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Christine was acting like the older sister she was, as she sat beside her older brother Lee. She was crying while telling him about their younger and often impetuous brother Ronny. Ronny had left home to go and live with a household of several women of varied ages, a coven. Christine was sure her of brother as if had decided and became entangled with Demonism, maybe even devil worship. She added to her story telling as of strange tricks Ron likes to play, his oddest being the acquired ability to levitate objects anywhere in a room.

This mind over matter ability was only the first of many strange, as mystical activities Ron did, and that got her to thinking of what new mischief he would learn, he having gone to reside with a coven of true witches.

After Christine told of what she knew about Ronny, Lee had a look on his face as if he thought his sister were plum crazy.

She added a thought to mention as of a party that she attended last week, as Ronny was at the same party. He was there with one of the women in the coven. The woman looked to be older than Ron, she mature by maybe five to seven years her age.

It happened that Molly Ann was there too, she was a past high school girlfriend of Ron. Molly Ann had after her father died suddenly, she became wealthy, having taken over their family business. She was always nice to just everybody, and her manners were excellent to all she met. Molly Ann approached Ron and asked of him to dance with her. As what she said made Ron scowl, he acted as if her asking to dance with him was a terrible insult.

It happened then that Ron made a broad swooping hand wave as if to reply and put her off, as he wanted to rebuked her publicly there at the party. She too became as insulted and made then fun of his attire, he being dressed in a full tuxedo outfit, as friends and other people laughed at him.

I watched as did others seeing how Ron, his face seemed to darken as he then pointed at Molly Ann, and loudly told her that by midnight she would be wishing of him and wanting to enjoy some wild sex.

All laughed, even Molly Ann, but around eleven-thirty Molly Ann was not there at the party. Friends thought she left and went home, but nobody recalled as having spoken with her since, or after her big confrontation with Ronny on the dance floor. Christine took to checking and saw the Audi sports car Molly drove to the party in, as still parked outside.

Seemingly, Molly had vanished or was somewhere maybe in trouble. This worry spread through the guests there after Christine told all that the car Molly drove there as still there, parked along the long driveway. That bit of news got some close friends to Molly to begin a search of the Barton Estate party. Her closest friends went about looking for her, they having finally found some torn and tattered clothing spread about the mansion stables.

After someone had called Mr. Barton to come to his stables, he arrived there with the stables groomsman. A head count taken then of the owned and boarded horses housed there and standing in separate stalls, met with the discovery of one new mare standing in a box stall. The mare, Mr. Barton stated was not belonging to his stables, but might be one brought there during the party by one of the boarders.

The groomsman so noted the horse as being quite nervous, and after he checked it, the mare he said had visible signs of it being in heat, in estrus. He then suggested some friend to Mr. Barton might have brought the mare there for breeding purposes.

The idea that someone that Mr. Barton knew, just came during the party and then left the mare for breeding purposes and not asked permission, Mr. Barton said was a silly assumption.

It was then that Ron and his hot date for that evening arrived out to the stables. He said he had heard the commotion. He walked up to the box stall as if to look at the erroneous mare, and while standing there the mare tried to attack him, she biting at him, as then reared up pawing the air as if wishing to strike at him.

Christine stood nearby, and saw Ron grinning with his new maniacal smile while looking at the excited horse, as he softly muttered, said to the mare, telling it she best be of great care less she remain a horse permanently.

His warning seemed to affect the mare, as it quickly became calmer. Ron then spoke to the stables groomsman and paid him a sum of money.

As after most of those there who were looking for Molly Ann and the interested few other had left the stables, Christine and Mr. Barton noticed Ron with his hot date girlfriend then helping the stable groomsman to bring a large dappled gray stallion to greet, meet, and likely mate with the horny mare.

The news about the two horses mating, brought back many of the searchers to watch. A weird sensation of awe had the crowd standing there in silence as the stallion mounted the nervous mare. Women cringed when the mare jerked her body, it feeling the sudden plunge in and thrust as the stallion harshly mated with the mare.

A few people thought to check their watches, noting it was well after midnight when the stallion dismounted, as Ron boldly announced that dear Molly Ann and her whereabouts, she then found, come morning.

