Silver Moraine I took a pill in Ibiza

Wildfire found herself suddenly wondering why another woman would embrace her this way, considering Thuringwethil lacked the proper equipment for this act. Somehow, it didn't really seem to make a difference. The friction still felt good, very good. Wildfire moaned, head dipping low even as she hiked her posterior even higher. Her spine curved deliciously and her cheek came to rest on the soft loam. She closed her eyes and—

"Back away from her." The four words snapped Wildfire awake immediately, the dream vanishing in the blink of an eye. She jerked clumsily to her feet, unleashing an involuntary grunt of pain as her ribs reminded her of their bruises. Trying her best to ignore the pain, her head flicked to and fro between the two figures standing over her, one a perfect stranger and the other a much more familiar face.

"Luke?" she said, mouth dry and voice gravelly from sleep. Suddenly aware of the tacky sensation of dried drool on her cheek, Wildfire swiped a paw over it even as she took a few careful steps backward. "Who is this? What's goin' on?" Her whole body stiffened as the yearling cursed herself for falling asleep out in the open like this.