Amy was heading through the crowded hall in the Science building to get to her Chemistry lab. She had missed Physics on account of her wet fur, but she could still go to her other classes. She paused as a large group of people passed in the hall, but yelped when someone closed a locker on her tail. She let out an ear-splitting whinny and dropped her books. The nerves were shooting the pain all the way up her spine as if she had just been electrocuted. Her tail instinctively held itself between her legs, and she rubbed its sore spot with her hands.
"I'm really sorry!" said the guilty party. Amy recognized her as a student in her same Chemistry class. She bent down to pick up Amy's books. "I was just in a hurry...you should really be careful letting that thing flick around willy nilly, it's at the perfect height for these lockers."
"Yeah, well it's okay," Amy said, still flustered. "I'm sorta new at it. You don't have to do that." She joined the girl in scavenging for stray notebook papers. The hall crowd had thinned out now, so it was much easier to pick everything up.
The girl handed her what she had gathered. "I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam." She extended a hand, using the other to brush her copper hair behind an ear. Amy juggled all of her disorganized things with one arm pressing them against her chest so she could give Sam her own hand. Pressing all of her books against her new breasts, she quickly realized, was not the best of ideas, and she had to abort the handshake earlier than she would have liked in order to take the pain off her large breasts.
"I think I know you, from Chem class, right?" She said as they broke their handshake. "I'm Amy. It was my fault, I should keep this thing tied around my waist."
"Well, not all the time. Just when you're near a girl who's too absentminded to notice the seven foot mare girl standing near her." The two were now walking to class together. Amy was immensely relieved...and quite amused...at the fact that they were having a rational conversation about her tail when normally the girl probably would have called the police. Or perhaps a vet. "How does it feel?"
"To be honest," Amy said, thinking about the question. "Wonderful! It's just a really neat thing that you don't realize how great it is until you get one."
Sam looked puzzled by her answer. "Uh, I meant does it still hurt?"
"Oh!" Amy realized. "No! No, it doesn't hurt anymore. For a second when you closed that locker on it all sorts of alarms went through my brain." As if on cue, the period bell rang and they walked into the classroom. There were no assigned seats in the lab, fortunately, so they were able to converse for a few more minutes before the teacher got his lesson ready.
"You were talking about your tail like you didn't used to have one," Sam said in an analytical fashion. "And come to think of it, I don't remember meeting anybody like you before today." Now she seemed to be only talking the matter over with herself, probing her own mind for answers. "Why don't I remember seeing you here before?"
Amy wasn't sure whether to tell her the truth or not, but it was clear the mind-altering spell her leather band was putting out could be thwarted if one thought too hard the discrepancy of their own memories. Or maybe this Sam girl was a fair bit smarter than she let on.
Amy had to think of something, fast.