# The Anthro Girl: Chapter 3 - I Swear this is a Good Idea

Author: Jonathan Kyrie Kelsara
Tags: Comedy, Fursuit, No-Yiff, Real Life, Romance, Slice-of-Life

 **Chapter Three**

_I Swear this is a Good Idea_

    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.  
    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.  
    "Help me over," she whispered, reaching for the top of the gate.  
    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.  
    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.  
    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.  
    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.  
    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.  
    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?  
    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!  
    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.  
    "Yes, please do," offered a voice from behind. With a powerful jolt, I spun to find Chris Harley staring me straight in the eye.

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