A Jogger, Comes Running By

Amazed at what you have just seen, you step forward to examine the puddles. There's about twenty of them all over the sidewalk, in and out of the streetlight's beam, all in a variety of colours. All the puddles are about the size of a large pizza. You walk forward, examining. They shimmer in the light and seem to be slightly moving. You pick up a nearby stick and poke at a puddle of emerald green latex with it. The green goo greedily begins to climb up the stick at an alarming rate, and you barely have time to drop the stick into the puddle, where it is quickly swallowed up. A second too late and the latex would have been crawling up your hand.

Suddenly, you hear the faint sound of footfalls. Turning, you see a young man, dressed in a bright yellow jacket and bicycle shorts, running towards you. He has his headphones in and doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything. You realize just a second too late that he's running right towards one of the puddles. "WAIT!" You scream, putting your hands up to stop him. He turns around just in time to catch his foot on a crack in the sidewalk and land face-first into a puddle of white latex.

You back up right away after already seeing the latex's effects on humans. You hear gurgling noises as the latex slowly tendrils around the man's head and down his neck. His arms and legs are kicking and flopping, the I-Pod he was listening to rattling in his limp hand. As he rolls out of the puddle, you watch as his face surges forward dramatically, nostrils growing huge and moving to toe top of his new muzzle. His new white latex ears stretch and point as a long, golden mane grows down his neck, which pushes forward. The latex quickly envelopes him, his body swelling out to stallion-like proportions. His hands and feet pop and grow into huge black hooves as his rear surges outward, a long, golden tail shooting out of it and flopping behind him. The rest of the latex finishes covering him and he stands up as his eyes dull over.

A white latex anthro stallion stands before you, eight feet tall and looking confused... but not in a human way, more in a 'dumb animal' way. It snorts and paws at the ground, flopping it's golden tail behind it like a regular horse would. It turns to look at you. "Oh no..." you say, backing away. The horse cocks it's head and begins taking uneasy steps towards you, it's hooves making loud clopping noises as it does.

You're about to run away when you realize that running would just cause the horse-man to chase after you. So you instead decide to show it some compassion. You step towards it, and it stops. You reach your hand out and gently stroke the horse's long muzzle, staring into its inhumane eyes. This seems to clam the horse, as it stops neighing and pawing at the ground. In fact, you seem to have made a new friend...