Oddly, Molly Ann was found, she in a horse stall come the next morning, she was dead! The medical examiner stated of a young woman found in the stables, she having had her internal organs a brutally damaged from trying to mate with a gray stallion, before she was trampled to death by the brute.

"So then the mare disappeared after the body of Molly was found?" asked her brother Lee of Christine.

Christine replied no to this, as the mare remained and in due time should bare a foal. It acts with a calm demeanor when Mr. Barton or his son Aaron, came to visit the stables. Aaron was not at the party that night, as maybe the reason why Molly had asked to dance with Ronny. Ron returned often to visit Aaron and he asking about the rouge mare, the two friends would go to visit the horse.

When the mare would see Ron coming to visit her, she became highly aggressive and very agitated.

Christine so noted the attitude of the rouge mare when she was visiting the Barton estate, was there applying for a secretarial position of employment with Mr. Barton. She stood watching Ronny and he with five of his coven Lady friends, as he came for his once per month visit to see the rouge mare. Christine felt sure that Ron was gaining knowledge and supernatural powers from living with the witchery coven.

Ron knew when someone special was watching him, as when he visited the estate that day, while showing the mare to his coven, he did turn and offered a brotherly wave back toward the mansion where Christine stood watching him. Ron looked as if pleased to see Christine as make her wonder about his strange powers.

Christine got all upset when she started telling about strange occurrences that she experienced after she confronted Ronny, asking him what he ever did to make that poor rouge horse mare hate him.

Ron did not get upset or acting as if angry toward Christine, he did say that he felt Molly Ann was trying to challenge his decision to dump her when at the party. He did suggest she should curb her wagging tongue. As boldly bluntly suggested that she, his sister could as easily become corrupted similar to what became of poor Molly Ann. A bold broad wave of his hand at her, and Christine began having strange or erotic feelings, admitting her new desires for seeking sordid, as unholy pleasures.

While working for Mr. Barton, Christine told of her seeing Ronny arrive at the Barton estate, he with three of his witch women. The three women were of varied ages, one looking old enough to be their grandmother. As she stood watching out the window of her office there at the estate mansion, Christine decided to go and check on why or what Ronny was doing when visiting the rouge mare.

She requested to take a break and go for a walk to relieve some feelings of business tensions. Mr. Barton was a considerate employer and did easily agree, as told her to take as much time as she felt she needed.

Christine told of how she walked from the mansion directly to the stables, she sneaking around as behind the building, thought of herself as fortunate for not meeting any stables workers. She entered through a service door, and climbing a ladder, getting high up into the hay storage loft as above all the lower level stalls.

Taking a seat for her time of watching Ron and his three women, she had not long to wait before in strolled Ron as if he were some sort of royalty.

Christine told of her peeking over the bales of hay to watch as Ron approached the young mare's stall. As Ron came near to the mare it then began acting as if nervously aroused, it whinnied loudly. Ron stood smiled at the animal, as he said, "You best calm down now that what you were, is dead and buried!

You became a real problem daring as challenging me at the party, in front of both friends and my foes. Now that is in the past, because now I have bought you, as you are my property!

I trans-generated your soul into this previously transformed lover turned into a mare, while placing your life force inside her mare body. Now thanks to Major over there your body is dead, and you my dear is a pretty broodmare, and permanently!

Oh bye the bye, you should know that I have great plans to use you as a broodmare. One might expect after the first or second foaling shall wear, degrade your memories. I will tell you that my lovely witchery friends here have told me that nary one yet of those they transformed, female or males, retained a single human thought after being mated their third time round.

So then, it is for you my dear the next two years and a few months before mated by as with stallions shall make of you an equine whore out of a human one!"

Christine had with her, her personal laptop computer, she using it to recording what Ronny was telling the mare. She said that from her using it and was busy typing all what Ron had said, she failed to notice she left turned on the sound effects. It was not long before Ron noted the constant beeping of her laptop as she kept hitting enter.

Ron smiled and looked up!

Ron was intent on discovering who was up in the loft, as meanwhile there happened a interruption as his stable groom who walked into the barn dragging a teenage boy. "Hey there Mister Boss Man, look who I found stealing money from my room!

