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Yup, that was the all time threat of a mother at the end of her wits, dealing with a kid who found the word trouble, to be his middle name. So listen and hear my story, write it down so that others might think of what is best and better for them.

That was me; I was always getting into something and finding it as a peril I could not get out of on my own. Thinking back to this one time when my inquisitive nature got the best of me, it sent my dear mother to spend several weeks in a rest home.

Charlie, he was my very best friend, and I, we went to visit old Miss Smyth. Now she was an old lady and for the most part quite nice. She would welcome young people when they might come to visit, offering refreshments and wanting to talk. Being she lived alone on her centennial farm I suspect, she was lonely and longed for conversation. If one did visit she would expect her visitors to remain on the front porch, never allowing anyone to go inside her spacious old home. Yet boys being boys we were ready to seek adventure, and so on one day we got ourselves into trouble. Visiting the nice ole' lady and accepting her refreshments we waited, watching until she with conversing tired her out, and drifted off to sleep while sitting in a rocking chair. Charlie looked to me and we both smiled, then quietly the two of us entered the old house.

Sneaking around and trying our best to be quiet, Charlie stumbled tripping over the corner of an area rug. The rug was there in the center of the living room, as if as a place of honor for a tall wooden stand, and on the stand set a crystal the size of a football. Tripping, Charlie instinctively reached to brace himself up by grabbing at the stand only to knock it over and send the great crystal rolling across the floor.

We both broke into laughter seeing the thing tumble to the floor and then roll quickly toward the front door. The crazy thing seemed to know where it was going and turned a corner heading out onto the porch. Then doing as what bold kids do, we walked out of the front door, stood on the porch, and awaited the condemnation to come.

The crystal slammed into rocking chair causing Miss Smyth to wake up. Sitting up in her chair, her eyes looked down at the rounded, glass ball setting at her feet. Then with an angry look at first Charlie and then me, she picked up the piece of crystal.

She acted as if the thing were her pet, such a delight it was to her, she held as worth more than even our young lives. She gazed into the crystal ball, smoothing her wrinkled hands over the smooth surface as she gazed at the strange inner faceted shapes cast inside the rounded ball. As we stood there, the crystal began to change color, it fading from being clear to something aqua blue. Standing there, half scared of what we saw, and wondering about this crystal ball, I expected we would be shortly on the receiving end of some punishment.

"My Crystal, oh dear crystal, it pleases me that you are alright. Crystal my Crystal of what would consider is as the proper punishment for two so bold and brash youngsters as these two here?" Miss Smyth did ask of her strange crystal ball.

Charlie seeing what she did, then what she said, got him scared and with being so, he always got mouthy. He turned to leave the front porch telling Miss Smyth she was crazy for talking to a rock! Turning to leave, Charlie's middle finger rouse in a salute to Miss Smyth, and was more than brash, he wanted to be insulting if not rude and crude.

I stood there stunned and looking at the previously nice old Lady and friend, me watching her reaction I was witness to seeing her eyes turn red and begin to glow. Miss Smyth held her left hand up and ordered Charlie to stop, which, surprisingly he did and then told to turn and to face her.

Slowly her hand lowered, straightened, and with an arthritic and kinky index finger, she pointed at Charlie. "Crazy am I, old yes, but wise and knowing, having here this crystal passed down through our family to now me. A Witch am I, able to live here these many decades, but by the graces given regularly those who were too bold for their own good, or they who had no home or reason to live, ultimately they came here to me.

To some I gave the offering of security, to others who like you two were hell bent on causing trouble I gave them what suited the will of my Crystal. Now be you attentive to what shall come to pass, the appropriate punishment for two who were as friends but became as vandals. I think it best you learn to respect your elders, if not your better! Bold and indignant, young and brash, showing off your male dominance as it were, I think Crystal can offer a solution here!" She said, angrier than I had ever seen her be, and then vengeful.

Charlie stood there frozen in a half stride off her front porch, his finger still up and indignant, while his right foot remained elevated off the ground. Only his eyes moved and they were shifting side to side as he wondered why his ability to move was all but gone.

"Crystal, my great and old friend, do as you see fit to these two boys that caused you to fall from your resting place. One here, that one standing there by the railing, she pointed again at poor, scared, and frozen Charlie, he wishing he had not become as angry and then indignant!

