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.
