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A tall manor house stood just on the outskirts of Cambridge that had been reputed to be a quiet and orderly house by those that came and went to make sure that it was well tended. The servant's didn't live there, they simply came and went on a schedule whether the owner was there or not. He seemed to prefer it that way. William Forrester was a man who valued his privacy far more then he valued the idea of being waited on hand and foot. He had bought the house several years ago from an impoverished noble who had been willing to give up the lodge for the gold he was offered. And why not? The aristocrats were starting to see their time fading away as people who created their wealth from a keen eye for business overtook the world. He himself had a tidy fortune from being long sighted enough to place his money in several businesses that specialized in transporting goods to America.

Will had enjoyed an easy wealth from more than just his keen business mind. He also gained it from the fact he wasn't strictly normal in other aspects. Magic was a powerful and wonderful tool when wielded in the right hands or at least hands that had been well trained. He didn't have true training, though he had learned enough on his own that he was still able to work it enough to keep him comfortable. He spent most of his time pursuing and picking up books that he thought would teach him more. When he had been in his early teens he had happened upon a broken backed book that had given him some insight into how to go about learning magic. It had taken a few years before he got a grasp on what he was supposed to be doing and from there it had roller coastered into where he was now. A comfortably accomplished man who enjoyed the best he could out of life.

He found some completeness in his quest to learn more about magic. He learned from some books that there were teachers out there, but he'd never found another magic user that was anything other than a street corner fraud earning his money from the well to do who walked by and offered coins here and there. There were enough books, but those too had to be sorted out from the obvious fictions to the texts that contained actual magic. Some spells worked well for him, others however failed in every aspect. He wasn't sure if he was working his magic correctly or if it were simply something wrong with him. He would have given up on learning more out of frustration if it hadn't have been for one lovely evening when he had decided to go to London to spend an evening away from the ever present worries and problems of his life.

A day in the city was normally refreshing, even if London had become a crowded hub that could make him feel claustrophobic. He had rented a horse and buggy to make it through the ever present crush of people rather than dare it on foot. He'd made sure that his top hat was brushed and he was impeccably clothed as he had found himself being jostled on the springs of the cab while the horse pulled forward at a swift trot that sent him hurtling through the crowd. If there hadn't been an accident, his life never would have changed. If there hadn't been a young lad obviously on his way to a similar function in his own private carriage he might have gone to the play and things would have remained just as they had always been. Instead, his life had changed from the moment the horse drawn by a rearing roan horse came to a stop near his own where a wheel had broken from one side.

He'd looked up and found himself shocked to see a glittering pair of emerald eyes smiling down at him settled on a face that made him suck in his breath. The young man looked like an artist had taken an imperfect piece and chiseled away everything that displeased its maker. The cheeks were high and angled, his chin dimpled slightly while his face was smooth and beardless. It made him look younger then he actually was, but the eyes dominated and out shown every other feature. They were brilliant and the lashes that framed them a golden brown as he had offered his hand to join him in his buggy. Join him? Will would have thrown his fortune away if it meant to spend but a few minutes with the young man! As it happened he made an awkward invitation for Jonathan to join him for the evening play. What had happened with spark to tinder in the magician's case.

The young man was soft spoken, but knowledgeable when he was coaxed to give his opinion. Despite the rise in newer means of travel he owned a large stable that rented out horses and sold them, many of them rose to become infamous. He had started his career under his father's guiding hand and continued it to great success despite challenges. He was well versed in the current political climate and had more than once hinted that he himself supplied the horses for various Royals. It wasn't just Jonathan's mind that made the magicians heart pound, but the body of a young greek god had been given to him. He spent most of the play sneaking covert looks at the lean figure and the long legs that crossed at the knee. Therein started a downward spiral of elation, affection, adoration, need, desire and so many nameless emotions that set his heart to pounding. The play had ended too soon for his liking, far too soon, instead he had murmured a soft invitation to dinner instead of parting ways.

They had become fast friends. Both agreed on so many points that the Magician was left reeling. He had spent little time devising how he wanted to live his life, and even less time contemplating women. He often had them foisted on him by well meaning fathers who saw a rising star, but he had politely snubbed them. This young man though, with his charisma, wit and easy laugh ensnared his imagination! The dinner had turned into an invitation to his home, though the young man had sadly declined. His reasoning had been a willful gelding that he was ending the training on to ensure that he would be a calm mount for a potential client, yet hope had been given with the promise that once he had settled with the horse he would love to spend a week in the country instead of traveling back and forth from London to the outskirts.

Will had left with his heart fluttering and his lips curved in a smile. He didn't second guess the meanings, he had made his own clear in the lingering touch of his gloved finger on the back of the elegant hand. Jonathan had been as good as his word as nearly a month later he received a politely worded request to take him up on the offer to visit. He sent his response along with a carriage of his own that was the best he could afford, after all he had made use of the young man's carriage, why should he waste his horses in travel now? By the day of the intended arrival he had had his house cleaned, straightened, and put to rights. It would be an evening of genteel drinking and dinner, he had games laid out to entertain themselves with along with a tentative plan to go fox hunting later in the week. When the young man arrived he felt again the quiver of enjoyment at the beauty and expressive eyes. A need to impress.

