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The world was alive with sights and colors. The spill of the green meadow, the darker greens of the evergreens as they hung heavily in the distance, the darkness of shadows contrasted by the beams of sunlight. William ran through the world on four flashing hooves as his tail was a banner behind him. His muscles surged powerfully and his nostrils flared to draw in his breath as he chased after a laughing voice and fleeting shadow that always seemed to stay just ahead of him. He could feel the impact of his hooves as they dug into the moist earth and tore up great clods of it to be sent back behind him. The world seemed to open up before him as he chased after the laughing voice before the earth gave out beneath him. It crumbled and gave way as he tried to dig his hooves into it frantically, his head tossed back and he let out a squeal of panic as the darkness wrapped around his equine form.

The magician woke up slowly, at least he thought he was waking up, everything felt strange and disconnected as he shifted against the hard golden straw. The edges of it poked against his side and over his chest, while he tried to bring his mind back from dreaming. His mind just didn't want to work right, it was slow and sluggish to his commands to sort out thoughts and bring them into the light. He tried to recall what he had been doing to get here, but his mind just brought forth a jumble of images. Most of them were erotic as he recalled the feel of bare hips slamming up against his curved ass and the feel of the thick hard shaft driving into his body. It wasn't long before he started to recall exactly what had happened. He forced himself to start to push himself as he tried to roll over. His shaft had started to respond to the erotic imagery by slipping out and the hay clung right to the tip.

Pain! He let out a gasp and rolled back onto his side as something jabbed him hard in the back. It had sent a tremor along his spine along with the pain and he opened his eyes fuzzily as he moved one arm back to try and find out what had hurt. Of course, that damned tail! He moved his hand back before he remembered he had no hands, just the hard hoof that had replaced where he had once had fingers. He rolled over onto his stomach and pushed the hooves down into the hay as he let out a groan and started to get onto his hands and then pulled his legs under him. The position felt oddly natural as he swayed there a moment and moved his tongue out to lick thick soft lips. He froze when he pushed his tongue out and felt and heard the click of metal. Something warm and hard rested right over his tongue pushing it down.

He carefully explored with his tongue. He traced the edges of his teeth one at a time as he came to the large gap between them. Within that gap a metal bar had been placed, it tasted metallic and strange and as he tried to push his tongue up to get it out he spread his lips open. He yawned his maw wide and pushed harder only to feel the bar tugging at something wrapped over his head. The harder he pushed, the more the straps dug in along his cheeks and made him try to bring his hands up to try and feel what it was. He was once more surprised and angered to feel the hooves as the edges hit hard enough on his cheeks to make him wince. He heaved himself up onto his feet and swayed slightly as his balance tried to reassert himself. What the hell was on his head, how the hell had it gotten there and where was Jonathan?

The magician opened his mouth to call for the lad, but his words came out mangled into animalistic sounds both from the new form of his lips and the bar of metal that ran over his tongue. He tried again, this time softer so that he could carefully try and sound the words out, but they refused to come out as anything other than animalistic noises. He flattened his ears and then forced them up, refusing to give into such a base instinct. The hell if he'd be stuck like this! He'd turn back into a human and have a long talk about Jonathan's sense of humor. He closed his eyes and drew in a long breath that flared his nostrils wide and then sighed it again. His entire body tensed up and he lowered his head as he tried to concentrate on himself and the changes that he wanted to happen within him. It wasn't hard to find the place inside of his own mind that was able to control magic, he'd done it a hundred times before and reversing a spell was simply willing the changes to go away.

Instead of feeling the warm rush of magic trailing over him, he felt a constriction of the leather against his muzzle and over his brow. It was as if the bridle had pulsed around him and suddenly heat flowed over his fur. Instead of his will controlling the magic something else entirely wrapped around it and stripped him of the ability to contain it. He felt the prickling rush of warm energy alright, except it wasn't what he wanted to happen. Instead it suddenly flowed into his wrists so that he felt the bones shifting and changing. They stiffened and he let out a squeal of horror as he watched the furred flesh ripple as it formed a more equine wrist instead of a simple human one. The bones started to grow and thicken under the magic as he frantically tried to swallow it down. It wouldn't stop! His entire foe arm was aching under the change until he dropped down awkwardly onto his knees.

"My my, this didn't take as long as I thought it would." The voice drawled out amusement and he felt a surge of fear that broke what magic he had been unleashing so that the changes finally came to a halt.

"Wha'?" He managed the mangled word so that it barely came out as a word, instead it came out in a thick sound that made him wrinkle his lips back in disgust.

"You do look handsome in that, I'll give you that." Jonathan padded straight up to the door of the stall and leaned over.

