OK, I guess

Things seemed bleek for sure. Here I was trapped in the form of a mare, becoming more of a horse and less of a person all the time, and Lancelot, the one person who I could have hoped could save me, had been captured a turned into a stallion. Granted, he seemed to be a handsome, strong stallion, a stallion who could take me and pleasure me and plant his seed in me and make me feel like a real mare. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, was my last thought before my needs overcame me and the stable boy led the stallion to my stall.