Knowing what it felt like to be a horse.. made it slightly uncomfortable to force a horse to carry me as a burden on its back.
Having said that, I couldn’t just stay Shifted all the time outside of my ‘natural’ form. It was exhausting, and easy to lose track of what you were supposed to be doing.
“For the Heavens’ sake, stop wiggling! You’re only making it worse for the horse!” Peter scolded, heaving an exhausted-sounding sigh.
“I can’t help it, ok? I feel bad for the horse!” I snapped back at him.
“Well I feel worse for it watching you squirm!” Peter retorted.
“Well I feel the worst for the rest of us having to listen to you squabble!” One of the other men, named Otto, mumbled.
“Ho! You dare talk? After that memorable evening with your wife?” Peter called back, and there were severa
