"Did you enjoy that?" Roman asked me after he dismounted.
"Yeah..." I breathed stupidly.
"Good," he murmured, "I have a confession."
I wasn't really sure how to react so I just waited for him to say what it was. He didn't say
anything, though. He just stood there, biting his lip, watching me.
"What?" I asked. But then I realised.
Something was swelling inside of me. I could feel the muscles in my equine body bulging
and thrusting outward. My hooves were sliding across the floor as my legs were forced
outward. Everything from the waist down was growing huge, and I mean everything. And
yet, from the waist up I was getting smaller.
My torso was being swallowed by my horse body. My arms fused against my body and
vanished. Soon, I was a huge horse's body with my own, normal sized head, looking pretty
ridiculous. Then my head began to grow. My nose and mouth forced its way outward into a
long, large snout. My neck ballooned and fur spread across my cheeks. Finally, a long,
pointed horn pushed its way out of my forehead.
I admired myself in the reflection of the oven window. I was a huge, white unicorn. I was
skinnier and younger looking than Roman, but I was sprightly and handsome with bright
blue eyes and shaggy fur on my chin like a beard.
"This is amazing!"
I suppose I should have been shocked but I felt far too good. I felt powerful and
invincible. I felt better than I had ever felt in my entire life. I trotted in a small circle.
"Unicorn love is magical," Roman explained, "The moment my, uh, fluids entered your body
the imbibed you with my spirt. Aside from transforming your body, it made you my mate.
We are connected now, you and I."
"Woah..." I said, as if I were a drugged hippy.
"Also, it broke the spell the Imp had over you."
He licked my forehead and I nuzzled his shoulder.
"But wait..." I paused. I looked back at my crotch. "I'm still gay."
"All unicorns are gay," Roman explained, "I doubt that comes as a great surprise."
I blinked at this. "Are there girl unicorns?"
Roman laughed. "What would be the point? We don't need them to reproduce, do we? It's
usually horses we 'imbibe' but we can turn any species to our kind. I chose you."
This was starting to seem real for me now. I suddenly remembered that Runt had been
getting drinks. Reading my mind, Roman said, "I'll have a word with him. I'll have him leave
the party. You won't have to speak to him again."
I sighed and kissed him.
I suppose he had tricked me into this, but I was starting to like to sound of spending my
life with him.