"Piss off with your priority seating!"

A self satisfied Paloma leaned back into her seat and let the thought of that uppity old man fade into the background as he shuffled away. The train shuttered and Paloma planted her feet against the floor. A challenge given the impracticality of her shoes. Well, good taste wasn't always practical, she thought as her eyes drifted down to her heels. So lovely, the delicate straps that caressed her ankles, the dynamic slope of the stiletto, and the silver rhinestones that complimented the luster of her hooves. Wait no, is that right? Wasn't she supposed to have toes? Well, no matter. She could work hooves as well as she could work her toes. But ... were they getting bigger. She craned over to get a better look, finding it hard over her ballooning animal gut. She scratched an elongated finger across the strands of fer that crept up her stomach. She pouted her fattening lips, her candy apple red lipstick barley stretched thin over their increased mass.

"Ugh, why do I feel so hoAawt?" Her voice was a little hoarse, and the guttural bray her words had evolved into reverberated around the car.

"What the hell is that?!"

Paloma flicked her ears over to hear the commotion. Why were the passengers backing away from her? Who cares, more room for me, she thought. Still there was that old guy, sitting all alone by the window and hiding his apparent mirth.

Paloma thought, why won't he back off, and what's he got to smile about?

She was about to say as much, but the words turned to mush in her changing skull and the only sound that escaped her lips was a carefree "HeeHaw!"




Just a quick sketch and story, hope you like it!