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It had been about two weeks since Laura had hired a new farmboy, and about ten days since she began regretting it.

She decided that she needed help running her horse ranch and had posted a few local applications. Initially she didn't get any replies, but soon enough a man in his twenties named Cyrus had come by practically begging for a job. He seemed nice enough, he had unkempt blonde hair that got in his eyes, seemed to be on the lankier side and didn't have the muscle tone for physical labor. Despite not having a resume, Laura decided nonetheless to take a chance and hire him. He was persistent, which she supposed meant he was willing to put in the work. It vaguely reminded her of someone she used to know…or rather someone she still knew, just not in the same way.

But upon granting him a position as the stableboy, Laura was quick to realize he was more of a looker than a worker. It was clear he had no experience of being a farm worker and she found that she had to often clean up after his half-finished attempts at his jobs.

“Cyrus, I can't keep cleaning up after you, you're going to have to try harder."

“I will Laura…you know you're gorgeous, right?"

It soon became apparent why Cyrus even applied at all: he flirted with her constantly, and no matter how much she tried to rebuff him and tell him to shape up he continually asked her out. The farm girl really needed to find someone new, but until somebody else applied she was stuck with this bonehead.

Today as the sun was setting, still giving off enough light to see across her fields, Laura leant on her wooden fence, chewing on a piece of wheat as she watched Cyrus try to bring the horses in for the night.

Cyrus panted in frustration as he tried to get the last one into the barn, a brown chestnut colored one named Michael.

“Come on boy, get in the stable. Go on, git!"

Michael snorted, swishing his long tail, but didn't budge. Cyrus groaned; of all the horses he had to deal with, he hated this one in particular. Laura had told him that Michael was special to her, she had him for nearly a year and she always treated him differently than the others. The stableboy didn't see the big deal: he was a stupid animal, it always seemed to give him attitude and disobeyed him regularly. Who names a horse 'Michael' anyways?

He would kick Cyrus in the leg when he tried to clean his stable, and one or twice he had farted while the farmhand was in the same room. He wasn't sure if he had imagined this or not: but he swore the horse would angrily stare him down whenever he tried to flirt with Laura. If Cyrus didn't know any better, Michael acted more like a stubborn human in an elaborate horse costume.

“GET! IN! THE! BARN!" Cyrus bellowed angrily as he tried to swat Michael's butt to get him to move.

The horse let out a whinny and kicked backward, striking the wannabe farmhand and knocking him on his back, landing with a splat into the mud and manure. He swore as he rubbed the sore spot, only succeeding getting more of the stuff caked onto his overalls.

“Oy, I take it he doesn't like you much."

Cyrus turned his head to see Laura approaching the annoying equine. She gently stroked Michael's mane and whispered lovingly into his ear. Despite the fact it was just a dumb, stubborn horse, he felt a burning jealousy flaring up under his skin. Laura constantly peppered him with love and affection, affection she should be giving to him!

After a few moments of gently caressing the animal, Michael let out a relieved snort. Again, Cyrus could swear that he gave him a smug side-eye before he casually trotted into his stable.

Laura crossed her arms, “You see Cyrus? It's about giving them a little respect and kindness. That's how you get them to do what you want."

He tried his best to recover after the humiliation, “Well I can give you a little respect and kindness if I could treat you to dinner tonight~"

Laura pinched the bridge of her nose, “Cyrus, I've told you a million times, you are simply my farmhand, nothing more and nothing less."

“Aww come on, I can treat you to the best this town has to offer, and you deserve as much love as I can muster!"

She sighed again, in annoyance, “I get enough love from my horses, especially Michael."

Cyrus stood up and grumbled the moment he heard the name, “He's the worst horse I've ever come across! He barely does anything but make messes for me to clean up! Why don't you sell him already? I know a guy who would pay a pretty penny for a--"

His words died in his throat when he saw the murderous look in Laura's eyes. She was staring daggers at him and it caused him to flinch.

“Don't you ever suggest that again. Michael is precious to me."

She stormed off in a huff. Cyrus felt the jealousy returning as he went back to work: how could Laura love a stupid horse more than him?!

The rest of the day's chores went by, and soon Cyrus was back to the usual back-breaking physical labor. As he was shoveling hay into a baler, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion came over him. He looked around; Laura wasn't anywhere to be seen, and he figured she was off in her fields and wouldn't be back for a few hours. Settling comfortably into the hay, he pulled down his hat and drifted off to take a quick nap. -----

“I love you Laura."

