You feel the swish of a skirt brush the back of your legs, and turn to admire it. Something feels very off, as you are still naked.
With a very worried idea, you suspect what form the doctor has chosen. A hand snakes around to confirm of hopefully deny you suspicion.
But your fingers soon find the tail there.
"You made me a pony girl!! You made me a fucking pony girl!!" you fight to control your anger and your voice. "If I'd known you planned this I'd never have agreed."
"Well there have been a spate of attacks on them, and they have the same rights as us. You grind your teeth, pony girls are chosen for their large asses and you want to punch him.
"The ears are cute. Besides you are only 5% equine." he says trying to mollify you.
Your hand whips out, and you slap him across the cheek. You leave a very satisfying red mark there.
It feels good to strike out like that, but you worry about mental changes. You aren't normally the sort of guy to slap somebody. But then again at the moment you are any sort of guy.
His anger flares in response. "I'm sure you'll draw all the John's with that spectacular ass and that brand mark too."
Your hand races to your thigh, and you feel the rough outline of brand. But it is too far around for you to make out the design without a mirror.
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