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A friend's birthday party was the reason for John's late, drunken night out. He got home late, barely able to keep his feet under him, and managed to go to the bathroom before passing out in bed on top of the covers. The abiding slumber would have probably gone on into late the next afternoon if not for the numerous alarms that John wisely set up to make sure he wasn't late for another day of work. Wasn't the first time he'd had a night like that but the first at that particular club a few miles' walk from his place. They had booze on tap he'd never heard of with a wild, intoxicating atmosphere. That it tasted good was all that mattered to John at the time.

Sometime during the night John rolled some of his blankets over himself when cold chills struck. John's abiding slumber gave him dim dreams of wild open grasslands while also rendering him numb to the subtle magics he imbibed last night in great quantities. Their effects on manifesting truly until the last hour before that first alarm. A light cramping and heaviness in John's toes, something wiggling from the base of his spine, and a wriggling warmth in his crotch. So that when his alarm went off- took the third of his six prepared alarms to finally do the trick- John woke up to a pounding in his head and something like morning wood.

"Ugghhhhh, I'm never drinking again," John groaned like so many others in his position. Just opening his eyes, a dark blue, took effort. With short brown hair, light skin, average height and weight with not much in the way of a workout schedule. So he felt like a wet sand bag while turning off his alarm and flicked on his bedside lamp. He winced from the light and drew back under the covers, brushing his arm over his head so that John noticed his ears were wobbling more. "I'll be the designated driver from here on out. Can barely remember last night and my head is splitting apart. Not worth it and never again."

Whether John would hold to that was interrupted by an itching at his nose and what felt like a throbbing erection below. Tending to both he first found his nose oddly swollen with nostrils bigger too. More alarming was his failure to grasp the cock he'd spent his twenty-something years with. Then when John reached further, inspecting his ears and the weirdness between his legs he was speechless. John's ears were wobbling because they were larger, more fleshy, and with tops that had pointed peaks that were still growing. But not as startling as the tiny nub of a penis he found. Or the lack of balls underneath. Replaced with some warm, wet, and wrinkled skin that, when touched, made John shiver from pointed ears to solid toes.

"What is happening? Is my head that out of it?" John wondered aloud as he grabbed and pulled the sheets from his body.

To his utter shock he wasn't quite the man he thought he was anymore. His penis may have felt hard but it was barely a recognizable couple of inches and shrinking of sensitive nerves. It was doing this atop fleshy folds that spread wider below his cock. A wet slit split his former scrotum to the sides as it made itself the opening for a new vagina. Relegating his testicles to melt into either side of it to become the labia of a new, not entirely human, cunt. Sitting up to see this all revealed John's white haired tail to him for the first time twitching between his legs. Seeing his toes merged and covered with a single, curving hoof-like mass was the cherry on top.

"I'm a... girl? And not just that, these parts, these ears, that... feeling. I'm freakin' transforming, aren't I? Oh I definitely am changing," concluded John the more he saw of himself. "Son of a-, I can't deal with, with, with this today. I have to leave for work in forty minutes!"

Transformation wasn't so unknown or entirely taboo in John's world with certain elixirs, potions, and other things that can induce transformative effects. Humans with animal features or full on anthropomorphic options could be achieved for a set period of time and were popular in certain circles. John himself had indulged twice before casually with friends with tails, ears, snouts, and somethings being the extent of it. But he'd never ventured into more physical changes and definitely not into swapping genders. The latter being far and away the bigger issues in John's eyes.

"Need to figure out what caused this and get it fixed fast and- Oh ugh, this headache. I need something for that first before I do anything. Can't tell the hangover ache from the transformation ache right now," John admitted while sitting up.

Getting out of bed was an ordeal all its own and required John to mind his tail and balance on half-formed hooves while trying not to move his head too abruptly. Standing wasn't easy but John could step carefully and manage. As he moved he could feel that his body was curvier around his hips and ass. Some rough, coarse patches on his legs shaded a chalky white were coming in steadily that he could see too but he'd get a better view of things in the bathroom.

John whinged at the light and then again at first sight of his drastically changed appearance in the full length mirror he had.

"Oh wow, this is... bad. Look at me! I got a tail and ears and my nose looks, horsey?" he posited, leaning his face closer to the mirror to confirm. The nose wasn't merely swollen but widened. Doing the same to the bridge of John's nose which melded with her upper lip into the increasingly more distinct equine snout. A trait his ears, tail, and thickening hooves filled as well. "Some kind of horse-hybrid then? Could be that but how hybrid is this going to go? It'll stop soon maybe" John asked the thoughtless magic that was working on him.

