The Stable – Heat Cycle, Part 2
"They walked a new filly past my stall. She smelled like everything the cage was built to keep me from."
Exhaustion drags me under despite the plug and the cage's cold bite. I wake to Susan's hand unhooking the bridle from the floor ring, my body collapsing into the hay. Every muscle screams. Susan doesn't care. She hauls me up...