There was a change in the young man, a change that had nothing to do with clothes. While he had always been arrogant before, now there was a lazy menace to him and an unspoken air of dominance. He let his eyes slide over the magician's equine form while he felt his cheeks heat up and he lurched up to his legs again. His wrists still ached and they felt heavy and stiff so that he was forced o drop them down to his sides. His breath came in short snorts as he glared at the young man who leaned over the stall door. He was dressed today, but he wasn't dressed up. Instead he wore a light white blouse and red hunting jacket, the blouse was tucked into a pair of well worn riding pants that were in turn tucked into knee high boots. He held a carriage whip in one hand that he leaned against while letting his eyes rove up and down the magicians form.

"Oh don't glare at me so much. I'm giving you a rare opportunity!" The young man leaned forward and to William's humiliation rubbed right under his changed muzzle. "I'm going to turn you into something to be proud of."

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Jonathan let his eyes linger on every inch of the form now that the sun was up. Streaks of sunlight shown through the opened stall doors and gleamed over the form that was so pale a grey that it almost seemed to be white. His former Master had found his way out into the pasture before the man awoke, which was a pity. It was often fun to taunt the changed man by making him watch another go through a similar process. Still, he would have his chance later on, for now he let his eyes slide along the humanesque chest and the curve of the stomach. The dark hanging sheath held a scattering of hay over the tip where the last bit of pleasure from the night before had made the skin tacky rather than smooth and untouched. He let his lips quirk a little higher as he looked up into the rage filled brown eyes.

"Le' 'o" The words weren't even words, he could discern their meaning only by looking at the situation that the magician had been placed in.

"Let you go? My dear man, of course not! You're going to be one of my finest works I believe. You seemed so willing to allow me to have my way last night, I think we shall continue that mind set." He licked his lips slightly. "In fact, I think we are starting off on the wrong foot."

The lad opened the door and stepped inside. His spurs jangled against his heels as he stepped into the straw and lidded his eyes. He wanted to appear lazy and at ease, but at the same time he knew the damage a hoof might cause. To his amusement William shied away from him trying to push back into the side of the stall. That at least was something hopeful. He reached forward and caught the gleaming black leather of the reins that hung down from the bridle and gave the head a tug. He could feel the bit pulling against the teeth as the changed man stumbled forward with his eyes bulging slightly in shock. He gave another pull and stepped back as the man balked and tried to jerk back, his ears going flat down against his head as he twisted his head to one side.

"Come now, my fine lad, it's time we get you clean." He curled his lips up in suppressed merriment and set the carriage whip to one side. He had partially feared he would open the barn and walk into a fighting made magician, instead the confusion and fear were far better to work with.

"Sh'op" William made the sound come out play a desperate please as he took another awkward step.

"I'm afraid I can't. That bridle is tuned to you and only you, there's only one way to take it off and well..you've already started that way." He flashed his teeth in a smile that would have done a wolf proud. "You should be more careful about who you try to seduce next time, shouldn't you, William?"

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William tried to pull back from the hold on his reins, but the bit just tugged at his teeth and moved along the gap between his teeth. It was almost painful, almost too painful as he twisted his head to one side and then the other. His nostrils flared open as he tried to stop it, but soon found himself walking forward. He had to almost prance to keep his balance on the hard hooves that had replaced his feet. He couldn't feel the ground beneath him except as a pressure and the hooves weren't broad enough to support his off center weight. He only came back from his own worries as Jonathan talked and he flattened his ears until they disappeared against his mane. Only one way to get it off? He'd found it out? He mulled the words over as he was tugged out of the stall to a set of cross ties that were used those times his servants had to clean the horses.

"There's good lad," A hand brushed against his neck as the reins were pulled over his head. "There now, isn't it easy to obey me? It'll always be more easy to obey me. Just let me guide your steps and you'll never have another worry again."

He threw his head upwards and let out a harsh snort in response as the knot that tied the loose ends of the reins was tugged free. He was too busy trying to figure out what the lad had meant. He knew the last part of what he'd said, the young man was a magician, that much was apparent. He had no idea where he'd ended up finding such a spell as this one, but he had to have a way out of it. Every spell had a way out. Did he mean trying to change back? It could be. The changes in his wrists had been a deterrent, but perhaps it was meant to be. If he pressed passed it and taxed the spell on the bridle he might be able to change himself back once it was broken. He leaned his head forward as the young man pulled at the bit and tied the reins off on the posts on either side of him. He was too busy concentrating to care. All he could do was focus on his energy even as the first ripple along his wrists started and he tried to work past it.

"Oh this should be fun." The young magician's voice came out in a drawl of amusement, but William forced it away. He needed to concentrate.

The magic rushed through him as the bridle pulsed around his head. He could feel not only the straps that were digging in against him, but the metal buckles as they pushed against his flesh. He worked past it as the magic and spell he tried to weave were stolen away from him by the bridle. It flowed down his arms until he could feel the bones joining together and changing. He tried to work past it, he tried to force his way past everything, but it wasn't happening. Instead he felt the thickness of the bones changing with a sickening popping noise. The popping sound itself flooded him with fear before it started to shift along his upper arms. The weight of the thickening bones was almost too much and he let out a sharp whickering cry as he lowered his arms and upper body lower and lower until too soon he felt his hooves click against the ground.

