Mark asked, "What is all this about?"
"You're the one who made the mistake of being bold and coming to where you were not asked to come. You have come at a most inopportune time, as have seen to much, as this makes you a danger to my plans," Runt said, as he then looked over at me.
"Who are you, certainly not my friend Ron? As you would have me to believe that horse is Ron, and you, you are some magician! Mark said in a trembling voice.
"Wrong on one count," Runt replied. "Obviously I am not really Ron, I just resemble him, and the real Ron, your friend is now and for a goodly long while is as a horse, being a stallion with a pedigree!"
"Magic is not real!
If you are a magician, where is your pointy hat to fit your pointy head, and your star studded cloak?" Mark asked, as he from his fear and lack of understanding of my situation, he acted brash.
"If I'm not real, you have nothing to worry about," Runt said as he again looked at me to then smile when he saw how my cock hung limp but began a slow bloating into a full-on erection. I stood there thinking and wondering how to stop Runt from what down deep in me I knew he was planning to do to Mark. As I began to swishing my tail, Runt said loudly, "So, magic isn't real!"
"Why am I naked," Mark asked as he used his hands to cupping, cover his maleness.
"Now, what am I to do with you?
I could cause your sudden death!
Maybe I could have Ron here get angry and stomp you to death, stallion's can be quite dangerous!
Runt stepped toward him, watching with satisfaction as Mark shy toward me rather than toward the apartment door as a possible exit.
"Don't hurt me," Mark pleaded, he covering his face with his hands and arms.
"Really, does that sissy pose make you feel safe from my magical harm?
I stomped my right fore-hoof down hard, and it caused Runt to jump as flinch.
"You ever been arrested?" Runt asked Mark.
"Naw-no never, why do you ask that?" Mark answered, as he relaxed and dropped his arms to again covering his maleness.
"Never mind, as your friend would disapprove if asked and he could still talk, so Mark I will let you decide, you have two choices." Runt said, "Choice one is along a similar plot in the movie Atlantis, the Lost Continent. Did you ever see the movie, it's a classic!
That was where an unscrupulous man of science had the power to cause, force men to accept their physical change to an animal species. I a horrific scene the doctor takes a youth about your age and surgically changes the head and face to resemble the face of a young bull. He hypnotizes the lad to drink a potion before he is removed to a cell where the bodily changes and pains can be observed.
I have a friend who could make use of you if you were..., say a Devon breed bull.
Your secondary future is to join with your friend Ron, as he shall soon be transferred to a ranch in Wyoming to begin a future of mating with mares. Just look at him and see he is thinking of having you go with him as a friend. Friend or herd bull, which do you prefer?" Runt poised the question to Mark.
Mark stood there and with a scared whimper, he said, "I know what you say is a lie, whether about me or of this fool horse."
Runt smiled broadly, "I am surprised, most of those I ever offered to become as Bulls, quickly chose to be a herd sire bovine. You though even being naked would confront me, as if you were a someone or something stronger, more powerful than I."
Mark by then his fear had returned, I could see he was so scared then he might have begun to cry. To me, Mark seemed a coward, I no longer felt anger toward Runt, as I thought then of Mark would be better if he were a bull.
Runt focused his stare at my friend, he a pathetic creature. As Runt concentrated on what planned to do to Mark if for no reason but to torture a human; I could then feel the demonic energy flow from Runt to encompass Mark.
"Wha..., what's happening?" Mark said, he staring at his hands, said then, "I can't move my fingers."
"Because you won't need them any more," Runt said. Mark stared as his hands were already starting to twist and merge together, as dark hair began to sprout on his arms, chest, neck, and face.
Runt inhaled deeply, he drew in more energy from Hell while focusing on Mark, he had a picture in mind of what he wanted Mark to become. As Mark stood struggling, seeing his arms as drastically changing in form. He lost his balance and flopped forward, falling as thrashing his arms and legs.
As from my experience with how Runt changed man to animal, I knew that the transformation was not painful, but could be uncomfortable if fought against Runt's powers.
As human hands merged and became as a single toe solid hoof, the same happened to Mark's feet, as they elongated, the heels became as hind hocks. His posture took on a hunched stance as did his legs, his feet, and toes conformed to give Mark the hind legs of a equine horse very similar to me and mine.
As with me the magical changes moved upwards, engulfing my pelvic region, to my torso. I could see his tail push out to cover his butt, while his neck began to grow, a mane sprouting. The changes engulfed his head, elongating the skull bone, as it spread wider apart his eyes, and doubled the size of his sinus. Mark screamed a true to sounding whinny when his ears were drawn to the peak of his changed head.
All of him was changed as he laid near my fore-hoofs, he raising his head, as gawked at me with a bizarre stare of total disbelief.
"Ah-ha, Ron, just look what I have you done to your friend," Runt said, "I could in a moment finish the change and degrade that human mind to something commonly equine."
"I could, but like Ron, I don't think I should leave you able to speak. That causes too many problems!
"Say what, like why am I doing this?
"Mostly because I can, and partly because I like to see born humans cringe as they live a lifestyle of some common farm animal.
Now, I'm going to give you a good bit of advice. Foremost, if you want to lead a comfortable life, don't be a brash cunt!
Ha, you failed to note your body has changed to a new species and your gender changed, you are for Ron as a mare. Stand up and let Ron sniff or give a broad-tongue lick to your black as winking and horny feeling mare vulva lips. Hold your hairy tail high and either to the right or left of your buttocks, as let the stallion see, as sniff, testing your estrus as ready to breed.
Oh stop it, I gave you a choice, if you wanted to be guaranteed to remain as all male then as a Bull you could be a herd sire. However, I made mention that Ron was the herd sire stallion and if you wished to join him, go with him, that was your choice.
You got a nice black lipped vulva tucked just under your puckered black anus. You being now as a female your cunt has a twat; you will learn to appreciate it as time passes. Oh, and when made pregnant your udder with two teats will fill with rich milk to let your foals suckle.
Horses generally live their lifetime in the span of twenty to thirty years. However, and since I so changed your species you are both as two year-old's, mature in every physical sense. As you were born human the biblical mentioned lifespan for people is as three score and ten, or seventy years, or what you both have sixty-eight years of equine sexual fun to learn to adore each the other.
Ron, don't be too harsh on Mark and suck her cunt to try and pop her cherry!
Mark, you being as Ron's mare, you will find his cock musk as adorable, so take care when suckling the end of his black big cock!
Now off you go to the ranch for fun, frolic, and fornicating!" Runt said with a smile.