Runt picked up on my distress. "Typical human," he sighed, "Doesn't know what he wants..."
Before I could react, he walked up to my side and lunged beneath my belly. His hand found my cock and clutched it tightly. Immediately, all my
anger and fear evaporated and I was just so glad that he was touching me. My horse cock went hard immediately and I snickered in pleasure.
He held my shaft and tugged. But he wasn't jerking me off. It felt like he'd opened a valve and the air was rushing out of me. It felt like I was
falling, like the world was rushing away from me. My fur fell away, my hooves gave way for my fingers, colour splashed into my vision and I
was crushed into a familiar, small and simple space. I ached terribly.
Feeling a little dizzy, I waited for my sense to return to me. I realised I was sat naked on the kitchen floor, my old self again. I gazed at my
hands in relief. Then I realised that Runt was still firmly holding onto my cock, massaging it gently.
"Get off!" I yelled, pushing him away. He sniggered, and sat next to me.
"So there you have it," he said, "Tha's what I can do."
"Impressive," I admitted, trying not to show how impressed I really was, "Did you have to... you know, fuck me?"
"No," Runt shrugged, "But it helps. Makes the transformation go smoother."
"I don't believe you," I said.
"You enjoyed it."
I said nothing, though he was right.
None too subtly, I continued, "Can I try another one?"
"Hey, now!" He retorted, "That was just the taster. You've had four transformations now and I've had nothing in return."
"Four!?"
"Pig snout and back. Horse and back. Four," He repeated, "If you want more, you have to let me stay."
"I'll make a deal with you," He continued, "You let me stay here to hide. I don't need to eat, I just need a couch to sleep on. In return, I will give
you two transformations every three days. That's a transformation into something and back again. You don't have to use them right away, you
can save them up if you like, but you only get new ones on every third day I stay here? How's that sound?"
I didn't really know how this compared to other deals with magical services, but it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. He'd given me a taste
and I was itching to try more.
"Deal," I said, "Now will you change me into something?"
Runt stood up. "You've had more than your fair share today. Gotta wait three days."
"What!?"
"That's the deal. You agreed."
I grumbled.
Living with Runt was a peculiar experience. He insisted on spending all hours of the day in the nude. Similarly, he had no qualms about seeing
me naked, which I was less happy about. It was very difficult to explain to a nude why I wouldn't be happy about him walking into the
bathroom while I was taking a shower. The first day, I went out and bought a proper pair of pajamas and a robe, two things I've never needed
on my own.
I was back at work quite quickly, keen to be out of the house if he was there. He didn't seem to do very much during the days. He would watch
television a lot, completely fascinated with it. Failing that, he had a peculiar habit of perching places. I'd come home and find him on top of my
wardrobe, or on a lamp, or hanging by his tail from the curtain rail. He would stay this way for hours, just watching the room.
I couldn't get used to going hard every time I looked at him. Outside, and at work, I was most definitely straight, but as soon as I passed the
threshold of my apartment I'd be as queer as three dollar bill. I'd see him, splayed on the sofa in all his glory, and having a crushing need to
disappear into the bedroom and bat one out. It was disconcerting that every time would be more pleasurable than I'd ever had, and that my
thoughts would inevitably stray to how he'd thrust his cock into my equine ass that night. And no matter how discreet I made my jerking off,
he would always smile at me afterward, as if he knew what I'd been doing and why.
The one thought that kept me going was what I was going to choose to transform into. At first I thought I'd try horse again, but I quickly
realised that there was little I could do as a horse in New York city. I picked up wildlife magazines for inspiration and folded down the pages of
ideas I liked. By the time the third day came, I had made up my mind.
It was a long day. Work dragged and inevitably there was an evening rush just as my shift was ending. Than the subway was delayed. When I
finally got home, I wasted no time in bursting through the door and walking up to Runt.
"I've made up mind," I told him, "I want to be a..."