He opened his eyes and looked in horror as his arms were longer then they had been. They were shaped differently with a thick 'knee' in the middle while his shoulders were changing and shifting against his chest. It was too much! He let out another squeal of panic and jerked his head back so that the bridle tugged and pulled along his head. His eyes rolled up as he tried to escape and the magic slowly started to fade away. It didn't simply stop, it started to slide away from him as his shoulders continued the strange change and he found himself standing comfortably on all fours. His breath came in gasps as he tugged at the bridle again and moved to stand up, only this time it wouldn't work. The heaviness of his legs and the changes to their form forced him to stand on all fours. He lowered his head and shuddered as he stared down at them. Now he didn't even have human arms.

"Poor old son." A hand stroked his now flatter shoulder. "Well a good grooming will soon make you feel as perky as ever, won't it?"

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William turned his head to glare baleful at Jonanthan, but the effect was lost given the fact the eye was broad and liquid brown. Horses had the warmest and most expressive eyes, he had always enjoyed looking at them. The young mage rubbed his hand along the soft curved cheek and up under the jaw line very gently. He stroked and spread his fingers out wider before gliding them back in again. The warmth of the beast was comforting, despite the obvious upset state the other magician had worked himself into. He dropped his hand to run down along one of the newly formed legs and let his fingers lightly probe as they went. The bone was strong and fused from the weak form of the human's arms into something powerful and meant to hold great weight over it. He let his seeking fingers drop lower until he brushed against the top of the hooves.

Although the magician had decided to use his gelding as a mold, there were certain differences in any change. Part of it was made up of the fact that he hadn't truly examined the beast, part of it was made up of the fact that he was designed after his own ideas on what a horse should and should not be. The legs were heavier than his former master's, they were powerful and the muscles that had started to form showed promise. He pinched the tendon just behind the leg lightly so that the former mage jerked and the hoof lifted up to be presented. He cupped the top side so it could rest in his palm while he pulled out a hoof pick from his pants pocket and lightly scraped over the area. He tugged out a few bits packed in straw and some dirt before tapping right against the frog. The hooves were well formed and thick enough to please him.

"My my, for a man who never spent time in his stable, you do make a lovely horse." He let the hoof drop and patted one of the shoulders before peeling off his riding jacket and throwing it over an empty stall.

He didn't wait for a response, though he thought he heard something that amounted to a soft snort as he exited the barn. Jonathan knew barns, he knew them from the time he was small and had served as a stable boy for long enough that he knew the layouts of each barn were similar. He wasn't above picking up a worn metal bucket and moving to the side of the building in search of a pump. He found it just where he thought it would be and he started to work the handle to fill it with clean water. He found himself grinning to himself as he worked. It was a familiar act, one that he often enjoyed despite his increase of wealth as well as the challenge of having a fresh new horse to train. Part of him was disappointed at the lack of fire and anger, the other part savored the knowledge that the beast would be easier to train and have much more potential. William was certainly in for a surprise with this morning's grooming session.

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William shifted and moved on all four legs. He couldn't lie to himself, his arms didn't even look remotely like arms anymore! They were legs, a pair of horse's legs on his human like torso. It felt strange as his back ached slightly from the position and more so he felt the sting of humiliation at being treated like a common farm beast. He flattened his ears and tried to push against the reins only to hear the rings from the posts clatter with the movements. He was a magician! He was older, smarter and far more well learned then that lad, how had he been trapped? Despite his mind, his body reacted as an animal's would. His tail lashed back and forth against his hips and his ears remained flat against his head. He didn't even notice until a hand stroked over his curved rump that Jonathan had returned. This time he didn't say a word, he just stroked the soft fur before he heard the clang of a bucket.

He turned his head around and glared for a moment while the young man flashed a smile and dropped a large sponge into the water and picked it up again. The sleeves on the white shirt had been rolled back to keep them from getting wet, while William was afforded no such luck. The wet sponge rubbed over his back and he gasped at the sudden cold spill of water that rolled along his shoulders and down over his chest. He tried to shy away from it, but he could only swing his hind end away. His fore body was trapped by the reins that kept his head in place. Jonathan didn't seem to notice or mind his prancing, instead he set forth with a will as he started to use sponge with a will. He scrubbed over his back so that the sponge soaked the fur and trickled even along his shoulders and neck. He flared his nostrils and tried to jerk his head around to snap at the lad to make him stop.

"A bit of spirit, hmm? Stand!" He gave the command before a hand snaked up and tugged one side of the bridle giving a sharp jerk against his bridle.

