Chapter 5: Dinner
Her heart sank. With a sinking feeling, she sat up, her eyes widening as she glanced down. Annisa found herself staring at the sight of the horse's penis, still attached to her, the unmistakable signs of their earlier coupling evident in the viscous fluid that had soiled her abaya and hijab. Her face fell, and her eyes squeezed shut.
"Assalamu'alaikum," she muttered weakly, her voice trembling as she uttered the traditional Muslim greeting. She was greeted by a stunned silence, and she couldn't blame her family for their shocked reaction. Her mother's eyes widened, her father's mouth hung open, and her siblings stared, frozen in shock.
"Annisaaa...," her mother began hesitantly, her voice filled with disbelief. "What...what is this?
What's happening to you?"
Annisa hesitated, glancing around at her family before taking a deep, steadying breath. "It's been happening for a while now," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everywhere I go, he's there. Every night, every day, he's inside me." She looked down at the horse's penis once more, her expression pained.
"But... why didn't you tell us?" her mother asked, her voice quavering with emotion.
But before Annisa could respond, the horse penis began to twitch, and a low rumble echoed from its depths. Suddenly, it was thrusting again, and Annisa couldn't help but cry out, her voice high and strained.
"I don't want to worry you," she gasped, gripping the edge of the table as the horse's movements grew more insistent. "But I can't control it. It just... happens."
Her family stared, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief. Her mother's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror, while her father looked on, his face pale and drawn.
"Oh, my dear Annisa," her mother breathed, tears streaming down her face.