Runt sniggered as I neighed and whinnied. I tried to kick him but he lazily dodged my attack. I wasn't yet used to my four feet and stumbled
clumsily to the tiled floor.
"Not bad," he sneered, "I probably would've gone with pig or rat, but I like this more."
I peered up at him from the floor. "Now," he said, "You've learned you can't fight me. You could try to escape but you'd fail. And even if you did,
you can't speak to tell anyone what I've done. They'd round you up and take you to the country to live out the rest of your days in some
pasture. Do as I say and maybe you'll get your body back. Maybe."
I let out a pitiful whinny. Runt clapped his hands together and left the kitchen area, returning to the main living space.
"Let's see."
He walked up to front walls and placed his hands against it. It seemed his transformative talents were not simply limited to people, for as he
pushed, the wall moved back. A lot. He moved it so far, I was concerned it might collide with the building across the street. But as I looked
carefully, I noticed the views outside the windows were moving too. It was like he was pushing the whole city. The apartment was getting
bigger, but it took up no more space.
He did the same to all the walls, until the place was like a cathedral. In fact, as he worked, that's what it began to resemble. There were stone
pillars and arched ceilings and intricate mosaics, all with a somewhat asian theme. He worked meticulously for a good few hours and all I could
do was watch as he turned my furniture and my possessions into some sort of eastern palace.
I had laid down and rested my head on my hooves by that point, to drowsy to think of anything to do. In hardly any time at all, my old life had
completely vanished. I had lost my freedom, my body and my voice. Suddenly, Christmas alone didn't seem so bad.
It was dawn by the time he finished, and collapsed on a pile of large body pillows that had once been my couch. Only a few elements of my
old apartment remained. The front door and the view out the window. Even I had been transformed.
Then, Runt slept. Even as a horse, I felt my cock going hard as I looked at his beautiful body at rest. I wasn't really in the mood to have any
positive thoughts about him, so I plodded away from him. I eyed the front door and considered trying to get it open. But Runt was right. Where
could I go?
In the end, I found a dismal corner, curled up and went to sleep.
***
The following morning, I was awoken by a sound. Runt was startled awake by it too. He looked around for the source of the sound.
What was it?