Before the others could react, the huge centaur spun around, knocking the much-smaller elves to the ground, and bolted out of the stall. The tied-up kid yelled. "Christine! Dammit, you just swapped our bodies! I'm stuck as an ugly stable boy!"
Ty appeared in the stable in front of them, grinning. "You have it more right than you know, Mike. Or should I say, Mika? For that is your name now - Mika the stableboy. Unless you catch the centaur and get yourself switched back in 2 hours, you'll be stuck forever here in this world as a dumb, ugly stableboy. Never aging, never changing, and never doing anything but mucking stalls and grooming horses. And when the game is over, that boy in your body will take over your life in the real world!"
"DAMNIT!" Mike swore from his bondage. "Catch him!" As the others charged out of the barn in pursuit of the Centaur. Mike struggled against the long elven arrows that held in pinned to the stable wall.
"Uhum guy's." He called realizing his new body could not break loose. "Damnit guys!" He screamed struggling franticly, but the others were would out of ear shot. Twisting his wrist around, until his was able to grasped the back of one shaft. He pulled down twisting it as best he could, until at last he was rewarded with a dry sounding crack! The shaft broke, transfering his weight to the others which snapped under the load. Suddenly he dropped face first onto the dirty straw littered stable floor. "Oooof!"
"Yuck!" Mika exclaimed as he realized that the soft pillow his he was on was infact a pile of half dry horse biskits! Leaping to his feet, he raced to a near by horse troffed. Dunking his head in the cool water, he scrubbed his face with his hands. "Why is it no matter what I do I end up in dung?" Mike growled.
"Because your just sooooo good with it." A laughing high pitched voice explained. Spinning around Mike came face to face with a black robe clad kid, 16 years old maybe. His homely face and pug nose were covered with freckles.
"Who the hell are you?" Mike asked.
"Oh a new game is it?" The youth chuckled. "Ok I'll play." "I am the great and powerful Wizard Feneris Cob." The youth intoned as seriously as he could. "And I'm looking for a Catamite!"
"Catimite huh?" Miked looked puzzled. "Well I aint heard of any such monster."
"Monster!" The youth roared with laughter. "Oh you are playing this up!" "A Catamite is a young man use for...Errr sodomist purposes." The wizard laughingly explained.
"Sodomist purposes?" Mike asked looking even more confused. "Whats your point?" Mike asked trying to hide his ignorance.
"I want you to be my Catamite!" The wizard stead conversationly.
"Errr...listen I've got a Centaur to catch..soooo."
"I've already caught my Centaur." The wizard chuckled reaching out to grasp the stable boy's huge member tugging it teasingly....