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Tim and Todd liked to hike and by chance, I met them walking a forest trail in up state New York.
Now such a meeting as this was not out of the normal when hiking, but what happened shortly thereafter, was most strange.
Myself, I fancy as an artist using a camera to take pictures rather than painting them on canvas. So, as I clicked my camera shutter, we three walked the winding trails. My two newest friends talked just like brothers, both of the same flesh, but that was where the similarity stopped.
Todd was the adventurer, trying most anything as the thought of danger meant nothing to him.
Tim was far more cautious than was his brother, seeing the danger and planning for what might come; and not flying by the seat of his pants.
Our mutual trek took us to us up to a fenced boundary, not marked as with any “No trespassing,” signs, but a hog tight, bull strong and maybe pony high wire fence. We conversed whether to jump it and continue on walking in the direction my compass suggested would bring us to the town of Kingsbury, or to take the long way around.
Foolishly, for some of us Todd and I found agreement and with tired feet from walking, we decided to leap the fence and take a shortcut.
Todd jumped over the fence first, landing easily on two feet and stepping along quickly to the nearby ridge overlooking the plush green valley below.
Tim readied to leap next as I stood there preparing to take a picture of the fateful jump. As Tim stood with both hands atop a wooden fence post, Todd moaned as if in some horrible agonizing pain, crumpling into a heap and then sprawling out upon the grass.
Tim gave me a questioning look, and then with the strength and urgency of that moment of need, he too jumped up and clearing the short fence, did dash to the aid of his older brother.
He took but several striding steps before he too groaned in pain, falling to his knees, and turned to look my way, as if to warn me from following him into something very painful and strange.
Dumbfounded at what to do next, I stood my place on the outside of the fence, and looking at the brothers lie next to the other, they began to appear different. Different in an odd way, as their lightly suntan colored skin began to darken, turning quickly to some tone as almost a deep black color.
I called to them but receive not an answer or even a simple groan.
Scared for them and enough apprehension to remain where I was, I searched for my cell phone but had not one bar worth of signal.
Anxious for the two new friends I paced to, and fro, trampling down a twenty-foot long pathway of dried grasses.
Todd moved then slowly, wiggling himself closer to the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley below. His face appeared swollen, skin coated over with a dappled blonde tone of hairs, and what I could only say looked like the mane of a pony, then grew from his head, neck, and caused me a higher level of fear.
“Todd,” I called to him but he just continued to weasel his body ever closer to falling over the edge of that sharp cliff.
Tim replied though with a moan, he lifting his head and turning to eye my direction, he allowed me to take note, as his face resembled that of a pony. As from his then broadened nostrils to the ears peaking the top of his elongated head, he, as did then Todd both looked as if bewitched.
I lost all track of time, it passing as did the very form and bodies of the two brothers, both remaining similar of flesh, if but then changing more to become equine of species. I could say much more, detailing how their clothing disintegrated, and wearing thinner by the minute, shredding, as would badly worn cloth, and becoming as a gray powder upon the dry ground.
Todd clamored to his footing first off, standing upon all fours, he had four legs, solid hoofs, and became to all outward appearance a Welsh Mountain pony type.
He stood for just a short while as if getting his mental bearings, then stretched out his body in a long and lean manner; maybe testing his joints and the massive new strength of his very stout pony body.
Tim repeated the same process, as had his older then pony brother. Both stood as if nearly identical ponies, the same coloring, and size as well.
The cackling laugh sounding quite disgusting to me personally came from an elderly woman who happened to come climbing up the far side of that steep hill. She crested the hill, pointing a crooked arthritic finger at Tim and Todd, laughing manically, as if filled with glee over their dehumanized predicament.
“Dare you to trespass on my land and you too will join them and lose everything you have short of your memories.” The old woman grumbled at me, she pointing to the two completely changed brothers, and damning them under her breath, cursing the two of them to remain permanently as ponies, as both a stallion and part of her property.
I thought to argue in their behalf but considering of what I was a witness, the thought of her magical power leaping the fence line and doing something as bestial to me, seemed likely, if not completely probable.
The elderly woman walked between her two newest pieces of property, placing a crude and worn halter on first Todd and then over the head and face of Tim. The addition of these halters tended to change the demeanor of Todd, but left Tim acting as if he knew more of what it felt to be a pony and stallion, finding the change as something enjoyable, if but from his male endowment.
A very high-pitched whinny broke the thick cloud of anxiety and apprehension by all there that stood as males. One pretty slenderer form of a young mare topped the hillside, and stood up wind from the two then horny brothers.
