~CMSN: Silken Nightmare~Commission for @gnome-oo Silk is a traveler of dreams, though it seems she m

~CMSN: Silken Nightmare~Commission for @gnome-oo Silk is a traveler of dreams, though it seems she may have stumbled upon her own nightmare. While traversing the ethereal plane, she found herself standing in a grassy meadow. Nearby a fence ran along the perimeter and distant, distorted sounds could be heard from the barn and farmhouse. It was strange, she noted, that the location seemed rather detailed. She could feel the grass against her bare feet, the wind in her pigtails, and even distinct scents wafting in the air. Most dreams only manifested visuals, as humans rely on their eyes most and that’s where most of their information comes from… She snuffed, nostrils widening, what was that smell though? It was musky and earthy, but she admitted it was rather pleasant in its own way. She took a few steps towards the fence. She started noticing some inconsistencies. The farmhouse seemed flat, like it was a stage backdrop, same with the barn… and the weird noises almost sounded human, though garbled like someone trying to talk in water. She tapped her chin, feeling a prickling slipping down her neck. “Maybe I should try another- OH!” She turned and was greeted to the sight of a large chestnut stallion. “Well hello there,” She smiled petting his nose, “Are you the pony a little girl wanted?” Silk chuckled, though something in the back of her head was gnawing at her… like a mare eating an apple… an odd comparison to think of, but accurate. She turned back to the barn, trying to listen to the sounds, maybe the little girl was- hey! She turned as the stallion bit at her clothes, “Knock it off, Seabiscuit…” She tried to shove him off, though stumbled back off balance on her hooves. Her ears twitched as the horse’s steps drew closer, “Now hold on, I don’t want to mess up a little girl’s dream just… because…” Silk noted the farmhouse again, why would the girl’s house look flat but the meadow detailed? Why… why would the smell and sounds be so clear if… she perked up as the stallion grunted at her, her tail raising at his muscular, virile form.“This… isn’t a little girl’s dream… Is it?” She gulped with an equine snort.  If you’d like to support my art, consider the following:For Daily Sketches and extra Updates and Polls, support my Patreon!If you want to just help with a one-time donation, here’s my KOFIOr Message me about pinup commissions!! -- source link
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