“Just a few for games, I know I can beat you, lets do best 4 out of 5!” She dema

“Just a few for games, I know I can beat you, lets do best 4 out of 5!” She demanded stamping her hoof down and giving a bucktoothed frown.

“Let’s just face it, you never gonna beat Meeeeehhaaaaw!”

The two girls continued to play their game of pool well into the night, oblivious to the changes happening to their bodies. By the time the bar closed and they staggered out into the early hours of the morning they both were sporting tails, big ears, buckteeth, hooves, and a distinctively donkey sounding way of speaking. It wouldn’t be until the following morning that they would notice just how badly an extended game of billiards at Coachman’s bar could be…