As you get off the platform you haul the freckled bastard to his feet.\n\n\\\u003e More lights in the front of the house.\n\n\\\u003e Like three cruisers' worth.\n\n\\\u003e Partygoers start to push for stage.\n\n\\\u003e Screaming, Shushing.\n\n\\\u003e Tables breaking and closets being emptied as people duck and cover.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The weather was getting pretty bad, this party must've really fucked up if they're here.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Shit Charles is heavy.\n\n\\\u003e Where in hell is there an exit without the police?\n\n\\\u003e As panic fills your mind, suddenly Charles has gotten lighter.\n\n\\\u003e Carnation picks him up in a fireman's carry and starts for the front door.\n\n\\\u003e Right into the arms of two police officers.\n\n\"WHAT THE HELL!\"\n\n\\\u003e You start for the nearest cop.\n\n\\\u003e You weren't going to hurt him but fuck someone's got to at least talk to them.\n\n\\\u003e Maybe you can get out this situation with words.\n\n\\\u003e You skid to a stop in front of a particularly tall looking fellow.\n\n\\\u003e A horse anthro?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But in a ski mask and police suit.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Officer, I can explain.\"\n\n\\\u003e You show your hands to better get your point across.\n\n\\\u003e And receive a fist to the face.\n\n\\\u003e Your head hits the ground.\n\n\\\u003e Darkness.\n\n\\\u003e You hear, among various deep voices, that ecstatic horse lady's.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Someone drags you from the wooden floors of the house to the cold concrete outside.\n\n\\\u003e For a moment your just there, snowfall against your face, and then you hear a car door open.\n\n\\\u003e Then you open your eyes.\n\n\\\u003e You're in the back of a police car.\n\n\\\u003e A big suv, tall enough for a horse anthro.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Leather seats behind you.\n\n\\\u003e Plastic dividing wall ahead.\n\n\\\u003e There's a viewport for the driver and passenger to talk to you but its closed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Charles is already here.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e He's positioned awkwardly but alive.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Snoring blissfully.\n\n\\\u003e Jealousy would be your current emotion if it weren't pants-shitting freight.\n\n\\\u003e You can't be arrested now!\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Things were going so good!\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Hopefully carnation is being treated well.\n\n\\\u003e She's so big they probably have her handcuffed somewhere.\n\n\\\u003e Would you risk a lot to save this kind woman?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You only just met her, would you take a felony for her?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e On fucking Christmas, no less?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The engines of the car roar to life.\n\n\\\u003e That was before the driverss and passenger doors open.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Automatic start?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e In seconds the car is moving.\n\n\\\u003e Through the rear windshield you see the other two cruisers follow.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Fuck, were you the only one they wanted?\n\n\\\u003e Or were they after Carnation?\n\n\\\u003e What did she do...?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The ac whooshes to life, filling the cabin with hot air.\n\n\\\u003e Through the plastic you can make out some shadows.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You see the passenger reach over and touch something on the dashboard.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Jackson five christmas music blares through the surround sound.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Hold on, what?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The viewport slides open\n\n\\\u003e Revealing a familiar long face.\n\n\\\u003e \"Are you okay Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e Again Carnation leaves you without words.\n\n\\\u003e The driver pipes up in a husky voice.\n\n\\\u003e \"You better speak when you are spoken to.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm okay!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She smacks the shoulder of the driving police officer.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"I'm so sorry Anon! He thought you were my ex! Honest mistake. Uncle! You could've given him a black eye!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e 'Uncle' chuckles.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Well now he knows not to break your heart.\"\n\n\\\u003e The mare's focus shifts to you.