Yes, Sir.

Smirking, 'I didn't know a horse could smirk' the horse turns and starts heading in the direction of town. "Follow."

"H-hey wait, I'm still naked!" You call out as you follow his muscular hindquarters out of the barn.

"I don't care."

"But how will we get hired as adventurers if I walk in there nude." You state indignantly.

"Fine, go take those clothes hanging up on the line."

"What sort of adventurer wears a ratty farmer's dress and no underwear?" you protest again.

"You do. Go." The horse states flatly, his piercing gaze once again fixed upon you. You start wallking towards the clothesline immediately, rationalizing that it sure is better than walking into the adventurer's tavern nude.

You pull on the sundress, finding it to be in good condition but surprisingly tattered and revealing. Looking up, your new unicorn companion is already halfway across the fields, walking at a pace too fast for a human. You feel a sudden emptiness as the dark beast gets further and further away, a tugging at your mind to follow, to never leave the side of the sleek, powerful creature in your view.

You run after the unicorn, your bare feet trampling dirt and pack animal dung alike as you lose track of everything else in the whole world for a moment. Eyes fixed on his flank; you run faster and harder than you have in your life.

You're extremely out of breath when you finally catch up. The horse slows but gives no sign that it might let you ride or even lean on it for support. You notice that he looks like any old horse of fine stock. A pensive silence ensues as you follow the magical creature through the streets of your hometown, heading towards the adventurer's tavern.

"It will rain tonight." the deep voice states "You'll go in and grab us a spot in the stables tonight after you sign up as an adventurer.

"Oh! I'll need my money!" you exclaim. "and I bet Melissa is real worried about me by now. We just have to stop by the church on the way over." you say, cheering up at the thought of your friend and maybe wearing some more normal clothes.

You start to walk down an alleyway in the direction of the church. Suddenly, a tug hits your mind stopping you in your tracks. It's clearly coming from your new horse companion, you can feel his will asserting itself over your actions. His voice rings strong in your head.

"Ah, ah. I don't think so." A sadistic tint enters his confident voice all ringing stronger in your mind. "Get me a nice stable first, I need to be groomed and fed."

The horse' will feels like a solid wall in your mind, but, you think you could muster the power to break through and continue to the church. How angry would the horse get? You figure he'd have to come along anyway, you're tied together now after all.

Another very concerning part of your psyche is encouraging you to submit to the equine's will, promising feelings of reward.