She then turning to look at me said, "Now for this one he was a follower, but willingly entered my home and was ready to do anything, even steal!" Miss Smyth said, she talking to her crystal friend. The scene explained to the crystal, it began to fluoresce, changing to many varied colors. As from it beamed a blood red and like a ray, it placed a beam of red light at as all over and around Charlie.

At the instant the beam hit Charlie, his mouth opened as if wanting to scream. His face and jaw contorted, muscles knotting, as if bunching into nasty feeling cramps and then something strange a worse, all over his face he had sprouting black hairs. His eyes liked to have bugged out of a head, he began looking different then the one he was born. He strained to cry out, maybe begging for mercy, or God knows what, but his face began to change drastically.

Oddly he began to work his jaw like having a mouth full of something. His lips swelled and nose too, both turning black in color. While young eyes strained to explain what he was feeling, his ears sprouting out from the sides of his head, this told much of what was the justice of his dues. Oval the reshaping of his ears, as they grew became covered with short black hair. His ears began moving, they flopping to and fro as if showing how nervous Charlie was right then.

A deep breath and Charlie opened his mouth allowing a blackened, huge as long tongue to jut out.

He let loose a scream of terror. Scream he had tried to before but would not come, but what issued forth from passing of black lips sounded of him feeling great sorrow for what he felt, realized, and saw he was becoming as if born of a bovine. His head was taking the squared shape of a bovine form. Bulging was his forehead as it gained massive bone, as his skull grew outwardly spreading apart his still bugged eyes. Long feeler hairs sprouted from his chin, growing out they seemingly made his head look totally bovine.

The reddish glow continued to encircle Charlie, it rolling in cycles the waves of changes, forcing his shoulders to gain mass; he looked for a moment like some enormous bodybuilder type. Then his chest and ribs expanded, moving again his shoulders, forcing him to raise his arms out in front of a chest flared of new muscles. At this the shirt and his undershirt split, ripping in three sections from the growing mass of a body forced to change.

Huffing his breathing like a steam locomotive working its train up a steep hill, Charlie breathed with harsh and growing deep breaths. Charlie saw and felt his humanity fade, he was becoming of what that Crystal saw of my friend as better use of flesh and a life.

I watched in horror, expecting Charlie to be soon standing on all fours, he by then was mooing. A sound he made that suggested of someone frightened by such changes, he as begging, pleading for mercy. A swirl of black smoke encircled all of Charlie, it spun around him, exciting from his then black skin a pelt of thick black fur. At that the belt buckle popped loose and allowed his cut off jeans to drop, piling about his feet.

"Brash and boldness becomes as attributes of a changed form and a new lifestyle, you young Charles needs to learn for a few years of walking the earth as does a bull, which might make your indignation mellow!" Miss Smyth said, while her crystal continued working the miraculous changing on Charlie.

As I could but watch and he stood there could do nothing but accept the changing of his body, it was of mutual interest when the indignant finger poised began to soften, it and the other fingers on his hands seemed to melt, changing color, and solidified, formed on him as cloven hooves. His arms too changed from being human but black and furry, did pop as joints realigned making forelegs, while his shoulders seemingly drew in closer together.

Slowly the allowing of movement began of Charlie, he allowed to stop his balancing on one foot, was granted to stand then on both feet, if not the fact that they like his legs were showing great changes. With good reason to be nervous as from what was happening to his body, Charlie began to do a dance with his feet, moving from one foot to the other. This dancing about helped to make his shoes come off and like with what happened to his fingers, then toes became as cloven hooves.

Charlie, I was sure never or ever fantasized for him wishing to be a bovine animal. Yet for him his body was looking as if he would soon be as one, if that Crystal had its way.

The changes I saw going on below his waist, made me groan. My imagination was working overtime giving me odd sensations and worse yet making me almost wish I could join him, he, Charlie my friend becoming as a Bull. Seeing him moo and bellow his cries, I watching his face as it no longer resembled anything human, Charlie was then like any common bovine.

My good friend doomed to be a bull, all because we dared to enter this, her royal home!

