This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Colt's Night Out
Happy birthday, colt!
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
Madoc snorted and shook his head, nostrils flaring. Blindfolded with his wrists lashed together in the back seat of his mare's car, there was little he could do to discern their path. The most the stallion could tell of their location was that they were in the car going pretty fast...probably on the motorway from the lack of variance in the road. The window was open, allowing a lick of cold air to caress his coat, and he shivered, shrinking from it despite the sharpness it gave his mind. It had been growing dark when they'd left, an orange sunset blending with the sweet sway of night, and he had no idea how late it was anymore. How long had he even been in the car?
The stallion trembled. His ears twitched to catch the sound of Amethyst swivelling around in her seat, her fingertips grazing his knee for a split second. He huffed and arched his neck, moving to her - yet she was already gone, her attention presumably back on the road.
"Ah, but that would spoil the surprise, colt."
He groaned and rolled his eyes, though he knew she couldn't see with the blindfold covering half his face. Amethyst chuckled, turning down the radio so that they could speak. Madoc shifted and grumbled, tail trying to flick against the car seat. Everything was different this time. He never usually rode in the back - not at all! He twitched his ears, turning his head from left to right as if he could work out where they were going if only he concentrated hard enough.
A brush of her fingertips on his leg drew his attention and he again leaned forward, aching for more of her touch only to have it pulled away just as swiftly. The stallion swung his head away, folding his arms. What game was she playing? The tingle in his sheath told him that he wasn't particular against it, at the very least.
"Don't worry, hun, we're almost there and all." He could almost hear her grinning. "Don't worry, it's gonna be fun."
Folding his arms, the equine sat back, seatbelt crossed across his chest and hip, dapples showing down the line of his arm. His grey coat no doubt glimmered in the gloom, conditioned to a sheen that he maybe should have been a little more concerned about than he was, considering his attention to detail when it came to the appearance of his coat, mane and tail. Madoc snorted. It was going to be 'fun'? Hadn't she said that before? And didn't he know how this one went already?
"Is it really that much of a secret where we're going?" He demanded cockily, a smirk on his lips. "We're heading down to see friends again, aren't we? You did the same last year. You know you can't pull the same trick twice, right?"
He laughed, throwing his head back as the winter chill nipped at his coat through the open window. Amethyst only chuckled in return, the chirp of the indicator blinking into existence as the vehicle slowed.
"Oh, colt, you are in for a surprise indeed if you think that's where we're going."
Madoc frowned.
"Oh, come on, I'm sure of it this time. Where else would we be going this late? Aren't we going to do drinks and pizza again?"
"Mm...sort of. Next weekend. I wouldn't deny you that, sweetie, trust me."
He pricked his ears.
"Then why aren't you trying to keep it a surprise?"
"Because this is the real surprise, not hanging out with everyone next weekend and having our usual laughs. That's good too, but this...this is something special."
She paused and his shoulder bumped into the window as she wove the car down what felt like a smaller road, something windier than the long, straight stretch they'd previously been driving along. The stallion's brow furrowed and he nosed at his bound paws, tempting to pull at the knot with his teeth. But he had to admit that part of him was curious as to what the red mare had up her sleeve. He grinned. He'd learned long ago that she always had one more trick left and, well, there hadn't been a 'trick' yet that he had not enjoyed either.
"Don't worry, colt, we're here now." The car drew to a stop, engine thrumming softly. "All will soon be revealed."
He inhaled sharply, turning his ears to catch the sounds as Amethyst stepped out of the car, groaning as she evidently stretched her arms above her head, working out the kinks of the drive. He knew her routines by now.
The door beside him opened and a familiar paw closed around his forearm, guiding him from the car. Obediently, he followed, throwing his hooves out to stand on a gravelly surface, which shifted slightly beneath him.
"One more thing. You're not quite ready to go in - looking as you are, that is."
Madoc shook his head, about to ask what on earth she was talking about, just as a slip of leather pushed over his nose, metal squares cool behind the line of his lips. He tilted his head, trying to work out just what exactly was being put on his face as another leather strap flipped over the top of his head just behind his ears.
And then reality dawned.
He shivered. A head collar. It was a head collar. Just like what the four-legged horses wore when they were being led from field to stable or wherever else. His cock throbbed, tip pushing out from his sheath to press against the interior of his boxer-briefs. He only hoped Amethyst did not notice. Not this time.
The mare giggled, finger on his nose to guide him.
"Head down, colt."
Breathing shallowly, he allowed her to buckle the head collar around his head, sheath plumping. She didn't say anything more as she clipped what had to be a lead rope to the ring beneath his chin, tugging it lightly as she set off in god knows what direction.
His cheeks burned. Surely nothing bad could come of him being led around in public, but it wasn't exactly kosher either! Someone would give them funny looks, that much was certain.
It was only a minute or two of walking along in companionable silence, however, before his hooves hit something solid. He stumbled, only caught by her steadying paw on his shoulder. He stood still, a glimmer of brighter light seeping in under the bottom edge of the blindfold. Amethyst tapped his thigh with something long and thin, rapping the fabric of his trousers flat against the muscle of his leg.
"Out of these. Now."
Madoc balked, nostrils flared.
"I'm not stripping off in a car park!" He swallowed. "If that's even where we are."
Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Amethyst undid his belt for him, letting his jeans fall slack around his hips. Madoc whined and shook his head, though there seemed to be little he could do about the impending situation.
"No, you don't need these. Trust me. Step out of them now."
Pinning his ears back, Madoc grumbled under his breath and wriggled his hips, pushing his jeans down as much as he could with his bound paws. They fell around his fetlocks and he gingerly stepped out of them, the tip of his shaft pushing out against his boxer-briefs. Amethyst giggled.
"There's a good colt. Come now."
She tugged the lead rope, leading him forward as a door creaked open. He pricked his ears, sound washing over him. He pulled on the rope, voices clamouring on all sides - how soundproof had that bloody door been? - and jerked his head up high, a whinny on his lips. Smoothing the flat of her paw down his neck, his mistress calmed him, lacing her fingers through his silvery mane.
Madoc snorted, eyes rimmed with white even though the blindfolded was clapped securely over both. Just where the hell were they? He leaned into Amethyst, tail flicking anxiously. He couldn't deny the throb of his cock, however, excitement tingling beneath the surface.
The mare tapped his nose.
"Eyes closed."
Madoc swallowed, bobbing his muzzle just the once as Amethyst removed his blindfold. The room thrummed with noise and it sounded as if he was standing in the middle of a crowded bar, energy and heat pulsing through the air as too many bodies pressed into a space too small for them. A knife made quick work of the rope binding his wrists and he rubbed the spots where the rope had pulled, drawing a sensitive line through his coat down to the skin. He wondered why she'd thought to bring a knife out with her, dipping his chin down to his chest as he swallowed surreptitiously.
"Shirt and underwear off too, colt."
He inhaled deeply and tried not to think about what he was doing, the voices around him, as he complied. His shirt was easiest to begin with and he dragged it off over his head with a nervous nicker, shifting his weight from hoof to hoof. Long tail flicking against the backs of his legs, he took a second deep breath, steadying himself the best he could, and pushed down his underwear quickly. Madoc stepped out of the discarded boxer-briefs so slowly that it was as if he was hoping to be told that he could put them back on and stood uncertainly, resisting the urge to cover himself with both paws. His sheath tingled and he groaned inwardly. His tip wasn't poking out...was it? He nipped his bottom lip. His sheath felt full - too full.
