You blink as the door opened revealing "mama": a anthropomorphic horse. Blinking you instinctively try to stand to get a better look at her, only for your new body, the spongy crib mattress, and the diaper pushing your legs apart to conspire against you. AS you try to stand up rapidly you almost immediately lose your balance and start to fall.
A hand suddenly cups your back stopping you and you grab onto the crib rails for balance. You follow the hand, now gently rubbing your back, up to the mare who was giggling. Good morning pumpkin! Almost had a nasty fall didn't we? She asks. Her voice is warm with just a slight tinge of a country accent.
She had a soft honey brown coat which faded to white around her hands and hooves and her face. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties from what you could guess. She was wearing a night robe and her dark hair was done up in a pony tail. You had to snicker at that bit.
Her dark brown eyes meet yours and her smile widens.
Despite everything that has just happened and how confused you still were her eyes and smile cause a warmth to grow in your chest and a feeling of comfort and safety to envelope you.
Mama? You say again making the mare giggle once more. That's right sweetie, mommies here my little pumpkin.
You finally take a look at yourself and you can see that her name for you is pretty accurate. You have the mares white coated hands and hooves but the rest of your body is covered in a dark brown, almost orange coat of fur. Like a pumpkin!
Any further thoughts are banished when the mare drops the crib sides and picks you up. Lets get the day started sweetie. She says holding you to her chest. You look up at her and decide to
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