\n\n\\\u003e \"He would never. Isn't that right, anon?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You shake your head 'yes' in a frantic manner.\n\n\\\u003e \"Good. You okay if we go to my house, or should we drop off your roommate?\"\n\n\\\u003e Charles is still asleep, arms behind his back and face drooling against the window.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah lets take him back to my room.\"\n\n\\\u003e You reach city university dorms in 5 minutes.\n\n\\\u003e It takes fifteen to bring the snoring Charles to your room.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carnation really doesn't mind fireman carrying him around.\n\n\\\u003e She notices you eyeballing while riding the elevator up to the third floor.\n\n\\\u003e \"Whaaaaaat?\" the mare's asks in a teasing manner.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nothing.\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Are you jealous he's been in my arms longer?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You scratch the back of your head where a goose egg had started to form.\n\n\"no.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Her tail smacks your side.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"You want me to carry you?\"\n\n\"no.\"\n\n\\\u003e \"You think you can carry me?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e This has you laughing.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck no.\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Awwn. But I like it in porn when like the guy is manhandling the girl, like against a wall or something.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A girl has never informed you of her tastes in porn.\n\n\\\u003e The way she worded it, does that mean she never tried it with her ex?\n\n\\\u003e Was she still a virgin?\n\n\\\u003e You can feel your pants getting tighter.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carnation bites her lip and looks skyward.\n\n\\\u003e If you remember correctly, anthros can smell human emotions, especially arousal.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Hot.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The elevator door dings open.\n\n\\\u003e She hesitates to leave, instead motioning with her hips for you to go first.\n\n\\\u003e You decline, and she sticks her tongue out.\n\n\\\u003e \"You're gonna have to be a little more aggressive if you want me to do ... things.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Taking that as an invitation, you put your hand on her ass and push her forward.\n\n\\\u003e \"Hahaha hey! You know I dont live here. You could just lead me to your dorm.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Realizing you're letting your dick dictate too much, you lead the horse to your room.\n\n\\\u003e You pull out your key, open the door, and Carnation trots past you like a train.\n\n\\\u003e She just guns it for the bunk bed and supplexes Charles into the top.\n\n\\\u003e He still doesn't wake up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Thats my bed.\" You inform her.\n\n\\\u003e \"Oh, my bad.\"\n\n\\\u003e She plucks him by the collar of his his winter jacket, and then tosses him onto the proper bed.\n\n\"Is he still breathing?\"\n\n\\\u003e At your behest, she feels his neck, and then trots towards you.\n\n\\\u003e Swaying her hips.\n\n\\\u003e \"Don't worry about his breathing.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She puts her hands on your shoulders.\n\n\\\u003e \"Worry about yours.\"\n\n\\\u003e Once more your lips are locked with Carnations'.\n\n\\\u003e This time her lust has completely taken over.\n\n\\\u003e Her tongue is inside your mouth, gliding against your teeth.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Again, the sweet taste of gingerbread fills your senses.\n\n\\\u003e You try to fight back against the impeding appendage with your own.\n\n\\\u003e Pressing and swirling.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Only for her to have the upper hand.\n\n\\\u003e You surrender, letting the horse girl feel every inch of your mouth.\n\n\\\u003e Content, she pulls back, a stream of saliva briding both your lips.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Have you ever done that before?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You nod a \"no\" ever slightly.\n\n\\\u003e She licks her lips.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Then she looks down.\n\n\\\u003e \"Are you okay if we do that a lot?\"\n\n\\\u003e Was she insecure about this?\n\n\\\u003e You kiss her nose.\n\n\"Its fine.\"\n\n\\\u003e She smooches your nose back, then leaves you for the elevator.\n\n\\\u003e \"Come on! My uncle is waiting!\"\n\n\\\u003e When you reach the police cruiser, still running, Carnation's in the back.\n\n\\\u003e Smiling like a devil.\n\n\\\u003e Once you sit down, the mare reaches over and puts your seatbelt on you.