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In the full year during which Stripes and Ian had been hooking up and half-dating, the young zebra twink had never visited the skunk’s apartment. They would usually meet up at Stripes’ place, in bars, coffee shops, or the various clubs and fuckspots the twink knew. This time though, the zebra had suggested Ian’s place, expecting the usual nice rebuttal, but the skunk had accepted. Stripes didn’t know what to expect. He knew the athletic skunk wore high-quality clothing and drove a pimping black sports car, so he expected something nice.
As they entered the loft, Stripes’ eyes darted left and right as he tried to play it cool, even though he was ragingly curious. The skunk acted casual, dropping his large leather trenchcoat on the back of the couch, and announcing he was going to make some coffee. The young horse responded with a vague “sure”, even though he didn’t drink coffee, and immediately started trotting around the large, modern apartment. The living room was vast, subtly decorated (mostly in tones of black and white), and also very clean. The zebra wondered how much time Ian actually spent here. The living room seemed mostly for show.
The zebra returned to the kitchen where the fishnet-clad skunk was preparing coffee, hugging Ian from behind and giving his package a squeeze. “Where’s the bathroom, mmh?” The skunk chuckled and gave him a few indications, and Stripes went off again down the hall, eyes, ears and nose open. He was fairly surprised to find two fully furnished, personalized bedrooms. He expected the skunk to have a bedroom and an office, for his “highly in demand consulting work”. He turned the second bedroom’s dimmer up a little, giving a look back in the hallway as he ventured inside. It didn’t smell like Ian here, and Stripes suddenly understood that against all that he assumed, Ian didn’t live alone.
The goth zebra walked to the closet, opening it wide. Girl clothes. Small, so she was fit. Fairly trendy, so she was young. The zebra felt himself getting a little jealous. He didn’t know what she looked like, and he was already imagining her having sex with the skunk. As he looked around the clothes, he heard the skunk rasping his voice and quickly tensed up, the hair on his neck spiked as he turned around. Ian was standing in the doorframe, holding a hot cup of coffee. Looking at the zebra twink in the eyes first, he then let his eyes wander around the room.
“Her name’s TJ. She’s my roommate.”
“Do you sleep with her?” was the first thing the zebra thought of asking, not thinking about how blunt it was, or how insecure it made him sound.
“Yeah” the skunk flatly replied, once again looking at the goth teenager in the eyes.
“I thought you were gay.”
“She thought I was straight too. Come on.”
Stripes closed the wardrobe and followed Ian out of the bedroom. He felt a little ashamed, perhaps a little mad at the skunk for staying so secretive. Ian sat down on the sofa and Stripes cuddled against his legs. The mood was weird, and the twink feared things had changed between Ian and himself. He shouldn’t have said he wanted to see the skunk’s apartment. Ian played it cool but he didn’t feel comfortable with it. The twink nudged his cheek against the older male’s knee, lowering his ears some. Maybe he should just leave…
His ears perked up again when he felt the skunk’s paw stroking his mane, making the young stallion have a soft unintentional murr. As Stripes stayed in place, Ian spoke.
“She’s just my roomate. We’ve been friends for a while, and what I do with her has no impact on what I think, or how I feel about you. We are not in love, we just sleep together. I think it’s a situation you can relate to as well.”
Stripes felt himself blush. He did have a crush on Ian, but it was hard to determine the line where great sex and true feelings met. He simply nodded, enjoying the caresses on his hair and ears, cuddling himself to the skunk’s legs a bit more. After a few minutes of silence, the zebra muttered,
“Do you wanna watch a movie? Something stupid, with explosions.”
Ian smiled, patting his young equine friend’s head.
“Check what’s on netflix while I order a pizza.”
This was commissioned by Ian as a gift at FE, when he realized that I really wanted something from Strype but that I had already reached my budget. It was really, really nice of him. Thanks Ian! :D
A cute picture of Ian and Goth Twink Stripes having a tender moment.
