(Man to Mare)


Mark sighed, his hands raised above his head.  How did he always get himself into situations like this?
His assistant stood across from him.  Mira was smart, angry, and she had one of his old spellbooks.  That made for a very dangerous combination.  “You know, you always said you’d get me a pony...”  The white-haired girl grinned evilly.
“Oh no.  Oh, no no no.  No.”  Mark waggled one of his fingers.
“So I guess you could say it’s rather behooving of me to do this.”  She stretched out her pun, and Mark sighed as his fingers cramped up.  He balled them up into fists reflexively, not a moment too soon.  Thick, black enamel encased his hands as they reshaped into hooves.  At least he didn’t have to deal with the sensation of his fingers shrinking into his hands.
“Ahn.  Okay, very funny.”  He clapped his hooves together sarcastically.  “But you’ve had your fun, and that’s enough.”
“Enough?  It’s enough?”  She repeated him incredulously.
Mark frowned.  “Yes?  What’s this about, anyways?”  He hated to admit, but he honestly had no idea.  Tonight he changed her into a rabbit, and the night before that was a dove.  Pretty standard stuff for their show.
She scowled incredulously.  “Mark, you remember how you changed me into a dog three weeks ago?”
“And?”  He shrugged.
“A male dog?  I humped your leg, for God’s sake!”  Mira shuddered at the memory.
Oh.  That would do it.  Mark tried to go on the defensive.  “Hey, the crowd wanted it.”
“Could you even try to be apologetic?”  She asked.
“Probably.”  He flashed her a smile.  “I wouldn’t mean any of it, though.”  Mark quickly realized that he had misspoken, Mira’s anger almost visible.
“That’s it!”  She frowned, and Mark could feel the magic in the room shifting.
“Mira...  What did you do?”  He said the words slowly.  Novices tended to make mistakes, and with shapeshifting, that was never a good thing.
“Nothing... Mary.”  Miraa grinned evilly.
Mark gasped as he realized his male parts were gone.  Then, his breath hitched again as a lovely pair of breasts snapped off the top two buttons on his shirt.  He quickly pulled his pants down, hooves tearing the pockets slightly.  They hit the floor just in time for his ass to blossom into that of a fetishist’s wet dream.
“Mary and Mira.  I could get to like that.”  Mira nodded, her evil smile growing.
Mary glared.  “Okay, you’ve had your fun.  Tell you what, I’ll even stay like this for tonight.  But we-heee-heeigh!”  Her eyes widened as she lost the ability to speak.  No fingers AND no speech?  That wasn’t good, especially not against one of her own spells.  Mary quickly bent over, tearing off her shirt and letting it slide to the floor.  She could feel fur growing from every pore of her body, and she’d rather not accidentally suffocate on her own clothes.
Mira blinked, startled.  “Wh-what’s going on?  Why isn’t it stopping?”
Mary whinnied as she fell to all fours, her chest barreling out.  Her arms and legs quickly grew to support her weight, which increased as her body filled out further, matching equine proportions.
Mary snorted as her neck stretched out, lengthening and thickening.  At the other end of her body, a tail sprouted from her ass, flicking from side to side as hairs fleshed it out to match that of any common horse.
Her hair lengthened in some places, thinning in others, and she shook her head as she grew a mane.  Then, she closed her eyes.  This part was always unsettling.
Even with her eyes closed, Mary could feel them sliding to either side of her face as her skull stretched out to form a muzzle.  She let out a loud whinny as her tongue swelled and her teeth thickened.  She clacked them together experimentally, making sure the changes were almost done.  Lastly, her nostrils overtook the rest of her nose, expanding to better suit her new form, filling larger lungs with deep breaths.
Mary opened her eyes and glared at her assistant, who blushed.
“Okay, not my best move.  But let’s be honest here, you did deserve it a little.”  Mira held up a hand placatingly.
Mary rolled her eyes, then nodded for Mira to continue.
“Oh.  Um.  That’s it, I guess.  So how do I change you back?”  Mira started flipping through the old spellbook.
Mary snorted with exasperation, then clopped her hoof on the ground twice.  Mira looked over, and Mary traced the numbers ‘7 7’  on the ground with a hoof.
“Oh!”  Mira blinked, then flipped to the page.  She glanced over the words of power, then looked at Mary, making a face as she concentrated.
Mary whinnied with joy as she felt a change in her nether regions as she regained male equipment.  It was great to be Mark again.
Mira smiled, then her face fell when nothing further happened.  “Um...  I think I messed up.”
“Not really.”  Mark spoke from the horse’s body.
“Oh, you can talk again!”  Mira clapped.  “Now, what do I do from here?”
“Emoceb a tibbar.”  Mark recited.
Mary opened her mouth to say that she didn’t understand, then with a squeak fell several feet to the floor, back to being a fluffy white rabbit.  At least she was a normally proportioned rabbit this time.  She tried to shake off the pile of clothes on her to little avail.
Mark nodded, then spoke again.  “Won mi ckab ot gnieb namuh.”  There was a flash of light, and a decidedly naked magician stood before the rabbit.
Mira cowered as he walked closer, picking her up.
“Now.  You had a point, I messed up.  I’m sorry for that.  But never.  Never, ever.  Ever.  Perform magic that you don’t know how to undo.  Understood?”  He held the rabbit up to his face so they were looking eye to eye.
Mira nodded, her cheeks twitching.
“Good.”  He cradled her in his arms, then waved a hand, clothing himself in robes with a quick spell.  He turned and slumped onto his recliner, scratching her behind her ears.
“We’ll start your counterspell training tomorrow.  For tonight though, we have television to watch.”  He waved his hand and the channel flickered to her favorite show.
“By the way, don’t think that I’m rewarding you for your bad behavior.  You’re staying as a rabbit tonight as punishment.  But this,” Mark gestured to the television, “is my way of apologizing.  Plus I didn’t want to wait a week to see if he’d avenge his mother.”
Mira blinked as she realized it the episode was one that was going to air next week.  She nuzzled Mark happily, then settled against the big softy’s chest.