Howling Across The Tracks (for Stasya T. Canine)
by Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo (christineindigo@juno.com)
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The wolf stumbled slightly as he carried his mate into the dining car.
"Oops, sorry Blanca. At least I didn't bump into the door frame, like we
did on our wedding night." He set her down, and they sat across from each
other at a white tableclothed
table. On the far side, against a wall, there was a bloodhound dealing
cards to a haggard-looking rottweiler and a pair of miserable-looking
mutts.

"Anthro, you're clumsy, but I still love you," said Blanca.

"Even after all of these years?"

"Yeah."

They were interrupted by the arrival of the waiter. Anthro waved the
offered menu away. "Lamb, and plenty of it. Oh, and a bottle of your
finest champagne--tonight is our twentieth anniversary."

"Congratulations. We don't see too many twentieth anniversary couples
these days."

After the waiter left, Anthro stared at Blanca for a while. It was easy,
he thought, to stay married to a lady as fine as the one that was sitting
in front of him that night. Not only was she his best friend and a
wonderful mother to their children, she was the sexiest lupine being he
had seen in his entire life. She tilted her head and smiled coquettishly
as he looked over her silver-tinged white fur, her pale pink tongue, and
the slanted blue eyes that betrayed a glimpse of her passionate nature.
They'd always liked making love in front of a mirror or a clear calm lake
so that they could enjoy the contrast between her pale fur and his
coal-black fur. His eyes moved from her face to her six breasts, almost
as full as they were when she was nursing, and he felt a spark between
his legs. Losing control, he growled and sank his teeth into her ruff.
Feeling a wave of disapproval, he opened his eyes and saw the bloodhound
staring at him, his eyes narrowed.

"What's the matter, you guys?" said Anthro. "Are you castrated, or
something?" The bloodhound growled a warning at him, and his eyes
saddened.

"Ah, shit. I'm sorry. Honey, let's take this party to a better room." His
voice lowered to a whisper. "Better luck next life, you four."


Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo, Roguelike/Interactive Fiction
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