"This is far more to my liking then my own home, William." Jonathan made a show leaning back into the smooth oiled leather of the chair. "My father never cared for luxury and I find myself hard pressed to buy it myself after all his arguments against it."

"You don't seem to have suffered for it." Will leaned his head back as he smoothed his fingers along the back of his own chair's arm.

"Hardly suffered for it, but it must be far more enjoyable for a self made man." The green eyes flickered towards him with mischief hiding in their depths. "After all, you seem to have conjured all this up on a whim and wish."

"Ahh..it doesn't quite work that way." The gentle note of teasing in the man's voice made William shift uncomfortable in his own seat. The night before they had spent it deep in brandy and discussion on religion and the arguments for and against it and he had let something slip. It was intended to impress when he declared himself a magician, instead it had come out stumbling and Jonathan had only raised a brow and let it pass. Today though, there had been several small barbs meant to remind him of his faux pas or at least to see if he had meant it or truly believed it.

"Then how does it work." Jonathan uncrossed his long legs and set his glass down on the side table with a soft clink. "I would like to believe you, but to do that I'd like to hear more of the story then what you said last night."

"I...had far too many spirits." He faltered and forced away the flush of heat that threatened to rise. Why had he said anything? Especially when nearly all of his magic was subtle enough not to be noticed?

"There's honesty within the bottle as well as lies. I would be very saddened to find you were a liar." The young man leaned forward. "Come, are we not friends now? Surely you can explain and show me what you meant by your comment last night."

"That's the difficulty, you see, it's not the sort of thing I can show you. It works on a smaller level then what you'd read in dime store books." William stopped after a few moments and tugged at the edge of his jacket. "If I knew of something that I could show you to have you leap forward announcing it was magic I would. As it is, the most subtle magics are the one most street people can mimic with ease."

"Ahhh.." Jonathan had narrowed his eyes slightly, "I see. Well, then perhaps we can discuss how you came to have old Lord Charles' house? It must be quite the story!" The conversation flickered away under the youth's deft hand, taking the spotlight away from Will.

He had gone to bed that evening starting to feel pressed about what was happening. He could see the disappoint in the lad's eyes when he had refused to show him how magic worked. In fact it had made him want to leap up and find something he could do, but he lacked any spell that would show beyond a shadow of a doubt. That night he retreated to his library and started to turn the pages of books slowly to see what he might have missed. It was only because he was taking the time to more clearly read what each book said that he found something slipped between the pages of one of his newer books on his desk. It had fluttered to the ground and when he picked it up he saw a brilliantly detailed design of a rearing stallion drawn across the page. Within the stallions body flowing text caught his eye. It only took a few sentences for him to realize that he might have just found the answer to his prayers...and a way to impress Jonathan.

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The next afternoon was the day before his new friend was scheduled to leave, and he still hadn't managed to understand the full contents of the paper he'd found. It was obviously a way to transform oneself into a partial animal, but the language confused him enough that he was still pouring over it when he heard the soft creak of the floors announcing Jonathan's arrival. He looked up to find the young man clothed in skin tight riding breeches and a loose shirt that was tucked neatly into the top of the pants. His legs were wrapped up to the knee in glossy riding boots while a crop was pushed right into the top of one. His hair was pulled back neatly into a tail that spilled down along the edges of his shoulders. There was no two ways about it, he looked breath taking, almost heartbreakingly, beautiful. William felt a slight pang and tightness start in his chest.

"Have you been here all morning?" He tilted his head before walking in with the heels of his boots clicking sharply.

"As a matter of fact, yes I have." William gestured slightly to his desk. "I found an interesting bit of information in one of my books concerning your...ah...request."

"Oh-ho! Really now?" He leaned forward and glanced down at the page that was spread on top of his carefully covered notes. "Now that's a pretty bit of work."

"It seems that is all it is." He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose lightly. "I can't make out the first portion of it clearly enough to even venture into understanding it."

"That difficult, mm?" The young man plucked the sheet up and dropped back gracefully into a chair. How could the lad manage to make even the most normal of movements look so blasted lovely? He controlled himself carefully and leaned back in his own chair. "Mmm...well I don't see why you're having such trouble. You need a pattern is what it says."

"Yes, but what sort? I have different diagrams and outlines for many different magics. From pentagrams to elemental symbols. If I don't know what to draw I could end up in dire straights if the magic goes wrong!" William let some of his own frustration seep into his voice. The lad looked up as a charming half smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't read it like that. It looks as if the pattern should be taken from the subject you want to be turned into." The words were spoken innocently, but the magician gaped for a moment.

"What?!" He reached forward to take the sheet of paper again. Could he have missed such an obvious solution?

"You'd have too, wouldn't you? You know what a horse looks like, but you'd want to have a clear idea of what you were going to be or you might end up as a bit of every horse you'd ever seen." Jonathan let out a soft chuckle, "That could be problematic."

