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The Striped Filly

Flying Changes

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) for Chris Silverhoof

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.

“Oh, Anna..." He groaned, laying his forehead back against the rough bark. “What are you doing to me?"

She grumbled around his fat length, pulling back.

“Do you really need me to reiterate that aloud?"

She withdrew her lips from his cock only long enough to speak before diving back down, an eager bray bursting from her lips. It was abruptly silenced as she slid her lips over the mushroom-shaped head of his cock, already swelling into a light flare in his keenness. Christian blushed. Nothing could be hidden by his body anymore. Especially to Anna, he was an open book. He arched his back.

No. No, he didn't want her to stop at all.

A skylark called out, flitting through the serene sky, completely unaware of what was going on below. The mare sucked his cock like he had seen her enjoy one of the fruits from her homeland, using her tongue to enjoy the full experience. And her enjoyment of the act could not be denied, although that could have partly been from the teasing effect she had on him. The mare's tail swished rhythmically as she sucked and flicked her tongue over his shaft, lewd, wet slurps emanating from where her lips sealed around his thick length. Christian rolled his head, stamped and moaned, no longer caring whether anyone was close enough to hear or not. Let them see! They would only come across two lovers enjoying each other's company.

Yet Anna could only take so much of her own teasing. Reaching her limit, Anna yanked her lips free of his cock with a hearty slurp of saliva and pre cum, turning about to present him with her rump. Her winking sex could not be ignored as she grunted and shook her head, mane flopping from one side of her neck to the other as she lifted a hind hoof. Her body made her demands as clear as if she had spoken aloud, yet Christian hesitated, pinned to the tree with barely a foot between his body and his mare's.

His cock throbbed in the cool air between them and she snorted, flipping one hind hoof back into the bark. It narrowly missed his leg and he caught his breath, heart pounding as his palms sweated.

“Mount me!" She grunted, marehood winking over and over again as if with a mind of its own. “You've been teasing me and I you... Show me that you're my stallion!"

Christian didn't need telling twice and was moving before she'd even finished speaking. Laying himself over her back, he grabbed his cock in one paw and guided it in. Her sex twitched up against the head of his cock as he eased forward and then it was inside, slipping in as if it belonged there. And, to the two of them, it surely did.

Grinding in deep, Christian exhaled surprisingly softly, wrapping his arms around the mare's barrel. He hugged her tightly as he thrust, letting his hips and rump do the work as he thrust, cock teasing over that sensitive spot of nerves he'd discovered inside her marehood. Concentrating as much as he could in the moment, he adjusted his angle to rub over that patch again and again, his pace increasing with every needy thrust.

Anna snorted, breath frosting in front of her muzzle, and tossed her head, eyes half-lidded. Bracing her hind legs to support his weight – although he would not have come near the weight of a feral zebra stallion – she brayed, the sound echoing across the hillside. He didn't even care.

His fingers dug lightly into her flesh as he drove in, tail flagging as the approach of orgasm tingled on the edge of his mind even after only being buried in his mare for a few short seconds. She had had her muzzle wrapped around his shaft, sucking, for a time, after all. It was only reasonable that instinct begged him to cum, to breed, to fill her up as she was his. He had a feeling Anna wouldn't stop until she'd had several loads from his sore balls either way.

Christian shivered, hips slapping her rump as he thrust. Unable to stop the stray thought from crossing his mind, the stallion neighed headily, putting voice to words he couldn't form. What if their breeding brought a foal? She wanted him to be her stallion? Christian snorted and arched his neck proudly as he bred her, thoughts of seeing her with a round, fertile belly. Would she lactate then? Her sex trembled around him, making his eyes roll back into his head and hooves splay apart for hard-won balance. Anna made things sweetly more difficult in a way he couldn't help but adore more and more.

Yet something was not quite right. Something wasn't right at all, on the perimeter of the forest with not another soul, or so they thought, around.

His ears pricked and his head shot to the right before his mind caught up with the reason behind it. Tail flattening over his rump, the stallion snorted and shot back, only kept in place by the tree straightening his spine. Anna turned her head, marehood rippling wonderfully and distractingly around his length, and snorted her own question, eyes sharp and bright.

