"No, Midnight, don't tax yourself! The tranq's wearing off more now and you're gonna be just fine. But don't rush it. You just lie there and enjoy it ...hile Micki gives you the kind of fuck we both need so badly."Micki quickly tore off the short little dressing gown she had been wearing, revealing her naked body to her animal lover.Midnight looked up at her, and Micki laughed with delight. She saw that her horse was staring directly at her little pussy.Micki squatted next to Midnight. She rested. And I was all so loving what was happening now. In fact knowing how much I would hate myself for being so slutty, naughty and willing to go so far, leaving everything what once was masculine and straight behind me. Never able to pick it up again. Never able to go back. But what should I do else? It can't be helped, can it? Was it ultimately my fault? Have I become utterly perverted and abnormal? Maybe I should stop wining about it and start seeing my future for what it is going to be: the world. I felt that he would want me to piss and shit like an animal, outside as I worked or in my stall. I desperately did not want him to achieve this goal of animalising me in this way, but as the time went on, I realised that I needed to relieve myself.The only solution appeared to be to go in the corner of my stall. Like the animal that I was clearly becoming, I walked into the back corner of my stall, next to my food trough and squatted on my bare haunches. I moved my chain to the side and. She told me a little more about her life, and I struggled to not touch myself as she spoke. Annette had been a young woman with a lot of problems. After her parents divorced she took to smoking with her friends after school, and shoplifting from the corner market. During her junior year, pressure from school became more stressful, and she fell in with an older crowd who didn’t just smoke cigarettes, but pot as well. Her mother, now struggling as a single mother, didn’t want her to ruin her.