Gelvin backed off from the approaching breeder to buy a bit more time. Sure, he may have stayed with the other two out of solidarity, but that was when he assumed they would simply be used as mounts. Even breeding was tolerable, if he was the stud. Being bred as a mare, however, was a step too far.
"Now, now, my boy," the breeder said in a deceptively soothing tone, holding out his hand. "No need to be skittish. You gave your lady friend there quite the good time, and you have my thanks. As your reward, you will have a good time of your own."
Snorting in defiance, Gelvin mustered his magic and prepared to launch a spell. As a Horse Witch, he could still cast even his most complex spells while in horse form. Some particular spells were even easier to cast this way. The fertility spell was one of them, and this was another.
The breeder's eyes went wide, and he swore in sudden anger. "You are a Witch! How dare you trick me like this!" Lifting his hand that had the magic ring, he lunged forward.
At the same time, Gelvin's rear hit the fence. He was trapped, and his spell was not yet ready! In panic, he rushed the last of it and cast it just as the man's hand slapped him on the nose.
For a split second, the breeder's ring began to glow, but a brighter flash drowned it out. By the time Gelvin opened his eyes again, he realized...