Pseudipod is extruded into this universe from a dimension of purest fear.

It's beautiful in its own alien way, but what's to come will unsettle you. Pseudopod, episode 610, August 31st, 2018. This week's story, beneath their hooves by

Catherine Duckett. by Catherine Duggett. for opening time. time.

Show me bleeding when my love burns you breathing fire.

Hello everyone. Welcome to Pseudopod The Weekly Horror Podcast. I'm Alistair, your host and

this week's story comes to us from Catherine Duckett. Your narrator is Larissa

Thompson and they have a story for you. A story which I would like to remind everyone is a Sudapod original. This is its first time out of the gate. And that means, amongst many other things that I promise you it's true. beneath Beneath their hooves by Catherine E.K Duckett, read by Larissa Thompson.

We go to Grand Mayor's House to ride the Unicorns. We only go once or twice a year and it's never enough.

Riding the Unicorns is the most fun a person could have, and I don't know why we can't do it every day.

Mom never gives us a good reason.

It's not like ice cream, where it'll give you a stomach ache if you have too much. You could ride the

unicorns for hours and hours. They never get tired. They prance and they fly a little,

just a foot or two.

And they're blue and pink and green and purple.

And their horns shine in the sun like candy canes,

like candy canes after you've licked off all the red and made them white and sharp with your tongue.

Grand Mare watches us from the veranda as we ride.

She never touches the unicorns herself.

They're here for us. They're here because she loves us and she wants us to have fun.

She watches and sometimes she waves with her hand-cuffed like she's a queen, the big diamonds on her necklace sparkling across the lawn.

And Robin and I go around and around until we're dizzy, and mom yells at us, it's time to go home.

Grandma is not mean. She is imposing.

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