Glitter's voice dripped with condescension and malice. To her, it was if you were a speck of mud to flicked off her hoof, a tiny ant to be trod on and then discarded. Her huge eyes did a perfect job of conveying what seemed to be very human-like disgust.
"If you haven't figured it out already, my dear groomer, then allow me to spell it out for you: you are an object that exists solely for my sexual gratification, a walking talking dildo that I am free to use as I see fit. Does that answer your question?"
Your brain was full of static. There's no way you could've heard that right. This... This had to be some sort of dream... or nightmare. Horses didn't just talk, you had to be asleep.
You took your face in your hands and slowly pulled them down over your cheeks, then sharply clapped them against your skin. The dull pain you felt was more than enough evidence to convince you that, yes, you were in fact not dreaming. That meant... Oh God. Oh fuck. Your eyes widened as you finally realized what this entails.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," you moaned.
Glitter let out another one of her haughty half-nicker, half giggles that made your skin crawl. She tested her right hoof on your chest and lightly pressed into your collarbone. "Now you're getting it. You signed a contract and didn't read the fine print, and now have to hold up your end the bargain. From this point on you will be my personal pleasure slave and stress relief toy. Really, you should feel honored that I chose you.
Goodness know's that you're not good for anything else."
One strong push sent you laying into the bed of hay and straw that lined the stable floor. You gazed up at the mare in abject terror, practically quaking in fear at the situation in which you found yourself. You couldn't run, Glitter would easily outpace you, and the other farmhands would catch you and then drag you back here. It was all you could do keep from spoiling yourself in fear.
Your voice quavered as you shakily asked, "W-what are you going to do with me?"
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