\n\n\\\u003e Then tightens it, almost confining you against the leather covers.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Isn't this a little excessive...?\"\n\n\\\u003e \"What? Is it?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Again she has that worried look, that she's doing something wrong.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She has a plan and you're interrupting it.\n\n\\\u003e You shake your head and smile.\n\n\"Thank you for keeping me safe.\"\n\n\\\u003e The horse lady squees, then secures her own seatbelt as she sits as far away from you as possible.\n\n\\\u003e In silence, uncle puts the car in drive, closes the viewport, and turns the music all the way up.\n\n\\\u003e You don't remember hearing anything about how far away the horse girl lived.\n\n\\\u003e Were you going to be in this position for a while?\n\n\\\u003e It was awkward, like now she was trying to be as uninterested in you as possible.\n\n\\\u003e Again, back to square one.\n\n\\\u003e You were about to stare at all the Christmas lights outside again when you hear a seatbelt click.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carnation's fingers undoing her belt.\n\n\\\u003e In a smooth motion, she pulls it out.\n\n\\\u003e Then, slowly, she undoes her zipper.\n\n\\\u003e And slides her shorts just low enough to reveal her horse clit.\n\n\\\u003e Holy shit.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Where are your panties?\" You whisper.\n\n\\\u003e Her uncle may be a cop but you dont have to be a lawyer to know he'd freak out if he saw this.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"I never wore them.\" There's that crazed smile again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"And If I did, I would've thrown them away with my bells.\"\n\n\\\u003e Did both her eye and pussy just wink?\n\n\\\u003e The cabin was getting hotter and hotter.\n\n\\\u003e Pants were beyond uncomfortable right now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e It didn't help Carnation had repositioned herself to face you.\n\n\\\u003e Legs up on the upholstery, butterfly style.\n\n\\\u003e The top of her pussy still in view.\n\n\\\u003e Whether he was in on it or not, Uncle had switched to generic piano music.\n\n\\\u003e You think it was Tchaikovsky but you didn't really care.\n\n\\\u003e What was important was that, to the rythm of the music, Carnation's clit pulsed in and out of her hood.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A sliver of juices dribbling out each time, over the bronze of her zipper and gathering in a small puddle on the seat.\n\n\\\u003e No words left the mare's mouth.\n\n\\\u003e Only moans.\n\n\\\u003e An involuntary, almost feral demand for your love.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You obliged.\n\n\\\u003e With your closest hand, you placed your palm against her clit.\n\n\\\u003e Causing her to moan loader.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Moving your hand upwards, you catch her clit between your pointer and index fingers.\n\n\\\u003e With every wink her slick love coated your digits.\n\n\\\u003e The slicker, squisher fingers causing her to move quicker, drip more, pant louder.\n\n\\\u003e Her chest rising and falling faster and faster.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A snowball effect towards orgasm, and you hadn't even done anything.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Just barely moving your fingers up and down to add a little more friction causes Carnation to whine and pant.\n\n\\\u003e \" Stop stop stop no no noo...\"\n\n\\\u003e She pulls your hand off, but the friction of your fingers leaving her womanhood is too much.\n\n\\\u003e Instantly the mare bucks, her hooves missing your thigh and shoulder as her knees lock and her back presses against the farthest door.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Like a squirt gun she orgasms, a stream sploshing against your pants...\n\n\\\u003e The armrest..\n\n\\\u003e And the window.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e All while Carnation is biting her own arm stifling a scream.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e On top of your thighs her legs shake for two minutes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e While doing so, panting, she reaches beneath your seats.\n\n\\\u003e A convenient place for a towel to be located.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"h-here...\"\n\n\\\u003e She weakly offers it to you before pulling up her shorts.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She doesnt bother to put her belt back on, and instead closes her eyes.\n\n\\\u003e Laying across you with her head against the car window.\n\n\\\u003e As you wipe the mare cum off the window, the viewport starts to open.\n\n\\\u003e You feel a needle in the back of your spine.