Author's Note

Behold! The moment you've all been waiting for.

Clop! Clop! And more clop!

You're welcome.

Hope someone actually cums to this.

Hot and Bothered

Scootaloo really wasn't sure about this.

At all.

But Rumble kept shooting that expecting look at her, goading her on.

So, reluctantly, without any pomp or ceremony, she unzipped her black hoodie jacket and let it fall to the floor. Under her jacket, she wore only a plain white T-shirt.

Yet, Rumble kept eyeing her, practically begging her on. She could tell he wanted more.

"What the hell" she thought flippantly. "If I'm going through with this, might as well have some fun with it." And so, crossing her arms over her chest, she grabbed the bottom rim of her shirt. Slowly, tantalizingly, teasingly slow, she rolled her shirt up and over her head, turning it inside out, before spinning it in the air like a lasso and letting it fall to the ground as well.

All that was left was her sports bra . . . for now.

As she reached behind her back, trying to undo the buckle, Rumble chimed in "Hey Scoots?"

"Hmmm?"

"Let me help you with that" with a content sigh, Scootaloo let her hands fall to her waist as Rumble moved behind her.

She could feel a little tug in the cotton as he fiddled with the buckle. In her peripheral vision, she saw Rumble step to her right side, helping her shrug it off the rest of the way.

Scootaloo's upper half was now bare as a baby's bottom. So when Rumble slung an arm around her shoulder and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips, she cooed in delight. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more.

And so, she jumped in and gave him a massive smooch. As their lips locked together, and their tongues wrestled, Rumble hugged her even tighter, wrapping his torso around around her even tighter. And Scootaloo returned the favor.

But then, perhaps a little more boldly, he reached down and gave her left tit a playful little squeeze.

Scootaloo jumped. "Hey now" she said teasingly, "no need to hurry. we've got all night."

"I know" he replied with a knowing grin. Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

Then he let go of her, rushing to pick the suit up off of the floor. "So anyway" he continued, handing the suit to her "You agreed didn't you?"

She sighed again, heavier this time. Yes, she had agreed to it, but that didn't mean she wanted to. Hesitantly, first unzipped the pants, letting them fall to the ground. Next the mask. For neither one did she check to see what was inside.

Holding the shirt out in front of her, she shot Rumble a worried look. "You sure about this?" she grimaced.

"Absolutely" he replied, confident.

Hesitantly, turning the shirt around, getting ready. "Well, here goes nothing she thought as she lifted it up over her head and slipped her hands through the sleeves and into the gloves at the end. The zipper around the collar clanked against her teeth as she pulled her head through.

Letting the shirt fall around her waist, settling against her naked chest, something surprised her. Caught her off guard. Around the chest area, there were hundreds of little rubber nubs, grinding directly into her titty blubber. It was strange and exotic . . . but she kind of liked it. the constant stimulation, being applied directly to her hooters, was subtle yet noticeable. She shivered as slight electric tremors of pleasure ran down her spine.

She twisted and turned, trying to get a sense of what the latex felt like on her skin. It was cold, but smooth and soft to the touch. It glided over her skin like a cozy blanket.

Curious, she checked to see what if felt like to pick things up through the latex gloves, grabbing her shirt and bra off the ground, only to throw them back down. And she did likewise with other objects around the apartment, such as the half finished coffee mug on the little table text to the couch.

All the while, Rumble stood by and let her do her thing, getting used to it. After a minute or two, he piped in "So how's it feel?"

"Weird" she replied bluntly. "Very weird. But nice."

"Great to hear it" she heard him say, a confident smirk on his lips "You ready to put the rest on yet?" it wasn't a request. She could tell he fully expected for her to complete the ensemble, probably sooner rather than later.

"Maybe." she said, not committing one way or the other. Let me take a look first." Scootaloo picked the pants up off the floor, expecting it would be no big deal. However, upon peeking inside, she was much less sure of herself. There was no way those huge dildos would fit up her cunt, much less her ass. "Uuuuuuuum, Rumble. You wouldn't happen to have any lube would you?"

