"I have the power to make you anything I choose."

Max stared at Peter Dreeb with that, very aware of her bound hands and feet. "You don't want to hurt me."

"I'd love to make you like me, but I have other plans," he smiled. "This is a very unique circus I run, Maxine, and while I would have loved to have gifted you with magic to run it with me…You'll be a fine addition to our exhibits."

"What?"

He signaled to the other to men to hold her down, as he poured the liquid down her throat. "Relax, Maxine. This will hurt."

She gasped as he the liquid burned her throat. "What was that?"

"Just wait," he smiled, as he unbound her and they carried her to her cage. Stay standing."

Suddenly she felt strange sensations in her rear end.

"My ass!" she screamed as she realized to her shock that it was growing. "Oh god what did they do to me?" Max felt in intense terror realizing that things were physically happening to her. Her rear end began to gain bulk she wobbled and fell backwards on her enlarging rear. She then felt some bones in her pelvis seem to adjust. " She began to cry constantly almost hyperventilating.

She realized then at this point that her rear was expanding backwards, but something was forcing her to sit upright on the floor. Her legs were forced in front of her by whatever change was happening. She saw her feet start to change as well as her legs themselves. She was now starting to panic. Tears rolled down her face as she watched her beautiful legs begin to morph and change. Her feet began to point outward and began to resemble two fleshy stumps.

She looked behind her and gasp in stunned silence. Her rear end had expanded considerably building outward and backwards gaining bulk. She saw two other protrusions growing out of the back of this mass as well as another on her very rear. She also realized that her vagina and anus were not between her legs, they were pushed back there with the rest of this monstrosity. Her skin from the waist down began to take on a different color resembling a glowing white. She could feel all kinds of movement within her she knew she was in big trouble but could do nothing to stop it.

She felt something on her right leg. A silver hoof pushed through the end of the fleshy stump that was once her foot. Her legs began to look more equine like. I am turning into a horse freak, she thought, as her transformation continued.

She looked behind her again and as she turned she felt hairs on her back. She had grown a silver mane. Looking over her shoulder she saw the developing equine body behind her. A soft white hair was growing on her changing body from the waist down. Her rear legs were just about fully developed now. She felt her silver tail against the backside of her new body. She felt strange sensations in her brain as her nervous system grew to accommodate the change. She reached up to hold her head and found that she had grown ears through her silver mane.

Max screamed in pain again, kicking the cage with her hind legs, as her forehead throbbed. Screaming again, the two-foot silver horn spiraled out of her forehead, as her equine body settled down. Feeling the changes slow, Max dared looked back at her body. Her silver tail flicking, her white hair shimmering, she cautiously felt the horn on her forehead.

"Just lovely, Maxine."

Max stared at Peter Dreeb, as he looked over her new form. "What did you do to me?"

He smiled at her, surveying the centaur unicorn he created. "I made sure you would never leave me again."

Max felt chills in her spine at that and flicked her tail nervously. I'm a freak, she thought, looking back at her new body and feeling her horn again.

His grin widened, as she hesitantly took her first steps with four legs and hooves. "You will get used to it."

My body, she thought, somehow knowing this was permanent. I'm a freak…an animal…I have a horn. "Please. Change me back. I can't live like this."

"You will live like this. You have no choice. The horn," he smiled. "It was a nice touch this time. You are a centaur unicorn now, and you are mine now."

"Yours?"

Peter smiled as he watched his unicorn move more gracefully than she realized. Lovely, he thought, looking at her naked top half, her milk-white skin, and noted the changes had finished. Her white coat shone, her silver mane and hair had grown longer, and she had grown younger, looking no more than 18 in her new species. "Perfection."

Unicorn, Max thought, touching her horn. "Is…how? What are you?"

"So many questions,"

Not a horse, she thought, a mix of something…unicorn. Hesitantly, she felt the hair covering her, and it felt more like rabbit fur than horsehair. Shivering a bit, she looked back at him. "I just… This is weird and…this body."

"You like it?" Peter said. "Your new body?"

Yes, Max thought, no…I can't like this. He took my humanity and made me…a unicorn…a centaur. This body is… "I don't know."

"I'm a warlock. I have the essence of all mythical creatures to create my circus. "You are a unicorn, Maxine, you will always be one now."

Unicorn, she thought. "What do you want with me?"

"Put this on and the bite in your mouth," he said, passing her the golden bridle that would cover her chest. "If you run, if you cross the circus boundaries? You will transform again. And you won't like what you become."

Max silently slipped the bridle around her chest, tightening the straps and noting how it accented her curves. Not me, she thought, I don't like what he made me…why do I? I feel like a…I' not a unicorn.

"Oh, you are a unicorn," Peter said, taking the rope and leading her from her cage. Watching her graceful steps from her cage, he smiled. "You are right where you belong, Maxine. Forever mine.