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Jacob turned around in the mirror and frowned so that the pale gold of his eye brows furrowed in an unattractive way as he regarded himself and, more importantly, his costume. The young man licked his lips and shifted his weight so that he felt a hundred tiny gears minute tubes shifting inside of the costumes legs so that they bent more naturally. His lower body was securely fastened into what looked like a jet black horse's haunches and legs. It was complete all the way down to a snow pair of socks that disappeared into grey hooves. He could feel his legs uncomfortably bound and wrapped in the material so that they were secured in braces that would allow him to lift his legs and the horse leg lifted naturally. It was beautifully done, wonderfully done, ingeniously done and it offended every bit of pride that he had.

The costume was supposed to be that of a satyr, at least that's what he asked Neil, his lover, to make for him. He wanted to come to the masquerade dressed as a lustful creature of mythology set to woo and taunt those around him into a merry tryst. Instead, he had been offered a form similar to a satyrs, but based upon a horse. He balled his fingers up slightly and forced them smooth as he ran his hand along his bare chest and stomach. It was a subtle jab at the argument he and his lover had had nearly a week ago. The older man had declared he was a horse's ass and should go away until he learned how to behave himself.

_And now he's made me appear as one. Damn him! _ Jacob's frown returned and he fought not to fling the costume off, dress himself and leave.

He wasn't unpopular among the upper nobility despite the fact he was little more than a third cousin to a lord near Wales. He looked at his face in the mirror and his lips twitched a little bit. No he wasn't unpopular at all. He had features fit to break a woman's heart, well, a woman's heart if he was at all interested in such things. He had more interest in their husbands then he did in them and that made for an entertaining life. Even his lover, Neil, had a wife and three children though they were seldom seen in polite society. He kept them on a quiet estate while he ran his lands with an iron fist. That's what had attracted Jacob when they had first become lovers. That's what had made him find a way to be invited to one of the little gatherings so he could introduce himself properly.

The idea of someone who led such a private and quiet life made him curious and made him want to know what was behind the mask. It was a thirst for something different, something fresh, something new. Something that could fill him with that rush of love and lust mingled together. The other lovers he had had were men who were settled. They were men who were married and lived on their estates so he had been relegated to a filthy little secret in the dark. Among their own society it had been open, but he wasn't allowed to be casual in their homes. He wasn't allowed to slip into a study nude and teasing when he felt the mood. Neil had been quiet, private and lived alone. It had filled him with ideas on how their relationship might be. He had wanted to know what the freedom of living in a home alone with a lover would be like.

He knew that he would never become a lord or hold land of his own, but that didn't mean he had to live on a pittance of an allowance and join the royal army in an attempt to make ends meet. No, he only had to find a benefactor who was interested in his sort and slip in to make himself invaluable. He had first learned it with a rather attractive grey haired lord who had hired him on a 'secretary' and paid him in gifts and more money than he could reasonably spend. From there he had learned to hop from bed to bed, lord to lord, and take advantage of them. He never stayed long enough for the old lover to really sour, he wasn't in the business of letting himself be discarded. Instead, he timed his exits to make it appear as if the lord was at fault and then he would move on to wealthier hunting ground. Or at least, that was the excuse he gave himself.

When he was alone, when he was unable to distract himself from his thoughts by wealth and amusements, he found thoughts reach the surface that made him uncomfortable. Here, he had all too much time to think of those thoughts. He wanted love. He wanted to be consumed by it, filled with it, flooded with it. Wealth, a comfortable life, presents, those were lovely things and they helped fill the hole, but they weren't what he wanted. He wanted to walk arm and arm with a man unashamed. He wanted his love to not be a dirty secret or hidden behind the façade of a servant. He wanted things that made his heart ache when he allowed himself to think of them, feel them. He wanted the impossible, the moon and the stars. And the trail of lovers he left were never perfect, never what he wanted. They always hurt him in the end. They always hid him. Neil was the latest among them.

The older man was nice enough and even had a lovely body and rather talented form, but he wasn't nearly as generous as Jacob had planned on him being. Oh, he had money true enough, but there were no elaborate gifts except for improvements to his wardrobe. He could wheedle and beg for a night at the opera, but they always returned to the dreary little estate where he was forced to spend his days trying to amuse himself. As of late, they had started to quarrel and the arguments had begun to take a sharper turn with insults flying. Yet, Jacob could still tumble the man into bed with a certain look and wipe the argument away. His body and what he could do with it ensured that he could make that happen. But it was empty. He was still being hidden away and the other man even refused to allow him to move into the estate. He wasn't even given a servants room.

_I'm not even good enough to be treated like a servant. _ Jacob thought bitterly and closed his eyes against the pain that he buried again. He didn't want to acknowledge that pain. He drew in a breath and looked in the mirror to distract himself.

The young man gave his head a shake so that his pale gold hair fell down around his face to frame it. He smiled to himself and ran his fingers along his favorite asset. Even the straightest man had to agree his hair was as soft and lovely as any girls. It was his best feature and, even in the damned horse outfit, he had plans to make sure that left this masquerade with a new benefactor and lover. It was a party strictly limited to men that shared similar interests. One of the few places that they could exchange commentary with one another, meet young men new to the scene and show off new lovers. He intended to make sure that all eyes were on him despite the ridiculous outfit.

It was time to leave Neil to his own devices. The man could just take pleasure in his wife for a while; he certainly wouldn't be able to coax anyone as lovely as Jacob into his bed. Even the boys who whored on the street corners expected better pay for their services. He had stayed longer then he assumed he would, but it was hard to give up the dream he had made for himself. It was hard to watch his hopes shattered under the refusal to go into public, to allow him to live here, to be treated like a lover should. But now was the time, he was still young enough to attract someone worthy of him. If they couldn't love him as he wished to be loved, if they couldn't acknowledge him as he yearned for, he would be paid for it. If was forced to be a whore to ensure that he was fed, he would make sure that they paid his fee. And Neil wasn't even doing that.

"Even a stud horse is offered more.." Jacob drawled to himself in the mirror and shifted to one side to pluck up a dark black blouse that had been made specifically for such an occasion.

As he slipped it on he had to crouch in the costumes lower body and felt the gears shifting and faintly heard them clattering. They weren't loud, not really, and they were drowned out by the faint hollow clop of the hooves against the ground. Neil was a genius when it came to designing costumes and the realistic hind quarters were done in exquisite detail. It even had faux musculature beneath the hide so that it seemed to ripple. And if he moved a certain way the tail flagged and swished behind him. Everything was absolutely correct, all the way down the heavy sheath that hugged against his lower belly. The pendulous orbs swayed back and forth and looked ripe and full of promise. Oh trust Neil to ensure that it was entirely accurate in every way. Finding a man to look upon him with favor would be entirely too easy.

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Lord Nelson William Grantworth IV, or Neil as he preferred to be called, stood with one hand resting lightly on the banister of the stairs and watched as people flowed towards the illuminated ball room. It had taken him most of the last two months to design costumes worthy of the people that came here and he was pleased to see them decked out so perfectly. He had loved every moment of sewing, cutting and bedecking the costumes. It was a low born hobby, but one his father hadn't ever succeeded in breaking out of him. Costumes and men, the two things his father hadn't been able to get him to leave alone. Not that it mattered, the old man had run afoul of the wrong person decades ago and left his lands wide open for his oldest son. Now he could behave as he wished.

"Neil, this is perfectly lovely! How do you find the time to work on these little projects?" A man, wearing a vulpine mask topped with tapered dark ears, stopped beside him and flashed a sly smile.

The man was dressed in a rusty orange frock coat over a set of smooth leather pants that were tucked into perfectly black boots. The color was beaded with subtle designs that mimicked fur flowing over the coat. He never used real fur if he could help it and the effect made him look more unearthly. The suggestion of a fox was there and the eyes caught it so that it was more artwork then a pale imitation of the reality. His black gloved hand was curled around another man who wore a similar outfit, though it was patterned after a long eared hair. If fit him perfectly and marked them as a couple. Neil grinned slowly and licked his lips with a flick of his tongue.

"I do little else except my hobby, my dear. It is my one indulgence and it was my pleasure to gift you all with a costume for coming to his little masquerade." He gave a slight bow and lifted his top hat slightly as he smiled. A smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"No, I would not have missed this. Not for anything." The fox-man spoke with a hint of a growl beneath his words and the hand tightened around his partner. "I hope the entertainment is as enjoyable as you promised."

"I assure you, my lord. It will be all that and more." Neil answered smoothly and waved the couple away with one leather clad hand.

Unlike the rest of his guests he hadn't indulged in a costume that mimicked a tree or mythological creature or animal, he was dressed in a parody of a riding outfit. The tight pants clung to his hips and loins, but were hidden from midthigh downwards by long gleaming leather boots. His shirt was tucked neatly into the waist band while he wore a bright red jacket that was beaded with leaping horses and figures in the midst of a hunt. The froth of lacey material along his throat was held down by a silver stick pin in the shape of a horse's hoof and he carried a gleaming riding crop in one hand. It wouldn't have been comfortable to wear this for actual riding, but for tonight? Oh yes, for tonight it would be worth it. Tonight it would be worth being the one obviously in charge.

He stepped away from the stairs and into the crowd with a shake of his head. He only had himself to blame. His father had warned him repeatedly that his family line didn't marry for love, they married for heirs. Their bloodline was valuable and their secrets tightly held to their breasts so that any wife was carefully secluded in a lovely home of her own. She was encouraged to have visitors, yes, and she was given all that she needed, but she wasn't a part of day to day life. He was the one that managed the estates from another home entirely and returned to her on extended visits to know his children and father more. His wife was a mousy woman with a quiet manner about her and rarely asked about what he was doing or why he was gone so often. That suited him perfectly. And it would have suited him perfectly if it hadn't been for where his real lusts laid.

Men. Jacob was as pretty as they came with full kissable lips and golden hair like an angel. He had a lovely toned body and a knowing sinful smile. The young man had stepped into his life and happily rearranged the world to what he wanted or, at least, he had tried to. Neil had enjoyed the attentions at first, his loins had enjoyed them, but as time went by Jacob became less and less of a pleasurable entertainment and more of a problem. The lad wanted to go out to operas or go to a night on the town. He pressed to be allowed to live in the estate. He pressed for things that Neil could never, would never, allow. Men were for a pleasurable past time and bit of fun, they were not kept like wives. He was tired of the game and tired of the pressure. He was tired of it all. He was tired of Jacob acting like a horse's ass every time he refused the boy's questions about moving into the estate. Well, tonight they would see a horse's ass in truth. And he would deserve every last bit of punishment for what he had done.

