Alice and Wendy had finished their guided tour of Ireland and had an entire week before their flight back to New York. They were best friends having met at work there and decided on this grand adventure to get away from it all. It was Alice's idea to rent mountain bikes, pedal their way back to the city, see the local countryside up close for themselves, and stop at the quaint local pubs for refreshments and rest along the way.

They emerged from a bank of cold Irish mist, the pert blonde's now-red face huffed and puffed up one of the rolling verdant hills, her sky blue eyes fixed downward at the unpaved road, staring with the look of someone in the middle of exertion. A few strands of her long blonde tresses had escaped the confines of her helmet and danced in the wind behind slender arms that gently guided the handlebars. Lightly tanned skin flushed up to her black lycra sports halter and below down to the tight matching bike shorts that covered her ample hips and strong thighs that waved and flexed in the air to the rhythm of her pedaling stroke.

Wendy followed closely behind, her classically pretty Asian face in a similar mask of concentrated effort. Her usually bright large eyes and delicate mouth both slack between trickles of sweat that ran to and dropped from her chin. Her willowy torso and arms, sheathed in a sweat- shadowed blue lycra bodysuit, seemed to swing her boy-like hips back and forth as her long well toned legs pumped the bicycle up the hill.

The fog had been with them all day, but the best friends could both see that nightfall and utter darkness would soon overtake them. They hadn't seen any signs of habitation since they had started in the morning and were getting worried.

Finally, as even the last twilight was about to abandon them, they spotted a flickering light at the bottom of a not- too-distant hill and rode towards it with all the determination they had left.

Their relief from finding a place to stay fell into a more cautious, and even fearful, silence as they approached the dwelling. Even in the darkness, the yard and its cottage looked shabby and unkempt. The smoky firelight barely made it past the filth-encrusted windows that looked like sightless rheumy eyes set into a dirt streaked face with rotten wood teeth for a door.

***

"Do you think that we should we knock?" Wendy asked, aghast at the cottage's condition and what its residents might look like.

Alice turned to look into the featureless dark behind them. "It doesn't looks like we have a choice." she replied and timidly knocked.

The door flung open, exposing an appallingly filthy old woman. The inside reeked with rotten smells and dirt, the worst of which seemed to emanate from their hostess who seemed as surprised to see them as they were to see her. She muttered in such a thick brogue, that the girls could only catch a few of words, which she seemed to speak as much to herself as to them.

Her unintelligible gibbering continued amidst swirling torrents of sobs and hysterical laughter. But her obvious insanity didn't interrupt her purposeful stride towards a belching cauldron. She paused briefly in front of it as if in hesitation or recall, then gesticulated wildly over it in a shrieking fit. Then, just as suddenly, stopped and calmly drew two bowls of an unappetizing stew of brown vegetables and green meats. She placed these upon the dirt caked table and motioned enthusiastically for the two girls to eat.

Wendy and Alice were too fearful of her to refuse, so they politely tasted the stew, and finding it surprisingly delicious, they hungrily devoured it.

The hot stew warmed them and they began to feel more comfortable. A little light headed, even. Not wanting to move, just letting the woman's constant babble spill over them.

Her flow of words intensified to an avalanche. Her dirt-streaked face screwed in a mask of concentration. The girls felt her words start making some kind of sense. Something about the wee folk and their fairy circles, their mortal revenge and needing a distraction to complete the spell to rid herself of their curse. More nonsense about her nearly exhausted witchy magic, and the girls being just the break she needed. She guided them to lie down in a bed of scratchy straw, and covered them with an even scratchier moth eaten blanket. She then proceeded to drink bowls of a yeasty ferment, while she danced and praised unpleasant names, eventually collapsing upon the dirt floor from exhaustion.

Wendy and Alice slept, but without rest. Their only dreams were of anger and hostility at each other, at ignorant cold smelly Ireland, and its idiotic, superstitious inhabitants.

The both woke with a start, panting in a cold sweat and looked at each other with barely concealed contempt. In the breaking dawn's light, Wendy reached out and pinched Alice on the arm. "Ow!" Alice quietly exclaimed, returning a baleful look. Wendy turned to get up, stopped to sigh, and faced Alice again. She silently mouthed, "Let's get out of here," to which Alice dumbly nodded.

Thankfully, the door opened quietly. The girls burst across the yard of weeds towards their bikes and almost reached them when an inhuman shriek rang out behind them. Neither looked behind as they half ran and half rolled their bikes out of the yard and heard the cottage door flung open, and the old woman yell, "Where are you?!?" Wendy started screaming and they both straddled their bikes and began pedaling furiously.

