To: Santa Claus
# 1 Elfin Way
North Pole, Northern Yukon Territory

Dear Santa,

Just like last year and the years before I was a very good girl. Everything that mom or dad asked of me, I did, like brushing my teeth, and I have never had a cavity in them yet! I eat the nourishing foods my mother says that doing so makes for a healthy mind and body. I do my schoolwork and get high marks, doing my chores around the house and helping mom with tending to the messiness of Chuck, he an older brother. Because of this for the coming Christmas day, I would ask for something special.

What it is that I would wish for is not for me, but for my Daddy; it is difficult to put into words.

To explain as to why, I need begin with once waking up at night and seeing the light coming under the door to where Daddy has his office. The room is not his office where he would really work, but it is where he totals up the bills and pays for everything we need as a family. He has there a computer, and it is not a play-toy for children, but an information system Daddy says. So it happens often when getting up to get a drink late at night, that you can see that beam of light coming from under then closed door to the office as Daddy works so hard for our little family.

While awake late and unable to sleep, having worry about a big test at school the next day, I heard a noise. I got up and out of bed, as being female I am quite inquisitive about most things, especially strange noises in the late evening hours.

Sneaking out of the bedroom and into the hallway, I was quick to note as usual that beam of light coming from under the closed door to the office room. Wondering of what noise that I heard, but not wanting to bother Daddy or to disturb him, he works so hard to give us all of what we have a need. Stopping then that urge to play detective, thought maybe Daddy might have made the strange sound I heard, so I went back to bed, trusting him to keep us all safe. I slept soundly until morning when with waking up earlier than anyone else wakes, I noticed the office room door still closed and the light inside still turn on. That natural overly inquisitiveness that Daddy says I have, had me urged and opening the office door, if just to check and see if he were still working there all night long.

There at the desk and in his chair sat our Dad, he had fallen asleep during his late night doing his working.

I had a thought to wake him with a good morning kiss, but stopped when standing behind him, I looked at his computer screen and there I saw something unspeakable. There on the screen was what the boys at school call a photo morph, a blended photo of a beautiful woman without any clothes and from her waist down her body was that of the shoulders to the behind of a golden color horse.

Seeing it made no sense then, I stood there wondering as why such would Daddy want such a picture there on the computer screen.

Creeping out before he awoke, I returned to my bedroom and crawled back into bed playing Possum as if still asleep.

Later, after everybody was awake and moving about, getting ready for a Friday at school first and some wintry fun later in the day, I went into the office room again, seeing the computer still on, I moved the mouse. There in place of the picture was then a story, and so I sat down to begin or try my best at reading it. A quick scrolling down and scanning of the story made for feeling sad, Daddy said he liked to read then a stories, it about…, well you should read it too, finding it at this website.

http://wolphin.furvect.com/stories.html

Titled as “Vengeance,” Daddy must have liked it as I found it added by a bookmark to his favorite sites. Oddly, he had left the computer turned on during that morning rush to get everybody set and out of the house to wherever they needed to go. I love Daddy dearly, but if to give him something he would really like, so then please give to him the gift I earned for this past year!

With all my love Sharon

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Then the next year Sharon wrote:

Dear Santa,

This year had its sad times, that after our Daddy left home for where he works and disappeared that day, and never came home again. The Police searched and found only his car parked beside the road, only two miles from our house. Mom was so sad she needed to go to a place that deals with people who feel sad too or are upset, this Aunt Sadie said. Brother Chuck and I went to live with Auntie for a couple of months, and or until our mother could learn to cope with the loss, or so Auntie tried hard to tell us without causing us more worry.

I wish to say thank you for what you did for Daddy. I know now and as it happened after on a bike ride along our rural road. Stopping then when seeing some horses grazing near the fence, I like to go near and pet them, wishing and asking mother if someday we might get me a horse as a pet. As I came to the fence and whistled, it is my way to beckon them to take interest and come to me, one horse there whinnied loudly, it bolted past them all and came to me at a gallop.

He really was a beautiful horse, colored a light brown with a black mane and tail, something quite different a color for a horse. It acted so very friendly, wanting all the attention given him as he pushed away the other horses being inquisitive about me, he wanted to be seemingly the only horse for me to pet.

Hearing then Mr. Killingsworth calling to his horses to come and them then to return to the corral and barn, there to get their supper of grain marked the time of day. His calling to his horses sent all but that one brown horse to turn and run away from me. That pretty horse ignored the others; he remained there at the fence and acted as if he were ever so delighted to be near me.

