The field

The darkness of you mind whittles away like bark off of an old tree. The folds peel back. Much like the twiggy branches of a shrub or bush. They bend and separate as you push forward, your wide, shifting shoulders making short work of the vegetation.

When they finally peel away, your eyes are greeted with the picturesque shapes of fields, hills and meadows, as far as the eye can see. There is not an inch of ground not covered by lush grass or hedgerows, with the odd drystone wall to break things up. You feel the earth beneath your feet unlike you own. You feel the breeze against body hair you never new you had. Your ears flicker, catching the odd notes of birds and the tramping of hooves.

That's when you notice you are not alone here. You are completely surrounded by the shapely form of mature, beautiful mares. They seem oddly human, their equine faces showing expressions of admiration and realisation. They're looking at you.

These are your mares and you are the rutting stallion around here.

Two of these mares approach you, swishing hips and tails as they each grow smiles on their coy faces. Warmth floods to your face and knees, trailing down your spine into every crevice of your being as they come to your sides, holding their warm, curvy bodies against your strong, towering form. They giggle quietly, keeping you in close company as you walk through your field, feeling the adoring eyes of your harem on your brown, furry skin.

You are led to the middle of the lush, green field, into the presence of another mare. She looks rather familiar and after a few seconds you realise it. It's definitely Amanda. She blushes profusely, turning to face you, looking up into your eyes from her height.

The mares next to you trail away from you, leaving the two of you alone. Well, if you call the audience of the rest of the harem alone. She moves closer to you, her eyes gazing dreamily into yours as she presses herself against you. You feels her warm bosom, her caressing touch, her **** heat. She longs for you. She longs for her powerful stallion.

Feeling this magentic pull, you feel the radiating blush on her cheeks get nearer and nearer to your own. You tilt her head, parting your lips as you pull her into a deep, dominating kiss. She swoons, cooing your name. "Anon~<3"

Her pure, beautiful face succumbs to your ministrations as you feel her melt in your grasp. Finally.... Finally Amanda sees you for the true man you are. Or is it stallion now?

You feel the sensation become less and less intense, just as you start to feel something slip out between your legs. You hear Amanda's lustful moan and her weight finally landing on top of you as your prized dream dissolves into nothingness...