Raven lay there on her hands and knees, the pain in her back mild as it blew threw her clothing and singed her back. Sense when did villain attacks cut threw clothing!? Still, as she lay there, trying to catch her breath as green smoke came off her back, Raven felt... funny...
After letting the pain subside, Raven opened her eyes, only to look on in horror and surprise at her hands. They weren't hands anymore, they were hooves!
"What the!?" Raven yelled as she looked on even as the tinges of something on her spine began to trickle up to her brain. Something was wrong...
~@~ NEXT PAGE(S): 2. Raven managed to get onto all fours as a big, bushy pony tail burst from her leotard. (NOT COMMISSIONED) 4. Raven gives a bah of protest as her leotard began to strain under an amount of curly purple wool growing under her clothing. (NOT COMMISSIONED) 5. Other. (NOT COMMISSIONED)</i> ~@~
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