Bovine Charlie gave a shivering shudder that made Miss Smyth laugh. He acting as still nervous and for good reasons why, he danced on his cloven hooves, they made a funny clatter on the concrete sidewalk. She laughing at his predicament, she stood up and walked down the porch steps to stand facing Charlie. She smiled a grin the like I had never before seen her do, as then with a quick hand she reaching with a swift tug, jerked away the partially torn underpants granting Charlie his last bit of privacy.

To this, Charlie screamed or bellowed a long moo. This cry coming as another gut busting bellow of terror. Now he and I could see what he was feeling, being so nervous was not from a personal need, but because of a very strange sensation.

I stood mouth open and eyes starring, there before me was Charlie now naked and not the way I remembered him. We had gone skinny dipping many a time before and I saw his puny package. Yet, now he sported two, soft ball sized testicles, slung low in a hairy sack, and hung down to his hind hocks. His penis seemed gone from his deep groin, but as my eyes panned upward, there was this hairy knob jutting out from his belly. A nervous tail came swatting from behind Charlie, it part of his squared off big butt. It slapped his broad thighs and as much signaled his completion of change.

Terror struck and my mind making become even more intently interested in what was happening to Charlie I felt myself able to move, and walking I went to stand beside Miss Smyth. Then falling to my knees there on the sidewalk, I could but watch as slowly my hands and arms reached out to fondle Charlie about his much enlarged balls. I traced his groin with shaky fingers, he shivering from my touch, and then he leaning forward, I came eye to knob with what jutted out his belly. Working my fingers about his belly and that knob, fingers touched a rising hot pink shaft. It coming out of him as I was touching the rod of bull flesh began the stroking of it. Stunned then how I had all sorts of perverted ideas coursing in my head.

Still as something so unbelievable how by magical powers the Crystal had changed a teenage troubled kid, into an aroused young Bull. All there were watching me, as I felt drawn to Charlie I began to toy with his maleness. Her Crystal beamed its red rays dancing then around me! Miss Smyth seemed as not too thrilled of me being at play, an by a kick from her foot she made me break off from my sexual thoughts and fingering of Charlie.

"Bulls rarely stand upright except when mating, go now Charlie, relax that rod and seek the many new pleasures you will find in my pasture!" Miss Smyth said to Charlie. He looking down at his changed form did slowly let himself down to him standing on all fours. He did not look at me but with head lowered to almost touching the ground he began eying at her green lawn.

Charlie slowly turned tail on us and ambled down the gravel driveway to stand before the pasture gate. He mooed once, his call as if wishing for someone to open the gate and let him pass into his new life.

I watched from my then a lying position, as the gate unlatched itself, opening wide for Charlie to step into the pasture. No sooner inside the pasture he again lowered his head and began to lip grip the blades of grass. In less than a few minutes, he was feeding, grazing upon the grasses as if being born a bovine.

"You, of all who came here, and the Crystal has shown your bestial perversions. Perverted is as much a life and of form, and maybe that is what you were meant to be my boy! Your outward actions betray those inner thoughts and sexual intentions. You would find sexual pleasure in seeing a friend become a male animal, then as if to pleasure him, you please yourself, by wanting to toy with his male parts!" Miss Smyth said as she looked at me.

"Me!" I exclaimed. "Me, a pervert, it was the perversions of that damned Crystal that forced me to do that..., hey just look at Charlie, he was a neat sort of friend and you just changed him into a cow fucking Bull! It was that thing there, it made an animal of Charlie and just look at him, he is grazing has accepted being as an animal, what kind of perversion is that?

That thing froze us both, making us wait on it while it went to changing Charlie and you, you got the guts to say I am perverse because forced by your damn Crystal to do as it would have me act, why, why...! No, no you are a witch, and that Crystal is some perverted familiar!" I said, me screaming at her.

Without a word in reply, Miss Smyth walked to near the porch step, motioned with her hands to the Crystal, as it rolled by its will to let her pick it up. I kneeling by then but on her lawn, she presented the crystal ball by placing it between her and me. Then she looked into it and asked as to what sort of perverted form would be ever so right for one like me.

Smiling an evil looking smirk of a grin she then said, "Yes, yes I agree, make him as such!" She said to the crystal, her anger with me showing as from the tone in her voice.