Going to the bathroom was a difficult thing to do but with how much he drank it had to happen. John balanced his buxom back end on the toilet then showered balancing on hooves in the wet. He wouldn't have risked it if he didn't have a hangover with work later. The lukewarm water was helping with his head and the general discomforts but feminine and horse features continued to alter his body.

Washing his hair brought the white, longer, more coarse hairs into his face and would brush against his shoulders by the time he stepped out to towel himself off. It came in thicker than his normal hair so it overtook and swamped his old brown color to all but a few strips when he was drying his hair. A similar thing happened to the fluff of hairs on the tail. They kept growing despite being soaked through. He felt it brushing against the back of his legs and briefly was on the floor. His feet elongated to become more of a horse's pastern being the reason. Also causing his bigger and pointier ears to hit the ceiling. A signal his shower had to be cut short.

John dried himself off carefully, having washed away the edges of his hangover. A small comfort with how his transformation had brought him nearer some kind of white haired mare. What previous experience he had was with transformation magic- that experience being a turn each with the ears, tail, and some facial features of a wolf and tiger. Both times in the company of friends experienced with such things- had been brief stints lasting barely an hour. The ways John's transformation was headed it was growing more doubtful he'd be himself again by the time he clocked in.

"Couldn't have gotten that much worse, right?" John asked himself at the sink. Both the full body and smaller mirror on his medicine cabinet above the sink had fogged over on account of John spending the last five minutes with water steaming hot. Wiping a clean spot revealed it had definitely kept going. The stark white long horse hair was so prevalent John had to frequently move it out of his eyes which themselves felt larger. His lashes along with other facial features had grown more feminine than they had horse. Only her curving nostrils and the darker flesh around them were notably different. John's jawline, eyes shape, brow, and fuller lips were more like a woman's of his age. Something he didn't know how to process. "Okay so it got worse. Crud," he sighed with an uncomfortable acceptance.

He kept drying his hair and found it moving slowly down the back of his neck. John gave up on getting his head or tail completely dry. His legs dried easier having come over almost completely in the rough, pale gray horse hide with only a few white hairs showing. Unable to reach his hooves with his hands while standing up John used his bath mat. John's eyes traced his hooves and the equine shape up to his knees where they become those of a curvy, voluptuous woman. Again he had to blush noticing his unfinished pussy fit in better than what he used to have.

A notion John wasn't sure how to process given he had never wanted a pussy. John couldn't resist the urge to move to the larger mirror to wipe away a waist high spot to check the progress between his legs. From the front he saw his penis dwindle to a still oversized, protruding clit and no sign of his testicles where there now were vaginal folds. John could feel the changes below surface level and didn't know how to process that either. There was a moist warmth with an ambiguous, fluctuating arousal there that tempted inspection from his hand but John pulled it back.

John went to leave the bathroom to avoid further distractions only to bump his forehead into the top of the door. Which in turn brought his hangover headache ringing back. He cursed and stomped his hoof on the floor without thinking. Making a clattering noise against the tile that managed to make his headache worse and embarrass him. Ducking on the second attempt, John walked as fast he could manage though his bedroom, grabbing his phone as he headed for the hallway. All the while feeling like his brain was bouncing around the inside of his skull.

Walking down the short hallway and through his living room to the attached kitchen John's head hurt the whole way. The next part of his hangover routine on a work day was to drink copious amounts of coffee and get something into his stomach. In the kitchen the floor was made with tiled patterns that muffled the clop of his hooves so it wasn't bothering John as he went about making his coffee. As he went long he thought again about what may have been the cause of his unexpected transformation. If John could figure that out he'd be closer to resolving it.

'Had to be something from last night. Someone could have spiked my drink with something. But I was with friends all night as far as I can remember so probably something else,' John thought to himself as he worked. 'That one time they had me try wolf it was with shots from some enchanted vodka bottle, maybe I did something similar? Maybe someone from last night has a better memory than I do.'

While his coffee maker worked John texted a couple of his friends, Jessica and Rory, who'd been at the party last night. Rory was the designated driver and had some experience with transformation so John hoped he could help. While he waited for a response and his oversized mug to fill John grabbed some medicine for his head from a cupboard and chugged it down with a glass of cold water. The meds for his headache and the water to hydrate. Though John hoped the chilled water would quench the throbbing heat radiating from his new cunt.