His name is Carl, Carl Riverdale, what you think I should do with him?" asked Mr. Tolarno, he the stable's assistant manager.

Christine watched as young Carl stood there looking a little worried about he then caught, and was sure he would be seeing the county Sheriff very soon. All this while Christine too was listening and watching, while waiting for whatever happened next.

Ron eyed Carl closely and then motioned for Mr. Tolarno to leave the boy, and return to his duties about the stables.

"So you need money do you there Boy?" asked Ron.

"Yes sir I do, I can't get a job cause, well, I've been in trouble and in the slammer already once for stealing. I got this girl and she wants me to show her a good time, so I steal!" replied Carl, he showing an egotistical smirk.

"Hmm, so your girlfriend tells you to steal things and then give her a good time from ill gotten gains, well I might be able to help you out. There is a new position here for which you could fill the bill. The pay is small but offers room and board. The position has some rather neat perks and I think someone like you should make out quite well," said Ron.

"Sounds great when could I get to start," Carl asked, his asking sounding like he were pleading to stay rather than have to go back to jail.

"Call your girlfriend, and have her come here too, say about seven this evening. I will explain to her and you then, as to your duties and how much you'll both make by working together, what you say there boy?" asked Ron his face with that same evil as maniacal smirk, as he had some schemes to damning, doom two others into his big plans.

Carl doped, had a cell phone to call his girlfriend and she quickly agrees to come and talk at seven that very night. The call done with and Ron steps up to Carl, a spread fingered hand covers the teenage boys face as Ron begins to chant.

Christine watched in horror, she typing on her computer the insane happenings as her notes for later proof of what Ron could do. She watched as young Carl, his entire body stiffened to where he could not move an inch right or left. His mind remained alert, eyes staring at Ron through, or between the fingers covering his face.

What Ron said, he spoke using the ancient language of Latin, Ron as chanting a poem.

Carl began to whine a high-pitched cry, as all there stood by in silence seeing poor Carl, as his head began to change. Although Carl could not see it, but all there watched with wide-eyed anticipations seeing his forehead was then growing. Soon his entire head is expanding up and out, his nostrils merging with lip and jaw getting longer and longer.

Again, Carl cries from pain as new very equine teeth push his human ones out of there well rooted sockets, as human teeth roll out his mouth, falling onto the stables floor.

Ron held his index finger to Carl's forehead as he began to dance a devil's taught step all of which brings on more changes. As Christine set there captivated and watching, she peered over the top of a hay bale. She knew that yet another sad sole was to become beastly because they then pleasured Ron's demonic mind.

Carl cries and whines feeling his arms change, as shoulders turn inward. His wrists become as fore-knees while metacarpals solidify into a cannon bone. His two middle most fingers grow together as the thumb and pinky finger shrink back into the wrist. One added finger shrinks but helps make up the joint above his new single toed hoof.

Shaking then violently as his body begins to react with change. Organs shift about as if lungs and heart grow magically into larger and more equine size. Popping sounds announce the growth and lengthening of a human spine to that made by higher powers to fit the equine body's needs. It was as the pelvis snapped loudly causing Carl as forced to stand forward on all fours, he screams as devils work feverishly, they having their delights now to hear another of the damned whinny an echo through the stable.

Ron slows his song and chanting seeing his victim is almost where he wants Carl to be, he as finished and ready. The new angles to Carl's legs, his heels made into hocks and toes melded together, painfully changing, becoming a hoof, and soon what was born a boy human, shall need to be stand as would a pedigree stallion pony.

Ron stands before one bug eyed pony face. The boy showing all the signs of his feeling as terrorized, his primary reaction that of an equine, he ready to bolt and run for freedom. The white of his eye now shows as a mark of his equine and human feelings of pure horrific terror.

"Be calm Carl you’re not dead!" spouts Ron his face a broad smile.

"You are now what this place needs. I know Mr. Barton wanted to begin breeding ponies, as you I made a Dartmoor breed. You shall work here being the prime pony stallion at stud. You are fully grown, as by the devils who work at my command, they own such powers capable to recreate excellent stock and a refined bloodline." Ron announced, he seemingly as if a partner to Mr. Barton, held a sense of pride, doing what he did, taking those he disliked and making them fee humiliation, while they learn to lust as would a real animal.

