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"Not much longer now," Dylan huffed, his face flush red but still human. Other than his clearly fully equine ears.

"So big. So big, so big," repeated Collin, Dylan's best friend and the only one who would have ever agreed to do this with him. Though with the shock of how massive his body had gotten over the course of the last thirty minutes, and especially the lusty throbbing coming from his newly minted mare cunt, Collin was unsure whether he made the correct choice. After all, Dylan at least got to stay male.

"I know what you mean! Big!" agreed Dylan who instead was referring to the sizable horse cock he'd amassed during the transformation into a stallion. It also fed lusty thoughts into his brain but they were what he had always wanted and more. Just jostling his body wobbled his sizable cock and balls, giving him a weighty feeling that just furthered his arousal. Turning to his friend who like himself was a horse from the head down except for the ears, Dylan boasted, "Can't wait to introduce my big to your big, if you know what I mean. Cause I feel like I could mount the world!"

"No, doubt," Collin huffed before wincing due to the transformative magic pushing into his face more and more. Everything was getting wider for him and when he did open his eyes again he was greeted by a fatter, broader more horse-like nose. What a thing he got himself into.

The friends had met nearly a decade before in college at some party. How they had come to the subject of their transformation fetish they don't recall but as they hadn't found anyone to share the interest with before or since it became something that kept them together over the years. Their interests mostly lined up with them loving animal transformations most of all, sharing images, pictures, chats, roleplays and whatever else they could find to indulge themselves. It seemed confined just to their imagination until Dylan stumbled upon a farm where maybe their fantasies could be lived out.

She said her name was Belle Hammerspell and professed to be a 'country witch'. Whatever that meant. Her farm catered to people who had the pair's special interest and for a price, she'd be happy to accommodate their fantasy. They didn't have to mull it over long before putting down the cash and driving halfway across the country for a month's 'vacation' as stallion and mare. The decision for horse had mostly been Dylan's with Collin into it but always saw himself more as a furry, female pet. But he couldn't pass up this chance. And certainly not when a good friend like Dylan asked.

They had arrived earlier when, after they met the affable Ms Hammerspell they were shown into her large, updated, and immaculately tidy stable. Everything but the central aisle of the stable, which could easily accommodate twenty-four horses in separate roomy stalls, was made of one sort of wood or another with oak and cedar visible while you could smell the pine. The place was also well staffed with farmhands who were either cleaning, tending to a horse, or keeping food and water fresh in every stall. It helped pet the men at ease about the operation they had paid a fair sum to. At least they could see where the money went.

Belle, who had a lively spirit and slightly neurotic tendencies reiterated what they had agreed to over the phone. Using some almost painless magic of hers, she gave them a bottle each meant to give their agreed upon forms of as mustangs as well as Collin's changing sex. They'd keep their human wits and memory, though were subject to their new body's compulsions and instincts. What that exactly meant Dylan and Collin would have to experience first hand. Belle only promised they'd be aware, in control, and free to enjoy themselves. The biggest loss would be their ability to speak but as Belle reminded them, 'horses get along well enough without words.' They had wanted the full horse experience so it was a sacrifice they could live with.

After signing some papers the men removed their clothing and personal effects, depositing them into a storage bin built into each stall door. Also on the door was a plaque with their real names, dates they were staying, any personal requests they had for their treatment, and additional details. There was also space for details related to their equine forms. With their breeds, sex, and age while the spaces for height, weight, and other physical measurements were waiting to be filled out. Either man was handed their potion and after a quick toast to their fantasy they downed the magical mixtures with visible disgust. Belle then left the men in the care of their respective farmhand for the month as their transformations began.

The roller-coaster of an experience had brought them back to the present with only their faces still bearing some resemblance to the men they used to look like. Bulging eyes, reshaping pupils, broadening of the face from forehead to nose where their flaring, fleshy nostrils stretched further forward. Their teeth had begun to fall out when Dylan tried to talk again but found himself unable. Collin had been more aware of this with his ability to nervously mutter to himself turned into an equine whinnies. For Dylan though it was a loss since he had been planning some fitting last words. He got over it quickly as he wanted to enjoy what little was left of the transformation.

