Bessie woke up feeling well rested. It felt like she hadn't slept this well in a long while. She sat up, her vision still somewhat blurry.
'Oh right, i took over the castle.' She looked around and became somewhat confused when she saw her robe lying on the bed, neatly folded,
and noticed that she was on the ground. 'What happened after that?' She looked down and nearly jumped up in shock.
'Why am i pink?!' She ran over to a mirror, only noticing that she was moving on her hands and feet, when she saw herself in it.
'What, why am i- MY HORNS!' She touched one of the nubs on her head, that had been a massive horn not that long ago.
They had been one of the few things left of her former masculine self, but had now been reduced to cute little nubs with ribbons on them.
Bessie was so shocked by this turn of events, that she didn't even notice that she was squatting on the ground at first.
She had barely begun to process everything, when she heard the door to the room being opened,
revealing a lifelike automaton made of metall. Bessie remembered that she had built several of them yesterday,
before the point where her memory ended. The confusing memories and lack thereof, distracted her,
while the automaton approached her, before bending down mechanically and gently placing a hand on her head.
She instinctively started panting, her tongue lolling out, when the automaton started petting her.
"I am certain that i told you to wait over there on your bed." Bessie suddenly felt like she had sone something wrong and lowered her head.
'Wait, i made her, why would i-' "But you did not move much or make a mess. Good girl."
Her thoughts were cut short by the automaton's words. 'W-why does this feel so good?'
For some reason, being called a 'good girl' filled Bessie with an intense feeling of joy.
"You are a very good girl. You learned so much in so little time." Bessie decided to let her continue for now,
indulging in the feelings she was getting from the words and petting.
"Perhaps is should have taken you for a walk before leaving you here." Bessie's tail swished around on the floor behind her.
"Or maybe some more training would have been in order." Her ears perked up. Was the training why she was behaving like this?
The automaton stopped petting Bessie and stood back up, clipping a leash to her collar as she did so.
"I have decided your schedule for today. Come along now." The automaton gave the leash a gentle tug.
Bessie was about to put a stop to this, when she discovered that she had already started to instinctively follow her.
She felt conflicted. She knew she should be stopping this, but she wasn't sure she wanted to.
It felt so good and the automaton was nicer than anyone had been to her in a long time, was there any harm in letting things play out?
Though if all she wanted was attention, then all she needed to do was order the automaton to give it to her.
The magic animating them gave them a degree of individuality and independencen, but they were still designed to serve her after all.