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"Hear-ye, Hear-ye! This be-ith a tale not meant for those who have not met their 18th year! What I am about to proclaim contains M/M sex scenes in a most seductive manner, coupled with strange and erotic transformations! If thou believe that you should not bear witness so such acts, then be gone from this place! Otherwise enjoy this tale of knights, magic, and horses!

Backfire

Many many years ago, in a castle lost to the very sands of time, an elderly and wise looking old man dressed in a simple grey robe stood looking out of a window of a tower during a heavy rainstorm.

The castle had been quiet for some time, save for the occasional boom of thunder that echoed across the hills. Most supply caravans and travellers were unable to traverse the flooded roads and pathways so there was little traffic, if none at all passing through the castle gates. Even the moat had begun to show signs of overflowing, but thanks to its ingenious design it wasn't quite to that point yet. The old man sighed and kept a steady watch outside, glancing occasionally over at a table that was covered in stacks of books and bubbling flasks and beakers.

*KABOOM!*

The sudden close strike of lightning startled the old man, but his fear was soon replaced with curiosity as he looked out the window were a single bolt of lightning appeared to be frozen in mid-air. It was if, as if time itself had stopped the very moment before the lightning could strike the balcony.

*KABOOM!*

Then came another bolt, yet the old man was able to watch as the energy sped towards the ground but slowly lost its momentum until it froze to about the same height as the other.

"What is this magic..." he muttered to himself.

*BONG!*

The man old man was startled again by the sudden new sound, but he quickly began to look around for the source of the loud bell sound ringing throughout his tower.

*BONG!*

The bell rang out again, even louder than before. It was then the tips of the lightning bolts began to spark wildly. Like a spider spinning a web at breakneck speed, the lightning then began to spread in the shape of a massive circle, the energy filling in any cracks and blanks as it became a solid circle of bright light.

_*BONG!* _

Rang the bell again from wherever it had came, the wise old man squinted as he was was forced to shield his eyes from the bright light as it increased in intensity.

*BONG!*

The bell rang again, but then something began to happen to the portal from within and a new sound began to ring out.

*Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock*

The sound of gears groaning and machinery pumping seemed to be coming from the bright light of the portal, its tempo rapidly increasing as the light from the portal increased to almost unbearable levels.

*BONG!*

Then just like that, the light suddenly disappeared with the final ringing of the bell. Although the old man had covered his eyes before the light had gotten too intense; his vision was still blurred from the sudden flashes of light. But as his sight began to return to him, he suddenly heard what sounded like hooves clopping atop the stone floor.

"Master Merlin, I need your help..." said the voice before he clearly came into view.

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Several Months Later

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The sounds of chalk tapping atop the stone floor echoed through the laboratory as Cimmaron sat in the middle of a cleared off space on the ground, hastily drawing an elaborate design. The outer ring of the drawing was a simple drawing of three circles connected by a single line, with strange arcane letters surrounding the outer rim of each circle. Within that circle he had also drawn a large diamond shaped crest that had large circles at each point with a large arcane rune emblazoned into the centre of each. But at the very heart of the drawing was an image of the sun being eclipsed by the moon in a crescent shape with a small star in the centre.

Cimmaron tapped his chalk on the floor a few more times before he let out a satisfied snort and got up to walk over to a nearby table to grab a few ingredients. The room echoed with the sound of hooves clopping atop the stone floor as he walked back and forth across the room. With each lap he grabbed a different object or ingredient and went back to his design and placed it in the centre of each circle. After each void was filled he stood over his drawing and carefully examined each detail of the ritual.

"Three elements of creation...the spirit, the body, and the in-between...." He muttered to himself as he folded his arms and looked down at his drawing.

Cimmaron was an odd sight in the courts of Camelot. His body was that of an odd mixture of horse and man with a brown pelt that covered his body from his head to his hooves. He stood at about 7'5, wearing only a vest and simple shorts with a hole cut in the back to let his tail hang freely. His body was also fairly well defined, showing the traits of someone who exercised often, or found themselves in dangerous situations on a regular basis.

"Powdered crystal, forgestone, purified water, and whistle grass...that's everything!" he proudly said to himself as he looked down at his design with a smile.

Cimmaron then quickly unbuttoned the vest he was wearing and exposed his bare chest and the arcane tattoo that matched the centre crest on the floor. The horse then let out a long sigh as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden pocket watch with a shining chain attached that had the same symbol emblazoned onto the back.

"Please....please work..." he said pleadingly as he placed the watch into the centre of the design and stepped back.

Cimmaron took a deep breath then held out his hands as he began to concentrate, closing his eyes as the markings on his chest suddenly began to glow softly.

"By the body and life of the land, I command thee...OPEN!" he shouted.

A loud ringing noise filled the laboratory as the seal on the ground lit up with a bright light. A soft rumbling sound then began to echo through the stone walls as the tower began to shake softly. The pocket watch, along with the other items, all started to glow brightly and began to hover a few inches off the ground.

Cimmaron silently wished he could observe the spell in action, but he knew that maintaining the flow of magic was much too important. Another sound like the ringing of a small bell then rang out from the crest and the tower began to shake more rapidly. The rumbling continued to grow in intensity until some of Cimmaron's flasks and beakers began falling and smashing to pieces on the hard stone floor. Each object in the design then began to spin, starting out slow at first, but then rapidly increasing in speed until they became an indistinct blur of white light.

