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Backseat Driving

By Televassi

I hurtled down the narrow ribbon of asphalt; wind whipping through my fur and the sun in my eyes. The smell of gasoline filled each breath and the thunder of the Mustang's 5.0L V8 rattled my bones.

I'd always pretended to like cars, but the roadtrip at least promised some spectacular scenery.

The desert surrounded me. Formless sands languidly stretched on and on, punctuated only by the occasional dried scrub. Even the towering, sandstone buttes looming on the horizon provided little interest. They weren't what I'd come to see.

I was interested in the horse sat in the driver's seat. I'd never understood Chey's fascination with getting oil over his clothes, but dating's about sharing things, and this was important to him.

Except we're not dating.

Yet.

I watched the stallion as his mane flapped about in the wind. He was humming along to that famous Blue Oyster Cult song, filling in for the radio's patchy reception.

Chey was a strapping stallion in all senses. Tall. Well-built. Definitely well-defined, though perhaps a bit on the slim side. He cultivated that proud mustang heritage; wearing his mane natural and free. His eyes were wild and bright, never lingering anywhere without a purpose. I'd seen him in just his pants and I tell you, he had alluring, subtle curves, perfect hips, and shapely, rounded flanks that begged for my attention. I loved the contrast; his bold, wild, macho exterior, and his androgenous, dare I say, effeminate body. Sadly he never chose to share the latter.

I went on this trip with him hoping he'd open up more, but Chey however was enamoured with the scenery - his heritage. I did my best to show interest, but driving down a straight line of tarmac that stretched from horizon to horizon didn't feel like retracing the past. It was an ungly scar that carved up an otherwise pristine wilderness; it spoke of subjugation rather than homage.

But I didn't blame Chey. This trip was his thing. He'd got a bit of money for his 21st, and rather than spend it on a party, he wanted to take a trip through the desert. It sounded to me like he wanted to 'find himself', but he didn't appreciate it when I joked that I'd already 'been through the desert on a horse with no name.'

Understandably, he skipped America's song when it played on the radio.

AnywayChey hadn't figured out why I'd sat cross-legged for most of the trip. Instead of realising that he made me hard, he read it as disinterest. The fact I denied it only wound him up more."Go on, tell me at least you enjoyed that?" Chey said, putting the car into neutral as he pulled off onto the dust at the side of the road. Dusk was beginning to settle across the valley; a desert rose who's pale blush bloomed across the entire sky. The red monoliths stood resolute against the heavens, unmoved in their ageless witness to the passage of time. I wondered how many lovers they'd seen pass by and whether they had any advice for me.

"Yes... but don't you get bored of the driving?" I answered Chey. "I mean, you've been driving in a straight line at a steady fifty-five for hours."

"You're telling me," he yawned, stretching his arms, resting one around the back of my seat, lingering just above my shoulders. I wished he'd bring it down around me. "I had to pull over because I was falling asleep." He shivered, but instead of holding me, he reached across me to the backseat, his coarse horse-fur bristling against me. I kept my legs clenched _firmly_together, hoping he'd hurry up and stop rummaging around back there-

"Could've said excuse me," I blurted out, grinning as he threw on his khaki hoodie.

Yes I know; khaki! But it didn't matter that I wasn't making his clothing choices yet. Finally, after days of tension, he was making his move!

"Could've moved out the way," he countered. He was definitely teasing. He had to be!

"Could've rented a car with more room." I smiled, gently holding his forearm.

"Could've not brought you along." He flinched, snatching his arm away.

We sat in silence for a while.

I ran through all the things I could've said instead.

The sun set. The desert took on a deep blue hue. In the starlight it was pure and absolute, like we had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. The hiss and tick of the cooling engine died. There was only the silence of the desert, the mournful yowl of a coyote, and the heavy breathing of the horse beside me.

He sounded angry.

He sounded upset.

"Sorry... this was a mistake," I confessed. "You should've brought someone else."

Chey didn't reply immediately.

"Yeah, well you weren't exactly my first choice," he sighed. "But you were the only one who said yes."