“I love you too, Cyrus."

They were together and kissing, finally a married couple. Cyrus brushed away Laura's brown hair and stared deeply into her emerald green eyes. She was the perfect woman, and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. As he leaned in for another kiss, he felt his lips pressing against something hairier and wet. He opened his eyes, and to his horror, Laura had been replaced by Michael! The chestnut horse smirked at him, swishing his long tail and grinning with confidence, even though he was still the same, he seemed to have gained human-like qualities.

“You don't have a chance, Laura will never be into you," he sneered, now able to talk.

Even in his dream, Cyrus felt his jealous frustration building, why did he continue to be taunted by this damn equine even in his dreams?

“Like you're one to talk, how the hell can she love you anyways, you're just a dumb animal!"

Michael held firm, “I may be so, but I'm more of a man than you'll ever be. Face it kid, you've got no chance, Laura is mine and mine alone!"

The farmhand wasn't going to take this--it was his dream after all! He needed to take down this taunting apparition so he could win back the woman of his dreams! Cyrus rushed towards the beast, not entirely sure what he was doing, but he decided to just let his body go for it.

As Cyrus was charging, the horse let out a smug smirk before he turned around and lifted his tail.

“If you think she'll ever love you, you're dreaming, and I think you should WAKE UP!"

Before he could stop himself, Cyrus felt himself tripping on his shoes and flying straight for the horse's musky butthole. He made contact face first into Michael's ass, and instantly found himself back in the waking world. He pulled his hat off and looked up to see a glaring Laura staring down at him.

“So, I leave for five minutes and I catch you napping on the job?" Her tone was a mixture of disappointment and contempt.

Cyrus scrambled back up, “Laura I can explain, I mean, I can make it up to you if you just let me take you out to dinner…"

She held her hand up, speaking in a low, almost warning tone, “Just…go get the shovel and clean the manure out the barn. Especially Michael's, he's made a big mess and I want his stable to be perfectly clean. Do you understand me?"

As the farmhand dejectedly headed for the tool shed, he heard her call out to him, “If you do a good enough job, I may consider going out with you tonight."

That brought the spark of hope back to Cyrus: maybe if he did a good enough job, he would impress her. He seemed to have more pep in his step as he ran down towards the toolshed for the shovel. Laura sighed and pushed her hair out of her eyes: she had given him enough chances.

It was time for her to take action.

As Cyrus made it back to the barn with the cleaning tools and shovel, he saw Laura was already inside, hand feeding Michael. He was confused; he had already fed the horses their grain and oats earlier today. Laura was once again stroking his mane and whispering into his ear. Cyrus squinted and noticed she was feeding him sugar cubes; that was odd, he had never seen her giving sugar to any of her other horses. The vivid image of planting face-first into the horse's butthole from his dream still burned in his mind--it pissed him off even more.

Laura turned towards the entrance and caught Cyrus staring dumbfoundedly at her. She swayed as he approached him, using the same seductive voice he had heard her using on Michael.

“Don't worry, I got him all calm for ya," she whispered, “Clean his stable real good, and I'll be all yours hun~"

In retrospect, the fact Laura had switched her attitude towards Cyrus should've been a red flag: but admittedly he was pretty oblivious. She strutted out of the barn as Cyrus took one look at Michael's stable and groaned. Of course, it was filthy and messy, with horse manure all over the place. Michael was just standing there, staring at him as usual.

“What do you want?" he growled in petulant annoyance.

Michael snorted and lifted his head as Cyrus began to shovel up the manure.

“You know what your problem is? You don't get the fact you're a stupid, fat, smelly animal. I am a human being, I use the toilet like a dignified person, I eat with utensils and I shower everyday--things you can't do. You shit on the ground and eat from a trough. I'm on a totally different level than you."

Again he got the same kind of glare from the equine's eyes, but his usual stubbornness seemed to be toned down…as if he was expecting something. Cyrus kicked up the straw that littered the floor, before scooching into the pen to start washing the backboards, which were stained in dried fecal matter, right in the range of Michael's big muscular ass.

“I don't have to be jealous of you because you'll never amount to me. You know what human beings do? We ride you. I don't care if you're her favorite horse, Laura will eventually be mine, and when her love for me outshines her affection for you, I'll sell you to the first person who offers."

Cyrus turned around to refill the water bucket when he saw Michael had raised his tail, and his asshole was right in his face. Before Cyrus could react, the horse let out a massive fart.