Within five minutes either man had completed their conversion to their respective breeds and were left panting and trying to gather themselves. Dylan's coat was white with splashes of black dotting his mane, back, and face while Collin was jet black mare. Their minds were adapting to their bodies and vice versa which caused dizziness for both. In Collin's case in particular the vast gulf between his old body and the new was more to grasp than he had ever imagined. Either horse was set upon by three farmhands each who helped brace both up before setting about processing both for intake.

Over the next three hours Dylan and Collin were measured, weighed, given shots, had samples of their hair and blood taken, got to eat, drink, and relieve themselves for the first time. Something they were made to do to help prevent any digestive issues along with them just needing to do it. Not that it helped with both feeling embarrassed as they did. They next got a bath along with shown around the stables and the farm from the styes and milking parlors to hen house. This all done they were brought to one of two sprawling, hilly and tree spotted pastures where they were allowed some time to further acclimate to things for the rest of the afternoon. They were encouraged to act on any instincts and be considerate of the other fourteen horses who were enjoying vacations of their own.

"Some won't mind company up to and including coitus but in this pasture both parties have consent. Anything else just as the horses do. Find a farmhand if there are any problems. We'll be around here and we make rounds every hour," the farmhand who closed the pasture gate behind them instructed Dylan and Collin.

The two had agreed to do their best to keep close while horses and try to watch out for the other. But that wasn't the only arrangement they had made going into their vacation. Endowed beyond his wildest dreams and with years thinking about the moment Dylan was very eager to know what it felt like to mount a mare. And not just any mare as his nudging at Collin only a few seconds after trotting away from the pasture gate. Collin's emotions were more mixed as he was finding his new horse point of view and long legs difficult to manage as it was. It was one thing to look at pictures and read stories about being a horse but more real than any of that could ever be. Not that he wasn't feeling a good level of satisfaction from the transformation along with a satisfied euphoria from being female like he'd imagined so many times in so many ways. His experience was proving more mixed with Collin's mind needing to adapt while Dylan's throbbing erection showed how clear his thinking was.

When Dylan's nudging wasn't slowing Collin he got up alongside his friend then, using his larger size and weight, bumped into him hard enough to force the already uncoordinated looking mare to stop lest they take a tumble. Collin snorted at Dylan, unaware at first what he wanted as he had been too distracted to remember the arrangement. They agreed to have sex as frequently as both with her willing. With the transformation rendering them infertile there was no reason not to indulge so far as Dylan was presently concerned. It took spotting his friend's impressive cock and his own mare cunt pulsating thereafter that reminded him.

Dylan whinnied impatiently stomped his front hooves and snorted, making both his impatience and erection obvious to see. He wasn't sure about Collin but it wasn't just living out a long held sexual fantasy that got the stallion's heart thumping but the transformation itself had left him needing to empty more than his bladder and bowels. With melons for testicles now it was no wonder Dylan was getting more direct. Not wanting to disappoint, Collin gave a go ahead nod to his friend who was all too eager to oblige.

They had found themselves under a maple tree when Collin presented his ample rump to Dylan with his tail raised as best he could. This gave Dylan a look he had wondered how he would react beforehand to the sight of a rear mare's backside at a moment like this. Thankfully the hormones had done a good job of making everything from Collin's puckered, stinking asshole to his swollen, slightly gaping pussy, and even how his small udders hunger between his haunches. So it was love at first sight for Dylan and he couldn't help but stick his nose right up into Collin's butt crack for a closer sniff and lick.

Much the same blending of bleeding of equine lust into Dylan's mind had also made Collin similarly disposed to what a mare would want and do. So presenting came easy as did finding the sight of his friend's mottled equine penis exciting to the point of getting all his juices flowing. Despite this when he saw and sniffed Dylan the white mustang stallion he wasn't feeling quite the rush excitement as his friend clearly had. Something wasn't clicking and it would take what was about to follow for Collin to realize his issue wasn't between his human brain and the mares. It was between him and Dylan with Collin's attraction limited mostly to the thought and desire to be mounted.

So far Dylan was concerned, Collin was just as happy as him at this moment so didn't want to hold back longer for either of the sake's. With a head full of steam he made his first attempt to mount which ended quickly after when he slipped off. A second attempt went a little better but was aborted when Dylan lost his balance. A third went even worse with Dylan almost breaking his jaw on Collin's tail dock. This set the tone for the next twenty-two minutes with Dylan getting close a few times but either losing his balance when he failed to find his mark after repeated thrusts or Collin fidgeting from the frequent discomfort he experienced through all this.

