Zebra suit in a bottle? Preposterous!
After looking inside, and seeing only a thick liquid that smelled of alcohol, the cheetah drinks it anyway. maybe he could get drunk after the package turned out to be a bust.
As soon as he had swilled down the first half of the liquid, he felt light headed.
'Good god, what proof is this?' He turned over the bottle to see, but it simply said "Zebra Suit"
Admitting defeat, the cheetah stood up and started towards the real booze on the shelf in the kitchen, but his paws wouldn't respond that well, like they were numb and just flopped about.
Looking down to see his paws had turned into hooves, he panicked and headed towards the phone, to call.... somebody.
The faster he walked, the more his heart beat as he felt himself sinking down. His legs slowly turned from a yellow with spots to a white with stripes. He could no longer feel below his knee, as he began crawling hand over hand to the table.
It felt like ribbons behind him, dragging on the ground.
Looking back he saw the change creep up to his buttox, and flatten out.
He was almost there, and leaning up to grab the telephone, he shifted downward again, his left paw had become a hoof and a hollow arm sleeve.
'OH GOD' he gasped. Reaching up onto the table, more and more of his body became numb and light weight, he used his elbow to pull himself up, his groin supporting the rest of him.
He almost had the phone, he was a few hairs away, then his stomach and torso went limp and no longer supported him. In horror he watched as his other handpaw turned into a hoof and began to fold down against the still flesh arm.
His neck was the second last to go, no longer breathing as it creeped up further, taking away the last bit of movement, creeping up his muzzle and eventually his vision blacked out.
He felt the draft on the floor still, and some sounds from the fan and TV that was still on.
He hoped someone would wear him...
Time fo sum Ol skoo shit, `yo
6 years ago
04 Dec 2012 06:56 CET
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