Trunk one
Trunk one. You pull on the costume in a blind rage. Without clearly looking at it. Familiar pain strikes you down to your knees as you body changes and transforms into fuck knows what. Once again a black hole appears and swallows you whole. This time you didn't pass out. Instead, you felt apart from yourself and you become whole again standing in a grassy field, which was ten times better than the jungle. You look down between your legs, which was awkward was you were on all fours. Nothing was there, were you still a girl and judging the legs...
“Fuck” you curse in a rather cherry upbeat tone. You were a fucking pony.
Written by psto1464 on 13 September 2018
The end (for now)