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The day at the rail museum had gone quite well. Kevin and I had spent hours inspecting at great detail the various locomotives and rolling stock, taking time to dwell on each piece of equipment as only two old men in their 60's might do. Younger people tended to rush through, glancing at the placard but not appreciating the age and patina of the equipment and lost much of the experience. "Quite a job they did restoring the Pullman," I commented as we got into my Buick. "I'd sure like to have ridden on her when she was in service. How about you?"

"I don't remember the horse car trolley," he replied, asking about a horse drawn streetcar that had just been added to the collection. "When did they get it?"

"I think they got it from a private collector around Milwaukee," I replied as I started the car. Putting it in reverse, I backed out of the space then turned the car toward the road. "About three months ago." Kevin hadn't visited for more than a year. "What'd you want for dinner?"

He pushed back against the headrest. "I wonder what it was like to pull it all day." He looked over to me. "Dinner, right so how about corn and bran?"

I signaled for the right turn onto the highway. "That'd keep you going if you had to pull that thing around. You'd have to be a draft horse though. Not really your fantasy thing."

"I suppose I'd get used to it," he replied.

Most people would have found it an odd exchange, but for Kevin and I it was quite a normal discussion. We'd met nearly twenty years earlier, as both of us were fascinated by and wrote equine transformation stories. Discovering we were about the same age, had many other common interests such as railroads and lived not too distant it was not surprising we became friends. Over the years, both of us had written dozens of transformation stories, mine more light and humorous while Kevin's had become increasingly dark and focused on the occult. I started to drift away from writing as I became involved with a horse stable then with breed preservation, while Kevin seemingly became more obsessed with finding some actual way to transform, culminating in his purchase from a self proclaimed 'witch' of a magic potion that turned out to be lilac air freshener mixed with LSD. It had nearly been fatal, and afterwards his stories almost all focused on transformations aided by demons or other fell figures.

Turning onto the road back to my farm, I continued. "All right. I'll see what we have to eat, but first we'll have to tend to the other horses." I turned up the bumpy drive, finally stopping at the house and parking by my battered pickup truck. Kevin and I got out of the Buick and headed into the small barn, where the four mares whinnied' greetings knowing that dinner was moments away. "Toss them some hay, I'll get their grain," I suggested.

Kevin pulled a bale onto the small green wagon I kept for that purpose. "What can I cut the strings with?" he asked.

"Scissors on the workbench," I replied as I scooped out textured sweet feed and pellets into four buckets. Adding their supplements, I picked them up and caught up to Kevin as he was giving hay to the last of the four, then poured the mixture into each of the mares' feed buckets.

Kevin looked at the mare strangely, almost with a touch of lust in his eye. "Belinda's lovely," he said, then looked at one of the two empty stalls. "I'm really sorry to hear what happened to the stallion."

I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Khalid had been only four years old. The black Arabian stallion was not just a quality horse, but one of perhaps a dozen of the Burkistan Arab stallions left in the world. Most had been wiped out, killed in the pointless and constant regional struggles. I'd raised him as part of a preservation effort, and three years ago just as he'd reached breeding age he'd died suddenly, his stomach ripped open by shards of an aluminum beer can that somehow got mixed in his hay and that he'd eaten. "It was a stupid, pointless loss," I said. "He wasn't able to contribute much to the gene pool either. He'd only covered two mares, one took and we got a filly." A colt would have made an enormous difference for the breed.

Kevin seemed introspective after that, silently taking the hose and watering the horses as I prepared the horses' breakfast feeding then set the buckets aside. After he finished and rolled up the hose, we went up to the house. Kevin had arrived just that morning and went upstairs to unpack, then came back down to the kitchen where I was preparing a corn and bran mash for the old mare. "For me?" he asked.

"I'm making enough for everyone," I replied, glancing up from the stove after taking a drink from my beer. "You want to be a horse tonight?" It was a bit warped, but not quite the bondage pony play you read about. On occasion one of us would spend the night in a stall in the barn to try to experience what it was like to be a horse.