PFFRRRRHHHLLLLBBBT!!!

Cyrus had the misfortune of being in the middle of his spiel; so most of the gas went right down his throat. The awful stench coated his taste buds and set his nostrils on fire. Hacking and splattering, Cyrus stumbled out of the stable and landed on all fours in the middle of the barn. He coughed, trying to force Michael's fart out of his lungs, but the smell kept getting worse and worse…to the point he could no longer get back up.

“What did…what did she feed you…?" he moaned.

A hot flush was running down through Cyrus' entire body, his muscles were throbbing and he groaned as the smell continued to swirl around his head. His arms began to itch, and when he rolled up his sleeve to start scratching, his eyes widened in horror.

Pure white hair was beginning to coat his arm, and it was traveling fast.

“What the hell?!"

Cyrus tried to stand up, but his center of mass had shifted and he fell back down into the filth of the barnyard floor. His muscles began aching; throbbing as if he had been injected with fifty doses of steroids. The barn was filled with loud rips and tears as his clothes were shredded; falling to the ground in tatters as his body seemed to inflate, doubling in mass. The now naked farmhand was panting hard, trying to catch his breath, but the smell of the foul beast's fart flooded his body, as if it was infecting him. His nose was burning, but Cyrus slowly realized it wasn't just because of the smell--it was getting longer! His face stretched out, teeth widened, nostrils flaring as from his perspective his nose stretched a mile off from its base.

“WHAT IS HAPPEENNNNGGGGEEEHHHIIIGH!"

A guttural whinny escaped from his throat. He tried to cover his mouth, but he found his fingers fusing together--the digits thickening into hardened hooves. The white fur was all over his arms now, and Cyrus winced as he turned his head and saw it had spread to cover the rest of his body. At that moment he knew: he was turning into a horse.

Cyrus' legs spread out, and his bones cricked and cracked as his skeletal structure began to change, no longer feeling like he was on his knees, but that he was now standing on all fours. His butt became huge; the white fur covering it and growing more toned and muscular. He felt something growing out of the base of his spine, and he knew it was a tail. A long blonde horse tail, the same shade as his hair, grew and swished against his new backside.

Now more horse than human, Cyrus looked pleadingly up at Michael: this all started when he farted in his face! The chestnut equine was sneering down at him, as if he expected this to happen. Was he still dreaming? He couldn't figure it out: the transformation didn't hurt, but he felt sore, as if he had been through a day's labor.

Finally, his feet morphed into gray hooves; his messy hair flowing into a beautiful golden mane as his eyes moved to the sides of his head. Finally, his smaller than average dick widened and lengthened into an impressive black horse cock, and it was the one thing he was slightly okay with changing. A few more cracks, pops and snorts, Cyrus had been turned from a below-average human farmboy to a pure white stallion with a blond mane and tail. He tried to whine, to ask what the hell had happened to him, but his human vocal cords were gone, and all that came out was a whinny and a snort.

“Seems like that did the trick," came a familiar voice.

Cyrus turned his head and was shocked to see Laura standing in the barn's entrance, “Although I had a little help of course."

She went over to Michael and lovingly rubbed his muzzle before turning her head towards her new prize, “After all that, after the last two weeks of cleaning up your shit, I decided to cut my losses: I was itching for a new horse and this way I could kill two birds with one stone."

She came and stroked his new mane, sending tingles down his new body, and Cyrus subconsciously recognized this is how she would pet Michael. With her guiding hand, he found himself trotting into the stable next to the chestnut horse, only to realize too late what was happening until she shut him in a pen, right next to each other.

“I'll be back soon," Laura cooed as she headed for the entrance, “Got a surprise for you two, better hold it in the meantime."

With that, she shut the barn door, and left Cyrus alone in a barn with Michael and a bunch of other horses. What did she mean by 'hold it in?'

“Gotta say, you look less stupid now than you did as a human."

It was a voice he had never heard before; and it came from the stable next to him.

“Yeah you heard me, the exact same thing happened to me."

It was Michael, and he was talking like a normal person would. To Cyrus' shock; his voice matched his voice when he had taunted him in his dreams.

The chestnut horse snorted and kicked up his hooves, “You brought this on yourself. None of this would have happened if you had just stayed away from my precious Laura."

Cyrus let out a petulant snort and swished his tail in annoyance, “Oh please, like you ever had a chance. She wouldn't date some smelly horse."

“Well look who's talking now."