William felt a rush of shame. How often had he given that command to a willful beast who had been acting up rather than behaving? He kept his ears back as the sponge worked in hard sure strokes and soon were joined by the sharp scent of hard soap being added to the mix. Jonathan wasn't cruel or rough, he simply didn't care about anything besides cleaning him. It was embarrassing and enraging to have to stand as his body was worked on. The lad soon worked from his back towards his chest and then his haunches. He could feel thick lathered bubbles trailing down along his hind legs in thick rolls so that he tried to move away from them. His hooves clacked against the ground and he tried to force his mind away from what was happening. It proved to be a fruitless endeavor.

"Such a messy boy." Jonathan admonished as he felt his tail jerked up entirely and he let out a sharp cry at the indignity. "A real magician would have found the trick to that bridle by now. Perhaps you enjoy being a horse. You certainly enjoyed yourself enough last night as one."

He felt his pride pricked by the words, and pricked again when the sponge suddenly went down and rubbed over his dark puckered anal ring. He clenched it down but the young magician was relentless as he worked the sponge over and over again. It trailed back and forth until it felt slippery and slick with the run off. He pranced and pulled forward so that the bridle dug on the top of his muzzle and his head was forced down to almost touch his chest. His neck made a crested arch as he cried out when he felt a finger pushing inwards slick with bubbles and probed right inside. It wasn't a seductive probe, instead it lathered the inner ring before moving away entirely. He tried to concentrate on what was said, there had to be a way out! He reached out for his magic and recklessly tried to feel his way over the power of the bridle. Just that touch of magic was enough to rouse the horrible creation.

Only the splash of cold water beneath his tail distracted him as the magic wrapped over him and tensed the bridle down against his head. This time the magic flowed over his chest and trailed over his body. Something was happening! It was more than a simple change he felt himself growing heavier as the weight bore down over his firmly planted hooves. He snapped his eyes opened and felt his reins being tugged downwards as his head lifted higher in the air. It was making him larger. A sharp cry from the lad made him swing his ears back and almost pull his supple thick lips up in a triumphant smile, except the cry wasn't one of just surprise, it was also amusement. The hand slapped lightly under his tail and then down until he felt them curl along his orbs spreading the soap there before it was gone entirely. The magic thrummed over him until he realized he was tall, far far taller then he had been as a man erect!

"I do like them big.." Jonathan's voice was like a blow as he severed his hold on the magic and twisted his head. It was held down now by the height difference between what he had been then and what he was now. It was awkward and uncomfortable. "Well this makes my job easier."

There was a scrape of a stool and he flicked his ears back and twisted his body slightly to see the young magician sitting himself down next to him. For a moment, a totally foreign thought erupted in his mind to kick Jonathan over. Only the genteel humanity in him stopped that response. He had never been a violent man and being trapped in a beast's body wasn't going to take away that civilized manner! He refused to let it! Fingers stroked under his belly as the bucket was drug up and under him. The fingers played against his chest before the sponge came up to rub its way downwards. It didn't stop when it reached near the start of his heavy sheath. The sensation of that pouch was disconcerting, but what was even more so was the rubbing right around the edge of it.

"Sh'op!" He got the words out brokenly as a wet slippery finger moved upwards and tugged at the edge of the flaccid glans.

The lad didn't say anything, he didn't even react to the barely recognizable words. He just started to rub his soapy fingers around as William tensed his stomach up and started to pull the shaft deeper into his sheath. He didn't know how he did it, he just knew that he didn't want to be touched. Not like this. No matter how much he desired the young man he was being treated like a beast of the field, not a human! The fingers didn't stop at the opening, they started to push inwards flooding his sheath with slippery soap that was rubbed off along his inner flesh. He stomped a hoof and tried to pull backwards, but the fingers didn't stop they just pushed ever deeper and stretched the opening of his sheath wider. They tickled until they found his hidden glans and he let out a soft cry as they wrapped behind the sensitive head.

The former human's eyes watered slightly as his cock was tugged and pulled slowly forward. The fingers massaged and worked around the shaft tip as the wrinkled girth started to drop by force. The hand popped free with a wet noise and he felt his dark black cock drooling free under the tugs. It was beyond humiliating, he had no words for the outrage he felt as he heard a splash of water and then the sponge was up to scrub over his cock. The fingers were light and quick as they lathered the member that swayed beneath him. He stomped and squealed out when the rough sponge grazed right over his belled tip and then moved upwards again towards the base. A tear finally escaped his eyes as he dropped his head as low as he could and let out a choking sound as his cleaning continued up and around the sensitive area of his sheath.

Despite his humiliation and anger, he couldn't stop himself from growing aroused under the constant touch. He couldn't stop himself from arching and feeling the thick member starting to swell outwards and hang heavier beneath him. He pranced and tried to pull away as he felt his body reacting, he tried to think of anything that would stop him from behaving like a simple minded animal, but he couldn't. He ended up half arched and feeling that heavy cock hanging in an arch beneath his belly as the first drool of precum welled out to drop down against the floor. The scrubbing around his sheath stopped as the fingers grazed upwards right over his heavy balls. He let out a sobbing noise as his body reacted against his will and his cock swung upwards to slap wetly against the underside of his chest before falling back down again.