I lifted my camera to take a photo of that moment in time, discounting any shot of the witch woman, and just of Todd and his slightly smaller but younger brother in the foreground. Tim gave me an odd sort of complacent look, as if what he had become then was quite to his comfortable ways of living. His other reaction matched that of his older brother, both became rather painfully aroused from the scent of the mare, erect of their shafts, and seemingly ready, if not willing to give up everything they owned to by as ponies and the property of the old woman.
CHAPTER II
“Exit, Stage Left”
One pair of eyes met mine and with our visual bit of communication over in a flash, I thought it best to exit the area.
A wild flying run to the left and I went to hide inside and between hedges of Juniper trees. Puffing my every breath and scared half out of my mind, I lay there anxious for my two friends, but helpless to save them from their beastly predicament.
When the eyes of that elderly woman took to staring into mine I felt as if she were reaching into my mind, wandering about inside my thoughts, and from what she found there, she deemed me safe to release and let go.
My head actually hurt to each temple, and with my heavy breathing an ongoing reaction to the fear I felt, my heart thumped and goose pimples popped.
Helpless, I watched as the woman coaxed Tim and Todd to walk beside her, as a pretty and young looking mare joined their throng.
Todd seemed to take a continued interest with the mare, sniffing at her, rolling his upper lip high as if straining to gulp the rank and different scent she offered his changed mind. I watched as he stood boldly defying the old woman and her trying to tug him along. He seemed completely enthralled with the mare, reaching his head out to its furthest length, sniffing at her rump.
That mare seemed just as thrilled with Todd as he did for her. She turned and offered him a clear eye of her posterior, swishing her tail as she held it high set, and slightly to one side of her well-rounded rump.
A few hard tugs at the rope attached to his halter attached over his head, and Todd revolted! He lashing at the rein, and with his newly formed and excellently sharp incisor teeth, he bit the rein, parting it and the hold the old woman had over his lusty desires.
The foursome stood just below the rim of that high hill, but even from my vantage point and view, it was understandably easy to note, when Todd stood almost upright.
He stood there and gave a twisting gaze toward his younger brother then also a stallion pony, as was he, and with a screaming whinny of indifference to what he became; I watched in horror as he began to make moves that suggested the mare and he were in the act of mating.
A shrill whinny from Tim as the old woman tugged him off to the coral and or barn; leaving Todd to his then chosen style of life.
I having seen and as well heard more than enough, I got up and nearly ran the many miles back to the car. I sat inside the vehicle, somewhat surprised that this overly plump individual just ran that distance, something he could never have run if not fearful that Satan was close to his heels.
Slowly my sense of the chase availed me to calm down, but that same sharp ache remained to tweak my memories of witnessing the transformation of two friends into avid beasts. As I started the engine and slipped the shift to drive mode, I sighed, wondering of when I returned home, as how can one explain leaving two friends, as did I?
The three of us had driven a fair distance up into the highlands and it would take me a good five hours to do the return drive to home.
As I drove the vivid memory of standing on one side of that cursed fence and watching as two good friends changed, seemingly somewhat painfully too, but in the matter of just minutes they both were permanently transformed into ponies. This constant repeating visual memory kept repeating time after time, until finally I turned into a rest stop area and thought to use the facilities.
I remember opening the car door and as one foot touched the pavement, the vague scent of cows enveloped about me.
A leap to my feet and turning around I eyed the parking lot but not a sign or nary a sight of any cows, truck full of cows, or even a pasture with cows grazing, but I sniffed an undeniable smell that fully reminded me of cows.
Tired and feeling the personal urge to relieve an overly full bladder, I began to walk toward the restroom marked “Men.” About half the distance to that open door to what usually had its own vile stench; I felt a grumbling sensation down in my guts, as if famished for food.
A soft sounding and comforting female voice brought me back from the insanity that suddenly had overwhelmed my every sense. She talked to me, asking me if I could speak, touching the top of my head as she used her nimble fingers and did playfully squiggle them through my hair.
The feeling of her hand as she toyed with the strands of hair on my head seemed to annoy me some. Yet, from tone and her speech, she spake as if concerned about my well-being, but as well alluring in some strange way.
I tried to ignore her, since I already in the last twenty-four hours had seen what an evil woman could do to nice men. Her temping at me worked its way to where she touched me with what I felt was very inappropriate. Feeling her warm and soft hand take a firm grip to my maleness, I jerked my head toward her, lowering my nose to near the ground and snorting angrily, I pawed the earth to show my forcefulness.
“You do not understand do you?’ she asked of me, and her tone of voice held on fear, but just an outright note of true concern.
