The mare inspect the stall with critical eyes as you move to claim the pile of hay with an unsteady trot, laying on it after a few clumsy attempts. You watch your roommate as she slowly circles the entire room and stops for every little detail, likely searching for clues or weak spots in the effective prison.
The stall was built to last, one of the first thing you noticed was that the walls, door and the mesh were more sturdy and thick compared to the other enclosures, perfect for new additions to the stable, not very thrilled or tame like you both. Your best bet for an escape route will be undoubtedly the previously mentioned corral, not this room reinforced and maintained exclusively for angry and aggressive horses.
It seems that the attendant was right though: the filly close to you doesn’t seem very bright, she started to panic after the loop around our stall and kicked repeatedly the door getting more and more frantic with each blow. She didn’t even understand that this is exactly what the attendants planned, to escape from this trap you must maintain a level head and use the only advantages you have left.
Your body may be that of a common horse and can’t communicate with other of your previous race anymore but the intellect remains, and you haven’t lost to the attendants until the new instincts overwhelm your reason with uncontrollable lust.
The plan implemented for the two new horses is obvious, the employees will leave you alone with a mare the entire night, expecting your new instincts to take control and seal both as beast of burden forever.
For a brief moment you think about your family, are they in a similar situation too? And if not how did the masseuse explained to them your disappearance? There is no way that the authorities could disregard the many reports of missing persons if the masseuse was truthful.
Your musings are interrupted when the mare lay down panting on the other side of the stall, tired from the constant attempts, and merely rest after a glance at your body. ‘We only have to resist here two weeks, I can do it’.