"I'll be damned.." William dropped the paper and shook his head, "I've been mucking and staring at those words all night and the obvious solution completely evaded me!"

"Then you'll do it?" Jonathan leaned forward, a flash of eagerness in his eyes. "I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd love to see how this particular piece of magic works."

"Of course I will!" He burst out, before realization hit him like a splash of cold water. He needed a horse to model himself after, that was clear, and he had plenty of horses. He had plenty of mares at least. He'd never wanted to own a stallion and to be bluntly honest with himself he found the geldings unimpressive at the best of time. The four mares in his stables were lovely graceful creatures, but were still mares. "Ahh, perhaps not today though."

"Why ever not? I won't be here much longer, you know." The lad shook his head a little and his face was a mask of disappointment.

"I would dearly love to, but if I must pattern myself after a real horse..." He trailed off and felt his cheeks darken in embarrassment, "I'm sure you won't blame me when I say I'd prefer to be a stallion then one of my mares."

"Oh.." Jonathan's eyes went wide before a bubbling of laughter spilled free, it started to roll of his tongue louder and louder, "Oh my! A mare! I didn't even guess. No, no you wouldn't want to be a mare would you?"

"It's not that funny.." He growled despite feeling laughter start to threaten in his own throat. "How would you like to be a mare?"

"Now now, I was only teasing." The laughter stopped, but he could see the gleaming eyes as the young man tried to contain his own amusement. "I brought my horse with me, he's quite male after all you know. I'd hoped we could go riding today so I could show a real challenge.."

"Did you now?" William felt a curious stirring of eagerness and doubt. Did he truly want to switch forms?

"Oh yes, I did! Why don't I introduce you to him, perhaps that will change your mind." The young man pushed his chair back and before the magician could protest he plucked up the paper as well.

William had little choice but to follow as Jonathan exited the room and started to pick his way through the halls. The young man was in high spirits and it showed by the slight bounce in his step and the steady cheerful chatter that came from him. It became obvious that the lad had either spent some amount of time checking on the horse he brought or perhaps even tended the beast himself as he didn't waver as he lead the way to the stables. The magician didn't often spend time there, he had a groom come up from the town to tend the animals weekly, but aside from that they tended to look after themselves. The placid well bred mares spent most of their time in the paddock and came into their stalls when it rained. He'd bought them just because they had been smart enough to not stand out in the wet and knew enough not to gorge themselves.

The stable was quite lovely if he did say so himself. The manor's previous owner had enjoyed breeding and owning his own hunters so he had designed the stable as if it were to house princes and princesses rather than horses. The outside of the place was done up to look almost like a cottage with trimmed painted beams and wide open windows. The stalls themselves were twice as large as they normally were and lead out into the sweeping pasture. The tack room was in an empty stall while the rest of the stable was clean, but empty of horses. The previous owner had left much of his equipment behind, but William had never found much use for it so he had placed it in storage. If he ever found himself in need of money he could sell it, but until then it awaited a time that it might find itself useful. After he had met the young man he had toyed with the idea of gifting him with some of the more valuable tack.

"Here he is. Lucius." Jonanthan stopped at a seldom used stall and gestured with his hand towards is occupant. "I noticed you lacked grooms so I've been tending him, I prefer to tend to my own animals anyway especially one as valuable as this.

William stared in shock at the beast and in admiration. The creature was a gleaming white-grey with each hair brushed perfectly in place. The thick spill of white-grey mane ran just between the expressive dark brown eyes on the finely shaped head. The ears were swiveled up towards his own and as he pushed against the door Jonathan moved his fingers out to rub just beneath the rise of the chin. Every inch of him looked as if he was the result of a hundred years of careful breeding. His muscles rippled beneath his hide as he shifted in the stall and whuffled down against his owner's finger tips as if looking for a treat. The neck was arched with the heavy crest of a stallion and for a moment he regretted his hesitation in having such a creature in his own stable. Despite himself he let his eyes trail down until he saw the heavy black sheath flashing when the stallion moved. Definitely a male, but was he truly willing to lose his shape in exchange for this one? He'd never tried this sort of spell before in his life.

"Ah, he's quite lovely." He spoke when he realized the lad was watching him carefully. "Though I'm not quite sure I should be...well you know what I mean. It wouldn't be proper for a gentleman to run about as an animal." He struggled with his excuse as he felt a wave of mingled interest and repulsion with the idea.

"Really?" The lad moved his fingers up in a light caress against the horses smooth cheek. He trailed in circles that dipped down beneath. "I didn't think it was so wrong. After all.." The fingers rubbed beneath the chin and William found himself staring at them with a flush of heat. His mind already going to imagining what they would feel like on his own body. "I have found horses to be powerful, majestic, dominant, spirited. They are more interesting to me at times then humans."

"Well you breed them.." The magician faltered while the fingers traced over the bridge of the enraptured horse's nose. Why was he finding each of those movements so damned captivating?