Sorry about the shitty scan, but apparently that blue crayon thing is specifically designed to make scanning and reproduction difficult. Dicks. D:
Ian ->
gothicskunk
Art ->
strype
PS: It's kinda confusing to be at Strype's table. Someone calls one of us and we're both like "what?". XD
As they entered the loft, Stripes’ eyes darted left and right as he tried to play it cool, even though he was ragingly curious. The skunk acted casual, dropping his large leather trenchcoat on the back of the couch, and announcing he was going to make some coffee. The young horse responded with a vague “sure”, even though he didn’t drink coffee, and immediately started trotting around the large, modern apartment. The living room was vast, subtly decorated (mostly in tones of black and white), and also very clean. The zebra wondered how much time Ian actually spent here. The living room seemed mostly for show.
The zebra returned to the kitchen where the fishnet-clad skunk was preparing coffee, hugging Ian from behind and giving his package a squeeze. “Where’s the bathroom, mmh?” The skunk chuckled and gave him a few indications, and Stripes went off again down the hall, eyes, ears and nose open. He was fairly surprised to find two fully furnished, personalized bedrooms. He expected the skunk to have a bedroom and an office, for his “highly in demand consulting work”. He turned the second bedroom’s dimmer up a little, giving a look back in the hallway as he ventured inside. It didn’t smell like Ian here, and Stripes suddenly understood that against all that he assumed, Ian didn’t live alone.
The goth zebra walked to the closet, opening it wide. Girl clothes. Small, so she was fit. Fairly trendy, so she was young. The zebra felt himself getting a little jealous. He didn’t know what she looked like, and he was already imagining her having sex with the skunk. As he looked around the clothes, he heard the skunk rasping his voice and quickly tensed up, the hair on his neck spiked as he turned around. Ian was standing in the doorframe, holding a hot cup of coffee. Looking at the zebra twink in the eyes first, he then let his eyes wander around the room.
“Her name’s TJ. She’s my roommate.”
“Do you sleep with her?” was the first thing the zebra thought of asking, not thinking about how blunt it was, or how insecure it made him sound.
“Yeah” the skunk flatly replied, once again looking at the goth teenager in the eyes.
“I thought you were gay.”
“She thought I was straight too. Come on.”
Stripes closed the wardrobe and followed Ian out of the bedroom. He felt a little ashamed, perhaps a little mad at the skunk for staying so secretive. Ian sat down on the sofa and Stripes cuddled against his legs. The mood was weird, and the twink feared things had changed between Ian and himself. He shouldn’t have said he wanted to see the skunk’s apartment. Ian played it cool but he didn’t feel comfortable with it. The twink nudged his cheek against the older male’s knee, lowering his ears some. Maybe he should just leave…
His ears perked up again when he felt the skunk’s paw stroking his mane, making the young stallion have a soft unintentional murr. As Stripes stayed in place, Ian spoke.
“She’s just my roomate. We’ve been friends for a while, and what I do with her has no impact on what I think, or how I feel about you. We are not in love, we just sleep together. I think it’s a situation you can relate to as well.”
Stripes felt himself blush. He did have a crush on Ian, but it was hard to determine the line where great sex and true feelings met. He simply nodded, enjoying the caresses on his hair and ears, cuddling himself to the skunk’s legs a bit more. After a few minutes of silence, the zebra muttered,
“Do you wanna watch a movie? Something stupid, with explosions.”
Ian smiled, patting his young equine friend’s head.
“Check what’s on netflix while I order a pizza.”
This was commissioned by Ian as a gift at FE, when he realized that I really wanted something from Strype but that I had already reached my budget. It was really, really nice of him. Thanks Ian! :D
A cute picture of Ian and Goth Twink Stripes having a tender moment.
Sorry about the shitty scan, but apparently that blue crayon thing is specifically designed to make scanning and reproduction difficult. Dicks. D:
Ian ->
gothicskunkArt ->
strypePS: It's kinda confusing to be at Strype's table. Someone calls one of us and we're both like "what?". XD
Category All / General Furry Art
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