Rumble looked flustered. Taken aback. Wow, he wasn't kidding. He really hadn't thought this through "Ummm . . . no" he replied sheepishly.

Scootaloo was actually kind of surprised by her own reaction. Why was she so disappointed when, not even an hour earlier, she was so vehemently against the idea? She was still getting constant stimulation on her tits, so maybe she was just horny? She didn't know. All she knew was that she actually wanted to try it out now.

But it looked like that wasn't going to happen "It's okay" She conceded. "We can just go without it." She grabbed at the bottom of her kinky, latex shirt getting ready to take it off.

"NO!" Rumble countered forcefully. Then he backed off a little. "Oh, ahem. I mean, uh, no. Keep the shirt on. It looks good on you." Scootaloo was taken aback by that reaction. Rumble really, really seemed to want her to put that suit on, way more than he should have. She got that he was probably horny and knew that often made men do some really stupid stuff. But there seemed to something more at play then him just thinking with his dick. What was he planning?

But then, Rumble perked up out of nowhere. It was that look he got when he had an idea.

Rumble's ideas always ended horribly.

"By the way," he said. "I might not have any lube, but I think I know something else that could work."

She was inquisitive now, curious "What's your idea babe?"

He shot her a smirk and a sly wink. "I'll show you" he replied cryptically.

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Rumble had an idea. A beautiful, awful idea. But whether or not he could execute it well, that was yet to be seen.

For the first step, he needed to get Scootaloo undressed,

"Come sit down" he ordered, directing her to the couch "I'll help you get those boots off."

"No thanks, I got it" Scootaloo countered, bending over to untie the laces. Rumble was disappointed, but not resentful. And he didn't stand idly by to watch either. While Scootaloo was busy pulling those big boots off her feet, Rumble was undoing his belt buckle and the zipper on his jeans.

By the time Scootaloo's feet were bare, Rumbles pants were around his ankles. Kicking them off, he crept up behind Scootaloo, he hugged her around the waist, and unbuttoned her cargo shorts. Scootaloo seemed to appreciate his help as he hooked his thumbs inside her panties and let it all fall around her ankles.

But that wasn't all. Hugging her waist with his left arm, Rumble brought his right arm over by her crotch. Then with his forefinger, just for the hell of it, he gave a quick little flick to her clit.

She yelped in response, staring down in bewilderment, only to turn around and giggle seconds later. "Oh, two can play at that game" she joked as she turned to the side and gave him a hard noogie.

"Hey, not the hair! I just got it looking nice." Scootaloo laughed in response.

That was it. Now for the real fun. Backing away, Rumble took two steps over to the couch, ripping off his Wondercolts jersey as he did so, and flopped down. Slouching back all nice and comfy, he spread his legs eagle and teased "Why don't you come take a seat?"

Scootaloo grinned a knowing grin. "My pleasure" she moaned.

She sauntered up to him, swaying her hips, bent down, and loosely wrapped a hand around Rumble's semi-hard cock. She sucked his head only the slightest amount, barely enough for him to feel it at all, before licking his tip and pulling away, leaving him desperately wanting more.

Fortunately, he didn't need to wait long. Scootaloo climbed up on the sofa, standing next to him on the cushions. Facing outward, she stepped one foot over his lap, bent her knees down low, and shoved her ass right in Rumble's face. That cute, pert, athletic little ass with it's firm, tightly woven muscles. Rumble would even go so far as to say it was his favorite part about her appearance. Would that be shallow? He didn't know and he didn't really care. All he knew is he needed to fuck that booty pronto.

It didn't help matters when she started shaking her hips, sending that ass jiggling like jello. Her twerking behind filling his field of vision. And if that wasn't enough, there was also the smell. That strong, feminine musk, clouding Rumble's mind and driving him wild! He had to be careful. If he got too carried away, he might forget to keep the suit from going pony again. Yet, he was already at full mast, harder than stone.

Scootaloo seemed to notice as she looked back at him, biting her lip, and winked. She crouched as low as she could go. Wrapping her right hand around the base of his cock, she angled it, lining it up with her snatch, preparing to ride him silly when . . .

