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This is a mind control/transformation/fantasy story. It is rated 18+, and I would suggest you get out of here if you want to avoid getting in trouble if you are under eighteen or other legal age. Yes, you might be sneaky, but keep in mind, there's always someone better than you with computers, and you'll get caught eventually.

Anyway, with that out of the way, here we go. Please comment, and let me know what you liked/didn't like.

Changing Minds, Changing Bodies

The town of Harrock was celebrating.

They were not in the middle of a national holiday, nor were they breaking loose in the middle of a local celebration. It wasn't a successful defense against aggressors, nor was it a set of conquering soldiers enjoying their victory. Rather, the celebration was centered around a small group of adventurers that were passing through their town, and had stopped for the night. Such was the fame of the group that everything else had been dropped and a party had been thrown in their honor.

The five males were known throughout the Kingdom for their exploits. Already, just in the last fifteen years, these five had managed to avert the disasters of Orban's Obelisks, destroy four ogre mages, rout the rouge Druid Confederacy in the forests to the south, and even managed to keep a collection of mages from trying to merge this world with another one. For fifteen years, they had been the greatest idols of the world, and now, they had picked Harrock to spend the night in. It was understandable that people would be excited about the prospect.

All five of them rested in the common room of the Spotted Dog, enjoying the attention of the locals. Each one had a different specialty and a different fan base, and each member of the team was quite involved in making sure that no one went away ignored.

The leader of the group, a bear druid known simply by his initials of D.S., sat with a group of children and foresters. Sitting by the fireplace of the inn, he told the stories of his adventures of the children, and relayed the fun times he had among the forest females with the foresters. Not all things in the forest wanted to kill, after all, and druids knew where to find some very interesting types of fun.

The muscled fighter of the five, an easy going jaguar by the name of Handon, entertained several lovely young ladies. They swarmed around the fighter, begging him to let them feel his muscles, and tell them of the way the courts in far away cities worked. He went along with it, sometimes carrying the younger ladies around with them hanging from his biceps to prove his strength to them. Ever the gentleman despite his stature, Handon talked with them of the fashions of court, and of the various relationships between the nobles.

Aracor, a fox wizard, stayed at a small table near the corner of the inn, and looked up only when another student of the arcane approached him. Skilled in necromancy and other, darker magics, he didn't have the attention that the rest of the group gathered so easily, but he had the dark, brooding presence that inevitably drew some of the outcasts of society. At the small table, books were exchanged, spell scrolls were examined, and various magic were discussed, all to the bewilderment of people that passed by the table.

Monkish Vesan danced through slow demonstrations of his martial arts amid the teenagers of the city. Daring them to come close, to hit him, the lizard never failed to dodge a blow. Several of the teens that he worked with believed themselves fast enough to avoid his blows and his grabs, but really, he was working to keep the inn in one piece. The reptile moved among his admirers and challengers with a soft smile on his face, allowing the young ones to have their little fancies and beliefs. The monk was unbothered, as long as he knew the truth.

Perhaps the oddest of the group was the paladin, who caroused amidst the various men of the inn. A unicorn, most people that didn't know Urich thought that he would be among the priests of the city, preparing himself for another holy duty of his order. Instead, the equine enjoyed his time with the burly, drunken men and older boys of the city, laughing with them at any joke, and enjoying their touches on his body just as much as they enjoyed his along theirs. For him, it was just one more perk of being a hero, and a man that was worshipped by the populace.

Despite their camaraderie, the group trusted each other well enough to gradually drift away from the Spotted Dog. After all, even Aracor was getting invitations to the bedrooms of their fans, and even heroes could only resist so much. One by one, they left the common room to another inn, or another part of the city, or anywhere where they could have privacy.

Only Urich stayed where he was, and that was because the unicorn had his eye on a particular human boy in the town. The lad stayed near the kitchen of the inn, always moving in and out to bring the food to the serving girls and guys of the inn, and bringing the plates back to the kitchen afterwards. For a while now, the boy had been staring at him with a glare, and it bothered the paladin. Not the glare itself so much, but the fact that he didn't know why he was getting it.

It wasn't as if he was being rude, he was sure. None of the men around him had a frown on their face, and more than a few of the boys had the familiar giddy grin of a special kind of fun adorning their features. Their smell, their sheer musk surrounded the horned stallion, but it wasn't enough to overcome the annoyance he felt from being glared at.

"If you'll excuse me," Urich said in a deep, yet surprisingly sensitive voice as he pushed through the swarm around him. They let him through reluctantly, and he walked across the room to the boy.

He stood barely five and a half feet tall, coming just under the unicorn's chest in height. Brown curled back into a ponytail of sorts, the boy was dressed in a too-large leather tunic that covered him from head to thigh. Leather pants poked out underneath the tunic, and extended all the way down to the sandals the boy wore over his feet.

As Urich approached, he could see the boy's glare getting stronger and stronger, and wasn't altogether surprised by the way the lad's lips turned up into a sneer. The signs were familiar, considering he saw them in one class or another in almost every town due to his tendencies. D.S. and Handon were able to get away with the same stuff, but because he was a paladin, people judged differently.

"How long is it going to take those priests to get that preconception fixed up?" the unicorn muttered to himself, pausing at the bar halfway between the kitchen and the common room. A duck waddled up to him, holding a mug in hand and a cloth in the other. "Get me a good mug of beer, and please don't mention anything about thinking paladins shouldn't drink."

No argument was forthcoming from the duck, though that might have had more to do with the face Urich was making than anything that the bartender might have been feeling. When the foaming mug was placed in front of him, the unicorn tipped it back, swallowing down the entire mug without the slightest hesitation. Slamming it back down onto the sturdy wood hard enough to leave a little dent, he said, "Another..." As the duck rushed off to take care of that, the unicorn looked out of the corner of his eye, checking on the boy. He'd run back into the kitchen. At least, he wasn't where he'd been standing, and he wasn't glaring at him anymore.