Persistence would finally pay off though. During what felt like another unsuccessful bid to mount Dylan managed to find Collin's cunt with his second thrust. Once he didn't hold back, burying his unlubricated penis as deeply as he could immediately after. Collin shivered and whinnied loudly too. But while Collin was expecting things to devolve into Dylan humping him stupid for a few amazing minutes to make up for all that toil his friend wasn't so able to manage that long. Just trying to pull out that first time was enough to cause him to orgasm. Something Collin felt both internally with the flood of horse seed then with the squeezing of Dylan's forelegs on his flanks.

A few seconds of this and it was all but over. Dylan pulled out and for the first time had trouble getting off the mare. Took Collin moving forward to break them apart. Dylan was left panting and thoroughly satisfied by the experience with his slightly flaccid cock covered in wet and sticky seed under him. Collin for his troubles hadn't come close to anything like an orgasm and had a sore backside that was splattered and dripping with horse jizz. This is why Dylan recovered quickly and was eager to test out their bodies while Collin was stinging with disappointment and slow to follow.

Collin was at least able to put this aside after a few minutes walking it off since he knew Dylan couldn't help himself. It was their first try so things would certainly get better. So they were on good terms when it came to exploring the rest of the pasture. This they did while also trying to see if they could get to a galloping speed. Again it was Dylan who found the locomotion and rhythm with only an hour's practice while Collin had trouble getting faster than a canter safely. Dylan ran circles around Collin both forward and backward, neighing and nickering to gloat but also encouraged Collin to join him. Only stopping when Collin wouldn't stop leering.

During their exploration of the pasture's rolling hill and pockets of trees they encountered twelve of the other horses who all proved to be very welcoming and friendly. Six were relaxing in a pack, there were two couples like them, and the rest were by themselves. Every encounter was cordial and included a lot of sniffing, nuzzling, and body language which amounted to introductions. The group of six invited them to join them but Dylan and Collin turned them down today but that wouldn't always be the case. While one horse hung out amidst a small grove of apple trees and was all too happy to share the wealth of tasty snacks. That was an offer they were happy to accept.

With the pasture as large as it was they weren't able to explore every acre but had seen a great deal of it first hand or from atop a hill. They were founded by farmhands riding ATVs who informed them it was time to come in for the night. It's then Dylan nudged at Collin again hoping to squeeze in a quickie mounting session before heading back. Collin didn't know how to tell his friend he felt gassy, hungry, and tired once he saw Dylan's cock sliding from its sheath. This caused Collin's loins to moisten once again so it was now his problem too.

Fifteen minutes without success had turned this quickie into a drawn out affair. Dylan's efforts were as spirited as ever but still couldn't connect. He at least had gotten better at getting on the mare so spent more time on Collin's back. This was a state they were found in then when the farmhand circled back when the two had failed to show. Both men saw him approach and stop, with Dylan shrugging it off to keep going and Collin feeling embarrassed to have been caught in act on their very first day. Then the farmhand got off his ATV and came over towards them, making Collin think a reprimand was coming.

"Having trouble, fella? Hold still, I'll lend a hand," the kindly farmhand offered without a hint of judgment in his voice. The farmhand certainly knew they weren't real horses but proceeded to treat them as if they were his own. He got close to Collin's backend and carefully reached an arm under the struggling stallion to grab and guide the head of his penis to where it needed to be. "Okay, big fella. Give that a go," he encouraged then slapped Dylan's haunch forward.

Dylan only had to push and his horse cock was once more plunging into his friend's horsey cunt. This time he got even deeper but just as before only lasted until he dared to pull back for a second thrust. But the stallion was satisfied all the same as his hefty load gushed into the mare.

It's that flood of seed that told Collin that once again Dylan finished before things could really get started. Collin was provided a surreal moment though when at the same time he was being filled with a stallion sized load the farmhand was petting his nose affectionately- as if the mare didn't have a stallion breathing down her mane.

"Such a good, patient girl," the friendly farmhand said to Collin before leaning closer to his ear to whisper, "He'll get better at getting that in. After that it'll always be over quickly. Stallions don't know what restraint is." That was followed by some more pets on the nose. He'd then head back for his ATV. "Take a minute then get back to the gate, you two. No more hanky panky."

