Runt bore down on me with sudden dexterity that I couldn't get away in time.
He grabbed my rump, put his lips on my flank and bit hard. I yelped.
There was a hiss of air. I tried to scramble away from him but I could no longer control my
feet. I looked down at my equine half and noticed it was deflating. It was going limp
beneath me and within moments I was just a torso on the floor nestled in a horse skin
rug.
"Please," I begged, "I didn't mean to"
Runt said nothing. he grabbed the folds of my horse half and pulled. I fell backward as he
stretched my lowered body out. He let go and it quickly snapped back into my own,
ordinary legs.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing for a moment. My own ordinary legs and my own
ordinary cock given back to me. I rubbed them gingerly, expecting them not to be real.
"Thank you!" I wheezed, "Can I go home now"
"Shut up!" Runt snarled, "I just undid the last change so I can start on the next one"
I panicked. I turned to Mario, who was sat in the corner lamenting over his new and old
body. "Help me!" I implored.
"He always wins," Mario murmured, "Always"
Runt grabbed me by the neck. He placed his other hand firmly between my legs, right on
the bit of skin between my balls and my ass. Carefully, he began to push, compress, and I
felt my body shrinking.
Suddenly, Runt was twice my size. I didn't dare resist now. Out of my ass he pulled a tail
and he put his other hand behind my upper lip and pulled it into hanging chops. He pulled
out all my hair, neatly squeezed my ears into long points and pulled two long horns out of
my head.
He turned me over, grasped two folds of skin on my shoulder blades and pulled them out
into large, leathery wings. In the process, my skin had become mottled and grey. My
fingers had grown claws and toes had become webbed.
"There," Runt announced, "The lowest form of life"
He held me by the scruff of my neck and walked to the nearest door. When he opened it,
there was no party on the other side. He'd done his magic, so the door led to a place I
didn't know. There was grass and trees and tall buildings made of old stone.
"You had your chance, mate," He sneered, "If you'd done things right I'd left you alone.
Maybe we could have had a bit of fun, but you weren't very adventurous. Now I wash my
hands of you"
Without another thought, he threw me out of the door and shut it firmly behind him.
I landed in a heap in the mud.
I stayed there a moment, until the prospect of me continuing to live despite what had just
happened became unavoidable.
I stood up. I quickly found that I could only walk when hunched over, otherwise I'd lose
my balance. I still wasn't sure what I was. Lowest form of life, he'd said. Wings, though, so
it couldn't be all bad.
I had no idea where I was, other than it was a town in what looked like the English
countryside. I could see tall buildings in the distance, but nothing like the skyscrapers of
New York.
I passed a small pond and decided to inspect my reflection. I was momentarily wary,
scared of what I might see. But I couldn't keep going without knowing. So I peered into the
water.
And I wasn't quite sure how to react. My face was feline, quite like a lion with no mane.
Except I had horns that were long, like ram's horns. And I had no fur. Instead, my skin was
dark grey. Like stone.
I was a gargoyle.