Cimmaron cringed as he felt his muscles tire and his mind weaken as the struggle between two magical energies of immense power began to overwhelm him, but he knew he had to persevere or else all of this work was for nothing. Meanwhile, the objects which had been quickly gaining momentum had spun to a point where they took on shape of round, bright orbs. Suddenly each orb lit up in a different color mirroring the different colored runes drawn onto Cimmaron's chest. However, in the centre where the golden watch hang floating, a bright blinding light that lit up the entire room began to shine like a beacon. Cimmaron grunted and could feel the other energy within the pocket watch begin to weaken; its sinister grip loosening and the faint feeling of its true power within begin to free itself. Cimmaron then let out a loud shout and placed all of his strength into one final push when suddenly.

*BOOM!*

"Sir Cimmaron! What is going on?!?" someone shouted as they burst through the door to the laboratory.

Cimarron winced and opened his eyes and saw the young King Arthur with sword drawn standing in his doorway. But then in his brief moment of distraction a screeching cry rang out from the design on the floor and Cimmaron felt a massive surge of magical energies. The orbs then suddenly begun to vibrate and shake out of control while the light in the centre began to dim. The rune then let out another screeching cry before the light went out altogether and each orb shot off in different directions, bouncing off the stone walls of the tower and tearing through nearly anything else that got in their way and leaving scorched holes in their wake.

"Arthur! RUN!" shouted Cimmaron.

But before the King even had time to react, the objects suddenly froze in place before they rocketed towards the crest and slammed into the hovering pocket watch, merging together and forming a massive black ball of sizzling energy. The ball then began to levitate slowly into the air until it hung over Cimmaron and Arthur ominously.

*KZZZZZP!*

A single bot of energy fired from the orb and struck Arthur in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then the orb began to pulse and throb, white cracks of light started to form along its outer shell as the energy's grew unstable.

*KABOOM!*

The orb shattered, letting loose a massive cloud of ash that covered the entire laboratory.

Cimmaron coughed and felt the thud of metal hit his head. He caught sight a glint of gold hit the floor as the ash began to settle across the room.

"Arthur!" Coughed Cimmaron before he rushed toward the king laying on the floor.

Arthur groaned slightly and pressed his hand on his chest where the bolt had struck him. As he lifted his hand he was slightly awestruck; there was no mark it had made any impact, no scorch mark or gaping hole in his chest to be found.

"Are you alright? Nothing broken or burning?" Cimmaron asked in a panic.

"I'm fine Sir Cimmaron, I'm fine. But what was it that you were doing? I felt the entire castle shake and came running!" Arthur said as he quickly got up onto his feet and brushed himself off.

"It was a spell to unlock my watch, but when you came in I lost control...and you very well could have become a smear on the wall," Cimmaron responded with a twinge of fear.

Arthur laughed and placed a hand on Cimmaron's shoulder reassuringly.

"It's alright Sir Cimmaron, you are a guest here and you and Master Merlin have done great good for the kingdom together. I am honoured to call you among one of my friends and if that means taking a bolt of magic to the chest from time to time. I'm more than willing to take that blow if it betters the kingdom," Arthur said with a confident smile.

The sound of rushed metal footsteps suddenly began to echo through the stone hallways of Castle Camelot. Arthur let out a loud groan as a small unit of guards and knights came running out of every door and hallway to the king's side.

"My lord! Are you alright? We felt the ground shake and heard what sounded like cannon fire!" said a knight as he warily glanced at Cimmaron.

"Please, please I'm fine! No need to worry yourselves with my safety. Sir Cimmaron was just working on something to aid the kingdom before I rudely interrupted," Arthur said to the crowd.

"It was him that made the castle shake?!? I knew a beast like him should not be allowed here! I will slay the cur myself!" Shouted another knight as he drew his blade and pointed it at Cimmaron's neck.

The sound of a wooden cane striking against the floor suddenly rang out through the hallway and everyone turned in the direction of the sound. From around a corner came an elderly man dressed in a simple grey robe with a long white beard began walking towards everyone.

"You shall not lay a hand on my colleague Sir Geraint. If any shall take responsibility for his actions it shall be I," said the old man.

"Master Merlin..." the knight stammered as he quickly sheathed his blade.

"Begone! I will tend to the king and to my friend," Merlin said sternly as he waved his hand.

The crowd leaped back at the wizard's command and quickly scattered down the various hallways. After they had all disappeared Merlin let out a relieved sigh as he approached Arthur and placed a hand on his chest.

"Hmmm...all seems to be well my King. Do you feel any differently?" asked Merlin after a few moments.

"No Master, I feel perfectly fine. If nothing, better! My arm had been feeling sore from yesterday's duel. But now I feel no pain at all!" said Arthur with a grin as he swung his right arm playfully.

"Well, that's good at least. Come by my chambers this evening and I will examine you more closely. Now I'm sure you have other duties to attend to milord?" said Merlin with a slight smirk.

"Yes master." Said Arthur with a childish tone before he turned to face Cimmaron, still looking sullen and upset.