"Wait!" he interjected. Scootaloo paused, waited, and listened to what he had to say. "Not there" he continued on. Reaching a hand forward, he realigned his cock with her puckered anus instead.

Scootaloo was taken aback. "Are you sure?" she inquired "I don't think . . ."

"It'll fit" he interrupted. "Let's just . . . try it. Okay?" Scootaloo was less sure. He could tell. He could feel the tension in her body. But he knew she trusted him.

"Okay" she complied.

Falling onto her knees, she lowered her hips even more. Prodding her starfish against his tip, she pushed and pushed as hard as she could to make it go in.

But no luck. So she pushed some more, yet it still didn't work. So, to help, Rumble did two things at once. First, he willed the suit, or a least the part Scootaloo was wearing, to push her down even more than she was on her own. Second, he bucked his hips upwards, as high as he could.

The results were instantaneous. In one beautiful moment, Rumble's entire cock rammed deep into Scootaloo's back door. He was balls deep. Yet, in that moment, Scootaloo let out a blood curdling shriek. "Ow!".

Oh no, she was hurt. "Oh my goddess, are you okay?" Rumble asked, concerned. "I can pull out if you . . ."

"No" she cut him off, "no. It's okay. It's a little sore, but I think I'm getting used to it." She paused for a brief moment before continuing "But what the hell was that?!" she wondered aloud

"What was what?"

"That! I don't know. It felt like something pushed me down by my shoulders just a second ago"

Shit! He was being too obvious about it. He needed to try to lay low for now. And so, he played dumb. "Oh, well that's weird. But I didn't see anything."

"Hmm, me neither come to think of it. Weird. Guess I just imagined it." Oh whew! He really dodged a bullet there.

With that distraction out of the way, Scootaloo got back to the situation at hand. She started to bob up and down on Rumble's cock . . . slowly. Very slow. Very careful. She'd already tore up her insides a little. It hurt. It ached. she wasn't injured. But she still wanted to loosen up so as to not cause any more damage.

Yet, at the same time, Rumble was having the time of his life. Scootaloo's ass was so tight. It clenched. It pulsated. It squeezed his cock in just the right ways. He could even feel her heartbeat.

Driven by lust, Rumble cradled her body, reaching around her to gain access to her cunt. With one hand, he stuck out his pinky and pointer finger. He did this to establish some support as he shoved both his fingers in the middle deep into Scootaloo's cunt. He angled his fingers upwards, trying to find her G-spot.

When Scootaloo trembled in his arms, and her ass squeezed tight around his cock, he knew he'd found it. So, he stayed the course. He kept grinding his fingers into her G-spot as hard as he could. At the same time, he used his other hand to rub around her clit. Likewise, he willed the latex nubs, pushing into her tits to grow just a little bit longer. Dig in just a little bit deeper. Not too much, of course. Not enough that she'd really notice. But just enough to drive her wild.

And drive her wild it did. She was was really pounding his cock now, oscillating up and down and up and down, faster and faster. Harder and harder. Throwing caution to the wind.

Likewise, Rumble could feel his own orgasm was imminent, the more his skin ground against her inner tunnel, the stronger those lovely tingles got. And it couldn't go on forever.

More and more and more. He was getting close now. Right on the edge and . . . Oh! Oh-Ooooooh "Scoots, I'm gonna cum!" he groaned out

"I'm getting close too" she moaned

"Nnnggggggghhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he let out a powerful grunt as hot, thick ropes of sticky baby batter shot out of him. One rope. Then two. Then three. Then four. Gush after gush. It went on and on, seeming to have no end.

And yet, it did end, sooner than he would have like. But, for as short as it was, it was very satisfying. Rumble basked in one of the best afterglows he'd ever had It felt amazing. The residual tingles after such a big cum felt almost as good as what had come before, but dissipated over time. It was almost like the buildup to an orgasm, but in reverse. Yet, as Rumble started to cool down, Scootaloo was just heating up. "Oh, I think I'm about to cum" she moaned. "Oh Rumble, I'm. I'm . . ."