Taking his second glass a little slower, Urich nodded at the bartender duck. "Hey, what was the problem with the boy?" he asked. "I haven't gotten a glare like that since I passed by a convent of nuns and made out with one of their farmers."

"Hehe, so there's truth to that rumor, huh?" the duck said. Shaking his head, he said, "That boy has a problem with just about every guest that comes into the inn. If they ain't human and straight, he burns them with that burning gaze of his. The innkeeper would probably have him gone by now, if the lad had anyone else that would take him."

"An anthro hater and a bigot, then?"

"You aren't one to mince words, are you?" the bartender said. He sighed. "Yeah, that's probably the best description of him, even if it is a little blunt."

"Bluntness works the best in getting the point across. It's honest, its clear. Prevents misunderstandings, and paladins don't really like misunderstandings," Urich said. He sipped at his beer, washing the taste of annoyance out of his mouth. "So, the boy's an orphan then? No parents that will take care of him?"

"No and yes." Chuckling at Urich's expression of confusion, the bartender explained, "He has parents, but he won't go with them. Something about the fact that his real dad is a human, and the male's his mother's with right now isn't."

He groaned, rubbing his hand against his face. Yes, that was a die-hard bigot in a pint-sized body indeed. To run away from a safe home in these times...that boy was messed up in way too many ways.

As Urich sipped at his beer, his imagination started nudging him. At first, he ignored it, considering it nothing more than a wild fantasy that his mind had come up with in some perverted place and set free by the alcohol in his system. However, as he emptied his third mug and didn't even feel a little bit of a buzz, he took a moment to consider the merits of the idea. It would solve the problem of this inn, after all, and without anyone really caring about the boy...well, nobody would object to the lad's disappearance.

"Tell me, when does the boy get off-duty?" Urich asked when the duck came back to take his empty mug.

Pausing to think for a moment, the bartender gave the unicorn a hesitant look. Shaking his head, Urich leaned forward. "Listen, I am not going to hurt the lad. I just want to have a talk with him, and I want to see if I can set him strai-...right," he explained. He had to hide a chuckle there. Setting the guy straight was really the last thing that he was going to do, but he was going to set things right.

When the duck still seemed unwilling to pass along the answer, Urich pulled out a coin purse. The leather pouch had a holy symbol on it, and it was kept quite full with the coinage that the church believed that he needed. For once, it might be of use to buy something for himself. "The boy is causing problems. You don't have anything to lose by letting me talk to him, and if you let me know what I want to know, it means five gold for you in addition to whatever those beers cost me."

However much the paladin knew how the world worked, it still annoyed him at how easily that worked with the bartender. For all the duck knew, he was some freak, and only the thought of going through with this plan kept him from breaking his paladin code of conduct by teaching the duck a lesson. The unicorn's ears perked up to catch the whispered information as the duck muttered, "The boy goes to his bedding in the stable loft in an hour. If you want to talk with him, or anything else, he will be alone up there, and most everyone else will be in bed or out of the inn on business. But you didn't hear that from me," the duck said.

Handing over the promised coins, and a sixth coin as an incentive to keep quiet, Urich walked out of the inn and went to the loft that the duck had mentioned.

The stable was quite empty, only the group's horses in the different pens, and they wouldn't cause any trouble if things got a little bit loud. They'd better not, anyway, considering his antics outside of the city with some of the things that they'd seen.

He paused at the side of his stallion. "You know, you could probably mount either stallion or mare, and nobody would look askance at you, would they?" he muttered to his contented mount. All he got for a response was a little whinny as the half asleep horse leaned against his hand. Shaking his head a few times but smiling anyway, Urich patted his horse one last time and turned to the ladder to the loft.

It was at the back of the stable, and anything up there would be completely out of sight to anyone in the inn unless they climbed the ladder. Mentally measuring the dimensions of the loft itself, Urich was happy to find that it was more than big enough for him and the boy. It would be a little tight, but that would make things easier rather than more difficult. Yes, in fact, it would make things utterly simple for what he had planned. Now, just to get up there and wait.

Hooves were not made for ladders, but with a little effort Urich managed to make his way up to the top. Yanking himself up and over the edge of the loft and out of the line of sight from ground level, the unicorn slowly started stripping himself. His armor was pushed over into a pile in the corner, out of the way. What weapons he had, and they were numerous, were in his saddlebags, out of reach of the boy if things turned south.

