Honestly, I think I should just neuter myself here and now. Yet another mare has found it to be their whim to feed me, intoxicate me and rape me. Because that's exactly what it is. Rape. I don't care if the female is being forceful, if one of the two parties is either unwilling or unaware of the action of intercourse, then it is rape. I'm going to try and find a sensible male guard to help me cleanse myself of the burden that is genitalia, because if this happens again, the stench of my burning shame shall manifest itself physically. If I can't find a guard, I'm going to try and find the kitchen. Because I am hungry. And I really want a doughnut. I just hope they don't lock the kitchen at night. Because if I don't get my three-in-the-morning-post-rape doughnut, I might just kill myself.
. . .By magic, I'm tired.