"I think so," he said, again getting a strange look on his face. "Roger, could I ask you a very personal question?" He sat at the small dining room table, putting his hands down on the green and white checkered tablecloth and staring at them.

"We've known each other a long time, and you've never hesitated to ask before," I said.

"Khalid...were you ever physically attracted to him? You always spoke so glowingly when he was alive."

Most people would have been offended, but Kevin was a friend who'd shared my confidences. "Yes," I said. "He was magnificent. But unfortunately I'm not a horse so nothing could come of it." Other than idle daydreams and fantasies.

Kevin continued his odd questioning. "If you could become a horse- really transform- if you had to be a mare- would you do it?"

I took another swig of the Blue Moon. It was impossible to transform to a horse or to take the question seriously. "Of course I would," I replied.

He looked up. "I'll be out in the barn. Could you do one other thing for me?"

"Sure."

"Tomorrow morning, I've got something in my room that I want you to look at, but not until then, okay?"

Kevin seemed very animated. "Okay. But before you become a horse, give the mares some of this mash, okay? Don't take too much for yourself."

"I'll share," he promised.

The next morning, I woke from the alarm, went downstairs and made myself a cup of instant coffee. I tended to get up early, especially when Kevin was being a 'horse', since I'd need to get him rousted and up to the house before the stable help arrived. I really didn't need anyone for only four horses, but more for when I was out of town on travel. Remembering Kevin's request, I went upstairs to his room, spotting a note on the desk- beside it was an old fashioned medicine bottle with a cork. Picking up the note, I read it with growing alarm-

Dear Roger,

As you know I have spent many years investigating equestrian transformation and have concluded that only a pact with the devil will suffice. Accordingly, I have made and entered such a bargain. As always, there are some elements of gambling involved, and I fear that my lust and obsession have clouded my judgment in the matter.

The agreement that I made involves of course the potential loss of my soul. In exchange for a potion that will change me to a fine young stallion suitable for breeding- and I chose your lost Khalid as the ideal- I gambled that before the next full moon that I would find someone to join me for a time, to transform to a mare and consummate the agreement. That person would have to remain a mare for a year; after which should I cover her again as would then gain the power to transform back to human or horse at will, though I would remain equine permanently.

Since this person's soul would be at no way at risk, and would not lose any faculty of reason or memory I thought it would be a simple matter to find someone suitable much as the Flying Dutchman looked for a lover to share his fate and break his curse. However, I realized that few would find this as anything but the ravings of a madman, except you, which is why I intend to beg you to do this favor for me.

Should you decline, I would certainly understand, and will provide you service as a stallion for as long as I should live, though my soul would be lost to eternal damnation. Should you accept, the potion to change you to a mare is in this brown bottle on the desk!

As always, Kevin.

My hands shook as I read the note. Kevin was wrong about one thing- I also took this as the ravings of a madman, and since he hadn't come back to the house suspected that he'd taken some kind of 'magic potion' again, probably from the same charlatan that had pretended to be a witch before, only now pretending to be a demon to bilk my friend of more money. I raced downstairs, still in my pajamas and slippers then out to the barn, not noticing the brisk temperature, the breeze or the mud that I ran through. I could hear the mares whinnying, upset by something, and hoped that I'd find Kevin conscious and alive. Flinging the barn door open, I ran into the aisle and stopped in shock.

Khalid. Looking at me from his stall... I walked up slowly, the black horse watching me, the mares still nickering and snorting from their stalls. "Kevin?" I asked softly. The black horse nodded his head. My heart pounded. "Dear God..." Almost as the wind, I heard strange and distant laughter. I sat on the bench beside the stalls, my head spinning. It was somehow real. "Kevin, can you speak?" I asked. The black horse whinnied. "I take it that's a no," I said. He nodded in reply. "Why didn't you tell me...never mind," I said as Kevin snorted. "I wouldn't have believed it."

