Taking a look at the goat that had been his coworker, Aaron nodded. He knew he could finish the job, but he and Liam were friends, and he wasn't sure he could stay friends with a goat. "OK. If I can do it all my way, no interference?"
Tye raised his hands. "You got it!"
Aaron turned back to Mike, who was backed up against the far side of the stall, a deformed freak halfway between centaur and horse. "You heard all of that, so there's no point in trying to lie. You're more horse than human, and I can pretty much turn you into any kind of equine I want." Mike gave an angry sound between a scream and a whinny, and snapped at Aaron. The stable boy did not even flinch. Instead, he walked directly toi Mike and placed a hand on the former centaur's side. Mike fell quiet, sides heaving with scared breathing, But he found that he could not move against the boy.
Aaron reached over to pick a brush out of his box and started to stroke Mike's left ear. They tingled and elongated, stretching up taller. The boy stopped and then used his free hand to pull down and stroke the donkey's ear. "I can turn you into a jackass, or maybe a big mule. Sterile. A work animal for hard labor. OR." He paused and smiled. "I can give you what you wanted. Make you a magnificent Shire stallion, powerful and sought after as a stud. Your choice. An ugly mule or a beautiful warhorse." He picked up another brush and walked to the other side of the stall. "Come to me and I'll make you perfect."