My Not-So-Little Pony [Midnight x Citrillic]

“If you don’t stop making a fuss I will stick a bullet right through your head, you hear me?”

Those were the words that silenced the enraged stallion that just seconds ago was bucking around wildly in a mad attempt to escape his captors. The centaur stood well over 6 feet tall, not including the majority of his human half that was quite higher up than most people in the barn. His fur was a nice shade of dark gray that faded out to white as it reached his black hooves hidden but thick white fetlock feathers. The horse body of the man was quite impressive, thick muscles were well defined from front to back. His human half was no less stellar. He had the same wavering colors on his skin as he did with the rest of his body. His carved muscles and almost Adonis like figurine complimented by the ray skin that turned white towards his fingers as well as his hair which was as white as the tuffs of fur on his feet. The hair fell past his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders, making up for what would naturally be the mane of the horse by falling just a little over his horse back. This body was currently being tied down in restraints, garnished by a black semi-quarter saddle made specifically show-offy with gems of various shades of dark blue. To match the saddle, his hair was braided and tied neatly with a dark ribbon to give him a less mangled-looking appearance.

Dark blue eyes grazed over the room, glaring over at everyone as they pushed, pulled, and rudely shoved hands where they weren’t needed at all in order to “prepare” him for what looked to be a show-case of some sort. He was decorated with new horseshoes, which hurt like a bitch, and every bit of him was scrubbed clean and trimmed down as if he was about to be put on a store line for some little girls toy pony collection. He felt emasculated, humiliated, and enraged that he fell under the tricks of these humans. He used to be a free stallion, and now here he was… waiting to be some rotten human’s play-thing. A more finely dressed man, the person who had bought him, looked around at his fellow workers with a satisfied look.

“This should be good enough to present. Just remember the bow and to chain him down so he doesn’t run off before my precious sons sees him,” the man ordered, handing over a large black bow to one of them. Then he left the barn and the workers quickly finished up, locking him down by the hooves and sticking the big bow on the top of the saddle. After double-checking everything, the workers soon left, leaving the horse waiting for whomever this “son” was. Eyre looked around the barn which actually wasn’t empty. Some average horses were each in their own stables, looking at the man with disinterest or eating away at some hay left out for them. He sneered, looking down at the chains, feebly attempting to see if he could move any. He could bring his hoof about three or four inches from the ground before a hard yank was made as the chain couldn’t lift any higher. With a groan, Eyre could do nothing but wait there helplessly, but given the chance he wasn’t going to play easy to get.

Lord Zachary was a young man who had just turned eighteen, and as such was being gifted a rather 'expensive' horse as a present, with the expectation that he'd train the beast and enter him in dressage contests, or contests of a similar ilk. Zachary himself wasn't too keen, not having much interest in the subject considering how he'd often seen the horses being 'trained', but lacked the courage to speak up and instead could only accept the gift with a forced smile.

On orders from his mother, he'd been dressed in semi-formal clothing, his long blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail with a navy blue ribbon to match his suit. Navy blue was one of the family colours, which was fairly obvious from how his parents would garb everything in that colour.

His servant lead him to the barns where his new present was being held. He wasn't supposed to know what it was, but a maid had let it slip earlier in the week what was planned to arrive, so he had to remember to look surprised and grateful, despite what his actual thoughts were on the whole matter. Being the only son of a very rich and important Lord was trouble sometimes.

There was a small fanfare from the servants and workers milling around the outside of the barn as he entered, some of them wishing him a belated happy birthday and bowing politely, while closer friends of his father would come up and pat him on the shoulder. He greeted them each in turn, shaking their hands before walking inside where his father stood beside the stable that he presumed his 'gift' was kept.

The greying man greeted Zachary with a warm smile and another pat on the back. "I hope you like your present, my boy. We're expecting to compete in the gala next month!" He practically boomed, finally opening the stable door to show off the gift.

The man had contemplated trying to break free from the metal rings around his hooves, contemplated making a run for his freedom. However, the one thing that held him back was the thought of the men waiting for him, gun in hands, ready to shoot him if he tried. He wasn't exactly keen on the idea of dying just yet so he was just going to have to swallow all of his pride for now and wait for his opportunity. He could hear the faint sound of chatter coming from outside the barn, which only meant that the supposed birthday boy must've arrived. His ears perked up and his blue eyes locked on the barn door as it began to move, filling the otherwise silent barn with a long creaking noise of old metal hinges. Then, the barn filled with a light that just seemed so blinding to Eyre he couldn't help but flinch.

Once his eyes adjusted, he looked over to see what were quite a few party guests, the same old faced man, and a young boy standing among them all. The boy definitely looked like a little sailor with his blonde hair all tied back, but who was he to talk? He just got a horrendous make-over courtesy of these ridiculous people. He wasn't some damn pageant horse. He was half-human too! He had feelings and thoughts and dreams! None of which involved partaking in such humiliating activities such as braided hair, glammed out saddles, and the stupid bows and ribbons. So he didn't greet the boy with a very happy expression. No, it was more like an expression of seething rage and disgust. He pulled once again, trying to kick his feet a bit to hopefully prove that he wasn't at all going to go easy on the boy. He was meant to be a wild animal, not someone's pet.

With his father looking proudly at him, eyes flicking between the horse and the boy, Zachary could do nothing but step closer, feeling very nervous and hesitant.

The horse, if he could be even called that, was a very grand looking creature. Tall, powerful, muscular, hardly suited for a pageant life, perhaps more for life in the fields or farmhouses. But the blonde wouldn't complain, that would be far too rude. He'd perhaps make a comment later on out of earshot from his family, but right now they were all looking expectantly at him, waiting for his thanks.

A bright and fake smile spread across his lips, and Zachary turned to his father to speak. "He's wonderful, thank you very much, Father."

His father beamed, walking over and smacking the horse man harshly on the flank in a supposedly good natured gesture. "Be sure to train this one well, I'll be expecting to you compete in the next show and I'll accept no less than you being in the top three."

"Of course, Father." The young man nodded, turning his weary eyes back to his 'gift', who simply looked annoyed at him. He couldn't blame the creature, or should he call him a man? He wasn't sure how to react at all.