Wait, no! That wasn't the plan. No, not yet. In a moment of quick thinking, Rumble yanked his hand out of Scootaloo's cunt and pushed her off his cock with the forced of 12 oxen. Surprise, she yelped like a kicked puppy, falling off the edge of her orgasm in the wrong direction. She scarcely managed to catch her balance as she stumbling halfway across the room before collapsing in a heap on the floor.

Dazed, she shook her head and scanned her eyes around the room before locking on to Rumble. "What the hell?" she accused. "I was so close and you . . . you just ruined it!"

Rumble, embarrassed, shot her a sheepish look. "Sorry" he admitted. "I guess that was a little much. I kind of panicked." Standing up, he walked over to the suit's pants "But I was just thinking" he bent down, picked them up, and pointed at the dildos "wouldn't you rather finish off with these?"

Scootaloo looked at the dildos, then stared Rumble dead in the eyes. And she smiled. "I think I can do that."

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Scootaloo held the lower half of the suit in her hands. Rumble was right beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Leaning against him for support, she carefully slipped her left foot into one of the latex heels. Then her right foot. Maneuvering around the massive dongs as Rumble helped her to stay upright.

Yet, as soon as both her feet were secured in the rubber, Rumble cautiously let go. Scootaloo stumbled, holding her hands out to either side for balance before finally gaining some stability.

"You good? Can you stand up?" Rumble asked

"Yeah, I got it" she replied uncertainly. "Just gimme a sec" However, it wasn't a long wait. Once she found her footing, awkward as it was, she was already working at pulling the latex up her legs. Past her ankles, her calves, her knees. But then, about halfway up her thighs, she paused for a brief moment given the tip the larger dildo was less than an inch from her sex.

Then, tugging the latex upward, the dildo's head popped inside of her. She moaned in satisfaction.

Now the smaller dildo was prodding her anus. And 'smaller' was a relative term. It was still really freaking massive. Way bigger than Rumble's cock . . . and Rumble wasn't lacking in that department by any stretch.

It was tricky, getting the dildos to go inside of her. She had to alternate between tugging up on the sides of the pants and reaching down to push up on them from the bottom.

She thought the dildos looked way too big. That they'd never fit. She thought the rear dildo especially would hurt.

But it didn't hurt. Her pussy had already opened up naturally on it's own given how horny she was. She was miles from the edge (Rumble had made sure of that) but she was eager and aching for more.

As for her ass, even though Rumble's cock had stretched it out, loosened it up, there was still barely enough room for the dildo. It stretched her insides out even more then they already were. She was concerned the rubber would cause too much friction rubbing against her sensitive anal walls, but Rumble's cum provided all the lube she could need.

Still though, it wasn't easy.

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Observing the display before him, Rumble could tell she was struggling. Not one to stand idly by, he decided to help.

Falling onto one knee, he got low enough that he could reach the dildos from below. He made a big show of pushing on them. Shoving them deep into her love tunnels. Yet, it was just for show. In reality, he was actually willing the dildos to move on their own.

And move they did. In an instant both pleasure rods were shoved deep inside of her.

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"Oooooooooooooooohhhhh" she moaned, a deep throaty moan of pure bliss. It didn't hurt at all. It felt good. Oh, so good.

When she saw Rumble under her, she was delighted. She'd spread her legs to give him room and moved her hands out of the way, focusing instead on pulling the rest of the latex up her thighs.

But how could he have known he would have rammed the toys inside her so. damn. Quick?!

It was unprecedented. She never thought such a thing was possible. And OH, it felt. So. GOOD!!!

She was so stuffed. So full. It felt like she was being split open. The one in her butt went deeper than she would have thought possible. The one in her pussy was pushing against the furthest wall of her womb, stretching it out and filling it completely. She still wasn't anywhere close to the edge, but she was working her way up to it, and fast.

"Rumble!" she gasped "Help me get this zipper!" The zipper started at the back. She reached behind her but try as she might, she couldn't properly line up the two halves of the zipper. And the more she tried to fiddle with it, the more she twisted and turned. The more she twisted and turned with the pleasure polls buried inside of her, the more those lovely tingles shot through her whole body.

But then something incredibly surprising happened. The zipper zipped closed all by itself. Scootaloo was dumbstruck, speechless.