An angry Mr. Killingsworth came soon there too, he clipping a rein to the head halter of that nice horse. The man was always quite nice so he with a smile asking if I had bewitched his new stallion. According to what he said about that horse, it showed up one morning grazing in his backyard lawn. Inquiries posted, but nobody replied to the notice asking in there be anyone who lost such a handsome stallion, so until someone came looking or asking, Mr. Killingsworth said he planned to keep the horse and let him frolic with the mares.

Mr. Killingsworth made special mention about how that especially fine stallion happened to come and be at his farm, so odd to hear that it arrived during the same week that our Daddy went away.

This is a special something that can make for a girl to wonder, it suggested my going often after school to visit that farm and to pet the new horse. Visiting the farm, Mr. Killingsworth allowed me entrance into the pasture to pet the horses, one especially, he that most attentive and loving stallion.

When one Saturday morning as I came close to the corral fence, we each saw the other he acted as normal, he thrilled to see his remembered newest friend. With head held high, tail swishing, he would come a prancing happily to greet and meet. That kindly horse acted as if he liked the extra attention given him and when I climbed through the wooden fence and stood next to the big horse, he kept the other horses away by just acting aggressive.

He so liked to press his face into my chest, snorting softly, and pawing the ground with one hoof as if wanting to tell me something. As we touched, his head or forehead to me, he and I could read then the thoughts of the other. The result from this strange contacting made for a suggesting question, and so that is when I said questioningly to the horse one word, “Daddy?”

Suddenly the horse lifted his head and he screamed a loud whinny. He had met again his she who was once as his daughter, we each knew the other, as now Daddy is that beautiful horse there living on that nice farm.

Only thanks to you Santa, as for what you did gives an answer as to what happened to Daddy. You made him so happy and we each felt as if tickled about his receiving such a special gift. Standing near him I gave a greeting and as well a big hug. He seems quite the happier now, more than before last Christmas. You must know what as asked of you, as to give or do for Daddy whatever his greatest of wish was to make him feel happier. Seeing him being as a horse now and from what Mr. Killingsworth said that my Dad does, he doing what is expected of a hearty stallion.

When then asking of Mr. Killingsworth what he meant, “As what is as expected of his new horse, it being as a stud,” that word stud held then no meaning to me, so with the asking what was meant by such a title, Mr. Killingsworth became red faced and failed to give an answer.

Daddy knows what he has become and this too is as like that story he loved to read, he then wishing for it all to come true. Daddy is very much a horse now and not his human self, I do not understand what all he does, but when I come to visit him, he acts happy, prancing, and showing his delight in a horsey manner so odd, not at all, as he did when being a well-dressed man.

This year I was especially good keeping it a secret about my Daddy becoming a horse at the Killingsworth Riding Stable. Not a sole knows the newest horse and stallion is but my father or that he has a human daughter.

We have a lot of fun now as I rent him by the hour, and when riding him he loves to run and jump. We have more fun now than when he needed to work and slave for the taskmaster of a boss he worked for so many long hours.

Being good, I wish for as my gift this year for something to make my older brother as happy as is now Daddy. Chuck, my older brother likes to go outside late at night and run several miles. He says, it enhances his body and makes him more a hunk male for those he would wish were his sweethearts.

If possible again, would you mind giving to Chuck the present worthy of his sister, but not as what you did like for Daddy. Chuck became as what Mom said, he being now the man of the house. He given the office room as part of his place to do his schoolwork, he sits for long hours like did Daddy, and says he is studying how to work with a temperamental computer.

Being a girl and as Daddy said about me, that I am sometimes overly inquisitive, I began to listen at the locked door of the office room, hearing Chuck muttering as if reading something off the computer. I waited for the right time, and when Chuck happened to leave the computer on and available, I went inside that room and wondered what he was doing?

Chuck has needs for some help and that is what I wish for to give him as a Christmas present some sort of gift that he has a need, or would be his greatest wish.

So many thanks to you Santa,

Sharon (8 years old now)

P.S. I told Daddy about what mom did, she turned his life insurance policy into a bundle of cash, and from it, we have enough money to live securely for a long, long time. This news made Daddy whinny with glee, he when thrilled, shows his delights without a smile but does it differently for all to see. Mr. Killingsworth says, what a stallion does when it is happy, they tend to show off, letting all around see their masculinity.

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Dear Santa,

Check with your Mailman, as if from what happened during the previous two years came as a shock. It would seem then that someone very evil is diverting some of what should be your mail, and looking for letters written with exceptionally mature handwriting.