"What?" I asked but was soon to feel the pangs of change.

Jumping up to my feet, I felt the ability to run and turning quickly did begin to run, me running toward home and some place safe.

Charlie looked up from where he stood and began mooing to me, as if begging to his friend to come and join him in his degraded life. I ran while he continued his vigil of mooing there in what was as his favored home, that being a green pasture.

I feeling ever so fleet footed ran as if the devil was chasing me for home. Yet home was a good mile away, and many a thing can happen in that space of distance and time.

Not totally out of sight from Miss Smyth by then seated in her rocking chair on her front porch, I turned my head to see her and tripped over my feet, fell face first into the weed grown field. In the distance I could hear Charlie mooing still as he was feeling a new urge, one of smelling the scent of cows. Hearing too as Miss Smyth laughing, it echoed in my mind. As I lay there to hearing Charlie as he was sounding like excited, in my head was gathering some strange thoughts.

My thoughts though were making me think about what Charlie gained by becoming a bull. My mouth moistened from remembering the view of his very large, horny bovine like penis. The reoccurring the thought as to me wishful if allowed, would be quite willing then want to mouth and suck that hot pick bull penis. Even knowingly as how perverted a desire such a desire was of it as it continued building in my mind. Oh how I wanted to do it for real. I licked my lips and thinking of how his erect cock did smell and of its flavor, it felt as if naturally oily.

Never had I thought of Charlie as being anything for me and my pleasure, his puny human pecker was a thing to make me laugh. Yet now I had a firm memory of his new package, and it for some wild reason in me felt an urging of me to seek out such male organs, the longer the better, lusting to feel of them in strange new ways.

As I, was lying there in the weeds there started an uneasy feeling, my very clothes were too tight in some places. Feeling of uncomfortable horniness urged my mind of thinking and longing to be near Charlie, I began to remove, peeling off my clothes. Soon lying face up and naked, I looked skyward. The sunlight warmed my skin making me feel ever so comfortable lying there delighted by being naked to the world. Eyes closed, I began to again daydream of the desire of me sucking on Charlie, and his expected response with gain of a rigid hot cock. My thinking of it made me breathe rapidly, soon panting, my tongue lolled out the side of my mouth. Imagined delights flooded my mind, perplexed between what I wanted and could remember having seen, as of previous sightings where male animals did show off their lovely wares.

Cocks, balls, were what all I could think about and of feeling them in as many ways as I could imagine.

Then as my hands reached to touch and feel my sensation of being erect, I instead felt and found something totally; wrong.

"What!" I said oddly softly, feeling anxious of the moment, I hearing then as Miss Smyth let go another evil laugh.

Jerking myself to a sitting position, I looked down expecting to see my medium sized package. Instead, it was all gone, gone leaving a smooth groin and fully coated of tan short hair surrounding a very female slit. My fingers seeking to smooth about the patch of hair, sought to find something male, found other. The rightful pangs I should have felt were not in me, as coming from a most sensual slit in my groin, with my entire mind in a whirl I said aloud, "I got a vagina!"

A sigh of wonder and new thoughts of just how sensual this new sex would be, then seeing as understanding I took quick notice of my grown large tits. Tits I had real female human tits! They like my groin was too, also sensual and gaining a pelt of thick tan hair. Twisting around, looking, feeling, and smoothing hairy palms over a sensual body, my entire chest, belly, groin, legs, feet, and even arms were coated in that blanket of hair.

Seeing it, I felt a short sense of revolt; then jumping to my feet, I stood there and let go a scream as to my realizing such new sensual delights.

Standing with legs spread apart, a summer warm breeze tickled my hairy crotch and gave me a lusty smile. Looking down the length of my tall and sensually curving body, I spied a glance at some very changed feet. Hoofs, solid, one toed' but looking ever so sensual I lifted one foot high up, tucking my thigh tight to a very hairy body. Standing on the other stout leg and hoof, I felt of it, the sensation was something so wonderfully sensual in my mind it made me giggle.

Standing again on two hind like feet, my hoofs dug into the soft earth, it felt so right. Looking down I was amazed and felt a delight seeing my legs and feet were coated in the tan hairs too!

