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The Marble Horse (Animal TF TG AR)
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by ~Daguss
A Young Teen walked down the rural farm road. He was of a Decent build,
about 5'6'', not too thin, not too fat. He kept his dirty blond hair a
little shaggy, the bangs long enough to reach his blue eyes, which looked
around for anyone who might see him. His hands were bundled in the
pockets of his hoodie. He approached the closest fence and pulled a hand
out of his pocket, revealing two sugar cubes. A beautiful Chestnut mare
sat in the field a few yards away, grazing peacefully in the pasture.
Behind her, a big red barn sat on a hill. Greg Whistled softly to get the
mare's attention. Her ears perked and she raised her head. Greg held out
his hand and whistled again. The Horse sniffed the air and trotted over
to the fence. He stuck his hand out and the Mare bent down to lick up the
two sugar cubes. As she chewed on them, Greg reached his hand out and
patted the side of her face, making soothing noises. The mare bent into
his touches, enjoying the attention. Greg smiled. He came out here every
week for Edna, as he called the Mare. She was a beautiful horse, and he
loved horses. He could tell you everything there was to know about
horses. Which ones where best for show, for work, for riding, even the
breed by looking at it.
Now, Edna was by no means a pure bred, but she was still his favorite.
Even if she wasn't his. He just hopped Brandon Hayes didn't catch him out
here messing with his horse. He'd be pissed. That old man was so
possessive, and he barely treated his animals right...After all, what was
so wrong about showing some affection towards his animals? He fished out
another sugar cube and gave it to Edna. She happily accepted it.
After another moment of petting, Greg decided it would be best to leave
before he got in trouble. Good thing too, because barely a minute later,
old man Hayes drove by in his truck, suspecting nothing.
It was lunch time as Greg walked through the door of his own house. "Mom!
I'm home!" he called out.
A woman's voice acknowledged from the living room.
"Hey, Greg. You got a call from Leo. He said he wanted you to come over.
I told him you'd be over after you ate," his mom responded. Greg was his
best friend, well, his only friend. He didn't talk to a lot of other
people. Leo was one of the few he'd ever met that accepted him as a nice
guy.
"Alright, mom. Let me get some food. We still got that left over
Ravioli?" he asked. He made his way to the kitchen, before receiving an
answer.
An hour later, Greg knocked on the door of his friends house. Leo opened
up the door. "Hey, dude! What it is, bro?" they exchanged a quick series
of hand shakes before proceeding inside. Leo was from California,
initially. He was the same age as Greg, about 17, and he always talked
about how he loved to surf. How he ended up here, up in Northern Arkansas
was a mystery to Greg. He kept his blond hair shaggy, hiding his pierced
ear. His green eyes always shone with enthusiasm and excitement, as if
each day was a blessing to him. "Well, I called you over cuz I got
something you might like. Come with me." He said. He led Greg to his
bedroom. Many surfing trophies hung on shelves on the wall. But on his
bed was a wooden Cigar box.
"Alright, check this out, bro." He reached for the box, and held it,
ready to open it. "I know how you like Horses, so, like, I went with my
mom to the flea market. I found this, and I knew I missed your birthday,
so, here." He flipped open the lid to reveal a bundle wrapped in a
velvety cloth. He picked it up and unwrapped it, revealing a horse,
carved out of Marble. Greg gasped in awe. "It cost a pretty penny, but
nothin' I'm gonna miss. Happy Birthday, bro!" He smiled widely at Greg's
reaction. The rest of the day was spent playing video games and chatting
about all manner of things. When Greg finally got home, he proudly showed
off the marble horse figurine to his mom. Even though she wasn't into
horses, she thought it was gorgeous. He took it up to his room and sat it
up in a place of honor on his dresser. He ate supper, then promptly went
to bed. He wanted to go see Edna again tomorrow.
The next day turned out be a stormy one. The wind rocked the windows of
his house and Greg was shocked into awareness by a loud clap of thunder
that shook the walls. He could tell it was pretty close by. He turned to
look at his alarm clock, finding it to be about 10 o'clock in the
morning. It was as good a time as any to be awake, so he got up and
preformed his daily rituals. Unfortunately, this wasn't pleasant whether
to be outside in. So, he reluctantly voted against going to see Edna
today. Instead he spent it in his room playing video games until the
power died. Then he had to find other ways to occupy his time.