"Come on, come on," John urged his coffeemaker in a raspy voice. He tried to clear it with a few coughs but couldn't clear it as the coffee finished. John added a lot of sugar to it then sipped half the steaming drink down. The rest he sipped more slowly but could feel his body wake up from the shock of heat. His head was buzzing which was barely an improvement but John was happy for any relief. But with a clear head his immediate concerns were his ongoing transformation and whether or not he could make it to work. Checking his phone for the time, John tried and failed to clear his throat again. "This needs to stop soon or I'm going to have to call off. I'm already out of sick and vacation days for the year so I really, really don't want to miss out on the paycheck. I don't know any doctor who will write a script for... this."

John polished off the first cup, poured a second glass, and then got a second batch of coffee going since he felt he was going to need it today. During the process he became aware of mounds forming on his chest. Breasts more accurately. His nipples had been sore and puffy since the shower they'd grown since, shaping into A then a full B cup that John caught himself staring at his own budding cleavage. Not helped by his preferred phone position that had him looking in that direction. Seeing them fatten up more drove that needful tingle in his pussy again.

A reply from his friend Rory saved John from acting on strange urges with him helping to fill in a lot of blanks. Firstly was that the place they went, a joint called 'Lady Faye's Club Canavar', was known for its on tap transformative enchanted beers. Most of the party refrained from any of those drinks but the birthday boy and some of his close friends indulged in a few so, already drunk, John had joined in by ordering some 'girly sounding dark beer'. Rory and others had warned John but as the man was well aware, he was bold drunk and hard to dissuade from even an obviously bad idea. Rory admitted losing track of how many John had drank though the night as they weren't always together but when he drove and saw him normal assumed it had already happened and reverted. His parting piece advice was to visit the club when he could as they were 'used to that sort of thing'. The other friend collaborated Rory's story with admittedly less idea how much John had.

It didn't solve all John's problems but it gave some much needed clarity. "All the more reason not to drink," John reaffirmed to himself, wiping some hair from his face. Checking the hours of the place he was surprised to see them open twenty-four hours. There was no listed phone number or website but John did have the address. He'd still have to wait for the changes to abate first as far as he knew so his attention turned to breakfast and what to do with work.

'If this magic doesn't stop changing me in the next fifteen minutes then I'll just have to call off. Can try to say I'll be late but they hate that sort of thing. Can't tell them the real reason or even that I'm dying of hangover since I work for a bunch of prudes,' John thought as he searched his cupboards for food to cure the throbbing in his head. Oatmeal won out and John set about making breakfast. The transformation crawled on with a coat of white horse hair developing below his waist. Both pale hide and hair were spreading up his stomach and could feel the same on his back. With nothing else to do he set down his coffee and waited for his food or changes to stop. 'Whichever comes first, I don't care.'

Hunger and curing his headache were the outward reasons for John's urgency but they masked the more base instinct cause. A throbbing new clit, wet slit, and a need to be mounted then bred had John fighting a curious need for sexual release. He'd kept his hand at bay and waited for the water to boil but found his resistance faltering. With his soft, smaller feminine hand John slid two fingers over his slight belly and didn't stop until he hit it.

"Ooohhhhh ooOOoooOOoo! S-S-So s-s-sens-sitive," he barely managed to say between lusty, higher pitched moans. John's fingers rubbed over his clit and into already moist folds below. Every new inch tempted his fingers further. Soon his whole hand was curled under him, fingering. "Gotta, s-s-stop myself. But holy crap does it feel fucking amazing," John remarked with more control of his volume.

For the next few minutes John let himself get lost in the unexpected pleasures of his new, slightly equine pussy. He'd never experienced pleasure or arousal quite like this and was hooked. His boiling pot of water and new texts on his phone were ignored for the sake of focusing his feelings on masturbation. Not until John got himself so worked up that vaginal juices were leaking down the inside of his thick, horse hair covered equine thighs. Short of an orgasm the pleasure nonetheless was invigorating and cleared more of the hangover's ill effects. Allowing John to remove his wrinkled fingers from between his legs. Allowing him to bring his mind back to the actual world around him.

John tried to act normal again as he turned down the burner and poured in his oatmeal. He cleaned things up, got a bowl ready, had more coffee, and stirred to regain a sense of himself again. The bounce of his breasts the whole time did not help his concentration. Finishing the cooking John took his steaming hot bowl of oatmeal, added several large spoonfuls of brown sugar, and found an empty spot on the counter to eat it. John was forgoing the small kitchen table or his living room couch knowing he couldn't fit comfortably.

