FUTA TAX (Patreon)

"Seriously, this is already too much," Ember yelled as she stormed into the room. The sound of her hooves hitting the floor could be heard in every corner of the apartment.

"What's going on now?" Fran asked as she heard her roommate's wailing.

“Oh, you want to know? Well now not only do I have to deal with discrimination for being a huge and sexy bull woman, but now I also have to pay a tax just for being how I am!”

"I don't think I understand what you mean," Fran said with a skeptical look. Ember often misunderstood things, and Fran was used to that, but she couldn’t fathom was Ember had gotten mixed up this time.

“It seems that now, we Futanaris have to pay a damn tax,” Ember protested, waving her four arms angrily. “I'm not against contributing to the country but I consider a 'FUTA tax' to be discriminatory.”

“FUTA tax? You mean the Federal Unemployment Tax Act?” Fran said.

“I have no idea what that means, but yes… that's what I mean,” Ember said. “We gotta do something. Maybe start a protest? Maybe go to town hall and show my mutant pride?"

“But Ember the FUTA tax is…” Fran sighed. She’d had a long day didn’t really have the time or patience for this right now. “You know, I think you're right. It's discriminatory. You should demand equality!” Fran said.

“Yeah, right?!” Ember said excitedly. “Should I bring a banner or something?”

“I think you should wear the smallest bikini you have. Use your body as your banner!”

"Yes, I will do that! God, you're a genius,” Ember said as she quickly undressed and slipped into a bikini that left nearly nothing to the imagination. Singing songs of protest, she gaily walked out the door.

Fran listened to her friend's footsteps walking down the hall. "Well, I'd better get ready to get Ember out of jail," Fran said to herself, stretching out all four of her arms as she went to get dressed.