As they both relaxed on the haybale and observed the rest of the stable hands, Derrick picked up his exhausted horse cock and absently mindedly rubbed it back to full attention; something was bothering him and he couldn't quite place it.
"Drew... don't take this the wrong way..." Derrick started, not wanting to sound ungrateful, "because the sex was great... but how come you didn't... Hmm..." He didn't have the word for what was wrong.
Andrew just raised an eyebrow as he looked at Derrick and finished his sentence for him, "Fit?"
Derrick looked surprised, but nodded. "I mean you fit, it was almost perfect! I loved it so much, but there was something I couldn't place... even though I was very much filled."
Andrew just nodded. "Yeah, all the Ginger stable hands are perfect for each other, but we are 'locked' into our forms by the one who transformed us. That feeling you were feeling? That's you longing for the cock that transformed you, almost like a magical key to your lock."
Derrick sighed. Andrew was right, just the thought of that Faun made his heart flutter, his asshole immediately twitched in anticipated pleasure as it longed for the Faun's slick, perfectly shaped shaft. "Your right! Just one thought about him and... I..." Derrick suddenly realized he was absently mindedly finger himself. "Wow."
"I've thought about this a lot as well." Drew commented, "This place is full of transformation magic, and nobody here was what they were when they first arrived. Some fully accept their new forms... the Centaurs surly get a good deal out of it. But for us? We are the hired help, and while we get rewarded with these strong bodies, we are at the lower end of the staffing chain."
He chuckled as he watched Derrick finger himself again. "You need a hand there? I could go again with no issues."
"I..." Derrick caught himself, "No, I want to know more about this magic. Would the Faun transform me back? Could I become something else? I like being who I am, but I think I only like it because we were meant to like it! How did the Faun get his role at the resort?"
Drew shrugged, "I dunno. Him and that Minotaur that dropped you off earlier have a thing going. They 'hire' new low level staff positions for various parts of the resort..."
Drew then paused and pondered something for a moment. "You know what? You might have something there. I've been at the stable hand position for so long, I think it might be time for a change! Lets think about this more, tonight after we have supper."
He then tapped Derrick's hand that had absently minded grabbed his own shaft again. "Here, I was a bit rough earlier but it was only to prove a point. Let me give you the full treatment..." then went to his knees. Looking up at Derrick, they locked eyes as Drew gently grabbed Derrick's shaft and brought it to his mouth and gave it his full attention.
About 10 or so minutes later, a fully satisfied Derrick was sleeping with his back the hay as Drew relaxed on top of him; chest to cum-covered chest. Playing with Derrick's hair lovingly as his equine dick slowly softened inside of his new sleeping friend, Drew began to ponder a plan for them to start climbing the corporate ladder at the resort.