"Well good evening, lover." A drawling voice came from behind as he heard the tell tail clop of horse hooves. "Were you waiting for me to escort you? Of course you were, you so rarely take us out that you must long to be at my side."

The cruel words spilled with an innocent tone from the kissable soft lips. Neil straightened and turned slightly with the smile fixed on his face. The slender man walked towards him gracefully on the horse legs and the tail swishing behind him. The gleaming black shirt clung to his body, but the neck was unlaced to show the paleness of his chest. His pale blue eyes danced merrily as he tilted his head to one side and put a sway to his steps. He knew how lovely he looked and he was showing off, mocking his lover. Neil's smile grew broader and he extended one gloved hand towards the man he had thought he loved. Had been convinced he loved.

"Of course, I plan to have you at my side this evening and every evening." He murmured politely as he tucked the lad's hand under his arm. And he meant each and every word.

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For the first time in his life Jacob was put out, annoyed, angry and unwanted. The young man stood to one side of the table of drinks and glared balefully out at the dancing masquerade. He wanted to kick something, to curse or snarl his anger. His night was coming undone and it had started to do so from the moment they had clopped in the room of guests. Each of the guests were dressed in outfits made by their host and they were lovely, but they were paired up by the patterns. The fox and the rabbit, a dryad and a satyr, a falcon and mouse, a hundred creatures paraded about gracefully and seemed immersed in each other no matter how he tried to charm them into conversation. It was infuriating him to the point that he had retired away from Neil entirely and leaned up against the wall.

This was supposed to be where he was able to snag up a fine mark that would lead him on a lovely whirlwind romance filled with drink and desire. Something that would warm his body and loins, but he wasn't being offered that. He was being rebuffed, politely in many cases, or with a bit of outrage on the submissive partner's side. It was maddening! Every time he had attended one of these parties there had been men looking for someone to lure home with them, but this appeared to be a couples only gathering which made him suspicious. And he knew exactly who to be suspicious at. He turned his head and glared towards Neil who was talking with someone dressed as a sleek looking wolf complete with a thick tail and movable jaw. He seemed to be enjoying himself, enjoying himself!

He set this up. Damn him, he knew that I would use this to try and leave him and now he's chatting up everyone as if it's a big joke. Jacob turned his head away and gave himself a shake that sent the costume's tail swishing back and forth.

"That's a sour face, boy." A low growling voice made him jerk his head up and to the side. A friendly and lively looking otter's mask peered at him and it didn't match the deep growling voice.

"It's a lonely face, sir. So many people laugh and gather together and I find myself quite left alone." He spoke with a slight lilt to his voice and even pushed out his lower lip in a playful pout. "I suppose my costume is not as lovely as other people have."

"Oh? I was under the impression that this masquerade was for you especially." The otter tilted his head and the human eye that peered out was a deep brown. "And you're not alone, I see your.... Friend waving at you."

"Oh?" Jacob glanced back to see Neil's hand lifted before the long legged man started walking towards him. Damnit. He wouldn't have time to properly chat up the man. "Some friends need reassurance until it leaves one tired and wishing for a more... companionable fellow to share time and talk with."

"Jacob!" Neil's voice was raised up and Jacob mentally cursed again to himself. He'd lose his chance at finding someone for the evening.

"Well, that seems a shame doesn't it? How difficult to be so.. bothered." The otter said the last word with a bite to it and Jacob glanced back towards him. But the otter was already turning away and it was too late to try and extract a name from him.

"What do you need?" Jacob snapped at Neil in a low voice when his soon to be ex lover came to a stop near by and a smile lingered on his lips.

"You're a part of the show, my dear horse's ass and I'm not going to keep these people waiting." Neil flicked a riding crop out slightly and Jacob frowned.

"I'm not putting on a show. This is a ball, no one expects anything except for good music, food and company." He stepped back and heard his hoof clack against the ground.

"Maybe for most people, but it's Halloween. What a night to have a bit of a show and I promise, you shall not have to do anything except listen to my direction. It won't be hard and it'll thrill them." Neil's riding crop tapped against Jacob's shoulder lightly. "Or don't you want to be seen?"

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In the span of a few words Neil knew he had Jacob. He had watched the golden haired young man looking about the dance floor with an angry expression on his face as he found no one worth picking up. The frustration was obvious as he turned his head this way and that. Anyone who knew him would know that he was trying to pick up someone and for the first time in his life was finding himself snubbed. That's exactly what Neil wanted. The men here had been invited for a reason. They were all men that he had found through carefully worded questions and discrete meetings. England wasn't so large that it could hold a secret forever and men of their tastes smaller still.

Jacob had ruined several of these men thoroughly. He had used them for their money and life style and left them heart broken or penniless as a result. He had had affairs with others, purposefully destroying healthier relationships that they had held with their wives. He behaved just the way a brat that had been brought up in the edges of wealth thought he should. Entitled and willing to allow himself to hop into beds without any regard as to emotions except his own. He always was drawn in with the promise that he understood a relationship with another man was what it was. An agreement for pleasure between them. In the end he tried to demand more. He tried to demand everything.

Men are for enjoying themselves. Women are for romance. The brat seems to think that he deserves the same treatment as a woman. Worse he demands they leave their wives for him. Does he understand nothing of our positions?! Neil stared back at the handsome angelic looking man. The story was always the same, the boy bolted only a few months after pressing for something inappropriate. And only after he had gotten some sort of wealth after it. How dare he treat us as if we are buying him as a whore! He gets a job, he gets to be among his betters!

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It was time to teach him a lesson that wouldn't be forgotten. It was time to remove him from their society where he could harm them. It was time for the men here to see the person that had hurt them pay them in full. Of course, the men here thought it was all illusion and hypnotism. They thought it was all smoke and mirrors and a simple night of humiliation.

Jacob is mine. _ Neil thought darkly as he led his lover towards the stage. _I will be damned if he leaves me to go to another. I will be damned if he humiliates me.

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"My lords! It has reached the witching hour and midnight hangs heavy around us! It has been my pleasure to see you dancing here and see so many enjoy my meager costumes." He gave a self deprecating smile and dipped his head down a little. "I have always loved creating and you have brought my creations to life. You have been the animals of the wood and the myths of the pagans. You have danced and cavorted in wild abandon, but I have been a poor host to you. I have offered you no entertainment except for music."

"What are you doing?" Jacob hissed in his ear through gritted teeth and a forced smile. "Just tell me what you're planning."

Jacob wouldn't leave. Not when he had a chance to impress a room full of men. Or at least, what he assumed were available men. He liked to be in the spotlight. He liked to catch their eyes. The path he had carved out was plain to someone who bothered to find out about it. And he was about to pay the price in full for his whims.

"Why, my dear, we shall give them a show. Look upon him, gentleman, look upon our fine stallion. Our prize stud! How many a 'mare' has he ridden to exhaustion, how many has he flagged his tail to." Neil stepped back and gestured with the hand with the riding crop. "He shall be our entertainment tonight, my lords! Won't you, my lovely stallion?"

"I.. what are you talking about?" Jacob's eyes wavered slightly and the look was almost pained.

"Confusion? Doubt? These are not the attributes of the noble equine. I see I shall have to teach you that you should be more then just a horse's ass, you should behave as a horse. A creature of dignity and worth to bow his head to his master." Neil felt a rush of powerful as he spoke the words and flicked his fingers to slip something out of his sleeve.

It was only sleight of hand, but the crowd let out an appreciative sound as if he had managed a magical feat. They hadn't seen magic yet. He held the silver coin up so that it caught the light. Even the slight tarnish of age didn't stop it from reflecting back the candle light so that it cast a glow over his lover's features. That lovely face that had earned a place in his bed. Damn the boy, damn him for using his looks to make a mockery of him. Anger stirred in his breast as he blew out a breath and shifted the coin so that Jacob's eyes followed it. The anger in them grew as Neil drew on his blood line, his magic, the secret that had made his family a force to be reckoned with. With a soft whispered word he flung the coin up so that the metal rang with a single pure note and it flashed bright enough to cast shadows.

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Jacob wanted to storm off the center stage and leave Neil behind after publically flinging him away. What was the man doing? The drawling talk wasn't like the quiet man he had come to know. The man he knew was thoughtful and contemplative. Oh he could give into the fires of lust and love, but most of the time he acted half distracted about the world around him. Once upon a time, Jacob had loved that about him. Loved the slightly otherworldly look in his eyes and the way the man spoke with a slow drawl when he did speak. Now it was another annoyance, another way to avoid him. Another reason that he knew that this was over. He balled his fists up and sucked in a breath as he prepared to snap out a retort, but it never left his lips.

The coin flashed as it danced up into the air and he followed it automatically. The ringing sound suddenly snapped into his mind as a clear silver bell that rippled through his heart, his soul, his very being. It sang through his mind in a way that left him gasping for air, but his eyes never left the glittering light as the coin dropped back down. The coin became his world and the sound of it ringing centered him as his pupils dilated and spread open wider. He couldn't seem to pull his gaze away or even think as it dropped down into the gloved hand with a soft sound. The silver light reflected back at him, muted now, but he still stared at it. He couldn't look away, he didn't want to look away. He needed to watch it! Something about it made him relax his muscles and his eye lids drooped slightly and blurred his vision.

"What a handsome stallion we have here... You are lovely, you know that don't you, Jacob?" Neil's voice was a soft murmur that made him blink his eyes slowly. The words echoed in his ears. "You see, my lords, our horse is beneath my control. He is mine. But I have called him a stallion and I believe that you all will realize the truth. You are not a stallion, are you Jacob?" The leather tipped crop touched up just beneath his chin and brushed it. "Answer me."

"No, not a stallion." Jacob spoke and the words were slurred as he tried to keep the coin in view. Everything had slowed down and the words that Neil said reverberated through his mind. He couldn't make himself think enough to even ask what was happening.

