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Valon vacillated for a while, weighing up his next moves. His body was tingling from both intense arousal and excess magical power channelled into him through transforming Oulders into his familiar. He was going to have to deal with both soon; a side-effect he didn't expect was that he seemed to be getting even more turned on, and he wasn't entirely sure handling it on his own would suffice.

His eyes checked out Oulders, who was wheezing and grunting beside him, his massive balls continuing to empty into the trough. Valon was disappointed to see the rather attractive minotaur body Oulders possessed for a while close to his climax was quickly changing further. Every expelled droplet of seed drained more of Oulders's physical humanity away, leaving the scales of his human and animal forms heavily weighted in favour of the bull. Steamy jets poured from his bovine nostrils. His body rapidly filled out, packing on the pounds needed to turn him into a healthy bull. Hefty horns curled into points on his expanding head. Folds of hairy skin appeared on his neck, as it broadened to support the extra mass of his skull. Muscles thickened and twisted, turning his broad shoulders into thick slabs of beef, the powerful blacksmith-trained arms becoming more slender as they turned further into forelegs. His hands had disappeared into the grass, but his legs had lengthened and distrorted; Oulders was supporting himself on all fours now, although he was still fairly lopsided as his limbs tried to even out. His torso barrelled out, making his wobbling sheath prominent as it hung from his belly. His long tasselled tail flicked about, getting accustomed to having one.

Forcing himself to ignore his needs for a few moments longer, Valon got to his feet. Walking up to Oulders's head, he ran his fingers through the remnants of his human hair; they became loose and sloughed off as he brushed and stroked Oulders's head. Even unfinished, Oulders had the makings of an exceptional animal. "We'll need to keep you out of sight from farmers," he remarked, giving Oulders's large dark eye a cheeky grin as it turned towards him. "You've come out very well. They'll want to buy you, or at least want me to loan you out for stud." Noticing the panic growing, Valon stopped the high-pitched whine with a shoulder pat and a laugh. "Don't worry, big guy, I wouldn't dream of subjecting you to that. Who knows if you could even impregnate a cow, and I'm not about to waste that potent seed of yours on siring cattle."

After Oulders had calmed down, Valon described the situation with seriousness. "It seems you can still understand language, which is a plus, and you can at least stand. Admittedly, it's a couple of legs more than you're used to, but it's all on your own. Let's try out you walking and talking. Start with the latter, see if you can tell me what you think of being a bull."

Oulders tried to speak for a while, but it proved futile: he was baffled at first, then angry - which seemed to make things worse - until finally bellowing and giving Valon a mournful look.

"Don't worry about not talking," Valon said encouragingly. "Your mouth and neck have changed a great deal, so I didn't think it likely you'd be able to. You might be able to later, with practice, but that might put a lot of strain on you that we don't need. There's ways around it though, but I'll need to do some more research into them: telepathy seems like it might help, especially with fooling others into thinking you can talk. Until then, I'll work out a system that'll let you talk to me; I'm very keen to hear what you thought about your transformation while it's fresh in your mind. The absolute worst case is nothing works this time, and you just gain your voice once you've reverted into enough of a human."

Valon crouched down, examining Oulders's underside. Oulders appeared to be mostly done; his pink bull cock was beginning to retreat. Beckoning and concentrating, he got the trough to float out from under Oulders, careful not to spill a drop. "Alright, let's try walking."

Walking proved to be more of a success; still a bit wobbly, Oulders quickly gained his confidence. Delight shone out of his face, and he started to run across the lands outside of the tower. Valon eventually had to call him back; he was panting again, but stood proudly.

"You seem to have that down pat," Valon observed. "Do you think you're confident enough to be left on your own? I need to go take care of a few things: storing your seed, sorting out the situation with your boss and your family, and put some of this magic to use before it goes to waste. Nod your head up and down if you think you'll be okay on your own for a couple of hours."

Oulders paused for a moment, then slowly nodded his head.