\n\n\\\u003e You rush to wipe up as much of the wet stuff as possible from every surface.\n\n\\\u003e Everywhere but your pants is dry in the short amount of time it takes for the viewport to be open fully.\n\n\\\u003e Officer uncle glances at you only for a second before his focus reshifts to the road.\n\n\\\u003e \"Everything fine back there?\"\n\n\\\u003e He can definitely smell the pussy juice covering your clothes and his seats.\n\n\\\u003e There's no telling what will happen now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Like she wasn't even half-asleep, Carnation answers.\n\n\\\u003e \"I kicked anon and he pissed himself.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Jaw drop.\n\n\\\u003e Embarrassment and fear are tonight's mental main course.\n\n\\\u003e Disbelief as a side dish.\n\n\\\u003e Officer Uncle has a hearty laugh.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Boy, I hope you know what you signed up for. Because there's only gonna be more pain the longer you're with a horse woman.\"\n\n\\\u003e Carnation laughs with her uncle, and soon you're laughing too.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The cruiser comes to a screeching halt and you're not laughing any more.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Outside, what looks to be a refurbished Victorian house.\n\n\\\u003e Wraparound porch, big (snow covered) lawn, sharp iron fence, all sandwiched by two apartment buildings.\n\n\\\u003e Out of place, but the type of building you'd expect a semi-rich family to purchase for shits and giggles.\n\n\\\u003e The officer's husky voice pipes up.\n\n\\\u003e \"Alright Con carne, this is where I let you off.\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Thanks Uncle.\"\n\n\\\u003e The masked horse smiles.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"No problem. Any time. Except for the piss part. Never again.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carnation swings her legs and gets out of the car as fast as possible.\n\n\\\u003e You, with the towel, wipe your pants some more but Officer uncle pipes up.\n\n\\\u003e \"Its an accident. I get it. Just get the fuck out of my car.\"\n\n\\\u003e He didn't have to ask you twice.\n\n\\\u003e Once you're on the curb and the cruiser door is shut, Uncle Officer honks and drives off.\n\n\\\u003e Watching his rear lights disappear around the block, you don't notice your mare lover opening the fence gate.\n\n\\\u003e \"Come on Anon! You got to see my house.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Crunching snow underhoof, She trots to the porch, jumping onto a rocking chair beside the entrance.\n\n\\\u003e You take your time walking, enjoying the view of the house.\n\n\\\u003e It was painted white, with green shingles on its roof and green window frames and shutters.\n\n\\\u003e Candles could be seen in the windows, but no major lights inside were on.\n\n\\\u003e Someone, maybe Carnation's parents, had decided that this house was going to look permanently festive.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A low screech of a breeze kicks up powder, and once again you see the mare shivering.\n\n\"Do you learn anything?\" You joke.\n\n\\\u003e With a coy grin she shakes her head\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"nn-nno\".\n\n\\\u003e She gets off her ass, unlocks the door, and then kicks it open to reveal the interior.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Cold, and dark, but at least there's no snow.\n\n\\\u003e Ahead the horse gal walks, pressing a button that turns on the lights.\n\n\\\u003e The entrance leads to a foyer, smaller than the frat's, but fancier.\n\n\\\u003e Each wall lined with pictures, drawings, documents and nick-knacks chronicling a horse family's greatest moments and members.\n\n\\\u003e All leading to the door to the living room.\n\n\\\u003e Farthest from the door, a giant fireplace that seems to occupy the entire wall.\n\n\\\u003e To the left and right, more doors, and a couple of book collections behind glass panels.\n\n\\\u003e But what occupied your attention was the grand couch in the center of the living room.\n\n\\\u003e It was big.\n\n\\\u003e It was red.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e It was bulky.\n\n\\\u003e Perfect for seven-foot tall horse anthros like Carnation.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Whose Khaki-covered ass was in full view, as she was bent over the fireplace.\n\n\\\u003e Stepping behind the mare, you took off your jacket and over shirt, stripping down to just pants and a T.\n\n\\\u003e A gas knob squeaked, and a zippo clicked, and the fire roared to life.\n\n\\\u003e Light and heat filled the living room.\n\n\\\u003e Carnation's towering figure rises, looking down as she faces you.\n\n\\\u003e \"So, you think you can just come into my house, and take off your clothes like that?