"We have quite a feast prepared for tonight. Be sure to attend Sir Knight!" Arthur said excitedly before he turned away and left the hallway.

Cimmaron let out a nickering sigh as he looked back to his room where the ash had already begun to settle.

"I almost had it this time. I felt the seal breaking but when Arthur burst in...I lost control." Cimmaron said softly.

Merlin let out a soft sigh and placed a hand on the horse's shoulder.

"I've always told that boy to look before he leaps. You recall when he was turned into a rabbit for three days when I was casting that charm on the crops to ward against animals coming in and eating the harvest?" said Merlin with a slight smirk.

Cimmaron couldn't help but chuckle at that remark.

"I made him a tiny gold crown and called him "Arthur Cottontail". I still joke about that whenever I see him eating carrots." Cimmaron said with a slight smile.

Merlin chuckled softly and removed his hand then began to walk down the hallway with Cimmaron following in tow.

"Either way, the king is unharmed and that's what is really important. However in the future could you refrain from shaking the tower so much? I lost one of my favourite teacups before I came down here." Merlin said with a hint of playful disappointment.

"I'm sorry Master Merlin, I'll be sure to buy you another cup the next time I'm at the market." Responded Cimmaron politely.

Merlin let out another soft chuckle as they rounded a corner of the hallway that lead out to the balcony.

"I've told you this before Cimmaron; we are colleagues working toward the goal of the betterment of the kingdom. You're teaching me as much as I'm teaching you," Merlin said sternly.

Cimmaron nickered softly and smiled.

"Well you are the great Merlin after all, I assumed it would only be polite," said the horse.

Merlin smiled.

"Some may call me great, but I am just a man. What I did in the past and what I have left to do in my old age means little to me. I would die happy though knowing I was able to help those around me and to keep the proper king on the throne," he said wistfully as they approached the balcony and looked out into the distance of the setting sun.

"I wish I could help you Cimmaron, if I knew the spell or whomever cast it we might be able to find the lead..." said Merlin quietly as he looked up at the sky as it lit up in a beautiful shade of orange and purple.

"You know I can't do that sir... it was a stretch even sending me here in the first place. Lord Chronos made that abundantly clear" Cimmaron replied with a slight sigh.

Merlin nodded and gave Cimmaron a fatherly pat on his broad back.

"I'll respect your wishes, but remember if you ever would have need of my knowledge I will always be willing to help," Merlin said reassuringly.

"Thank you sir and I will help in any way I am able, I promised you that much," he responded.

Suddenly, the blaring of horns rang from outside and Cimmaron's ears perked at the sudden sound. Both he and Merlin then glanced down at the gate as a parade of white horses crossed the threshold of the castle. At the lead was a middle aged man on a white stallion, dressed in chainmail with the crest of Camelot emblazoned onto the front with two banner bearers following shortly behind.

"It looks like Sir Lancelot has returned. I'm sure he will be the loudest at the round table tonight, boasting his latest exploits with gusto," said Merlin with a slight chuckle and a soft smile.

Cimmaron nickered and smiled as he leaned on the outer railing of the tower, gazing down into the courtyard as the people began to cheer and crowd around the famed knight as he approached the castle gates.

"I always read that he does like to show off... Anyway I'm sure you have more important things to do than chat with me. I'll come down once things have calmed down and be in time dinner," said Cimmaron as he gazed out into the distance.

Merlin chuckled, patted Cimmaron on the back and began to walk towards the door. Cimmaron just kept looking out into the distance as the sun slowly began to set on the horizon.

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Later That Evening

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The great hall echoed with the sounds of laughter and music that evening as the king and his knights sat at a massive table with a grand feast set out in front of them. Fresh game, crisp vegetables and sweet pies were set out in honour of Sir Lancelot's recent return. But extra effort had been placed in the meal due to the rare occurrence that all of the kingdoms knights and its king were in full attendance that evening.

"...and then he swung his sword to the left, and I parried and struck his leg! It wasn't long after that he admitted defeat and declared fealty! Our kingdom grows stronger by the day!" shouted Lancelot from the side of the table.

"Hear Hear! A toast to Sir Lancelot!" shouted King Arthur from the head of the table as he raised a glass in one hand.

"Hear hear! Hear hear! Everyone in the room shouted as they rose glasses and swords in a respective manner.

As Lancelot continued on with his story, those who weren't paying attention where caught up in their own entertainment and conversations. A band of minstrels stood near the rear of the hall playing music and singing songs of valour and bravery while many of the townspeople sang and drank in celebration. Near the back of the table, sitting close to the king in a weathered chair with a high back was Merlin. He sat idly, listening in to the conversation from time to time but his mind was clearly elsewhere.

King Arthur sat at the front of the table next to Merlin, he was keeping himself occupied by conversing with his fellow knights and subjects casually while sipping from his nearby goblet. But every few moments or so, the king seemed to reach down underneath the table and scratch an itch that seemed quite persistent and annoying to the esteemed ruler. Yet no one payed him any mind, nor had the nerve to mention his strange actions to him.

One of the side doors then suddenly opened and a hooded figure came walking toward the table. His features were mostly obscured but as he quietly walked up to Merlin the old man smiled and offered him a seat next to him.

