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It's just a cute little vignette that I wrote when I saw two pictures that Seth kindly drew for me during a private conversation.
Maybe this story will be expanded or rewritten, but now I'm just wondering what you think about it.

"Contemplating Foxtaurhood".
The evening had already come and the day had ended safely, so Mark, enjoying a free minute, sat down on a spacious, adapted for the needs of taurs sofa, Emily lay down next to him.
The man, pulling and hugging his wife with a slight smile, sat silently stroking her straight blond long hair.
"Tell me, would you like me to be human?" Asked suddenly Emily.
"You are already very beautiful." Lazily replied the man.
"But still?" Emily did not give up.
"Well, if you were a human woman - this would solve some issues, - although I would hardly treat you in any other way."
"I understand ..." Emily nodded sadly.
"And what do you understand? But you tell me, - you would like me to be a foxtaur, I would be a big and orange male, and I would have four legs, I would go without pants - and I would also have a big, thick and fluffy tail ...
Just imagine this picture - your husband would have a big, huge orange tail, and you would have to take a brush and comb it in each morning before work..."
Emily giggled closing her eyes, covering her muzzle with her hand.
"You see, we are what we are, why think about what we cannot change? Or maybe I will compromise, and I will grow myself a beautiful and fluffy orange tail in a human form?"
Emily laughed loudly and answered a little calmer.
"No, everything suits me."
"What a happiness it is that we met..." Suddenly said the man, stroking the head of his wife. "That we did not miss each other in eternity, and that I have such a wonderful wife..." But then he heard soft sobs.
"Well, why are you crying?" Mark asked Emily.
"I'm not crying." Sobbing replied the woman.
"Come here, let's just sit like this together until you calm down..." Sanders hugged his wife, hugging her even harder. Emily nodded briefly and hid her face in her husband's shirt.
The evening went on.
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"Emily, my dear come here, he made you cry again?" Mystery went over and stroked Emily's head.
"No, all is good." Smiled foxtaur vixen.
"I'm just happy..."

(continuation possible)

Please note that my story is in the process of being written, and most of these small fragments that I published are not in chronological order. So when I finish my plans I will try to put everything in order.

The story and all characters belong to me Marksan
Chakat Universe belongs to  Goldfur
And the wonderful drawings are kindly made for me by  sethtriggs For which I am very grateful for his help - because without his vision and pictures I would never have been able to tell this story.
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