It's a bit late to have second thoughts, dear. You're the one that wanted to 'stop being so smol', and I'm the one that said I had errands to run. If you didn't want me to fix both problems by turning you into a nice big horse, then you shouldn't have signed up for the 'artistic freedom' package. I'm afraid even I might not know how those turn out until it's a little too late.

I think you got the good end of the deal, honestly. This was only the first couple of bites, and you're already large enough to carry me! I'll bet if you finish the whole thing, you'll be the biggest, strongest horse anyone has ever seen. Won't that be fun? Trotting through the forest, flanks above the trees, cutting a new trail wherever you please. If we didn't have a deal, I'd be tempted to steal a little nibble for myself.

Hurry along now; I've got a 4:00 appointment to blight a farmer's apple harvest, and I'm pretty sure the best way to do that is to let a big, hungry horse eat the whole orchard, trees and all.

I don't give the witch moof enough love. At least I think I'm starting to get into her particular brand of self-indulgent pseudovillainy, though I'm only really understanding how to use it when I frame it in terms of finding creative ways to fill contracts. I shouldn't be too surprised; that's how a lot of moofs tend to get made, and how my creative abilities usually work.

Art: BlueberrySnow (original)