"Hmm well I suppose I can leave you with one last time." The words were soft, William couldn't even fathom their meaning, just that he wanted to be left alone.

The young magician stood up and did leave. His cock hung free beneath him and swayed back and forth. He could feel the wet bubbles dripping down as he tried to calm down, but all he could think of was the touch of the fingers against the underside of his cock and rubbing around the tip. Each time he thought of them his cock slapped up against his belly splattering it with precum and soap both before the weight swayed it back down again. He didn't know what was going on until he heard the soft clop of hooves on the ground and the mage came in leading one of his cart mares by the halter. A smile was on the young man's face as he pulled the mare in and led her into one of the small stalls that he was told was used for sick or injured horses. It was small and narrow to keep an animal from pitching about and hurting itself, but for now he was just baffled until he could SMELL her.

He lunged forward with a mindless squeal of desire at the hot scent that radiated from the mare. His cock slapped hard against his belly as he threw himself against the reins and half reared up in his attempt to fight free of them as the scent rushed past his nose. It was like nothing he had ever experienced, it chased away the feel of being human and replaced it with desire. His cock slapped and bobbed against his belly as he bucked and twisted trying to get free. The stall was angled away, he couldn't even see into it, only the smell remained as well as the soft laughter as the lad ducked beneath one of the reins as he struggled against them. His upper lip twitched and tried to peel back as he sucked in the scent and dropped back down to all fours with his eyes rolling wildly as he tried to find a way to get free.

"Not so human at all." The words were murmured before a slippery wet hand wrapped around his cock tip.

Whatever part of him that was human only emerged long enough to feel horrified as he froze in place and hunched his hips forward to thrust into the hold. His nostrils flared wider as he drove himself along the hand as another joined the first and fisted his cock while he whickered and let out a purely animalistic call. His tip drooled out thick rushes of precum that rolled down along the lad's fingers and thick strands of it leaked onto the ground while he rocked his hips harder forward trying to get more sensation from the grasping touch. He couldn't decide if he cared that he couldn't get at the scent or if he simply wanted release. All he knew was the desire that throbbed through him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His nostrils flared as he groaned out and spread his haunches to thrust harder into the hands.

The next thrust rocked harder and he felt one of the hands wrapping around his sensitive tip and teased over it. The palm rubbed back and forth smearing the precum around it until he was throwing his head back and letting out shorter noises. He pushed forward harder until the fingers rubbing up around the ring around the middle clenched down firmly and his tail flagged up high behind him. He shrieked out a sound of pleasure as his tip flared open wide and jutted forward into the hand that held it. His balls contracted before the first hot rush of seed was forced up them to splatter against both the floor and his front legs. He knew he was cumming like a beast, but at that moment he didn't care, all that mattered was the intense pleasure the hands gave him as they rubbed and pulled around his cock sending thick strands of seeds dribbling down towards the ground as he started to taper off.

"There's a good boy, with a girl in heat what could a stallion do?" Jonathan's voice and words sent a chill down his spine as the humiliation of what he had just done hit him. He had acted like an animal.

Any other response was lost as the bucket was lifted up and the left over water splashed along his under belly and softening cock. He trembled and tried to dance away before the sponge carefully cleaned off his forelegs leaving him dripping, soft and a slow roll of a tear rolling down his furred cheek. How could he have even acted like that? He stepped back and glanced down to see the pearly seed coating the floor. It was so much more then he could have produced as a human and it just served as an added shame. The fingers moved up to rub under his chin and he found himself staring at the lad who rubbed either side of his cheeks and gave his head a slow shake back and forth. A smile crossed his features as he smoothed his touch upwards along the edge of the jaw line.

"Alright then, old son, let's be done with all of this eh?" The words were tenderly spoken, and William pricked his ears up. "Poor thing, why don't you just use enough magic to set things right and you'll never embarrass yourself like you just did again."

"P'omish?" He got the words out thickly from between his lips, it was humiliating to speak, but it would have been worse to not know.

"I promise, just another try should set things right." Jonathan held up one of his hands as if giving an oath. "Just a bit more, hmm?"

William eyed him distrustfully, but let out a sigh. His body wasn't exhausted as it might have been as a human, instead if felt energized and eager. His entire body quivered with readiness while he flicked his ears back and drew in a deep breath. He reached for his magic to turn his spell back, to get away or to at least break the bridle, but the moment it started to answer his call he felt the leather straps tighten. It leeched onto his power and took away his command of it, he could do nothing more than grope after it as it pulled over his body and felt his entire torso flaring up as the heat floated through him. It wasn't simply heat, it was electric as things started to shift and change within him. It started slowly at first, but it soon began to spread. His chest and stomach grew larger and barreled out. The heavier muscles layered over it as he felt his lungs expanding so that each breath he drew was larger.