Straightening back up I stood upright, my hands felt all about this new me. They being as sensuality seekers, finding what was not as a teenage boy, but stood before men and the world as some beastly and voluptuous womanly form. Sensual of form and delight, was driven to the wild lusty passion to enjoy and offering to men or any willing male the pleasure of enjoyed sex.

Knowing it was all wrong, yet the sensation of what I felt seemed ever so right for me. I began high stepping to pranced in a circle, lifting my hoofs as those large succulent breasts did bounce. They were as a symbol to me of the sexual and enticing creature I had become. My first inkling was not of terror but with the passing minutes, my mind accepted all of what had become so true. My mind realized what I had become, was as an animal woman, a creature made for the enjoyment of sex and nothing else!

Running with fleet footed hoofs, it was but one of my new delights. As I ran the streaming of air passing over and around my hairy body was another great thrill. Running, leaping, jumping I was filled the wildest essence of life. At last half winded I turned my attention with pointed ears to the lonesome bellowing bull, a friend, he then a young bull was struggling to learn of how and what it is to be as a sire.

The juices of my very female of slit, made the hairs of my crotch into a slimmed sopping wet froth.

The passion to return to the scene of my crime, I wished to stand before Miss Smyth, to thanking her, and as much flaunting of my beastly beauty. Soon enough I stood on her front porch, lifting of one breast, and with a shiver of delight, its nipple puckered up, long, large, ready, it like a teat. Offering of it, I wished for her lips to give it a suck. A swing of my hip gave then a swish of a tail. A black hairy tail, mine to enjoy, it added to a full acceptance of what I then as a she thought would be for me a curse.

"Think your cute, sexy, and what of it, you have not begun to know the pandemonium to come! A perverted boy now stands as a sex crazed pony girl!" Miss Smyth said as if to warn.

I stood there happy still while trying to flaunt my sexual form when from the back of my tainted mind returned a reminder for me to get home on time. My face must have foretold what I pondered as Miss Smyth smiled at me.

"Wait until your father gets home! Is that not what you would expect your mother to say, and when she takes her first look at this new you? Well as you have changed, so also did your world. You are not that wholesome son, but instead are their wayward bastard Pony-girl daughter. A sexual slut is what your father when he needs to refer of owning you. You as you are came from his disgusting past, a vain and foolish moment in his life. He with his own sexual desires running wild did flirt with a female animal and from it did miraculously foster a bestial bastard child from a pony mare.

Yours is a sickness and a freak show all rolled into one slim and sexy package. A voluptuous young woman, kept from roving eyes, home schooled by a disgusted mother, you are really a horny pony mare blended into one body. One with a sadistic mind, lusting with insatiable desire for anything sexual, or to be mounted, thrusting, mating, or to feel the bliss of the suckling on a teat by some lusty male, that is the new you!

Go now, your mother almost expects what she will see, as her adopted daughter returns home after another afternoon orgy. Your body shall reflect that sexual sensation, the smell of equine sweat, and the foaming froth there about the hairy vagina, all is that and more will drive you to be more mad for sex and its pleasures. Run now, head homeward and forget about Charlie, as his parents now never knew he even existed. He is now a bull with no past except that still floating about in his young bovine mind and memories!" Miss Smyth said, cursing, damning, sending a young mind to live a perverse life in a body made from and for perversion; me the world's first true Pony girl.

Home I went, coming face to face with she who was as my sister, did eye me, smiling she had her own words to describe the pony slut she hated. That done, I walking on hoof over wood flooring to the garage door entrance to the house, did see there she, my own mother, did gawk as scowl at me and then burst into tears.

I wanted to say something, this being what was then me was all alright, but odd and out of character I walked past her with such rank snobbery and heading for the bathroom and a hot cleansing shower.

Oh but the warm water only brought back those sexual pangs, wilder, and hotter that those who came before. The removable shower head I squirted up into my fur lined pussy. Moaning from the sensation I hunched down and tucking pressed it the streaming hot hose into that sensual slit. It flushed out all that was frothing in my sex, masturbating me into feeling such an orgasm I screamed! Breathing heavily I removed the hose slowly, reattaching it to the shower head, then began to rinse and wash my hairy body, Flicking the long black pony mane as if it were long head hair.

