You're being kept as some sort of sex toy by a pegasus xenophile, but things could be much worse. At least she treats you well, even though you're confined to a shady basement all day, every day. You're doing your best to learn her language and one day explain that you're a fully intelligent human being, not just some hairless monkey-thing, but progress is slow when your existence is mainly devoted to relieving her sexual tension. You hope you can escape or something before this new life starts getting to you.

Cover art from Tower of Stars a.k.a. Cold Blooded Twilight