"Who did you ask?"

"Tina, Sally, Lucy..."

"Chey,"I gulped. It was a risk, but I had to tell him. "They're just interested in who can give them the best snap for the summer-"

"And that sunset and these stars wouldn't?" He muttered, chewing his tongue. He'd slouched down in his seat, hoodie thrown up over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Even when he seemed like he was about to rear and kick, he looked cute, that slightly too slender head of his protruding from his soft hoodie.

Those girls never passed Chey as a stud. Too sensitive, too caring, slightly too effeminate. But even if he didn't admit it, I didn't want him to keep chasing girls who weren't interested in him. They didn't care. Not like I did - I got the same pleasure from seeing him smile as I did picturing him naked.

I frowned, my curly tail bristling behind me.

"Well, you didn't have to bring me along. You could have done this yourself," I sighed. If this was the end, at least he wouldn't be hurting. I tried to soothe myself by repeating that.

"No. I couldn't," Chey shrugged.

"Please," I pleaded. "Tell me, why?"

"You're single-"

My heart quickened

"-so I thought we could go out-"

and my ears rose.

"-and help hook each other up."

I uncrossed my legs.

"Chey, if I was looking to hook up with _any_guy, I'd just use whatever the latest app is," I sighed. "I'm sure you could've used whatever it is for girls."

"I prefer this way." He gulped, flicking his mane off his face so I could see his eyes. "Besides, we didn't find any success at any of the bars we visited anyway." He fiddled with the keys, still lodged in the ignition. He hadn't even tried to pull at the bars; every night he was only interested in talking to me. "Well... if I turn back and... drive through the night I can avoid another day's charge for the car," he stammered, starting the engine. He chewed his lip nervously as if it were a bridle.

"That's it?" I asked. "You want to just call it?"

"Well... er... um... yeah." He sighed. Even in the darkening twilight, the bulge in his pants was quite obvious. For the second time tonight I thought I was certain of what Chey wanted, but this time, I'd need him to ask for it.

So I changed tack.

"I'm sorry you didn't manage to hook up with anyone."

"It's okay, I guess they thought we were a couple." Chey 'sighed' again.

Okay, just say it!

"Well,sorry..." I didn't actually wish to apologise for that, but I needed him to be honest with me.

"It's_okay_..." He mirrored my tone.

He really was nervous.

"Time to hit the road," I began, hoping that would force him to say what he wanted. "It's a long trip back, as you say."

He didn't reply, but the way he languidly turned the keys in the engine made me think. Maybe he wasn't going to say it, maybe he wanted me to take the lead?

"Don't worry, I'll help keep you awake. After all... it's not fair if one of us has to stay up all night." I smiled slyly, making sure Chey knew it was an invitation.

The mustang smiled back as he slotted the car into first gear, snorting as the engine rumbled into life. He spun the wheel, tyres stirring up a cloud of dust as we skidded round off the dirt onto the asphalt, the sort of move you do to impress your girl. However, when we hit the road, the tyres gave the faintest squeal, barely even burning rubber. He'd never made that mistake. He definitely was nervous. Which meant...

He_definitely_wanted me.

I reached across and grabbed at Chey's waist. Pulling off his shorts was easy. Under the starlight his short fur bristled as the cool night air wafted over his, thick and sizeable, contours. A real waste to think my stud had only chased after girls.

"Hey! Let me just pull over-"

I silenced Chey by burying my muzzle firmly between his legs, my tail wrapped around the gearstick, preventing him from taking us out of gear. I felt his legs tense as I pressed the black button of my snout against his balls. Large, smooth, leathery, and so thick. He smelled wonderfully; the hint of the light, faint brush of hay taking the slightest temper of his moreish equine maleness.

"Look, d-dude!"

I didn't pay attention. I knew he loved it. I was just getting that wild, red-blooded mustang nature all riled up. Chey stamped his hoof and snorted, pawing the against the footwell. A thick vein thread across his balls pulsed, on cue. A faint bead of pre glistened in the starlight as it leaked from his cock.

