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The lower half of Angela's body kept growing. Looking over her shoulder, she might've thought she was riding a horse if she didn't know any better. The truth was much stranger, though she was accepting it much better than anyone could have expected. Her belt and the scraps of her dress looped between her new sets of legs. She twisted as best she could to get a better view as her belt started to widen, becoming a decorative saddle. She shrugged a bit as she felt more of the leather creep its way up her back, connecting to her top as a set of reins. Her long ears twitched (When did that happen?) at the thought of someone jumping on her back and riding her around, and yet…

It didn't seem like such a crazy idea. She certainly felt strong enough for it. I'm probably pretty fast, too, she thought, clopping back and forth on her long, chestnut legs. But I'll never find out down in this basement! I wonder if Winifred belongs to a polo club...

THE END... or is it?

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The lower half of Angela's body kept growing. Looking over her shoulder, she might've thought she was riding a horse if she didn't know any better. The truth was much stranger, though she was accepting it much better than anyone could have expected. Her belt and the scraps of her dress looped between her new sets of legs. She twisted as best she could to get a better view as her belt started to widen, becoming a decorative saddle. She shrugged a bit as she felt more of the leather creep its way up her back, connecting to her top as a set of reins. Her long ears twitched (When did that happen?) at the thought of someone jumping on her back and riding her around, and yet…

It didn't seem like such a crazy idea. She certainly felt strong enough for it. I'm probably pretty fast, too, she thought, clopping back and forth on her long, chestnut legs. But I'll never find out down in this basement! I wonder if Winifred belongs to a polo club...

THE END... or is it?

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*Your votes in the comments are nice and all, but this is a commission-based chain. See START or the Journal for details.