I quick memory of that afternoon, of Charlie feeling what I felt and found so enthralling, was just the beginning of what was to become the new me. Stiffening my stance, feeling the flood of warm water running the sensual length of my hairy form, I called out, cried to Miss Smyth, begging her, to stop this terrible curse.

Then as if my mind accepted the change of gender again, I felt that being as a sleek and sexy creature was to be great fun, I smiled.

As from out of steamy air in the shower stall I heard her say," "Why should I, you are as nasty as was Charlie, now both of you can feel what it is to be nasty, beastly of nature and form. A year, one full year of being what you are now will satisfy my anger. Oh, by the by, your parents plan to send you to a private sanitarium, you can understand why, and once there this pony-girl self will be thought of as an easy bet! Wild for sex with any male, your life will be one of continued mating, sex orgies, and one-night stands. For as much as you have sex, you can never become pregnant. No, but in place of this your mind will bend, thoughts twisting as will be of one thing and that as a passion to be mated, suckled, and done often!"

Therefore, my life became a reflection of the form I was made to wear. As given to be a Pony-girl, but from the daily regime of sex, and more sex with men, and male animals, my mind twisted and I began only thinking of myself as a Pony girl first and a changed teenager second. The drive for sexual lust filled my every waking hour. At night when I slept the juices flowed, my pussy was sopping wet, and come morning so was the bed. Awakening one morning I even found myself to have dreamed I used the bedpost to fuck me, and awoke still hung over it. Laughing, I masturbated myself into a wild frenzy, until I should get hornier than when I went to bed the night before.

Cocks, cocks, and more cocks, horse cocks, goat cocks, doggy cocks, bull cocks, ram cocks, boar cock; any ole cock will do as long as it is big or long! My passion took from me my every waking thought. Lust and the seeking for sensual pleasure was on my mind and it alone woke me, worked me, and sent me longingly back to bed.

That fool stupid sanitarium, was for the coming months a place that did nothing to me accept to instill and arouse me to exhort male attendants and one female nurse to enjoy me and I them. They became as impassioned as I, their intent desire to seek and feel of me and making me hornier, by the day. Something even worse, after seeing it happen to a friend, my mind called out to Miss Smyth, for I had a question?

Ron, more than just a good friend was now a regular lover. He came and would if needed pay any price for being close to me, and him to find countless hours of continued pleasures. It was on a December night when as he rolled off from me, he lying there on the bed I saw his maleness. It reminded me of Charlie, he had much larger balls, all furry and held slung in a furry sack they hung very low between his thighs. Odd yet was his penis had burrowed up his abdomen and jutted out an inch below his navel. Hairy it was with the same knob like pouch what Charlie had now. His penis too, when stood out erect was pointed and turned upward, hot, oily, and flared red; it was just as I remembered that of poor Charlie.

Miss Smyth answered in her mind melding manner, she seemed amused at my wondering, and then informed me that those seeking my bodily pleasures on a regular basis would of their own racial heritage and nature, begin to become as an animal, in body first and then, if they liked it, as of mind. Ron was just my best and over repeated engagements, his body grew hairy, his maleness became that of a dog, and he grew paws to replace worthless toes.

We rolled in the petting zoo hayloft one winter's day. The snow and cold were not any concern as our passion generated more than enough heat. It was on that romp when Ron having long since seen his changes and thought they were neat, found his arms to be changing. The third mounting was from my rear and Ron was huffing, thrusting harshly, and making barking sounds.

When he had exploded his eighth time his mind seemed to capture the thought, he was doing it as an animal would. He cried to me but what issued forth his mouth was the bark of a horny male dog. It was for him the last straw and with his round of humping his body cursed; he being then as my new pet, a Mastiff big dog.

Ron became a beastly friend for a short time until the spring of the year; when a large dog became more all dog and began finding bitches of his liking he ended up getting caught by the dog catcher and taken to the shelter.

The doctor there managing me at the sanitarium knew of my many fun times with his staff, but since I was confirmed as sterile, he thought it a good way to keep me under control. He did not catch the drift of what was happening, his staff, certain members who failing to show up for work after a weekend, and the growing number of male animals there in the sanatorium petting zoo should have sparked in him a inkling.