What?! Just what?! She couldn't understand it.

Yet, that wasn't the end of the weirdness. Suddenly, out of nowhere, both of the dildos started to vibrate. Hard. Fast.

And then they started thrusting in and out of her, stretching her out. Pushing in even deeper then they already were. It felt like a jack hammer was chiseling away at her. No, two jack hammers. They were alternating. When one dildo went in, the other came out. But not too far out. She was always completely full in some way.

Meanwhile, the nubs on her boobs started moving as well. They fluttered and flittered, tickling her already sensitive blubber. And something she couldn't quite identify grabbed onto her nipples and twisted them. likewise something similar was happening to her clit.

She was weak. She was wrecked. And given the steep, narrow heels on her feet, she lost her balance, and fell on her side.

From the floor, she caught sight of Rumble. A sly smirk spread across his lips. "R-R-Rumble?!" she moaned out "W-Wh-What's going oooooonnn?!" Suddenly, the vibrators kicked up to an even higher gear "Aaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiiiii" she squealed. Rumble shot her a wink.

Then a realization struck her. "A-A-A-A-Ar-re you d-doing t-this?!" "H-H-How . . ."

He simply put a finger to her lips "Shhhhhhhh"

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Rumble was pleased with his handiwork. However, he had still blown his cover. He'd given himself away. And Scootaloo would definitely have questions.

But those could wait till later,

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Scootaloo could only watch helplessly as the mask literally floated toward her through the air. She was equal parts confused, terrified, and desperately, unbelievably horny. She needed to cum, RIGHT. NOW!!!

Yet, she was still teetering close to the edge but not quite there, her body refusing to let her fall over. So clouded with lust was her mind that when another rather large black dildo prodded at her lips, she didn't fight against it. In fact she welcomed it.

She opened her mouth wide, popping open her throat as much as she could, throwing her head back. As it entered her mouth, it tasted like cherry for some reason. She sucked and moaned and moaned and sucked. A blubbering heap of pure bliss.

And then the world went black.

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Rumble's headache was coming back. On it's own, it didn't take much effort to keep the suit out of pony mode. But combined with everything else he was doing to it, what he was doing to her, even that little bit of extra effort was too much.

And so, he let go. The moment the mask had slid onto Scootaloo's head and Rumble closed the zipper, he let the whole suit revert back to it's original state.

The eye-holes disappeared in the mask. The face pushed back out into a muzzle. The ears reappeared. As well as the mane, the tail, the round, plastic wings. All of it.

But something much more important had also changed back.

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Scootaloo couldn't see. She was covered head to toe in a cocoon of pure pleasure. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire, just begging to be put out by her wonderful, sticky juices.

But she noticed the suit suddenly felt different. There was Something was sticking off of the face. Something on her head, but she couldn't tell what it was. Not to mention whatever was on her back.

And was that a tail? What the fuck?!

But nothing stuck out to her more than the fact the dildos changed shape. Suddenly they had an even thicker perimeter than before. The tips had flattened out. And a thick ring had manifested near the middle. In her throat, the dildo was now partially blocking her airway, making it much harder to breathe, especially given the limited air in the mask anyway.

In her pussy, that ring was grinding right into her G-spot, pushing her even closer to the edge then she already was.

She let out a muffled moan.

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As he watched the erotic display before him, Rumble felt some pleasure as well. Via his connection to the suit, he could feel every tensed muscle in her biceps, her thighs or her abdomen. Every time her pussy pulsated and quivered. Every time she clenched her ass. Every time she sucked the dildo in her mouth or ran her tongue along it. Rumble felt all of it. And it felt good. Indescribable even.

He was jacking off, pleasuring himself on top of the incredible pleasure from the suit.

He wanted more. He never wanted the pleasure to end, so he did away with the zippers. They disappeared as the latex on either side melted together and fused into one unbroken piece, trapping Scootaloo in prison of ecstasy.

As Rumble grew closer to his own climax, he could feel Scootaloo was close as well

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The pounding. The thrusting. The vibrations. The pulling and twisting. The tickling of the skin on her tits, and the soft tug of the latex everywhere else.