\"\n\n\\\u003e Oh Shit.\n\n\\\u003e Did you do something rude?\n\n\\\u003e You could've waited for her to point out a coat hanger before you took off your clothes.\n\n\\\u003e The mare unbuttons her shorts once again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e They drop to the ground without making a noise.\n\n\\\u003e The smell of her sex reaches your nostrils.\n\n\\\u003e \"You think you can do what you want here?\"\n\n\\\u003e Her black tongue licks around her lips.\n\n\\\u003e \"Do what you want...\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Her arms grip your shoulders.\n\n\\\u003e \"with me?\"\n\n\\\u003e Into those beautiful blue eyes you stare.\n\n\\\u003e There's excitement, and anxiety, contained within her pupils.\n\n\\\u003e Fear of rejection.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Of overstepping a boundary, and once again being alone.\n\n\\\u003e Of asking too much, and being inconsiderate.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Afraid that she handed you something you couldn't handle.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Or so she thought.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Well, there was only one way to sooth her conscience.\n\n\\\u003e You push her on her ass.\n\n\\\u003e \"huh?\" She says, now forced to look up at you.\n\n\\\u003e But you hush her, and take off your pants.\n\n\\\u003e In seconds your cock is up to her muzzle.\n\n\"I think you should use your mouth for something other than talking.\"\n\n\\\u003e With that, the mare takes your manhoold in the cold chitin of her hoof-tipped fingers.\n\n\\\u003e Pressing her nose against it, she takes a whiff.\n\n\\\u003e And then with her long tongue, lathers you in warm saliva.\n\n\\\u003e Gripping the top of her head as she does so, you see the winking of her marehood.\n\n\"Stop.\"\n\n\\\u003e Her lips were just kissing your tip as you spoke.\n\n\\\u003e \"hmm?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Get on your back. Missionary.\"\n\n\\\u003e Where did this confidence come from?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Without pausing, Carnation lies back, grabbing her knees to keep her legs in the air.\n\n\\\u003e You kneel, and guiding your member, rub it against her twitching clit.\n\n\\\u003e The mare moans as you feel her juices cover you.\n\n\\\u003e Rubbing the tip up and down her pussy, you start to speak.\n\n\"Carn...\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But bite your tongue.\n\n\\\u003e You wanted to ask about condoms.\n\n\\\u003e Coming inside.\n\n\\\u003e Was she a virgin?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e How fast should you go?\n\n\\\u003e Should we go to the couch?\n\n\\\u003e Questions that a responsible person should ask.\n\n\\\u003e But there was no point.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Okay, you would definitely ask about her virginity later.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But she had set this all up.\n\n\\\u003e If it was in her plan she would've had condoms.\n\n\\\u003e Or said something before.\n\n\\\u003e She wanted this.\n\n\\\u003e So give it to her.\n\n\"I love you.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e With a carnal intensity never seen, your drove length inside of her.\n\n\\\u003e So fast, you felt her whole body spasm.\n\n\\\u003e The surrounding walls twitching and tweaking, trying to milk an orgasm from you before you had even started to really fuck her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carnation's legs locked behind the small of your back whilst her arms grabbed you.\n\n\\\u003e Forcing your head into her sweater-covered bosom and your tip against what you think was her cervix.\n\n\\\u003e Almost immediately causing her to let out a whimper.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A warm, sappy liquid begins to leak, almost sticking her tail hair to you.\n\n\\\u003e After a deep breath, you pull out, facing some hard resistance.\n\n\\\u003e Then you go back in.\n\n\\\u003e The mare whinnies.\n\n\\\u003e Again you pull out, this time a little faster.\n\n\\\u003e More of her sex leaks, like a glue connecting your thighs to her crotch fur.\n\n\\\u003e Again you go in, and again out, getting a steady rythm until its almost constant pounding.\n\n\\\u003e Carnation puts her hand over her mouth and muttters\u0026nbsp; \"oh god\" but you keep going.\n\n\\\u003e Pressure is starting to build.\n\n\\\u003e Did she get tighter?\n\n\\\u003e The heat of the fireplace is nothing compared to the raging inferno of Carnation's marehood.\n\n\\\u003e You can't tell the difference from your sweat and her sex as pounding after pounding splashes her liquid all over you.\n\n\\\u003e Harder, faster, wetter.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carnation's grip around your back and neck tightens.