Neither said anything for a second, the two equines glared at each other. Cyrus couldn't let Michael stand him up, even if now they were both on an equal playing field.

“Oh whatever, I'm still way more dignified and cleaner than you! I'm not gonna be shitting and farting like a disgusting animal!"

Michael grinned smugly, showing off all of his teeth, “Yeah sure, we'll see how long you can hold that dump in."

“What does that--"

PLBT!

A massive fart shot out before Cyrus could even register. He immediately blushed as he tried to cover his butt with his tail--Michael was neigh-laughing right in his ear. That first fart made Cyrus realize there was more going on in his gut. He grunted and shook in place, suddenly realizing there was pressure building up in his stomach--it didn't even make sense, he hadn't even eaten anything! He groaned as he felt his tail lifting and before he could stop himself.

FRRRRRRRRLLLBPHBT!

It was loud, and he could smell how bad it was almost instantly. Cyrus burned with embarrassment as Michael continued to neigh and whinny in laughter.

“Oh by the way, something Laura forgot to mention if you poop before the hour is up, you'll be stuck like this permanently."

“WHAT?!"

PPPHHBT!

Cyrus couldn't control himself: he felt the mass of manure traveling down and making its way to his horse pucker.

“Well you see, I wasn't always like this. I'm in the same boat as you buddy: she gave me the same challenge. I obviously took a dump before the time limit and I've been this way ever since."

There were so many questions swirling through his brain. What kind of freaky magic was reliant on poop? His thoughts were interrupted by another loud gurgle. This wasn't good: he needed a distraction from the rumbling in his gut; no matter how ridiculous this situation was, he just needed to hold it in for an hour. Maybe distracting himself with conversation would keep his mind off of it.

“Well, can you tell me why she did this to you?" Cyrus inquired to his new neighbor, trying to sound genuine.

Michael shook his mane and looked kind of sad, “A long time ago I also had a crush on Laura. But then I did something kind of stupid that really angered her, I tried riding her best horse and spooked it into running away. So she got revenge on me by tricking me into turning into a horse."

Cyrus felt a little sick, and it wasn't from the gas brewing in his guts, “You're seriously telling me that she's done this before, and this entire time I've been looking after a horse that used to be a human?"

“I know it's hard to believe, but how else would you explain what's happening right now?"

That was true, there really wasn't any good way to explain it, it all had to be true. Cyrus suddenly snapped his head up in realization.

“Wait a second! If you still had a human mind this entire time, does that mean all those times you farted while I was standing behind you were on purpose?!"

Michael whinny-laughed and snorted with victory, “Yup! And that time you ruined your shoes because you stepped in the “present" I left for you was no accident either!"

Now he was back to being angry, he stamped his hooves and shook with rage, “Well why the hell did you have to go and do that for? You single-handedly made working here miserable, and you did it on purpose!"

It was Michael's turn to spit venom at Cyrus, “Because I love Laura too, and I had to stand there every day watching you flirt with her. It made me sick! If I can't date her like this, then the next best thing I can do is humiliate anyone who attempts to swoon her! She told you 'no' so many times and guess what, you didn't listen to her, and now you're a fat smelly horse like me!"

Cyrus howled, although it sounded more of a war cry, “I can't believe this! I was right about you being a stubborn beast, you know that? You've caused me nothing but trouble! I'm a horse thanks to you!"

The rage he had let out made Cyrus loosen his sphincter, and before he could stop himself he let out another long fart.

PHHHHHHHHHHBBBLLLT!

Michael in turn grunted as he lifted his own tail and let out a long, ripping fart of his own.

FFFRRRRRTTTTPBHT!

Cyrus desperately wanted to cover his nose, but with his new body shape and hooves, he couldn't do anything to stop the smell from invading. It was awful; it was a mixture of rotten eggs, horse manure, and it was thick to the point it coated his tongue. Even as a human, he had hated cleaning Michael's stable, but now as a horse himself, it made his nose even more sensitive.

“Do you have to do that?!"

Michael let out another toot, filling the space with the unmistakable stench of manure, “I'll stop if you stop."

“I'm not--"

FLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRBHPTH!"

“...farting."

This was utterly humiliating: Cyrus had been a human being near moments ago, and here he was nothing more than a flatulent beast. The embarrassment led to more gas ripping out, and now he had no way of covering his nose. The best he could do was to swish his tail to try and fan it--but to no avail. Michael on the other hand didn't seem to care: he was lifting his tail and letting out ripping hot farts, and he seemed to shrug it off.

