As we ran down the tunnel we saw other arches and we were sure more troubles ahead. As we looked to the rear Shanna and her satyr sex fiends were fast approaching.
Suddenly a dim ray of sunshine and another tunnel to my left popped out of the dank darkness.
As we headed down this tunnel Shanna and her group stood beconing us to return to them and their lust for our bodies. The golden ray of sunlight gave us new hope.
I was the first to peer into the archway in hope of getting out of this tunnel to Hell. My view was quickly blocked by the face and head of a curious and large mule.
I jumped back and yelled at the sight. Then to recompose myself I stepped into the warm sunlight still butt naked. The mule just stood there sorta oggled me as I him.
The area was open to daylight and the sun felt warm after that chilly tunnel. A graying wooden corral stretched in both directions. While in the middle was a small and short barn.
The barn had six stall dutch doors, one being wide open. A side door for human used suggested a route of escape. I motioned to Alexis to come around the corner and that the coast was clear.
Alexis stepped into the sunlight and smiled at me till she spied the brute next to the arch.
"What the hell is he," asked Alexis in a gruff tone of voice.
"A mule I recon!" I said with a ole' farm twang.
Alexis stepped toward me and as she did the mule stepped out from his spot. Alexis screamed, "that dumb ass mule just sniffed my butt!"
I was about to say something but stopped when....
"Dumb Ass, lady a mule ain't now dumb ass why he ain't an ass to begin with! Women I'm glad not to have to put up with them as little as I do here about! Let's get this clear lady I'm a mule a leftover Army mule, keeping watch over this forsaken outpost!" said the mule plain English.
I stood speachless as Alexis stepped close to the big furry critter. "Mules can't talk!" said Alexis looking down and into his lips.
The mule opened his mouth a blew a deep breath into Alexis's face.
"Yes I can and yes I do, whenever the heck I think some wisdom is needed in the human race!" said the mule.
"You breath stinks!" pouted Alexis with her nose pinched closed.
"Hell fire lady you eat hay, oats, and an occasional mouthful of mule shit and see what your breath reminds you of, Hea!" said the mule.
"Mules can't talk!" I said.
"Look here folks my name is Francis and I'm a plain old Army mule. I was sold to this place so long ago I can't but recall when I was foaled. I had a good job at Universal Pictures back in the 50's but now I guard this outpost! I wonder if either of you might care to view the Marquette Mule Stable where I live. It's been a long while since I'd seen anyone from that tunnel," said Francis.
Alexis stepped over to stand next to me.
"Hey folks is this the new style to walk around stock naked. Oh mules always do but I remember when way back that people thought it wrong! Well step into a stall there you should get yourselves a covering, " said Francis with a buck toothed grin.
I had to agree that Francis was right and that I was uncomfortable walking around in the buff. Opening the far dutch door I peered in still not being too trusting. The stall had a far door made of wrought iron bars and inch thick. The walls were made of cedar and had a clean smell about them. Looking down the floor was thick in sawdust and a steel bucket swung from a rope to one side the iron door.
I was about to turn to Alexis and tell her of what I just saw, when she gave me a push. Falling backwards I hit the floor and was drenched in the almost quicksand like shavings.
Scratching around for to stand I tossed the shaving into the air. BANG, went the dutch door closed and I was in the dark and alone in the stall.
Alexis began to scream at the mule about not licking her pussy. she hollared more as he tried to sniff her butt. Then the BANG of the stall next to me as she ran inside and Francis slammed the door shut.
"Francis?" I called.
"Why are you acting like this?" I asked through the wooden door.
"Hey I get kind'a lonely and when I get a visitor into one of those stalls..... Well then I get some company for a while, just relax my friends and companions!" said Francis.
The stall had no light at all. I searched about for a way out but the iron bar door was held tight against a cedar wooden door. The walls were made of cedar and tongue and groved together ceiling to floor.
The shavings were making me itch as they effected my sweaty skin.