Leaning back on the blanket covered straw and looking up at the open hatch in the loft roof, Urich smiled. "Now, I just have to wait."

~~~

Jonathan groaned as he stepped out of the kitchen and into the stables. He rubbed against the small of his back, slowly kicking his sandals off before slumping down against the wooden wall. "Why can't they just go to hell?" he muttered under his breath.

It wasn't like any of the so-called 'heroes' had done anything that anybody else couldn't have. Yeah, so they'd broken the Obelisks of Orban and kept the world from being swept into oblivion? So what if they had gotten rid of ogre mages? Any human could have done that, and better than those filthy bags of fluff and spunk.

Just the thought of what those dirty creatures must do with each other around the campfire sickened him and nearly made his dinner come back up his throat. Especially that unicorn, that stupid looking faggot. He would just bet that horse was a 'pony' for everyone else in that group, sticking his ass up and letting it be fucked, and liking it too. Just another faggot.

The feed bucket for the horses spilled over from his kick, scattering oats and grains all over the stable floor. "Damn!" Jonathan muttered under his breath as he slammed his fist against one of the stall dividers. It hurt, but he didn't care. He was going to get it for spilling that much feed. Good oats could be hard to get from the farmers out here, when the main products were more vegetables than grains. And he couldn't just ask for another bucket, either, since that would be the same as admitting his guilt in the whole matter.

He looked at the horses, half asleep or completely asleep, depending on how tired they were. "Ah, they don't need it anyway. Bet those damn anthros are stuffing 'em enough in both ends that they don't even eat horse food anymore."

Passing around a few of the horses, Jonathan grumbled as he picked up some of the brushes that the handlers kept around for the mounts. His duties included giving any horse that needed it a bit of a brush down before going to bed, or he'd face a whipping in the morning. The thought of walking around with welts all over his backside for the morning was enough of an incentive to give the two stallions on the end of the line a good brush over, despite how much he wanted to have nothing to do with them. They were owned by anthros, after all.

Growling under his breath, the lad slapped the flanks of the horses with the brush, and dragged it through their fur with furious speed. He stopped when they whinnied and neighed in pain, but not for their comfort: rather, he just didn't want to be caught. He'd let them calm down again, and then go again, getting some small satisfaction out of their pain.

After all, why shouldn't everyone hurt the way that he did?

Throwing the brush across the room hard enough to make the air crack at the impact, Jonathan slumped down against the wall of the stables. He wrapped his arms around himself and pulled his legs up to his chest, shaking his head. All those anthros...they weren't supposed to be here. Only humans should be here. That's what his daddy'd said. Only humans. No animals. Only humans. No animals.

His daddy was right, too. Alexander had been one of the loudest people in Harrock about getting rid of the anthros, and Jonathan's mom had been his best helper. But then some adventurers, like the guys in town now, came through and killed Alexander. Those filthy beasts had murdered him, just for telling the truth about them.

Well, he'd make sure that every single anthro paid the price for that, Jonathan promised himself, just like he did every night. There was no way that he would let those dirty, disgusting animals...those damn faggots...screw up the world like they did with his life. Everything Alexander did, he'd do, and he wouldn't give up until the whole world got together and killed every one of the beasts. Even the heroes here in the inn would eventually get what was coming to them, he'd make sure of it.

It took him a minute, but he slowly pulled himself to his feet. Stumbling for a few steps before getting his balance, Jonathan walked around the horses. They twitched and stepped away from him as he walked by, and for a brief, very brief second, he felt sorry for them. Almost, he stopped to apologize with a pet, or a stroke.

Almost. But then he remembered they belonged to those anthros. They deserved it.

The loft ladder beckoned to him, and with his chores done, he walked over to it. His steps were sluggish with exhaustion from the day, and when he reached the ladder, it felt like the weight of the world came down on him. For a second, he thought he was even hearing voices, muttering in odd words that he couldn't understand, but that faded after a moment. Dismissing it as a little flight of daydreaming, Jonathan made his way up the ladder, albeit more carefully than he usually moved.

As he climbed the ladder, he felt his exhaustion growing stronger and stronger. It kind of surprised him, too. He was never this tired, even after a day as long and stressful as this one. Maybe he just needed more sleep, or maybe it was seeing the anthros, particularly that gay unicorn. Just the thought of that one made him growl. More than that, it made him wake up a little bit, and he climbed faster for it.

Jonathan flopped down on the landing as he reached the top, scattering some of the straw and dust from the wooden boards to the ground below. He sighed softly, one arm laying over his chest as he took several deep breaths. "I can't wait until those guys leave," he muttered.

"Oh, come now. We're not that bad, are we?"

He almost leaped out of his skin, and would have fallen down to the ground below if a white furred, strong hand hadn't grabbed his shoulder. But he was pretty sure he would have preferred to fall if the alternative was being grabbed by him.

Snarling at the unicorn, he pulled himself to his feet. "Get the hell out of my bed!" he shouted, turning to glare at the unicorn now that he was standing up.

That was a bit of a mistake. Rather than a rational, clothed being waiting for him, the unicorn was sprawled out on the straw bed that he kept for himself. More than that, the equine was completely naked, his member completely as hard and erect as the horn on the unicorn's head. Patting it a few times, the unicorn smiled, not even phased by his glare. "Oh? This is your bed? I'd think this was a stable just for horses. You're even using the same bedding as the horses down there; straw, saddle blankets...you know, animal stuff."

For a brief second, he felt something. It was feather light, almost like a little finger stroking at his head. He whipped around, looking for anything that might have been responsible for it, but the human saw nothing. The only things around were the horses on the ground, himself, and this slut of a unicorn. Shaking his head, he turned around again to face the unicorn.

It was hard to come up with a response now that the unicorn was stroking his meat and forcing his pre out through the tip, but Jonathan managed to say, "Yeah...yeah, it's animal stuff. They can't afford anything but this...I take care of the animals here, and I get some stuff for myself from what's left over."

"You take care of the animals, huh?" the unicorn said with a chuckle. "Is that all you do for the innkeeper? Just take care of the animals?"

Each time the unicorn talked, Jonathan felt something in his head. That little touch kept repeating itself. Each time he felt it, it was a little bit harder to find something to say back, and the longer he spent trying to clear his mind before giving up.

Come to think of it, why was he even still talking to this guy?! He should be booting the faggot off of his bed right here and now. He worked here at the inn, this guy was just a guest, and a mangy one at that. He pointed down to the ground again, and yelled, "OUT!" At least, he tried to yell. It only came out as a whiny, pleading yelp of a sound.

Nevertheless, it seemed to surprise the unicorn, in that it got him to stop smiling and beating his meat. The equine slowly sat up, and due to his greater height, that almost put him on the level with his head. "Why are you so angry with me? Just because I laid down up here?"

"It's because you're a flaming faggot, and an anthro! Now get out of here and let me sleep! Please?!" He couldn't believe he'd just said that. He was talking to the anthro like he was some sort of equal, as if he were anything more than some animal. What was wrong with him?!

His words had no effect on the equine. The unicorn continued to just sit on his bed, cocking his head to the side when he answered. "You hate anthros and gay people, then? Why?"

Well, that was easy enough. Jonathan didn't even care about the feather touch to the back of his head this time, glaring at the unicorn as he said, "You guys are the inferiors! You shouldn't even be here, you're just here because of some freak accident from some mages a long time ago. Why the gods didn't get rid of you, I don't know, but you should all just die! And you gays, especially, should just kill yourselves. You don't deserve to live!" By the time he reached the end of his rant, he was spitting at the unicorn. Flecks of saliva dotted the equine's face, but the paladin didn't reach up to wipe them off. Good, the piece of filth knew that he deserved it, at least. "Now, get out of here!"

For a few moments, the unicorn remained frozen, just looking at him. It was..creepy, being under the stare of the naked unicorn. Eventually, the equine stood up. He loomed over him, and Jonathan wondered if perhaps he had stepped past the point of safety. This male could pound him into the ground without even trying.

"You know, despite how drunk I was a little while ago, I still wondered if what I was going to do with you was the best idea," the unicorn said. What he was going to do to him? What was that, Jonathan wondered. "But seeing how hate filled you are, I don't think that anyone would mind me changing you. Anything would be better than the venom spitting little rat you are now."

As Jonathan opened his mouth to protest that description, the unicorn lifted his hands. They glowed with some magical light, and suddenly, running seemed like a much better idea than any kind of confrontation. With a yelp of terror, he jumped.

It was a very short fall to the ground below, but the lad had enough to wonder why the unicorn smiled as he fell.

