You come to. Opening your eyes, you're confused to see that you aren't in the fields, but in a forested meadow. What's more, the sky is dark, and the clouds are starting to turn pink and golden yellow. You lift up your arm to look at your wrist watch. 7am. 'Shit.' you think to yourself, 'I've been out cold all day and night.' Frost covers the tall grass blades hanging over your head. 'Wait a minute...I've been asleep all night in my shorts and t-shit? When it was cold at night? Then why am I so warm?'
A soft nicker on your right catches your attention. You look over, and there, sitting curled up next to you, with it's head lifted up and looking down at you, is a big Clydesdale. The first live one you've layed your eyes on. You reach up and stroke it's soft, pink snout. 'It's real!' Another nicker on your left make you turn your head. Another Clydesdale is sitting curled up next to you, and looking down at you too.
"So," you say to the two horses as you stroke both their soft pink noses, "You two have been keeping me warm all night, haven't you?" Seemingly in response, the two horses nudged your hands with their noses. "Thanks guys. You're life savers."
You sit up, your sweaty clothes rigid from being out in the cold. You put your face in your hands, a major headache suddenly hitting you. "I've definitely suffered from heat stroke." Then you realize, "You two must've saw I was in trouble and dragged me here under the trees, right?"
The two horses seemed to answer your question by nodding their heads up and down. Both of them stand up, and shook themselves of the moisture that had accumulated on their coats overnight. You could tell that they were both mare's, as they both had udders instead of ballsacs. But the horse on your left had the biggest udder you've ever seen on a horse. Her udder was probably about as big as the average cows udder. Just the size of it turned you on.
The horse on your right trotted off into the meadow, where you see that there is a whole herd of Clydesdales grazing on the freshly frosted tall grass. The mare with the larger udder watched as her friend joined the others. She flicked her beautifully long tail side to side, and then lowered her head, nudging you in the back with her snout. You look up, and the mare looks over her shoulder.
"You want me to follow you, huh?" The mare blinked. "Wonder what your name is," you say as you stand up. The mare turned around and started walking away from the herd. "Maybe I should call you Sugar, since your so sweet to me." Sugar flicked her tail. It was only then did you realize how big she really is. She was taller than her friend, a full three hands taller, putting her in at around 19 or 20 hands tall. This was truly the biggest horse you've ever seen. And her rump. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in your life, more beautiful than your girlfriends rump.
NOTE: DO NOT END THIS STORY OR ANY CHAPTER AFTERWARDS!!!
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