It took you a few seconds to realize you'd been wrong on two counts. First, what you thought were sandals were really their hooves. Second, the second hand, wasn't a man at all, though their height and build had thrown you off. It was a woman, or rather a mare.
The shock of having two animal people on your doorstep was one thing, but it also slowly dawned on you that they were both naked. You found herself blushing at the sight of them.
With the overwhelming machine gun blitz of realization, it finally clicked that they were not the same kind of animal.
The man was a mustang stallion, the woman was a zebra.
Things would have simpler if like in cartoons, their fur covered their naughty bits. But instead, you see crystal clear the zebra's black nipples, and the stallion's shaft concealing his manhood.
You try to convince yourself that they're just body painters, but the fur is very clear to see, and isn't glued on. Their hooved legs move in ways no costume ever could. Their noses flare and their ears and ears dart about in ways no animatronic costume head could. Their bodies moves with toned muscles underneath. Their tails twitches, with no machine whirling and was no spring being heard.
You saw their fingers ended in armor, a opposable thumb, pinky, and two equally sized fingers. They were also both easily taller than you, and it wasn't just their long necks. The stallion had a black mane, a brown coat with white marks at the end of his muzzle and on his 'hands' and fetlocks. The zebra, of course, had a black and white stripped coat with a mohawk that ran down her back.
"Is there something wrong?" The zebra asked politely with an accent.
"Oh! Erm, we didn't think you were..."
"A mixed couple?" The mustang asked. The zebra glared at him for the tactless defensive remark.
"HUH!? WHAT?!" It slowly dawned on you what the mustang stallion meant putting an arm around his zebra wife. "No no no not at all!" You waved your hands defensively.
"Naturalists?" The zebra asked. "We have explicit legal permission to bare ourselves in public as long as we don't engage in lewd behavior." She informed you diplomatically. "Is that a problem?"
Confused and befuddled and not wanting to upset the big muscular equines before you, you respond, "No no no not at all! So uh... 'mixed couple', that an issue where you moved from?"
The stallion said, "My parents told me not to mix with 'her kind'. I married her anyway. Had to ask a Catholic priest to rather than our own church. No, I am not saying which one, I have lots of good friends who are a part of it and I am not sullying its good name because of my parents." He reached out his hoofed hand. "My name's Frank by the way."
"And I'm Bonnie!" The Zebra reached out her own hoof-hand. You noticed at last the two had exactly one piece of clothing a piece on them... their wedding rings, one with a horse shaped ruby, and the other with a zebra shaped diamond.
"I'm Amon." You reply politely and gingerly reach out and shake their hands. You feel a slight shock, you REALLY hope that was just the static charge from their fur and standing on the fuzzy welcome mat.
"Dear! Is it the new neighbors?" You hear your mother Whitney call.
"Uh, yeah, it is," you call back awkwardly.
Grace, your youngest sister, runs to the foyer to see her new neighbors. She skids to a halt at the sight of them. "Wow! We have ponies for neighbors!"
"Actually, I'm a horse, and my wife is a Zebra." Frank said kindly.
"Oh, okay!" Little Grace, at the age where the world still held plenty of happy surprises, did her imitation of a curtsy and said, "I'm Grace! Nice to meet you!"
"I'm Frank."
"I'm Bonnie, it's nice to meet you Grace. We just moved here. Sorry we couldn't come over before."
"Do you want to come in?"
"Is that fine with your mother?" Bonnie asked.
"I don't know if-" You begin to say.
Grace yells. "Mommy! Can our new neighbor, Frank and Bonnie come inside?!"
"Oh yes dear! I can't wait to meet them!"
Well, at least things couldn't get any crazier.
"Uh, how did you become..."
"Become what?" Bonnie asked clearly seeing nothing strange with being a zebra woman, and from the look on Frank's long face, it was the same with him.
"Uh, never mind."
You politely allowed Frank and Bonnie inside.