My anger subsided, replaced then with a horrid sense of not knowing something that seemed greatly wrong. I sat for a long moment, trying to think and remember, but my quick thinking mind seemed clouded, foggy, and unsure as what I should realize.
I honestly did not have the slightest inkling of what happened, but with seeing this friendly and smiling face of a pretty woman taking some interest in me, I tried to reply with a simple, “Huh!”
That simple huh resounded out my mouth with the most mind-boggling, understanding that anyone could or might ever know in their entire life. Instead of a human note of wonder and surprise, I let out a low toned and deep base sound of a placid Moo.
Needless-to-say, I stood there stunned, somewhat horrified, and decidedly wondering why I said, what I said.
Just then, the young woman knelt down directly in front of my likely surprised looking face. She took her two hands and cupped them together, making a support underneath my funny feeling chin.
Looking me directly in the face and with eyes meeting eyes, she spoke, stunning me, I became dumbfounded.
“Did you know and or feel as from what I see sitting here is one handsome looking Minotaur, you seemingly as one feeling carefree and grazing here at this rest stop?
More so, you are as that Minotaur, and to me such as you is for me my great longing to befriend, and have even as a lover!” she said, telling me of me, and as much making an offer a man or Minotaur would be stupid to refuse.
“The Big Easy”
Silently I looked at her with obvious surprise, so stunned at suddenly realizing that my entire demeanor and form had changed drastically. I felt foolish, my mouth having the remnants of foraging upon the grass, as would some grazing animal, and from what I felt and she had said I was an animal!
Wide big eyes stared at her, my lower lip began to quiver, as a realization swelled within me, the horror of what I was witness to that afternoon coming to apply some curse then over me.
She slowly changed her facial expression, as a friendly like smile and with her cupping those soft petite hands under my then bovine shaped chin, I felt suddenly at ease with being near her.
“Not many Minotaur beasts living anywhere near here, you surprised me, but it seems obvious that you are not some bloodthirsty and furious beast! In essence you appear quite tame, possibly even surprised at what you are, as if this beastly form of yours is something new to you, is it new to you?” she asked of me, I as yet on all fours, my mouth still slowly munching the last clod of grass chewed off the ground.
Unable to speak anything humanly intelligible at that moment in time, I instead, shook my head to signify agreement, as in fact when I came to the rest stop I felt quite normal.
“You looked to me at first like one of those furry lovers that occasion this rest stop from time to time. I saw you setting on all fours and trying to forage as if a real bovine, but your form and actions suggested to me of something out of character. Oh not that I am some easy mark looking for a wild romp, but once I came closer to you there was this strange alluring sensation.” She saying to me of her kindly feelings, considerate and loving, as if my strange looking self had powers I did not know or could realize.
Slowly I began to try to stand upright; my hands looked to me as partially changed, as then cloven hoofs but having a completely human shaped thumb. I took note of this first as I moved from standing literally on all fours, to pushing my bulk body into a crouching position.
I gave a hearty surprised snort out my broad nostrils when setting in a crouched position. The sudden sensation of my changed form welled up and gave me the feeling of being then some sort of exceptionally muscular beastly thing. Hands partially changed to being as if bovine, my arms still human but coated in a thick black pelt of soft fur. I began to admire my bulk and in a crouch my thighs blazed of muscle mass, knees near buried in changed thighs, as the heel of my human foot became as a hock and extended out to a massive cloven hoof, enough to support the bulk mass of this, my bestial form.
Tucking my then massive bovine head to touch a fuzzy chin to the thicker and soft black hair the adorned then my flared chest, I peering down saw what felt rather revealing.
Bovine like form that I had then become, my body was indeed naked, open for all to see, and there setting softly on the ground with me crouched down as I was, were two of the biggest male balls I had ever seen. A pair of balls better belonging to a bovine bull than would be useful or even practical as a body part on a human being. They lay there, in a slightly less furry covered sack, most definitely part of me, and just seeing them made me take a deep breath.
“You are new at this my friend, I wondered when I first saw you, and since coming closer is when I saw your clothing all neatly folded and placed under a honeysuckle bush. Seeing the clothing and knowing that a honeysuckle bush has connotations of witchcraft; I would imagine you met Auntie May and or, had some dealings with her today.” Said the young woman, she wearing a face then without much expression, either concern, or glee.
I felt a bit of embarrassment, me naked as even being rather animalistic, but thinking of learned morals taught to me over my younger years by a mother quite prim and very proper.