I sat staring at him, my mind racing. I'd always known that being a horse was impossible, a silly fantasy, and here it was- reality, an opportunity sitting within my grasp. But I'd always dreamed of the usual stuff- running in the field, being ridden and brushed, that sort of thing. And being a stallion. Now the price of accepting the deal apparently was to be a broodmare, at least for a year, and having read Kevin's stories I knew that there was probably some catch or loophole that the demon had worked into the agreement. But the consequences of declining- Kevin losing his soul-

Though I have never been particularly devout, the existence of demons and devils seemed to prove the existence of a God as well, and saving someone from eternal damnation had to be pretty high on the priority list. The thought of being a horse- and gaining the power to transform at will- was also sitting on my mind as a major temptation. But I rationalized that saving Kevin was my primary purpose, not my own selfish desires.

My contemplation was interrupted as Kelsey walked into the barn. "Hi, Rog. How's it...KHALID!" she screamed, seeing the black horse.

I thought fast. "No, it's his son," I said. "From one of the mares he bred three years ago." I had made up the lie, hoping it would pass.

Kelsey was a tough girl but almost in tears. "He looks so much like him," she said, reaching into the stall. Kevin put his head out over the door, allowing her to scratch his neck. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Time to compound the lie. "I didn't know," I extemporized. "Didn't think the mare took, and her owner didn't contact me until now. I've bought him back. Just have to do the DNA and I'll send in his paperwork." Assuming that the demon had done things right, Kevin's DNA should match the records on Khalid.

Kelsey also had a somewhat foul mouth. "Why are you in your fucking pajamas and slippers?" she asked.

"Kind of thought something was going on, the mares were all stirred up," I said, which was somewhat true.

"They probably want to get some," she proclaimed. Kevin whinnied in endorsement. "Damn, he's a smart bastard."

"I've got a ton of paperwork to do," I said. "I'll be down to see you in a bit. Go ahead and feed everyone- you'll have to mix some up for the colt," I said. "It's just set up for the mares."

"What does he get?"

"Let's start with two pounds of the sweet mix and two of the pellets," I replied.

"What's his name?" Kelsey asked.

"Just call him Kevin for now. I'll have to come up with something for his registration." Kevin wasn't going to be acceptable to the Arabian Horse registry.

I went back to the house, got dressed in blue jeans and a western shirt, then pulled on socks and boots. Grabbing the DNA test kit I went back to the barn and into Kevin's stall. "Blood sample," I announced. Kevin flinched. "Knock it off," I said. "I have enough trouble finding a vein." Kevin stood like a rock.

"He acts like he understands you," Kelsey stated as she leaned on the pitchfork.

"Just clean the stalls," I replied. Taking the purple top vacuum tube, I pushed it onto the needle and watched it fill with blood. Satisfied with the amount, I pulled the needle out then wiped Kevin with a cotton swab. "I think you'll live."

"Where do you want me to put him when I do his stall?"

I looked through the door at the pasture where Kelsey had already turned out the four mares. Normally they would have been out grazing but they were congregated by the gate, curious and excited by the new horse. "Might as well get started now. I'll put him out with the mares."

Kevin practically danced as I put a halter over his head. It probably wasn't necessary but he'd always wanted to experience the horse's life. "Don't forget, these are real mares," I warned him. "Be polite."

Kelsey laughed as I led Kevin by. "You'd better throw some cold water on that boy, he's gonna trip on himself."

I looked down at Kevin. He was already erect, his ears forward and nostrils flared, snorting at the scent of the mares. "He'll learn."

Putting him in the pasture, I took the halter off and watched Kevin run over to the mares. There was a brief bit of snorting, head tossing, then Belinda spun around and kicked Kevin; he jumped back surprised. "Ask first," I called to him. He looked at me, chagrined, as then approached one of the younger mares who also turned and kicked at him. Kevin snorted and whinnied, his shrill cry as would a true horse feeling fear, or in his case, not fully understanding equine style courting.