"Ah! Sir Cimmaron! Glad you could join us!" Arthur said loudly as he noticed the hooded man sit, causing the horse to cringe underneath his hood as all eyes were suddenly on him.

"Always a pleasure milord..." Cimmaron responded quietly but politely.

The entire room stared at him with a mixture of curiosity, fear, and spite for a brief moment. Not all knew of the horse's existence outside of the castle and when out in the town he kept himself hidden as much as possible. However, the knights always kept a wary eye on Cimmaron whenever he entered a room. Knights of the Round Table were usually quite tense whenever the horse was around. They had all seen his face, but after explaining his strange entrance into this world, most wanted to bring him to the chopping block before he could say another word. Thankfully Merlin had vouched for him and he quickly gained Arthurs trust after helping the kingdom with medical and architectural advances he had learned throughout the years. But the knights were still very wary of his presence in the castle even after had been knighted by the king himself and joined their ranks.

"I apologize for my intrusion earlier Sir Knight, had I known what you had been doing I would have left you alone. Was there any change in your trinket?" Arthur asked casually as he took a sip from his drink.

"No sire, still sealed shut. But I will not give up hope, one day I will unlock it and will stop being a burden you and your kingdom," said Cimmaron as he reached for a nearby apple and took a bite.

The king scoffed.

"Burden? Sir Cimmaron, your aid along with Master Merlin has done wonders for the kingdom! I know that you intend on leaving us when your task is complete, but know that you will always have a home in the court of Camelot." Said Arthur before he stood up and rose a glass up high into the air.

"To Sir Cimmaron! His aid has been invaluable to us all and he deserves our praise!" shouted Arthur.

The room mumbled in polite agreement but Cimmaron didn't focus on the lack of enthusiasm when he saw something on the king's right arm. It was very subtle, but he noticed that the small hairs that covered Arthurs arm where becoming darker. As Arthur sat down in a huff, Cimmaron continued to watch as Arthur reached down and scratched the lower portion of his leg.

"No...it can't be..." Cimmaron muttered to himself quietly with his eyes closely examining the king.

"Anyway Sir Cimmaron! Before you depart you must tell me more about your trinket and how you came to be here!" said Arthur happily as he took another sip from his drink.

"We said that we would respect his wishes in exchange for his aid my king...." Merlin chimed in sternly.

Cimmaron nodded politely and smiled.

"Sorry Arthur, I can't do that, too many risks involved and I could get in a lot of trouble for it," Cimmaron said softly.

Arthur's brow furrowed and he placed his glass on the table.

"Well you seem to know a lot about us and all and our "legendary" exploits, yet you won't tell us how you came to know them in such great detail. I will respect your privacy but a person such as yourself must have a tale or two to tell without angering whatever force rules over you!" Arthur commanded with a hint of childish pleading in his voice.

Cimmaron nickered softly and let out a soft sigh. Time itself then began to slow down and the movements in the grand hall became slow and sluggish until they crawled do a near stop. The sounds of talking, singing, and instruments playing slowly began to soften until the room was completely silent. Cimmaron sighed and began to pull through his thoughts, trying to think of some story that would impress this group without severely altering the timeline. Unfortunately all that he remembered where battles that took place in major points of history in the future. He also knew he couldn't tell the story of the day he had tea with Socrates, or when he walked in on a Chinese emperor in a room full of concubines... most of which were actually male. He let out another sigh and tried to think of some random story that was simple, yet action packed so that he would not bore the crowd. Cimmaron then glanced over at the king, still frozen and time and staring straight at him. His eyes fell on the King's arms. Tracing one of the thick veins crossing Arthur's forearms, he began to wonder.

"Are you getting bigger?" Cimmaron muttered to himself.

The horse then glanced left and right and grinned mischievously. He was sure Arthur wouldn't mind as long as he didn't know.

Cimmaron then moved around and giggled as he pulled down the kings pants. But then he suddenly let out a loud gasp when he saw something that shouldn't be there. A small nub was beginning to shape above his ass and there were already a few stay hairs beginning to sprout from the tip. A thick black pelt had also begun to spread across his ass and appeared to be moving down towards his legs.

"Crap...crap crap crap...." said Cimmaron before he pulled the king's pants back up and went back to his chair.

"I gotta get him out of here...find out what's wrong with him before this era is fucked. Dammit that stupid spell!" Cimmaron cursed a few more times under his breath before he closed his eyes and rubbed his chin, desperately trying to think of a plan.

Then suddenly it came to him.

Cimmaron smirked slightly and began to concentrate. The flows of time in the room slowly regained their normal speed until the sounds of chatter began to fill the great hall once again.

"Well, there is this one I do know..." responded Cimmaron, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Tell us then!" said Arthur excitedly as he leaned out of his chair.

Cimmaron nickered and walked up to the table. He glanced over to Merlin who was eyeing him warily that gave Cimmaron the impression that he knew he was up to something. But Cimmaron payed him no mind as the room grew quiet as he leaned over the table.

"I prefer to show instead of tell..." he said mischievously.