As said by a Witch woman, she boasting about her getting some of what should be your mail and reading of it, she learned who might then possibly be willing to let her redirect their lives and for eternity. It was she who read my letter and she then made my Daddy become a horse and did worse to Chuck, my brother. When riding Daddy, we happened to cross the planned path and meet her. Daddy knew her as someone who arranged his fantasy dreams to come true; when seeing her he did not act as if delighted she was there, but acting as a scared animal confronting something deadly.

So evil is she that a wave of feelings of her evil engulf a body and to see her, she stands boldly and glares her eyes in a cold stare. The way she looks at a person her eyes might cut though to the inside of a mind, as if she with her mentality is as searching for something, a weakness!

Meeting and by the help of Daddy being a strong willed horse, fleet footed is he, we spun, turned, and ran away from that evil woman before she could do her evil ways upon me.

Another year and Mom used some of the life insurance money from daddy disappearing to purchase us a new, smaller house and it having some acreage and a barn. We two are all that remains of a family of four, as Daddy became then a horse, and since then brother has disappeared too, this worried mom more.

Imagine the delight when mom did as asked by me and she bought as a pet horse that is or was our Daddy from Mr. Killingsworth. They agreed upon a price, but with the added item requiring Daddy to return to the Killingsworth farm for a couple of weeks each springtime and fall seasons, he required there for to the frolicking with the mares. Brian, the name given to Daddy as his horse name by Mr. Killingsworth, as he said it was the suggested name used by a visiting woman who came asking if to buy for her ranch a new stallion. Although the sale never came to an agreement, luckily for Daddy as the name stuck. Later, it came back from having read the entire story Daddy loved to read, as the man changed in that story had the same name of Brain.

I did not tell Mom about that strange woman, as she is upset about my wandering the countryside riding my pet and Papa. Mom thinks too much, about what might have become of Chuck, brother and son. Her Psychologist said that Chuck likely felt so saddened about our father having disappeared; he felt denial and ran away from home to learn best how to cope with his loss.

As of what did happen to Chuck, I learned about when out riding set high on the broad strong back of he who was my Daddy. We like the gravel road that runs along the riverbank, and happens to pass then a cattle farm. As one afternoon when out riding and happened to pass the farm pasture fence closest to the river, we both heard someone call out my name, Sharon, although who said it slurred the words but still they remained as understandable.

Just imagine the surprise when riding along we stopped and stood as both stunned hearing come a voice calling from the herd of Mr. Jones black cattle. To hear someone calling Sharon, and stunned as surprised to see there among the black cows stood this big bull, its lips moving, he actually able to talk. Inquisitive still, I got off from the saddle on Daddy, I approached the fence as also did the bull, it walking away from his herd of cows, he coming closer as if to meet and greet.

With wonder at such as a miracle as a bull being able to speak, I said first then a friendly, if questioning, “Hello?”

Standing near the fence, head turned slightly upward, the bull grinned as it began by saying, “Sharon, ha yea, good bet you all thought the son and brother ran away from a broken home, especially after father up and disappeared.

This is the new me now, a bull you see here is what became of your brother. Yes dear sister, your brother Chuck stands here the other side of this fence from you, we being different in more ways than just one. The reasons of why and how remains the ability to think and speak, of understanding and knowing who I was, who I am, and of what she made me be like this is still questionable. Yet, I am happy to see you again! Changed as this body is, in this block bone headed bull resides the human mentality of what seems as once a very silly person.

Odd too and strangeness considering what was and is so different now for having felt the bovine urges, having recently learned of how to brawl and fight the older bull here. A mighty adversary, but after several long and dusty skirmishes his bulk fat wore him tired and he gave up, retiring his place in the herd as the He Sire. His loss was then the gain of one younger bull, being extreme virile…, oh well in status here came then the rite to breed.

What is my life living here and now is more than brutal than your young mind could ever imagine. It is difficult even to my mind how I ever thought that being like this would or could be somehow as enjoyable, it was once but a foolish fantasy.

Reality comes with waking every morning, the first thoughts in this bonehead are strange and almost vile the urges that come and force then the actions of a bull standing among his herd of cows. You are still too young to hear me do any explaining in detail, but know this, that much of the time here is spent acting as if born to being a animal and as what it is to be a bull.

Enough of my woes, how is mom, and you, did anyone else note that Chuck was gone, as if removed from off the face of the earth?

