You nodded, turning your head to avert your gaze as Jess tried her best to restore her modesty. You could hear her struggling to get her straps off, but you daren’t try to help.
Your eyes fell on the lump of paleness and darkness, the mound created by Inky, and a pang of guilt hit you. Regardless of what just happened you had a feeling he was just like you; another of Vicky’s twisted victims, and now he was going to be left for dead. That said, there wasn't much the two of you could accomplish, and the risk of further disaster was too high. You already looked like a fool, who knew what would happen next.
“Fuck it,” you heard Jess say with exhasperation. You tried to turn to face her, but before you could she was already mounting you. “C’mon Princess, before it's too late.”
You grunted at the name, but sped off regardless, casting Inky one last forlorn glace, before heading onwards.
As you galloped on the two of you breached through a treeline at the top of a hill, the rolling forests behind you, merging with the grey of civilization. You could see the stables nearby, but nothing else looked familiar, the zoo you and Jess were travelling to either absent or behind the next rise. Either way, neither of you were keen to find out.
You couldn’t see Jess, but you could feel her; each ministration, change of posture, and even the movements of her breath echoing through the saddle. As you slowed your mind settled on it, and it was so rich in detail you realized that you didn’t need to see her anymore, in your minds eye you could see her sat atop you, her face full of anger and regret, a want for revenge battling her need to escape. Silently, you pulled away from the clearing, trotting onwards into the wilderness.