Comm - Bray in the Funhouse Mirrors (2023) (Patreon)

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Pleasure island was SUPPOSED to be a blast, they said.

You were initially laughing and fearless, as you entered the carnival midway's Bray Filled Funhouse, but the sudden chorus of brays amidst the hanging sandbags and overwhelmingly loud music was starting to get to you.

Taking a sharp turn you made your way into the Hall of Trick Mirrors, and without warning all of the noise ceased, as if someone had set up a sound barrier to the carnival outside the room. Entering what looks like the inside of a barn, several mirrors surrounded you, tall ones, thin ones, warped ones. You chuckled as the first mirror you peered into made your ears look long and fuzzy, almost like a donkey's! It was a really neat trick!

But then you noticed your ears also looked exactly the same in the second mirror, but in this one you had the addition of a long rope-y donkey tail hanging down from the back of your pants...

Backing away slowly, you twisted around and bumped into another two mirrors as the walls and mirrors started to blend together. But in these two mirrors...! Your teeth and nostrils were massive, and the fabric of your pants looked incredibly tight and strained! But when you looked down at your body, nothing seemed out of the ordinary! How were they doing it?

As you began to feel uneasy, you glanced around the room full of mirrors for the exit. Only to notice that every wall was filled with different angled mirrors of your changing reflection! Where is the exit? Where did you even come in from? The whole room was disorienting, and that reflection in the mirrors... was that really you?

Wait it, it can't be...! Your hands. Your clothes...! Where did- How...?

You awkwardly feel your upper body weight shifting as you stumble over to the 3 mirrors nearby, you meekly bring up a hoof as it lays flat against the reflective surface.

Staring back at you in the mirror is the face of the terrified donkey you realize you have actually become. You let out a loud bray that echoes throughout the hall and out into the carnival, heard only by you and the next lucky few in line to enter the funhouse. As you fall down on all fours, scared and confused, you turn around and kick the mirror with your back hooves, shattering it, as you run around the room in a bray filled panic. 

"HEEE HAWW HEE HAWW~! I'm NOT A DONKEY! HELP SOMEBODY, ANYBODY!!! HAWWW!!!"