"No, you are not a stallion. You are a colt. A wicked ill-tempered colt who has broken too many fences and ruined too many farms because he did not get his way." Neil's riding crop brushed back and forth against his throat and he swallowed roughly. "Gentlemen, you have been injured by his willfulness, his wicked ways. I offered you a show tonight and our show shall be this ill tempered colt being put beneath our heel where he belongs. Look, colt, look and see the men you eyed so avidly. The men who you thought of as your next victims."

_They were never victims! _ Jacob screamed in his own mind, but he dragged his eyes away from the coin to stare at the men unmasking themselves.

He stared into a sea of faces that he recognized. Some faces as those he had tumbled into bed for a night, others he had stayed with for months waiting and trying to push for a position of love. Trying to find love. The ache that he hid so deep, that he tried to even keep away from himself made him flinch as they stared at him with cool amusement. Dozens of them, dozens of men who had given him no reason to stay and no reason to try and make it work. They had all but driven him away! It wasn't his fault, it wasn't.

"Such panic on your face..." Neil's hand moved and stroked along one of his bare arms, "Such horrible panic I see there. Could it be that you are scared that you have been found out? These men took you in off the streets, they offered you a comfortable life and you shunned them and cast them away. Why should they not wish to see you put in your place?"

"Please.." He got the word out with a gasp before the hand on his shoulder gripped beneath his chin and forced him to to look Neil eye to eye.

"You are not a human. You are not one of us. You are not made for man kind." The words seared themselves on his soul, his mind, his heart. "You are a horse. You are meant to be ridden and to stud those who are set to you. You are nothing but a horse. A creature of the field and stable. A creature who obeys his masters."

Jacob wanted to scream out and yank away from what was being said, but he couldn't. He had to hold still as the words burned through his mind and body. A horse. He was nothing but a horse. A horse. The word brought with it the sharp scent of equine and fresh hay. He could almost hear a whickering noise as his body shuddered under the words and the hand on his chin left him. His eyes glazed and he lowered his head downwards. His breathing came short and hard as he tried to struggle through to speak, but he was locked and trapped. The words echoed through his soul and gave him no room to dispute him. Horse. He was a horse. To be ridden and to stud. A horse...

"You see, my lords, a talented hypnotist can offer... a certain force to ensure obedience. And Jacob will be most obedient to the hand that trains him." Neil stepped away and the riding crop suddenly slipped out and brushed down his back. "On all fours, horse, do not rear up it is unnatural. Terribly unnatural and uncomfortable for you."

With the words Jacob felt an ache in his back as his legs trembled to hold him up. He muscles twitched and twinged with protest on how he was holding himself it seemed the most natural thing in the world to drop down. His hands hit the ground at an awkward pose that pushed his ass up into the air. The angle was humiliating and his cheeks burned, but he couldn't stop himself as he swallowed roughly and lifted his head up. His nostrils flared a little as he watched Neil, and when his shoulder was stroked with a gentle caress of the finger tips. They smoothed their way over the shirt and trailed towards his back. It was almost tender, affectionate, but it wasn't the touch of a lover. He was being stroked the way a man stroked his horse or dog. A possessive lingering touch.

The heat flared to life on his cheeks and he stared at the ground while his legs started to shake. It wasn't just the touch that was embarrassing, but the sudden eruption of pleasure he felt from it. It felt as if he had done something good, something that he should be proud of. He wanted to lean into the touch to make the most of it. Even as his treacherous mind thought of it, his body did it. He shifted to one side and pressed against the fingers. He wanted them to stroke him again, to let him know that he was doing something right. It was humiliating, but he couldn't stop the warm emotions they evoked or the fact he wanted more of them.

"Ahh there will be time for that later, for now. Step forward, boy! Go on, let's see you trot for the crowd. Trot and lift your legs high when you do." The hand on his shoulder slipped down and suddenly slapped right against his hip.

The costume should have cushioned the feel of the fingers, after all it was thick with the gears that made the legs move like a horse's legs, it didn't cushion it at all though. He felt the impact with a warm heat that spread in the shape of a hand as he startled forward and started to lift his legs upwards. It was easier with his legs, the hooves lifted up high and clopped back down showily so that the crowd started to whistle out approval. He could see the upraised eyes gleaming with amusement at his predicament as he tried to get his hands to lift up higher. It was awkward to manage, especially when his palms kept slapping roughly against the ground. But he still tried. God he still tried and he didn't know why he wanted so badly to obey.

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Neil watched as Jacob trotted around the stage. The suit was perfect and specially designed for him. The haunches were perfectly balanced as the hind legs lifted, but his lover's chest was too low to the ground and it made it awkward as he pranced about. He even had lifted his dark red face up as he tried to keep the balance. The humiliation was there plain on his face for everyone to see. The same humiliation that they had felt when he left them for another. It was about time that he suffered some of what they suffered. He didn't think anyone in the crowd he had invited had willfully cast the boy aside. So many that they could fill a room when added to their current companions. So many left behind and it made it all the sweeter to hear their whistles and shouts.

"Now a pretty little cantor across the stage! Come now, pick up those hooves!" Neil called out as Jacob trotted by and snapped out with the riding crop to clap against the haunches hard enough he heard the slap of leather on the hide.

Jacob let out a squeal as if he had felt the pain and lurched forward. Of course he had felt the pain. The costume wasn't just a collection of gears, leather and latex. It was a carefully made construction that was mostly made by magic and tuned to the boy. It had started the moment he put it on and the material was starting to grow and change him. If he was left alone it would still change him, but it would take weeks if not months to make him into what Neil had in mind. But the more he acted the horse, the more the costume would become a part of him. He could feel the magic on the air hum and quiver as the costumed lad launched himself forward with a clatter of hooves.

"Now gentlemen, we can't forget that not all horses are lovely little beasts made to be hunters or pull elegant carriages.." He walked in front of the stage and kept one eye on the crowd as Jacob awkwardly tried to obey. His body jerking and twitching as the tail swished behind him. "That would be for high bred stallions from noble lines. Now our lad here," He gestured with his riding crop. "He is of a fine line, but far far back. He barely has enough noble blood to make him worthy of being in our crowd."

Jacob came to a stop near him and was shaking, quivering, blowing out hot breaths with his eyes rolled up so that spill of golden hair covered the front of his face. His shirt was skewed awkwardly and Neil gave his head a shake as he stepped to one side and reached down to yank the material. The seams tore as he pulled and used a frugal bit of magic to help it tear cleanly so he revealed the trim bare body to the room at large before he started to speak again. He moved one hand to glide down the familiar bare spine with a feather light touch.

"As I was saying, he has a fine noble line, but it is far removed from him. He is like a mule. A noble horse bred to a low bred donkey to make us this beast. Don't you agree?" He tilted his head and heard a rippling of laughter. "It would truly make him a horse's ass, wouldn't it? Even more so then he is right now. So let us crown our mule the way he deserves!"

Oh yes, crown him with what he deserves. I can feel the magic building. How long before he's turned enough? I'm sure I can block their memories or cloud them enough to make sure they only think they saw what I'm going to do... The thought trailed off as Neil dropped his hand down to pull a specially made addition to the costume.

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Jacob wanted to squeal and fight. He wanted to buck and twist and kick. He wasn't a mule! His nostrils flared open wide and he threw his head back to get his hair out of his eyes. His breath came in short pants from his run as he glared up at Neil who was making such accusations. What hold did the man have on him when he couldn't even argue? He couldn't get his lips to make any words, instead he felt strangely comfortable on all fours despite how awkward it was. And more disturbing, he felt extremely comfortable with the feel of the costume and his covered legs. They moved so swiftly and gracefully that he flowed with them, while he stumbled over his hands. It was like the only part of his body he recognized was his haunches.

Haunches that were starting to feel all too real to him. He felt warm and could almost feel the breeze cool along the hide of the hind legs. He could feel his legs in the costume, but it was faint. Almost like they were falling asleep, despite the fact that he could move his legs without faltering. The slap of the crop against his ass had stung. It had nearly brought tears to his eyes as he ran around the room at a ridiculous gallop. And most humiliating of all, he had felt his sheath swaying and swinging under him and the balls jostling between his legs. They weren't real, but the feel of being so, so exposed. It was worse on all fours, it felt wrong. It felt like he was being treated like a real animal. He wasn't an animal! At least, he didn't think so...

"Here we go, my fine mule. You'll be a fitting one for the crowd now." Neil mocked him and dropped his hands down to show off what he had pulled out.

The crowd let out raucous laughter as they got a good look at it. It looked like some odd bridle, but not one to slip over a broad nosed horse, instead it held a pair of cheek bands, a round head stall and a smaller band that looked like it might wrap over the nose and beneath the chin. The scent of leather came off it, as if it were still new, and the buckles gleamed silver in the light. It even held a rubber looking bit between two silver hoops and that was bad. But not as bad as what crowned the head band. A set of long black rubber ears jutted up towards rounded points. They were perked forward and were perfectly made to resemble a pair of long mule ears. He jerked his head up and a soft finger brushed beneath his chin so he immediately lifted his head up.

Oh god, he's not going to.. The thought was stopped as the buckles were undone neatly and the leather straps pulled up and over his head.

Comments from the crowd started as he trembled all the way down to his wildly swishing tail. The edges of the hairs caught against his haunches as he felt the bands dig in along his cheeks and the swaying ears weigh them down. He wanted to shake his head and throw the thing off, but he couldn't. He could only hold still as it was buckled in and the scent of leather and rubber assaulted his nose. He almost didn't realize that he could feel the edge of his tail brushing his hind legs and the fact he was twitching muscles he KNEW he didn't have to make it move back and forth. The thought sent a spasm of fear through him as Neil shoved the rubber bit between his lips and teeth. The taste of it was sharp and unpleasant as it pinned his tongue down flat and held his lips open. What was happening to him?!

"Pl-heeeheeeeheeeee" The words started out right, but the whinny spilled out high pitched and ended in a squeal as the last buckle was tightened on his head.

"Oh dear, such a loud thing." Neil drawled the words out and rubbed along his cheek. The gentle touch was enough that his body responded to it. Jacob wanted to sob as he rubbed against the touch and tried to coax it higher along his hair. "I think our prize has been too long without a 'mare' to enjoy, hmm?"

"That boy has never been without a 'mare' for more then a night!" A loud voice called out to the laughter of all. "He'd hump a haybale if it held still!"