Turning back into the barn, I left the mares to teach Kevin a bit more about the social etiquette of him being a stallion. This was going to be a learning experience for Kevin, he fantasizing about the want of being bold when around any mares. "I'll need to talk to you later, Kelsey," I said. "Might need to go on a long trip. Can't say where." My real job had been as an IT consultant, but even though I'd retired several months earlier Kelsey was convinced that I was some kind of CIA operative and I decided to take advantage of that.

"Cool," she replied. I walked up to the house, to the lab and put a few drops of blood into the analyzer. As I'd expected, the DNA was an exact match to Khalid. It almost didn't matter, but I put in Belinda- her registered name being Iighra- as the dam, and Khalid as the sire. Backdating the breeding date two years I had no doubt that the registration would be accepted, and put the remaining blood in the vial, a registration application, and the application name for Kevin as "Maleun Majnun." Given the scarcity of Burkistan stallions I had no doubt he would be popular for years.

Now for the rest of the problem. I was retired and had good income, and it would be easy enough to set up direct payments of routine bills. Kelsey had run the entire farm for several months before while I was on an extended trip and there were business credit cards for barn expenses. Despite her youth and coarse demeanor she was intelligent and reliable. I'd just tell her that she was to run the place for a year and I'd be incommunicado. The problem for me was in the brown bottle. Kevin's note had not specified anything at all about the mare, so I didn't know exactly even what color I'd be. Obviously I couldn't send in registration papers, and I had to be accessible to Kevin in a year so he could do the second breeding. Kevin's timing was badly planned, we had only three days before the moon was full so I had to act quickly.

That started to give me doubts. Things always went wrong for the protagonists in Kevin's stories, either from some detail they overlooked in their unholy deal or by becoming crazed with lust. So far Kevin seemed to be lucid and retaining his human personality and intellect, but after a year of being a stallion, there was no telling what he'd be like, or what he'd agreed to with his demon. There was also the possibility that we'd be separated, so I'd have to plan for that. But my IT experience and methodical planning would, I hoped, cover all the possibilities and win for me the unreachable prize of being able to transform at will.

I spent the next few hours writing up instructions, along with backup power of attorney for Kelsey in case things went seriously wrong, then also wrote instructions in case Kelsey herself became incapacitated. It was after lunch when I went back down to the barn, where Kelsey met me, amused.

"Once your boy got things figured out with the mares, he's been screwing them nonstop," she said. "Teased all four into heat." She looked out in the pasture. "It's like he has limitless balls."

"Great," I said. "Kevin would put that in the...never mind. I have something to tell you," I said. "Kelsey, I know I can count on you. As you suspected, I'm a government agent." I paused for dramatic effect. "Because of a national emergency, I've been recalled to be intelligence chief at our embassy in Burkistan. I've got to be there tomorrow, and won't be able to contact you for a year. I'll be deep undercover."

"Oh, wow." She looked stunned.

"You took care of the place before, you'll need to again," I said. "The details and instructions are on my desk. I know I can count on you. I know the country can count on you."

It was all nonsense, but she looked at me with admiration. "Rog, I'll make sure you're proud of me."

I smiled. "I know you'll do the right thing. And by the way, I've got another mare coming tomorrow some time, but I'll have already left. You'll need to get her settled in. I got her from a rescue in California who I owed a favor, they asked me to take her. I don't know anything about her at all, not even what she looks like."

Kelsey nodded. "Anything special to do with her?"

I felt a bit queasy as I replied. "I got her to keep the new stallion company, as a companion mare." It wasn't a particularly common practice any more, but keeping a mare with a stallion would help keep him settled as he'd be in a more natural social situation. "Put her on Regi-Mate, I don't want her in foal."

Kelsey tried to not laugh but failed. "She's gonna get screwed so much by that little black horse that her ass will fall off," she said. "He's so fucking horny that he's pissing off the four mares you've got."

