You stare, still agape, at your former dog. A huge rubber horse stands in the middle of your kitchen, trying to wag it's long, silky tail. You feel your head start to swim. Stumbling, you grab a nearby chair to hang your head in your hands. That's it: you've gone insane. You'll just wake up in your bed in a few minutes. You reach your fingers over to your forearm and pinch as hard as you can.
OUCH!
You yelp in pain, and the chair tips over behind you. You crash to the floor, tumbling head over heels. You're sitting on your butt, staring up at the rubber horse still standing in the kitchen. He makes an attempt to whine, but it just comes out as bray. Neighing in concern, your horse paws over to you. Looking up at it, shocked, your realize what he's going to do. You pull yourself back just as his long rubber tongue comes out of his mouth, dripping with latex. You jump to your feet and rush down the hallway, towards your bedroom. Your horse, braying out in shock that you are ignoring him, races down the hall after you.
He's much faster now that he's a horse. In five seconds flats he reaches you, but he can't stop soon enough. He smashes right into you, making a loud, dull noise as your back hits the solid mass of rubber that is the side of his stomach. It's like hitting a giant rubber ball. You go flying down the rest of the hallway, hitting the wall with a cracking noise. Plaster dust rains down from the hole you made. Sitting against the wall, in a corner, rubbing your head, you realize you have nowhere left to go. Your horse neighs happily, silky tail swishing behind him, and clomps over and gives your face a long, latex-wet lick.
Instantly, your horse's tongue sticks to your face. Trying to pull away, he pulls back and is thrown at you at a reasonable amount of speed. You scream as the hulking mass of rubber engulfs you, wrapping you and your dog in a huge ball of it. The horse body rolls into a sphere-like shape, rolling up and down your hallway. You hear a whimper and feel something leaving the ball.
Suddenly, you begin to contort, filling the horse costume. Your screams become brays of terror as your face and neck pushes out, filling the huge head of the costume. Your whole body elongates, arms growing longer and filling the massive forearms and hooves. Your rump and thighs swell to fit the costume tightly. Your butt suddenly feels pressure, and the silky tail is flopping behind you. Your chest and stomach fill out and broaden to fit. Your feet shrink into huge rubber hooves. Suddenly , the pulling feeling stops.
You open your eyes and look back. A massive rubber horse body stares back at you. You experimentally shift your tail, and it flicks in the air behind you. You bump into the wall and loud squeaking noise comes out, confirming you are made of a huge mass of brown rubber. You neigh in shock and take a few uncertain steps forward, stumbling on your massive hooves, your massive flanks and rump quivering as you walk. Your long ears swivel when you hear barking behind you. You turn your massive body around (not an easy task in the narrow hallway) and see your non-rubber puppy, barking happily and wagging his tail. He prances around you (still recognizing you as his owner, even if you're a rubber horse), but must have learned his lesson, as he gets no closer than two feet from you.
How are you going to get out of this one?
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