Living in Stables weren't the nicest, or even good palce to live out here... considering for being the general, 'helper' in the Stable. But it was safe. Nothing outside could go inside, and nothing inside could go outside.

Unless, that is, if you got the short-straw.

And I just got that.

Kicked out of my own home, I was left to tend on my own on this hellish hole called the Wasteland... to die.

Then I found myself captured by slavers, ready to be a new play-toy with a madly obsessive Stallion.

Said stallion saved me from my impending doom.

Said stallion also believes himself to be a good guy, another word for a hero.

And perhaps it was the wreck I called my mind, or simply my addled mind. I chose to follow him.

(Sex will happen)