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Alice and Wendy rode on for a long time, their strange hostess' cries long since left in the mist behind them. Alice was riding behind Wendy and noticed the slender Asian girl's bike waver off the beeline they had riding since dawn. Wendy veered off the path onto the grass curb, then half rolled off, half fell off her bike and onto her back, panting. Alice, her senses returning, realized that she too was exhausted, hungry and thirsty. She dismounted and sank to the ground visibly shaking from fear and exertion. Her long golden hair splayed out amongst the grass because they'd left their helmets in the rush to escape.

After a few minutes of between catching her breath and a brief paused for reflection, Wendy wailed, "Ohgodohgodohgodimsotiiiiireeeeed and I can still smell that house and that woman we're lost we're so totally SCREEEEEEWED!!!" Her cries vanished into the ever-present fog and she began crying.

Alice lay silently in response and thought it was better to be quiet right now since this bicycle trip was her idea to begin with. Then she curled up and groaned when she felt a rumble from her stomach.

A few awkward moments passed, then Wendy suddenly exclaimed, "I think I hear a stream nearby through those trees. I'm going down there for a bath and if there's any fruit down there, then that's just a bonus. Would you come with me? Please?"

Her best friend groaned and gingerly got to her feet to show her reluctant consent. They dug out their soap and towels and left their bikes on the grass before walking into the forest together.

After a few minutes of trying to follow the sound, they could see the stream in the middle of a clearing, and with a hug and a cheer, they ran towards it. Wendy broke into the clearing at full speed, closely followed by Alice, but halfway to the stream, Wendy slowed down and said, "That's weird." Alice stopped and turned as well to see what was the matter.

Their footprints in the grass went straight through a perfect circle of small red and white mushrooms!

"Hey Wen, do you remember what that old hag said? Something about `fairy circles'?"

Wendy turned to her friend, pulled a mock-contemplative look on her face, brightened up and said, "Yes, I _do_ remember her saying that! And you know what, Ally?" with an impish grin on her face.

"What?" Alice replied with that same grin growing on hers.

Wendy ran back to the mushroom circle yelling, "I hate this fucking place! I hate smelly old hags with rotten food! I hate you and your stupid bike trip! I wish I was home and warm and safe instead of out here!" And Wendy began angrily kicking and stomping the mushrooms.

Alice thought that looked like so much fun that she started yelling and destroying the mushroom circle too. She yelled, "I'm sick of this place! I hate being cold and hungry!"

Their frustration relieved, they went laughing down to stream where they splashed and played and washed the sweat and putrid dirt off themselves and their clothes.

***

Alice was ready and was watching Wendy zipping up her jersey when she saw a strange girl walking towards them out of the forest. This girl was a classic Irish beauty: flame orange curls and pale freckled skin. She held her hands, palms down and limply in front of her sizeable bare breasts, which squeezed out from between the thick brown leather straps of a tight harness around her entire body.

It quickly became apparent that she wasn't exactly walking either. As their erotically dressed visitor emerged from the forest brush, Wendy and Alice could see that below her knees she wore black shiny leather boots that ended in hooves upon which she was cantering towards them.

This sight stunned the two girls and they stood staring until the Irish pony girl was right in front of a wide-eyed Wendy, gently clomping her hooves on the grass while she stayed in place. A less-than-horse-like reason for her restless state soon became clear. Her desperate body motions and soft moans spoke of a woman on the brink of sexual ecstasy.

Alice instinctively began walking towards the strange sight. As she got closer, she noticed that this fascinating stranger had an intricate mark upon her forehead. As she moved even closer, she noticed that the girl's eyes were less focused than those of what appeared to be a doll sitting in a tiny saddle upon her shoulders.

Its blood red long tailed coat gave the appearance of a miniature foxhunter, save for its leathery, rat-like face. It sat perfectly still upon its moaning, gyrating steed with its menacing yellow eyes focused straight ahead, focusing upon Wendy. Two locks of the girl's lustrous orange hair on each side had been braided into the reins that he clutched in tiny gnarled hands.

Alice wonder turned to alarm as she watched a sudden tug on one of the pony girl's reins maneuvered her in front of Wendy. A guttural bark from the little man snapped the pony girl to attention and she sprung forward, pushing Wendy who fell to the ground with a squeal of surprise. Another bark and the pony girl leapt on top of Alice's fallen and shocked friend, pinning her fast.

