/lit/ - Literature

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Darian walked through a gate and up to a well-lit townhouse. Two other furries stood in the yard, talking to each other; both were also dressed as horses, but merely two-toned, not rainbow. One saw Darian approach. "Who loves ya, baby?" one called out. Darian's only response was a loud bark; he quickly ascended the staircase and knocked on the door. The red-and-blue horse turned to the green-and-brown one. "Well, *that* was uncalled for."
Richard swallowed hard and emerged from the shadows. The two anthropomorphic horses watched him as he approached. "Whoa, cool! Great idea!" one cheered. The other reached out to touch him as he passed. "Mmmm...so soft. I'll be up in a few minutes." Richard's stomach clenched as if he had eaten rancid raw clams served on a dirty ashtray with a hair on it. He raced up the stairway and knocked on the door.
It opened to reveal a tall, burly figure swaddled in a pastel horse outfit, but unlike the others he had seen tonight, the face was visible. His eyes lit up as he saw Richard. "Wow! It's not common to see someone dressed up as the hippo." He threw Richard a sly look. "So where the foal that's supposed to be riding you?"
Richard felt a titanic chill wash over him; either he was going into heatstroke, or he had never been more terrified in his life.
The door sentry suddenly laughed. "Hey, it's OK...you don't have to be Master Blaster. Come on in!" He stepped aside and made room; Richard felt a blast of air conditioning hit him. The reptilian portion of his brain, concerned only with basic survival, animated his legs and dragged him inside.
The living room overflowed with full-sized adults in horse costumes. Well over half of the headdresses revealed the face; Richard didn't see a single female among them. He also couldn't understand why it was just horses; was it a special themed night? Were they really that mindlessly conformist? And why were they merely chatting with each other? It seemed suspiciously innocent.