\n\n\\\u003e Her forehead is against yours as she mutters absolute nonsense.\n\n\\\u003e \"go go go Go Go Go Go GOGOGOGO GO GOOOOOOOO\"\n\n\\\u003e Its becoming almost impossible to hold back your orgasm.\n\n\\\u003e Slowing down your pace to a teasing tug and shove, for one last time you pull out.\n\n\\\u003e And then dive back in as hard as possible.\n\n\\\u003e Coming just as you hit her cervix.\n\n\\\u003e Carnation's legs straighten out, once more her knees shaking as you feel squirt after squirt against your underside.\n\n\\\u003e The mare screams your name.\n\n\\\u003e \"ANON!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And then her legs fall to the floor.\n\n\\\u003e Soon after, you collapse.\n\n\\\u003e Your ear against her soaked sweater covered breasts, you inhale Carnation's aroma.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e For five minutes you lay on top of her, panting,\n\n\\\u003e Warmed,not just by her, but also the fireplace.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e As your breaths rose and fell in tandem, your gaze wandered over to the room's walls.\n\n\\\u003e On them, rows and collumns of pictures.\n\n\\\u003e One line was birthdays.\n\n\\\u003e A timelines of a familiar Clydesdale's reactions to one cake after another until finally ending at 18.\n\n\\\u003e One line was summer days, again your love the focus.\n\n\\\u003e The horse lady, wearing various swim suits, eating all sorts of grilled carrots dogs and bean burgers, drying off by the pool or watching fireworks.\n\n\\\u003e The final row seems to be of the very room you're in.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Only at the center, instead of a couch, a Christmas tree.\n\n\\\u003e Each picture after another showing more and more family surrounding the tree.\n\n\\\u003e From one picture where one child was in the arms of a parent the next they were standing beside them.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Carnation being the exception.\n\n\\\u003e her standing between her parents at the center of the picture, no siblings to be seen.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Only an ever growing extended family flanking her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Though you wonder where the Christmas tree is, this room seems to have been a very special place in Carnation's family.\n\n\\\u003e Perhaps in the next picture.\n\n\\\u003e Whether it's a summer or her birthday or Christmas.\n\n\\\u003e Perhaps you'll be in it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Smiling.\n\n\\\u003e Welcomed by the Clydesdale clan and included in all their gatherings.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Maybe even your mom would enjoy her in laws enough to be included in a picture.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But enough about her.\n\n\\\u003e Your heart burns for the mare below you.\n\n\\\u003e The love you feel for her.\n\n\\\u003e The possibility of being accepted by her family.\n\n\\\u003e and getting a chance to start a branch within it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e All it makes you want to do is look into Carnations eyes.\n\n\\\u003e And you're greeted by her worry.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You ask.\n\n\\\u003e She stares past you, eyes half closed in apathy.\n\n\\\u003e \"Nothing.\"\n\n\\\u003e Rolling you off her, the equine turns to face the fire.\n\n\\\u003e Orange embers reflect off the tears rolling down her face.\n\n\\\u003e She whimpers something.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\\\u003e She shakes her head and scoots further away from you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You rub the fur of her upper arm.\n\n\"Just tell me.\"\n\n\\\u003e Carnation is just barely understandable through her sniffling.\n\n\\\u003e \"Im... a whore...\"\n\n\\\u003e The horse lady's sobbing can't be held back.\n\n\\\u003e Rejecting any of your comfort the equine rises and runs out the room, casting off her sweater by the doorway.\n\n\\\u003e \"Im a whore! I'm a whore! I'm a whore!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Afraid of what your eccentric loverly do in this state, you follow the mare.\n\n\\\u003e Around the corner, up the stairs, down the hallway and into what you think is her room.\n\n\\\u003e You stick your foot in the door just as she closes it.\n\n\"AAOW.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You fall on your ass, seething in pain.\n\n\\\u003e Carnation stands in the doorway,\u0026nbsp; caught off guard.\n\n\\\u003e She grabs her ears and screams\n\n\\\u003e\" Im a whore and an abuser!\"\n\n\\\u003e The equine lady bounds over you, A tasteful view of her ass the last thing on your mind.\n\n\\\u003e After some far off clip clopping, she returns with an icepack and some tape.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Im sorry... I'm sorry... abuser and a whore...