“There are people here!" He managed to gasp out as their voices drifted once more to his ears, solidifying his doubts. “We've got to stop! If I just edge back here..."

He trailed off, hissing through clenched teeth as Anna shook herself, making her sex tighten deliciously around his cock.

“What are you doing?" He growled, voice low and thick. “That's not exactly going to make me want to back off here!"

Anna fluttered her eyelashes.

“Maybe I don't want you backing away from me, stud. Maybe this mare wants you right here, breeding her."

Her lips turned down in the tiniest of unwelcome frowns.

“You wouldn't want to leave your mare wanting now, would you?"

Christian was shaking his head, only registering his actions when he found himself pushing deeper into Anna, his crotch flush with her muscled rump. He smoothed the flat of his palm appreciatively over her physique, forgetting for a moment why he had even stopped her in the first place. What was wrong with him?

Another laugh drifted to him on the breeze and his eyes grew wider, head arched back like a wild horse on the plains.

“Anna!" He yelped, grabbing her tail as he lowered his voice to as hushed a tone as he could manage, lest they be heard. “We've got to stop, I can stuff my cock back in – no one will be any the wiser!"

The mare snorted and backed up on him further, keeping his length within her clenching passage even as he strove to break free. Eyes rimmed with white, Christian's nostrils flared and he slammed a hoof into the soft turf.

“You've already got your shaft thrust in me," Anna countered. “It's in use. Now finish what you started, stallion!"

He shook himself and twisted away, pulling himself from her tight marehood with the greatest wrench of will he had ever had to exert. Anna rumbled in displeasure, head whipping around. Her sex winked in his absence, pulling up as if to draw him back in – yet he was already too far away. Believing himself to have won the momentary battle, Christian ran a paw back through his mane and snorted, paw reaching to tug up his boxers and jeans.

His paw never got that far.

Anna spun and knocked him lightly, but accurately, sideways between the trees. Gasping, Christian stumbled and landed heavily onto his backside, tail flattened beneath him. He winced and grabbed for a low branch, only to find a very familiar rump in his face. Inhaling sharply, the stallion tried and failed to turn away as he scrambled back onto a half broken down stone wall – it must have been the boundary of some farmer's property – eyes wide and lips parted. He sucked in greedy breaths through his nostrils, eyes growing lidded, as he spread her marehood apart with his fingertips; it twitched and pulled under his touch, a drool of juices splattering to the ground.

His momentary pause was all the mare needed as, now a pace or two further back beneath the trees, she backed up, tail flagged. She snorted, flicked her tail and pushed her hindquarters down as he tried to rise. As if they had deliberately timed their motions, Christian's cock slid smoothly into her hot sex and he groaned, grabbing for the zebra as he fought desperately for balance against the wall. Rough stones clacked under his palms and he rolled his head back as Anna snorted, driving him down until his full, throbbing length was once again buried in her – where it belonged. The mare tossed her head, tail stinging his chest as it swished. Christian panted, eyes near enough bulging out of their sockets, fingers gliding over her silken hide as he strove to gain some semblance of purchase and found now.

Half-supported by the wall, the stallion squirmed and whinnied shortly, hooves kicking out into nothing at all. No matter how much he wriggled, Anna's weight and leverage pinned him neatly in place and he groaned against her muscled rump as she pushed back to him, treating his protests as eagerness. He hissed through his teeth, cock throbbing as it sent a thick spurt of creamy pre cum into her passage, his body reacting even as his mind reeled.

Anna winked.

“If you think you're getting away..."

Christian shook his head, senses reeling as the mare 'sat' on him, grinding his length as deep as possible. His eyes rolled back into his skull and his lip quivered, the stallion suppressing a neigh the best he could. A needy grunt still burst from his lips and he pressed his cheek against his shoulder, arms shaking. Ears flat to his head, he let out a shuddering breath that he had not known he'd been holding. Anna grunted and shook her head, marehood squeezing his length in such a way that he almost lost control of himself right then and then, seeding her as a stallion should.

“I don't want to get away from you," he forced out after a lengthy pause, during which the mare 'rode' him, hindquarters jerking up and back down to him. “But there's..." He clenched his teeth, skin tingling. “There's people here, Anna! We can't be seen like this!"