How she could tell I felt some embarrassment I had no idea, but she had a smirk and said,” Feeling a bit revealing right now I bet, well forget it, you are not the first I found lounging about this place or several others. You met my Aunt May; she is a witch and one mean, tough, old bitch of a witch, why a few years back she caught me watching her and how she would finger play with one of her victims. I felt her anger for a month, and made me wear fall clothing to cover myself during the forth of July festival and county fair.”
Hearing her tell of personal exploits so similar to my own, I cocked my head to give one halfway focused eye a glaring stare in her direction.
“Believe it my friend; I sported eight duggets upon my chest and abdomen for that month. She graced me as well to get bristles growing from chest down and through as well my privates, thickening there to make me itch and need to scratch. I grew a piggy tail and had pangs to enter a sty, but I weathered her storm and from not adding to her temptations, I stand now immune from her devious ways!”
I hearing her express a mutual understanding bade me to stand upright, finding my regular six foot seven inch height had increased due to then standing on the hind legs and extended feet with human toes as then big thick cloven hooves. My guess would be I stood closer to eight feet tall, dwarfing the nice young woman.
Upon my coming to stand in a more upright stance, everything that was of the bovine nature then stood out bolder than before. In an instant of standing up my thought of being then naked before this nice and concerned young woman felt confounded by my feeling the oddity of wearing a male organ protruding from my belly. Bad as it was to see, feel, and have big bovine bull balls, I then tried in vain to cover my exposed bullish sheath and that which began to peak into the late after hour sunshine.
Seeing my feeling so awkward and more than revealing, the young woman stepped very close to me. She tilted her head far back and gazed up into my dark orbs. A comforting smile eased my sense of humiliation, and what she did next caused me more than to feel stunned.
As I said, she stepped close to me, actually snuggling her nice looking body tight to my bovine bulk. Her kindly smile eased my general sense of apprehension, only changes my entire attitude when her nimble female fingers went to tweak and fickle with the long hairs that graced the opened end to what was my very bovine size of sheath.
Finding her action a bit too forward even with me being then a mostly a bull, I stepped back and with those cloven hands as they were, I brushed at my sheath, desperate to calm and quell the feelings of a male arousal.
“Good, I was just testing you to see just how much of your human morality remained, as with some that Auntie May did with he magical powers; she changed them of form, but as well erasing their morals!” said the young woman, her name still at that moment unknown to me!
Motioning for me to come with her, she stopped and pointed to my nicely folded clothing set under that bush at some point during my changing.
“Please, you must retrieve your own clothing if you wish to ever regain your humanity. Be sure to keep them folded neatly, as this is a positive aid for returning you to being human. Now then come with me, you can ride in the back of my van to where I live. Once we arrive there, I want you to exit the van and go quickly into my small barn behind the house.” She made mention of how I should act and do as if more forceful if not urgent that I obey her wishes to the letter.
“Caution”
Once we arrived at her small and very rural home, I did as asked and moved quickly and direct from van to her small barn. As the door to the barn opened I stopped just inside and listened to the din of muttering noises coming from about five animals housed in that barn.
“Inside, and be quick about it, Auntie May has spied with eyes watching me and other who know of what and who she really is, so beware!” said the young woman, as she gave me a hard shove of her boot to my lower back.
Falling to an all fours kneeling position I turned and cocking my head eyed her with a bit of disgust as how she had booted me in my backside.
“Thinking of me with mean thoughts, the come here and see why I was expecting someone like you to come along.” She said, her voice having urgency and as well, some sense of anger.
I got up slowly and still feeling quite awkward walking on strange legs and cloven hoofs that made me feel out of balance.
She flung open the rear door to her barn and there standing like some black statue in the corral stood the full bovine essence of what might I become, if not careful.
“See Brett there, he has since I found him at the rest stop fouled his return to being human by jumping the fence and then rutting a few cows. The act of mating confirms his complete transition; he is now and shall be as just an ignorant bovine Black Angus bull. To be assured, the spell of Auntie May is a potent one, making of every animal a champion breeder; whether male or even female.” Said this young woman, my savior until then from the doom of being just another like was Brett.
The encroaching feeling of becoming as ignorant as was Brett, he standing so still and stiff, reminding me of pictures that made mention of cows being similar at times to statues. I shook my bulky heavy head as if trying to free myself of some pestering bugs; but it was the way my mind and thoughts were changing that I thought as pesky and a worsening aggravation.
This friendly young woman stood quite close to my left side, I could feel her body heat and she wafted a scent, this bade me to think of her in basic bovine terms, as if little more than just being female.
In character and as well out of my normal mannerly ways when in the company of a woman, I craned my huge head lower, sniffing at the top of her head, and burst forth with a sullen deep moan of a bovine groan.