"I do, but there's more to it then that. I'd find it..interesting." The pause made it sound as if he meant more than interesting. Another word, a more seductive word was implied. "To see you change into such a proud creature such as my Lucius here."

"Y-you would?" Had he turned into a bumbling fool?! "Well, I suppose." He coughed rapidly to himself. "I'll need to disrobe though, if you wouldn't mind closing the doors." For the sake of feeling those sensual fingers he would dare so much. Even this. "It wouldn't do to have someone look in and see."

Jonathan didn't say a word in agreement or in protest, he moved away from the horse to close the heavy doors while the magician moved towards his clothing. The hint had been there, oh it had been more than a hint! It was a promise of things to come if he could show the young man this magic. Perhaps a romp in the hay would follow. He didn't even stop to think of the fact it might be with him as a half horse, did it truly matter. He unbuttoned his shirt and fumbled his way to the last one before sliding it off his upper body. It fell down along his back so that he could catch it and place it over an unused stall before letting his hat join it. His boots were easy to pull off, but his pants proved another issue entirely. His imagination was working more than enough to make things awkward so he coughed a few times and opened up the empty stall door.

"Hiding from me, William?" There was teasing amusement in the young voice.

"Of course not, I'm simply allowed to retain some dignity." He kept his voice calm even though he wanted to drag the lad in with him to drop down into the soft hay under his feet.

His body reflected this as he peeled his pants down and his shaft spilled free half hard and swaying against his thighs. He bit his lower lip before shucking the clothing off entirely grateful that his friend was enough of a gentleman not to come leaning over the door to see what was happening. Only when he was completely nude did he come closer to the stall door and watched the young man stroking over the horse's soft nose again. He had the spell in one hand that was held loose at his side. The magician drew in a breath and bit his lip before extending a hand towards him in silent askance for the paper. To his surprise and immediate arousal the paper was placed in his hand before the fingers brushed and traced along his palm. Any thoughts of backing out were drowned out with his arousal before he contained it enough to look at the spell.

It wasn't the most difficult of spells by any means. One of the reasons he hadn't discarded it was that it had a lot to do with how he made sure that all of the vessels in his business arrived to where they were going. It was a simple case of joining, but rather then attracting the vessel to its port he would be attracting his features to more equine like ones. It should work as slowly changing him as long as he could take the pattern from the real horse. He glanced up at the stallion that peered towards him with mild eyes and licked his lips nervously. He moved towards that end of the stall and lifted a hand over the barrier to rest against the warm hide. The skin shivered at his touch while he placed the paper on the wall and closed his eyes. His energies leaked out of him as he wrapped them around the horse and himself.

It wasn't a joining of his mind to the horses, no it was a touch of his mind to feel out the shape and how the horse was put together. The differences of the long bones and the broad muzzle, the way the hooves were connected instead of fingers and nails. He breathed steadily as he wove the magic between himself and Jonathan's horse and blocked out the slight sounds of the lad as he watched. He had to force away the doubts that he was growing impatient and unimpressed with the situation. Did he think that he had been lied to? Was he already putting together what he would tell others? No, don't think of that, just think of the magic. He lost himself in it, he dove into the exchange of knowledge that happened on a deeper level as he intimately grew to know the other creature. It wasn't until he was nearly in a trance that he felt the bond between them snap into place as clear and ringing as a bell.

William had been prepared for failure, he had been prepared for mild success in the form of an illusion or even a small change. What he hadn't been prepared for was the sudden stab of pain in his stomach that made him call out and stumble back away from the stall doors. His breath came out rapidly as the cramp started to work its way outwards to make his muscles twitch and jump. He looked around and saw the young man clambering over the edge of the stall door. He didn't have the presence of mind to try and tell him to go away or even hide his nudity. The spasms shook him until he dropped into the clean hay with a whimpering cry. His fingers balled up into the long golden strands as he curled forward and his spine felt the first change along the base of his back.

It pushed out as bone lengthened and grew so that it pushed along the rise of his buttocks. He moved a hand back and let out a rough cry as he felt the protuberance with shaking fingers. A pair of gloved hands moved to his back and he looked up to see a pair of vibrant green eyes staring down at him. There was no worry, no fear, not even confusion written on his face, instead there was a strange sort of triumph that shown out. The handsome features were set with them as the next shuddering feel spilled down his spine and all thought of the confusing look on Jonathan's face was forgotten. His hand moved away from his back as he watch a spot appear right along his upper arm. It was small at first and started to itch, but soon it started to spill outwards. Fur was starting to grow from him, pale pale grey fur that chased its way up along his arm as if he were watching grass rapidly growing.

"Ah...god..." He gasped out and snapped his teeth shut as the twitch muscles started to run along the length of his jaw.

