I bend over a long metal bar. My wrists bear tight leather restraints, and the bar is locked onto them so that my body hangs off it. My hips are raised, and I'm in a compromising position. Anyone who approaches me from behind could see my naked slim body, and would be treated to the sight of my garden. My body has already prepared itself, trained through Pavlovian reinforcement to grow wet and needy when in this position. The heat between my legs fills me with equal parts disgust and shame, as I can feel the petals of my garden open and engorged with desire. My body is an obedient mare, even as my mind refuses to accept my place.

I struggle against my restraints, and the metallic ring of my cowbell announces my every attempt. Luckily I haven't been impregnated yet by the Zebstrika, so my mind hasn't broken. But I know that's only a matter of time, as I've only been saved by random chance. I know that a successful impregnation leaves the mare with a foal who gives mind melting shocks on the regular, and I've seen the effects of it first hand. Defiant confident girls become obedient Zebstrika mares overnight, and gradually lose any intellect as their foals' shocks wipe their minds.

That dread future is pushed out of my mind as the barn door opens wide, and several Zebstrika are led inside by my captors. The black and white Zebra Pokémon immediately smell the overwhelming musk of needy females, and trot over toward the metal bar. I struggle against my restraints, but the act only serves to make my backside wiggle and spread the scent of my fertile snatch around. The heat in my loins has only grown, my garden flushing with my juices as it prepares to receive a vigorous and rough mating. The clop of hooves approaching me makes me struggle more, and unknowingly entice the Zebstrika to approach faster.

I jolt as hot breath plays across my sensitive flushed lower lips. My face and my crotch are so hot it makes me worry. Am I breaking already? The Zebstrika behind me