~~~

Urich shook his head at the crack that he heard when the boy hit the ground. "I guess that he wasn't quite as strong as I thought," he muttered as he lowered his hands. That crack had been loud enough to be clear that there were bones broken in the human. Most likely the legs, from the way that the human had jumped from the loft. Still pretty easy to heal, so long as the skull wasn't cracked. That was something beyond the healing capabilities that his god gave him.

His hooves took him down the ladder faster than they'd brought him up it, and he had a few near-falls himself because of it. He shook his head in remonstration for himself as he reached the ground. Kneeling down by the boy, he gently probed at the human's body, looking for any injuries beyond the bones he'd heard break.

"Well, he isn't too badly off." Urich was glad of that much. Still, there was a broken bone in both the calf and the thigh of one leg, and a broken bone in the calf of the other leg. He was a little surprised there was nothing broken in the foot, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying went. A truer saying than most, this night. Picking up the human, he walked into the inn again.

Almost immediately, he received several odd glances from the staff of the inn. After all, he was carrying an unconscious bigot in his arms, and even the most untrained would be able to see that the human's legs were bent at a most unnatural angle. In particular, the innkeeper and the bartender were looking at him questioningly.

He shook his head. "The boy fell from the loft, and I'm going to take care of him. Don't worry, he'll be better by morning," Urich explained. Without any further words, he walked past them and towards the stairs of the inn. His room would be less ideal than the loft, but...well, that was what locks were for.

It was late enough that people would be in bed, but not so late that the partiers would come back in less than an hour. And really, an hour was all that he needed.

Holding the lad against his chest with one hand, the unicorn pulled out his room key. A quick turn and shove later, and he was in the room. Tossing the boy with a grunt to the mattress, he turned and quickly locked the door again. There could not be any interruption of the plan now. He was treading on thin ice as it was with his deity, and if anyone really showed concern for the human, then his patron might very well revoke his permission. Revoking power from a spell, particularly while in the middle of a spell, could be very...painful.

The human had grunted when he'd landed on the bed. Not loudly, but enough to catch Urich's attention. Looking back, he saw that the human wasn't awake, but he had landed on his broken leg. It was bent back under him, and if he'd been awake, the pain probably would have put him back into unconsciousness again. Despite the way that the human acted, Urich did have some compassion to him, and walked over to the bed. He carefully straightened out the leg, making sure that his touch induced the minimum pain possible until both legs were straightened out again.

Urich double checked his work. He felt at the broken bones in the legs, and made sure that there were no others that might need healing. There were none, which made him sigh softly in relief. "Good. I'll actually have energy to enjoy myself with this after all." He smiled to himself. This was the good part.

Extending his hands over the human's body, the paladin let his power flow down his arms. His hands glowed with the deific power that was granted to him by his patron as he let the healing aura of the magic slip into the boy. Intermittent flickers of light from within the human's body let the equine see the healing occur inside him, let him see the bones knitting back together from the power. The pain and discomfort would still be there, albeit at a much reduced level, but the human would be able to walk again in the morning.

He shifted his hands around a little bit, moving up and down the legs to make sure to coat the bones properly. Some of the ones that weren't broken were still weakened, and needed the magic healing to get back to full strength. As it was, if he left them alone, they would break after just a few steps, some of them.

It took him almost twenty minutes to be sure that all the little mini fractures and weakened points of the bones were restored to full strength, and the healing took its toll on the unicorn. Magic of the gods it might have been, but Urich still had to concentrate and focus in order to use it. The level of focus drained him, and he slumped forward against the side of the bed when he called the spell to an end.

Panting and shaking his head to clear it from the foggy feelings that always followed longer spells, Urich forced himself to his feet. He wobbled back and forth, having to catch himself with a hand to the wall, but he had succeeded in healing the human. There was not one broken bone in his body, not one fault to him, physically. Now, there was only the mental part to work on, and that was going to be...difficult. Difficult, but fun, he thought with a smile.

"Let's get to business," Urich said to the unconscious human. With quick movements, he slowly pulled the boy's pants down, followed by the small loincloth that protected those little bits that society decreed must be hidden. Even though his order was supportive of that, it still wasn't something that the paladin understood.

The boy's member and balls only earned a cursory glance from the unicorn before he moved on to stripping off his shirt and leaving him naked. There wasn't all that much to the human, sexually, but that was to be expected. He wasn't done growing, after all, but that would be fixed before too long. He'd make sure of that, if it was the last thing he did tonight, and even if it meant that he got no other pleasure than this.

But first, he needed to set the mood. Folding his thick fingers over each other, the paladin knelt on the floor and whispered his prayers. "If ever there was a time to not hold back on your powers, My Lord, this is it," he whispered before delving into the language of prayer. As he whispered and chanted, the room filled with intangible strings of energy and influence.

