The Werehorse Chronicles

 So where do I begin? Let me first start off with who I am. I am a werehorse. Yeah, that's right, a werehorse. A werewolf changes into a wolf, I change into a horse. But the similarity ends there. Unlike a werewolf, I can change into a horse at will, anytime, anyday or night. Mostly, the transformation happens when I wish it, but sometimes, just sometimes, it happens involuntarily. By the way, my name is Sam Donelly. I am 17, I live in the Midwest, and my first transformation happened 3 years ago, when I was 14. This first one, by the way, happened involuntarily. As I learnt later, almost all male members of my family from my dad's line have been werehorses, my dad being an exception. How tis power(or curse) escaped him, I do not know.
 
 Anyway, let me tell you how it happened the first time. I was at my Aunt Muriel's (yeah, she's my mom's younger sister) horse farm for a few days on her invitation (It was summer vacation). I've enjoyed being with horses right from childhood. (Seems natural for a werehorse). I've felt this connection to them. I love petting them, grooming them, feeding them and of course riding them. One fine morning, I was riding Star, Muriel's favourite horse on her farm. After an exihilirating hourlong ride, we arrived at a stream outside Muriel's farm. I dismounted Star and led him to the water. As he began to drink, I peered into the water and was alarmed to see that my ears had changed to equine form. My face was changing. My mouth was forming into a horse's muzzle. I opened my mouth to see that I had equine teeth. The rest of my body was also changing fast. My hair was now a horse's mane. My back arched, my torso bent and expanded. Just then, my shirt tore away. In horror, I looked at my hands. My fingers were fusing into horse hooves. My feet were changing. My belt expanded and the buckle snapped open. My shoes tore away and I saw for the first time that my feet were now hooves. My back bent over and I was soon on all fours. I had turned into a horse! I looked at Star. He gave me a look as if to say "Welcome to my World". I tried to cty out in alarm but only an equine whinny escaped my lips. Nevertheless, I stumbled forward and gingerly took my first equine steps. I stumbled forward and finally finding my balance on all fours, succeeded in breaking out into a trot. I was relieved that my human intelligence remained intact in my equine brain. 
 
 By and by, I increased my stride and actually began to enjoy my new found freedom. I soon reached Aunt Muriel's house and was surprised to find her standing outside as if expecting my approach. As I got close to where she stood, she reached out to stroke my mane and my broad back. To my surprise, she recognized me! "Hi Sammy, how's your new form? Like it"? I whickered into her palm and she stroked me again. "Don't worry, it runs in the male side of your family. You'll soon know how to control your transformations. For the moment, we've got a stall for you in the stables. Once you've changed back, you can get back into the house". She led my bewidered self into the stables where we got to the middle stall which I was surpised to see empty. She led me in, got out and closed the door.

 I was relied to change back to human form late that afternoon. Aunt Muriel arrived to let me out and into the house.

 A couple of days later, Aunt Muriel told me at breakfast "Sammy, concentrate on being a horse and you'll turn into one. You'll soon learn how to change and change back when you will it. Try it now in the stall earmarked for you in the stables. First strip to your underpants there so you don't lose your shirt!" Intrigued, I followed her to the stables, reached my stall, got in and did as Muriel said. As I concentrated hard, I felt the transformation come over me as before. Minutes later, I stood on all fours in horse form. Aunt Muriel opened the door and walked in. "Right Sammy, now let's see if the tack fits". A groom was holding a saddle and bridle next to her. She proceeded to take the saddle from him and placed it on my back. Before I knew it, she'd also fit the bridle, thrusting the bit into my mouth. I was taken by surprise. Only a quarter hour ago, I was a 14 year old boy and now I was a horse, saddled and bridled! Muriel led me out of the stables holding the reins. Too late, I realized she'd set a trap for me! Was she going to ride me now, I wondered. Just then, I saw her put her left foot in the stirrup. A couple of seconds later, I felt her weight settle onto my back. Muriel is a rather well built woman who is 5'11" tall and weighs about 165 pounds. The first time I'd transformed, I'd roamed around free and riderless, but this time, I was carrying a reasonably heavy rider on my back! I looked up at her to see her sitting comfortably astride my back, holding the reins in her hands. I wanted to protest, but the realised I could no talk. I was not in human form. "Remember Sammy, when I used to give you piggy-back rides? Now, I'd like you to give me one. However, I never ride horses bareback. Hence the riding tack. As long as my riding tack remains on you, you'll have to remain in horse form. But do not worry, I'll take it off after the ride. I do not want you to be a horse forever." She patted my head. Of course, my human intelligence was still inside my equine brain. I decided to humor Muriel. She was not very light, but what the heck, I was in horse form. I could carry her weight. It was not as if I was a boy and she was sitting on my shoulders. "Right Sammy, giddy up" she commanded and I started off into a walk. I'd made myself comfortable moving in equine form the forst time round, albeit riderless. This time, even with a rider on my back, I confidently moved forward.

    THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS. TO BE CONTINUED