The laughter grew around him and tears pricked his eyes and Jacob swallowed roughly, but the bit made it hard. A bit of drool escaped the corner of his mouth as the stroking hand stopped and clipped a rein to either side of the bit. He stared up miserably as the long leather leads were tugged slightly so he stepped forward and was led towards the edge of the stage. He wanted to bolt, and he even threw his head up against the bridle. He didn't want to go near them! They were loud, they were laughing and the scent of them filled his nostrils.

He didn't know why he did it, he never could say why, his mind was flowing with thoughts that were more on par with an animal then his own. He squealed out and reared up on his haunches. He didn't stand as he had earlier, he pushed his weight onto the slender legs and pulled his arms up to try and strike out with his hands at nothing. He twisted his head against the lead and lashed his tail. It was a wild attempt to escape, but not a man's attempt. He fought the bit and reins like a horse being led towards something he feared. He tried to recall he was a man and to use his finger to undo the bridle, but the idea didn't make sense to what was in control. He squealed and twisted against the reins until a soft voice started to murmur.

"Easy, old son, easy on, there's a lad, Easy easy..." Neil's voice dropped from the angry drawl to a soft soothing voice. His hand moved up and gripped close to the bit so that Jacob's head was forced down. He snorted and shuddered as he dropped to all fours again and started to tremble.

This is wrong, all wrong! He wailed in his mind, but that didn't stop it from happening.

Neil spoke softly, in nonsense phrases. What a good lad he was being, wasn't he looking sharp in his new bridle? The fingers stroked against his cheek gently and moved up towards his ears with a feather light caress that felt so, so good. He still trembled and dimly was aware that something was wrong with his legs. Something was wrong with the costume. He couldn't feel the braces that should have wrapped around his legs. He couldn't feel the uncomfortable heat of the costume. He couldn't feel his feet at all. It felt strange, but he didn't care, he just wanted the comforting tender words whispered in his ear. He dropped his head and started to relax into them as they fingers caressed down his neck and curled along his bare shoulder.

"That's my fine lad, so nervous, so scared. It's alright, that's right.." He didn't even notice Neil guiding him so he stood with his side facing the crowd. It didn't matter, god, nothing mattered but that voice and as long as it talked it was alright. "There's a boy. Just nervy is all, so long since you've been properly tended..."

Words. Simple words. Words meant to sooth an animal and Jacob dropped his head down and relaxed into them and the gentle feel of the fingers. It was alright, because the voice said it was alright. The voice was making it alright. They stroked along the curve of his belly and chest. It didn't matter that his legs felt wrong, why did he care? All he cared about was the gentle caresses that trailed over him and the hands that gripped the reins just under his chin. He knew that he was being stared at, but he kept his attention on the stroking fingers. He shifted and automatically lifted one leg up so he could rest it and just the tip of his hoof touched the ground. He didn't even stir when the fingers caressed over his gleaming black hind leg. Didn't realize he shouldn't be able to feel the fingers touching there.

The fingers trailed along the hind leg and brushed lightly just along the edge of it where the front joined his belly. The fur was thinner there and made him shiver slightly. "Good lad, that's right, just relax. You want to feel good, you know how to feel good. Everyone would love to see just how good you feel, hmm?" Neil murmured and the fingers curled and stroked between his hind legs.

Jacob wanted to groan out as the gloved hand stroked between his haunches brushed against his lower belly, but... it wasn't just brushing against his lower belly. He pulled against the hold on the reins and rolled his eyes slightly as the fingers spread over a warm fleshy pouch beneath his stomach that had not been there. The light touch spread outwards and massaged against it lightly, not painfully, but tenderly as the murmured words continued in his ear. He trembled and chewed around the bit nervously, he even knew that a slight foam was forming at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care. It was such a strange sensation, pleasurable and odd as the finger rubbed higher and then pulled lower. It was like nothing he'd experienced just from having his belly rubbed.

He didn't realize what was happening, not at first, not until the crowd started to react and he caught sight out of the corner of his eyes. The sheath that had been so correct on the costume wasn't just a placeholder. Something thick and belled oozed out of it and pushed the skin open as it dropped towards the ground. The fingers that rubbed him didn't miss a beat, they dropped down to cup the glans and welcomed it as Jacob twisted his head and stared in horror at what was happening beneath him. He wanted to panic and run, but his mind was locked in place. Part of him was yammering in terror, the rest was edging into a pleasure as the fingers rubbed over the thick fleshy edge and wrapped around the mottled pink and black girth that spilled towards the ground.

He'd seen stallion's before and he'd seen what they had and what he was watching was a cock equal to them on his body. It gorged and swelled as his body reacted to the strokes that moved up towards the base and travelled all the way to the head. It made his hips rock forward and he whickered out. The sound spilled from his lips easily as he was nearly quivering on the edge of raw need. It was so sensitive. So incredibly sensitive and the fingers stroked back down to his tip as it started to grow plumper and formed an arc beneath him. The covered thumb brushed right over the opening and he jerked forward. The muscles along his lower belly tightened until the cock swung up to slap against his bare chest. He could feel the spire, warm and meaty, as it hit and splattered him with slimy precum. It was his cock, his cock, not a costumed cock. He could feel each touch.

"Do you see our lad now? See how he is exactly what he has played at, an animal with base desires to be controlled by a knowing master.." Neil's voice whispered out and Jacob shuddered as his hand wrapped around his cock tip. "Who wants to see our naughty stallion show us all how needy he is?"

A rolling murmur of eagerness spread through the room and Jacob wanted to squeal out, he tried to scream out for them to stop it, to stop tormenting him. The words never got out. Instead Neil's laughter was low and wicked before the hand pumped slowly around the tip of his cock. The fingers put pressure around the tip and he let out a soft short cry as his haunches lunged forward. The base thickened and hardened so that it swung up to try and slap against his chest, but his master held it down. The firm grip wasn't rough, it was smooth as a splatter of thick slippery precum was flung out of the tip again and he started to prance his hind legs. His eyes rolled a bit and flashed white as he felt a need that over ran every casual fuck he'd ever had. Every heated moment. It was a primal need that flowed over his mind.

Mares and hot wet confines. Eager walls that would clutch around him and the feel of a neck beneath his teeth. It flashed through his mind, not in words, but in images that left him prancing and lunging forward into his hand. He drove his mottled cock through the hand and the grip on his reins dropped away. He didn't try to get away, not when the other hand moved to help the first. He snorted and threw his head up as he drove forward again. The mottled cock drove through the fingers and splattered the back of his hands with thick dribbles of precum. The hot raw scent of horse filled the air as his master pushed his hands up and over the medial ring and then down around his cock. He went wild, he lost control of himself.

He arched his back up and dropped his head as he started to thrust with short hard movements. His long silken tail flagged up high as he heard the harsh clopping noises of his hooves on the ground as he drove himself forward with powerful thrusts. The hands rubbed and stroked. The spread that slippery hot precum over the head of his sensitive cock so that he was pushing through it over and over again. When the fingers wrapped around the head and pulled along the fleshy edges he grunted out and threw his weight harder forward. He pushed his forelegs in front of him to brace himself so he didn't stumble out of the hold. He tried to flatten his ears back, but only felt a moment of frustration when his ears didn't listen.

The sound of a crowd murmuring grew around him, but he didn't care about the humans. All that mattered was the way the hands started to pump up and down faster and hard over his mottled girth. He coated them with his musk and scent while he lunged forward and his cock was achingly hard. The hands let him brush against his own belly as he arched his back up harder and let out a groaning noise when the fingers trailed all the way to his base before moving back to his tip. His sensitive tip, that seemed to send electric sparks flaring through him. He no longer cared he was nude, that his puckered dark ass was flashing the room as his tail flicked up higher. He was power and masculinity, he was a stallion!

As the hands started to pump in short hard grips he curled his lips back and let out a whickering cry while he tried to keep up with them. The bluntness of his tip grew more and more sensitive as it spread open wider and wider. It swelled as the pleasure grew and the fingers started to wrap and pull around it, almost as if they were trying to suckle it. He could hear his master's short hard pants beside him, smell the male musk and that added to arousal. He squeezed his eyes shut and started to push forward as his heavy leathery balls drew up between his haunches. A shudder ran from nose to tail while his cock flared entirely open and his urethra jutted forward.

Jacob squealed out, a wild high pitched noise as the first flex of his cock pulsed and forced up a hot thick rush of seed from his flared tip. He felt a moments of confusion that no milking walls wrapped around him, only the fingers that rubbed along his medial ring and slipped away from his cock tip. It didn't matter, he was over the edge. The thick slimy seed splattered up against his bare arms and chest in hot ropes that clung in strands against him. He humped against the air desperately as he grunted and snorted out with animalistic noises that came from deep in his throat. The cock throbbed and swayed under him as the thick hot seed gave way to something thicker that drooled out in goopy strands to puddle on the stage beneath him.

"Oh my, it seems our fine lad is quite the eager one.." Neil's voice was a bit breathy and the wet slimy gloved hand moved up to slap him on the haunch.

Applause, shouts, whistles and howls broke out through the crowd as Jacob dropped his head. Neil, spoke and Jacob didn't listen, he dropped his head as low as he could. He could see beneath him as the flared cock swayed and softened beneath his belly. The spread tip was so large, so wide, it would be wider then his spread palm. A thick dribble oozed out of the tip as the flesh wrinkled and pulled upwards while it edged towards his sheath. It was his cock, that mottled monsterous thing was his cock. A tremor ran through him and he splayed his forelegs...

ARMS! MY GOD BE DAMNED ARMS! He screamed to himself and swallowed. His mouth dry around the bit.

For a moment, oh such a moment, in the midst of feeling the hand jerking him off in front of a room full of his former lovers, he had forgotten. He had forgotten he was human entirely. He had forgotten he wasn't a horse and stallion in truth, not just acting like one. He had forgotten who Neil was. He had only known his master and the heat of his need as he humped into the hand as if he were mounting something. His legs splayed open wider as he braced himself and looked around the room blankly. What was happening to him? What was Neil doing to him?

"Who would like to taste our fine lad here? Who would like to touch his prized stallionhood?" Neil drawled the words out and one slimy hand gripped the reins. The scent of horse musk thick on them as Jacob jerked his head up. "We have until daylight comes to make sure that he knows his place. Daylight and all illusions fade away..."