Alice started towards Wendy, but previously unnoticed by her, other pony girls had emerged into the clearing, their limp hands and bouncing nipples would easily reach Wendy before she could. Behind her, Alice could also hear the growing sound of clip-clops from canters becoming the soft thunder of gallops.

Tears streaming, Alice softly sobbed, "I'm sorry" as much to herself as to her struggling, and then hopelessly surrounded friend. Then she leapt across the stream and ran into the forest away from her pursuers. And Wendy.

***

Alice stumbled through the forest even more tired and further into despair with every step she took away from her by now captured best friend. She'd run for what seemed like an eternity before the hooves behind her had fallen silent. She was overcome by the combined weight of her physical exhaustion and her self-loathing, sat down upon a tree root and cried all over again. After letting it all out, she pulled herself together and came up with a plan to go back to the clearing and see if Wendy was still there.

She turned around to go back and was stunned to see the clearing only a few feet behind her. She was sure that she'd run over a mile! Spooked, but not deterred, she cautiously entered the clearing, which was . clear.

Devoid of pony girls. And Wendy. Except for her clothes and underwear, which lay strewn about the area where Alice had abandoned her.

Alice reasoned to herself, "If they don't like me getting further into their forest, maybe they'll be happy to let me out." The girls' footprints and the hoof prints in the grass had vanished, but she managed to find the destroyed fairy circle and walked towards the road from there. She had been walking for a few minutes before she decided to look back.

She wasn't surprised to see the clearing just behind her, but she was to see Wendy standing only an arm's length away. Wendy held her hands limply in front of her little titties, the rest of her willowy body trapped in a web of tight brown leather. The symbol on her forehead matched that of the rider who held reins made of her silky shoulder- length hair. Wendy's eyes fluttered wildly. Her mouth an idiotic grin around a leather bit. Her throat mewing in pleasure, as if her focus was only upon shifting her weight between her hoof-booted legs and the friction that created above twin sheens of wetness that glistened down her inner thighs.

Bark.

Wendy shoved Alice to the ground and leapt upon her, holding her fast with unnatural strength and power. Alice thrashed furiously, her head swimming from screaming "No!" over and over, but fell quiet from the shock of watching Wendy squirming above her, having a more intense and violent orgasm than she imagined anyone could have.

Alice felt Wendy's drool and sweat splatter across her face from her friend's whip lashing head as it became a whirl of matted hair, her stupefied expression, the symbol on her forehead, and a high pitched pure animal squeal of pleasure. While she was distracted by the spectacle on top of her, Alice briefly felt something cold press gently upon her forehead.

She found that she was unable to turn away from looking up at Wendy's face, and caught a brief apologetic look before Wendy's head drooped with a blank, sated stare. A low guttural sound came from behind Wendy's head and Alice passively watched her friend's sweat-shined body shakily turn and crawl aside on hands and knees.

A tap on her shoulder caught Alice's attention. She looked up and saw a little woman, resplendent in her miniature foxhunt clothes, with a leather riding skirt instead of the jodhpurs the little men wore. As far as Alice could tell, the little woman's face was identical to theirs, but Alice was strangely fixated upon her deep glowing yellow eyes. The more she looked into them, the bigger they grew, blotting all other sight and thoughts. Deeper and deeper, Alice fell. Sinking further and drifting. Gently buffeted by the warm currents of the little woman's mind. She helplessly felt images and feelings flowing into herself and become her own. Alice felt a friendship grow between them. Each wave of thought and feeling from her new friend made Alice feel warmer and happier. The deeper each wave effused her, the warmer and happier she felt.

~~Rise~~

Alice's crotch started to tingle and her nipples grew hard as she slowly rose to her feet and stared ahead feeling giddy with happiness.

~~Remove clothes~~

Giggles bubbled out of her. She was silly with delight as she hastily pulled off her halter-top and absent-mindedly flung it away. She couldn't get her bra off fast enough and felt wonderful letting her breasts touch the cool air. Her throat grew dry in the eternity she took to pull her bike pants and panties down and step out of her shoes, which she hurriedly kicked aside. Alice stood there panting and naked enjoying her free jiggling breasts and the cool breeze upon the moistness between her legs.

~~Step into these~~

Alice looked down and saw a pair of hoof boots standing invitingly in front of her. A gift from her new friend! Overwhelmed by joy and the growing ache between her legs, Alice cried while she slid her feet one at a time down the shiny black leather tubes. She felt them brush against the cool smooth leather then enter a cool viscous fluid that both cushioned and held her feet fast in their new positions. Alice took a few stumbling coltish steps as she adjusted to her new footing. With each musical clop from her new hooves, she felt her excitement grow and a dreamy warmth flow from her crotch.

