[I]“I am livestock, I need to be milked. Milk me, milk me! I am Livestock, I need to be milked. Milk me, milk me!”[/I] The chant was quiet in Circuit’s head but still audible, unknown to the mare as soon as the strap has closed around her neck the bell has started to glow… Brainwashing her with its soothing song… And changing her in so many ways.
Circuit felt the cold steel on her horn lift up off her head “No need for this now.” Sweet said with a chuckle.
Nothing beats this, though.