With that the farmhand drove off, leaving Dylan to awkwardly dismount and Collin to his thoughts. Dylan would nuzzle Collin with some affection afterwards as thanks which Collin kindly returned so as to not appear rude. The two trotted off towards the exit together with only Dylan having a certain skip in his gait.

Leaving the pasture they went right back to the stable and were taken to their adjoining stalls which had been cleaned and stocked with food for them both. They received another physical, had more blood and hair taken, followed by a final brushing down. After that they were wished good night by their farmhands the lights were dimmed and at just after nine-thirty it was bedtime on the farm.

It took there being no one in sight for Collin to finally feel comfortable enough to relieve himself fully. The issue was less the manure and more that he was still coming to terms with pissing coming out the back of him. Course as his mare urine reeked of his being in season Dylan was soon sticking his face over the wall to enjoy the aroma. Dylan hadn't held back as much, relieving himself in front of his farmhands without almost a sly pleasure. Collin didn't mind Dylan watching but did take issue when, when Collin had his backside facing, his friend didn't think twice about sticking his snout it. Collin wasn't sure what was worse once he put an end to it; that Dylan had done it in the first place or that it felt so normal that Collin had to tell himself it was unwanted.

Laying down wasn't easy but both found comfortable positions laying down amid straw eventually. Sleep came easy for Dylan and Collin wasn't too far behind. He wasn't sure if he made the right choice with this body and fell asleep hoping the next day might improve things.

The following day proved to be a better reflection of the schedule that they'd come to know throughout their stay at the farm. In the morning they were allowed out in a smaller exercise pen while their stalls were cleaned. They were then brought back to the stalls for food and water before they were back in the pasture by mid-morning. There they'd spend the majority of the day lazing around, running when they felt like, foraging when they were hungry, and whenever Dylan wanted it, sex. Collin never initiated and Dylan never minded, only showing frustration when Collin would turn him down. Even with Collin's restraint they did the deed some six times before they turned in for the night.

Dylan's day had been one of frequent pleasure and enjoyment with his biggest concern being how to better act like a stallion. The natural way the other equine guests acted in their bodies was something he was determined to emulate. He went to sleep dreaming about it. Collin also looked to those others in hope of picking up on some part of being a horse he seemed to be missing. Their sublime happiness baited Collin into thinking that it was possible to make it work. For some reason it hadn't yet clicked for him.

Day three brought new delights when Dylan and Collin joined a group of seven other horses along with a donkey that was visiting. The atmosphere was relaxed and friendly but exactly how friendly Collin witnessed firsthand. A mare, a bay Morgan, had been flirting with Dylan a little the previous day and gravitating towards her again today. From a spot slightly apart from the group, Collin watched the mare rise to her feet, prompting Dylan to do the same. After a short courtship involving intimate licking and the mare urinating to show she was interested things progressed to their natural end.

One of those agreements beforehand had been to not limit their sexual encounters to each other. Watching his friend mount the willing Morgan in the midst of the group was therefore not making Collin mad or jealous. In fact when he saw Dylan put all those previous failed attempts to good use and mount the mare successfully on the first try he was thrilled for his friend. And when he found the mark only the fourth thrust all the horses watching whinnies or neighed approvingly. Collin whinnied too, knowing Dylan had a properly eager mare for once. Then when it was over after only two thrusts the mare was right there with him, twitching in whinnying pleasure.

'Huh, why don't I sound like that when Dylan's on me?' Collin wondered to himself.

This sparked something of a minor orgy within the group leading to everyone up and pairing off. To Collin's blushing surprise a dapple gray quarter horse had eyed him up immediately and made his way over. Not wanting to seem weird Collin got up too and met the approaching stallion in what he hoped was an inviting manner. It must have worked since the stallion's ebony erection stiffened under his gut. Collin just had to see it to feel his mare cunt start to drip.

Collin's excitement created a blooming aroma of come hither smells that emboldened the stallion. So much so that he was more than happy to trot behind her and after a courtesy sniff began to lick and slurp at his soppy mare pussy. What followed was the first time Collin had felt a rush of euphoric desire since transforming, making him think that perhaps a different stallion was what was needed.