\"\n\n\\\u003e She whinnies sadly.\n\n\\\u003e After securing an icepack over the injury, Carnation Bridal carries you into the room.\n\n\\\u003e \"Abuser and a whore.\"\n\n\\\u003e The inside of her room is very purple.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Various shades of violet make up her walls, her curtains, the blankets on her bed and a lazy boy.\n\n\\\u003e Above the couch, shelves carry more pictures of Carnatioj, her family, friends, and even pets.\n\n\\\u003e You don't remember seeing any dog bowls around or hamster cages.\n\n\\\u003e The pet pictures shake as you land on the bed.\n\n\\\u003e Surrounding the very thick mattress are dolls.\n\n\\\u003e Soft, stuffed\u0026nbsp; animals with proportions of babies.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e As childish as these are, you don't see this as out of character for the Mare.\n\n\\\u003e Across from you she takes a seat on the couch, curling up into a sobbing ball.\n\n\\\u003e \"Abuse...Whore...\"\n\n\\\u003e Once your pain numbs, you get off the bed and limp over to her.\n\n\"Hey.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The equine's ears twitch but she doesn't raise her head.\n\n\"I Know you didn't mean to hurt me. Quit calling yourself an abuser. Or a whore.\"\n\n\\\u003e You grab her hand and squeeze.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She sniffles and scoots over, allowing you to sit by the horse gal.\n\n\\\u003e \"Bbut I am a whore.\"\n\n\\\u003e The horse slumps away from you, her tail flopping on your crotch by accident and giving you some electricity.\n\n\" How are you a whore?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Because I wanted to start a family tonight, and when I didn't get what I wanted with one guy, I forced it on you.\"\n\n\\\u003e She speaks clearly until the end, choking back tears before continuing.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"I didn't ask you, tell you. I just did it. Impulsively. Recklessly. And now you think I'd do it with anyone or I just wanted to trap you and then you'll leave and ill be a single mom and when my parents come back and see my fat and with no husband they're going to freak out and ill be -\"\n\n\\\u003e You silence Carnations worries with a kiss, and a question.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Why'd you pick me to start your family with?\"\n\n\\\u003e Carnation gulps, caught off guard by your question.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You repeat the question, and She sighs.\n\n\\\u003e \"Well... you're kind. You listen. You take time to learn and even enjoy... differences that most humans dislike.\"\n\n\\\u003e She blushes and shuffled into a cross legged position.\n\n\\\u003e A smug grin appears beneath her red eyes, knowing she was flaunting her differences.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \" You're funny, you take care of you're friend and me, and youre... handsome.\"\n\n\\\u003e She kisses you when she pauses, causing you to smile.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e Seeing your happiness, she continues.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But above all else, you accept me. Not just my body but my uh personality. And if I do something stupid you help me, and that makes me think that if I fucked up bad, you'll tell me and leave me.\"\n\n\\\u003e The tears begin to well again.\n\n\\\u003e \"And I know I did something fucked up.\"\n\n\\\u003e She presses her long muzzle into her hand and starts to dry heaves.\n\n\\\u003e \"And now I know you'll leave me.\"\n\n\\\u003e The horse slumps again into the chair arm.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e As you rub her back, you realize you're at a fork in the road.\n\n\\\u003e On one hand, your current situation maybe can't support a family.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e And maybe, to a third party viewing this situation, this Clydesdale isn't exactly mature enough for a family.\n\n\\\u003e But shes already shown more committment than any other woman you've met.\n\n\\\u003e And, if its clear by the emptiness of the house, shes not doing this out of bad intentions.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e This horse is lonely.\n\n\\\u003e She too wants to see that living room alive with the laughter of Children beneath a Christmas Tree.\n\n\\\u003e She just needs someone to keep her head on straight.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You grab her soft hands and look into her eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Carnation, I won't leave you.\"\n\n\\\u003e With that you hug her close.\n\n\\\u003e After processing what you said, the horse girl snorts and squees and then grabs you in the tightest hug you've ever been in.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"I love you I love you I love you.