He took out the Marble Horse again, and admired everything about it. The
craftsmanship was unbelievable. Greg could almost see every hair on the
mane, and tail. It was then that Greg saw the etching on the side. It was
placed in a way that it blended with the black veins that ran through out
the marble. On a hunch, he pulled out a flash light and found that if he
shined it at the right angle, he make out a set of strange symbols. Was
it Cuniform? Greg wasn't an expert of written languages, but he knew
enough to know that sandscrit was thinner and taller, usually connecting.
It wasn't hieroglyphics either, and Latin, at least, looked like real
letters.
Judging from the scratches and lines, it did look a lot like Oriental
characters, but just a little more elegant. His mom being a foreign
language professor at a local College, she decided to take it to her. He
grabbed the horse and went to see his mom. "Hey, mom," He called out to
her, awaiting the voice to find it's origin, eventually connecting it
with the kitchen area. "I found some kind of writing on the Horse Leo
gave me. I think it might be chinese." His mom looked up from the gas
stove she was trying to light with a lighter of her own.
"Well, it could very well be possible. Horses were everywhere. The
chinese used them for war as much as the Europeans did. Mind if I take a
look?" She placed out her hand to accept the gift. However as Greg
reached his hand over to give it, it slipped out of his hands and fell to
the tile floor. Greg made a dive for it, but missed and it broke into
three pieces.
"Oh, no!" Greg lamented. He reached down to pick up the pieces at the
same time as his mom. Their fingers touched on a piece at the same time
and a shock rolled up their arms and through their bodies. "Ouch!" His
mom exclaimed. "You shocked me!" His mom said teasingly. But Greg was not
in the mood. He picked up the pieces and stared at them. "Greg, I can put
it back together." His mom comforted. She knew how much he loved any
thing to do with horses. "I'll just need to get some Superglue. We're
just lucky it broke into big pieces."
The rest of the day was spent doing nothing. Along with the power, the
phone line was down too. Supper was sandwhiches, because Greg's mom still
couldn't get the stove to work. She glued the pieces together and set
them out to dry. Greg went to sleep around 11 o'clock. The storm didn't
stop.
The next morning, it was quiet. The storm had finally died down. Greg
pulled himself out of the bed and looked out his bedroom window. A couple
trees had fallen and littered the yard, but they all had missed the
house. It would still be a pain to clean up. It was still too wet outside
to do anything without a vehicle.
Greg went downstairs to the kitchen to fix up some cerial. He went to
inspect the marble horse on the counter, but to his surprise, he saw two
figurines now. One was the marble horse from before, now standing on it's
legs. The other was a smaller one that looked more lanky, more like a
foal. Where did you come from? He thought. He figured maybe his mom went
out early and found another one, but that idea was dashed when his mom
came down from her own room dressed for the morning while he was eating a
bowl of rice crispies. As she went to fix a cup of coffee, she noticed
the two horses.
"Greg, where did you get this other one?" She asked. "Well, there goes
that idea," Greg thought.
"I thought you might have gotten them," Greg replied.
"No, I went to sleep after trying for two hours to glue your horse back
together," his mom countered. "No matter what I did, the pieces wouldn't
stay. So I just left it."
"Then where did the other piece come from?" Greg argued. His mom simply
shrugged her shoulders. Just then the telephone rang. "Guess the phone
line's back up." Greg thought idly as he took another bite of cereal. His
mom answered the phone and began talking with the person on the other end
of the mouthpiece. After a couple minutes of conversation she said
goodbye and hung up.
"That was Mr. Hayes, calling. He said the storm knocked a tree over into
the barn. He wants to pay you and a friend to help him clear the mess up.
I told him you'd do it." His mom said, a knowing smile on her face.
"What? How much is he paying?" Greg asked, a little irked that his mom
volunteered him.
"He said $150 a person. I think you could bring Leo out there and spend
some time with him. It's good money too. I told him i'd bring you down,
so if you wanna go ahead and call Leo, we can head out." Greg sighed. He
didn't really like Mr. Hayes. But it was good money. Although, why he'd
ask for Greg was a mystery. There were other people that could do the
job. He called Leo and told him the news and 30 minutes later the door
bell wrang.