Quickly she responded to my manner of interest, as with her hand she pushed herself off and away from my flanks. A couple of fast steps to one side and she looked up at me, saying, “Tina Pratchett, is my name, and forget how I tested you, I am not an easy mark, nor do I play with those I am trying to piece back their humanity and help them gain back what they lost. If you give in to the strange pressures of being a lust bovine and bull, then Auntie May Pratchett will have for herself a fine figure of one healthy, long living, Shorthorn bull!”
Reminded of my present state and as much making this new me look out at the bull still standing calmly by and ignorant as a stone, I let my posture slump, as if to say I was sorry.
“I want to help you, as I have helped others. Some though, like Brett, or…” Tina turned again to face back inside that small barn, “Some as back in the last stall over there,” she pointing to my far right, “is Justin, he found his true calling and did his utmost to remain then as a Welsh Mountain type of pony, being a stallion and one fine sire. He never even tried his mighty shaft on a mare, but once he discovered the ease of lifestyle being a pony rather than a hectic existence in the world of corporate business, he chose to remain as a pony!”
Tina walked to the head of the aisle that separated stalls on both right and left. She called to Justin, asking him if he had all he needed, and got his response with a loud and happy sounding whinny.
She then pointed to another pony standing next to Justin, “This one is a mare, I let Justin mate with her and she carries now his foal. Carrion went to Auntie May selling magazines to continue her college education. Her bold manners won her the donning of a black patent leather bridle with silver coins attached. The result changed her and with being so different, she found piece and a sense of contentment she never knew as a female human. Like Justin, she too ran from Auntie when the changes began and found her way into my welcoming little barn.”
Tina stepped close to Carrion, patting her on a hairy rounded rump as the pony mare made a soft whinny.
“Here is Baron, hi Baron,” she said his name with some sense of affection, pointing out a side door where outside the barn stood a large horse, he facing his master.
I stepped into the aisle and with my exceptionally tall stance peered over the plank wall and down at her friend Baron.
“Baron, his real name being originally George, came to this country as a foreign exchange student hiking across America as he would do in Europe, staying at night in friendly hostels. His travels brought him to see our county fair and while there, he met or approached by either Auntie or her man she keeps as a wrangler working at her farm.
Something went wrong and Baron, as according to a disgusted Auntie May told me, leaving him not as one handsome mount she might sell to some regional horseback riding stable, instead, he became Percheron colt. Of course and since then, he grew quickly, and if he stood up his height would be quite close to yours,” she meaning me, as standing attentive to our conversation, George or Baron represented his new self one excellent specimen of a plow horse.
“Auntie May had him gelded soon after realizing what he would grow to be, and being now without any link to his heritage, he understands that American is now his home.” Tina said, she offering George some soft sounding tone of voice as if wanting to apologize for what happened to him.
One ragged bray echoed the valley glen, as form outside in a small pasture across from George stood; a nervous acting dark brown colored donkey stood surrounded by his growing herd.
“Shush Martin; you will get everybody in here all excited! You are here because of your use of that virile male dexterity. I told you to remain celibate of three days and the spell Auntie used would fade and let you return to your evil life.” Tina turned her head to give an eye in my direction, saying then, “Take note, three days of living without using your tool and the spell will begin to fade. Martin did as have others and Brett, he being the more foolish yet! Martin felt the urge and found for his delights two female students walking the rural roads. He displayed himself for them, and they felt that funny vale of arousal that emanates from a changed person. Soon after they met, he had the two of them engrossed in bestiality and only helped to spread the spell, binding two unsuspecting to join him in his donkey debauchery.”
Martin, I took note had a much larger stall, larger even than the one which held George. My wonderment became short lived as from lying near their stud, two smaller donkey jennets, as they scrambled to stand up and be one each at his sides.
“Caution, be wary of these three as from their playful debauchery, the spell found new strength. They are all three quite infectious, this is why even Auntie May, has reason to fear Martin, and if he got away or his consorts did, the lovely river valley would become over-run by braying changed people.
It might come to it, my putting them down, as their life revolves around constant orgies. The two jennets cannot stop their lust for feeling Martin, and he being as such a permanently youthful stud jack, finds the sensual thrill continuously invigorating.
One might imagine the Demons planning their powers to work so well, but evil spells take comfort from human and beastly weakness when all else comes down to things dealing with intercourse, sex, and living in vile ways.
Even from quoting the Bible, the book of Genesis makes note of animals to multiply; so then this aids such spells and the Demons, their powers and plans to turn mankind away from truth, and righteous living.”
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