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The New Lives of the Transformed

Part Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

Two years later…

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“Look at Silver, he's grown up so strong."

Starlight nickered, watching over the fence with Copper at his side as his son, a silver-grey stallion, snorted and curled his upper lip. One of Copper's daughters had come into season and he was more than happy to take her invite as she winked and presented to him, her tail hiked to openly and display her need. That was all natural, however, all a part of being a horse. They were proud, both of them, to see their bloodlines continue, how well the offspring of the transformed horses had come through to serve the king.

Those that had been foaled three years prior would start groundwork training soon, waiting until their bones and growth plates had fully grown before beginning ridden work. Though there was still the chance for them to be long-lined and to do some groundwork, letting their brains get used to working with humans and anthros. It was important not to stress them and, at the very least, technology and animal rights had come on to such a stage that it was no longer seen as necessary to stress young horses into doing too much before they were ready.

A lot of good had happened under the king. All that those saw on the farm was the good side of it.

Copper and Starlight did not take their intelligent minds to full capacity, or near enough, all that much. They felt closer to nature when they were dumb horses, more content – and wasn't that what their lives there were all about.

Saron wanted to see how Copper did on the racetrack, though he was not as young nor as light as some Thoroughbred racehorses. The chestnut stallion whinnied and pranced, though in training, his mind was too busy with too many thoughts, every nuance of thinking clustering in, pushing and demanding that he pay more and more attention. His rider, a light jockey, balanced on top of him in a small racing saddle, even the aluminium shoes that had been nailed on offering him greater speed when he did not have iron horseshoes to lug around with him. Every second counted in a race.

“Human…" He glanced back, his jockey pausing mid-instruction. “Please, reduce my ability to think again. You have the remote, don't you? This is not needed, I only need to understand the command."

His jockey laughed, rubbing his jaw, though his goggles obscured his eyes, not allowing Copper to see what lay behind them.

“You are a strange one… But no worry, no worry, I'll get you sorted! Let's see how fast you can run!"

However, Copper was not the fastest horse, even though he loved to run, to feel the wind in his mane, picking it up from his neck as he flew with his ancestors of old, proud Thoroughbreds that understood the need for racing, the need for flying without wings. It was in their blood, what they had been bred for, and there was a little of that too in Copper after his transformation.

Alas, he was a little too large to make the ranks as he raced publicly alongside other Thoroughbreds and the other horses that had been transformed and bred naturally alike. The track was a place where they could all be pitted equally against one another, side by side, the king up in the raucous stands, his private box, cheering with the rest of them.

Alas, the king had many complaints over the fact that his horses did not win as often as he wanted them to, others coming in from neighbouring cities and even across the country with the best of their best. Even though he'd built a renowned racetrack, what good was any of that if he didn't have a winner to stream around the track, championing his name?

Not that that was Copper's fault, or the fault of any of the other racehorses he filled his fine racing stable with. Copper and Starlight were better suited to being stud horses in the pasture, allowing him to progress too with his breeding program. Though he made sure to find a use for every horse that was born, not following the wasteful ways of old in racing. Regardless of everything, he wanted a fast horse, one to carry his name with pride.

However, the world was changing and a certain grey mare had lost her job. Sitting in the office of the farm, which had expanded over the last couple of years, she smiled, dressed smartly enough for an interview at a horse farm.

“Yes, that's right – I worked with my parents with horses when I was younger, I've grown up around them. We even bred Welsh Mountain ponies for children's show classes. Some even went on to win driving events, it was a great time of my life. It's something that I'd hoped to get back to for a long time and this is the perfect opportunity for me to show my skills. I can also, of course, be useful around the barn in the offices too, if that would be helpful. I'm fairly flexible when it comes to work and I think the biggest part of working on a farm like this is being willing to pitch in where needed."

Symone smiled. Yes, her life had changed, though there was still a sadness in her from losing her partner, Joseph. She'd always known that he'd had a dangerous line of work, but, well…maybe a little something more than disappearing in the middle of the night would have been appreciated. Yet she did not know if that was something that she could ever have even, justly, hoped for, despite everything. Maybe she was out of line in expecting too much from him, though she had struck out on her own, even after the birth of their son. He was already the spitting image of his father, yet she had to provide for him as a single parent in a changing world.

Working at the horse farm would give her something she knew, something to sink her teeth into and dig down into. Something that wasn't sitting behind an office desk, filing and filling out forms. She didn't know whether she could handle that again.

The farm hiring manager, chewed at their cheek, looking over her forms, her experience, though the decision was fairly easy. He smiled, a cheetah with a long, lashing tail that flicked back and forth. It was an easy job for him to do, though he had to keep a steady flow of staff where new jobs were always being created. There always seemed to be something new to do, though even he had to admit that it was great for the job market. The king really had turned things around in that way and he could not deny that, as much as the world around him had changed.

“You're accepted, I've heard enough," the cheetah said with a smile. “You've convinced me! Though there will be a trial period for you to demonstrate your skills. How do you feel about taking a tour of the farm to get your hooves a little more settled here?"

She grinned widely.

“Oh, excellent! Thank you! Yes, I'd love a tour! I have foal care set up for another few hours so I'm all yours for now!"

The cheetah rose, reintroducing himself not as Mr Davison but Mark, a friendlier name that she could refer to him to if any day to day issues needed resolving.

The farm was expansive, several indoor barns holding many stables, though others had been built outside too – for the horses that preferred more fresh air, it was explained to her.

“The breeding program here is something that you may be quite interested in too," he explained to her as they meandered towards the stud horse and broodmare fields. “Here, I'll show you."