Jacob stared up at his lover with horror on his eyes and couldn't speak to defend himself. He could only swallow around the rubber bit and feel the froth at the corners of his lips. Morning and all illusions fade away. Morning and he could flee with whatever dignity he could find. Oh god, he had only wanted to be loved. He'd only wanted to be cared for. He didn't deserve this!

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The sound of the birds chittering and twittering and the noises of horses snorting and the dull thud of hooves against the ground stirred Jacob from his sleep. It was hard to think at first as he listened to the normal noises going on around him and he frowned a bit. For the span of a heart beat he thought that he had gotten horribly drunk and somehow passed out in the stables. Again. It wouldn't be the first time after all and it probably wouldn't be the last time either. In fact, he was pretty sure he'd done it quite a few times at this point. It made him shift and move a bit to see if he was at least sleeping on his jacket, but the movements stopped him. He had meant to move his hand out to feel around, but instead his head had stretched out. Jacob jerked awake and stared down at himself, but even before his eyes opened he remembered.

He stared down at his haunches, the gleaming black haunches that were curled up with the hind legs tucked tight beneath his belly. The hooves were neatly tucked away and his long black tail spilled out along the crisp golden straw. It was a perfectly lovely horse's hind end, except it was his. The memories of the night before filled him and he trembled slightly as he recalled being on stage and prancing, trotting and not just the first time. Neil's fingers had worked him up again and again, and once he was hard and throbbing against his belly he had been forced to trot about with his head held up high and whickering like a horse. As they mocked him. Laughed at him. Teased him. He shivered his skin slightly and started to push himself up onto his hands and hind legs. How had this happened?

The moment he lurched to his feet he realized that more had changed then he had originally realized. His hands planted firmly down, but he could get them to lift higher then his elbow before they refused to go higher up. It wasn't that they were incapable, his mind wouldn't allow them. Some part of his mind, the part in control, only knew that his arm should only lift that high unless he was stretching it forward and away from him. But that wasn't the thing that bothered him, what did bother him was that as he stood a tumble of dark black hair spilled into his eyes and he gave a shake of his head. It spilled forward again, like a forelock, between his eyes and tickled against his nose. He tried to jerk his head to one side to get rid of it, but he couldn't.

He had always had blonde hair, fine and gleaming golden in the light. He loved it, it was his best feature, but as he twisted his head about, he could feel long hair spilling where it should not spill. He couldn't turn his neck around like what he wanted, but that didn't stop him from stepping towards the water trough and still water to try and look. As he moved, he realized that he moved more smoothly. His body wasn't being awkward like it had on the stage. There it had been so strange. Part of him had known that he was moving just the way he had always moved when on his hands and feet like that. The rest of him had thought he should be able to lift his hands up in a showy trot and didn't understand why his hips were in the air. Now, he felt level. He felt secure and sure footed as he walked over to the trough and peered down at it.

The water wasn't as good as a mirror, but it was enough. His hair had grown and it had grown long and strangely. It didn't part down the middle neatly and form loose curls. It was smooth and gleaming as it hung straight and grew to one side of his neck so that it formed a mane. A horse's mane. It made him shiver and he swallowed roughly. The after taste of rubber was still on his tongue as he stepped away from the water and turned to one side. He had to crane his head to one side so that he could see properly and even then it was too hard to get a clear look. But from what he saw, his body was no longer right. His body was no longer what he wanted to see when he peered into water. His chest wasn't slender and smooth and flat. It had grown. It had bulged and swelled!

Jacob let out a low moan and looked down between his arms and saw the barrel chest that should have been on a horse! It was smooth skinned, yes, but the hide from the 'costume' had crept closer towards his nipples and the entire shape was wrong. It looked like a horse's body with a man's arm and head slapped onto it more then just a costume that was supposed to make him look like a satyr. He lashed his tail and the long strands snapped in the air while he tried to look around the loose box stall. It was disturbing, profoundly disturbing and it sickened him. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted to find a way to peel of the damned costume and leave. He had thought Neil at least had some affection for him, even if that affection wasn't love! Why would he do this?

He never loved me. None of them did. They acted like I was one of them, but I'm not. And now they're doing this to humiliate me. He thought to himself and stilled his nervous fidgeting. He could only hope that he wasn't forgotten here. Eventually someone would come and let him leave. They couldn't keep him here. It was kidnapping and they weren't above the law.

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"Damned disturbing. Sorry, m'lord, I do know you worked hard for the little how. But it was just disturbing. Like one of those freak shows." The nervous man tugged at his vest and pulled out his pocket watch to nervously check the time. "Should be going, must be going. Do take care. Lovely party, yes, lovely."

Neil smiled and made the appropriate responses to the nervous man. He was the last of the large group to leave. Many of the revelers had chosen to stay in his holding over night since the party had lasted long into the night and it allowed them to have time with their own partners. The group was divided between two types. The first were like the lord he had just sent away, a bit disgusted and disturbed at his memories of the show. They weren't clear, mind you, he was clever enough to make sure everyone had muddled memories. None of them remembered that the shaft bobbing beneath the stallion had been real or that the Jacob had been changed. No, they didn't remember that, but they were still unsettled. That made up the largest portion who had left with hurried good byes that didn't really bother Neil in the least bit. He had given them their reward, humiliated Jacob and that's what the party was for.

The second group, the second group had promise. Only six gentlemen had shown something other than disgust at the human faced horse. They had been intrigued by it and even aroused by the sight. They were the ones that had gone onto the stage to stroke and touch while Jacob shuddered and humped the air. They were the ones that had offered a few suggestions for their common work horse. It had been amusing enough that Neil had carefully removed the worst of his clouding from their minds. He had plans for them. He wanted them to be clear eyed and able to cope with what was going to be shown and offered to them. It wasn't just a chance to see a human-horse hybrid, but a chance to see a mind carefully molded.

Father would smack me. Actually, Father would beat me black and blue for even thinking this. Neil shook his head as he stepped off his walk and moved towards the stables. There's a reason I don't keep my wife here. And this is it. You get too damned emotionally involved.

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And was emotionally involved in this. He was outraged and that outrage was fueled by the stories of the men he had tracked down. They had spoken of his lover in ways that had made him bristle and had tried his patience as the party came close. He had known that Jacob was practiced, but so many men. So many beds he'd hoped into and out of. It was infuriating. He wasn't thinking clearly and he knew it, but part of him didn't care. It felt so good to do something for once that wasn't a matter of business. He was using his magic recklessly and eventually it would bite him back, but for now he didn't care. As long as he was able to make sure that the man paid, he didn't care. As long as he didn't have to suffer seeing Jacob in the arms of another.

It wasn't until he heard a faint tearing noise that he realized he was warping his top hat and had torn a hole in the seam. He let out a growl and forced his hands to relax and cleared his mind as best he could. For now, he would have to set one of his stablemen to take care of the beast until he had talked to the men in the house. They would need to know what he was doing and why. It would be a bit of a stretch to take them into his confidence, but the story was so outrageous he had faith they wouldn't let it slip. Even if they did, the world would only see a horse once he set the spell firmly in place so it would cast an active illusion. They wouldn't see a person at all. And when he was done with the boy, there wouldn't be a human last behind in mind either.

"Tom! Tom come here a moment!" He whistled sharply as he saw the muscled man pushing the cart of dirty straw towards the midden.

"Yessir?" Tom gave a little tug of his hat as he dropped the handles of the barrow and walked towards Neil with a pleasant expression.

The man wasn't young, but he wasn't old. Nor was he all that smart when it came right down to it. He wasn't a hard worker either. Oh he could manage it now and again, but he rarely did more than the bare basics. But that wasn't why Neil had hired him. He had hired the man from another estate of a practicing magician because the man knew magic. He had been born around it and served families with it. Neil could summon up a dragon and the man would probably tug his cap and keep on doing what he was supposed to. It made him invaluable, especially right now.

"You've seen the new beast?" Neil gestured towards the end of the stables with one hand. "I had him put in one of the last stables."

"Yes, sir. I've seen 'em. Funny critter that." The man furrowed his brow slightly. "Gave 'em water, no feed since I wasn't sure, did I do right?"

"Yes, that'll be fine. When he wakes up I want you to see to him. He'll need shoes on his hind hooves first of all and a new bridle. The one last night was lovely for the party, but not a working one. I'll send one down to you." Neil trailed off as his mind worked swiftly. "Also, make sure you give him a good feed of the grain we keep for the plow horses. And the stall is to be mucked out."

"Not the sweet feed?" The man furrowed his heavy set brow again. "Not sure he'll like that, sir..."

"No, not the sweet feed. He's not to get that. It's for our bloodstock, not for a common beast like that." Neil paused again and then smiled. "His name will be Sooty I think. A fine name, don't you think?"

"Aye sir, well I'll see to it. New shoes, new bridle coming, give 'em a feed, clean out the stall." He bobbed his head with each command. Neil could trust him to remember. He was truly invaluable.

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"Heya Sooty, ol' fellow. Heya pretty boy." The dim witted, foolish, low brow ape of a man grinned broadly as he spoke and held out what looked like a withered carrot in his hand. Jacob wanted to bite his hand off.

The moment the man had walked in Jacob realized that more then just his body shape had changed. His body size had changed. His head was larger, his hands were massive. They could have wrapped all the way around the grooms hand if he could have only made them work. Frustrating, that's what it was. He stood there glowering and tried to stick to his feelings of anger rather then thinking about what it was like to be so large. He was the size of a horse. A real horse. His haunches would have looked fine on just about anything in the stable except for a human forebody. It was almost a relief he still had a human face and hands, except they didn't behave right. They were like a costume over a horse instead of real.

He could barely move his fingers. He had seen an apes hands once and saw the strange even fingers that didn't work right and that's how they were. It made him shudder to look down at himself. He finally just concentrated his rage on the man that stood there with the withered carrot in one hand and was advancing. The human part of him was all for biting the hand, kicking the man and getting the hell out of the stall. The horse half, which was utterly in control didn't care. Horse half. It wasn't the horse half, it was himself, but his thinking was fogged over and reacted wrong. The sight of the carrot and words were soothing and welcoming. He hadn't eaten all morning after all, and it would be something at least.

