You trip backwards in surprise as a larged hoofed foot clomps down in front of you. You land on your back just barely missing the mound of poop you made seconds earlier.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing you little freak?" An angry male voice yells at you as you cower on the ground with your pants around your ankels.
The owner of the voice is a huge black furred anthro draft horse. He's sporting a dark blue employees t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts like the other staff. On anyone else, such clothes won't make anyone look dangerous but streched over his ripped body they only server to better outline the muscles that would otherwise be obscured under his fur.
You gulp hard before trying to answer him.
"I... I..." you studder looking at the pile of poop between your legs.
"You what? You think you're an animal? An animal that can just shit anywhere he wants?" The stallion asks enraged.
"Do you know what we do with animals here, freak?" The horse shouts in your face as he grabs you by the shirt and lifts you up.
Your body is limp with fear as he walks over towards an open door with the words: 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' written in big red letters.
"We _____ them!" He laughs as he throws your partly naked body on to the cold concrete floor before locking the door behind him.