Carl whinnied, trying hard to communicate his thoughts. As Ron and his three witchery friends acted as if Carl and his doom was something quite insignificant. The newly formed as matured pony stallion stood there in his blackened pony hide and covered in seal brown pelt of pony fur. His tail and mane being jet black of color, Carl shook or flicked the tail, finding what joy a pony can by doing so.

It was when his pony maleness what fell out into the light of day and he felt the cool breeze blowing him, making the new stud a longing to masturbate in total pony style and free from moral manners.

Ron clapped his hands seeing Carl responding to sensuality with similar actions like do equine males. He announced that the girlfriend would soon be joining Carl, she to work there at the stables, being his first brood mare pony and help him building a herd of Dartmoor ponies.

Carl stood for a few moments doing something that comes quite natural to a pony stallion. His sensation was at a peak feeling the wild new passion and his major increase in male size and sexual enhancement. He could think of nothing else right then but his enjoyment of what he had.

It took but a few short minutes before he spewed his first load of semen on the cobblestone floor. Ron then congratulated the pony stallion, telling Carl he had just evacuated his big balls of the last of his human male semen, making permanent his being a pony as his lifetime.

Suddenly realizing his passionate black pony member hung down, erect as hell, and for all there to view, he had a flashback to having some human embarrassment. In a quick turn on his new four legs and hoofs, Carl ran, he bolting, headed out of the stables and into the nearby grass green paddock.

Once in the bright sunshine his entrenching instincts grabbed away his rational thought as even though he tried to resist, his head lowered and lips nibbled, he began to graze.

All this made Ron laugh aloud, he seeing a new fortune in pony semen while Carl found his place in the pasture. He was about to turn his thoughts to whoever was in the loft when he got a reminder as to an appointment.

One might expect Ron would have received a phone call or saw a clock and thought of the time. Instead, his was from a devil familiar, a mouse in his shirt pocket would come out when there was someone from beyond the void wishing to contact Ron.

Christine breathed a sigh of relief as after wondering if she might have become part of Carl's ultimate herd. Her computer notebook was full enough and she was more than ready to get back to work at the mansion.

Sneaking down to the ground and Christine took to running across the open field, heading toward her parked car. It was the sight of her running that made Carl lift his head, bit-off as chewing of grass poking out from the sides of his black fuzzy lips, he having learned quickly how to graze.

Ron might have been young and not always so alert to things about him, but his devil familiar was very alert. As Carl the pony saw Christine running, he wished to join her, bolting off on a wild spree running toward the lovely female.

Christine told that she was almost to the rear lower level door to the mansion, as there standing in front of the door stood a black mouse. It raised up to standing on its hind legs and then stared at Christine.

"I am Buzlara, a medium achy devil as the gifted familiar of my master Ron." The mouse said, as his speaking to Christine stopped her in her tracks.

This devil had the technique down pat, he stood able and ready; he knew the future and how best to mold it to his desired aims. As Christine stood there, she dressed properly for her station as corporate secretary to Mr. Barton, was by then perspiring, hot and scared.

Pony Carl came to a four-hoofed screeching halt, stood by fence to his paddock new home, he there to see what might happen, his endowment out and getting erect, he was intent on his own sensual emotions.

Buzlara then began to grow, as he grew he changed forms, becoming a thin, gaunt looking man dressed with a toga. He reached out a hand as if in friendship only to touch Christine on her facial left cheek. His touch came as a freezing touch, a burning cold touch that hurt her skin. Christine reacted to the pain as she flung her laptop computer at the face of Buzlara, effectively knocking him to the ground.

A devil familiar is not someone willing to become, or look like a fool human. He reached his one hand and grabbing at, he touched the calf of her passing leg.

Carl seeing this went plum nuts, kicking his hind legs up and out behind him. He whinnied and screamed his displeasure as things took a decidedly nasty direction. He took off on a wild run, kicking his hind legs back and upward. Hoofs flew about as a pony stallion tried to chase the devil away, who was about to inflict bodily harm onto a possible friend.