At first, they just floated free, fluttering here and there like moths on a breeze. As the prayer continued, however, they slowly began to coalesce, forming a pattern between him and the human. One end touched to the human's forehead, while the other touched to his. Other strands touched themselves to the genitals, one to his and one to the boy's. Gradually, string by string, they were connected to one another. With this, Urich hoped that he would be able to bring the human to a better viewpoint.

His.

~~~

His mind was fuzzy as he opened his eyes. Memories flashed in front of his eyes, discarded as soon as they were recognized. He remembered falling from the loft, but that couldn't be right. He would be in the stables now or in the common room if that had happened, not here in a comfortable...soft...silky...For a moment, he wondered why he would be anywhere that might be described thus, but something shunted those thoughts away, pulling his attention elsewhere, to other facts.

Such as the not so minor point that he was completely nude. As he realized that nothing covered him from sight, Jonathan lurched upwards, eyes zipping open as his hands reached down to cover his groin.

Something grabbed his wrist halfway to its destination. Looking up in surprise, Jonathan found himself staring into the bright eyes of the unicorn again. He gasped in surprise and hate, and struggled to pull his arm away. It was futile, of course, considering the stallion's greater strength, but it didn't stop him from trying.

"You broke several bones, tender," the unicorn said with a shake of his head. "I'd think you'd be a little more grateful that I healed them for you."

"You...healed me?!" That filthy beast touched him, stripped him, and had dared use some form of magic on him?! The human growled, yanking at his hand again. He wouldn't have managed to get it free, except for the fact that the unicorn released him. "Who the hell gave you permission to do that?"

"Nobody. But we're both men. Men have to look out for each other." Something in that explanation made Jonathan's head ring, but he dismissed it as something from falling out of the loft. After all, something like the unicorn couldn't possibly be good enough to heal everything that had been broken.

In the silence, he watched as the unicorn sat down in a nearby chair. Belatedly, the equine's continued nakedness registered to his mind, but something made him look past it. They were both men, as the unicorn had said. Neither of them had anything that the other hadn't seen before. His eyes looked over the large balls and pulsing shaft of the 'paladin' - he still couldn't think of the title without something of a sneer; no faggot could be a paladin - in a way that was almost appreciative.

Shock splashed over him as he realized what he was doing, and he shook his head hard. He wasn't a faggot; why was he looking at the unicorn's cock and balls like he wanted to touch them? He didn't...did he? They did look interesting. The balls were almost the size of his fist, while the cock...well, it didn't quite look like the cocks some of the stallions in the stables looked like. He recalled with a bit of a blush that he'd looked at them before, when there were mares around to make them react, and had memorized how they looked.

The unicorn's member didn't look like that at all. Rather than being thick with a flared, flat head, it was more gnarled looking. Bent and a little wrinkled like an old branch, it extended about nine inches out from the unicorn's sheath. Hard, it leaked much pre-cum, drizzling down the shaft and running over the balls.

He felt tempted to slap himself to keep from looking at the darn thing, but he didn't. It would make him look foolish to act like that in front of the unicorn, bastard gay and anthro that he was.

"Do you like what you see?"

The words snapped him out of his trance, and he whipped his gaze from the crotch to the face of his healer. "What the hell are you talking about," he muttered, shaking his head. Even as he said it, he knew that it was a pitiful comeback, that the unicorn couldn't have missed what he was looking at.

"I don't mind you looking, you know." The unicorn edged his chair closer to him, shrugging his shoulders before sitting down. Now the genitalia of the equine was barely a foot away from his face, if that much. Musky odors drifted from it to his nose, and for a brief moment, Jonathan felt himself salivating for a small taste of the drops slipping from the tip of the equine's penis.

This time, he did slap himself. "What's wrong with me?" he muttered under his breath.

"Why do you think there's something wrong with you?" the equine asked, reaching out and laying a hand on the human's thigh. His mind screamed for him to pull away from the horse's touch, but Jonathan stayed still. This wasn't a good idea, he was sure. His entire being screamed for him to pull away, to slap the paladin, to do something to get rid of his touch, but his body said that the touch felt...nice. Right. Better than anything he'd felt from anyone else, that was for sure.

He shook his head, but submitted to the feeling for now. "Because guys shouldn't want other guys touching them. It's not-OH!" Jonathan gasped as the unicorn's fingers reached up a little further, moving up his thigh and touching his flaccid member. The soft touch of the fingers sent a spark through his crotch, and he felt his member stir softly. It didn't harden, like it did when he looked at some girls, but it did...react.

Shaking his head, trying to ignore the growing feelings as the unicorn's other fingers slipped up and slowly wrapped around his shaft, Jonathan squirmed in the bed. "What are you...doing? That's not-"

A finger to his lips silenced him. The unicorn completely encompassed Jonathan's cock in his fist, and slowly stroked, rubbing up, down, up, down. His movements were slow, gentle, as were his words. "Do you really think this isn't right? I mean, it's not even gay, is it?" the unicorn said. Up, down, up, down went the hand, slowly drawing him into a harder, more excited state. "I'm just touching you. I'm not sticking anything in you, I'm not making you do anything. I'm just touching you. I'm just being friendly. Like two guys like to do with each other."

That still didn't sound right, but that furred hand felt so good around his erect cock that he couldn't help but go along with it. Trembling, he arched his back and pressed himself more fully against the unicorn's hand. He found that the more he pressed against the stroking, the faster unicorn rubbed him, and the better he felt.

As he was really getting into it, he felt the unicorn grab onto his hand and press it against the 'paladin's' leaking shaft. Again, he felt his disgust surge upwards and nearly submitted to the urge to just pull his hand away. That wasn't right, no matter what the unicorn said. But as he was about to pull back, he felt the unicorn's second hand slip down and cup his balls, fondling them in time to the stroking of his cock. Lost in the pleasure of the moment, he went along with it.

Almost as soon as his fingers wrapped around the large shaft, Jonathan felt his hand become soaked in the stallion's pre. It was a little gross, but it made his amateurish stroking faster, smoother, and he figured it would get the male off quicker, faster. He could feel that he was getting pretty close himself, and he didn't want this to stop.

Arching his back so much that he almost fell off the bed, Jonathan felt his climax rush over him. His member twitched a few times before spilling a few small drops of cum onto the unicorn's hand. It was a pathetic little orgasm, little more than a dry cum, but it felt better than anything else he'd felt in his life.

Despite his orgasm, the unicorn didn't leave him alone. Those fingers kept him hard and leaking pre, while the unicorn's hips pressed forward, shoving that slick pink cock into his hands, forcing him to keep rubbing it, forcing him to keep touching and playing with it. Despite knowing he was willingly jerking off another guy, it...didn't bother him the way that it used to. It wasn't like he'd ask to have it in his butt, or put it in his mouth, but this wasn't something wrong. All he was doing was hanging out with another guy and having fun with him.

His fingers flew up and down the slick shaft. Coated in the equine's pre, they barely caused any friction for the other male, and forced the unicorn to hump against his strokes. Unperturbed, the human moved his hands faster, trying and mostly succeeding at meeting the thrusts of the unicorn. Loud neighs and whinnies told him that he was doing a good job, and he sped up even more, his hands moving in a blur as he jerked off the paladin.

Eventually, the equine could stand no more, and came. His fingers squeezed down on the human's cock as he climaxed, his pink shaft pulsing before shooting cum all over Jonathan's hands. He stroked faster, harder, firmer, feeling a need, a crazing for more of that stuff. He wanted his hands to be coated in the unicorn's spunk, wanted them to be completely and totally soaked in it.

