Dealing with the farmer's misunderstanding

You try desperately to figure out how to get out of this stall in your new body. The walls are too high, and you're not really sure how you would go about jumping them, so that's out of the question. The deadbolt is on the opposite side of the gate, and despite the fact that it isn't locked you can't position your head right to use your tongue to open it.

You really wish you had hands. You also really wish that wherever that roo is, he's suffering in a horrible way. Preferably bleeding to death in a car crash (for the irony involved), but death by sodomy would probably be equally appropriate.

Your thoughts eventually drift back to the inevitable - so you try to look on the bright side. You'll finally feel what it's like on the other side. Maybe you'll get over the fact that you're being raped by a stallion and even enjoy it. Unlikely.

You've seen the size of a horse's penis before, and imagining it rammed in there is an unpleasant thought. You really wish you had your male equipment. You also feel bad for those hillbillies that roo mentioned as having had it worse than you. You have trouble imagining it worse without medieval torture involvement.

Your reverie is broken by the sound of the barn door opening and closing again. "Sorry I had to keep you waiting, girl. You're probably excited and raring to go!" He opens the gate...

Written by Sou Mynona

You start to change back

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