His spine elongated and he felt it being arranged to suit a body that was designed to run on four legs rather than two. He could almost feel his ribs as they spread and he squealed out at the ache that made him buck back against the tied off reins. Behind him his hips started to change and spread. They pressed outwards and the muscles started to layer over them so that they curved and softened slightly. The legs that had started to form began to become more well defined as something that had no business on a human body. The bones thickened and became developed for something heavier than his former weight. The knee became larger and smoothed down while he lifted a leg up and dropped it back down and felt the tendon extending and then contracting.

A sudden gut rolling sensation made him swing around as he felt his softened cock sway beneath his belly and slap against his hind legs. That wasn't what made his stomach tense up though. Something was wrong, something that was making his entire body shift and tremble in reaction. He twisted and tugged at the reins trying to get free, to his shock Jonathan tugged one of them out of the way so he could awkwardly turn his head as he swung himself closer to the other pole. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but he managed to shift his head to the side and under so that he could look at his own retreating cock, but most importantly he could see his balls.

Well, what was left of them. His eyes bulged as he watched them start to draw closer up and into his body. They seemed to be melting upwards as he felt his stomach tense up. He tried to shove his head further under himself as the changes rippled down his spine and towards his tail. The next call he gave was frantic while he splayed his ears to either side. This couldn't be happening to him! It couldn't be! The leathery flesh loosened and then started to spread over the area behind his sheath as he trembled and jerked his head back up. His eyes were wide as he stared at Jonathan who leaned against the post with his hand lightly playing with his riding crop. Those sensuous expressive lips were curved up in a wicked smile as he raised one of his brows just a little bit higher than the other one as if inviting him to protest what had happened.

"I told you that it would make that little...embarrassing problem go away, my fine gelding." His voice made the last word a caress that sent a bone deep tremor through him.

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Jonathan would never stop enjoying the sight of a proud changed stallion staring at his balls as they disappeared. The orbs were gone as if they had never existed and whether William knew it or not, he'd lost the last bit of testosterone in his body with his last release. He hadn't counted on the changed magician to react so strongly to the mare when he'd brought her in, he'd almost been tempted to let him at her just to see what he would have done upon realizing he'd mounted an animal. Still, it had been even more satisfying watching him thrust and hump into his hand with that desperate air. The base desires of an animal had been all that had been left of him in that moment. It was best he start to learn that now. He stared into those white rimmed eyes and just gave a mocking bow before moving his hand to the side to pick up a saddle pad.

"It's time you learn your place, gelding." The horse pranced away and tried to throw up his head, but Jonathan was ready. "You are not a human, you are a horse, an animal, behaving badly now has consequences."

He grabbed right at the base of the reins and beneath the chin to give a pull that forced the former man to arch that proud neck and the damp flowing mane tumbled forward. He didn't release his hold as he forced him to step backwards until his haunches had been pushed firmly up against a portion of the door. The hot equine breath blew over his hands as he threw the saddle pad over the back and pulled it up high onto the withers. He watched the white-grey fur shiver in reaction before he stepped back to pick up the light worn English saddle. The leather had been worked and oiled until it gleamed and was soft to the touch as the stirrups glittered from their polish. The scent of leather and horse together made the young lad relax and enjoy himself as he threw the saddle up and over. The girth and straps made William shy towards him again only to be tugged back by the grip on his reins.

"STAND!" He gave the order with another tug on the reins and watched the bright brown eyes widen before the ears flattened, but the gelding stood.

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Gelding, he was a gelding! Oh bright lord he was a gelding! He stood shaking as the weight of the saddle was shifted on his back, it moved and rubbed against the saddle pad, but he didn't care. His mind was locked on the sight of his orbs disappearing into his body and the smooth patch of skin that had been left behind. He shook all over, his entire body trying to fight off the shock that nipped at his heels. He should find a way out of this, find a way away from here! What could he do? He found himself chewing the air as he thought. It was the same way he used to tug at his cufflinks when he was nervous as a man, only this time he was clattering and working the bit around in his muzzle. Each movement pushed it along the gape in his teeth driving home the loss of humanity he had suffered. He turned his head and grunted as Jonathan suddenly pulled the straps up and flipped the stirrup over the saddle itself.

He wasn't going to ride him surely! The lad wouldn't dare! This had gone beyond all bounds of acceptability! He swung his head about and moved his muzzle forward towards the leather rein. That was it, he could just grip the rein and tug it free and then he could bolt. There had to be other magicians around here that could help him and get him out of this. They would be eager to help him! Who would stand to see another human being in this position. The straps started to pull firmly over his chest as he lipped at the black reins trying to draw the ends up. The moment they started to tighten he sucked in a large breath to make sure they wouldn't grow too tight. He would have to get rid of that saddle one he was free of the bridle. He bloated his chest and stomach as much as he could as his lips finally found the reins and started to tug and set his teeth against them to try and chew them off.

"Oh no you don't, my handsome lad." The laughter was evident in Jonathan's voice before the knee came up.