It was only when the unicorn's member had finally stopped shooting that he realized just what he was doing. He stopped in mid-rub, his hands halting in the act of rubbing the horse cum into his skin. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked up at the half-hard cock, then back at his hands.

What the hell? Stroking each other's cocks might not have been that gay, but doing with the cum should be. Not just should be, but was! Shaking his hands frantically in a desperate attempt to get some of it off, he sat up on the bed, intending to give the unicorn a tongue lashing like never before.

But he was stopped. Not by force, not by a weapon, or even by some sort of magic. No, he was stopped by something that he didn't think would ever make him pause, let alone freeze in his tracks.

He was stopped by the simple smile that the paladin flashed him. Frozen and staring at the hero, Jonathan asked, "What...why did you do that?"

"Well, it was something that felt good, wasn't it?" The paladin shrugged his shoulders. "I told you, it's just something that guys do with each other sometimes. We mess around with each other, and help each other out. Even humans and anthros do it. It's totally normal."

It wasn't-...

Jonathan arched an eyebrow. There had been something more to that thought, some finish or other to it, but for the life of him he couldn't recall what it might have been. Something about anthros and humans doing things together? Well, it couldn't have been that important, he thought to himself. Shaking his head, he finished rubbing the equine spunk into his hands.

About to slip from the bed, he paused in mid motion, something along his arms catching his attention. He lifted his arms, looking closely at them. The body hair that had recently started thickening was different. It didn't match the color of the hair on his head, and as he stroked his arm, he realized that it felt softer too. He compared it to the fur that covered the equine by holding his arm up near the unicorn's side. The hair on his arm and the fur that covered the horse were the exact same shade.

Almost, it was enough to freak him out and start questioning things. Almost, it was enough to make him shout out from encountering something so strange.

But it wasn't quite enough. In the background of Jonathan's mind, things were changing. The strings of magic that connected the paladin and him were slowly working their magic, shifting around his core nature to something that he wouldn't have recognized before.

"Hey, why don't you sit down...Heh, I don't know your name, beast," he said with a little laugh. His voice wasn't as rude as it had been before, and the term of beast was more affectionate, like a rider to his horse, rather than a torturous master to a hated slave. "Could you tell me? I'd like to know the name of the guy that I'm doing this with. Seems like I should."

"Heh, I guess you're right," the paladin said. He held out his hand, and Jonathan extended his in return. "I'm Urich," he said, shaking firmly.

As Jonathan pulled his hand back, he saw that his fingers were thicker, larger. In fact, they looked closer in appearance to the fingers of the unicorn than human hands. Again, though, it failed to pull him out of the happy place that he found himself in. "Well, thanks for the fun, and for healing me, Urich, but I should probably get back to my duties. The innkeeper expects me to do some more stuff, I bet."

"You can't leave yet!" the unicorn said. Jonathan shrugged, starting to get off of the bed, but the paladin's broad hand stopped him, holding him against the bed. "Hey, come on, just wait for a minute or two, okay?"

Well, he had a little bit of time. Considering that he was about to go to bed earlier and only hadn't because of the equine's interruption - was there an interruption? He wasn't sure anymore - he only had free time between now and dawn. Leaning back on the bed a bit, he crossed his arms and looked up at the unicorn, curious about what else he had to say. Or do.

"Good," Urich said. He sat down in his seat again, one hand idly rubbing along his softening member. It didn't take long for it to start rising again, and Jonathan found himself riveted to it as the unicorn kept talking. "You see, guys do this sort of stuff all the time. Doesn't make us fags, unless you think that you're one now. Do you think you're a fag now?" Jonathan shook his head. "I didn't think so. But there's other stuff that real men do with each other, and if you're a real man, I think you should start doing it too. But I think you'll need a partner."

"A partner?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, a partner. I mean, you couldn't jerk someone else off without a partner, so how could you do any of the other things without a partner?" Urich laughed, shaking his head a few times. By now, his cock was fully erect, and it was throbbing rather hard under the human's gaze. "You see, men have to be away from home a lot, and can't have time with women very often. So, we just have some fun with other guys. No love like with our women, but we have our fun."

Something in that sounded strange to the lad, but he let it go by. Hell, as long as he could watch the animal play with himself, he'd probably listen to him talk about how humans were inferior. Like that would ever be possible, he thought to himself. Yeah, men could have fun with each other, but there was no question which species was the superior.

"And anthro men can enjoy each other a lot better than any human pair could," Urich continued, jerking Jonathan out of his thoughts and pulling his gaze away from the horse cock.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" he said, a little of the former anger creeping into his voice. "What can you animals do for each other that a human can't do better?"

The unicorn didn't even bother to answer with words. Instead, he stood up, pointed to his larger and more different cock, his larger balls, and his rather long mouth. Jonathan might have been a little young, but he knew what the equine was getting at, and blushed a bit. "Sorry."

Urich shrugged. "Not your fault. You probably never thought about it. Bet you've never experienced a good blowjob from an anthro either." Looking at him, the paladin smirked. "I'm right, aren't I?"

Blushing as bright as the sun, his cheeks answered Urich's question without even needing words to qualify it. The paladin laughed a little bit, and kneeled down on the floor beside the bed. "Well, I'll have to fix that, won't I? I mean, where better to start practice than with how to experience a good blowjob?" Opening his mouth, the stallion descended on his cock before he could have made any sort of protest. As if he'd want to.

A long tongue and a cavernous mouth combined to set him to moaning right away. His balls throbbed, and though he couldn't see them, he was sure that they felt larger, bigger, hanging further down between his legs than they had before. But it was his cock that overwhelmed his senses, and made him reconsider his thoughts of human superiority in bed.

It lashed across his member, the horse's tongue; it pressed under his cock, lashed over the head, and caressed the sides of his shaft. It was so...so strange, so good, and he knew that there would never be another that would equal this pleasure after feeling it here.

As he moaned, he wrapped his hands around the paladin's head, pulling him down on his cock. Even though it was swallowed up to the root, it didn't press more than halfway to the equine's throat. But...

But each time that Urich leaned down, each time that he bobbed down on his cock, Jonathan felt like he was pressing further into his teacher's throat. Moaning at the feeling, he closed his eyes tight, trying to focus exclusively on the feeling. Pre and saliva coated his cock, and it felt so slick, so hot inside of Urich's mouth.

So he ignored the odd feelings, and focused on the good ones, humping upwards faster and faster as the moments passed. The little pieces of his mind that told him that this was wrong, that this was an abomination to all that he believed, were silenced by one simple fact: this felt better than anything that he had felt in his life. Nothing that felt this good could possibly be wrong, no matter what.

He looked down at the unicorn as the paladin's horn rubbed against his chest. After adjusting himself a little bit to make sure that he didn't spear himself on the sharp tip, he looked down to see another surprise. The strange feelings of his cock growing, filling the horse's mouth better...they weren't just his imagination.

It took a moment or two to register to his eyes, but he could see his cock growing. Originally, it hadn't pushed far from his crotch, but already he could see that it was at least three inches longer, and still growing. Swiftly approaching the length of the unicorn's shaft, for that matter, he noted with a bit of a blush. His balls were changing too, darkening, growing a little more leathery. They hung lower, and felt swollen with sex juices. Just the feeling of that weight between his legs made him moan loud.

