You got to looking, looking back to her hair, which you finally notice had been turned purple when she became a unicorn, and then looked at her curly tail, and finally, you cackle.
"Well, are you going to tell me?!" she demanded.
"Well, aren't you a fine 'clothes horse,' Samantha, or should I say, Miss Rarity!!" you snicker out pointing to the three diamonds on her rump.
"What does that even me..." Samantha blurts, trotting to the bedroom, looking for the wall mirror, before exclaiming, "Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm one of those friggin' ponies, aren't I?"
"Yep."
"Well, This is god awful." she scowls.
*beat*
"Sort of had hoped for 'This is the worst. Possible. Thing...' Way to subvert my expectations there." you jest.
Samantha did not seem to like the joke. "Don't think I won't shove this horn up your ass. I'm having a bad day."
"Well, think of it this way. You got a fanbase now." Suddenly you get a telekinetically thrown sofa pillow to the temple. "I see someone's learning to use their horn's magic already."
"Wait, I did that..." Samantha gasps, surprised at her new power. "Alright, that I could get used to."
"See... It won't be... all bad. I'm going to stay by your side through all of this, and as you said, this seems to be happening all over the city... maybe the whole country, the world even."
Samantha clops on over to the sofa, fidgeting around a bit trying to figure out how to sit with her new centaur body, before finding a halfway tolerable position across the sofa, and turns on the TV, seeing a young cat-eared journalist doing a special report, the catgirl reporter seemingly the only one on the studio other than the person working the camera. They watch her trying to get information for hours, before, right around 2 AM, tired and frazzled, she seems to finally have some credible info.
"...It seems we're finally getting reports in from the CDC from sites across the country, as well as information from several European and Asian agencies. At this point, it seems the mystery mutagen, which social media has dubbed 'The Furry Flu' seems to have infected roughly 70% of the world's population. The virus, as people have stated in tweets, seems more communicable in women than men, but more potent in men than women, and the changes usually all happen in a matter minutes, then it's over. The CDC has worked overtime, and already have identified four strains, which they've labeled strains F, B, W, and T. As of right now though, exact details on what each strain does has not come to light."
You turn the TV off, saying to Samantha, "I know you're worried about all of this, but don't drive yourself crazy. It's going to take awhile for the CDC and WHO to figure out what is going on here. All we can do now is go to sleep."
Samantha yawns, then stumbles off the sofa, trying to get back on her four hooves. "Ugh... I guess you're right. My head's killing me anyway."
The two of you go to sleep...
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