"Hey, bro," Leo greeted as he stepped inside. "When are we leaving?" he
asked.
"Mom's upstairs in the shower still. I gotta show you something." Greg
said. He lead Leo into the kitchen explaining what happened to the horse
the night before. "It broke into pieces. Mom said she was gonna glue it
together, but when I woke up this morning, there were two." He showed Leo
the horses on the countertop. Leo saw the two figurines and looked
confused.
"So, where'd the other one come from?" he asked skeptically.
"We don't know," Greg replied. "That's the question of the day." Greg's
mom came downstairs a minute later and the three left to go to the Hayes
place.
Mr. Hayes was waiting outside for them when they drove up the dirt drive
way. He had gloves on his hands and saw dust all over his clothes. Greg's
mom parked the truck she drove and turned it off. Everyone stepped out
and Mr. Hayes greeted them and explained the situation. "Alright, I got
the tree mostly cut up, but the debri is still there. I'm gonna give you
two some gloves," He said, looking at Greg and Leo, "so you guys can
start pulling everything out. There's a pile outside where I started
clearing it out, but you got here 'fore I got too far. In about, uh..."
He looked at his watch on his wrist, "two hours I'll treat you to some
lunch. Gloves are in the basket on the truck bed over there." He said
gesturing behind him. "Mrs. Weaver," He said looking at Greg's mom, "Want
some fire wood to take back with ya?"
"Uh, sure," she replied. "Haven't used the fire place in a while. I guess
I'll take some if you don't need it." Mr. Hayes waved his hand
dismissively as the two teenagers ran of to get gloves.
"I got a huge pile waiten' for me. I don't need it," he replied.
The tree that had fallen on the barn turned out to be a monster. When it
fell, it took about six feet of the barn with it, splitting it nearly in
half. The tree, they found, was nearly completely cut up. A chain saw
rested at it's side, chucks of wood embedded in it's chain. "Whoa," Leo
said looking at it. "Looks like he jammed it up." He slid the thick
leather gloves more snuggly on his hands and grabbed for a broken piece
of a wooden beam and began dragging it out. Greg couldn't help but look
around a bit, trying to find Edna. He hadn't seen her in the field. He
bent down and grabbed some pieces of wood, probably part of a stall, and
carried it out. Mr. Hayes came back a few minutes later and began working
to replace the chain on the saw. It was about 30 minutes later that he
got it fixed and began chopping the other pieces into a more managable
size, before moving on to the larger tree was now 2/3 shorter.
The work took a while, and it was tedious, but as promised, Mr. Hayes
left around two hours later and came back with McDonalds. They took a
break and enjoyed the burgers. Leo went out to look around, leaving Greg
with Mr. Hayes. Greg never really like Mr. Hayes. He supposed it was just
finding a reason to hate him, because he seemed nice enough. Greg decided
to try conversation. "So, Mr Hayes, I noticed your Mare isn't around. Is
she okay?"
"Oh, Nelly?" Mr. Hayes responded, chuckling a little. "No, she wasn't
mine. I was just training her. Unfortunately, the barn roof collapsing
left her without a place to stay, so I took her down the road a bit to a
friend. When I get the barn repaired I'll bring her back. Then you can
ride her some." Greg nearly spit out his coke. Mr. Hayes laughed. "Oh,
come on, boy, I wasn't born yesterday. I know you come down here and give
all sorts of attentions. She's always a bit excited after I see you
walking away." He chuckled again.
"Are you mad?" Greg asked
"Naw, I'm not mad. You like horses," he said. "So do I. That's why I'm
into the Training business. It's actually why I called you down. Tell you
what. Meet me tomorrow, and I'll take you down to see her. I know she
likes you." Greg smiled as Leo came back. They got to work, and worked
the rest of the day. They got the debri cleared out and Mr. Hayes put the
cut wood in a pile to give to Greg's mom, when she came back down. She
arrived a few minutes later and Mr. Hayes began loading the wood in to
the truck as Greg took a walk around the pasture. He was thinking to
himslef about Edna, and how the storm had destroyed the barn. Then his
mind wandered to the horse figurine Leo had bought him. His hands were
getting cold, in the fall air, so he stuck his hands into the jacket of
his pocket, but his fingers bumped into something smooth and hard in his
pocket. Curious and confused, grasped it, and pulled it out.
