"She fell to the floor once more, betrayed by her new and wholly unfamiliar hooves. The small vial clattered from her changing hand to the floor and rolled to rest near the empty syringe. I knew she would attempt to rise, to walk again. Unfazed she whinnied and snorted, her body rapidly changing as the concoction spread through her. She reached towards me with her mutated hand; not in a plea for help, but a promise that I would join her soon. I slammed the lab door shut, and spared only a backwards glance before I fled."
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