The mare held her head high as if in challenge and he bit his lip, blunt teeth catching skin with a dull flicker of pain that he barely had the presence of mind to register.

“Get up and breed me then, stud," she chuckled, voice a sultry groan that sent shivers down his spine. “You know you want to..." She licked her lips, marehood tensing around him. “Your cock hasn't even gone soft. You're harder. You want me."

Christian groaned.

“My body wants you! It's only my mind that doesn't want to be taken away for indecent exposure..."

Anna tilted her head to the side, lip flapping gently as she considered.

“I don't know what that is." She grinned, teeth flashing in the white sunlight. “I don't think it matters all that much...do you?"

The mare didn't give him time to answer before pulling herself up on her forelegs, a low groan rolling from her throat as she rocked her body back and forth. Slowly at first, she allowed herself a moment to get a feel for the motion and, when sure that the stallion nickering beneath her wasn't about to leap up and leave her wanting, permitted him to move too.

Without really knowing what he was doing – really, he should have been dragging his mare back to the cottage already! – Christian moaned deep in his throat and thrust. The slick heat of his mare enveloped him and he tightened his grip on her stripes, pushing her tail out of the way with his abdomen. It twitched and hiked high as her passage pulsed around him, drawing him forcibly in as she pushed back onto him, hind legs shaking. The mare, however, was far from done with him. Her breath rose from her nostrils in puffs of frozen air and she bobbed her muzzle repeatedly, the insides of her ears pinker as she took full advantage of controlling just how much of her stallion she took inside and when.

But the equine had a mind of his own too, even if he did not currently feel in complete control of his body. Loose stones ground under his hooves as he flexed his stomach, jeans tangling about his calves and fetlocks, muscles aching as he snorted and drove in. Anna started, one hoof lifting as she juddered off balance, and he held on to her as if for life itself, driving into her with short, sharp thrusts as if he was close to the edge of climax. In all truth, it was the only kind of thrust he could manage in such a position, almost being mounted himself by the mare he so loved.

Huffing, Anna pawed the ground, swaying as she bore her stallion's thrusts with a shivering hide. Her head lifted, throat vibrating with the threat of a bray. Stroking her rump, Christian squeezed softly, drawing her attention as he drew back slowly, cold air nipping at the part of his shaft that was not wrapped up in hot mare pussy.

“Quiet, Anna..." He breathed, whisper carrying to her twitching ears. “We must be...ah..."

He twisted his head back and forth, striving to contain pleasure that lapped at the brim of his mental cup, threatening to overflow. The stallion stomped and dug his fingers into Anna's rump, heaving himself over her hindquarters to snake his arms under her stomach. His thoughts raced, mind barely able to register one before the next demanded precedence, each battling with those gone before for attention he could not give them. Would they be caught? Who was even out there? How far away were they? Why did Anna have to be so tempting? Could they make it back to the cottage? His lips twisted. Well, he already knew the answer to that one!

Voices burbled closer, bouncing off the hills and trees so that he could not tell how far they carried. His heart hammered and the stallion gave a little frightened nicker, cock buried to the hilt.

“Anna!" He hissed, eyes closed against the world and hips moving with a mind of their own. “They're close!"

The mare groaned.

“Too close. Maybe you're..."

Snorting over her back, Christian anchored a hoof into the wall and pushed up and away with as much force as his legs could muster. Anna yelped – something between a bray and an equine neigh – as she was launched securely up onto all four hooves once more, but had little time to complain at the lack of warning as his shaft slammed into her. He groped for her teats and nipped her withers as he found them, massaging and tugging them down with both paws as he pounded her as he knew she loved. Anna trembled, head dipping down to the grass as she shifted her weight, marehood twitching madly around his driving pole. Even a mare had her weak points.

“Quickly, quickly!" Anna panted, sides heaving. “Fill me, stud! Before they get too close to us!"

Sweat glistened across her stripes, cooling on her steaming coat even as they rutted, and Christian ground his teeth together, feeling the head of his cock flaring. It was a sensation he recognised and he thrust with renewed determination, a wicked thrill trembling through his nervous system. Baring his teeth, he flipped his tail high – proudly high. Was he enjoying the risk of being caught?