His eyes widened in shock as he found himself holding the smaller marble
horse, the one that looked like a foal. "How did you get in here?" he
wondered aload. He hadn't put them in his pockets. He distinctly
remembered not touching them. He turned and went back towards the barn to
show his mom. When he reached the barn, she was closing the tail gate.
Mr. Hayes handed a few twenty's to Leo then held some money out for Greg.
Greg took the money and put in his pocket mutterng a quick thank you. In
the distance, he heard Mr. Hayes call out a reminder about tomorrow, and
as his mom was going back towards the truck, she noticed him.
"Greg?" she asked, concern evident on her face. "You look like you just
saw a ghost."
"Mom, I found one of the horses in my pocket," he explained whitefaced.
"I didn't put it there, I know, but it's there."
"Well, that's kinda ridiculous," his mom answered, calmly. "Maybe you
just did it without realizing it." She went to sit down in the driver
seat, but jumped up again, an astonished look on her face. She turned to
look at the seat and Greg stood with his own door open as he saw what his
mom had sat on. It was the other horse. His mom picked it up. "Now that's
weird. I know I didn't pick it up. It was at home when I left just a few
minutes...come to think of it, so was the other one..." She looked at
Greg in confusion. Then he looked at his hands and patted his pocket.
"Where's the smaller one?" Greg demanded. It had been in his hands. He
remembered having it as he walked through the barn. He rushed back to the
barn, set off balance by a sudden burst of wind. Lightning cracked in the
distance.
"Uh, oh," Mr. Hayes called out. "Looks like tornado weather. Y'all better
come inside!"
"Not until I find my horse!" Greg called out, rushing to the barn. His
mom called after him and followed him, but he wasn't paying attention. He
didn't know why he would sacrifice his life for the Horse figurine, maybe
it was the fact that it was sentimental, or that they were mysterious. He
found it laying in a stall. He must have dropped it as he passed through.
He reached down to pick it up, but once his fingers made contact, a
static charge passed through his arm that he felt across his body. The
hair on his skin stood on end, and he wandered breifly if this is what it
felt like to be struck by lightning, but then his mom was grabbing him
and pulling him away. They didn't get very far.
An immense pain coursed through their bodies causing them to double over.
The horse figurines faded from their hands, turning to dust and flying
away in a gust of wind that tore through the barn, whipping violently at
their clothing. They could feel their clothes ripping away, as if
becoming brittle, turning into sand, as it was blown away, as well. Soon,
both mother and son were nude, but neither really cared at the moment, as
the pain intesified. They could feel every bone in their body. Every
muscle, every pore on their skin, as it burned in pain. When it stopped,
Greg found himself on the floor of the barn. He was still nude. He was
covered in sweat and breathing heavily. He had time to look at his mom as
an incredibly odd sensation took the place of the pain.
His legs stretched out, and he watched them grow thinner, his feet
crushing in on themselves as they too grew longer. His toenails turned
black, and to his horror, began merging together. Then with a loud 'POP'
his knees reversed. He emmediately recognized his legs. "Oh, no!" He
called out. His mom let out a scream of horror, and he looked over and
saw her on her knees, staring at her hands, only they weren't hands
anymore. They were hooves, just like his own feet. He stared in horror at
his mother, even as a long reddish brown tail sprouted from her tailbone.
He could feel his own growing, and could feel the changes roll up his own
body. He stood up on his unsteady hooves and looked at his hands,
watching as his thumbs pulled up into his hands, his fingers growing
thicker, fingernails growing larger, turning black. As he watched, his
hands became hooves as well. "Why is this happening!" he begged to no
one.
To his side, his mom fell to all fours, her arms and legs now completely
those of a horse. Her long brown hair pulled into her head in places,
leaving a mohawk across her head, even as more grew down her spine, to
about her mid back. Her breasts shrank into her chest, even as her chest
barrelled out. She could feel something near her crotch, where it used to
be, like a pulling in two spots. She bent her head to luck under her
body, and saw, dangling between her legs, two long, large teats. The
flesh behind them ballooned outwards as liquid filled them. Her head was
forced up as her neck grew longer, and thick. Her face began to push
outward as her ears moved to the top of her head, elongating, and
thinning out. She managed a single gasp of horror, before her face
elongated as well, her eyes blurring as they changed to those of a horse.