Jacob realized what was happening even as he lifted his head up and gave a little shiver of his haunches. He was being coaxed forward. The groom didn't take a step further into the stall, he remained standing at the open door and kept his hand up like a silent peace offering. An offering that made his stomach cramp a bit in reminder that he was hungry and even if the carrot didn't look like much, it was better then what he had. And what he had was hay. A pile of hay in the corner that was obviously meant for him to eat. He'd snubbed it entirely. He wasn't a real animal and there was no way he was going to munch hay like it was food because it sure as hell wasn't real food. He stomped a hind hoof and that just brought him back to his current problem of being hungry. It was a battle he lost.

He dropped his head and his nose brushed against the palm before he used his lips to pluck up the entire carrot and set it between his teeth. If he had had a horse's face it might have been easier, but he didn't. Instead he was trying to deal with the carrot in his mouth and didn't have the room for the entire vegetable. Bits and pieces fell down to the ground, and he tried to be embarrassed, but the sweet fleshed root made it hard to linger on that. It was the first food he'd had since yesterday afternoon and despite the slightly withered state it tasted better then he thought it would. He swallowed down each and every bit that he could find and even dropped his head in an attempt to get at the bits that had dropped. And, more importantly, to the bucket of dried grain that the man had dropped at his feet.

He started to drop down before he could stop himself. It was just the way he thought, his mind wanted something more to eat and the carrots were lost in the straw, but the grain was right there. He was horrified, but his body didn't listen. And was made worse by the fact his neck wasn't the shape it should be. It was far too short on the equine body, so he had to fold his arms and drop his entire upper body to push his head towards the bucket. The groom's laughter stung, but it didn't stop him from plunging his flat face into the bucket and crunching up a few bits of the dry grain. It tasted horrible and clung to his tongue, but he couldn't stop himself once he had started. God he was so horribly hungry and he started to inhale the grain as fast as he could suck it in. He was so absorbed with trying to fill his newly enlarge stomach that he didn't realize the position that he had put himself in until it was too late. It was a position that the groom had seemed to purposely put him in.

Two hands dropped down and he rolled his eyes up to look at the dull faced man and caught the flash of something in his hands. At first, he thought it was the bridle from last night with the damned donkey ears again, but as it was brought down he realized it wasn't. His eyes bulged slightly as he took in the contraption held in the hands. It gleamed like a pair of newly polished boots and the bright buckles were almost cheerful against all the black, but it wasn't the newness that caught his eye, but the shape. It was made of rubbery latex and carefully molded into the shape of a heavy looking horse's muzzle and broad head. A snippet of white trailed along the bridge of the nose and spread to a white star in the center of it. The detail lovely to look upon and that's when it hit him.

Oh god, Neil made it. He made something else for the costume. He thought frantically, but he couldn't get up in time.

He had a glimpse of the back of the hood and the lacings that were loosened so it could slip over he head and the set of perked ears, but that was it. The hood slipped up and over his head so that his next breath was hot against the material. It blew back at him and smelled sweetly of carrots as the groom gave a firm shove that popped it into place. His lips nearly bruised as they hit against a rubber bar in the suit. It pinned right up against his lips and made him jerk his head to one side, but the hood was only tugged harder down. He could feel it pinching and the eye holes were nearly in view as he gave his head a shake. It was too much!

He lurched upwards, but that only shoved his head harder into the hood and the pinching bar hit hard enough that he let out a muffled noise before the rubber bit that had been designed inside of the mask slipped into place. The hood settled into place as a heavy weight over head that left him peering out of the eye holes while the groom fastened it into place. The view he had was strangely blocked, he couldn't quite see anything except the large bridge of the muzzle and a flash of the stall. The sound of his own breathing was loud, so terribly loud, as he tried to look around the room by twisting his head from one side and then to the other. When he tried to spread his mouth around the bit, the jaws of the mask opened and gave him a flash of light. Gears and small metal tubes flexed beneath the carefully formed head to make it more lifelike.

"Now lad, don't you go tossin' your head me." The groom was almost cheerful and suddenly there was a tug on the hood. It wasn't a tug to settle it, but a tug forward and Jacob caught sight of a lead attached to a halter that had been lost in the shiny flash of the hood. "C'mon, Sooty, time to get your hooves done up, eh?"

Jacob wanted to wail that he didn't want anything done to his hooves or anything else, but he couldn't manage even that. He dug his teeth into the bit and stepped out as calmly as any horse to be led out of his stall. The sounds weren't right as he stepped onto the cobble stones and he winced as his bare fingers and palms touched the slightly damp slimy stones. The slap of his hands were loud, but not as loud as the clop of his hind hooves as he was led out of the barn and past the rows of stalls and the horses that peered out at him. He couldn't really see them, the hood made everything hard to see as the material gave him a limited view to either side. A horse's view. Strangely, that didn't panic him. It felt natural and it helped keep him calm as he was led to a place that smelled hotly of fire.

"There we go, m'lad, get you all nice and shod." The groom tied off the lead and clipped another one to the other side of the hood. The cross tie limited Jacob as he snorted out hotly. Shod? His hands?!

The changed man was set to panic. He was ready to make a bolt for it, but the man didn't come for his hands. Instead the fingers trailed down to his haunches and gave one leg a hearty pat with the flat of the hand before moving to grip the ankle. Jacob frowned and tried to flatten ears he didn't have as he shifted his weight to rest more firmly on that hoof. He wasn't going to be handled like this! The groom, however, was more knowledgable about horses, and even not horses it seemed, as he didn't try to force it. Instead he moved his shoulder and gave a sudden push against the upper portion of the leg. The shove was hard and swift so that Jacob let out a muffled noise and shifted his legs automatically so he didn't trip. It was enough.

His hind leg was hauled up into the air and the hoof lifted up off the ground so that it was cupped in the groom's hand. Jacob tried to twist his head around the snarl at the man, but the groom didn't seem to care. Instead he heard, more then felt, the scrape of a blade along the outside of the hoof. The steady feel of it tugging and pulling around the edges. It was disturbing in that he knew it was happening, he could feel slight tugs, he could even imagine it, but he couldn't feel it. The most he felt was a bit of pressure now and then as the man started to shape and use a sharp hooked hoof knife to run around the edge where there was the faintest ragged edge. He sucked in a breath and fought not to yank his hoof away, not with the knife so close.

"I see our latest acquisition is getting shod." Neil's drawling voice made Jacob jerk his head up high and he twisted his head around. "I'm sorry I don't have a better bit of horse flesh to show off, but he's the one out at the moment. Though I do hold quite a number of lovely horses in the stable for you to enjoy."

"Oh he's not as bad as all that. A bit blocky looking and not too graceful, but I'm sure he was worth the price..." Another voice answered with amusement and Jacob trembled.

He was so distracted he didn't even realize what was happening behind him. Not until a hand gave his hip a slap and he realized he could drop his hoof down. He set it down and twisted his head about until he could see better and what he saw was not comforting. Neil made a comment about the stable and gestured to a group of six men to follow him. They didn't do more then give him a few looks as they passed by. They didn't say anything except compliment Neil as they went through to the stable. And through it all he allowed his other leg to be picked up and seated between the groom's legs so that it could be trimmed and shaped properly.

"There we go, Sooty!" The groom slapped his rump cheek. "Just need to get the shoes on you and you'll be set eh? Going to pull the Master's plow? Sure you are, old fellow. Such a big handsome lad!"

The voice continued to chatter on, heedless of the fact Jacob felt his stomach knotting up as the group passed out of sight. He didn't know what to do, all he knew was that he was horrified that this was happening at all!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Neil smiled a bit at the group as he made a show of showing them the back portion of the stable and the four large loose stalls that held his studs. Two were lovely high bred hunters made for show and their spirits; one was a stallion directly from a military line and a war horse, and the fourth a shire so big he towered over the rest. A placid enough farm beast. Made to pull plows and breed the mares who would carry the future of his kind.

"Now, gentlemen, I do believe that Aaron has won our draw.." He stopped and grinned over at the fresh faced lad who had his arm tucked into a man that looked his own age, but far better dressed. "Though I'm sorry that we couldn't let you have one of the true studs, I'm sure you'll make the best of the situation."

The young man grinned and flushed a little bit in pleasure at the embarrassment at the words. His tongue darted out to lick swiftly over his lips. "I think it will be most... enlightening.."

"Mmm you do have a fine stable, though I'm more impressed by the lovely mask you have on Jacob.." The man turned around to peer behind them.

"Sooty, his name is Sooty." Neil flashed a smile, "And that's what we'll call him and treat him as. Whatever you knew him as, remember what I said. He is a beast and you cannot forget it. As I explained, my magic is made both of belief and of manipulating the world."

"So, as long as... Sooty believes that he's a horse and this is happening he will be?" The man frowned a bit to himself. "Though I never expected the changes that I saw today, I hardly believed them."

"The animal instincts that he's been given will slowly start to overcome his mind. Last night I made him believe that he's a horse, but still himself. He knows he's human when he really thinks about it, but deep down he's a horse. He'll react as one and bringing him to that bestial mind will help lock him in the form." Neil let the words trail off as he heard hammer blows outside and he saw his former lover staring back as the shoes were hammered into place. "If he were strong enough of will he might be able to break free and my magic would slip away, but I doubt he is."

"So, your offer to allow one of us to enjoy him in a more.. biblical sense is because it'll help make him think he's a horse?" Robert gave a slow smile, one that showed what he must have been like as a younger man. "Wouldn't it be better to let him at a mare?"

"Oh no, I won't let my stock near him. He was never one of us. He was always low born and he used that position to leech away money and power from us. He used it to make demands upon us. He won't touch one of my mares." Neil let a slow hard smile form on the edges of his lips as he felt a stirring of anger. "But I'll ensure that he'll be mounting Aaron, not because he's attracted to the boy, who is quite lovely, but because he can't stop himself. His body will betray him and force him into it. And that act, that moment of orgasm when he isn't thinking at all like a man, will lock him in that form. Forever."

~ ~ * ~ ~

Jacob dropped his final hoof heavily and felt the metal click against the ground. It was heavy, so heavy on his hooves. He had to work to pick it up and drop it down again experimentally. It felt so strange, and worse he had been forced to feel his hoof burned by the white hot shoe before it was hammered into place. The groom had been full of 'good lad' and 'steady on old boy' and so many other little words that were supposed to calm him. At first he had just wanted to cry, he wanted nothing more then to sob out his humiliation and fear that somehow this was all some strange trick and he was really having the shoes driven into his foot. There was always that chance, and he had nearly driven himself frantic imagining the nails driving into his tender flesh. But they hadn't.

