Aaralyn thrashed about still stuck in her dreams. Rolling off her bed she awoke looking around. She noticed the fur that now covered where porcalain skin once was. A scream came to her lips but before she could scream something occurred to her... she was still alive. Last thing she remembered her mare was stomping her face in. Standing on hooves was a bit hard and her body mostly heir chest seemed to jiggle her off balance but this was how it was.<br/><br/>She walked from the room and the thick scent of food smacked into her. She was hungry and hurried towards the place the smell was originating from. Running into the room and seeing the others she became aware that her clothing didn't leave much for the imagination. She stopped and tried to stutter out a hello.