~~Wear this~~

A dribble of fluid ran down, then became smeared between her inner thighs as Alice dreamily clopped her way towards Wendy, who held the harness ready.

Alice strode one hoof through a leg hole and coated the huge leather dildo with her own dribbling saliva and juices. It was wider than anything she had ever taken and even her engorged and eager pussy was stretched to its limits as she pulled the dildo's head against her nether lips. She felt a cold sweat break and herself trembling when it finally entered

"Unh. Ohhhhhh." She trembled as her hand stuffed the member deep into herself.

"It feels sooo gooooood."

Alice felt Wendy's trembling hand over her crotch keeping the massive dildo in place. She wetted down the second dildo for her ass and slipped it inside, pulling the wide crotch strap tight. She stopped to bask in the pleasant fullness that was pulled deeper inside her as the strong leather bands were tightened snugly around her trembling body.

When finished, Alice stood panting and bow-legged from the intense pressure between her legs. She pulled her thighs as close together as she could and began raising one side of her hips then the other, squeezing the leathery cock inside her vagina. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and her dry mouth moaned raggedly. The wide soft leather straps held her body in their snug grip, her bare breasts lay upon two shallow cups, freely rolling and bouncing with each spasm.

~~You like here?~~

"Oh yes! OHHHHHH Oh OH yeaaassssss Yes I love it here. I want to stay here forever!" Alice's hips twitched, her breasts leapt and slapped against the hard leather cups under them. "Unghnnnggggh!"

~~You feel cold?~~

"I feel so warm OH!" Her expanded crotch was growing hotter by the second. Another trickle of fluid left its cool trail down a thigh. "Mmmmmm."

~~Hungry?~~

Alice frantically tried to plunge her hand inside her aching snatch, but the leather was too wide and too snug to her body (or was it stuck to it?) She wiped her hand up her thigh to the edge of the strap that imprisoned her crotch, collecting a thimbleful of her copiously flowing juices, and haltingly lifted the pungent fluid to her face. In a single swift motion, she devoured her fingers in search of the slippery taste, licking and tasting her trembling digits for any traces. "That was sooooo YUMMY!" she exclaimed. Her crotch spasmed, as if in agreement. "OhhhhhhOhoHoHOH unh."

~~You like home?~~

The wet ache between her legs occupied her so completely that Alice was unable to reply. The little woman's mind then gave her the answer, which left Alice shaking with comfort and glee.

"I *huffhuff* I Oh! Am NnnnnnghaaAAaAAAAaAAAAAOOOOME!!!!!!"

White heat exploded across Alice's mind. She fell to her hands and knees, screaming like an animal as each explosion of pleasure ripped through her body and soul. These gradually subsided and she sagged upon her limbs, feeling her flushed, warm skin in the cool air and damp grass. She could smell the moist heat of her sex mingled with the soaked leather around her crotch.

~~Your last words~~

A dumbstruck Alice making high pitched whines from each desperate breath for air acknowledged Her command through the post-orgasmic haze and nodded weakly, shivering with a tiny ripple of pleasure for agreeing.

Alice felt something cold and hard press between her lips and gratefully opened her mouth to accept the bit. She felt its cold hardness pulled further into her mouth by the soft leather that gripped her head and shoulders.

~~Mount~~

Alice knelt down, knowing exactly how to offer her thigh and forearm as steps for Her. Once She was properly seated, Alice gently rose to her hooves, let her hands hang limply in front of her breasts, and let the bull cock pleasure her as she gently pranced from hoof to hoof.

A snap of her reins and a heel kick upon her shoulders told Alice to giddyap, and she galloped faster and faster to her new home in the land inside the forest and beyond the edge of reason.

***

Epilogue.

CLUES FOUND BUT TWO TOURISTS STILL MISSING

Assisted Press (AP) - November 17, XXXX. Dublin, Republic of Ireland. Local police have confirmed that intensive searches of a forest near where two tourists were last seen two weeks ago have recovered their clothing, other possessions and rental bicycles. Unconfirmed witness accounts have placed the missing women, Alice Lotochinski, 25, and Wendy Bui, 23, both of New York, New York at dawn near the forest on 10/31/XXXX. Authorities are still not divulging any possible suspects or motives, but reportedly have detained and released an elderly woman from questioning about the case.

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