“HUH, what the blue blazes, it was a dream!
I am luckily it was a dream…, or I think it was a dream? ” Margery muttering to herself. I had started as did any other day, until she was told of her son as lost to her. She found her hands as again combing along her furred thighs. As she realized what her hands were doing, Marg jerked herself to be sitting up on her bed, causing then of a feeling of something really odd.
Carefully, she reached her hands to begin feeling at her enlarged, fur surrounded, pony size vulva. Marg felt at the not so tender of folds, finding it as more than damp; as factually leaking of her vagina fluid onto the top blanket covering her bed. “Oh yuck,” Marg grumbled at the mess as she had thought to lay back and continue to relax from a crazy day!
Suddenly she was awake, and had a thought to at as past the shade-drawn window, expecting to see daylight, but what she noticed as the darkness outside the house. Marg then turned to switch on the bedside reading lamp, and the added light bade her to check as to time, she seeing it was 2:00 am in the early morning. Turning again to thinking about the mess she had just discovered messing up her bed, Marg reached to her bedside table and took from the dispenser several tissues; as thought to use them to mop up her mess she made.
Her few tissues were nowhere enough to clean, dob or mop up the mess, as she discovered the sheer volume of the fluid seeping out of her to be a stream. Disgusted, Marg launched herself from off her bed to standing then beside the bed. To further her sense of personal dismay, when her feet hit the hardwood parquet floor, the few more dribbles dripped to form a few puddles, causing her feet to slip and her legs as spread wide apart.
Marg grabbed at the bed to stop her from going into a full leg spread split, as a flow of adrenaline made her to feel then as wildly horny. As holding onto the soiled blanket, Marg grumbled about her luck and her stance as close to doing a spread-eagle. Her feeling as scared caused more dribbling of long strings of fluid onto the bedroom floor.
“Oh crap,” Marg exclaimed aloud!
She had good reasons for feeling angry at herself, and worse, she felt as anxious about then feeling of a strange movement sensation.
As she righted her stance, Marg took to accounting her present self, feeling at her dense furry pelt of pony fur; before came the special something what the Medallion's curse made to grow and become as part of her. As how she then turned, twisting her torso to see what felt odd, and saw that during her sleeping she had grown a tail. A tail of the same length and color like what Tilda and Roberta had as well.
“What is happening to me Medallion Spirit?” Marg yelled, she expected the Medallion to reply as it had done before. However a sniff of a smell in the air reminder her she left the Medallion as frying in an iron skillet. So just then she looked toward the bedroom closet door and saw her reflection. Stunned by what she saw, Marg ogled at her reflection, giving to wondering if what she saw was real, or a figment of her stressed imagination?
“Well, the Medallion’s curse seems to have decided that our stud farm needs an owner and manager that is half as a pony mare!"
Margery stood there trying to forgetting the mess she had made on her bed, and remained as mesmerized, she gawking at how her head had become likened to that of Tilda's.
To make matters seem worse, she saw then a short mane sprouting, her lovely furry body, as well her arms, legs, and feet all covered by a winter coat of pony fur. She thought her whole self was decidedly different, but hoped it would never go so far of her transforming to make her as a full mare or worse; like in her dream, if she become as was Sammy.