The movie having since finished, the New Perths were now beginning their drive back to their home. She had her overcoat wrapped around herself as she stared out the side window, to the fields they drove past, a sense of loss and longing biting away at her.
Finally, she had to say something about it.
“Darling. I’ve made a decision.” She spoke up slow and clear.
“And what would it be?” He asked, actually a little worried about what she wanted.
“I miss it too much, the mane, fur, and tail. I want. No. Need them back.” She stated with her eyes fixed on the scenery they passed.
“You can’t be serious. You can’t want to be a horse again? Can you?”
“Not fully.” She corrected him. “Just half-way, so I can keep the speech and intellect, but have enough of my old self to remember where I came from.”
“Why?” Was the question he wracked his brain around.
He couldn’t figure it out. After they way he and she’d been treated by humans, the way they saw them as just animals and tools for their own usage, and how they saw themselves as the ones completely on top. He couldn’t understand why she’d want to go back to that life, even if only partially.
“Think about it. As humans, they saw themselves as being the Masters of this World, with everything else beneath them, and that being the ‘Natural Order’. I’d rather not run the risk of becoming like them.”
“Alright then.” He finally conceded with a sigh. “But remember. This is what you wanted.”
“I know.”
“I wish, that the lady next to me, who used to be a mare, will now become an anthropomorphic horse, the way, she wants to be.” He made the wish with an easily-noticeable lack of enthusiasm.
Following his making of the wish, it began. She could feel it. The prickling over her skin as cream-yellow fur returned to her, but greyish-yellow at the reforming muzzle that pushed out to not quite where it used to be, but a notable distance nonetheless. Her neck had thickened to support the larger head while she shuffled forwards to let her tail slide around. The sound of snapping lace came next as she looked to see hoofed feet, shaped to allow her to continue standing upright, more tears reaching her pointed ears from her dress that began to fall apart due to her greater size.
The next change was to her hair, longer and now a strawberry-blond that ran more than half-way down her back, her ears now poking through it at the top of her head. Her breasts had changed as well, become proportionally solid D-Cups on her now athletically-toned, six-foot-three body, dark grey areolas peeking out.
“This. This is the shape for me.” She purred as she swiftly ripped the already-ruined dress off, the overcoat the only thing she had that could fit her as she now was.
He however, was not so happy with the result. He’d been hoping for some seriously passionate nights with her, starting tonight. Now, he’d have to revise those plans massively if he wanted to hold onto them. To try and take his mind off that topic, he moved to another one.
“Say? They used to refer to you as ‘Buttercup’? Correct?”
“Yes. When I was just a normal horse, they did.” She replied, happier now than she’d been for a while.
“I see, well the original Mrs Perth had the first name of Annabelle. I think that’s a name you’ll need to get used to.”
“Annabelle Perth?” She tried the name. “I like it. So what was his name?” Obviously meaning the original Mr Perth.
“Jacob.”
“Jacob Perth. And Annabelle Perth. Might stick with those names.” She said as she leaned back as best she could, coat sliding open a good bit. “Mind you, I wonder what they’ll be like when we get there? Or what's going on back there?” She spoke of their 'actions' in the City, with Daniel and the Restaurant.
“We’ll find out soon enough.” He answered as their home had just come into view.