Stallion Mage: A Horse Shifter Mpreg Romance (COMPLETE)

Forest Flight

Note 1: This is the first draft of this story, which is now published on Amazon.

Note 2: I've started a new book, Dream With Me. It's M/M romance about rock stars (no magic, all slow burn and friends-to-lovers.)  https://www.wattpad.com/story/218472476-dream-with-me-a-gay-rock-star-romance

Note 3: I made a very basic Discord server: https://discord.gg/Q4mCzER

And now, on with the show!

Even after he couldn't hear them coming, Alvarr ran. Head low, mane streaming, he plunged through the forest. Tree branches scraped against his flanks, but he couldn't stop. He had to put as much distance as he could between himself and his three bullies, but it was as much for their safety as his own.

They tease me, but they don't understand what is happening to me. No one did. Though the herd knew he could use magic, they did not know how greatly his power had grown over the season. Now, he dared not use it if anyone else was present, not even against those three.

Instead, he had to rely on the sheer speed that his smaller size gave him, the one advantage that had saved him over and over in the year he'd been living with Laren's tribe.

He sped under a familiar arch of branches, and leaped over a felled tree that marked the entrance to his safe place. Almost there. Alvarr slowed to a two-beat trot, sides heaving for breath. His ears pricked and swiveled for any sign of those three as he sought deeper cover.

But there was nothing. Just the quiet sounds of the forest. Once again, Alvarr had outrun his pursuers. Now safe, his legs shook like a foal's, then folded as he collapsed in a bed of sweet-smelling white flowers.

Little mare, they called him. He swished his tail. It wasn't just his imagination; those three were getting worse. More aggressive. Lately, their taunts had gone from general bullying to sexual degradation. The only thing that saved Alvarr so far was his speed, and that they hadn't found his hiding place. Yet.

How can Laren let this happen in his own herd? Alvarr thought bitterly. Surely, the commanding gray horse shifter knew it was happening. The lead stallion was supposed to impose order. Laren's body dwarfed everyone else in both human and horse forms, and Alvarr knew those three bullies would stand down if their leader confronted them. But it seemed that Laren didn't want to.

The small stallion nosed one of the white flowers. Perhaps he, too, is afraid of me. But he couldn't make himself believe it. He couldn't imagine the lead stallion cowering because of earth magic, which Alvarr had only ever used for the good of the tribe.

As for the others, Alvarr knew they were ignorant and fearful, but it still hurt. After a year, no one trusted him. No one befriended him, nor would they, if they knew just how much power his smaller body contained.

His magic swelled, eager to run free. Not yet, he told it. Alvarr held his breath, alert and listening. When he couldn't detect any sign of his three bullies, the small stallion closed his eyes and connected with calming energy from the damp, cool earth.

Keep me safe, he willed the forest. Guard me. Hide me. Like a long sigh, Alvarr relaxed, and let his magic come forth.

Rustles sounded around the stallion mage, but he wasn't alarmed. It was the forest responding to him. He was born of the forest, and his energy resonated with all the living things surrounding him. Branches creaked as they completed many years of growth in minutes, and unfamiliar ripe smells hung in the air.

When he allowed himself to look, Alvarr had surprised even himself. An emerald paradise grew around him. Green leaves and vines formed a thick shield in his small section of the forest. Flowers stood tall, and fruits hung underneath leaves, so ripe they were on the verge of falling to the ground.

Alvarr transformed to his man-shape and pulled a red fruit down that he had never seen before, and bit into it. Soft and sweet, it eased his hunger and thirst. Then, Alvarr walked to the clear pond. The warm water lay flat like a mirror, and he bend his head until his long, reddish hair trailed over its surface.

He sighed as his fine-boned face came into view. Even as a human, he was smaller than the others, though not "like a mare," as those three always teased.

Alvarr dipped his finger in the clay earth and drew a stripe down his forehead and nose where his stripe was in horse form. The mark of a mage. Set apart in both body and spirit. And singled out by cowards who can't accept what they don't understand.

A cool breeze set leaves fluttering and fruit swinging. Even in his man-shape, he could smell the change in the air. His power had created a small pocket of summer, but the fall was fast approaching, and with it, the Time of Mating, his first. But will I ever experience it? Who would want a small, magic-touched stallion as a mate?

Alvarr stood ankle-deep in the warm pond. He'd never been able to figure out if those three were serious about wanting to breed him. Surely, they knew that Alvarr could not produce foals. A shudder rippled through him at the thought of being pressed by one - or all - of them on the Breeding Field. It seemed a horrible fate.

Maybe that was why stallions and mares lived apart. Whatever the reason, the tradition left him lonely. Mages were rare to begin with, and most of them were mares, not stallions. He would have a lifetime of being the only mage in his herd.

Alvarr asked the earth for a container, and a watertight basket wove itself from wide, flat leaves. He scooped water from the pool and washed his sweat and fear away, combing his wet hair with his fingers. The earth's power hummed where his bare feet touched the ground. As long as I have magic, I am never alone.

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If you want to read a better version of this story, here are the links to Amazon.  If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can borrow them for free.

Book 1: https://amzn.to/2S6QEp8

Book 2: https://amzn.to/2TfBxXK

Book 3: https://amzn.to/2XBcPDR