However, the devil needed but to touch his victim, as Christine tried to side step and walk inside the mansion door, she felt the slightest tingle of a devil-familiar touching her. Tripped and falling to her knees, she turned to gaze a look back at the fallen devil, he smiling with a shit grin of demonic satisfaction. Carl had leaped the paddock fence and stood nearby, he on a slightly higher ridge overlooking the scene. He squealed his anxious whinny, as if pleading and begging Christine to flee.

Fleeing was for Christine then impossible. The languishing touch of Buzlara was all he needed to infer his will as place a curse upon yet another true unbeliever. She felt a new as general conflict in her mind toward anything to do with worship, God, and losing faith in higher powers, became then her downfall.

Even as she turned and gave a worried gaze at Buzlara, she felt a surge of strange sensations begin in the calf of her leg and rush then upward and downward. Screaming from fright, Christine told how she tried to get to her feet but wanting was not enough!

Buzlara began to sneer and laugh, he speaking to her, telling her of his cursing her, she to become as just another fool, changed, and living in a personal hell as an animal form. The words from this devil sunk into her mind, she feeling her tears welling up from wide eyes. The strange pulsing sensation had her heart racing and mind filling with ideas of liking animalistic lusts.

As she set there on her knees, the sensation from her changing body brought on an orgasm. The surge of rank sensations made her wet and from this began to change even her will to survive.

Buzlara got up on his cloven feet, stepping close to Christine as he placed his scaly hands to her head and spoke his demonic blessings.

A wild-eyed pony stallion stood watching, his erection the sign of what he felt and how he remembered when it happened first to him. While Christine just sat there and watched with a mental abandonment caused by being so blessed, maybe rather as one cursed, it from a demon pulling her into his fold.

Unable to scream from her terror, she did get out a soft whine or two. She sat and watched, seeing her human leg begin to deformed, changing, similar to equine in nature but different the conformation. The sight and likely the feel of her foot growing to the new size, shape, and length proper to her becoming as some animal scared her. She then looked up at her attacked, whom he then had transfigured his body to become an exact duplication of had Christine the woman was before she met a devilish mouse.

Christine struggled to get up, and finally managed it, as stood on very different leg, he feet raised up, and what surprised her more was she having then cloven hooves. As pony Carl whinnied and beckon of Christine to come and follow him, the two ran toward each the other, as continued running, leaving Buzlara to delight with having become a human female.

My sister Christine thought even as she ran with pony Carl at her side, her life and physical body of being a human was at an abrupt end. Soon she would cuddle with something other than Carl, she having the hind cloven hooves of a wholly different type of animal.

Pony Carl proved to be her greatest friend yet, as he ran, he had one intention, that being to take Christine to meet and talk with his church priest. Carl and his whole family were of the catholic faith. Though he had become a pony stallion, his equine lifestyle had not by then, become beast-like as degraded his sanity. He knew that absolution done by his priest might stop the devil curse, and return Christine to being again a whole woman.

In due time Carl knew his having become an animal in body would with mating, breeding first his girlfriend when she got changed, and then used as a stud to mate often with born mares, he would cease to know or think of himself as ever having been a person.

He was a stallion and delighted as devout to relishing the want to live a beastly lifestyle. This fretted Carl, while the naked sensuality of being a animal offered him a lifetime of comforts he when a bad-boy youth knew he would never own.

As the two friends ran, trotting across fields, leaping fences, the exertion and physical movement was increasing the changes, changing Christine from being a woman to her becoming more like a large as female goat. She was feeling her body as the changes continued, and when the two arrived to the church, my sister told how she was mostly a large doe goat, was naked, having lost her clothes as she ran she changed of form.

When after some hoof knocking at the side door to the church brought the priest to see who was there, he met a brown pony, and a creature half woman and half a furry doe goat. He knew immediately of what he was seeing, two people cursed to live their lives being as animals, and he beckoned both to enter the church.

"My children of what I see before me, is a pony animal who is acting like he knows the church is a sanctuary, and a place of gaining needed forgiveness of priestly absolution. You dear woman, you I would wager has see or met a devil and from it the thing cursed you physically, am I correct in my assumptions?

