Eric had found that the inside of his mind was just as dirty and corrupt as he was. He saw the translucent figure of the horse in an anthro form seated on a throne in his mind. He had half a mind to pull her down from there, but just before he got close enough to touch her, he was restrained. Despite not having a visible mouth, he could hear her loud and clear, in an almost echoing tone.
“How DARE you try and touch me with your filthy hands! You may grovel, even please yourselves with your queen’s ever so majestic form, BUT NEVER touch her form.”
Well, this didn’t bode well for the pervert, who while happy peeping on women, wanted to do so much more in his mind.
“While I appreciate the show your giving me, I’m not just gonna sit here tied up in my own mind you fucking bitch. This belongs to me, you are just sleeping over like a bad cold. I don’t intend on having you stick around.”
With this, she got real heated and reached over to slap Eric.
“How DARE you call your queen a virus! This body was crafted by the gods and I will not have you continue your inane drivel. It’s very easy with someone of your vile nature to say you prefer to touch, but you cannot have this. Your queen has claimed this space as her own, so if you have a problem with that, you will have to prove to me that you can withstand my power. Then, I may consider your plea.”
“Alright, what is it that I have to do?”