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Half an hour later Jon sat staring at his forehoof. He was clad head to toe in rubber and leather, or at least that's what he told himself. He could feel through it as if it were his actual skin, and the mask felt like his actual face, not a mask, even down to his vision being like he'd expect a horse's to be rather than human eyes looking through a mask. And the was the matter of not being able to find any zips, fasteners or even seams other than those of the harness he now wore over the 'horse suit'. Over his naked body, he corrected himself, finally accepting that this was him now not a suit.
Whinnying he wondered how he would be able to do things now he had hooves for hands. Or worse, was he now someone's pet pony and would have to act like it?