It was a thought for a later time. Anna's head rolled so far to the side that her neck twisted along with it and she let loose an earth shatteringly loud bray as she reached her peak, marehood clenching and rippling around his length. Christian slammed in one last time, balls pulling up closer to his groin, and swallowed his own neighs with as much stomach as he could manage, tail flagged and waving. His cock throbbed with a flicker of pain as he held himself back from being vocal, pouring spurt after spurt of thick stallion seed right up against the inner barrier within his mare.

Leaning over Anna's back, Christian lipped her withers softly, chest rising and falling rapidly as he scraped back lost breath. What had he been so worried about anyway? His cock pulsed as her tunnel twitched weakly as if to ready him for a second round so quickly after he had spent himself once. The mare gulped breaths, ears drooping as he legs splayed further and further apart for balance that she seemed to be having an increasing amount of trouble with. Christian absently squeezed and massaged her plump teats, allowing the weight of her udders to fill his palms as he relaxed on top of her, letting her come down from her high. The moment couldn't have been more perfect.

“Did you hear something over there?"

Christian's ears pricked, frozen breath sawing through his lungs as he pushed himself off Anna's back, hooves spread. His nostrils flared, catching a scent far too close for comfort through the bitter snap that made his muzzle feel as if his nose was about to drop off.

Human.

Damn it!

Yanking himself reluctantly from Anna's sweet warmth, Christian stuffed his still half-hard cock back into his jeans as he yanked them up. He didn't bother with finesse, boxers scrunching up around his scrotum in his haste, but he had no time in which to make himself more comfortable or put himself to rights. The stallion jerked his head from left to right as the voices crept closer – definitely somewhere amongst the trees. He couldn't tell where. Cursing, he buttoned up his jeans sloppily, the scent of their union still heavy in the air between them. Any other anthro or feral could have told in an instant what they'd been doing! He could only hope that a human would be a little more forgiving in their sense of smell and powers of observation.

The mare shook, head low as she came back to herself too slowly, the afterglow keeping the chill from her bones. Rubbing her back, Christian drew her attention, grabbing her head and trying to lead her deeper into the trees, if only for a bit of cover. Head swinging slowly from left to right, she blinked up at him, eyes glassy and a goofy smile spreading her lips wider and wider by the second. Christian rolled his eyes, though a smile twitched at his lips in return. Her joy really was infectious.

Yet they had to look normal. Yes, normal was a good word to use. Pressing his arm over the top of Anna's tail, he pulled it down over the drooling, slick mess of her sex, evidencing exactly what the two of them had just been up to. He swallowed hard and pushed her shoulder hard enough to nudge her into action, turning the mare until her rump faced the stone wall that she had pinned him against.

Christian groaned and raked his fingers through his mane, dragging out strands as he looked between Anna and the trees as if a better solution would leap out at him. His heart pounded. Her sex was hidden at least. He licked his lips, finding them dry with hairline cracks teasing through. Hidden... The stallion shook his head. Would that be enough? Either way, their time was up.

A twig snapped and he leaned back against a tree, ears drooping sheepishly, as an elderly man and women pottered out from a thicker part of the copse. Christian berated himself belatedly for not hiding in the thicker undergrowth – they could have let the others pass by without noticing them, if so – but held himself tall and steady, an obscenely large grin plastered across his muzzle.

The old man with a curl of white hair around his bald patch raised his hand in greeting, blinking into the light.

“Oh, hello there! Lovely day for a walk, isn't it?"

The man called, waving his stick as if he thought he needed more attention drawn to himself. With the insides of his ears flushed – Christian hoped the elderly gentleman would put it down to the cold – the stallion nodded and ran a paw back through his ruffled mane. Nothing would smooth it down, sticking up in all directions like he'd just been mounted by his mare on the bed itself. He curled his fingers into a fist inside his pocket. Could his appearance be put down to the wind? He wanted to give himself a cursory once over but did not for fear of drawing attention he didn't need.

The man stared, expecting an answer, as a woman that Christian assumed was his wife stood hunched over at his side, hand scrabbling for a tissue in her pocket.

“Uh...yes," he forced out, the words seeming unnatural on his tongue. “It is a very nice day, isn't it?"

