Jack slowly woke up, his eyes still heavy and his mind still foggy. He had the strangest dream last night - something about a horse.
He felt a woman sleeping next to him, tightly gripping his chest. He wasn't surprised. He often woke up with a strange woman beside him and - depending on how drunk he got - he often didn't remember their name. He blinked a few times. His eyes began to adjust and his surroundings gradually came into focus. He was in some kind of barn.
Must have really put 'em away last night, thought Jack. He couldn't remember how he ended up here, but he often woke up in odd places after a night of hard drinking and even harder sex. Oh, well. Time to lose the baggage and head home.
"Morning Honey, " said Jack sweetly to the woman hanging on his chest.
The girl groaned loudly and hugged him tighter.
Man, she has got some grip. Hope it is not one of the Anderson sisters, thought Jack, remembering the big beefy girls who worked on the Anderson farm.
He looked down and saw a wild tangle of thick blonde hair.
Thank God! Can't be them, thought Jack, remembering that the Anderson sisters all had red hair.
Jack's curiosity was piqued. Just who was this girl? Jack gently brushed away the blonde hair to reveal a scalp covered in ... white fur?! He followed the fur as it trailed down her scalp, over her forehead, past her face ending at the tip of a long muzzle. This girl had the face of a horse - literally!
"What the hell..." said Jack as he roughly pushed her off and jumped up. Jack backed away from her in fear.
The girl groaned again, grumpily shaking off sleep. She placed her hands on the ground and pushed herself up as she blinked her eyes rapidly. Suddenly her eyes went wide as she spotted her hands on the ground. She held them up in front of her face, wiggling the three digits that ended in thick hard black nails.
"What..... what happened ... to me..."
She said the words slowly and carefully, as if it was difficult for her to speak. She looked up at Jack and her eyes grew to the size of large saucers.
"You....did you do this?" she asked holding her hand out to him accusingly.
"No!" he said immediately, holding out his own hands to ward her off.
And that was when Jack finally noticed his own changes. His hands also ended in three thick digits capped by hard black hooves. Suddenly his memories came flooding back, everything that happened to him yesterday.
"At least I don't think so," said Jack with little confidence.
He wondered if perhaps he had infected someone else last night.
The girl struggled to stand, then began to fall, not familiar with standing on two large hooves. Jack rushed to her side to help her, holding her up in his arms.
"Thank you, " she said. The words seemed to be coming easier to her now, the initial shock having worn off. "I am sorry for accusing you. I was just scared. But I should really be thanking you - especially after all you did for me last night."
Jack was confused at first. Then it suddenly hit him. The white fur, the long blonde mane. The color combination was familiar, exactly matching the pattern on ...
"Sally!?!" exclaimed Jack with shock.