Down at the fields were two stallions enjoying the same mare, Starlight and Copper, nickering and bumping lightly into one another as they mounted her. Copper did not quite get the right angle, nickering in annoyance at his friend as Starlight got the spoils, cock thrusting and filling the mare, spreading her open with nothing more than a beast's dumb delight. He didn't even know that the grey mare watching him, Symone, was his fiancée – well, not anymore. She'd moved on with her life, as he had done. It was the right thing to do.

“There are two of our best stallions," Mark said, sweeping his arm out wide as if they needed further introduction. “Starlight and Copper. Aren't they wonderful? Their bloodlines are stupendous and they have never failed to produce good, strong foals."

She whistled softly, shaking her head, though she had nothing but admiration for the stallions, how they so willingly shared a mare between them. They pumped away together, though Copper's cock slid over the mare's hindquarters, missing his mark, while Starlight ejaculated swiftly inside her, tail lifted and flicking proudly. Only when he was done did Copper take his place properly, a stream of cum streaking from her marehood, though it was swiftly plugged once more with a throbbing length of stallion shaft.

“My… They do seem to know what they're doing. They must be top quality stud horses to be able to take a mare with such kindness. And the quality of their semen… How many foals did you say they had again?"

Mark indulged her, noting the foals, what they would go on to do, what aptitudes seemed to fit them best, her impression of the stallions growing more and more by the moment. They would even have been something that Joseph would have been interested in, how it all worked, but she pushed that thought from her mind. Best not to think about that.

The mare trembled as she was bred, throaty nickers tickling forth, her lips wobbling, though Copper was a kind and skilled lover, even as Starlight playfully tried to butt in, once again, his cock half-hard and somewhat ready to mount all over again. For the stud stallions, it was their favourite duty, Copper nibbling tenderly at the mare's withers as her folds flexed around him, coaxing his seed forth in long ropes of lust.

As Copper dismounted, the mare's folds were left as a messy cream-pie, winking still as great, thick slurps of sloppy stallion cum teased out as if she was urinating. Yet it was all their cream, every last drop of it, the scent of sex heavy in the air, even out there in the field. It marked her cock and splattered her dark hind legs even as she continued to brace and present, as if the mare knew something that the anthros there did not and that she could be mounted again in but a moment. It would not, for Starlight and Copper, be any trouble to get hard again and go for a second time.

Starlight's head lifted inquisitively. The strange mare over there was an anthro and not of any true interest to him, though he did make it a point to check out anyone new in case they had treats. Treats were always good, something he hungered for, something he could not get on his own. And the anthros and humans often around there were so very kind. He licked his lips, but something even more appealing rattled by: a large, black horse pulling a cart piled high with rectangular hay bales, which had been strapped down. The man guiding the horse and cart from the driver's seat flicked the whip encouragingly, turning him a little to the right.

“There's a good boy… Using different muscles now, hey? Better than going around in circles at the king's riding school. Out here, in the nice, fresh air…"

The cart rattled a little, wooden but serviceable, the king's emblem on the right side. The horse was male, but did not have any noticeable balls under his body: a gelding. For it was Carbon, not that Symone would recognise him from times gone by, his long forelock and mane draped beautifully down his neck, the type of horse that could have stepped right out of a fairy tale to bring joy to people.

“Yes… I think you're right," Symone said, answering a question from Mark. “I think I'm going to fit right in here. Everything is coming together."

Soon, she would get to grips with the farm and how everything worked, the sun shining, the horses happy, everyone getting along just fine. For a new job and a place to work under their new king, was there anything more that the mare could have hoped for?

Only, she would never know how close she was to her ex-partner, how his life had changed… But perhaps that was for the better.

*

Elsewhere, however, there were other things at play in the world, bringing the leader of the rebels to drastic, desperate measures.

Hika hunkered under his hood, rain streaming down the waterproof back of it, though the tear at the wrist of his jacket did not help. The water streaming helped hide them from view, the rain heavy, cars roaring down the street when their occupants dared venture out, the city streets lightly flooded. Not enough to warrant any trouble while driving through most places, but enough that anyone walking was quite likely going to get their feet wet, regardless of the boots they had. The king had mistaken many parts of running a city as his rule expanded and one of those things was the sewers, how wastewater was channelled away. But that did not affect the king, so he did not care.

Others cared. Others cared rather a lot.

The lioness, Minerva, smiled at him, back under the awning of a shop, though not one she frequented.

“You're on time. Here is the delivery."

She did not need to say more, the white lioness short and clipped, business-like and perfunctory. Once she had done what was needed, she could get home, stretch out before the fire, take a massage. It was exhausting work, after all, doing what she did.

Hika's hand closed around the flash drive, his eyes more resolute than ever, though the lines around them were weary. The leader of the rebellion had much to worry about, though he knew he could get away at a moment's notice if needed, if the lioness turned on him. There was always that chance, but it was a chance he had to take.

“It's a risk," Hika muttered, swallowing hard. “You… You should know what I am taken on here."

Her eyes locked onto his, giving him no other option.

“Your risk will be rewarded, Hika: that, you should know. I'll see you when it's complete."

She left him in the rain, an umbrella opened over her head, streetlights glancing over the wet dome of it, a long coat coming down to her knees. She would not need to play anymore of a part there, her role done, at least for the time being.

Hika melted into the shadows, as if he had never been, the flash drive neatly tucked into the palm of his hand. He might not have known what had turned Minerva, but he was not about to change the course of his destiny where it had been handed to him.

There…they finally had a chance.

The king had changed the world. Though there were still some fighting back…