This would be put to the test once the stallion stopped his work after getting Collin's juices flowing. Collin was still reveling in the pleasure when the stallion now stood in front of him. Nudging Collin several times then stallion then raised one of his back legs, better exposing his impressive endowment. What he meant by this besides showing off wasn't clear to Collin at first. But when he looked at the group he saw one mare submissively licking a stallion's cock while a stallion, his penis already dripping with saliva, plunged it into his own mare. That made her stallion's requests, she hadn't stopped, make sense.

'Just do it, Collin. It's not that bad. Everyone is doing it,' Collin thought to convince himself as he bent his head under the stallion. With as wet a tongue as he could give himself he went to work licking the stallion's cock. The act of it wasn't one that Collin was finding very rewarding personally but the stallion definitely approved. Wetting him head to sheath had the stallion's oozing pre-cum which led the experienced stallion to deftly mount, penetrate, orgasm, and dismount in less than two minutes. 'I'm sensing a pattern,' was one of several lingering thoughts Collin was left with afterwards.

Following that unsatisfying encounter Collin allowed one more of the stallions, a Morgan stallion and partner to the Morgan mare Dylan had mated with, to mount him before growing outwardly cold to dissuade future suitors. Those other horses were quick to take the hint and took no issue with him. Only a few appeared to not pick up on the hints. It wasn't until they were getting ready to head in for the night and he pressed Collin for a quickie before they were in a separate stall. Rather than ignore or play stupid about his friend's advances Collin snorted and swished his tail to get the message across he wasn't interested. Even if the sight of Dylan's erect cock was still turning him on it wasn't enough to overcome his antipathy.

Failing to get what he wanted left Dylan in a poor mood for the rest of the night, refusing to pay any attention to Collin. Collin knew he lacked the words to communicate his feelings so he simply resigned himself to his thoughts. It did at least provide Collin with some further practice acting like an animal as he relieved himself more freely around farmhands or sniffing or nuzzling them playfully. Acting more like an animal at least was giving the mare some relief about what he felt he could get out of spending time as a beast. A feeling that was shared by his choice to try being female. It was just something about horses.

The next day brought one improvement at least for Collin when it appeared rumors got around that he wasn't entertaining any stallions. This didn't stop them from still inviting Collin to hang around which he certainly tried to do. Dylan had also appeared to gotten past the sore feelings from last night and was jovial for the most part. He never tried nudging Collin into sex and instead focused his attention on those other mares among their group who were very interested. Collin was pleased for his friend who was definitely not having doubts about loving life as a horse.

Things started to fall into a rhythm as the days came and went. Dylan was living his best new life while Collin was getting by with his lack of enthusiasm for things not as well masked as he thought. Change only came when on the sixth day of their vacation when a deluge of rain stranded them indoors for two days save short stints in the exercise pen during breaks in the weather. To Belle and her farmhand's credit they did try to keep the horses amused with lessons in dressage, grooming, and movies played from a projector. 'Black Beauty' and 'Hidalgo' were popular while 'The NeverEnding Story' and 'The Revenant' were less well received.

When they could at last go back outside they were moved to the other large pasture where they would encounter a few new vacationers as well as five normal horses. Consisting of three males and two mares who were of a docile temperament and had grown accustomed to having peculiar horses around. With a new pasture to explore Collin spent his day checking out the entire space while Dylan raced around with other horses, rolled in puddles, had more sex, and ended the day eager for the next. While having explored the whole pasture Collin had found not too much of interest and aside from brief, friendly encounters with other horses he was already back to regretting his body.

The next day was beautiful and saw them again in the new pasture with a total of Twenty-nine horses somewhere inside. New horses included some recently transformed and a few more normal horses. Dylan went off with his new friends as Collin made for a grove of apple trees he saw the previous day that had a good view from a prominent hill. He reached it first and was alone there for close to an hour when a curious horse, a black Shire with white furnishings, could be seen trotting in Collin's direction. It wasn't something he was bothered about at first given how slow and serene the animal moved in his direction.

