In a blink she was upon me. Her muzzle smashed through my outstretched arms. Knocking the canteen out of my grip. Huge white incisors came for my face.
I ducked. My head collided with Elly's incoming forehead.
"Ow!"
Stunned, I fell back. The canteen dropped into my lap spilling water. Flashing teeth, Elly's draft sized muzzle dove for it in my lap. Her mouth somehow missed the jug and found my balls.
"What the fuc- OW!"
The whole world exploded into pain. Screaming in my mind. I fell over, onto my side. Throat paralyzed. Voice completely uselessly. My body curled into a tight ball. The canteen wedged deep inside. Luke-warm water leaked out as if I was pissing myself. From my trembling lips came a pathetic whimper.
Something heavy dragged over the sand. Loud constant breathing came beside me.
A warm snout pressed in from the top. It began to force itself in a wedge between my curled arms. Pressure increased. It slid in. Hair rubbed on my skin. Her nose forced its way inside. Hot horsey breath smothered my senses.
I am being attacked. The thought went through my mind. I began to sweat. My body clamped tighter in the curled position. A cavity developed in the middle with the canteen propped against my chin. I covered my balls with my hands.
Her mouth opened. Lips pulled back revealing huge white incisors near my face. I flinched. They snapped at the jug. The canteen wobbled on my face. Teeth scraped and grinded hard plastic. Snap snap!Clunk! The horse-sized teeth bit down on the plastic nozzle.
The mare's head pulled back. Pressure increased. My arms squeezed to move out of the way. Fur rubbed off on my uniform. Her whiskers tickled my nose. First her ears squeezed out and then that massive draft head popped out with a sudden jerk.
A sudden release of breath. I am no longer in danger.
From above, came the sound of gulping water. I uncurled from a ball still in pain and mild shock. My hands slowly unclenched from my balls.
Water dripped on my face. I looked upward. Elly's neck was in full view followed by her head. The entire canteen was shoved in the mare's mouth. A strange sound emitted from within her throat, it sounded like choking.
My heart jumped in my throat. Horses can't cough!
I flipped over and rolled onto Elly's legs. I sat over her knees. Boots on her chest. Her head directly above my own. Arms raised above my head and grabbed for the canteen jutting out of her mouth. Water dripped on my sand crusted face. I grasped the bottom of the canteen and pulled.
Elly threw her head up. The canteen ripped out from my hands.
I growled and reached up. I seized her muzzle wrapping my arms around it. Choking continued. My legs braced her chest.
Elly jerked her head upward, bumping my chin. Shoving her head upward above me. The canteen firmly clamped in her teeth. She guzzled it.
"STOP IT YOU'LL CHOKE!"
Elly convulsed. Her sides began to heave and sputtered. Water gushed out onto her neck and ragged mane.
My arms pulled down. Forcefully her head relentlessly came down to my level. I grabbed for the canteen and got my fingers around it and yanked. The gulp of air water mix spluttered in her throat. I yanked harder. Legs pushed.
The canteen popped from her mouth and an explosive and air/water mix shot out of her nostrils into a fine wet mist of cloud. The tiny droplets drifted, falling over us onto my hair, shoulders, face and her ears and mane.
"You idiot!" I yelled. I crawled off her legs, lower body drenched. I struggled to my feet. My crotch was completely soaked through. I snatched up the now empty jug off the sand beside us. I turned away.
Bowlegged, I staggered off and did not look back.