"Good! Now, I'd suggest you just hang around the tower, just resting and eating. Luckily, I've got a very large, overgrown plot for you to graze on." Seeing Oulders's nostril flare as he readied to voice his annoyance, Valon quickly admonished him. "Bulls need to eat a lot, and the grass should be safer than letting you graze on plants that'll probably seem different to you than how you've seen them as a man. Also, the more energy you take in, the faster you'll revert, and until I've sorted out the necessary spells to make you seem human, you'll need to act like a bull when someone comes over. Plus, as my assistant, one of the chores I need you to do is clean up, so I can plant some useful ingredients for spells, and at least now you're built for doing it." Valon smiled. "I'm sure it's very disorienting, but with how well you can walk, you probably have enough animal instinct to be able to eat and drink successfully."

Giving Oulders a final gentle pet, Valon added. "I'll probably be gone for at least a couple of hours, and judging by the time it might start getting dark. I'll leave a fire burning for you, and just come inside if it gets dark or starts to rain. I'll arrange something more practical tomorrow, depending on how quickly it takes you to revert back. Is that okay with you?"

Oulders snorted calmly, nodded and nuzzled Valon's hand. "Don't worry," Valon assured, "You're very formidable looking, especially with those horns. If I leave the fire burning someone will think I'm inside, and this is clearly a wizard's tower; nobody is going to be stupid enough to try to come after you, and the place will smell too much of humans for any wild animals to come by. Try to think back, and remember all the feelings and experiences you had during your transformation, I will definitely want to go over the whole process with you later on."

Valon waited a few moments, watching until Oulders began to graze, then retreated to the tower. The trough and chair followed behind him, the latter stacked with their clothing and his pack. Allowed to keep his own council, he started thinking of how he could tweak the transformation; it would be well worth the cost of magic to him if he could have a more minotaur Oulders as a willing servant.

Upon entering the tower, Valon snapped the whirlwind out of existence, and scanned the room to see how much of the mess was left. All of the dust and small pieces of debris were gone, leaving only the stench of rats and death, and the larger pieces of time-destroyed furniture. With plenty of magic to waste, Valon set to work zapping things more to his liking. Broken furniture slammed into the hearth, a snap of his fingers setting it alight; more wood piled around, a timing spell scheduled to feed the fire until the morning. Pulling the table through the portal, he balanced the trough on it, shifting the pieces around until the entire configuration was stable. Magically heating pieces of metal, he sealed the trough so the remaining rats couldn't get into it. Finally, he parked Oulders's chair over by the portal, striding over to clean and dry his clothes.

Valon was going to go out on the town, even if the town was incredibly small.

Dressing with an erection was uncomfortable, and his stubborn cock refused to go down, leaving an obviously noticeable bulge in his pants. Taking stock of his remaining coin, he figured he had enough to rent a room for the night, even if he didn't intend to sleep in it the whole time. He glanced at the chair. "Oulders's family can wait," he decided; he didn't exactly want to turn up to the blacksmith with talk of a missing son and a clear erection. He needed to have a clever plan worked out on how to help sell copies of his chair in the city. It would mean leaving his connection to the college open longer than he liked, but it was a small price to pay if it kept Oulders happy: the amount of magic he could get out of the young man would make the risk worthwhile.

"Right," Valon muttered, staring down at his bulge, "let's go deal with you. Let's hope the mayor's still at his cups, and hopefully those guards will be off duty." Tying his coinpurse to his belt, he headed through the portal, tapping it closed after shaking off the lingering tingle. Locking the door, he pocketed the key, and crossed the muddy road as late afternoon turned the sky golden and the shadows pulling out, ready to snatch the world in darkness once the sun had gone.

The Two-Headed Pig was much like every other inn Valon had entered on his way in. Spilled beer and the hint of stale vomit hung in the air, masked by the smoke from the fireplace and the pleasing smell wafting in from the kitchen. Women, one middle-aged, the other three young, made the rounds cleaning or serving drinks and food to the assembled patrons. Valon's stomach rumbled, but eating would have to wait.

His eyes darted around the inn, which was mostly empty just now, but would get busier soon as men finished working in the fields or shops, and came here to relax a little before returning home for a meal - if they didn't eat here, of course - and then to bed. Seeing the guards he'd met earlier sitting around the table, he gave them a friendly nod and small wave as he headed up to the bar.

