Mick and Murphy were wild horses, but they didn’t know they were wild. They lived in a horse-riding park, but curiously no humans ever bothered to capture them.
Both stallions possessed a prominent mutation, but they didn’t realize they had mutations. When they passed people on horseback, Mick and Murphy simply noted that other horses had similar growths on their backs.
One day, while galloping on the nearby beach, they stopped beside two female horses.
“Nice day for a ride, isn’t it?” said Taylor, sitting upon her horse and grinning salaciously.
Mick’s growth twitched a tendril excitedly and said, “Saarkoft caelipth.”
Brittany said, “We’re going to the BeachHouse. Join us?”
“Trruup mrrphooou!” said Murphy’s growth.
As the two girls led the way, the stallions followed. Brittany said, “Did you understand what they said?”
“Nope, but I think they’re Italian,” smiled Taylor. “Italians are great in bed, you know.” She shuddered. “And those are some Real Italian Stallions!”
“I know, right?” sighed Brittany. “I hope they’re good kissers.”
Written for Flash Fictin for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/12/26/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-27-2016/