But then why do I wanna cuddle his widdle wooden head in my hooves?
Wait, hooves? What hooves?
I look to the side and glimpse as my arm ends in what now appears to be a stump. An unrecognizable pink stump.
I try to get away, but all it does is give the feeling of wood scraping along my delicate fur.
No, shit, I don't want this! Please, just kill me! End this suffering and leave me some honor! PLEASE!!
But it knows that I am trying to hide my longing, my deep, deep longing for this to last, and it takes this chance to run the long, prickly branches of its legs through my unruly messy mane.
And in the end, it wins.
It continues its teasing as I feel my mind slipping from my hooves. I feel everything dissolving as my consciousness fades. The last feeling is the pain of stretching in my mouth...
As reality revives me from the hell I just endured.
The sun glares down on my sweat-encrusted brown hair, salty boulders of water rolling down my chin. I push aside the white sheets, stained with my own perspiration, and sigh as I see my semi-hairy limbs that are no longer covered in that now disgusting pink coat, my fingers and toes now back where they should be.
I shakily get up to change my clothes, my legs giving way as I try to stand. I routinely shed my undergarments as I chuckle. A small laugh of relief that this nightmare was so short lived, and that I actually dreamt of such a horrible thing.
That chuckle is soon followed up a scream of panic as I look down to pull up my pants. I noticed two things immediately wrong with this scene.
1. I accidentally tried to put on my girlfriend's pair of cut-and-worn jeans.
2. I tried to pull them over this perplexing tattoo that adorned my rear. A tattoo of two blue balloons surrounding a lone blue one.