Rose released her grip on Stephi's udder, stunned at her sudden aggression. "I'm like, solo sorry Stephie, does your boob thingies hurt to
bad?" Stephie laughed, "Im a-okay!" She giggled. Her hoof- hand fumbled with the dice,
But she eventually manged to role a six. "Three and three makes six!" She moved her cow-like figurine six spaces and landed on a
square with a picture of a crown on it. It read: "name a year" and nothing more. "A year? What year? Uhhhh I didn't study for this. " her
thoughts flashed to a history class. The colors in a documentary they watched held her attention for a few seconds. "1795!" She helped.
Suddenly her blind hair turned white and piled itself upon her head until it was nearly six feet a over her scalp. It alligned itself with a
colorful assortment of ribbons and bows. Her udder disappears,
Bit her lust grew. Her lips thickened considerably, and her face remained right while the tip of her cheeks and nose turned bright red. The
black spots disappeared. "My, what a grand feeling," she groaned in a thick French accent. Her clothes bece large and bouncy dress
clothes, like a ball own. She laughed calmly and grinned,"let them eat cake!" She cried.