Leaning his tall, broadening frame over the counter, John checked his phone while waiting for his breakfast to cool. The blood drained from his already pale face when he saw the time. "How did almost twenty minutes go by? I wasn't playing with myself for that long, was I?" John agonized. "I'd have to eat, get somehow dressed, and leave for work in the next six minutes to even have a chance of making it. And these changes," he paused again, this time to feel the changes still working him over. "The enchantment is still working so I think I have to bite the bullet and call out. What excuse won't get my ass chewed out?" he wondered.

With so much going on John decided not to get fancy and play it sick. Figuring his rough, high pitched, and frequently cracking voice sounded bad enough to cover for him. John took a deep breath and dialed up his work. He got his boss's secretary hoping his boss would choose to come in late that day but that wasn't the case. Instead he was left waiting on hold for several minutes. When John felt his body getting tense from the wait he diffused some of it by returning a finger to his pussy. Helping him relax by the time his boss picked up.

"Hey, it's John. Yeah, I can't come in today," he told his boss through trembling lips. Happily from arousal rather than fear. John maintained that composure as his boss chewed him out in business speak a little bit until he was allowed to talk again. "I know I do. I'm just feeling kind of hoarse today. No, I'm not hungover. Just caught something. Should be better by tomorrow for sure. Yeah, I'm going to the pharmacy after I find something decent to wear. I'll- yes. I'll make sure it's still done by Friday. I can be a workhorse when I have to be," John playfully promised his boss while sliding more fingers into his cunt.

John endured a few more curt remarks then could end the call knowing he still would have a job tomorrow. With the day off too he'd just have to worry about when his changes would stop and how soon he could get back to normal. However at that moment he was more inclined to masturbate more, so he did.

Yet again John was more enamored in exploring the delicious feelings changing his gender had stoked than anything else. He knew by now that he would be changing more and without work looming he just let it happen. His legs had mostly transitioned physically into a horse's hind legs. This was also reflected in the shape his pelvis was reshaping to a mare's bearing. John's response was to turn around and bend over the counter as he played. Barreling of his chest was also making him readjust but didn't stop him fingering away.

"F-Fuck this is goooOOOood," John freely admitted in a moan. His muzzle was being pushed forward, stretching his face and drawing out his tongue and gums in the process. What effect that could have on his speech was a matter for afterwards. As would the subtle merging and southward migration of John's recently sprouted breasts. All because he had himself right at the edge of his first female climax. "Almost, almost... there," he gasped. His words roughly spoken until giving away to moans and John's first whinnies.

The quivering from the orgasm went on for a good two minutes. In that time gifting John with a new level of pleasure and euphoric release that truly left him panting for more. It felt like nothing could ruin John's high then his hangover reemerged to scrap at his brain and stomach again. So pulled himself together and grabbed his bowl of oatmeal.

'Hope it's cooled down enough,' he thought as he ate the first room temperature spoonful. 'Oh. Guess I was at it a little longer than I noticed. Who could blame me though because that was out of this world. If that's what a couple fingers could do, sign me up for the nearest stallion. I... oh gosh, am I lusting after a horse? And it's...'

John blushed seeing where his impulses were taking him then dug into his oatmeal trying to act like he'd cleared his head by masturbating. But he was fighting a mare's dreamy ambitions and John couldn't win that with his body's trajectory taking him deeper into horse life.

His oatmeal was gobbled down in a hurry and the bowl licked clean using the new equine tongue sliding around John's mouth. Deciding what to do next came down to more masturbating or the responsible thing: going to Club Canavar and resolving his nagging issue. John really was tempted to just go into his bedroom and finger himself. It gnawed at him when he did return to his bedroom but it was to dig up any clothes he could wear to try and conceal himself so his changes weren't obvious to the one or two people walking by at that early hour.

The outfit John put together looked terrible and he knew it. After checking to see none of his neighbors were about, he scampered out, uncovered hooves clomping as he did, and locked his door as quickly as he could. Then made for the back stairs wearing wind pants that stopped midway down John's cannons, meaning his feet were uncovered as even socks were not working. Then his largest hoodie stretched over his barreled chest but didn't come low enough to cover the pinking leathery udder her breasts had merged to become. That's why John had a hockey jersey on top of that which still failed to completely hide the udder. It was close enough though. Just like the hoodie that barely reached his head and mostly just kept John's fluffing mane in line. He looked ridiculous but as long as no one thought he was a mare then as long as he reached his car unscathed John ignored fashion.