William grunted as the impact pushed right up against his side and he had to let out a rush of breath that let his chest return to normal size. The impact startled him enough he dropped the reins while the band tightened over his chest and he felt fingers slip beneath it to make sure there was room beneath. The casual touches and the feel of the foreign weight on his back made him shudder as he shied to one side. His hooves clattered against the ground, so heavy, so ungainly when compared to the feet he had formerly had! There was a slap of leather as the side of the saddle was brought back down again and more movement as the stirrup was toyed with. He chewed against the bit and reached his neck out again for the reins before Jonathan came up to his side and ducked beneath the line with a pat against his chest.

His ears twitched back as he felt more movement as the second stirrup was arranged and then the hand moved up to rub just behind his ears. The fingers picked a post just at the poll where part of the bridle rubbed against his mane. The fingers stroked and teased along it lightly until he felt himself lowering his head under the ministrations. It felt sensitive and almost itchy so that the touch was welcome and he turned his head slightly despite himself. He could smell the young magician, he smelled warmly of hay and leather, soap and stallion, horse and warm grass. They were all such wonderful smells when they were put together with the human scent. He drew in a breath and then sighed it out again. He didn't realize he was doing it until the palm of a hand rubbed against his soft nose and he had sucked in a heady draw.

"There now, there's a good lad!" The words were fond as the hand was taken away and he jerked his head up in affront. Lad? Him? He wasn't a lad!

He couldn't even give voice to his anger as the reins were tugged free of their knots and then were drawn up and over his head. He could feel them being jointed up in a knot at the end as Jonathan moved to his side and moved his hands up to wrap one against part of his mane and the reins and the other just behind the saddle. The weight startled him as the boot pushed down on the stirrup and he sidled to one side with a short sound, but the young lad was an accomplished horseman. In the time it took him to react to that weight and shift, there was a man sitting firmly in the saddle on his back. He felt the weight shifting against his spine, the pad beneath the saddle cushioning him, the legs wrapped around his chest. The reins tugged against his lips as he threw his head back and let out a squeal of outrage. This was wrong!

His muscles bunched up and William launched himself for the door. The hell if this boy would ride him like this! He would throw him and escape. He briefly saw the mare that had been led into the stall, her scent tickled his nose, but he barely registered it as more then another scent. The weight on his back leaned forward as he tore along the damp road and stretched his legs out. It was sheer luck that he didn't go tumbling down into the grass as he worked his long strange legs. His hooves rang in his ears as he got away from the barn and started up the hill before Jonathan took matters into his own hands. The reins suddenly pulled taut and the bit tugged at his lower jaw. He spread his lips and tried to fight it as they pulled harder and forced his head down. His head was down! He couldn't stick it out to see and run.

He reared back onto his haunches and nearly fell as his balance shifted. He landed on all fours with a squeal while his ears held flat against his head. The reins were held tight forcing him to hold in place as he chewed and tried to get his lower jaw to pull up again. He pawed at the ground and circled trying to fight the reins and bit both to free himself of them. They shifted slightly as a hand slid along his neck and rubbed back and forth. The pressure of the rein finally loosened up and he moved his head up. He tensed his muscles prepared to launch and throw the lad to the ground when suddenly he pulled them back again stopping him before he even started. This time it was hard enough that the metal ends tugged at his tender mouth and pulled at his lips until they nearly bruised. He held still, his nostrils flared open wide as he sucked in breath and shivered with desire to throw the young magician to the ground.

"Easy now, old son, easy. Just walk nice and slow now," The words were soft as the reins lifted and he pawed at the ground.

He wanted to fight back, but instead he stepped out at a slow walk. Let him lose his guard then, let him drop his guard just long enough for him to have his revenge. Step by step he walked down the lane while the hands held the reins loosely enough that he could lift his head up. It felt strange walking on all fours, his body moved differently; he could even feel that damned tail bobbing along behind his hindquarters as he walked. He walked along the field and saw the grey he had sought to match standing there, his head was up and William turned his head away. That wasn't pity he saw in that creatures eyes. It wasn't. He flattened his ears and launched forward to barely go a few feet before the hard reins tugged him back to a prancing stand still. The launch had barely started! He felt a wave of despair before they were lifted signaling him to walk forward again.

Step by step he walked along the lane and then onto a trail that he had often used for riding. Each time he tried to veer away or find a way to dislodge the hated rider he was forced right back into the position of his head down against his chest and the aching feel of the bit digging into his jaw and lips. It was humiliating, but worse was he stopped trying to lunge forward. What good would it do? He would only feel the sharp pain of the bit and be forced to stop again. When he walked calmly a hand came to stroke his neck and he heard soft praises spill from the magician's lips. How good he was, what a find lad, how gracefully he moved and how well he kept his gait. It made him infuriated, but horrifyingly enough he came to enjoy it as they walked along the path through the thick pine woods that surrounded his home. They reached to his neighbors property, nearly three miles away before a shifting of the knee and touch of the rein coaxed him to turn.