Cimmaron grinned and a red light began to shine from underneath his cloak. The flames from the many braziers surrounding and lighting the room suddenly went out and a single flame appeared above the centre of the round table. The people in the room gasped as they watched the hovering flame appear from nowhere as the only source of light in the entire room. Two black eyes suddenly began to form that danced and moved like fire that looked down at the people on the table. A line underneath the flame's eyes then appeared to form and soon it opened wide like a small mouth.

"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" it howled loudly as it exploded in growth. Its neck stretched out like a massive snake and its body grew to a gigantic size. Two massive wings made of pure flame shot from the monsters back and it let out another fierce roar as its face shaped into that of a massive dragon. Four wicked arms then shot out from its sides with black flame tipped claws that hovered a few feet in the air. Finally a long, spine covered tail shot out from its backside and ended in a spaded tip.

Many of the members at the table looked frightened and were leaning back in their chairs. A few of the knights had even drawn their swords, but even they seemed a bit un-nerved by the sudden sight. Merlin however sat in his chair, looking un-impressed but still slightly curious.

"Behold! The Fire Dragon!!!!" shouted Cimmaron as he held his hands up high and the fiery beast let out another loud roar.

Many of the townspeople had run to a corner of the great hall and were cowering in fear at the sight of the great monstrosity. Back at the table a few knights had even tried to stab the beast, but the flames ducked out of the way of their blades before they even got close. Arthur however sat in his chair in awe as he looked up at the dragon with a wide grin.

"Sir Cimmaron, did you slay such a monster?" asked Arthur as he turned toward Cimmaron.

The horse nodded and smiled as the beast floated behind him, looking towards random people and snarling while a forked, fiery tongue shot out from his maw periodically.

"Yes! This creature was a plague on the farming village I passed by in one of my travels. None could get near the beast, let alone slay it, but it was I that worked out a solution!" shouted Cimmaron proudly.

The horse then snapped his fingers and the rumbling of thunder rang out through the castle. A massive cloud appeared above the dragon with sparks of lighting flashing from within the dark cloud. The dragon looked up and its maw opened wide in fear, the beast began to thrash around in place, its long tail nearly slamming against the stone columns that held up the ceiling, but only passed through them harmlessly.

The sound of heavy rainfall and the sizzling of steam began to fill the room, the dragon thrashed around in pain as its body grew smaller and smaller, its extremity's shrinking back into its body until the once massive beast was reduced to a single floating flame.

A small, low growl still rang out from the flame, and two small eyes glanced around the room franticly. The cloud above the dragon then began to shrink smaller and smaller until it was just a single speck on the ceiling. The moment before faded away from existence, a single drop fell from what remained of the cloud, and fell directly onto the small flame.

A small hiss rang out, and soon the normal lights returned to the dining hall. After a few moments of silence Arthur began to applaud excitedly. A few members of the table then began to join in and soon the entire hall was filled with the sound of applause. The knights still looked a bit un-nerved, but even they seemed a bit impressed by the magical display. Cimmaron took a bow as cheers began to fill the hall and glasses were risen in his honour.

"Thank you! Thank you! Your all too kind." He said politely before he turned to King Arthur who was still applauding the loudest.

"There you have it milord, there is your story, now if I might ask a favour of you...do you mind coming with me for a short time? There is something I wish to show you." Said Cimmaron politely.

"Of course Sir Cimmaron! Lead the way!" said Arthur as he quickly got up from out of his chair.

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The king and Cimmaron quietly walked through the halls of Castle Camelot, heading towards Cimmaron's tower in the rear of the castle. After much discussion the king was able to shoo away two of his escorts and the two walked alone until they reached the wooden door to Cimmaron's laboratory.

"Sir Cimmaron that was quite a show; your magic never cease to amaze me," said Arthur as Cimmaron held the door open for him and he walked inside.

"Thank you milord." Said Cimmaron politely

Cimmaron then quickly followed behind him and closed the door. The horse then snapped his fingers and a few of the candles in the room lit up the ash covered room.

"So, what is it you wished to show me?" asked Arthur as he looked around the lab.

Cimmaron let out a soft sigh as he pulled back the hood to his robe.

"Arthur, something is wrong and we must reverse it immediately. It appears that my spell did have an effect on you and we must fix it before it's too late." said Cimmaron before he walked over to his bed and quickly took off his black robe. Underneath Cimmaron's robe he preferred to wear very little, wearing only a simple pair of shorts to prevent him from overheating while wearing the thick robe.

Arthur let out a childish groan as he turned to face the horse

"I don't know what you are talking about Cimmaron! I feel fine; better than I've ever felt in-fact! Not only have my arms healed, but I feel even stronger than I have in my entire life! Whatever this spell did to me is a blessing!" Argued Arthur as he reached behind his head and scratched the back of his neck.

"Sire, it's best I not explain right now. I must find an exorcism or cure before it sets in completely. I don't know what sorts of effects this will have on you, or this timeline." said Cimmaron as he walked over to his bookcase and began to brush the ash from the spines of each book.

"Timeline? Sir Cimmaron have you gone mad? You speak as if this would end my very life! We'll let me tell you this Sir Knight, I feel fine!" said Arthur.

*RRRRRRRRRRIP!*

The sound of fabric tearing rang throughout the room and Cimmaron looked back at the king who was staring at his feet in shocked curiosity. Arthur's shoes had been torn to complete shreds and his feet had been replaced with solid black hooves. A thick coating of black fur was also beginning to grow up his legs.