The magician hadn't expected it to be this distressing or frightening feeling. His body was being warped and twisted, changed and forced to succumb to what his magic had set into motion. His jaws ached and he felt his teeth shifting with his tongue. To his horror teeth on either side of his mouth, top and bottom, started to pull in and disappear into his gums. The pressure built until he opened his mouth and let out a hoarse cry as they disappeared into his jaw bone leaving gaps where they once had been. His jaw itself started to push out and ache as his mouth was inched out further right before his eyes. His nose flattened itself under the growing muzzle as the nostrils spread wider and his lips started to darken. He could see them darken! He could see the fine velvety fur that spread its way along the corners of his mouth and higher up. His lips parted as they felt heavy and thick, it was so hard to keep them closed.

The changes to his face were his main concern, but it didn't detract from the way his bones started to shift and thicken beneath his skin and fur. His chest spread slightly wider as his lower arms started to ache. He could feel each bone in his wrists shifting against each other so that he was forced to endure the small pops and cracks. His pale well kept nails started to thick and darken as the black spread over them. His fingers themselves grew smaller and pulled towards his hands, though the rapidly growing nails gave it the illusion of them overwhelming the digits. He whimpered and choked out a sound as the nails on each hand fused together and he tried to flex his fingers desperately. He moved his entire hand as the weight of the forming hooves became greater. He could see even the underside, the frog of it curved upwards. Unshod and smooth edged.

The growth on the small of his back soon became what it was meant to be as the fur rushed along his lower body. The long hairs burst forth and spilled downwards over each curved rump cheek in a thick wave of white that bannered out. The spill of them spread over his bare rump cheeks so that he shuddered in place. Without even thinking his body twitched the tail to the side and the feel of newly made muscles twitching sent a gasp from his lips. And his head. His head felt so heavy. The bones were changing and reshaping so rapidly that he could barely focus his eyes. No, that wasn't right, he could focus his eyes but the view was changing! The strange slow motion and ache of his eye sockets as they rearranged themselves made him squeeze them shut in an effort to stop the distressing sensation. Yet the heaviness of his head just grew worse!

It wasn't until he felt his neck changing that he realized the weight was growing less. He tried to move a hand up to feel, but instead he felt the hoof bumping against his own neck. It was useless, not at all like his hands. He dropped it down with a wordless groan that rasped out from his increasingly sore throat. He opened his eyes hesitantly as he dropped his head down so that the underside of his chin bumped against his chest. His hair fell along his eyes in a white cascade, but he realized it was also creeping lower down his neck in a thick mane. He could almost see his neck! It was as proud and heavy as the stallion's had been. He let out a harsh snort and his lips spread slightly as he forced his eyes to focus on the one part of him that looked...wrong. Very wrong.

His cock was changing. The magician couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe what his mind was trying to show him. The pink flaccid human shaft was darkening into a deep ebony coloration that started at the tip and spilled downwards. The tip was held securely within the foreskin, but that was changing as well. It was thickening and growing heavier so that it rolled it's way down revealing his glans, but it wasn't the way it was supposed to. He watched as the head flattened and flesh swelled further and further. The wrinkled girth dropped down along his inner thigh as the foreskin pulled itself backwards towards his body and a light fuzz appeared over it as soft looking as velvet. The cock itself seemed far far bigger then what it had been, the weight of the tip kept it in a semi-arch as it hung from the sheath. Despite his fear he felt a rush of exhilaration of the increased size and girth.

He let his eyes fade towards his legs as his ankles started to twitch, the grey furred feet were elongating even before his eyes as his knees felt as if they were shifting and twitching beneath the skin. The sensation made him bite back a scared sound while he tried to get a look at his toes. They were thickening as much as his hands had, he could see them even as he felt the bones being rearranged and pushed together in an unnatural fashion. His ankle itself pulled backwards higher and higher up his leg. His feet looked large, but they were thinning down as the bones started to form the lower leg instead. He sucked in a breath and almost averted his eyes, but he saw something that sent fear shooting through him. His eyes bulged and a rim of white showed as he stared between his legs. Where his pale human orbs had rested he watched as they filled out and grew heavier. They swelled until they were hanging along his inner thighs over twice as large as they had been. He tossed his head and shuddered as he let the changes finally stopped. His breath came out softly from his spread muzzle as he rolled his eyes to see the amused look of his friend peering down at him.

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Jonanthan had started his life as a humble stable boy, he had lived and served a rather wicked master who had ensured he would obey his every command. From tending the stables, to grooming the horses, to serving in his bed. Without parents or a willing guardian to come to his aid he was helpless to get away from the situation. At first it had been horrible, it had been frightening and painful as he had been taken like the mares he cared for had. Then he had let that fear turn into anger and a thirst for revenge. His master had been a magician, a very talented one in fact who spent his days lost in his own debauchery rather than making use of his extensive library. He learned just enough to make his way and then had spent his days racing, betting and squandering his money as fast as he had gotten it. Jonathan had found a use for it, he had found a use for every last inch of that library.