The final changes took over her face, leaving nothing physical of the old
Mrs. Weaver, only a bald horse, but that changed, too as light brown fur
sprouted from her body. She could only stare in horror and watch her own
son's tranformation.
Greg was now on his back, his hands and feet finished as well, fur was
already covering his body, but that was the least of his worries. His
eyes were locked onto his crotch, as he watched his penis shrivel away to
nothing, his testicles following suit as the transformation turned him
into a female.
"No, no, no!" he called, but his face chose that time to extend, becoming
equine, his ears following suit. The panicked braying of a horse was the
next sound to issue from his, now her, mouth. Greg's chest barrelled out,
finishing the transformation, as the last of the reddish fur covered her
body. She felt weak, now, and tried to stand. She didn't know what caused
this transformation, or why her mother had to suffer as well, but it
wasn't fair. She crawled to her feet, and shakily walked up to her
mother, now so much bigger than she was. She realized she was hungry now.
Very hungry. She nuzzled up to her mother, and her body seemed to know
where to go, as her new snout slid between her mother's legs and found
the teats.
Her mouth latched on to one and began to drink the warm milk that flowed
from it. Mrs. Weaver relaxed as she felt her son, now daughter, feeding
from her teats. Around them, the barn started to shift, shimer. The
stormy sky above cleared away, the broken roof mended itself, the saw
dust vanished. A stall built itself around the two horses. Even as Greg
drank her mother's milk, she knew this was horribly wrong, but her
mother's presence was a powerfull thing, knowing she was safe from
anything around her. The barn doors opened and Greg detached herself from
the teat to see Mr. Hayes walking up towards the two horses.
He looked inside the stall and studied the two closely. "Hey, Beryl," he
said more to himslef, then Greg's mother, to whom he was obviously
referring. "That's a pretty baby you got there." He smiled down at me,
now. "What will I name you, little girl?" He thought for a moment. "I'll
name you Edna," he decided. He reached around with his other hand and
dumped the contents of a bucket into a trough. It smelled strongly of
dried grass and something else.
Beryl laid down on the hay covered floor of the stall and rested her
head. Why had this happened to them? This shouldn't even have been
possible. What was going to happen now? Her thoughts were interupted by a
rather strong odor. She looked up and looked towards her new daughter to
see that she had just done what a horse does naturally. She huffed in
irritation and Edna hung her head in shame. She scooted away from the
mess and moved towards her mother. She laid down infront of her belly,
her snout close to her mother's teats should she become hungry again. The
two promptly fell asleep.
Epilouge-
Mr. Hayes closed the barn doors and walked up to Leo, the boy he had
called down to help around the Ranch. His Mom was already here waiting
for him, so he should probably let him go. "Thanks for the help." He said
fishing into his pocket for the money he had inside. He handed him the
$150 dollars. "Hey, before you go, you wanna see our newest horse?" He
asked.
"Uh, sure. Let me get my mom." He went back to the car and drug his mom
out as Mr. Hayes opened the Barn door again to let them in. He walked
back to the biggest stall, used especially for this purpose.
"They're sleeping now, so try not to be too loud," he said. Leo and his
mom looked over the edge of the stall door at the two horses inside. The
mother was curled protectively around the baby foal, both fast asleep.
"Awe..." Leo's mom cooed. "That's so sweet. When was the baby born?"
"Last night, during the storm," Mr. Hayes answered. "Found her this
morning when I was checking for damage. Named her Edna. The mother's name
is Beryl." Leo simply smiled. He wasn't big with horses, but for some
reason, he liked these too.
"What are you going to do with them?" Leo asked.
"I wasn't going to give either away." He chuckled. "I like horses. That's
why I'm in to training them. You can come down to see them anytime you
want, I guess, just make sure I know about it. Beryl's a good girl, but
mother horses get awfull protective of their young." Leo simply smiled.
He was going to love these horses. He knew it.
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