"There's my fine lad!" The pleasure and anger combined at those words. "Now let's work some of that spirit out, hmm? A powerful horse like yourself needs to get the energy out of him sometimes."

William wasn't prepared for what happened next. The heels came in against his side and he felt a light slap against his haunches, a sting of the crop that startled him into bolting. It wasn't the head long run to throw his rider though. Jonathan leaned forward and gripped the reins as his boots pushed forward in the stirrups and called encouragement to him. His legs churned beneath him as he stretched his full length and drew them together to let them leave the ground for less than the start of a breath before he was stretching out again. Muscles worked in places he had never had them before, they powered his body over the path as he extended his head and flared his nostrils. The sound of his hoof beats was the sound of thunder in his ears and his heart started to pound faster against his chest as he was guided through the forest.

It wasn't just on the path, no! Jonathan guided him with the press of his leg and the pull of the reins to send him into the woods itself. He couldn't just run, the objects in his path appeared too fast for him to anticipate, but the young man on his back did. The legs and reins both answered to make him pull away from fallen logs and bramble. After a few moments he was forced to entirely rely on his rider to ensure he wouldn't fall and break a leg. His mind screamed for him to stop now, to throw the magician over his back, but his body sang with the pure joy of running. His rider moved as if the man was a part of his very being, he shifted with each fall of his legs and each rapid turn of his body. His lungs burned as he drank in the air, but he wasn't exhausted. His body was made for this, even the gloss of sweat over his hide was a welcome feeling.

"Let's take it, lad! Up and over!" The joyous shout rang in his ears as the reins guided him towards a downed tree.

William wanted to balk, he wanted to dart to the side away from it, but his heart trumpeted the desire to overcome it. The looming trunk of the tree came faster and faster until he gathered his legs up and when he prepared to kick off with his legs to leap forward he pushed up. His forelegs tucked up close to his body and he felt the weight on his back lean forward with a great shout of delight. For a moment he soared through the air itself and left the earth behind before extending his legs again. He came to earth with an impact on his forelegs and brought his haunches down again before tearing off across the forest. His mind trembled at the feeling of exhilaration that was as intoxicating as the finest brandy or the sweetest opium. It lured him inwards towards a life that made even his gelded state seem intriguing.

===Several weeks later===

"I've never seen a finer team, Jonathan, simply marvelous!" The old groom ducked under the reins of the beast on the left and grinned. "Where did you get the new one? He's Lucius' twin!"

"Well I have my ways, Tim, you've always known that." The young magician allowed himself a slow smile as he admired the matched set.

The pair of horses stood hitched to a light cart. Their harnesses were of the finest leather with carefully tooled buckles that glittered in the sunlight. Each one held a large crimson feather on the head stall that matched the fine velvet seats of the cart. They were pale white-grey and as alike as two apple pips as one tossed his head back and gave a full bodied shake. It had taken two long weeks of care to coax William into accepting what he was. The rides had been the lure that had taught him that disobeying came with a price while obeying gave the sweetest rewards. By the last week he had watched something fade from those liquid dark brown eyes, something of the man had been left behind in the long runs and training. He moved over to rub his fingers just beneath the curve of the gelding's cheek as he gave his old friend a devil's smile.

"You'll take good care of my William won't you? Lucius is growing quite fond of him, they spend most every day together." The gelding who had been William tossed his head and shot him a long look.

"Aye, good care for 'em both. Come on m'beauties, time ta unharness you and get ya cleaned up." The old groom moved up to take the reins and gave a tug against them so that the horses stepped out together to follow. "How'd tha' meetin' go with that country gent? Worth the travel then?"

"Oh yes, he was worth every minute of time spent with him. After all, you see what prize he gave me at the end of my visit." Jonathan gave a sardonic grin as the geldings were led to his stable. The greatest prize of all, complete control and complete loyalty. His prize set of horses would be a source of never ending joy. At least until he came across another that he deemed fitting for this fate. Who knows, perhaps he'd try for a bay this time around.

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William let the old groom take the harness off of him and for the first time in weeks the bridle was peeled off of his head and the bit pulled out. He worked his mouth as his thick tongue started to shift back and forth to get the taste out. He felt a sudden rush of..something. The need to do something, something important, something that he had been waiting for. He lifted his head and snorted as he looked around the well kept stables. What was it? What had he meant to do? The sudden rattle of buckets made his head drop back down again along with the sweet scent of oats that tickled his nostrils. Yes, that was right, he was going to eat and then he and Lucius would be let loose in the paddock to roll in the grass. That was what he meant to do. Perhaps later Jonathan would take him for a good run. As he drove his head into the feed bucket and felt a hand on his neck he relaxed his worries again.

"Aye, there's a good lad, ya eat up now." The old groom scratched behind his ears fondly as he filled himself. Yes. He was a very good lad indeed!

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