Inexperienced as he was, it didn't take him long to shoot into Urich's mouth, despite having cum only a few minutes ago. With a few little pants and moans, he shot his load into the unicorn's mouth. His dick felt like it was spasming hard, and he fell back, panting, as the last squirt left him.

Jonathan looked down at himself, and couldn't help shaking his head in shock. His crotch was a carbon copy of the paladin's. Measurement, color, and shape were identical. If a mirror was held up to them, he doubted that there would be a single difference to be noticed. As good as it looked, though, it looked completely out of place with human skin and boy size at the belly and his legs.

He looked up at Urich, seeing that the stallion was quite hard again. For a moment, he wanted to sneer, but then the urge went away. Why would he want to do that to this nice guy, particularly after he made him feel so good? He believed that he needed to do something, but what?

"You know, when men do this," Urich said as he moved closer, "usually the one that got sucked off does something better for the guy that did the sucking."

That sounded right, Jonathan thought. But what could he do that was better? He looked up with confusion in his eyes, his hand absently reaching down to the unicorn's cock and getting a grip on it. "What can I do for you?" he asked, his hand slowly moving up and down the horse cock.

He smiled a little as the horse moaned, glad that he was doing that much right. It was good to make this unicorn feel good, his thoughts told him, and his body agreed, his member refusing to soften.

So it made him feel kind of bad when his hand was pulled away. Shaking his head sadly, Jonathan brought his hand to his mouth and licked off what pre there was. He didn't even think about what he was doing, just enjoying the taste of what he had.

Urich shivered when he did that, and shook his head. "God, you're learning fast," the paladin muttered. "I can show you what you can do, but you have to trust me, okay? This isn't gay. It's just what guys do when they can't have a woman, and when they want to enjoy themselves, okay?" Jonathan nodded, and the unicorn nodded with him. "Stand up and lean against the bed with your legs spread a bit, okay?"

Nodding, he did just that. His body was awkward, slipping a bit due to the mixed proportions at his hands and hips, the fur growing in around his hips and butt. It felt warm and soft to him, but Urich's hand rubbing his rear felt even better. Those broad hands touched him just right, in the perfect places as they kneaded and rubbed along his buttcheeks. The soft hands spread his cheeks, and he felt hot breath play over his little pink pucker, followed by a warm, wet touch that made him moan louder than ever.

Swifter than lightning, one of those broad hands covered his mouth, stifling the pleasured exhalation. "Quiet now, little guy," Urich's calm voice muttered to him. "No need to have people come and watch us, hmm?"

Even though the thought was enough to make his new prick squirt pre against the bed, Jonathan reluctantly nodded. He would keep quiet, and do what this horse wanted. It was the right thing to do, even though he knew that he would never have submitted to this before. Why, he didn't know. Had he been that much of a jerk before that he would deny another male their pleasure? He didn't know anymore.

But he stayed quiet as the unicorn bent down again. He even thrusted his butt back against the blunt muzzle of the equine, begging for the feeling of that tongue against his hole again. It had felt sooooo good, and he didn't want to wait any longer to feel it again.

Urich obliged him, and it was all that Jonathan could do to hold into the moans that begged to burst forth. Slick and warm, the unicorn's tongue played over his hole quickly and efficiently. The warm saliva left behind made him feel so slick and sexy, something he'd never felt before and something he hoped to feel forever now. He pushed back even more against the tongue lathering, and suddenly felt the tongue enter his hole. His eyes gaped wide at the feeling, and he gasped at how it felt to have that lashing, warm thing inside him. "Oh, Urich," he whispered in utter bliss.

His words seemed to excite the unicorn, because the tongue in his hole only moved faster after he spoke. He felt it touch against his insides, licking and opening him up wider and wider with each movement. Now and then, it lapped against something that made him clench down and his cock leap, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold back his moans when it touched him that way.

All too soon, the tongue was pulled out of his hole, and he was left feeling empty. Jonathan turned around, looking at the unicorn questioningly.

Rather than answering him in words, the unicorn pressed the tip of his hard cock against Jonathan's hole. "Just relax...I opened you up a bit, and got you pretty slick, but if you start freaking out, this is going to hurt more than it has to," he said.

He couldn't imagine freaking out about this now, really. After all, he had been sucked off, and now he was just doing the right thing by repaying the favor the way that real men did. That was what Urich had told him, after all, and the paladin wouldn't lie to him. He was too nice - too sexy - to do something like that. He nodded, and leaned over the bed again, spreading his legs a little more and doing his best to relax his hole as best he could.

No sooner did he get comfortable than he felt the cock tip pressing against his hole. It didn't take much before he opened to receive the paladin's pride, and he moaned at the feeling. There was pain, yes, and a surprising amount of it, but he barely felt it compared to how it felt to be filled again. Oddly shaped though it was, the unicorn's cock pressed deeper in him than his tongue had, and it seemed perfectly fitted to press that little spot in him that made him burn with pleasure.

Either there was something different about him, or the licking and tongue work had done enough to open him up to allow Urich to slip inside in just two thrusts. When that cock was fully in him, Jonathan slumped down on the bed, only supported by the unicorn's hands on his hips and his dick in his hole. "Ooohhhhhhhh," he moaned softly. He didn't think there had ever been a male that had felt as good as he did right now.

But it got better from there. Urich slowly pulled out of him, his inner walls struggling to pull the horse back in, before slamming back in. The jolt of entrance slid him up the bed a bit, his face almost pressed against the wall, and he moaned into the blankets with abandon. They were just sufficient to stifle the sound, but it didn't matter to him anymore if they were seen or not. He would moan his pleasure to the heavens if he felt like this for long.

And it seemed that Urich was determined to make him feel as good as possible. The unicorn took his time with his movements, pulling out slow and slamming in hard, fast, and deep. Each movement was controlled, and it drove Jonathan....it drove him insane with pleasure. Who was Jonathan? He didn't know, and he wasn't sure it mattered. He was just here to be taken, to get and give pleasure from this wonderful anthro behind him, and he was more than happy to do that.

As the minutes dragged on, he noticed the fur on his arms and his crotch spreading. Everything it touched grew in proportion to the parts already changed. As pre splattered inside of him, he gained muscle; as Urich moaned above him, his body shifted in shape, most particularly his face. It stretched out slowly but surely before his eyes. His nose and lips extended from his face, pulling out into a muzzle like that of the equine pounding him from behind. Moans flew from his lips as his teeth flattened down and he whinnied softly. Even this change felt good to him.

The rest of his body followed suit, slowly becoming more and more horse-like. A horn protruded from his head, though not quite as large as the one that dotted the head of his changer. He panted as he grew a tail, and his hole clenched around the cock inside as his body became that of a unicorn, completely shaking off the form of a human.

Cum splattered against his bed, and he felt Urich spill his load into his tailhole. Just knowing that he had given the handsome, kind unicorn an orgasm was almost enough to push him over the edge and have another one of his own, but not quite. Probably for the best. His bed was getting really wet with all the cum.

After a minute or two, he rolled over and looked up at the unicorn that had...had what? He couldn't remember. "How do I know you?" he asked. "And who am I?"

Urich chuckled a little bit, slowly pulling out of him and sitting down on the bed. "Don't worry. I'll explain. We have the rest of the night, so ask any questions that you want," he said.

