You reach for the gun, not with your hand, which you don't have. You sort of imagine reaching for it, grabbing it, and yanking it closer to yourself. The gun zips across the room and hovers over your head, spinning wildly at first until you focus on the home invader from he-double hockey sticks.

By the time you get the gun pointed in the right direction, the battle had already resumed without you. Nick was coming out swinging, but so was that jerk, except he didn't cut his nails, or maybe he did purposefully sharp? Either way, Nick was getting cuts from being scratched and cut by the guy in return for the heavy bashes being given. When was Nick such a fighter?! Admittedly, he was a friend, but you weren't with him all the time. If he took martial arts classes, pretty easy for you to never have heard about it.

The worst part about it was the guy was moving quickly, too quickly. If Nick wasn't taking the hits like a champ, the fight would have already been over. It was like the guy was a blur, raining blows and dodging out of the way as if he were in some kind of permanent bullet time. Getting a bullet in him might be tricky, but if you didn't do it, who would? Now, honesty time, you hadn't shot a person before. But then, you weren't a... whatever you were before either. It was a day for new things, and you would not let Nick down! When they moved so that you weren't shooting Nick through the intruder, you centered your gun, as ready as you ever would be.

"Stop right there!" It was, perhaps, a useless statement, but you felt the urge to at least give the chance of not advancing to force.

He looks over his shoulder, sees the gun, and suddenly you have his attention. Is that a good thing? You squeeze a shot off, but he slides to the left in a liquid dodge even as he comes closer on feet that are too damn fast. No time to aim, you squeeze that trigger as quickly as it can be, your ears ringing with the noise. You couldn't hear anything, but you do see Nick charging in behind the guy. The jerk is reaching for you, clawed hands just about to touch your furry nose when Nick crashes into him from behind, both smashing into the wall in front of you.

You didn't hear the gun go off again, but you can feel it in your magic. Blood sprays. You just shot the guy in that moment of him being down. On the positive, you missed Nick, which was a miracle really, since aiming was very far from your mind in that frantic moment.

Nick kicks the guy and is shouting something, but you can't hear it as your altered ears ring with pain. You drop the gun from your numb magical grip. Nick's alright, so far you can tell, but you're in pain and rub at those new ears. They're so soft! Soft and ringing. Your new hooves are only alright at rubbing at them, but the ringing's dying down.

He's pushing you, sliding you right back into the bathroom you just escaped from. He puts a finger to his lips in a 'shh' motion. Or maybe a wait here? Either way, the door closes. You were not in the mood to hide in a bathroom! You went for the door and peeked through the hole that was still in it.

"Party's over." Nick was waving at someone else, maybe the other party guests? Were they still there?! Shoot, did they get hurt? It was impossible to tell from your angle in the room.

"Let me out." You got to hear your new voice again, so soft and... female.

Why did you have a female voice? You looked over your shoulder but could only see a furry back. You had soft yellow fur, and a bright green tail. Neither were very natural colors for a horse, but you probably didn't qualify as one of those, as they don't usually have horns, you're pretty sure.

Still, you knew enough biology to know where to look to be sure that voice belonged. "No point putting it off," you sighed out to yourself as you raised that new tail up out of the way. You coil on yourself and discover that, whatever you are, you can bend all the way in a circle and reach yourself. This is amazing, but not distracting enough to make you miss that you are looking at very female parts. What you have back there would be quite right on a female horse, which you did not wake up being. "Ah... wow..." You felt you should be freaking out even harder, but it felt... right... somehow?

"Damn it!" But it wasn't right! You were a man! You've been a man for many years! Having survived a long life and earned some time to yourself, you were a retired man. Retired men didn't need... that. You snort with rising confusion and some anger, stomping the ground for effect.

But Nick would like it.

The thought robbed you of anger for a moment, replacing it with confusion. Why would Nick's preference in horses even matter?! He was a friend, not that kind of friend. Whether or not he enjoyed the sway of your tail over your shapely bottom didn't matter!

A shapely bottom you shouldn't have! Why were you even thinking of it that way? Horses did not have bottoms that were shapely, or not. You thought back on the fight, the two locked in fisticuffs. Nick was so brave and strong, and you couldn't, for a moment, help but think of his form as he brawled.

"No!" You were far more interested in that lady he had invited over. You knew her, good woman. Hopefully she was alright. Would she... Christ on a stick, there was no way she'd be alright with what happened to you. Why did it happen?!

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