Smelling the air told Collin the horse was male before he could confirm as much with his eyes. Whether or not Collin was dealing with a human was harder for him to decide. He hadn't seen this horse before so it was obvious. But Collin quickly leaned towards human when the Shire took great care to approach respectfully from the front and only came closer when he saw the mare give no reply but to flick her tail. So he got right up to her, traded sniffing nose to nose, then the stallion expertly flopped so that he was cuddled right beside where Collin was laid up beside a tree. It was abrupt but Collin couldn't help but find the whole series of events cutely charming. So it seemed a fair bet he was dealing with a person at ease in their body.

From there the stallion would tenderly nuzzle the mare at the neck, ears, and face while taking time to also simply sit there and enjoy a silence and the view. Their secluded location kept them apart from the rest of the horses though they watched them galloping at high speed in one direction or another with Dylan among them. It also meant they were the only ones in the grove making for a serene setting. Collin welcomed it and to his surprise he was also beginning to enjoy the stallion's cozy company. When they had eaten all the apples in their vicinity the stallion went out of his way to carry some over to Collin so he wouldn't have to get up.

It was nearing the late afternoon when Collin spotted the farmhand riding around who was shouting thirty minutes until they'd have to head in for the night. Having spent most of the day just laying down and eating apples and within muzzle reach grass Collin got to his feet early to stretch out. The stallion followed suit, both in standing, stretching, and Collin's inevitable loosing of his bowels. Collin started to slowly walk towards the exit. Again the stallion followed but his attention was becoming more sexually charged. As was made evident when Collin felt him licking at his backside.

Had it been Dylan or any other horse, even if they looked like the Shire stallion, Collin would have shut things down like he had been. What set the Shire apart was his personality which had convincingly won him over. Also helping was as the stallion advanced his courtship he was courteous and downright charming. Collin was settled on horse not being his thing but after he changed back he would inquire about getting in doubt with whoever the Shire really was. They shared at least a few common interests. It helped Collin initiate licking the stallion's cock to show her appreciation, as well as get him ready.

The stallion showed his experience when it finally came time to mount. He accomplished it simply and put in the best performance Collin had felt yet. He lasted close to two minutes of intense thrusting before climaxing loudly. The best showing by far but Collin was still left wanting when the spent stallion shuffled off.

'If I could get just fifteen, ten minutes of that uninterpreted and I might actually get one of those orgasms all the other mares are whinnying about,' Collin opined to himself.

When they finally got around to heading back it was Collin leading the way but the stallion kept cordially close the whole way. They joined the other horses as they trickled back to the pasture exit. Here guests and real horses are separated to different stables like always. So Collin was left at a loss when the Shire stallion was diverted with the other real horses. Didn't seem possible that he had just spent the day with an actual animal without even realizing. One of the farmhands had to give Collin a nudge to keep him moving when he zoned out for a few moments.

Collin's distracted thoughts meant he wasn't paying much attention where he was led once he was inside their usual stable. Two farmhands lead him right by without him batting an eye. Dylan noticed though. He watched his friend continue down the aisle while getting a brush down in his stall. Since Collin was so calm Dylan didn't suspect anything malicious going on but was curious where they were taking him.

It took walking out the other end of the long stable building and back into the late afternoon sun for Collin to notice they had broken routine. So he tried to stop only for the farmhands to tug him along.

"It's all right. Ms just wants to talk to you," one farmhand explained readily. "Ain't nothing bad. Won't take more than ten minutes and then you're back in your stall," he promised.

"Could be a lot shorter than that. Or longer too. Ms can be quixotic at times," chuckled the other farmhand who had been Collin's primary caregiver since he transformed. So her words had some added weight.

Collin compromised by calming down by staying wary. He walked across the farmyard and to a smaller, more rustic looking barn where one of the front doors was open and waiting for them. Inside were mostly stored farming equipment and overflow storage for hay which spilled from the loft down into a large pile taking up one side of the barn. Bent over one of those hay bales on the floor was Ms Hammerspell herself. She was whistling some tune as she flipped through a lengthy form and scribbling her name or initials were needed.

"Collin, Ms," the one farmhand announced while the other led me to the center of the floor. There they also left him, closing the barn door on the way out.

What exactly this was all about Collin was left to wonder as the woman appeared in no rush to address him. A buxom strawberry blonde somewhere in her thirties, Belle Hammerspell was a far from threatening figure. Aside from good luck she dressed well but practically, as her color coordinated boots, jeans, blouse, jacket and jewelry showed off. She did wear an oversized, worn in, woolen wizard hat but that too changed color based on her outfit that day. Yet Belle was never at a loss for what to do or lacked for leadership when it was required. She was very nonthreatening but that didn't mean she couldn't be difficult.

