gonna attempt to finish this one guys. have some faith in me.

Alex, a pretty average (if not less than) teenager wakes up on the floor of the precious nights party, to find himself hungover, and more notably, lying in a puddle of what he hopes to be spilt alcohol. Trudging through the forest to his isolated home, showers to find marks on either side of his waste. "God damn it. I thought I was past this pony bollocks."

Well slap my doo dangs and call me… Eh, got nothing. Welcome one and all to Woke up; am (almost) horse. I literally just finished reading something similar to this as I write, so thanks TwistedSpectrum for that bout of inspiration. This whole thing is riddled with foul language, so take caution if it wounds yo' soul or something. Most of Ch. 1 will be based on my recent return to this lovely land of "pony bollocks."

So. Enjoy that.

Anyway, enjoy the story, and remember to give me criticism of any kind in the comments. (tho' imma punch you guys if y'all bring up anything to do with Screwed or the others i've written, they were like two years back.)

Cheers.