Descending the concrete stairwell in hooves made an unavoidable racket that John's clumsy steps were making worse. He reached the bottom in one piece but was dealing with his clothing getting more constrictive with how his body continued to grow. It was just partly dawn with a barely risen sun when John stumbled out of the door towards the parking lot. John spotted some neighbors also heading to their cars for work while others got their kids ready for the school bus. So he put his head down and cut across the scrumptious looking grass to his sedan.

"No, no, no, no! I need my fingers to keep working for at least a little longer," John pleaded with his transformation again as this time it was thwarting his attempts to take out his keys. Then when he dug them out he proceeded to drop them. Resisting the urge to stomp and draw unwanted attention, John squatted down and grabbed his keys. Ripping the seat of his pants open and doing similar to the sides of his hoodie. "Ignore it, just get in the car," he told himself to keep from getting flustered.

Calming down helped in getting the door open and led to the issue of cramming himself into the driver's seat. Pushing and reclining his seat all the way back and bending his legs is what it took to accommodate his new figure. Starting the car and working the pedals was its own adventure when his body was growing by the second. John reassured himself it wasn't that far and that the roads were more rural in that direction so he could make it. Somehow.

John drove out of the parking lot and onto the road having to tilt his head into the passenger seat thanks to his long face obstructing all of his view. 'I feel ridiculous. No one to blame but drunk John. Again,' he reminded himself when his neck was getting sore. Longer too as John noticed when his ears were bumping into the passenger window. Making every turn disorientating and adding to John's woes. Barely a mile driven and he was outgrowing the seat and the car. Halfway to the club his seat collapses, forcing an emergency stop that was all handbrake and prayers.

The inglorious exit from his car in a cloud of tire smoke was John crawling out of the passenger side door on his stomach. Shedding his ripped pants in the process of ending up in a dry, grassy ditch. He pulled out of the ditch then tried to stand but his hindquarters and shoulders weren't having it. When he could do it after a few more attempts he tried not to sweat it.

'The way things were going I guess I shouldn't be surprised I'm all fours. I'm so close too. Should be just over this hill,' a shaky armed John recalled. He'd pulled over just shy of a hill crest he remembered from the drive there. 'I can make it if I hurry. Hope they have a way to understand me because I'm not sure I can do words anymore.'

To test that he tried to say his name but wheezing, coughing, strained whinnies were it. John kept at it anyway to amuse himself on the trudge up the rest of the hill. Things were slow going because either hand was undergoing a transformation into hooves. Some fingers swelled into what would be hooves and others merged or became part of the rest of the hoof. Everything between fingers tips and shoulders was stretching too which was no help. John surprised himself by willing his changes on so he could move without issue again. There was something about the position that felt natural though the further along he went.

At the top of the hill John could see Club Canavar's neon sign lit up and folks milling about outside. John's tail flicked happily while he saw the finish line. A sight for sore eyes with the unintended consequence of stirring up some hangover headcase. 'Guess my body remembers this place. Did they always have a barn behind the bar?' John thought as he shuffled forward down the hill. But was caught by surprise when a proper whinny came from his right. There he saw a beautiful gray stallion staring right at him on the other side of a wooden fence. It was unexpected but after the initial shock the sight of another horse calmed John. The horse was acting very friendly and concerned about him but it was the smell that John picked up coming off the stallion that drew the former man off the road, through the ditch, and to the fence. 'Nice to see a friendly face, boy,' John greeted mentally when the two touched wet noses.

The two traded nuzzles and licks through the fence. With a little effort and coaxing from the gray horse, John squeezed his body through the wide rungs of the fence. It did strike the man as odd that he felt so strongly that he had to be on the other side of the fence. Helped as well by the stallion tugging him by the hoodie. The horse continued tugging at it after John was through in order to relieve him of all his clothing. That's when John peaked under his new friend and saw a monster of a penis sliding from a sizable sheath.