"It's okay," I whispered into him, forgetting the roar of the engine and the whistle of the wind. My need made me louder. "You can tell me to stop." I paused, looking up at him. "Any time."

"I'm just so b-blue-b-b-balled," he stammered. He chewed his lip again, wincing as realised he couldn't say the right words.

But I wasn't here to make him say he was gay. I was going to love him.

"Keep us on the road," I nodded, staring up into his eyes. His lengthening cock flopped over my muzzle with a satisfying thump as he continued to spill out of his sheath. Oh believe me, I wanted him to bury that flare deep underneath my tail, sink his cock inside me, all the way past his medial ring, but that would be too much for his first time. Besides, I promised him that I'd keep him awake on the long drive home.

I had a lewd idea.

"Put us in cruise control." I smiled. "Push your seat back all the way." I eyed up the footwell. There was enough space for me to squeeze in, which would give me better access to him.

Chey slid his seat back with a loud click, hesitating as he took his hooves away from the brakes. But it was past midnight and not a single pair of headlights shone from the road ahead for miles.

I climbed across, making sure I didn't catch on the gearstick or hit the wrong pedal. It was a little bit cramped, but Chey's strong, powerful legs flanked me on either side, caressing my firmly. He made me feel safe.

Now I had unfettered access to him. I gazed up at his twitching cock, sighing as it demanded soft lips and a warm muzzle with every bead of pre. I reached up and held his balls, rubbing them gently, feeling their weight, feeling them tense. I lifted them, revealing the smooth, furless ridge of his taint. I licked my lips, panting with anticipation. I just needed Chey to make one final adjustment...

"Stand up for me, will you?"

"What?" Chey frowned.

I lost caution at that point.

"Trust me, you'll like this." I grinned, but any confidence I felt evaporated as I waited for his reply.

Too far. Way too far, eating his ass on your first date...

But the horse stood up for me. I ducked my head between his legs, spinning around so my muzzle pointed up, below his lifted, silky tail...

"This is how I be a backseat driver!"

He hesitated, but I was so far gone. There was his butt, magnificently shadowed in the night. I pushed my muzzle up and gave him a long lick with my flat canine tongue, slavering him from his balls all the way to the base of his tail. And oh, how he _shivered_when I dragged tongue across his plump, virgin tailhole.

"Ooooh..." He cooed, sighing with pleasure.

I went to work glazing him, deliberately keeping my motions varied so he couldn't anticipate my next move. I ran my tongue in circles across his twitching rim. Clockwise, anticlockwise. I did everything. I kissed his hole, I pushed my tongue up against him. And I felt every twitch and tremor. I wanted to blow his mind, I wanted to make him realise all the fun he'd been missing out on with me.

So I pushed my tongue inside him, wriggling it as much as I could. The car swayed side to side gently, just like the mustang riding me. Cradling his powerful legs in my arms, I felt his thighs tense as he moved, guiding my tongue deeper towards his most sensitive spot.

"Hey Sesi... are all huskies," he whinnied, "such sluts?"

I gave gave a muffled, slurpy reply.

The tyres screeched as we swerved off the road. At first I thought we'd crashed, but Chey unclipped his seatbelt and threw the door open, pulling me out of the car with him. His hooves clapped loudly on the stones as he kicked up clouds of dust, his erect cock swinging in front of him in the moonlight, a long rope of pre swinging from his head.

The stallion bent me over the bonnet of the car, ripping my sorts down from my hips.

"No underpants?" Chey huffed, lining his cock up with my hole. He didn't even wait to claim me. I gave a little whimper when he sunk past his medial ring. He snorted, biting me on the neck. I gave a satisfied growl and thrust back against, returning the favour as he leaned over to kiss me.

"Wait - wait!" I panted, flattening my ears. "Are you sure you want to do this? We won't get the car back before another charge."

Chey paused, looking down as his thick cock sunk deeper into me.

"That's fine." He grinned. "I'd rather play it safe than deal with such a dangerous backseat driver?" He kissed me on the lips and sunk into the hilt.