His former master had been ludicrously easy to defeat. The man had eagerly drank the drugged bottle of brandy when he had found it in his study and the next day, well the next day a new sweet little gelding had joined the ranks of the stable. Magic had allowed him to ensure that he would inherit all of his former master's belongings and property. Unlike the former man, he didn't believe in spending his life in genteel debauchery or past times that would fritter away his evenings. He believed in ensuring that he would be able to well cared for in all of his days. He grew with his wealth into a fine young man, but there was one resounding theme that he found distressing. Each magician he met seemed eager to welcome him into sordid affairs and the same habits of his former master. Each one was as worse as the last until he had found a hobby to spend his free time on. A hobby that gave him pleasure so sharp it was almost sexual.

He knew magicians were everywhere, but he made London his own. The first year he had easily tricked three different magicians into his hands and from there into the forms of horses of their own free will. He learned not only how to keep them in that shape, but to train and break them until they were little more than the beasts they inhabited. Only then would he sell them off to spend their lives working for their food and shelter. It was only fitting after all. He had started to believe word had gotten out to avoid London for one reason or another. Yet one day he had found this handsome gentleman traveling in his streets in his own carriage handsome as you please. He wasn't about to allow that opportunity to pass. All it had taken was as simple spell to break the wheel and he was on his way. It was almost laughably easy to ensure that the man found his own custom spell in his books.

"Ah don'd unnersdand." The mangled words came from the horse's mouth as William lurched to two hooves. "Ah don'd dhink dis was supposed da happen."

"I think you're a fine looking horse actually. Lovely to behold and sweet as can be." He moved a hand up to stroke down the broad neck. "Though I think you should stop trying to talk, your lips seem to have a hard time with those words."

What had been a handsome enough man in the prime of life had been changed completely. Horses made sense to him, he knew them and enjoyed them. They were able to be controlled and trained. Humans were nothing more than trouble as far as he was concerned. He moved around to examine his newest find and whistled softly through his teeth. The body was a merging of human and equine aspects almost perfectly. William held what had been his hands awkwardly in front of him as he stared down at himself. The body was slightly muscular, but with that soft edge to it that made it as graceful as his own favored mount. The dark equine eyes were almost liquid looking as they peered down his own chest and stomach towards the sheath which had pulled in his changed girth. There was panic in his eyes.

"Ahh you're worried about your manhood?" He murmured and William jerked his head up at the sound of his voice. "Don't fret so much, I think this..." He moved his fingers down to run the pad of his finger slowly along the heavy swell of it, "Could be a lot of fun, mmm? Shall I show you?"

"Yesh.." He watched the ears flick back as the horse's head lowered almost in embarrassment. Now that was a new emotion for him. It suited him just fine though, he would be easier to control.

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William found it awkward to balance on two legs, his weight rested wrong on his legs so that they ached slightly. After a few moments he had felt heat running to his ears but he awkwardly dropped down to all fours so that his front hooves took some of his weight and he felt better. Jonathan ran his soft fingers down his spine and traced all the way down while his other hand brushed upwards just along his chest. Oh that touch was heavenly, it was everything he had wanted and more! It was heat and pleasure mingled together until his breathing came out in soft snorts. He sucked in his breath as the fingers traced lower and glided once more to the strange pouch of his sheath. They ran in slow circles around the outside while the hand on his back rubbed at the base of his tail so that he swung it up higher in the air.

"Hiding from me, mmm?" The voice was soft with laughter and the magician let out a startled cry as those soft fingers pushed inwards along the leathery open of his sheath.

He had never imagined himself as an animal, never imagined anything like this, the forbidden act of feeling the lad exploring his sheath made his heart pound faster. The inside of his sheath was sensitive enough that he let out a groan before flexing his stomach. He knew in theory what horses did, but he felt a brush of pure shock as something stretched within his sheath. The muscles that held it inside relaxed as his glans drooled out against the fingers that probed deeper. There was a soft sound of satisfaction as his belled tip bumped right up against the palm of the hand and gave a light squeeze that made him rock his hips forward instinctively. He stepped forward and tried to push into the touch only to feel another trailing just between his furred rump cheeks. They trailed down until there was a gentle pressure against his pucker and he tensed up in reaction.

"Oh come now, don't be shy.." He turned his head to look at the lad who crouched down and kneaded his fingers against the so sensitive soft cock tip. "I'm certainly not."

Those fingers! They rubbed and caressed against his flesh until it started to fill out and he felt the weight of his shaft bowing down beneath his stomach. His ears flicked back as the finger beneath his tail caressed and flickered over the star until he started to relax and let out a low groan of pleasure. Jonathan cupped his tip in the palm of his hand as he felt blood rushing to fill his shaft and the flesh smoothing out. It wasn't until he was able to tense the muscles at the base that he felt it jerking up to hit against his chest. His chest! His cock was large and full as he turned to look at it. Ebony and gleaming with a thick ring in the middle while the tip was flattened with the edges thicker and a broad opening in the middle. One of those gentle fingers ran right over the opening until he thrust forward against it and watched as a thick viscous drop of precum welled out.

"Eager, aren't you?" The lad's eyes looked up into his and let out a soft chuckle. "My pretty horse."

