Tyler struggled with his new thoughts and urges. He knew the Indian standing in front of him was his friend
but that didn't seem to stop him from wanting to fill him with bullets. He flicked his cigarette and spat a
dark splat of tobacco-laced spittle on the floor. "I reckon' this here situation has to change 'tween us," he
growled. "An' this time I ain't fixin' to be taken fer surprise neither." Reluctantly he holstered his gun and
sized up the other fellow, constantly chanting 'he's a friend, he's a friend,' in the back of his mind to keep
from doing anything stupid. But he also knew the damn Indian couldn't be trusted and had to be taken out as
quickly as possible.
"What is it yer folk steal from us good folk?" he mused. He rubbed the stubble on his face as the Indian
watched him impassively, anger burning in his eyes. "That's right, our dang gum horses. So why dontcha be yer
own dang horse, fella, and get ready to saddle up. I'm fixin' to ride ya." His smile was greasy, like a snake.
James opened his mouth to reply. Instead of words, however, a shrill whinny passed his lips. His eyes widened
in surprise then narrowed again in rage. He blew softly from his nose and shifted his weight as he suddenly
felt heavier. Muscle was building on his dark frame, particularly his neck, chest and legs. They bulged with
the growing bulk, becoming large and firm. His dark hair was wild and receded from the sides of his head until
it ran down the back of his head and neck in a black mane. James snorted and took a step forward. He looked
down in surprise when he heard a clomp.
His leather moccasins had ripped open as his feet curled in on themselves and hardened with black nail. His
hooves clomped heavily on the wooden floor of the stage. His cream-colored pants strained against his thick,
muscular legs. As his ass began to swell as well the seams popped and tore, the shreds of leather and hide
falling to the floor around him. His skin darkened and his cock began to thicken as well, taking on a dark,
almost black color. It pulled up into a furry sheath as short brown hairs began to sprout around his groin and
spread outward.
"Yer lookin' mighty fine there, boy," drawled Tyler as he watched the transformation. "I'll be the talk o' the
town when I ride ya." He found himself oddly looking down at the large sheath on his friend's crotch as he
said this last part.
James snorted and whinnied a second time, his nostrils flaring and growing wider. His mouth and nose pushed
out into a long, narrow muzzle as his teeth widened and shifted in his mouth. His ears grew pointed and
furred, getting longer as they traveled up the side of his head to poke upward on either side of his main. The
dark hair was quickly mirrored down below as long, silky strands of black sprouted from above his large
muscular ass, swishing in a thick, glossy tail. Finally, James' eyes darkened as they white receded and was
filled with brown. They enlarged then traveled farther apart on his long face.
"Yep.' Tyler crushed his cigarette beneath his boot and spat again. "Mighty fine." He looked the horse-man up
and down appreciatively, his gaze once again lingering on the dark furry sheath that hid his large horse cock.