Karen was the one female nurse who saw and found my body to her wilder delight. She would do anything to fondle, suckle or lick at me, the essence of her joy made her ill. Sick and getting sicker the more of my milk she would suck, the more she looked like me, until she went comatose. The coma sleep did the rest, as she metamorphic like changed over seven days, becoming a beautiful Irish Connemara pony mare.

There was Ben, he a Norwegian of heritage made of him a fine stallion Fjord pony. He accepted his changing well, willingly entered the petting zoo stable at the sanitarium, meeting soon with Karen, they became great friends and lovers. There were others, and they failed from family heritage to be as beautiful equines, one became a bull, was gelded and lived in the petting zoo as a steer. Another was quite sheepish about our relationship and now has wool to keep him warm.

The others who saw me and came to discover my and their greatest of sensual delights, discovered from their seeking and suckling a change of form, and soon too a wholly new lifestyle and future.

At long and last that final fated day came the next August, and I returned to visit Miss Smyth once again. Standing before the woman I was as usual when alone and in nature, myself, I was naked but for my buckskin hair, having also a black mane and tail. Holding out hands bearing sharp fingernails, almost as claws they were, palms hairy, I was willing to plead, again to be as myself.

"Ah..., ready are we to be as we were a year ago! Not so brash a young boy, we are highly sexual and flaunting our beastly gender!" taunted Miss Smyth of this the Pony girl of my home town. "Please, I am sorry for what Charlie and I did last year. I would do anything for you, anything if just to become more a pony mare and live my life in that form and to that purpose." I said as did beg thinking only of me and not a worry over my family.

Holding up the crystal ball, Miss Smyth called to its powers and wished of me as a longing to become as a whole pony mare, willing I be to do anything asked.

"The Crystal agrees with your request! However it would insist that you remain here and work out your unpaid debts by helping me on the farm. You will be a sexual creature, doing what is necessary for my farm to stay profitable. Have no worry of the other ponies as they like you were people first and remembering that, they are kind each to the others.

As for you, your place here will be one of duty and strength. I am old and in need of more money, you ponies will be rented for riding by children, a stable is begun, and some as horses, others as ponies, you shall make for me monies I need." Miss Smyth said, as for me I thought my pony self was likely over, but not quite!

Collapsing into a heap of hairy flesh, I sat there on the ground, waiting to as the new horror was to come my way. Moaning of my feelings from the power wheeled by Miss Smyth and her mighty crystal, my flesh and body began to wrench, into a new and far stronger form.

Looking up from my accursed situation, I spied now near the road and in her front lawn, a pony size carousel now stood. Turning to look up at Miss Smyth with the question in my thoughts the old woman smiled.

"You will reside as a pony until I have forgotten the reason why you were changed in the first place. I think the last one was pony boy Perry, remember him, he insulted me and for this stands with Charlie humped on his back; both seeking to redeem their reputations. You my young friend were the agent that brought me more playthings. Sally, Ann, Joan, and Marsha await their past friend and counterpart in the barn. One loves her being as a buckskin mare just as you, two as seal brown, the third a Palomino pony mare and one other, is a he a buckskin, but he as a stallion."

Miss Smyth explaining, to he who felt still a poor wretched slut, wished rather of being as one kept permanently remaining as if nineteen, but equine.

That year was back in 1963, and since then for so many years, I walked in circles. My three friends and I, doing what came natural to ponies and working, making the aging witch of a woman her money. We were ponies for forty some years, at last redeemed like S & H green stamps were, returned to the youthful human forms and sent into a changed world. Our parents had no memory of us or in one case were long since dead and gone. Our friends grown up and with families of their own, we four stood alone, except for each remained a friend to the others.

Our time as beasts left us without knowledge gained during years of sensual play and physical work. Penniless in knowledge we milled about for a weeks or more before returning together to beg Miss Smyth for a form to live our lives.

As you might imagine she was not willing to help us along. Joan and Marsha were the first to crack-up. Pony mare lifestyle is living free from so many humanist rules that made the need to conform again to them, caused for mental hardship that people-people could never understand. In months that followed the last two I could talk to as true friends vanished. Then it occurred to me that they might have returned to see Miss Smyth and ask of her to help them cope with life in some different manner.