That caused Cyrus to also remember something important: he started turning into a horse after Micahel had farted in his face.

“What did Laura feed you before I came into the barn?"

The brown horse shifted, reminiscent of a shrug, “It was a sugar cube: I remembered her saying something about using magic sugar--she fed me a spiked muffin. I guess farting in your face transferred the magic to you or something."

Well Cyrus had his answer, but that didn't change the fact that he had to poop really badly. The white horse shook his muscular butt, waving his new hairy tail and stamping his back foot. Despite all of the animosity between the two, Michael couldn't help but feel bad for his new companion: they both were in the same stable in the exact same situation after all.

BBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!!

Both horses farted involuntarily at the same time, and the smell in the barn continued to grow thicker. Even the other horse seemed to wince and back away from the two: was this an after effect of the magic sugar? The anxiety caused another surge of pain to rush through—his huge horse hole was flexing and daring to release its contents.

“I-I don't wanna be a horse forever! I just gotta hold it…just keep focusing on holding it and…"

The barn door flew open and there Laura stood with a saddle under her arm. Another woman with blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes stood next to her, also carrying a saddle. Cyrus immediately blushed and shifted: she was just as beautiful as Laura herself, and instead of being able to charm her with his looks, all she saw was a smelly horse.

“Gretchen, these are my prized horses: Michael and Cyrus, they're good boys I promise you that."

The blonde woman looked nervous, “Are you sure they won't buck? I've never ridden a horse before…"

Laura gave Gretchen a comforting shoulder rub; it made both Michael and Cyrus jealous.

“These two are the most well-behaved horses I have: they understand direction and if they are good they get rewarded," Laura shot a glance at the two.

Cyrus understood what she was saying: if he behaved, maybe she would turn him back! He winced as his stomach gurgled again; he had to fart, but he didn't want to do it in front of this new girl and put her off.

“Come, I'll show you the ropes," Laura guided Gretchen to Cyrus and the horse could only wince as the staddle was strapped around his body. The urge to poop was growing stronger, but all he needed to do was just keep not thinking about it.

Michael on the other hand seemed fairly comfortable with being saddled, and Laura climbed up onto his back, he couldn't resist grinning tauntingly at Cyrus. It made the former human snort with jealousy: even after everything Laura did to him, seeing her be nice to his rival still hit the envious center of his brain. Cyrus grunted as Gretchen hoisted herself onto his back: his new horse body could handle the weight a bit better, but it was an odd sensation to have a human being sitting on him.

“You gotta give them a kick and they'll start moving," Laura instructed as she dug her heels into Michael's sides and instantly he started trotting forwards.

Cyrus nearly lost his bowels right there as Gretchen's ankles drove into his sides. The white horse neighed as he found his body involuntarily moving and following Laura and Michael out of the barn. His stomach was really hurting now, and now he was trotting, he couldn't focus on holding it.

Before he could control himself, his tail went up.

PHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBTTT!

“Ugh! Gross!" Gretchen bemoaned, “That's disgusting, the horse just farted!"

This was the most humiliated Cyrus had ever been in his entire life: he would never be so crass to fart in front of a woman, and the way she reacted with disgust made his head hang in shame. He heard Laura chuckle up ahead.

“That just means their diet is healthy, it's perfectly natural Gretchen."

There was no way for him to check how long had passed, but there was no way it hadn't been an hour since he transformed. He couldn't handle this anymore; his hole was opening and the mess was starting to peek out, but he held on. He was going to be human again, and when Laura saw how resilient he was, she was sure to go out with him, all he had to do was keep his eyes on the prize!

“Little fun fact, if you want him to go a little faster, all you gotta do is swat his butt!"

Cyrus' eyes shrunk: he tried to stop her, but he couldn't communicate. It was too late.

SMACK!

Gretchen's hand made contact with his left flank and instantly Cyrus began to defecate. His tail was fully lifted as lump after lump of manure squeezed out and landed into the field.

“Oh my god Laura he's pooping! You nasty beast!" Gretchen squealed in disgust.

Cyrus could only groan as he emptied his bowels in front of everyone: Laura, Gretchen and Michael. On the one hand, it was immensely relieving to finally let it out, but it went against every shred of dignity as a human. He didn't know if he had made the time limit or not, but he did feel a warm tingling throughout his body. Log after log dropped noisily, followed by more ripping loud farts until finally his dump was over and he could lower his tail back down.