'That's why you smell so... good. You're a very, very big boy,' thought John as he stared. It's mottled gray coloring and beefy testicles stirred his mare juices in ways his fingers could never match. He watched the horse toss the last scraps of hoodie off him, followed by him clearly sizing the strange looking mare he smelled. John's transformation was at the stage where he looked like an undersized, malnourished mare rather than a man transfigured. He willed himself to fill out more to satisfy the virile stallion circling; as if waiting for John to finish too. 'Can't believe I'm doing this but this need in me... I need, I want to let this happen. It's just a little horseplay.'

John's body filled out rapidly from there either by will or the spell's natural flow. The why clearly didn't mind to the stallion enjoying the view of the mare's ass round out and spreading fully. With a full coat of brilliant white and a few shakes of his new body John had fully converted to a gorgeous young filly.

For his initial act as a mare John indulged the instinctual lust that had lured his body through the fence. Barely situated he fumbled his hind legs to a braced stance then lifted his tail. It all came perfectly natural to the man who'd never so much as pet a horse in his suburban upbringing. He must have done something right since he soon found himself being mounted. That got his heart racing and mare pussy dripping wet in time for John's new friend with benefits' horse cock to penetrate on just his second attempt.

'So that's what a stallion feels like. And it keeps going, and going...' John reveled as the horse slid in every inch he could. It stretched her in ways that would have curled his toes if he had any. Successive thrusts lubed the stallion's dick so it could thrust faster and deeper. Both were given over to their desires to breed like horses do. Paying no mind to any passing cars as they did they deed. And when the stallion orgasm struck, filling the petite mare under him, John would have quit his job there and then to try his luck at being a broodmare. 'I could get used to this,' he mused to himself after the stallion dismounted.

The next hour for John was passed in the stallion's company. They would mate repeatedly whenever the stallion was recharged for another round. John was ready and willing each time. Between those spurts they'd graze and drift nearer and nearer the Club proper. Rather than come in the front door it was the stallion leading the mare's he'd broken in to the barn John had spied behind the building from the hill. When they did, the stallion began acting oddly. Then as the doors opened and a man and woman exited it dawned on John that the stallion he'd been enjoying had been a man once too.

John watched the stallion return to the form of a handsome middle aged man in front of him. The man and woman had been workers; the man carrying a bag that had clothes for the former stallion while the other puzzled over who the mare was.

That riddle would take a few phone calls and a review of security footage to unravel but John's identity and situation did come to light later that afternoon. The club's owner. Lady Faye herself, came down from her office to see the man off who'd played the role of stallion in John's earlier unbridled passions. They overlooked the small pen where John the mare was having a supper of water and vegetables.

"Bartender shouldn't have let her- sorry. Shouldn't have let him have that many of my Mare-do-well Stouts in one night. Poor man drank himself at least a week of marehood. Usually if they go all the way like that we're in the know so it's controlled like your evening was, Mr. Larson. Don't worry, we've let his friends know and we'll keep him here until he's back to his old self. This one will drink a lot more responsibly next time I bet," remarked Faye, the violet haired proprietor.

"Can't help but feel sorry for him. Sounds like he didn't know what he got himself into with that new brew of yours. I certainly found it rather potent," smirked the man as he finished buttoning up his dress shirt. "Wish I could take a week as a stallion but I'm never in town more than a night and then it's off on some red eye flight across the world. Work comes first for me sadly," he admitted truthfully.

Faye nodded and crossed her arms. "That's my life too. Was for the mare too but when I called their workplace the man I talked to, his boss, informed me the man would be terminated by the end of the day. No use telling him until he's back to his old self again. Intentional or not, he seems pretty happy right now," Faye said of John.

"He really does. I like to think I'm part of the reason," the man gloated facetiously. He then finished changing and when shaking Faye's hand passed her his business card. "Give that to the mare with my compliments. If they need a job I'm sure I can find another position they can fill."

"That's kind of you. I'll pass that along when the time comes. You have a safe trip to the airport, Senator," Faye smiled at the man affixing a flag pin to his lapel.

"Always do. See you next month. The mare too if he's interested," the man said in parting. Then got into his waiting limo and left. Faye followed and it was John alone again with his mareness.

'A week's not so bad. Bet I can talk to my boss and sort this out with enough apology emails and groveling. Not that I want to rush it,' John idly thought while munching feed.

He had no interest in the man the stallion truly was. Watching other horses, all heavy drinkers, gallop around the larger pasture is what John cared about most now. John would be moved there within the hour, making new friends, most also with benefits, and making the best of an unexpectedly great situation. Not knowing when to stop what supposed to be the lesson John took from the experience rather than the one he did: sometimes a hangover is totally worth it.