Anna swayed, butting her head into his side.

“Christian?" She found her voice at last. “Do you know these people?"

“Oh no," he added hurriedly, tripping over his words. “I don't know them, sweety, they're just out for a walk like us."

Hopefully not quite like us...

_ _

The old man pulled at his jacket and leaned heavily on his walking stick, peering up at the zebra. Anna stretched out her neck and casually nuzzled his wizened hand. Without batting an eyelid, he stroked down her length of her neck, whistling lowly in what Christian hoped was appreciation. He shook with the effort of staying in place, hoping against hope that the couple wound not mosey around to Anna's rear end. Inside his jeans, his cock lay pinned down to his leg, unable to retract into its sheath from the restraining fabric. He swallowed.

“Well, well, well, aren't you a beauty?" The man murmured, smoothing Anna's mane. “How long have you been over here? A bit cold for you, I would've thought!"

Anna blew warm air gently into his face.

“A few months now." She gave Christian a long look and winked to her admirer. “I think you could say that I've found a reason to put up with the chill and stay."

He chuckled and stood back, looking down the length of her body at her stripes and flicking tail. Edging over the frozen ground, Christian joined her, slipping his arm over her withers. His pulse slowed a fraction, yet not enough to still his fears. Anna nuzzled his paw and whuffed softly.

“I should hope so..."

The words ground out awkwardly, Christian struggling to find them in such a tenuous position. What was polite and what was too far? There was no right answer! He gulped, tugging at the neck of his jacket, heat rising from his neck. Was he that obvious? His cock throbbed, drooling semen down his leg and he ducked his head. The old couple linked hands and smiled, setting themselves back on their heels as if the position would better place them to look the two of them over. Anna's coat still steamed, although she seemed to be cooling rapidly in the chill air.

The zebra shivered and he leapt in, seizing his chance. Dragging his jacket from his shoulders, he layered it carefully over her back and rubbed her coat to warm her, fingers easing over her stripes.

“You look cold, Anna," he said, not needing to feign concern in his tone. “Do you want to head back?"

“It is a bit chilly," she admitted with a grudging flick of her tail. “Perhaps we should..."

She trailed off, eyeing him expectantly. Christian was glad she knew him so well.

“Yes!" He nodded to the couple. “I'm sorry, but we really must be on our way. Shouldn't keep her out in the cold too long, not without moving."

He winked and held up his hand to the side of his muzzle, whispering too loudly to keep his words secret.

“She might bite me later for it!"

The couple laughed politely as Christian and Anna bid them farewell with barely enough time to exchange farewells in return. Anna pinned her tail flat to her rump as she trotted off into the trees, ears twitching instinctively in the direction of the little cottage they'd come from. Christian chuckled at her side, tripping over his own hooves as he tried to keep up while keeping his stride as normal as possible. It was more difficult than expected with his length trying to stiffen, drawing taut the fabric around his upper thigh.

Looking after the direction in which they'd disappeared, the woman tapped her fingers across her cheek, smoothing across skin dried by the winter bluster.

“That was a funny looking horse, wasn't it, dear?"

Shaking his head, the old man put a hand on his hip and turned his gaze skywards. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, his wife planted herself heavily on the wall beside him, easing the weight from her feet. He smiled and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as she cooed into her shoulder, a bashful blush flooding to her pale cheeks. He kissed the top of her head and rested his head on top of hers.

“A horse..." He shook with quiet chuckles. “Edith, I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

She cast him a look, painted pink lips pursing as she wagged a disapproving finger in his face.

“What you're going to do with me! Now, don't you be talking like that, you scoundrel!"

Her fingers squeezed around his forearm and it was his turn to blush, fiddling with his waistcoat.

“Because you won't be without me either way, young man!" She continued, holding the collar of his shirt as she smiled up at him. “What are you like!"

He laughed quietly and met her smile with his own. Edith hadn't quite gotten the gist of his words, but that didn't matter. After all their years together, it only made him love her that little bit more, pulling her into his chest as if he really was a young man again. He breathed in her scent, mingled with sweet, floral perfume, and smiled wider at the thought of that young gentleman and the zebra mare wandering off, side by side, across the hilltop.

Maybe that young couple would end up like them one day too.