Where the elf had been lying stunned now sat a confused-looking, gawky boy of 12 or 13. A naked, confused boy who was quite obviously endowed with the sexual equipment of a horse or donkey. Since this was the first thing Brian saw when his vision cleared, it was understandable that it took him a minute to stop staring down. He reached down with filthy, manure-stained fingers and rubbed the lip of his heavy black sheath, and then the swollen black testicles underneath. "Oh, wow." Then he suddenly seemed to remember where he was and looked up at the others, his face flushed red. His features had not changed a lot - he was still recognizably Brian, but the transformation had done more than just make him a young human. His hair was a matted tangle, teeth were crooked and scummy, and he looked like he had never bathed or even worn a stitch of clothing in his life. There was also something about his eyes that gave the impression of stupidity. Brian looked at them a moment, apparently confused, than said "What?" as if he did not understand what they were staring at.
It was so absurd that Mike and Christine both started laughing, and even Joe appeared to smile.
Brian stood up awkwardly, having to shift a little to allow for his grossly oversized male parts. "It ain't funny!" He scowled and scratched absently at his feces-encrusted anus, which made his friends laugh all the harder. "Oh, fuck off." He pushed past Christine and Mike and grabbed a rake. Their laughter died as the former elf began mucking out the stall across the stable. He was muttering to himself as he tossed the soiled straw against the wall to separate out the manure.
Christine moved over to the gate and asked "Brian, what are you doing?"
Without missing a toss of the rake, Brian said "Muckin' the stall! What's it look like?"
"Uh, yes. But why?"
Brian did stop this time. He stared at the rake and the lumps of manure. Then, with an obvious effort, he dropped the rake and backed out of the stall. The he turned faced his friends, his face screwed up in concentration. "I'm Bri-an." He seemed to be struggling with the words. "Not a stable-boy. Elf. I was an elf."
Mike shuffled closer. "Yeah. The wizard turned you into this kid."
Brian looked up at the centaur. "You look sorta funny, but I can fix that with some of our brushes." Then he blinked and shook his head. "No! That would make you a horse!"
Mike nodded. "Been there, done that. Come on. We need to get you out of here. Maybe that will help you shake off whatever is messing with your mind."
"Leave here?" Brian's eyes widened, and he looked panicky. "Away from the horses? I gotta keep the stalls clean!"
Christine shook her head. "No, Brian. Fight it! You are not even from this world! Remember? We are all here playing a game of Dungeons and Dragons for real! You can't stay here. You might end up stuck instead of going back home."
Mike held out his hand. "Come on, buddy. You can ride on my back. I'm more horse than not. And you can take care of me, OK?"
That solution worked, for Brian's face brightened. "OK! I can take care of you real good!" He took Mike's offered hand and let himself be pulled up on the centaur's broad back.
Christine did a quick check of the other stall. "All of Brian's stuff is gone. We can get him cleaned up and outfitted later. Come on!"
The group exited the stable and headed back into the main part of town. Brian looked back at the stable with longing, but then busied himself finger-grooming the mane that ran down Mike's back.