“I told you to arrange my riding lesson at the stable. A simple enough command. But you couldn’t even do that right. So, you know what? YOU are going to be my pony. I’m going to saddle you, stick a bit in your mouth and crop your hide to shreds as I ride you around in the muck in front of all the equestrienne girls…”
Princess Tessa, barnyard degradation, ponyboy humiliation…
