"ffffuuuppbt" Karen did her best to curse as her hoof slipped off the steering wheel again, causing her to awkwardly stomp the air till it landed on the wheel again.

She hated driving like this, but she had never been one to give up, stubborn as a mule one could say if she was out of earshot. But with her arms more like forelegs, their side-to-side movement was severely limited, so she was forced to only use one hoof to grip the wheel while the other hung awkwardly in the air, twisting her whole body to get the motion needed to turn her rig.

But now she was barely able to keep the pressure needed on the wheel to turn it without slipping off. grunting and letting off a few pained whinnies, she managed to get one of her hindlegs across her lap, her curse seemingly so focused on her upper half that there was still some humanish flexibility there, though it wasn't easy.

Now with her hind leg providing pressure on the wheel as well, she could twist and steer the truck with a little more reliability. Karen was glad she had managed to get the extra wide seat installed on her new rig a few weeks ago, though even with the extra movement back, it was still getting tight.

She was almost there, of course there was rain though, slowing her speed as a final obstacle. Not that it mattered much as she looked down at her very equine brown furred body only covered in the scraps of her overalls. she was sure to be a surprising sight for the receiver whether she arrived now or later.


Made by  Halcy0n

This is actually the first of the two pages originally commissioned before it was expanded into a short comic

Good thing her equine muzzle is essentially self-censoring her swearing


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