I sighed. "I know, but it's important. She has to be out with him every day until I get back." I couldn't think of any other way to ensure that Kevin would service me on our first 'anniversary'. If he didn't- his note had been somewhat vague on the subject but most likely I'd be eating oats and hay for a long time.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by. The things I took for granted, like watching television or playing video games or even deciding to go the kitchen for a drink, were going to be out of reach in a few hours. I'd 'played' at being a horse before, but knew that it was only for a short time and that I could at any time stop and go back to the house. Now I'd be looking at a year's commitment. More frightening, though I could speculate what it was like to be female, it was still just imagination and would instead be reality. Finally, Kevin's stories kept gnawing at me. Something always went wrong.

Six o'clock came too suddenly. Kelsey would come back in the morning and stay, she was going to pack her things tonight then move in to my house for the duration. She'd be back at 8am to feed. I went upstairs, got Kevin's note and threw it in the shredder- it was instinctive, to cover the tracks of the unholy act I was about to commit for what I hoped was the purest reason. Picking up the brown bottle, I walked down the stairs, wondering if Kevin had told anyone about his visit to me or if anyone would be looking for him. I knew he lived alone, but eventually someone might trace him to his trip to visit me by reviewing our emails.

No matter. I had decided. I walked into the barn, finding the mares in their stalls. Kevin was in his munching on hay. He looked up when I came in, ears forward and staring at the bottle in my hand. "Yes, I'm going to do this," I said to him. I walked into the barn's office, undressed, then hung my clothes in a closet where I kept show outfits so Kelsey wouldn't wonder why my outfit was there, though I suppose I could have walked down from the house without them, as the farm is isolated. It seemed to me to be the point of no return. I'd made up my mind and given in to my own desire to be a horse, no matter if the cost was to be a stallion's toy for a year. I could tell myself that it was to save Kevin's soul, but in reality I too had given in to temptation.

I went to Kevin's stall and unlatched the door, shoving it open. "I don't know how long this stuff takes," I said. He nickered in reply, his eyes wide with excitement. "You'd better chill out," I told him. He hadn't left very explicit instructions in his note, so I walked into the empty stall, pulled out the cork, and downed the concoction in a single gulp. Nothing immediately happened, and I wondered if Kevin had been cheated, but then I began to feel very drowsy and the world became imbalanced. I'd read hundreds of stories about transformation and realized that I was about to finally experience it in reality. Feeling dizzy, I sat in the shavings and felt the world spinning as if I'd had too much to drink. Wondering if I would feel pain or not, I passed out.

When I awoke, the first slivers of dawn were showing on the horizon and streaming through the barn windows. The first thing I realized is that I could see almost all around me- it had worked, and I lifted my head and turned to look at my new body. As far as I could see, I was a dark bay and had four white socks. From my other eye, I could see Kevin still standing at the door of the stall, staring at me. It was a new experience to have such wide vision, though not unpleasant. The second thing was that although things smelled the same my brain seemed to be processing the information differently. I've always been able to tell horses apart by their scent, but my brain was telling me 'stallion' from Kevin's.

There was little doubt of that though. From my vantage point on the ground, I could see that he was already fully erect with anticipation. I opened my mouth to tell him to wait, but only a neigh came out. Pushing my forelegs in front of me, I used my hind legs to push myself to my feet. I was a bit unsteady, as it was a new experience, and I wobbled a bit as I walked out of the stall.

Now I thought I could see the loophole. Khalid had been a typical desert Arabian and as his exact image Kevin was the same height, just over fourteen hands. I towered over him, being at least seventeen hands- a foot taller. From my lean build, I guessed that I was some kind of a Thoroughbred mare, and it would be very difficult for Kevin to cover me.

The other thing that was a bit unexpected was that although my intellect was unchanged, I could feel sudden emotional swings. I'd been an old man, and was suddenly a young mare, filled with estrogen. I'd been around quite a few mares, and knew that they could be temperamental, but was now experiencing the mood swings first hand. Kevin wasn't making things easier, as he had his nose up against my rump and I had to fight the urge to kick him in the face. It was pretty clear though that he wasn't going to be able to reach my vagina with his penis from the ground.