When his second hoof was done he felt calmer and a bit more sure of himself. Well, not just that, but the soft encouraging words made him lift his head up a bit more and relax into the steady drone of how well he'd behaved and how good he'd been. He even let his head drop a little bit while he imagined how good it would be if the man would only stroke him right at the apex of his hip. He itched so much there! That itch was what helped draw his mind into a relaxed state. It made him want to lean against the warm human body to see if he could get a pat or at least some attention. The more he leaned, the more the man told him to be easy. The soothing voice murmured nonsense at him as he let out a muffled whicker in the hood. It wasn't until he dropped his hoof that he realized he'd started to slip deeper as he had last night.

Jacob shook his hooded head back and forth roughly to try and clear it. The weight of the thing rubbed along his cheeks and caught against his hair in places it just shouldn't, like his neck. Each time he felt as if he was able to control himself and remember exactly who he was, he found something that was pulling him back under into the mind of a beast. The simple words and actions of being treated like an animal helped ensure he reacted like one. It wasn't as if he was being forced into it, it was just that his mind recognized what was going on and embraced it. It was terrifying and made him start to shake as the groom's hand moved up to stroke along his bare shoulder. He shifted a bit and felt the weight of the shoes on his hooves as they lifted and dropped back down with a hollow clop.

"Tom, did you get the beast shod finally?" Neil's cheerful voice called out and Jacob tensed up slightly and threw his head up.

"That I did, not a problem at all. He's a fine fellow, aren't you, boy?" The hand on his shoulder gave an affectionate slap. "Figured I'd turn him loose in the pasture to get used to them. He doesn't seem to like them much."

"Let's not baby the horse, Tom." Neil came into view and Jacob's body trembled slightly at the sight of his former lover.

It wasn't the heart break that he felt at not being lovers anymore, but a deep fear of who and what the man he had been sleeping with was. He controlled something that was far out his realm of understanding. He had made things happen that shouldn't be a reality, just shouldn't be a reality. He swallowed roughly and his lips shifted around the bit so that he felt the mask's mouth shifting as well. It took every bit of courage in him to make sure that he didn't bolt, or at least try to bolt. He wouldn't give Neil the satisfaction of seeing him tug and twist about against the leads to try and free himself. He wouldn't!

"Let's get him in a harness. I was toying with the idea of making a saddle horse of him, but Sooty doesn't look as if he'd tolerate being ridden." The last word was drawled out mockingly and Jacob felt a surge of anger.

"I don't disagree with you, m'lord." Another voice piped out, an almost youthful voice. "Your hunters are prizes. They have such fine lines and elegant heads. They obviously have champion lines to them, but this fellow here looks more like the sort you'd see pulling a cart to market."

"I'll get the harness.." The groom, Tom, tipped his hat a little bit. "Carriage?"

"No, the one we had the chestnut in. He's too common to be pulling my fine carriage. You know the one, the mare we sent off to the lower farms." Neil leaned over the edge of a fence post and grinned slightly. "I'm afraid I forgot to set it out for you to clean, but it was only used for a single days work."

The groom didn't seem to think there was anything odd in his master's request or if he did he didn't question it. Jacob was left with the small group of men standing at the fence line. He could have stood it if they had just watched him and talked normally, but they didn't. They talked about him and in such crude terms that he flinched and felt his cheeks burning. They pointed out the roughness of his hindquarters and the color which was far too light to be a true black. They pointed out his back and his legs, the length of his forelegs. The comments wouldn't have been cruel if given about a real horse, but they could see him! They had to see that he wasn't entirely a horse. They even talked about his paces and how rough a ride he would be if one tried to saddle him.

The double meanings flew around as his old lovers spoke of how he might be if someone tried to ride him and how unsatisfactory it would be. It made Jacob shudder and he tried to turn his head away, but the cross ties wouldn't let him do more than tug against them. It was almost a relief when the groom came back with a harness jingling and buckles clattering together from over one arm. The other arm was devoted to a heavy collar. Not a showy one with ornate markings, but a worn brown leather one with two large guide knobs at the top. The sort a plow horse or cart horse would wear.

"Excuse me, m'lord." Tom dipped his hat and stepped up to Jacob's side.

"Good lord, Neil, do you really keep tack like that about?" Someone spoke up as Jacob flinched at the feel of leather straps being thrown over his back.

It wasn't so bad on his haunches and where the crupper was bobbing against the base of his tail, but his human body was another story. He didn't have fur or thick hide to protect him so the leather scraped against the pink skin and tugged along it. He tried to shy away, but if he moved Tom just followed while the harness was straightened out. A strangely spicy scent filled his nose even through the mask as the damp leather was settled along his shoulders and Tom dropped down and started to tug the straps together. It was worse than embarrassing to be handled this way. He had been dressed by servants before, but he'd never been so ignored by someone tending him. Tom didn't treat him any differently then he had seen horses treated in the past. He'd never even thought about how they were treated.

Now he did. The hands shifted and moved the harness around without any care to his comfort when the bands scraped against his bare skin. They pulled at straps that tightened the leather down to dig in against his skin and pinched it. It made him grunt and throw his head against the leads as he tried to get a look at what was happening instead of listening to the people gathered. The leather was still damp with sweat, he could even smell the unique horse musk of sweat, though there was another scent found beneath it. He didn't know what it was, but it bothered him as he tried to shake his head a few times to clear it before snuffling back after it again. It wasn't a bad scent, in fact it made his heart speed up a bit. The mask muffled some of it thankfully.

His tail was the worst part of the harnessing. It was doubled up and tugged right through the crupper so that the leather pressed down hard against the hide beneath it. It was such an odd sensation to feel the tail being moved around. It made for sensations that he wasn't used to having in a place he shouldn't have had! He shifted and stirred a bit nervously while his heavy shod hooves clattered against the ground.

"Higher, Tom, just because he's a cart horse doesn't mean we can't have that tail well up." Neil drawled out, drawn out of his conversation on why he kept such poorly bred beasts. Tom didn't give a reply, instead a strap was taken in and tightened so that the leather loop tugged roughly against the tail and he was forced to flag it up.

Once he was firmly wrapped in the bulk of the harness the groom came up and calmly unclipped one lead and then the other from the mask. The movement jostled it and he tucked his head a bit belligerently before a gentle hand coaxed it back up again. He'd forgotten about the collar. The moment he saw it he flinched. It was a trademark of every low born horse who pulled a cart or plow or coal cart. The mask blocked some of the sight of it, which was a mixed blessing. He didn't have to see it tugged up and over his head, but he also couldn't evade it. Instead it was pulled over the mask and the damp leather was twisted about to settle the right way over his neck. The scent of horse overcame everything and he shuddered a bit at it. But not in fear. His nostrils flared open wide and he turned his head.

_Damn this thing, I can't smell it right.._He growled in frustration and twisted his head harder as the harness was clipped to the collar. The elongated mask didn't let him catch the hot sweet scent that made his mind start to drift away from human thoughts.

"Oh good lord, man. I thought it was a gelding the way it was behaving!" A bark of laughter erupted from next to him and he tried to ignore it.

Just a little closer.. He strained further and drew in a quicker breath as he opened his jaws around the bit so that the mask echoed him. With the mouth open he could suck in a deep trembling breath of that scent.

And something hard and heavy slapped up against his chest so that a wet slime rubbed off against his bare skin and jarred him out of his thoughts. Thoughts that had turned so animalistic that they really weren't words by feelings of warmth and need that centered very prominently between his haunches. He hadn't even realized that his cock had started to drop from the leathery dark sheath, but the moment he felt it harden up enough to slap his belly he shuddered and twisted his head around. He tried to get the scent out of his mind while ignoring the laughter that surrounded him as the group peered beneath his belly.

He'd always enjoyed a sense of pride in how well he was hung, hell he loved being able to flaunt himself, but this wasn't flaunting himself. The comments made about his shaft were crude and rough jests that would be more typically found in the midst of a tavern, not on some grand estate. Now that he knew that he was out of his sheath, he could keenly feel the weight swaying back and forth beneath him. The swollen head was so heavy that it made his shaft form an arch under him while he tried to ignore the scent. And he even succeeded for the most part. He was able to stare at the men and try to glare from the mask, but his body kept reacting the scents.

"Filthy creature isn't he? The mare must have been in heat when she wore that harness. Can't even contain himself." Neil gave his head a shake. "I was assured he at least had some good blood in him, but now I'm wondering if he was just some offshoot of some poor potato farmer's mare."

"Oh I don't know, he looks like he's just a bit pent up, hmm?" One of the younger men grinned. "Don't you ever let your stallions have any fun? Or is this one going to be gelded?"

"I've been considering it, I haven't seen how well behaved he is yet. Though I have a stud that I use for the cart horses, why would I need too?" His former lover sounded flippant and it sent a shock of raw terror through Jacob. Oh god he wasn't going to be gelded.

"All depends on if he's a born gelding or stud. Some stallions are meant to pass on the genes. You know what that man Darwin is always saying about them." The man gave a flicker of his fingers. "They are hard wired with superior genes, but other horses would never get the chance in the wild. Why don't you see if he's a stud or a gelding?"

"Mmm?" Neil's eyes flickered towards Jacob, and at that moment his body reacted to the scents. He let out a muffled groan as his cock slapped up against his underside again. A viscous dribble of cum escaped the tip. "And how shall we try that?"

"Aaron, you're always complaining about the lack of size in most of your partners. Go give the stallion a try and let us know if he's a stud or a gelding." The man who was talking unhooked his arm from his partner. Presumably Aaron. "A bit of a show to follow last nights."

"Oh yes, I do like shows." Neil's voice was a dangerous purr. "And afterwards we'll see if he'll be elevated by his ability to breed or be rendered sterile."

Jacob shuddered and swallowed roughly. He didn't want to know what one would be chosen. He didn't want to know what so ever.

~ ~ * ~ ~

In the end, mercifully, he was led into a small pasture that was barely large enough for two horses and away from the front of the stable. At least, Jacob thought it was a mercy as he watched Tom setting down several hay bales next to him. The men gathered along the fence line while he was left standing there and with each breath tasted the hot scent of mare. It made his stomach contract as the lingering fertile scent stayed behind where the former owner of the harness had recently been grazing or sleeping. It kept him hard and prancing, his body burning off energy that coursed through him before he tried to stand still only to set off again. Strands of viscous precum smeared against his belly and his cock swayed back and forth under him.