Indeed, there were times when first here, being as then liking to a smaller bull as what the farmer said I was a yearling. The hearing of him talk about me as if his property and worse, as if I really were but an animal, beast, and someday a hearty big bull. Hearing that caused reasoning and much time of wonderment as to the why, or for what was once my fun fantasy; became then this demeaning reality.

She did this to me, a woman dark and sinister if not just evil. We happened to meet along the river road one night that the last night I was still then a human; was running to exercise and work off my more anxious feelings. Oh but if you ever do see her, remember and now from my experience not to let her look directly into your eyes. Her burning yellow eyes, they looked into the soul and seeing, saw then of one forlorn night when I then as a young male human did foolishly wish his body were like that of a bull.

As the wants for strength and then able to lord over females, this is what happened, and happens now daily. Although it was fun to read about and daydream, the reality of this is not anything so wonderful.

We must be careful that no other person knows about what I became, for if word got back to her, she would finish her deed, making of me a mindless, ignorant beast as me!

She still comes to visit and gloat over what became of a human, she told of what she did to Dad, she made of him a horse. Is that then Dad you are riding?

Just the other night she came again, and said that someday soon, you should ride your horse past our pasture, she would wish that this bull spoke, as did call your name. Well then, and here you are, you and your horse, hi Dad, wow you she made as a stallion too. I can see from my angle he is rather aroused about seeing me and I him, as he is enjoying what that woman has powers to give.

Did Dad tell you could he talk too? This change of bodily self comes with much pain early on and a sensed foreboding feeling. Such I can remember our chuck pastor ministering one Sunday, he preached a sermon on what it might be like to enter Hell. It feels much the same how she can cause then the knowing of damnation to come when we breathe our last breath.

Dad remains still quiet so I suspect he does not speak, as it was not Dad or me she was truly after, as she wants you, you being that perfectly healthy little girl and sister, daughter, doing everything she is asked, and putting forth her best for all!

Beware of strange a woman with piercing yellow eyes, as she is a devil seeking of souls devour. Her power is great, enough to take a person and make of them an animal. She wants those who are perfect of body, mind, and their spirit if she can corrupt them, doing so gains her another gold ring from her master. You would ask it, I can imagine your mind working, as why then would she, that weird woman want dad or me, we being far from perfect. Well we were easy prey for her, and she using us as she made of us, we being a leader to lead you astray.

They are calling now, the cows; I hear their low tone mooing. I need to return to what is the real me, come again, but be alert and careful, as coming by day is best, she, that woman rules the dark and during the night…, moo, yes I am coming dear ones!”

Standing next to Daddy, we each felt sad for Chuck, seeing, as he turned tail to us and meandered slowly back into the herd of cows. The stench of their dirty bodies kinked the nose of a young girl as Daddy being as much an animal breathed deeply and snorted as if the smell to him were something he had learned to enjoy. Brother Chuck became that bull he had read so often about in a compelling story, it dealing with someone unwillingly becoming a bull and for brutal reasons.

Delighted that Chuck was able to talk; he talked for a long while there by that fence until his cows began to wander away. He stopped talking, hearing the call to rejoin his herd, he felt the need, as like his mind changed back to being a bull; he followed his cowherd to wherever they wandered.

I can remember things so well the whole of our conversing that afternoon is constantly a part of my memories. Since then we have not had the chance to talk again, but when riding Daddy, ah…, Brian along the river road, we can see Chuck being what he wanted, and what he thought as so doing would be fun, if he could be as is a bull.

If ever the thought came to mind, but looking at Chuck, he stands as one feeling majestic, his two ear tags not withstanding, he is as might a young man wishing to be the king of his world.

I once a week ride Daddy along that gravel road, and seated high on his back offer the better views of the pasture holding Chuck and his herd from wandering. Seeing him as he is not noticing us by the fence and looking, what he does with being near the rumps of cows is disgusting! He acts more each time we see him as if he were born a bull, decidedly doing what is necessary for him to control and keep the cows of his herd as content if happy.

Sincerely concerned,

Sharon

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Some weeks later arrived a letter postmarked from a small town in the northern regions of the Canadian Yukon territory arrived in the morning mail addressed to Sharon Holt. Sharon opened the letter, wondering from whom would write to her, she stood stunned to read…

“Dearest Sharon,

I received you last letter written to me, and feel a great sadness for what became of Chuck, but have no apprehension for what she did to your father.

Chuck, she entrapped by using here dark spirits, they can do nothing directly to a person, but can alter the occurrences around to guide a mind to think and do then things sinful. Your bother was such a person, and from his turning toward thinking lustfully about life, she made of him the bull he thought by her dark spirits to be as if a fun life.