He flattened his ears at that term, he wanted to object to it, but hesitated at trying to form the words past his thick awkward lips. Was this what Jonathan enjoyed? Did he play with his own stallion this way? The thoughts made him shift uneasily, but they were flown away when the young man stood up and peeled his shirt out of the tight riding pants and drew it off his head to throw to the side. The muscled chest and back were smooth and pale before his hands moved down to edge of his pants. William lurched a little and stepped forward to stand up again as he used his hooves to hook against the stable wall so that he felt more like a man. His cock tip weighed heavily down so he could clearly see it arching down towards his knees. The veins running beneath the smooth flesh before he tore his eyes away to watch his friend peeling off his pants.

Never in his life had he had his shaft respond as it did the moment the thickened girth spilled out from those pants. Where if he had been human it would have throbbed, the equine cock flexed up to hit against his stomach and chest leaving a wet patch against his fur while the young man peeled his pants off along with his boots. He darkened under his fur, but didn't look away as those sensuous lips curled up in a smile all for him. His heart was thundering in his chest all the way until the Jonathan stepped forward and wrapped his hand around his cock tip and gave it a firm squeeze. The sensation made him shudder as the other hand firmly turned him to face the edge of the stall door. He stared out over the barn as the fingers gathered up that slick precum and rubbed it over his glans. He rocked his hips forward again while the naked man pressed against his back and rubbed his lips against the thick spill of his mane.

"Ahh I'm sure you'd hoped to have me this way, lovely stallion, but I'm afraid you're a bit too big for me." The voice seemed to mock him as the fingers glided away. He twitched his ears. Have him this way? He would take him any way!

He startled as the fingers pushed beneath his tail again, slick with his own precum and started to rub along his pucker. He flexed it slightly in reaction, but the other hand moved up to wrap around the base of his enlarged cock and gave it a stroke upwards. The smooth movement pulled around his flesh until his legs started to shake and his entire body lurched forward again. His arms rested over the wall to balance him and take some of his weight. The finger beneath his tail pushed forward slowly and he sucked in a breath as his walls clenched down around it. It wasn't hurried, Jonathan moved his finger in and out slowly working to precum deeper into his passage while he twitched his tail. He didn't just twitch it, he felt it moving entirely to one side as if he were a mare presenting for a stallion. He pushed back against the touch and felt the thick bare girth of his friend rubbing against his hips sensuously.

It seemed that only moments passed before the finger slipped out again leaving him slick and empty, but it wasn't for long. The lips at his arched neck parted and he felt teeth nip lightly right at the base so a cold chill ran down his spine. His nostrils cupped the air wide before he felt the glans slipping under his tail and the hand around his cock grip right at the base and give another squeeze before pumping up and down. It was heaven, it was intense, it was horribly forbidden and wrong to be enjoying this like a beast, but for this evening he didn't care! He clenched his teeth as the weight pushed harder against him and the tip pushed harder against his opening. It was thicker then the finger, far thicker and he finally let out a soft cry as his walls gave in and spread around it as inch by inch Jonathan sank himself into that tight passage.

The free hand gripped around his waist and pulled him back into a sharp thrust that made his eyes snap open and a strange squeal come out of his lips. He tried to cut it off, but the beastial sound escaped him as the lad sank home. His passage strained around the thickness and he felt the heavy balls bumping right up against his larger ones. He barely had time to register that when the hips drew away and the tugging along his passage made him shudder and buck forward into the grip around his cock. He could feel the strands of precum splattering out not just against his stomach, but hitting against the stall door as he did so. The soft sound of laughter on his back didn't detract from his need as the hand pumped down to his base before sliding up again. The feel of the fingers teasing around his crown was more than enough to force an equine snort past his muzzle. The thrust inwards spread that slick precum around the human cock as it drove back into his body again sending him bucking backwards.

"Whoa boy.." The panting words were spoken against his neck, he didn't care, he didn't care it was mocking his form. He cared only for the feel of pleasure that was rocking through him.

The hips crashed against his own again before dragging back and started to form the steady thrusts that made him tense and spread his legs further apart. It was hard balancing on the hooves, but the extra stability allowed him to thrust into the hand as nameless emotions and desires rolled beneath the surface. He didn't want to deny them, he didn't care. What he cared about was the cock that drove into his body and the hips that slammed up against his furred ones. The hand on his hip moved to wrap around his tail and gripped the long hairs before yanking it higher up against his hips so that he squealed out. The slight pain was driven away by the pleasure as the pull back drug the veined girth over places inside of him that made him clamp down and pull around the shaft eagerly trying to coax it in deeper. Nothing in the world had ever felt like this! Nothing could compare!

William didn't quite realize just how animalistic he sounded as his hips rocked in time with Jonathan's behind him and the pumping hand around his cock. It pulled up time and again to wrap around his cock tip and teased over it. The nerves aroused and set on edge so that his walls pulsed and clutched around the cock inside of him. He could hear the soft muffled moans against the back of his neck as Jonathan felt the silken muscles wrapping around him. More to the point he started to drive harder and faster within the tight passage. The hips clapped up against his own time and again until he felt the balls jostling against his and the tip spearing in faster and deeper. He felt the steady drooling precum that rubbed through his passage forcing it out around the thick base as he threw his head back and let out a sharp cry.

