Hot to Trot

I have several hobbies aside from simply turning people into fashions for me to wear. I also like to go riding. There’s a friend of mine who owns a ranch not far outside of Atlanta. I like to visit him every so often. His name’s Wyatt Eurtion, though he often goes by other names.

I pulled up the drive to the ranch with Ez sitting next to me in the car. She was bored and upset, the batteries to her Eye pod thing had died and she was forced to listen to my music the whole ride. She looked around at the open fields with the same look of disdain that I use on her choice of outfits.

As I stepped out of my car and saw Wyatt walking over to us. Ez also stepped out made a point of covering her nose.

“Maggie! How’s my favorite Witch?” He came over and gave me a quick hug. “And who is this young lady?” He asked looking at Ez.

“This is Ezmeralda, my new apprentice. Ez, this is Wyatt.”

“Um, yeah, just call me Ez.” She didn’t make eye contact.

“So you’re here for some riding? Come right this way.” He opened the gate to the stable area and we followed him through.

As we walked toward the stables Ez stopped, “Look, I’m just gonna sit in the car, okay?”

I exchanged glances with Wyatt and then looked back at Ez. “And how exactly are you going to fit in the car like that?”

Ez looked puzzled “What?” she then looked down at herself. From the waist up she was the same, but below her belt she was now sported four hoofed horse’s legs. “Gah! What tha?! I’ve got a horse butt!”

“And a lovely one at that.” Wyatt clopped over to lay his hand on Ez’s shoulder. Wyatt had returned to his normal shape. He was a Centaur born and bred. He also had enough blood of the gods in him to be able to cast spells.

I walked along on my two legs running a hand along his flank. “So, Sugar, you got a ride for little old me?”

“Oh, yes, Ma’am! I got in some new ones just the other day.” He led us into the stable. Ez followed us but was having a bit of trouble with all her new legs. “Manuel, could you come here, Por favor?”

A young well-muscled Hispanic man set down a pitchfork and walked up to us. “Si?” He didn’t seem to notice anything strange about Wyatt or Ez.

“Manuel is still new here, so I haven’t lifted the illusion spell that covers the property for him yet. But I figure it’s time for him to get better acquainted with our little ranch.” Wyatt looked down at me. “Maggie, would you prefer a stallion or a mare?”

“Que?” asked the stable hand.

“Oh, a mare will be fine I prefer a peaceful ride.”

Wyatt looked down at the man before him. Wyatt’s magic is different than most people’s, but no less real. Manuel’s form blurred out as you would see in some movie, when a person is fooling with the focus. Then the blurred shape coalesced, tightened and sharpened into a gorgeous Latin Centaurita.

The reshaped ranch hand looked down at herself and stared in shock. She lifted a foreleg, twitched her tail and cupped her breasts. “Ay Caramba!" was all she said.

I caught Ez staring at the new Centaurette as well, only she was studying the twists and loops of the spell itself learning it for herself. Despite her attitude she was a good apprentice.

The afternoon was quite enjoyable. Manuel was out fitted with a saddle and bridal and I had a lot of fun riding her around. She kept quiet the whole time, obeying my commands and only occasionally checking out her new body. Wyatt said that she should make a great brood mare. Of course since it was his ranch he was the leading stud.

Ez also wound up having a good time. Wyatt offered her a small drink. Centaurs do love their booze. The fact that Ez is a cheap drunk didn’t help. She wound up running circles round the race track topless. I do hope Wyatt was a gentleman with her though, I don’t need her worrying about a foal as I’m trying to train her in the mystical arts.