gastrocnemius
10/26/2025, 6:10:29 PM
No.42727245
>>42727239
>Upon a more thorough, less urgent examination, there were a number of observations marking the both of us as being unlike any equid I had ever heard of, even as a washout former veterinary student
>Most obviously were the colors of our coats, a bright, almost yellowish green, like immature leaves, only broken by a black, stylized question-mark brand on either side of both our flanks
>Her eyes were unnaturally large, and presumably so were mine, though she was of little help as she sputtered on about death and damnation and whatever other nastiness she scraped from the depths of her mind in between periods of forlorn silence
>Our limbs were unusally stocky, and had a far wider range of motion than expected, though I still wasn't used to the sensation of walking on what was essentially a bloated middle finger
>I had more discretion than to examine her groin, but investigating my own revealed distinctly female equipment
>Of course, whatever was going on with the stunted (but still uncomfortably long) mouth and unviewable throat was entirely a mystery, as obviously no species even remotely adjacent to the horse should ever have the hardware to speak
>Strangest of all were the "extra" features; subtly poking from her mane was a swirling horn, the same color as her coat
>Though she was tolerant enough to let me fiddle with her hair to examine the base, it told me nothing except that it was contiguous with the skin, and anyway whatever pigment was in the coat was in the flesh as well, making for one solid color
>I felt my own forehead only to find it bare, and was struck by a tinge of relief in knowing that at least our bodies had some differences
>As if reading my mind, she reached out and touched my side, and I twitched in a way I couldn't describe, thinking briefly about that epidermal muscle non-primates have to displace flies
>However, my train of thought was broken before I could draw up the name, for when I looked to where she had poked I saw a feathery wingtip, tracing its origin to somewhere close to the middle of my back
>Upon a more thorough, less urgent examination, there were a number of observations marking the both of us as being unlike any equid I had ever heard of, even as a washout former veterinary student
>Most obviously were the colors of our coats, a bright, almost yellowish green, like immature leaves, only broken by a black, stylized question-mark brand on either side of both our flanks
>Her eyes were unnaturally large, and presumably so were mine, though she was of little help as she sputtered on about death and damnation and whatever other nastiness she scraped from the depths of her mind in between periods of forlorn silence
>Our limbs were unusally stocky, and had a far wider range of motion than expected, though I still wasn't used to the sensation of walking on what was essentially a bloated middle finger
>I had more discretion than to examine her groin, but investigating my own revealed distinctly female equipment
>Of course, whatever was going on with the stunted (but still uncomfortably long) mouth and unviewable throat was entirely a mystery, as obviously no species even remotely adjacent to the horse should ever have the hardware to speak
>Strangest of all were the "extra" features; subtly poking from her mane was a swirling horn, the same color as her coat
>Though she was tolerant enough to let me fiddle with her hair to examine the base, it told me nothing except that it was contiguous with the skin, and anyway whatever pigment was in the coat was in the flesh as well, making for one solid color
>I felt my own forehead only to find it bare, and was struck by a tinge of relief in knowing that at least our bodies had some differences
>As if reading my mind, she reached out and touched my side, and I twitched in a way I couldn't describe, thinking briefly about that epidermal muscle non-primates have to displace flies
>However, my train of thought was broken before I could draw up the name, for when I looked to where she had poked I saw a feathery wingtip, tracing its origin to somewhere close to the middle of my back