For a moment he lost any and all thought of being a man or of his transformed state. The wash of desire that built up was animalistic and all consuming. His cock stiffened beneath him as his walls clutched down hard around the thick spire inside of him. He could feel the blood swelling through the flesh as the tip flared open nearly double its length forcing the slit to jut outwards. His balls drew up tight and it was only the shuddering jerk of the hips against him and the hand that suddenly tightened around his tip that was needed before he was sent over the edge. He whinnied out like a true horse and his tail tried to jerk up from Jonathan's grip as the first hot rush of cum bubbled up from his shaft and splattered against his pale underside. The thick jets of it hitting not just himself, but he could hear it hitting against the wall of the stall.

The next wave hit him just as he felt a far more subtle thickening in the cock inside of him before a rush of wetness spilled out into his passage. He shamelessly pushed back against the lad, his balls bumping and grinding together as he locked his muscles down around the girth. The thick drooling spray coated inside of him as his cock jerked and twitched within the grip of the hand that pulled and squeezed about him as if trying to coax out every last drop that it could muster. He finally gave a final shuddering jerk of his hips and came to a halt with his sides heaving and his eyes squeezed shut. His lips parted as his head dropped downwards. He could feel his shaft rapidly softening and going limp in the seeking fingers until it dropped down between his legs with the tip drooling out a thick gel like substance.

Jonathan panted against his back, the lad's lips resting against his neck as he drew in breath after breath. He didn't want it to end, everything felt unsteady and not quite real while he managed to get his breath back enough that he could close his lips. He flicked his ears as the young man let out a groan and shifted his hips backwards slightly. The thick cock pulled and tugged until he let out a muted sound when he felt it pulling its way free. His walls clenched down and felt slightly sore and slick as his friend pulled back with a breathless laugh and moved his hand to rub it clean against the soft pale fur of his hip. He darkened a little as he tried to unsteadily stand back from the stall and saw the wet pearly cream splattered there. Far far more then he had ever imagined he could produce. He managed a step before he lurched slightly, almost falling to the ground.

"Easy there!" He felt Jonathan's hands sliding under his elbow before the sound of chuckling, "Guess this form doesn't work well on two legs. Here lay down."

Wililam wanted to protest, but the gentle touch was almost too much. He awkwardly laid down in the hay and felt it cushioning his body. He frowned and managed to lay on his side with his legs awkwardly tucked up against his body. The lad moved to sit down near him and pulled his head right into the bare lap while the fingers spread and stroked along the soft fur of his cheek. The gentle touch made him relax entirely, almost melting with pleasure. It was an almost perfect moment, at least it was until he felt a brush of shame at having acted so much like an animal. He stared down at his hoof like hands and licked his lips a bit tiredly.

"Ah should turn back." He formed the words carefully, slightly pleased that they sounded better.

"Mmm, probably, but it looked pretty...painful and exhausting. Why don't we just rest down here a while?" The voice sounded thick with the afterglow of pleasure and the fingers traced up just behind the tapered expanse of his ears. The touch of them stroking his fur was more than enough to make his eyes hood and grow heavy.

"Soundsh good." He slurred out and let himself relax. This had been such a grand idea. Maybe he'd have one more go as a stallion tomorrow, perhaps he could even coax Jonathan beneath him. He started to drift away on those thoughts.

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Jonathan kept his touch light and sweet as he watched William relax and his muscles unclench. The energy it took to change, on top of their rather arousing experience was enough to ensure he would be asleep for quite a while. He allowed himself a small tight smile, the magician was like all the rest, willing to do anything as long as it led to his pleasure. Not that the young man had disliked it, in fact he rather enjoyed his experience. Horses were arousing in their own right and now he would have a new one to train up. He moved the stallion's head carefully from his lap so that it was resting against the hay. The only movement was a twitch of the ears before the entire body repositioned itself into a more comfortable one. That was to be expected, at least he knew that he wouldn't wake up any time soon. His horse, and old master, lifted his head from over the other edge of the stall. The dark brown eyes slightly haunted as he moved out of the stall.

"Ahh not so far gone are we, Lucius?" He asked in a quiet voice. The gelding flattened his ears and pulled his head away from view. As the young man walked to his carefully kept saddle and packs and pulled out a solid ebony and silver bridle. The buckles were marked with several runes and he brushed his fingers over them before breathing the name past them. "William."

The runes flared to life with an unearthly glow one after another until they joined for a single moment and a single silver light ran over the leather. He smiled down at it and ran his fingers over the well oiled and tended leather. It was his most valuable possession, above and beyond his house and stables. He turned his head to look at the open door of the stall and the sleeping half-horse before pushing back to his feet and walking over. If his luck was with him William would sleep the night through and find himself wearing his new 'present' when the sun hit. Then the real fun and games would begin. The young magician licked his lips in anticipation.

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