Finally, still without looking at Collin's direction, she spoke up in a conversational voice. "And I'm sure you can relate to this sort of thing, too, right?" she queried without context in a bright, distracted voice.

Confused, Collin looked around again to make sure there wasn't someone else she was talking to.

"It's a yes or no sort of question and not too imposing so I wouldn't overthink your answer," Belle told Collin further, baffling the man even more. Even if he could speak he had no idea how to respond except to just stand there. "Nothing? Well it's fine, it's fine. Maybe I should go over the story again. I did already tell you right? Or did I just imagine I did? Hmm. Well, anyway, I can cover it again for- ah!- Oh, wait, right. You're the horse one. Yes, yes. Explains your silence better. Thought maybe you were born without a tongue or something. Though that probably doesn't happen much, does it? Not sure why that came to my mind first but anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, right. The personal touch. So, are you comfortable, sugar?" she asked with hospitality after waffling from one things to another.

Collin didn't try to say anything. Just tried to play along as Belle and hoped she'd get to the point soon.

"I bet you think to yourself when you see a powerful witch filling out health and safe forms by hand is: why can't she just use magic? Not a bad question to ask. Actually it's always the question to ask when magic isn't already the answer. But I'm digressing, to answer your unspoken question, because magic is too good. Enchanting a pen or quill or stamp is no trouble at all. Certainly not for the likes of me. But, you can teach a pen to perfectly mimic your signature with every stroke and curl perfectly matching my provided example. All's well, yes? Nah, all's unwell," professed Belle with a grand sweeping gesture.

As Belle spoke in her laconic, frequently distracted manner she paced around Collin with her hands and posture never static. If not crossing or holding her arms behind her back she would use her hands to accentuate or add dramatic effect to her words. She rarely made eye contact as her mood swung from sentence to sentence leaving Collin just trying to keep up.

"Magic is perfect if you understand its finer properties, but perfection is not always what is required. Three times I've been caught out by talking thumbs about my signature being forged. Can't blame them. No I can't. Magic pen simply can't fathom adding any of those little dumb touches to our handwriting that we do as hairless wonder monkeys. Every signature for every form that year was indistinguishable from the last," she gravely sighed only for her voice to perk up immediately. "Just. Too. Darn. Perfect. Egg on my hat for thinking I could compensate for such a thing after the second incident. But alas, magic is truly perfect and I too sublime a channeling vessel for this task. So here I am lending my actual hand to get this work done. Which as you probably put together, smarty horse that you are, is my point. It's a lesson."

"Magic has limits. Get it? That's my point. Wait, that is my point, right?" she honestly queried Collin only to remember the answer herself. "No, no that wasn't it. But it's still true, of course. Most definitely. Limits aplenty but, like the perfect pen stuff, but that's not my point here. My point, so much more, what's the word, pogchamp? No. Poignant. Yes, there we are. Much better. But right, the point. My point: some things take a personal touch. That's the general lesson to commit to memory, if you could, but if we're being specific, and I am, my personal touch is what's needed. It's why you're here, C...al....oll...or? Col...orad- no, Col...lin. Collin! Whew, almost lost it there," Belle jokingly attempted to play off.

Collin could tell she had forgotten his name but since he had forgotten what she was even talking about he kept playing the statuesque mare.

"You... are unhappy. Don't deny it. I've got eyes of all sorts around my farm, sugar. Ain't they ain't just peeking at you but they taking note of you have been carrying yourself. Seen it with my own eyes from a ways off in the pasture but if you have any doubts I can confirm at this close range you are ill-adapting to things. Things being all those horsey bits and pieces I see. I would like to know exactly why this is but that would necessitate a verbal back and forth you are presently incapable of participating properly. So this leads us to the, drum roll, please... okay no drums are fine, the elixir of return!" Belle announced. Only she had reached for something in her pocket and when it wasn't there tried to downplay her search for where she might have left it.

