You awake with one hell of a hangover from last nights festivities. 6 shots of whisky probably wasn’t the best idea after those beers. Opening your eyes to surprisingly bright sunlight you block it out with your hand. After a few moments to collect your thoughts you realize two things. One your laying on a hard floor that feels like dirt and two it smells and sounds like your outside. Birds chirp all around you and the soft feel of grass caresses your uncovered arms and back.
Looking down at your body you realize that you have no shirt on but luckily your pants survived the party. Now that you’re no longer looking at the sky you notice just how odd your situation is. Rolling green fields spread out in every direction with a few tree here or there to break up the horizon. No matter where you look all you can see is vibrant grassy plains.
Closing your eyes again you think about who you will be killing once you get back home. Will it be Rob your crazy party addicted college friend or that sketchy dude. Who sold you those pills he claimed were ecstasy. Either way one of them is dead as soon as you get the energy to stand.
After giving yourself some time to allow the pounding headache to ease up a bit. You pull yourself into a sitting position. Scanning the horizon one more time you see nothing man made anywhere. Not a single telephone pole or one of those giant power cable tower things. Now you’re really annoyed that some asshole ditched you with literally nothing to find your way to civilization with.
Grunting in frustration you stand up steadying yourself as the world spins for a moment. Defiantly going easy on the sauce next time. If there is a next time first you need to get out of here wherever here is
Since nothing looks promising in any direction you decide to head to the closest tree. Some shade would be nice with how warm it is. You walk the few hundred yards to a large tree that provides plenty of cool shade for you to rest in. Sitting Indian style you watch the wind blow through the grass making its sway back and forth. The tree seems to be on a high point of this plain giving you a great view of the surrounding area. Not much catches your eye only a large mountain chain off to your left breaks up the monotony of the blue horizon.
After a short time staring off into the distance you notice something moving in your direction. At first its nothing but a couple of dots but as they get closer you can distingues color. Several black, white, and brown specks are headed in your general direction. You hope its some people out sight seeing or hunting really you don’t care as long as they find you.
When their within what you assume to be yelling distance you cup your hands over your mouth. Yelling as loud as you can your voice echo’s off into the distance. The dots stop and shuffle about for a moment. You yell again and watch as they group together. Frustrated you stand up. Yelling and waving your hands you finally think you’ve gotten their attention.
The dots seem to be moving a bit faster toward you but it’s still going to be a while before you can tell who or what they are. So you settle back down mainly to calm your rolling stomach and pouncing head. Lying on the cool grass your eyelids get heavy. Yawing you stretch your arms out and doze off content to wait for you rescuers to arrive.
Footsteps pull you from your light nap. Several what you hope are people are headed toward you pushing their way through to thigh length grass. Remain lying down since A your still pretty hungover and B your pretty comfortable where you are at the moment. Keeping an eye out you watch for someone to emerge from the grass that obscures most of your vision.
A horses head appears just above the grass it glances about its ears turning following the chirps of the birds and the insects. It look right past you toward the tree behind you before glancing over to another horse that has step forward next to it.
Then they do something that makes you second guess if you’re even awake yet, they speak. Its not English since you can’t understand a single word of whatever it is. Somehow you recognize it as one of those Native American languages you’ve heard in old westerns or on the history channel. Convinced that it’s the horses riders that are speaking you sit up startling the two of them and stunning yourself.
You blink your eyes as these creatures step away from you surprised. Instead of two horses you see two horse heads on rather attractive women’s bodies. The fur appears to cover all of them but that’s the only thing making it seem like they’re not naked. Not a single article of clothing cover their chests or groin. Exposing some very nice female attributes.
You stare at one another for several moments before one of them takes a hesitant step forward and speaks. She has Chestnut colored fur across her body with only a small diamond shape patch of white on her forehead. Her face is well shaped like a horses! Wide eyes, ears on top and a long muzzle the whole nine yards.
She repeats herself since you didn’t answer the first time as you were checking out her looks. She speaks in a rapid Native American accent again and points at you. Those pills that dude gave you were worth every penny.
She looks at her friends and they talk back and forth for several minutes while you just observer your surroundings. By now several more of these acid trip produced creatures have joined the others. They come in every color of horse you’ve ever seen, Black, white, different shades of brown, grey and mixes of all four.
You count fifteen in this group all of them female for some odd reason. They continue to speak among themselves for several minutes until a blonde colored mare steps to with arms reach of you. She smiles and speaks her native tongue again making an upward motion. Figuring she want you to stand you get up stumbling a bit as you do.
The blonde mare reaches out and helps you steady yourself. Her fur is soft and warm and you catch a faint whiff of her scent which smells like freshly cut grass. She smiles at you again and pats your shoulder before taking a step back.
She speaks again this time in a language that sounds like German! “Was ist ihr name?”
“Nein” you reply “I speak English not German horse lady”
“Sie Sprechen Englisch”? she says
“Yes I speak English, if that what you’re asking.” You respond to her with an exaggerated thumbs up “Man when the hell did my brain learn German? And why can’t I use it unless I’m high as a kite” you mutter aloud
“I’m confused” the mare says with a slight accent you can’t quiet place. It’s a mix between German and Native American “Why are you high like a kite?”
“That’s a bold question coming from the horse lady my drugged mind created. At least it made you guys sexy and naked I’m not bored anymore!” You say with a grin.
The yellow mare blushes and looks away smiling. “You find us attractive?”
“Hell yea! You have a sexy body and those horse heads are pretty cute as well. I’m loving this trip. Hey I wonder if I can feel you” Reaching forward you grab the yellow mares right breast and squeeze feel the soft fur covering an even softer lobe of flesh. Since this is a dream everything should go just fine!
Of course your brain seems to hate you.
The mare stumbles back surprised by our sudden touch. Her blush deepens. You can see it clearly through her fur now. One of the black mares steps toward you. You reach forward hoping to get another handful of tit. Suddenly A spear tip is pressed against your belly poking you just under your navel.
Several more of the mare’s advance on you, spears ready. You raise yours hands into the air attempting to show you mean no harm. They yell at you in their native tongue. Thrusting their spears violently in your direction. You take several steps back trying to give yourself some space. The spear tip that poked your stomach just a moment ago felt very real and the small cut it gave you stung sharply. Maybe this wasn’t a dream after all!
As you continue to retreat your foot catches on an exposed root making you lose your balance. You fall backwards the sky and tree branches above flash past your vision. Your head smacks into the solid trunk of the tree with a loud crack.
You fall to the ground head pounding and your vison starts to narrow. You can see several of the mares have rushed forward with concerned looks on their faces. The blonde furred mare kneels down next to you and strokes your face. She says something you can’t quite make out as your vision fades to black.
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