Sarah let out a sigh that seemed to change into a nicker on the way out. Craning her nearly complete equine head down, she took stock of her changing body. Somehow she was still on two legs, but, otherwise, she looked like an anthro horse someone had stuffed into human sized clothes.
Snorting through her nearly complete nostrils, she grumbled. “By the looks of things, I’m going to end up as a horse before too long. I might as well look the part. You got something to cut these clothes off with?”
Michelle bit her lip and looked back at Sarah, eyeing her increasingly strained clothes. As much as she didn’t like it, she knew Sarah was probably right. Leaving them there would probably make it much more painful for her before long anyway.
With a nod, she went back to the pickup to get the knife out of the glove compartment.
It had been an awkward experience, for both of them, but Michelle managed to cut away the clothes on Sarah’s expanding body as she propped herself up against the edge of the fence. Fools Gold, Sage, and Slate all stared on in curious interest, watching as a new horse seemed to be coming into existence on the other side of the fence.
Sarah whisked her tail around as soon as Michelle finished removing her jeans and underwear with the knife. No sooner was she done than Sarah let herself slide off the fence railing and dropped to the ground on all fours. She knelt down and laid down on the grass as soon as she was down, though, and rolled on to her side as her arms and legs finished changing, capping off her transformation with her feet and hands disappearing into the hooves that overtook them.
Sarah let out a heavy sigh and looked back up at Michelle from the ground. The woman stood there dumbstruck, still clutching the nice, as she watched the bay Hanoverian horse that had once been her friend, Sarah, staring back at her.
“Can you still understand me, Sarah?” she stuttered.
She let out a deep sigh of relief when the horse nodded back at her. Then, in shock, she watched as Sarah’s lips flipped opened and she started talking.
“Yesh, I ca-hann sill unhershan’ you.”
Sarah flicked her ears at her own voice, that sounded like a nicker and neighing squeal mixed into one. She guessed this was the result of entering in two out of five on the speech change option last night. Right now she almost wished she would have entered one or zero instead. But, at least she could still talk and understand what Michelle was saying.
“You can still talk,” Michelle gasped.
“Alsho par’ of quesh-hon-eeer lash nigh,” Sarah coughed. Then, after getting her breath, she craned her neck up and looked over her new body, feeling her massive heart thundering in her chest. “How hr’oo I look?”
Sarah shook her head and tried not to give in to how ridiculous this felt. “Well, whether you want to hear it or not, you actually turned into a pretty good looking horse. I think you’re a Hanoverian. A bay. How do you feel?”
Taking stock of the black tipped legs and solid black tail, Sarah came to terms that she was a bay horse, too. Then, twitching her ears back at Michelle and turning her head to look at her through one eye. “I feeeel fine. Hreal hun’reee, though.”
“Hungry?”
Sarah nodded her head.
Michelle bit her lip. For second, she forgot that the horse lying in front of her was Sarah and almost suggested just munching on the grass around her. But, thought better of it, and decided to think of a different option. She knew she had some packaged salad in the house, and there were other fruits and vegetables too since she was trying to get Burt to eat healthier. There was bread, too. Beyond that, though, the only other thing she had that Sarah could probably safely eat now was in the barn: hay, alfalfa hay, oats, horse feed, and, of course, there was plenty of grass. Fools Gold, Slate, and Sage had never complained about those choices.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation, she decided to give Sarah the options and see which one she wanted.