I remembered a story someone had told me about a mare, a stud pony and a ditch, where the mare stood in the ditch so she could be mounted. Kevin was just annoying me now, and I pinned my ears back, but my human self reminded me that I had to let him cover me- else his soul would be lost, and my marehood permanent. There was a ramp in the riding arena for riders to use when getting onto tall horses, and I figured that would suffice. Walking into the arena, with Kevin following, his head still against my butt and snorting and nickering excitedly, I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the mirrors that lined the wall so that riders could watch their form.

I tried to tell Kevin he was an idiot for making a deal with the devil but only a shrill whinny came out. I was indeed a bay mare, quite beautiful. On my face was a very distinctive blaze, one that ran from my right ear, looped around my right eye then to the left of my mouth. I recognized it immediately, having seen it in dozens of magazine articles and newspaper reports.

Spiteful had been royally bred, her sire a Triple Crown winner and her dam the undefeated mare 'Spitfire'. At six months of age, during the chaos of the California wildfires, she had disappeared when flames swept through the barn at Halcia Del Mar training center. Despite a half million dollar reward offered by the insurance company, she'd never been found and was presumed dead. I had no doubt that the DNA of my new body would 'match' the missing filly, who'd be coming two and a half now. I'd hoped to keep everything quiet for a year but that seemed unlikely now, and was likely the 'loophole' or complication that would make things fall apart.

No matter. On to saving Kevin's soul. I backed up against the ramp. Kevin immediately got the picture and practically ran up it. No gentle, pleasant teasing and horse foreplay as a 'real' mare would have demanded; he hurled himself onto my back and I pressed my teeth together, determined to endure.

It wasn't quite what I'd expected. His shaft slammed into me, and as soon as it did - it was as if someone had thrown an ecstasy switch. He pumped into me, rubbing my clitoris, and I began to feel my insides clench together in the contractions of an equine orgasm. I knew clinically that part of the mare's arousal was designed to create a bit of a vacuum effect and pull in the stallion's sperm, but never expected the intensity of pleasure that I felt as he pumped wildly into me. I felt him gush within me, almost falling- not from unfamiliarity of my body but from the sheer pleasure, and let out a shrill whinny, throwing my head up.

Suddenly, it was over. Kevin backed off the ramp, his penis going back within its sheath. I caught my breath, wondering what to do next- I felt embarrassed and humiliated on my human side, but at the same time my mare self was pleased and wanting more, my moodiness gone for the moment and my hormones demanding to get serviced again to...

Assure a foal? I'd told Kelsey to feed me the Regi Mate to prevent one. Now I was having emotional mixed feelings. The human half of me shouted those down, but maybe less loudly than I would have expected.

His lust momentarily sated, Kevin was looking toward the door. I listened, turning my ears. Kelsey had arrived, along with Carlos the handyman and I could hear them coming in. "Shit, Rog is gone one day and the fucking stallion is out. He's gonna...who the fuck are you?" she said, coming to me. "The new mare...fucking hell, you're Spiteful!"

Carlos was excited. "Kelsey, there's a half million bucks reward!"

Kelsey looked doubtful for a moment then brightened up. "Rog said he'd never seen the horse and she was from a California rescue. I'm sure he'd want us to do the right thing and send her to her owners. I'm sure of it, he thought this was some scuz mare the rescue was trying to dump on him. We'll just have to get Kevin here another companion mare. Rog said he trusted my judgment. Besides, she's too tall, he'd have to stand on a box to screw her."

I tried to tell her she was wrong, but only a whinny came out. Kevin was listening to the exchange too, and was getting very agitated. For a moment I thought of dashing out of the barn, but I'd build the place carefully- there was no way for a loose horse to escape from the property. If she called the insurance company, it would be all over the media in a day. On top of that, the CIA story would unravel, someone would wonder what happened to Kevin, but most of all if I was returned to my 'rightful owner' they'd be unlikely indeed to let a million dollar Thoroughbred racehorse breed with an Arabian stallion, no matter what his quality, and especially not in exactly one year. I'd likely be at the track then for my 'three year old' races...it looked like I might be a horse for a bit longer than expected.

Again, I heard the faint laughing sound in the wind...