Deciding not to mentally contact Miss Smyth, as I fell ill to the same troubles of conformity to being human, I went to visit her.

Upon arrival her small farm was a center of activity. There, in what was her front lawn stood a round tent, and under it she had a circular pen and four pretty ponies giving fun rides to happy children. The Barn had a continuous auction happening weekly, as people brought things to sell, and Miss Smyth sold those better favored by them becoming as cattle, sheep, goats, pigs, and a few large and willing mules.

My meeting again she who was my friend and owner, seeing me did smile and motion to the pony ride, she made me an offer I felt dutifully bound to accept.

"Now then, as what of you young and foolish one, be you ready to assume your past role as a pony mare, or maybe this time try the being a stallion and be useful as a stud?" Miss Smyth asked.

My head shook slowly side to side telling her a silent way of saying, no!

"So, you have known there is something more in life that tickles your fancies! You would rather then be then as a stout bull, remembering Charlie, my God give his soul rest." Miss Smyth said.

Suddenly alert to what she just said, I asked her, "Rest, God given rest?"

Miss Smyth hung her head as if of shame or in sorrow. "I would have given him better than he received, he given to liking the manner and life of being a bull, excelled in mating, so much I leased him to other farms for just that purpose. One leasing had him join a herd and during his months there the man whom leased Charlie, he died, and his farm went to his relatives and they sold the herd and Charlie to meat packer.

Fret did I, but then given by chance to learn the names of those responsible for Charlie going to an early demise, I bid them to come and visit a working farm.

They came, and since have learned from the ground up what makes a farm profitable. If you wish and want to visit them, you need circle around and behind the bigger barn and peer down cautiously into the sty. I say to be of caution, as they did not go into the sty willingly like some others, but of hate to any human they would kill any who dare come into the sty, even of me!" Miss Smyth said, and looked as if what she had trapped in the sty as devilishly vicious.

"No, no thanks! What I came here to ask is if you could help me cope again with life. Me like, Joan, Marsh, Ann, and Sally, as they have returned and I were given back what they cherished highly, I would ask for the same, as to return and be again content." I said, saying it loudly, maybe too loud.

Miss Smyth took me by the hand and led me to the stables, there she asked me to be quite sure. "If done again, do you want to be again a pony mare?" Miss Smyth asked.

"Yes," I said in a quick response!

"You wish to be a pony mare and not like your original gender and become a proud and happy stallion used for stud purposes only?" Miss Smyth asked, wanting me to be sure of what I asked.

I smiled at her, and then responding said, "A pony mare, healthy, full of form but quite sterile still, able to mate and enjoy it, but not saddled with the duty of bearing a foal. No being a stallion, such desires are in the past, I look forward to wanting one thing, that of some stud stallion to mount, thrust, and play with me constantly."

Miss Smyth sighed with a pleasant loving manner, she calling out to her Crystal to prepare for the return of a friend to where he shall be all the happier. Then she told me to prepare, go inside a stall, disrobe and await the red beams from the Crystal.

"Now my story would have come to the end right there; but with conveying this for you writing of it, this my life has now a new worry. I have had dreams about a crystal ball. Dreams of passion leave me seeping out juices that soak my tail and I wake out of breath, panting from such lust as if just finished with enjoyment of female sensation. I expect the crystal ball is seeking me out, entering my mind; it has a plan. Someday soon there shall be another pony for this farm, take great caution lest it be you.

The writing of such a story concerns Miss Smyth as well her Crystal. Notoriety brings on concerned citizens, they of the religion types, come to seek, find, and judge. Woe shall be theirs to them from entering in where they should not go, be they male then to gain length, girth, and soon will go to be as another spellbound pony of Miss Hazel Smyth. They who be born as female have similar likelihood of knowing the same demise. They will seek after you, wanting from you to openly testify as how you came to learn such details for this my story.

As a promise to you from me and from too, Miss Smyth, you need only to ask of her and she shall give you a comfortable place where to hide until all is calm.

Now then, post my story and let those who would dare come and seek be of the aware; surely some shall find safe haven here.

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