“Laura, I don't really want to continue riding this one, he's disgusting," Gretchen admitted.

Cyrus felt even more ashamed and humiliated, wanting to apologize but knowing he couldn't.

Laura snickered, “It's just something they do Gretchen, but alright we'll head back for now." T

he two girls rode back to the barn, and Laura assured Gretchen that she'd change their diets so she could try again next time. Cyrus was growing more worried: an hour was sure to have passed before he took his dump, why wasn't he turning back into a human?

Laura stridled up to her new white horse and whispered into his ear, “You were eight minutes off, if you had held it in longer the spell would've worn off. Of course it's why I invited Gretchen over for a ride in the first place."

Cyrus' jaw nearly dropped as Laura led him to a pen next to Michael and locked him back in before she left and shut the barn door behind her. The two horses stood side by side, neither saying anything for a long time. Cyrus wanted to cry: this meant he was now going to be stuck like this forever.

BRRRRRT!

He farted again, but he didn't care. He wanted to cry, but he found that his eyes didn't have the necessary capability. He was going to spend the rest of his life on all fours, eating from a trough, and pooping on the floor.

Despite all of the animosity between them, Michael couldn't help but feel bad for Cyrus. He had been in this position himself, and because of this circumstance, Cyrus was now the only other person in the entire world who could understand him.

“Hey buddy, it's going to be okay."

Cyrus turned his head away from Michael; still clearly upset at him for being technically one responsible for doing this to him.

“That's easy for you to say! Thanks to you I'm going to be stuck as a dumb smelly animal for the rest of my life!"

To reiterate the point, Cyrus involuntarily let out another long fart. Even after taking a huge dump there still seemed to be an endless amount of gas demanding to be released--not that trying to hold it in even mattered anymore.

PPPLLLBBT! FFFRRRTTT!

Michael didn't seem to mind his partner's outbursts, “Hey, look I get it. When I first transformed, I didn't like it either. I was just as upset as you are right now."

Cyrus finally turned to look at his former adversary, just in time for Michael's own backside to let out a loud, ripping blast of its own.

FRBBBPPPPPRTTT!

“Especially about that part,“ he admitted sheepishly.

Cyrus found himself chuckling at Michael's humility, and both horses went into a fit of snorting laughter. It was their first genuine moment of human, well horse, connection.

“How did you end up getting used to it?"

“Life as a horse isn't so bad, I mean, we get free food and shelter, we don't need to find jobs to sustain ourselves, we can roam the fields doing whatever we want, and the best part is we get the love and attention of the girl of our dreams. And I guess… since it is technically my fault you're stuck like this, I guess I can try to share Laura's love and attention with you."

Cyrus's ears perked up. He hadn't fully considered the thought of Laura giving him the same kind of tender love and affection he had shown Michael day in and day out. He had yearned to be treated by her like that, and although this wasn't quite the way he hoped he would get his wish, it made him happy all the same.

“Gee thank you. I guess I'm sorry for being so rough and calling you a dumb stinky beast all the time."

FBBBBLLLLLT!!!

“Hehe don't worry about it, that's all behind us now. And I'll let you in on a little secret: farting actually feels amazing like this."

To punctuate his point he lifted his tail and pushed out another loud, noisy fart that seemed to make the whole barn shake. Michael sighed heavily in relief, before turning his head to Cyrus, as if to encourage him to give it a try.

Witnessing Michael's satisfaction piqued Cyrus's curiosity. He willingly lifted his own tail this time, and forgetting his human instincts followed suit with an unrestrained, forceful, and casting all humility and shame aside, pushed with all of his might.

FRRRRRAAAARRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPTTTT!!!

Michael was right. It DID feel amazing.

The two horses, one chestnut brown, the other white, stood together in a barn continually passing gas into the night and talking. In the morning, Laura fed both of them oats and grain, something Cyrus grew to love with time. Even Gretchen came back and with Laura's guidance, continued to ride him, and as she became more comfortable with him, he grew less embarrassed by his horse body's gross habits.

The most surprising thing was that over time he and Michael became best friends. How could they not; they were the only ones who had been through this together. They chatted in the pens after sundown, getting into farting contests, and even playfully arguing which one Laura liked more. It was silly, Cyrus came to this barn to make Laura his girlfriend, but ended up making a best friend for life in Michael.

Of course Cyrus still thought Michael's butt stunk way worse than his, but that was up for debate.