"I suppose I see your point..." said Arthur as he reached down to feel his new appendages.

"Awfully calm aren't you?" said Cimmaron nervously as he grabbed a book before he tossed it across the room in frustration.

Arthur laughed softly and carefully tried to walk across the room in his new hooves as Cimmaron searched through his bookcase. The sound of clopping, followed by the kings laughter began to ring through the tower while Cimmaron was engrossed in a large book.

"This hasn't been the first time I've grown an animal appendage if you recall. But Gods this is interesting! Now I know how you feel with these things stomping everywhere! Ha-ha!" said Arthur as he attempted to jump and stomp his hooves on the ground.

Cimmaron only grunted and kept reading the book he was reading as Arthur continued to stomp around the room.

"Although I must say, I feel rather uncomfortable, I've had this itch for the past few hours but this is the first time I have ever seen anything...Sir Cimmaron do you mind if I get more comfortable? Honestly I can't see why you bother with clothing at all with how itchy this fur feels!" said Arthur as he reached down to unbutton his fine shirt.

Cimmaron's ears perked and he turned around to see the king hastily pulling off his clothing and royal accoutrements to reveal his bare chest that was already starting to grow black fur. The king looked down at his pelt in wonder, rubbing his hand across his chest and feeling the hairs as they slowly began to crawl up his upper body.

"M...Milord..." Cimmaron stuttered.

Arthur then let out a soft grunt as his body temperature began to rise. His breathing became more shallow and spaced, but it appeared that with every breath he took caused his body to grow larger and more muscular.

"Arthur? Are you alright?" said Cimmaron

Arthur hunched over slightly and let out another grunt before he stood back up again and was breathing normally. The king then looked down at his much wider chest and grinned as he began to rub and grope himself.

"Would you look at this! Not a single scratch on me and I'm looking better than ever! Sod to getting rid of this I want to stay this way!" said Arthur excitedly as he continued to explore his changing body.

Cimmaron blushed underneath his fur as he watched the king openly fondle himself in front of him. He had never told anyone of his interests in the past; it had nothing to do with why he was here and would only cause more problems than he needed. Sure he had spent many a night in his bed, working his own shaft alone with his own thoughts. But the sight of the young king looking so muscular and covered with fur stirred some repressed feelings.

"Arthur you shouldn't...we don't know how this will affect things..." Cimmaron tried to say.

But Arthur then suddenly cut him off.

"I wonder how it looks below the belt?

"Wa?" said Cimmaron as Arthur began to fumble with his pants.

As Arthur began to unbuckle his pants, Cimmaron was speechless and frozen. After a few attempts he finally removed them and kicked them to the side. Standing only in only a sort of loin cloth that was fairly reminiscent of modern underwear the king looked down at his body with a wide grin on his face. His legs had already begun to shift to his new stance and the black fur that had travelled up his legs had already reached his groin and disappeared underneath the fabric. Arthur then turned around as his tail twitched behind him and he laughed like an excited child as he tried to wag it as the long black hairs began to fill out from its tip.

Cimmaron then began to notice that with every excited breath the young king took it seemed to fill his body with more strength. His chest grew wider and his abdominal muscles became more defined underneath his growing coat of fur. Arthur felt his newfound strength began to fill him and he grinned and flexed his right arm proudly. Cimmaron had noticed the king had strong arms meant for wielding swords into battle in the past, but now his biceps were even larger than ever and more clearly defined. He even noticed a long vein traveling up his forearm and to his bicep that throbbed underneath his fur.

"Amazing...Incredible! Sir Cimmaron I had no idea what sort of power you wielded! Imagine if all of the knights were as strong as this! No foe would stand against us!" said Arthur in excitement.

"I don't know how I did it, and I wouldn't tell you anyway! This should not have happened and I'm going to fix it!" argued Cimmaron as he snapped out of his daze and ran over to another bookshelf and searched the ash covered spines of its contents.

Arthur was silent for a brief moment, watching his body slowly grow and coat itself in a coarse covering of fur. Cimmaron was still leafing through book after book faster than Arthur even believed he was even able to read. His curiosity then suddenly brought him looking down at his loincloth and a juvenile idea popped into his head.

"I wonder...Sir Cimmaron are you as "endowed" as other horses?" Arthur asked curiously.

Cimmaron froze again.

Suddenly he heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and the sound of hoof steps on the stone floor. Cimmaron gulped and slowly turned around to see Arthur staring down at his own completely formed equine cock that was growing longer and harder by the moment.

"Arthur...?" said Cimmaron softly, as he felt his own groin began to stir.

"Incredible..." muttered Arthur in awe as he reached down and gently gripped his flaccid shaft.

The king let out a soft moan and his cock throbbed in his grip. The jet black shaft grew even longer in his hand, reaching nearly eight inches and not even half hard. The king then slowly began to stroke his hand up and down his new appendage as it grew even longer and thicker. Cimmaron watched in awe as the king's medial ring formed and long, thick veins that covered the shaft begin to throb with every beat of his heart.

"Sire, you shouldn't..." said Cimmaron with a bit of hesitation in his voice.