He'd never felt like this. He'd never felt so out of control and ready to lose himself. He wasn't a lover of women, he seldom even glanced at them. But the female scent spoke to parts of him that were hard wired as a horse. It sank him deeper into the mindset while he tugged against his lead and kept spreading his lips so that he could try to suck in the female scents on the air. It was humiliating, but not as humiliating as watching the young man loosening his pants with a look of anticipation on his face. It wasn't as humiliating as the men who called out and whistled each time his cock flexed beneath him. They were taking bets on if he'd even make it into the young man before he went off. Jacob wanted to flee, but he couldn't, if he fled he'd leave that intoxicating scent behind him.

"Alright, onto the haybales, sir." Tom seemed unaffected by the show, if anything he seemed to ignore what was going on around him. What was the man even thinking?

Jacob tried to back away, but the lead held firm and he could only swivel his haunches partially to one side before a sharp tap with a riding crop forced him back to standing next to the haybale. He rolled his eyes slightly and had nearly forgotten Neil standing there. Neil watching. Neil with that smug amused look on his face as Aaron straddled the haybales and bent over them. They weren't going to make them do this. They couldn't make him do this! He was nearly screaming in his own mind as he shivered his skin and let out a low noise in his throat. The protesting sound turned in a helpless groan as fingers moved beneath him and rubbed right along the pulsing object of his humiliation. He had no control! Why couldn't he control himself?

"That's a good fellow, that's right. You don't have to worry anymore, Sooty. You don't have to worry about what anyone thinks of you." Neil moved up as the young man stroked the tip of his mottled cock and his stomach tensed up slightly. "Just breath deep, just give in. You have exactly what you always wanted, a place to live, people to fuss over you and all the pleasure you could want."

Jacob wanted to shove his former lover away, he wanted to tell him to leave, but his mind was fogging over with the nimble fingers that stroked against him. They traced right along the opening of his urethra and along the thick blunt edges of shaft. His human cock hadn't been this sensitive! It had never made him feel crazed and flushed with lust. But what he had now did. He arched his back and humped against the hand until a thick dribble of precum bubbled up from the opening to smear over the fingers. The wet goop coated them and spread over the palm while he huffed out and shifted his weight slightly.

"Just give in, just take him, mount him, show everyone that you deserve to keep your balls," Neil's fingers traced down his shoulder lightly. "Don't you want to feel how tight he is? Of course you do, lovely boy, you want to feel him spreading around your new shaft. You're so very large now.."

Those words, and more followed. They murmured with soft touches while he was shaking and lashing his forcibly flagged tail back and forth. His eyes rolled a bit and he tried to force the ideas away, but his body was pulsing with need. It was a need that didn't come close to what he had felt when he'd tumbled into the beds of others. He shuddered and opened his lips around the bit in the mask so that the horse head opened and he could suck in another hot scent of horse on the air. The hand around his cock gave a pulling squeeze and pulled it sideways. The angle was off and he let out a whimper as his blunt tip was rubbed right over the bare pink ass cheeks of the young man bent over the secured haybales.

He didn't want to do this! He didn't want to fuck anyone, let alone in the middle of a field of strangers. He tried to force that thought to the forefront of his mind, but that's not what was there. His mind was centered around hot thick lust and a need so deep that he couldn't get away from it. When the hand tugged his cock again and pulled his tip to rub right along the bare ass cheeks he let out a whicker and stepped to the side. Neil's hands pushed against his shoulder and he lifted up one bare hand to step over the haybales as his eyes started to glaze. He wasn't able to think anymore. He couldn't think anymore. He could only feel the need that was making his entire body tremble and jerk as his cock was rubbed up and down the bare ass cheeks.

"DEEP BREATH AARON! Good lord, look at the size of him!" A mocking voice came from the sidelines, but Sooty ignored the human. He snuffled and sucked in the mare scent again and tried to twitch his upper lip back.

He didn't see anything in front of him but grass, but the hand that gripped just behind the head of his swollen glans suddenly pulled him forward so that his cock tip started to push itself right between soft ass cheeks. The horse whickered out and crouched his haunches with a swift prance step. He lifted and dropped his hooves rapidly while the Master gripped the lead just under his chin and pulled his head down. He didn't fight the tugging because it didn't stop him from trying to thrust forward, but it did bring the mare scent closer to him. The lips of the mask pressed against the head collar and he drew in another breath before he crouched his haunches down and lunged forward blindly. He wanted to feel the mare spread open around him! He wanted to fuck her, breed her, mate her.

The sound of his grunt of triumph at feeling an opening peeling wide around his glans was overrun with the young man's sharp cry. He felt the movement against his belly and he moved his forelegs together to try and pin the 'mare' in place. He pressed his weight down as his cock tip drooled out thick dollops of precum before it pushed its way into the passage and he felt the first hot grip of the walls clamping down around him. He trembled and nearly lost control completely at that pressured grip, but the tug at his halter forced him up short and he simply shoved himself forward a bit more firmly. The walls yawned open wider and wider around his cock tip while he plunged inwards. He felt the hips moving under him, he heard the humans yelling and whistling from the fence, but he didn't do more then try to twitch an ear that refused to move properly.

A hand moved to grip at the base of his cock and he jerked his head up slightly, the hold on his halter was gone and he twisted his head to see Neil gripped the thickened flesh as he plunged his hips forward and down. Inch by inch he spread the hot tight gripping walls open to him. The soft groaning noises beneath him didn't mean anything; he wanted to get his cock as deep and far as he could. The hot thick fertile scent on the air only made him try harder as he gave a sharper thrust forward and then pulled his hips back. Thick dribbles of precum spilled out of his cock tip and were forced inwards when he slammed his hips forward again. His mottled cock bowed slightly as he tried to force himself ever deeper into the too small passage.

Sooty forced his way all the way up to the point that his medial ring was stretching the ring open and he felt the single hand on the base of his cock turn to two. They were almost an annoyance, but when they started to massage and squeeze him it turned into pleasure. He drooled around the bit and didn't care, he shuddered and jerked his tail up before dragging his hips backwards. There were lewd wet noises as his thickened cock pulled and tugged some of the goopy pre outwards before he plunged forward again. The walls spread open and clamped down, squeezing him almost painfully tight and he let out a short hard squeal of pleasure before ramming harder.

His hips were crouched awkwardly. It wasn't the right angle for a mare, but it wasn't important. All that was important was the slickened muscular walls that squeezed around him. Human hands moved to grip his forelegs and he let out a harsh snort, but it helped brace the upturned ass cheeks so that when he plunged forward again his medial ring crammed up against the anal ring and nearly popped in before he pulled backwards. His hips trembled a little bit as he yanked all the way back to the point that his cock tip nearly spilled out before plunging forward again. He picked his hind hooves up and down in a short prance as he started to hammer into the passage time and again. There was no planned movements, there was no attempt to pace himself, he was maddened with the walls that seemed to help drag him ever deeper.

The human beneath him let out a short noise and his walls suddenly contracted and pulsed around his cock. They pulled and when he plunged forward the thick medial ring popped inwards before pulling out. The noises of the human only grew into a short cry and the stallion threw his head downwards as he pushed back with his forelegs to help brace himself. He sank himself into the welcoming tunnel and felt the walls stretching ever wider as his cock tip started to flare open wider and wider. His heavy leathery orbs drew up tight between his legs as he stifled a moan and his tail flagged all the higher along his haunches. His urethra even jutted forward a moment before a pulse throbbed along his cock and he sent a hot thick rope of seed spilling into his mare.

Sooty shuddered and trembled as rope after thick heavy rope was flung into the too small passage. He felt the human squirming and pushing back against him, he even felt the hands that had gripped his forelegs slip away. The stallion gave a sharper thrust and forced a weak cry out of his 'mare' before coming to a stop and simply overfilling the passage. His thick seed oozed out in pearly ropes around the medial ring and dribbled downwards. His breathing was so hot and heavy, every gasp echoed inside of the mask. The mask. THE MASK! Jacob tried to drag himself from the horse's instincts and his mind stilled as hands slipped away from his throbbing cock base.

"My my.. perhaps he can stand at stud..." Neil drawled out as gentle fingers stroked over one of the dark hind quarters. "Aaron at least approves..."

Jacob tried to make his mind work, but all he knew was the golden edged pleasure that came with studding the 'mare' properly. Sooty was perfectly happily.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Months. Weeks. Days. Animals can tell time, but they don't measure it. They know night from day, they know when the deer rut and when the seasons change. Sooty flicked his tail complacently behind him and lifted his head to stare up at the big house where the Master spent so much time. He knew that it had been too long since he'd last seen his master. The groom was nice, the groom was always very good to him and would give many treats when he worked well, but he wanted his Master. When the Master came he would do something more interesting then what he did when it was just himself and the groom that kept him. When the Master came he brought others with him and then Sooty would be taken to a special pasture where the scent drove him mad and he was put to stud.

"Damnit, Sooty! Move one!" The reins cracked against his haunches and the stallion jerked a bit at the sting, but didn't try to hesitate.

He threw himself against the leather collar and heaved forward until his hooves dug into the ground. He ignored the fact his mottled cock had started to drop from his sheath and instead concentrated on his work. His forehooves were clumsy things, but his powerful haunches lunged forward to start to drag the plow forward. The blade cut through the earth as he stepped forward one slow move at a time and his hide gleamed with a sheen of sweat. His tip swayed back and forth from his sheath as he lunged harder and continued to move in a straight line. It had been so long since the master had come, but soon he would visit again. Soon he would be able to show the Master that he was a stallion. And the men that came would speak of him and give him treats to eat before they touched him.

Sooty heaved forward as he thought of the treats and the hands that always fussed over him. He was ragged and dirty, he was a plow horse, but he always felt special when they gave him such attention. If he was very good they would even allow him to be well groomed and bathed before he was taken to the special pasture. And after he had studded the 'mares' he would be given the best gift of all, the feel of his Master on his back and the hard sharp thrusts inside of him that were better then all the men that stood beneath him.

The stallion sighed as he continued his labor. It was boring, but it wouldn't always be this way. He was so very very lucky to have such a good owner who gave him such treats and gifts. He was a very lucky stallion indeed.