{"sf1_id":193174,"sf2_id":"214LY2d1","title":"The Anthro Girl: Chapter 3 - I Swear this is a Good Idea","author":"Jonathan Kyrie Kelsara","words":656,"posted_at":"2010-11-09T21:08:00.000Z","tags":["Comedy","Fursuit","No-Yiff","Real Life","Romance","Slice-of-Life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/193174-the-anthro-girl-chapter-3-i-swear-this-is-a-good-idea","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214LY2d1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ed/30/ed306f59-bc9c-4d78-a3a4-3a8c7b63f6b3","description":"","content":" **Chapter Three**\n\n_I Swear this is a Good Idea_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; That night, as I walked through the blistering cold to Katy's home in a full black wardrobe, I began to wonder what I was doing. I didn't have anything against Chris Harley and I didn't know what Katy had against him, but I felt a strange conviction to do something rebellious.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I arrived at the large black gate guarding the Haughs' front yard. Smoothly creeping to its edge, I knocked on one of the bars. Katy emerged from the other side and motioned for me to come forward.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Help me over,\" she whispered, reaching for the top of the gate.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I extended both my arms through the gate's openings and cupped my hands so she had something to stand on. With much effort, Katy pulled herself over; she squirmed a bit while navigating around two decorative spikes on the top, but managed to land firmly on her feet. She gripped my arm and dragged me to her car.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I was terrified; it was the first time I had done something like this. And yet, as Katy shut the driver's side door, I felt an excitement unmatched by anything I had done in the past sixteen years. Katy turned her keys and the rumble of the car's engine meant there was no turning back.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;As we drove off, I had a feeling that Katy's mom would discover we left and would sprint after us in anger. I don't know if it was only a thought or if I wanted it to happen, but one thing was certain: rebellion was fantastic. With the passing headlights of each car, I began to realize more and more that we were doing something illegal. And I loved it.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We turned into a nearby grocery store and got out of the car. I forgot that Katy and I were wearing all black, so it confused me that the employees would whisper to each other upon seeing us.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;After a few minutes spent trying to find the cheapest brand, we arrived at the check-out counter with a shopping cart full of eggs. The bagger looked at us with a faint aura of suspicion and proceeded to slide them across the scanner. After she was finished, she handed us three sagging plastic bags and delivered a very sarcastic \"have fun tonight, kids.\" We drove away, this time graced with the musical stylings of Sex Bob-Bomb belting through Katy's speakers, and were ready to cause some damage.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;And finally, with ten cartons of eggs in our posession, we hopped silently out of our car into the pitch-black front yard of the Harley household. And just as I was about to barrage their windows with eggshell-plated gunk, I came to a frightening realization: we would get caught. A two-person egging can't work; there was no way to throw a hundred and twenty eggs in less than two minutes! Why on earth did we buy ten cartons?  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;But it was too late; Katy had begun plastering Chris' front door with a series of unpolished hurls, and I had no choice but to join in. I reached into the first carton, grabbed hold of the largest egg I could find, and released it with a perfect sideways sweep into living room window. I didn't care anymore; life was too good to worry about getting caught!  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;As we neared the final carton, my excitement grew less intense. To my surprise, the loud splats of countless eggs didn't do anything; there was no faint flickering of lights through the dining room curtains, no angry shouting of a short-tempered father...nothing! I turned to Katy, slightly disappointed, and asked her whether we should try again another night.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Yes, please do,\" offered a voice from behind. With a powerful jolt, I spun to find Chris Harley staring me straight in the eye.\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/191936-the-anthro-girl-chapter-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/203540-the-anthro-girl-chapter-4-the-closet.json"}