As he walked, he made a slight motion over his left nipple that everyone here would take as a slight itch. Valon wasn't allowed to earn a great deal about telepathy - its teachings were reserved for wizards stationed on the border and in other militarily-important locations - but knew a tiny amount through osmosis. It was a spell he found very useful, for it let him detect which men would be most receptive to his advances, should he make them: it would involve doing the rounds, of course, but that wasn't something he thought would be difficult.

At the bar, he waited for the innkeeper to return from the kitchens. The man was short and stout, with a growing waistline that battled against the thick muscles that he probably got from carting around barrels of ale on his own. His bald head shone under the light from an iron candelabrum suspended up near the roof. "Hello, sir!" Valon greeted. "I'm Valon, the new hedge wizard." He offered out his hand. The innkeeper seemed delighted to hear the last part, and after throwing his cleaning rag over his shoulder before crushing Valon's hand. "Yhrbold's the name, and glad to meet ya," he said, grinning and showing his crooked teeth. He leaned over the bar, whispering, "I was wondering, well, me wife, she's a fine enough women, but she tends to pop out daughters, and I'd like a son. I was wondering..."

Not wanting to get roped into any official duties just now, Valon interrupted, "I'll be happy to hear about it tomorrow; right now I could do with a drink, and if you have one, a free room for the night." Yhrbold straightened, his manner cooling until Valon slammed a gold coin down on the table, followed by another. "I hope one's enough to cover the room and board," he added, hiding his pleasure as he noticed Yhrbold's move shift again, from annoyance to excitement. "I'd also like to buy another round for my new friends over at that table, if they're having another one. You can keep the rest, at least until I've earned it back from you."

Yhrbold grinned, giving Valon a hearty slap on the shoulder. "I like ya a lot, wizard! If you can fix my problem, well..." Snapping at one of his daughters, he shouted at her, "Ingrid! Go up and ready our best room for this gentleman!"

Ingrid, a plain but rather buxom young woman, with long plaited golden hair, nodded, "Yes, pa!" Dropping the wooden tray of empty mugs on the bar, she hoisted up her skirt and ran to the stairs. Valon felt a slight tingle in the back of his neck, and tried his best not to laugh as he realised what Yhrbold was up to sending that particular daughter upstairs.

"Just one more request," Valon said. "Could you point out the mayor to me? I was supposed to meet him."

Yhrbold hiked a finger over at the staircase. "Should have gotten here a half-hour earlier. Had to carry him up there by myself, leaving me wife and girls alone with this lot. Not that there'd be any mischief on that part. Ingrid especially is a good girl, and..."

Avoiding ending up with an angry non-father-in-law, Valon smiled, taking his mug. "Well, give me a night, and I'll get right on to making sure they've got a strong son and brother to protect them." He pulled out another gold coin: far too much for this in, and probably just risking even more attention from any of Yhrbold's unattached daughters, but gold would certainly soothe any balms, and if this was the only inn, Valon wanted to be able to come here freely when he wanted. He took a sip, enjoying the warm, slightly-fruity ale; it wasn't great, but it was plentiful.

Stepping away from the bar before Yhrbold could chat to him again, Valon wandered up to the guards, leaning over. "Hello again, sirs!" He smiled. Their mugs lowered, receiving a mixture of scowls, indignant smirks and surprised dull stares. "I thought I'd pay my debt to you all for keeping me on the right track."

"Ah, it's the wizard again!" Old Soldier grunted, setting his cups down. "Heard what you said to Yhrbold. Thanks for the drink."

"Yes, thank you!" The Fat One added, scooting over in his seat towards a disapproving Pretty Boy to make room for Valon, who smiled and gladly took the seat. "My name's Heek, by the way!" Valon noticed that he seemed a lot more relaxed now that he was off patrol; he introduced Old Soldier as Olgate, Pretty Boy as Tal, and lastly The Big One as Mile. "That's because he's almost as tall as one! I've never met a wizard before today!"

"Well, you'll be seeing a lot more of one now," Valon said, raising his mug for a toast. Yhrbold himself brought over the next round, grinning at him as he served the soldiers a round of drinks. Valon felt his nipple stiffen, swinging around until he could determine the direction it was pulling him in.

Raising his mug, Valon grinned and toasted, "To new friends!"