Chapter #5A horse is a horse, of course, of course... by: Mr. George   Feeling the bottle slip from your hands, you try to snatch it. Bending lower with each attempt, your fingers duller with every attempt. Until the bottle hits the floor. Thankfully the fall too brief to shatter the contents.
You pop the stopper back into the bottle as your fingers stiffen. Hypnotised by them, you see they're now coated in black nail polish. Turning it this way and that, you realise they all are. As you go to stand, you stumble collapsing to the floor. Your knees aching, you get yourself up to your hands and knees. Just in time to see those fingers merge together locking into a stiff fist. The nails too, join into one long arc, as your see your hands have become hooves!
Your arms must be longer too, as they stick further from the sleeves of your shirt. The wrist looking hairier than before too.
More cautiously, this time you try to stand. Your hips resist, refusing to straighten. Knowing this is far more than aching muscles, you look backwards, beneath your body. Seeing the faint hint of a tail starting to dangle from the base of your spine. Even as you watch, it seems to extend. An awareness of it, as it swishes back and forth telling you clearly it's yours, and it's fully attached.
Glancing down your leg, you see those same dull hooves now replace your feet too.
Your legs look thicker too. More muscular, and straining the seams of your pants. Even as the thought becomes clearer you feel the constriction, as the stitches start to pop. Accelerating into a rapid stacatto burst like machine gun fire, before falling in shreds to the floor.
Your arms burst through the shirt. But, that's barely a concern, as you feel your neck... behaving oddly. Stretching far, far beyond anything you thought possible. Splaying your hands and feet wide. Well, hooves now, you brace yourself as the dizziness mounts. The world around you distorting, your vision shifting. More of the room edging into sight, even as it turns greyer and duller. Your sense of smell improving, even as your breathing feels deeper, and your nervousness mounting.
Your nose and mouth jut forward, then stretch and stretch. Only stopping when you have an actual muzzle. Looking around, you catch your reflection. Or rather the reflection of a horse standing where you should be!?!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Mr. George (UN: rjh-kk at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Georgie has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author