~~~

The unicorn stretched as the sunlight poured into the room, slowly slipping out of the bed. He did it quietly, not wanting to wake up the boy that he'd changed last night.

As he stood up and started getting dressed, he looked back at Jonathan. Well, not Jonathan any more, not with the way the magic had changed body and mind. Garich, he'd told the new unicorn his name was. And not a servant of the inn anymore, either.

Coming up with the lad's new occupation had been a little difficult, but with his new age - that of an adult - and his new body, it wasn't hard to accept.

He'd barely gotten his boots on when Garich opened his eyes, looking over at him. Urich smiled and waved. "Did you sleep well, Garich?"

"Please don't call me that, sir," the other unicorn said, slipping out from under the sheet. Still completely naked, he showed no discomfort with that, and almost seemed to flaunt it in his walk. It still took a lot of his control to keep from laughing at the change in the former human; yesterday, he wouldn't have walked that way if someone had threatened his life. "You know that I'm just your servant."

Urich shrugged. "Maybe so, but you're a friend too...and a great lover," he added with a laugh. "Now, why don't you get dressed, and get the horses ready. We have a long way to go, and my companions will be here soon, wanting to get on their way."

His new bodyservant sighed, but complied. Despite the time constraints, Urich gave him a little spank to the butt. "Don't worry. We'll have time to play later," he promised. The other unicorn grinned, and hurried off, lacing up his pants as he ran.

Shaking his head, Urich walked out at a much calmer pace, heading to the common room for breakfast. Oh, the fun that waited...