Your choice falls to the gypsy vanner horse mascot costume. You run your hand through the soft and long mane and admire your soft body. Wait a second: when did you get in the bodysuit. You paw with your clumsy mittens around your body and there seems to be no zipper at all. The back seam is obstructed by something- the mane? Wait... when did you take the head as well? You look in the mirror and realize you are wearing the full outfit already. Even the horse shoes are hugging your feet snuggly. Was it the suit who lured you into a trap?
You realize your mittens are sewn to the suit and the warmth begins to kick in. You perform a crazy dance, your tail waving crazily- but to no use. The suit is stuck.

"Don't be afraid. I will take care of you..." A quiet voice whispers camlly in your ear.
You rip and tug at the head but it only results in a crazy horse dance, your mane being no exception.
"Just accept your fate. It will be over in a flash, just close your eyes and it will be over."
You shake your plush head. Your mind is becoming all fuzzy- the images begin to blur- the heat becomes unbearable.
"You can't fight for long, you know?" The voice mocks you.
The heat is too much. You fall down on your knees. The voice is repeating its lines over and over again. A bit louder everytime. You tug one last time at your limbs but your power seems exhausted.
You look into the mirror and curse yourself for your mistake. It is too late for regrets.
Then you close your eyes.

"Finally!" The voice laughs maniacally.


(This is a continuation of the 'One step and your fate is sealed' short story. I write these kind of stories to get in the right mind spirit to continue with my MLP TF Kidnap series. Yes, Sassy Saddles is a behemoth of a story, but I face that challenge up front. It is making tiny progress and the ideas don't stop, jeez. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my little fantasy story.)