"I'll need two hands for this beast..." said Arthur in a lust filled haze as he took his other hand and gripped above his other. The king's body shivered and he let out another moan as his cock suddenly expanded in growth. The shaft quickly became nearly as thick as a baseball bat and reached about seventeen inches long. Underneath his cock however, his set of enlarged balls began to swell and hang even lower, reaching past the point of plums and nearly growing to the size of apples.

"Milord...you really shouldn't! You might make things worse!" said Cimmaron.

However the horse's body betrayed his thoughts. His shorts were already beginning to strain and a clear bludge was beginning to show at the front. Cimmaron snorted as the musk of another horse began to fill the room and his body temperate began to rise.

"Ohhh...Sir Cimmaron, this is incredible..." moaned Arthur as he stomped a hoof onto the ground. His cock was already beginning to leak a small stream of precum from the flared, blunt tip that coated his fingers as they changed into almost hoof-like tips.

The king then slowly brought his cock closer to his chest, the precum still flowing and seeping into his chest fur as his cock grew thicker. After a short time the shaft was nearly a foot thick and his balls had swollen to almost melon like size. The king's cock would shame almost any other animal in the kingdom and his sheer girth dwarfed Cimmaron's own. Arthur let out another grunt as his fully formed tail swished behind him and his broad back was covered in black fur.

The king let out another moan and his entire body seemed to flex. Thick veins began to expand across Arthur's body like wildfire as he let out deep gasping breaths. His legs began to grow longer and stronger as he began to increase in height. The king's calves and glutes tightened and became nearly as hard as stone. His chest then began to swell with power as his shoulders grew broader. Finally down below his ass swelled with muscle as it became a tight, firm bubble butt. The king was soon beginning to look like a strange humanoid behemoth with a cock overly proportionate to his massive body. But then there was a sudden crack and Arthur let out what sounded like a mixture of a moan and a neigh.

Cimmaron gasped and turned to his pile of books, thinking he still might have enough time. However as he looked down he saw his shorts, nearly to the point of tearing in half and a massive stain of precum showing at the front. Arthur let out another neigh from behind him and Cimmaron groaned as he was torn between thinking with his head, or his dick. His own throbbing erection was distracting him heavily, but he was still worried the changes might not be reversible.

Although....

He was working with one of the most powerful wizards to have ever lived, and he knew the magic he had used and exactly how the spell had occupied. Perhaps the reversion would be a trivial matter. If nothing from the sounds he was making and the stench of arousal in the air, Arthur seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Ahhh...Ahh..nnngh..." moaned Arthur.

Cimmaron then turned around to face the king, but was taken aback by his strange transformation.

His neck seemed to be changing faster than his head. The kings face looking slightly distorted in the throes of the change, but looking strangely small in comparison to the rest of his body. That hadn't stopped him from pleasuring himself though. The king's hands, which had grown even larger, were still wrapped around his massive cock even after they were covered in black fur.

"Arthur, can you still hear me?" said Cimmaron calmly.

Arthur nodded and snorted slightly, but still never took his hands off his shaft. The black fur had nearly covered his entire body at this point and was slowly working its way of Arthur's muscular neck.

Cimmaron smiled and slowly pulled down his shorts. His own cock slapped against his chest in the sudden freedom, its twenty inches of thick horseflesh throbbing slightly as he took his right hand and gripped the base of the shaft.

"It feels so good...." Moaned Arthur as another snapping sound rang out.

Arthur's face suddenly began to distort, his proud nose and chin lengthening out into a short, square muzzle. The black fur then spread across his face as it lengthened out into a short square muzzle. His ears had also begun to migrate to the top of his head and began to twist and turn as they took in the surrounding sounds of the room. After a few moments there was one final snapping sound as Arthurs muzzle locked into place and he let out a loud neigh.

"Arthur?" Cimmaron said softly after he had finished changing.

The newly made horse panted softly as his body adjusted to its new size and strength, but soon the king was able to stand up tall and proud and look around the room, then down at Cimmaron in confusion.

"Sir Cimmaron? You got so short..." said Arthur as his ears flicked atop his head.

"I'd say you got a heck of a lot bigger milord...." Said Cimmaron with a smirk

Arthur then looked down at his body in awe. He reached down and gently caressed his fur covered body and clenched his much larger hands. The king then lifted his arms and flexed the massive slabs of meat proudly.

Arthur had stopped his growth at about ten feet tall and stood over Cimmaron by a few feet. His body looked as if it was carved from solid obsidian, his pectorals where broad and massive, and he had gained another row of abdominals with his increased height, bringing him to a total count of eight.

"Amazing...I'm a giant!" said Arthur excitedly before he looked down at the angrily throbbing shaft in fount of him.

Arthur then nickered softly as he took one of his massive hands and wrapped it around the base of his shaft and began to slowly stroke it up to the medial ring, and back down again.

"Milord...Shall I show you how to use it properly?" said Cimmaron with a seductive tone as he slowly approached the massive equine.

"Yes...that would be best..." said Arthur with a soft moan.

Arthur grunted went back to stroking. His eyes were shut and he let out a soft moan as he felt Cimmaron heft his balls in his hands and playfully grope and tease them.

