I escaped with Unicorn and we rode off away from Uncle, but then a storm forced us out of the woods and into a barn for shelter. I soon realized we weren't alone. More
I escaped with Unicorn and we rode off away from Uncle, but then a storm forced us out of the woods and into a barn for shelter. I soon realized we weren't alone.
This story is a mirror of "Girl, Don't Ride The White Horse 3" by my own pseudonym Rosario Satana. The changes have made this story paranormal/fantasy.
All characters are depicted as over the age of eighteen. No blood relation is intended. Does not contain sex with naturally-occurring animals.
Something was messing with my hair. I swatted at it, annoyed. It happened again, pulling my hair hard enough to hurt my scalp. I sat up in alarm.
Unicorn was sound asleep about a foot away from me. I turned around and saw the head of a horse just inches from my face. Thinking the horse was just curious about me, I reached out my hand to touch its nose. The horse snorted and immediately knocked me down to the ground.
The fall shocked me into silence, but when I felt something hard poking me, I came to my senses and called out for Unicorn. I crawled on hands and knees away from the other horse.
Blindly groping around, I grabbed onto what felt like Unicorn’s hoof. “Help me!”
He didn’t do anything, he just stood still. And then it was too late.