"Now we Girl Pioneers have to prove our pioneer spirit by plowing a field like our ancestors did," she says as she puts a leather harness over your head and shoulders and around your torso. The harness is way too big for you, and hangs loosely, but weirdly it seems to be shrinking on you.
"Whoa! It's really working!" one girl shouted clapping, and stepping back.
"Shouldn't that be gidyap! Not whoa!" laughs another girl letting go and stepping back.
All the girls are stepping back, and giving you room.
"You're done?" you say angrily getting to your feet, but you fall forward and are on the floor turning red on all fours.
Wait. Something's wrong. You should be on your hands and knees, not on your hands and feet? You look down at yourself and up at the girls surrounding you. Your hands and feet are cramping up and dark cuticle is enveloping them in hooves.
"What have you done to me?" you say in an unnaturally deep voice.
"We need a dumb animal to pull the plow, Jake. And guess who our dumb animal is? Now be a good little draft animal, and maybe we will turn you back. Be bad, and you know it's still considered okay to geld dumb animals?"
"Geld means to fix you. You know cut your balls off," adds a girl with glasses.
You feel yourself growing into your harness, and man you are getting horny. There must be toad toxin on the harness, because you have to be hallucinating, right? You feel a tail push out from the base of your spine, and it brushes against your widening butt cheeks.
You feel a deep pressure in your diaphragm and let out a