Though they’d done much turning, twisting, and thrusting, neither Kayla nor Alyssa had much practice actually walking on four legs. Thankfully their bodies took to it pretty naturally though they kept their speed to a gentle trot to keep the noise down, and because even under their own power even a moderate gallop felt a bit harrowing.
Sneaking out was surprisingly easy. They took a path through the horse field instead of coming out onto the farmstead itself. For one they could avoid being seen, and for the other there was a trailhead that they could take which would eventually lead them to the road. What happened when they got there they still weren’t quite sure of as they latched the gate to the fields behind them.
“Okay,” Kayla said, “I came here today in my mom's SUV. So you can lay down in the back if we fold down all the seats and I’ll somehow fit in the cab.”
“That's going to be an interesting clown car routine.” Alyssa said, her hooves crunching down the path. “I’m gonna have to get you to shoe me at this rate. Gravel and hooves don’t mix.”
“I guess I lucked out by getting Warrior’s old shoes,” Kayla said, her hooves making a metallic clop with each step.
“Warrior’s old everything really,” Alyssa said. “Maybe we can find a way to get him back. He was a good horse.” Her ears drooped. They appeared to be quite expressive.
Kayla frowned, “Yeah, I suppose all of this has been the least fair to him.”
“Well he was the one who kicked you in the head,” Alyssa laughed. “Maybe it’s karma.”
“Eh, karma will be that when we get him bad he’ll be stuck with my fat pusspuss. Serve him right for making me panic about not having one for a bit.”
“Oh, that’ll be hilarious!” Alyssa said.
“Imagine his first heat!” Kayla laughed. “I bet he’ll stop hating Trigger then when he’s begging for his cock!”
Both girls had to stop walking as they broke out in a fit of giggles at the image of the once proud stallion reduced to fawning like an in season mare. They only stopped when their laughter abruptly became a chorus of neighs. Both girls clapped their hands over their mouths and stared at one another, before once again breaking down into chuckles.
“This is ridiculous,” Alyssa said, wiping a tear from her eye.
“For the sake of our sanity we’ve lost our minds,” Kayla said.
“That… that makes no sense,” Alyssa said, one of her horse ears drooping.
“Does anything right now?”
“No,” Alyssa said, shaking her head. “I suppose it doesn’t.”
They continued on in silence for a bit, thankful the sun was just high enough for light and a full moon was rising in the East. Eventually that came to a fork in the path and stopped.
“Okay, if I remember correctly,” Kayla said. “Left is a big long trail that goes around the lake before meeting up again on the other side, and right goes past the campgrounds and docks.” She thought for a moment. “Is anyone at the camp?”
“This time of year? Most likely. It’s getting dark and the mosquitoes are out though.” Alyssa said as her tail whipped some of the pests off her ass. Maybe they’ll be in their tents or something? I’d rather not be eaten alive much longer, and who knows how long it’s going to take you to Macgyver your car.”
“Well I think being seen would be worse,” Kayla said.
Alyssa shrugged, “Take the long way or sneak by. I’ll leave it up to you.” She swatted a mosquito on her shoulder. “Damn, I wish we’d thought to put our shirts back on.”