"I can't believe this...they're the size of coconuts, and you could almost use that thing as a battering ram..." said Cimmaron softly as he leaned in to smell the other equines masculine musk.

Cimmaron nickered and moaned as he leaned over to give Arthur's black shaft a teasing lick. Arthur let out a pleasured whinny and thrust his groin into Cimmaron's face. Cimmaron then continued to lick the shaft up and down, knowing there would be no way he could ever fit a pole of that size in any hole of his own, but he still intended on enjoying the giant for as long as he could. Arthur then begun to stroke the upper portion of his cock while Cimmaron attempted to wrap both of his hands around the meaty shaft. The horse's fingertips were just barely able to touch as he started to stroke the lower portion of the king's cock. Arthur let out a loud, nickering moan and Cimmaron felt as his precum began to slide down his shaft and slather his own hands. Cimmaron took this as a sign to speed up the process and he let go of the king's shaft and took hold of his own throbbing cock. Cimmaron placed his shaft against the kings and began to thrust rapidly, Cimmaron's own precum beginning to flow mixing with the king's as the two equines frotted together and coated each other in their own clear juices.

Arthur suddenly let out a loud neigh and stomped his foot on the ground as a large squirt of precum suddenly went sliding down his shaft. Cimmaron's chest was almost completely covered in the mixture of both of their juices, but underneath him he felt the king's balls tense against his own.

"Sir...Cimmaron...." Moaned Arthur.

But before Cimmaron could even say a word, the king wrapped his massive arms around the other Horse's body and held him close to his chest as he let out a nearly ear-splitting whinny as his massive cock throbbed and shot a thick, creamy load in-between their chests.

The king panted and moaned as his cock throbbed again, massive burst of cum firing out of his cock wildly as the flared tip swelled and began to space the two equines apart. Many of the shots had landed on the floor, but a few thick strands had coated the two equines in thick, musky spunk. Cimmaron moaned and began to rapidly hump the king's cock until he let out his own neigh of pleasure as his cock squirted its load in-between them and covered their chests in spunk. Arthur however never lost any power in his shots and most of them ended up flying into the air wildly the entire time. But after a while, the king had stopped firing, yet he still held Cimmaron close to his chest, as tight as ever with their cum beginning to stick to their pelts.

"Sire?" Said Cimmaron as he looked into Arthur's eyes that where still glazed over in pleasure.

The world then suddenly began to shift and Cimmaron felt as Arthur fell backwards, his body shaking the entire tower as he luckily landed on Cimmaron's bed. The wooden bedframe groaned underneath the weight of the two horses and Cimmaron chuckled softly as he looked up at the king, now completely passed out. After wiping some of the cum from his face, he looked around the room to see that the king had made an extremely sticky mess. Long strands of thick cum coated nearly everything, and he thought he saw some spots on the ceiling as well. The horse grunted as he began to squirm his way out of the larger horses grip until he was finally able to break free and stand up. Arthur was still passed out, looking like a massive pile of cum covered muscle with a slight smile on his face.

Cimmaron groaned and rubbed his chin as he looked over the kings body.

"Something tells me the legends of King Arthur are going to have one heck of an interesting re-write...."

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Epilogue

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*BONG!*

A massive bell rung out through Merlins laboratory as Cimmaron stood in fount of a massive gateway of light dressed in business suit attire with his golden pocket watch in hand.

"Well, it's time I left." He muttered to himself as he looked down at his watch with a disappointed sigh.

Cimmaron then felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around to see the smiling elderly face of Merlin.

"I enjoyed our time together my friend, be sure to check in now and again won't you?" said Merlin before he stood back next to king Arthur, dressed in a regal attire with a golden crown atop his head.

"You will always have a home here Sir Cimmaron, never forget that." Said King Arthur with a twinge of sadness in his voice.

Cimmaron smiled and nodded.

"Thank you both for putting up with me for so long. I will miss you all and the times I have spent here. But there is much I need to catch up on. Thankfully though, time is on my side." Said Cimmaron with a slight smirk as he held up his watch and clasped it closed.

"Farewell my friend!" said Merlin as Cimmaron turned to face the portal.

The sound of hoof steps rang out through the tower for one final as Cimmaron walked forward through the portal. A strange "Tick-tock, Tick-tock" began to sound from the portal as Cimmaron was enveloped in a bright light.

*BONG!*

The final bell had tolled and the light was suddenly gone, along with Cimmaron.

Arthur sighed and turned to face Master Merlin who looked up to the king with a smile.

"He will always be remembered." Said Merlin softly.

"I know, but I will still miss him..." said Arthur sadly as he turned to face the doorway.

The king then began to walk walk towards the wooden door of the tower, but then suddenly stopped as his hand touched the metal door knob.

"We should write his story. Something for future generations to remember," Said Arthur softly.

"He asked that he not be recorded..." said Merlin sternly.

"I know, but we can change a few things here and there, leave out a few important details. I'm sure he won't mind." Arthur responded.

Merlin chuckled and approached the king and placed a hand on his broad shoulder.

"And what will the name of this tale be?" asked Merlin.

Arthur then turned and smiled, looking down at the wizard who stared up at the king in shock.

"The Trials of Sir Cimmaron, The Traveller." Arthur said as a pair of equine ears flicked atop his head.