Thank you, the simple nod of the heads by you both is enough for me to gain a better understanding of the situation. If you would allow me young fellow, and as I kneel here beside you, I need to touch as feel of your sheath to learn if your mark of the church, your having had circumcision is present still on the end of your member.

Ah-huh, yes I can feel it as you are becoming aroused. No, sorry my boy, but your circumcision is gone and the feel of the end to your member tells that either you have mated once with a mare, or that you had masturbated from the raw sensations felt after transforming into a pony animal form. The total lack of circumcision upon your member means that you are the property now of a devil, you are of the damned!" So said the Priest to young Carl, that said as then the Priest seemed as deep in thought.

"If by the grace of our Lord since you were born a human, there might well remain the great promise to Abraham, as that being of the likely lifetime said of three score and ten years. This promise, if still valid while you being a pony animal could grant you a lifetime of seventy years living as would a pony, a stallion, the sire of his herd." Announced the Priest of what Carl the pony might well expect.

Carl having heard his bestial demise was permanent, he then whinnied and gave his body a shudder at his hearing the possibility he might live some seventy years being what Ronny made of him.

"As then to you dear woman, of what I see is either a goat-woman creature, or because of all white coloring to skin and fur, you might soon become a Unicorn mare. If you can still speak, do tell me then if you have indulged in sexual copulation with man or devil?

No, ah, that is good, or by such dear Lady you would have earned your damnation.

Tell me then if from becoming so changed, did you because of the drastic sensations have brought on an orgasm response?

Ah-huh, another no answer, as for you there remains hope. I shall consult the church books to learn what next to do. As from what is plainly visible, you have changed into what is your final full form, but it is waiting for some final commands.

Stop you, cease that sniffing Pony-boy, that what you smell is her sense of excitement; her aroused state is causing the pony part of you to react with a flehmen nasal response.

You there the dark brown colored pony stallion," the Priest saying, as Carl the pony stood facing them, his mind and male member showing the struggle of a human mindset having difficulty controlling his animal body.

"Now I recall the one method of forgiveness that you dear woman must endure. If you wish and want you body, mind and soul set free from this curse, do follow me." The Priest said, as he shooed the pony to go back outside the church.

"Graze if you wish while you need wait for your friend to gain her freedom from serving the devil."

Carl acted as if saddened by the dooming of him from his favorite Priest, and walked slowly leaving the church to reside grazing, waiting for some miracle that would save Christine from her more likely doom.

Since Christine had lost her clothing from the running the distance to the church, she seeing the private room used by the Priest, she plodded along behind the Priest. Soon, after she was inside his room, he had her standing, allowing him to begin the mummification of her limbs and body.

"Please remain calm while I work at wrapping, embalm, as mummify you from head to hooves. Once I finish as looking like you are some Egyptian mummy, I need then to soak your bindings, as your disabled self with holy water." The Priest worked for three hours as he thoroughly wrapped, mummified Christine to where she could barely move at all.

She vividly recalled the application of holy water what drenched her, soaking into the linen winds. The cold feeling water touched her skin as caused her muscles, guts and brain to feel as if set on fire. She told how she did scream, crying, begging that she would like to change her mind, as becoming a unicorn might be easier to be, and certainly less painful an experience.

Noises noticed coming from outside the church building alerted the Priest that two men had laid captive the pony-boy, roping him, as drug him to and pushed inside a stock hauling trailer owned by the Barton Estate Farm.

"Those noises outside were the men from the Barton farm, as they roped and removed the pony-boy, he taken back to the farm. He will be just fine, better that he can live where someone takes good care of him, he might then live that time-honored promise of three score and ten years as his ultimate age." The Priest told Christine, as later, after some avid questioning session, he received a call from the priest Father Muldoon.

This brings us full circle to where Christine was first informing me about what she surmised our younger as foolish brother was up to doing, as doing nothing good. We have heard rumors about Ronny planning to enter public office, maybe after he turns twenty-one he might try to run for state governor.

Christine shudders at the thought of those who for whatever their reason try to stop Ronny, or get in his way of gaining more power; they too might then be joining Carl!