In the end Belle found the small glass vial she needed sitting on the hay bale with her pen and papers. She then administered its contents to Collin who in a poof of pink, acrid smoke returned him to his previous human form. He was still catching his breath when the questions started from the woman, most of which Collin understood and did his best to answer. She did at least listen carefully and after just two hours they had come to an understanding.

The last day of Dylan's month-long vacation was a hard one to get through. Getting through all the goodbyes and squeezing in one last quickie- with a recently thoroughbred mare he'd sparked a passionate fling with the last week- before being led off one last time. After a quick reversion to his human self Dylan went through the hour long exit processing. During which time was given the keys to Collin's car as it had been what they drove to get there. As Dylan mindlessly completed a survey about his experience, he was looking forward to some things back home. His bed, a shower, his toilet, and burritos. Among other culinary masterpieces. He just had to make a quick detour first once they finally said he was officially discharged.

A dead car battery had the farmhands coming over to do a jump start but also gave Dylan the time he needed to see a friend. It wasn't a far walk for Dylan as he had seen the space a few times in passing. The air got fouler and had Dylan breathing through his mouth to avoid the stink. By all accounts his tolerance for such odors disappeared along with his mustang form. Didn't stop him still reaching the source of the smell: the pigsty.

Dylan didn't learn about what happened to Collin for almost a day after he last saw him. Belle and a farmhand finally came over and explained what happened to his friend. It seemed that Collin, who had been thinking of just going home rather than continuing as a horse, had instead decided to take Belle up on a suggestion she made after probing his interests. Dylan wasn't too surprised when he heard sow was the choice. He knew his friend well enough for that. Or at least he thought so. That morning he learned some additional news that explained why this detour was important.

"Time for the tricky part. Which one is Collin?" Dylan asked himself as he peered at the nine pigs contained in ample sty. Five were hogs and easily set aside so it fell to how well Dylan knew Collin. That led him to spy that massively fat pink Berkshire sow wallowing in repose alongside the fence on the opposite side. The sow was a five hundred pound, muck splattered beast whose dozing eyes were closed. That is until its snout picked up Dylan's scent. This started the sow's tail and whole rump wagging by the time Dylan reached his friend. "Looking at you I finally understand the 'happy as a pig in shit' analogy. So thanks for that. Heh, sorry. Tried to clear the air a little. Anyway, hey Collin. How's it going, bud?"

Collin had been hoping Dylan would see him before he left. He'd seen Dylan and the other horses from his squalor and thought he was much happier now, he missed his friend. Knowing as well that he wouldn't be seeing for a while he didn't want to hold back anything. Something he'd become very good at during his time as a pig.

"You seem a lot happier here. They told me you were but I'm happy seeing it with my own eyes. Not so much the smell but what can I expect from pigs?" he joked. This caused those pigs overhearing this to show they wholeheartedly agreed. "I know I had a great time. Stallion was all me. Wasn't you, Collin. This, though, this is you. Guess that's why you signed up for the whole year, huh? And being," Dylan cleared his throat then winked down at Collin, "being fertile for it. How many litters would that be?"

The question had Collin squirming his belly in response. Followed by pointing out the only other Berkshire in the pen, a fat, hairy hog and by all accounts actual pig.

"Your boyfriend? He looks... charming," Dylan complimented as he watched Collin's hog gorge at the slop trough. Defecating as he did. "Think I should go before this smell imprints on me for the long drive home. Have fun, Collin. You fucking deserve it, dude. I'll try to visit but I'll be back in October regardless for another go as a horse. Really hit things off with this pretty thoroughbred and- anyway, stay safe. Be a good mom and all that," Dylan fondly remarked.

Collin snorted and smiled the best he could, his butt still wagging.

The friends would part for now but knew they'd meet again. Dylan was determined to save up more for another trip as his experience as a horse hooked him. For Collin, it was more trial and error but given how happy he was now with things he wouldn't have changed a thing. If it weren't for those lackluster encounters with stallions, Collin wouldn't have appreciated his favorite hog's thirty minute orgasms quite as much. Being a sow was so in sync for Collin that the natural choice seemed to agree to an extended stay with the added joy fertility brought.

With Dylan gone Collin settled back into a good position in the squelching muck. His lover hog would join him once his belly was full, flopping alongside her. Collin had achieved his bliss in a pigsty where the pastures and stallions hadn't given him. Now to enjoy it.