\"\n\n\\\u003e You decide to change the subject and divert the horses attention.\n\n\\\u003e \"Besides, I only came in you once. The odds aren't that high I got you pregnant.\"\n\n\\\u003e Her grip loosens.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"Oh?\"\n\n\\\u003e Carnation reads you like a card.\n\n\\\u003e Picking you up again, she throws you into the California King.\n\n\\\u003e You wince slightly at your foot aching but you ignore the pain.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"So, are you saying you want me to raise the odds?\"\n\n\\\u003e The equine lady stands at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips, tail swishing from side to side.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You give her a shit eating grin.\n\n\\\u003e \"What do you think?\"\n\n\\\u003e The mare frowns and let's her arms droop sadly.\n\n\\\u003e \"I dont know! I'm afraid of -\"\n\n\"Con carne.\"\n\n\\\u003e She shuts up.\n\n\\\u003e You came up with that nickname just now.\n\n\"Are you looking to hurt me more?\"\n\n\\\u003e \"no!\"\n\n\"So get on top of me so my foot can heal.\"\n\n\\\u003e The horse girl grabs her heart.\n\n\\\u003e She looks halfway between crying and smiling.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"I love youuuu.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e She clambers over you and you're blinded by her bare breasts.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e An hour passes.\n\n\\\u003e You've finally settled down.\n\n\\\u003e Carnation presses her head against your chest, muttering sweet nothings.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e \"I think if we have a girl we should name her Holly.\"\n\n\\\u003e You chuckle.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\" You're set on Christmas names, aren't you?\"\n\n\\\u003e she huffs, cheeks going red through her fur.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I just want to remember the occasion she was created in.\"\n\n\\\u003e you laugh.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\" So what if someone notices? All these kids with holiday names, born 9 months later? \"\n\n\\\u003e You feel her lips brush against your neck as she breathes in your scent.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\u0026nbsp; \"Noone would notice unless momma tells them.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"you would?\"\n\n\\\u003e \"maybe.\" She stutters.\n\n\\\u003e You kiss her forehead.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\" How about, if its a girl we name it after my mom, and if its a boy we name it after your dad?\"\n\n\\\u003e \"well what about your dad or my mom?\"\n\n\\\u003e You squeeze her ass in your fingers.\n\n\\\u003e \"That can be the next one.\"\n\n\\\u003e She smiles and chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e \"But I really do like the name holly.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Alright, how about Holly if its a girl, Christopher if its a boy.\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Christopher?\"\n\n\"If he inherits your beautiful blond hair, Christopher will fit him.\"\n\n\\\u003e Carnation blushes even more and brushes her hair aside.\n\n\\\u003e \"D'awww well alright. Christopher or Holly it is.\"\n\n\\\u003e To mark the agreement she kisses your lips.\n\n\\\u003e A blizzard rages outside.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e You can hear the wind howling.\n\n\\\u003e the Icicles shaking against the windowsill.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e But you dont care.\n\n\\\u003e You're warm here.\n\n\\\u003e \"I can't wait to turn this into the nursery. \"\n\n\"Your room? But where will we sleep?\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Guest room, duh. This room already has everything for kids to live in it. The guest room is undecorated and can fit all of your stuff in once you move and still roomy enough for me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e A smile creeps across your face.\n\n\\\u003e Shes been thinking about that for a while.\n\n\\\u003e Perhaps she's just spontaneous in the short term.\n\n\\\u003e But if she can think ahead smartly, she'll make a wonderful mother.\n\n\\\u003e You kiss The end of the horses muzzle.\n\n\"Then well enjoy this as a bedroom while it still is one. Goodnight my wife.\"\n\n\\\u003e \"Goodnight, Hubby.\"\n\n\\\u003e And with that, you fall asleep.\n\n\\\u003e Wrapped in Carnation's arms.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e The End.\n\n[https://art.ngfiles.com/images/1560000/1560026\\_mornindove\\_carnation.png?f1608963563](https://art.ngfiles.com/images/1560000/1560026_mornindove_carnation.png?f1608963563)","series":{"name":"Short Stories of the Tiger Troopers","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1712318-it-takes-me-nowhere.json"}}