Side Note: This should not be taken seriously.

I literally fell into this world after being attacked by pack of wolves in the Rocky Mountains with my friend, it didn't help that the blunt side of my hatchet hit my shin when I landed. At first I thought I was in heaven with an Angelic figure walking towards me but it quickly changed into something else entirely.

My name is Oliver, or more formally now known as Oliver the Traveler in this strange world, and I can safely say I and my friend Ash are stuck in a world ruled by short, intimately connected, anthropomorphic, Equine species whom wants to get to know me and my friend a little more than we're comfortable with. It doesn't help that the country is mostly inhabited by females, and that I'm an introverted virgin. Life bites sometimes. Ash isn't making things easier with how he speaks as well; pretty much unintentionally taunting the mares, making them look at us like big, slabs of virgin meat.
...
... I need an adult...

Big thanks to Lightingace for Co-authoring the story with me.