It was too much for Scootaloo to handle. And the closer Scootaloo got to that elusive, wonderful edge, the tighter the latex got. The more greedily it clung to her.

How long would it last for? Would she trapped in this purgatory? Teetering on the edge forever? Or woul . . . Oh. Oh OH!!! Here it comes!!! "Ah fuck yes!!! I'm cumming!!!! Finally!!!!

That's what she thought anyway, but what she really said was

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"Mmmmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh" Rumble heard her moan. But it wasn't what he heard that mattered to him. It was what he felt.

When he felt was Scootaloo's juices spraying against the inside of the suit at 400 miles per hour.

That was enough to push him over the edge as well. Powerful spurt after powerful spurt covered everything from Scootaloo's thighs to her chin. In a moment of brilliant synchronicity, without thinking twice, he willed the suit to do the same.

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Scootaloo's mind was nonexistent. She couldn't think. Only feel. She was in nirvana, cloud nine. The extent of her pleasure was so great that nothing could ever compare to it. She was at peace. Content. Satisfied with how she was right here, right now. With no room for anything else.

Yet, somewhere in the back of what little was left of her awareness, she vaguely registered as something wet and sticky and warm shot deep inside of her. Up her ass. Down her throat. Into her womb.

Through the intense, strenuous pleasure, the scarcity of oxygen finally got to her.

She passed out.

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Basking in his second afterglow of the night, Rumble savored the feeling as his second, third and fourth cocks all shot a silicone based lube deep inside of Scootaloo. He didn't technically need to fuck her ass earlier, he realized. But hell, he wanted to. And so he did.

As both of their minds melted from the pleasure, the suit started to melt physically. It lost it's solidity, becoming a liquid. And it acted like one. But it didn't drip off of her. It stuck to itself. It clung together. Not a single drop was lost.

It soaked into Scootaloo's skin. It flowed down into her stomach, her pussy and her ass. as she lay flat on the ground.

From there, it leached into her blood, finding openings through her sore, bruised anus and her thin womb. It Spread through her whole body. Molding her. Shaping her. Recreating her in it's own image

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Scootaloo woke up some time later.

The first thing she noticed was that the suit had somehow vanished. That smooth, wonderful rubber was gone. She couldn't feel it at all now. The second thing she noticed was that she still incredibly horny. Her tits felt like they were still on fire, even now. Her pussy was aching and quivering. Her ass throbbing.

As a test, she stuck a finger into her mouth, rubbing her gums. Even that felt really good.

Wait a minute. Why did her fingers feel so fuzzy? She was much more alert now, looking around the room. She saw that Rumble was passed out like a log in the floor. Her left ear twitched as his annoying snores permeated the room. She decided not to bother trying to wake him.

Wait, she couldn't wiggle her ears. And why were they so far up on her skull? Come to think of it, what was that she felt on her back?

Sitting up, she reached behind her shoulders with one hand . . . and felt feathers. Her feathers. She had wings. Very small wings.

Okay, what the hell was going on? Mirror. She needed a mirror. She tried to stand up, only to fall back down again. She looked down at her feet, only to see, to her horror, her feet were gone. Where they should have been was only a blunt stump.

What the hell?

She tried to stand up again, much more carefully this time. With slow cautious steps, leaning against the wall for support, she eventually made her way to the bathroom. Now at the door frame, leaning on it instead, she flipped on the light-switch.

She did not expect what she saw. Staring back at her was an image that looked like her but also didn't. It had her same orange skin (or was that fur?) and magenta hair. But that's where the similarities ended. Her hair was all concentrated into a big bush in the middle, like a mane. Her mouth and nose were fused together; pushed out into a muzzle.

She was in bizzaroland, staring at a fun-house mirror version of herself. A weird, anthro horse version. When she waved her much too fuzzy hand in front of her, it did too. When she winked, it winked. When she saw it's horse ear twitch, she also felt it.

"What the fuck?" she mumbled under her breath.

It was definitely her reflection. It even looked like her . . . Sort of. But it wasn't her. It couldn't be . . .

Could it?