Your father, now he as your pet horse belonging to you, was always seeking things lustful from his days when in college. He was an immodest man, and did much to darken his soul even before he met and married your mother. The changing of him to become a horse and a breeding stud is providential. He will live as long a life as he might if still human, and should by being his animal self remain hearty, virile, and looking as if continually young.

As of our mutual adversary, she I learned is a consort, or companion to a great Demon in the host belonging to Zepar. She is a dangerous creature, and like what she did to your brother, she has done the same to hundreds of men, and or women.

You need during you lifetime to come and remain constantly on alert and aware of anything appearing to you as dealing with lust or passion unabated.

Friends of your acquaintance, Kevin and Kyle Rooste for example are presently feeling the riggers of what this evil woman can do; she has them both near to becoming as her newest pair of doomed male humans. Beware too of Abe, Adobrian Fatenbrugher your neighbor, as another of your enticed friends, Melissa, as well indoctrinated him.

Melissa coaxed Abe to leave his friends; his last they saw of him was with her standing the top of the stairway and with his evil grin, he looking down on those his senior high school class men. Expecting his fortune with Melissa as too good to be true, he went with her into a bedroom full of dark spirits.

That room, as had then others before him entered into it being pitch black without a light on at all!

Once he had entered and standing in the blackness, sudden from behind the door reached a fuzzy hand grabbed his arm and flung him spread-eagle out onto the bed. He could but give a short scream of fear as then made silent by Melissa, she from her passions and the devil woman, became then and is still very much an alluring sensual Satiric creature. Her ideals have changed, she is not the sweet person you knew and went to school with for the past few years.

Although you remain young, Melissa being really as the same age too, is now much like a more mature aged woman, but by the Devil woman, she, Melissa is part animal too!

It is a tangled web woven about you to capture a good and free spirit such as is with in you. You are as a great quest of prey to the dark spirits; it began with the family to which you were born, and from your upbringing to where you are now. As Chuck warned, you must beware of those who would seek to allure you into perverse places or situations.

Abe there with then the more animalistic Melissa doing to him what he as a young man might think is for fun, he found it difficult to breathe, her odor when aroused. Unable to breath through his nose, he pinched it shut and closed his mouth, holding his breath as if then to try and run, get away from Melissa, but he failed.

Abe, his arms flaying about in panic and disgust it was only a few moments before it was over.

Melissa got up knowing that only a very few could have this happen to them, and still get up and walk away. Kyle was not one of those lucky ones either, as he was feeling his manliness tempted too!

As each made a soft moan from their moment of extreme passion, it was Melissa leaning over and with her blackened lips informed then her prey, he was on his way to a new life and the feel of wild ragging awareness. She with her trained and nimble finger quickly worked to remove the then binding clothing from her victim. She, Melissa is what some would say is a Satyress, she strong of will and filled with desire watched Kyle struggle, but to no avail, he became as was the plan then of those dark spirits.

Wide eyed and still gagging, your friend Abe too laid then during his time with Melissa, his arms while flayed in the air grew forth a pelt of fur. His entire body became fur covered, as then his physical form did change accordingly to the plans they had and for him to be an allurement to you.

To you I write a letter done for so few, as few are ever as nice a person as are you.

Do be wary of meeting soon a pretty, as well dappled gray and black pony, it is a stallion with mental ideas about you. The pony is what Melissa made of friend Abe. It was his fantasy delight when reading to sit and dream, wish that h e too could be as, and live the life with the physical form of a pony stallion. He means to make you want and to toy with him in strange and perverse ways.

Kyle is as well a threat, he since his meeting with Melissa walks the earth as an Old English sheep dog, his human wits intact, he looks to allure women, any, and all female humans to be a pet to him.

Either of these, or of Chuck and your own father, Brian your stallion horse, they given a promise, if able to help in alluring you to be perverse in any manner; they could win back their humanity.

Do be on the watch for those looking to bring you harm,

Santa”

Sharon sat there with the long letter, she feeling angry, began to dislike animal friends, be they animals or people who would wish to be as animals!

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Part Two: "Unexpected"

Sharon kept her letter from Santa, a rare thing to be sure when jolly Saint Nicholas would have a needy concern to write a reply letter to one of his many constituents. His warning was what she already expected or knew that some dark power was at work in her life. Never a thought had she that her dear Dad would wish to allure her to do anything improper, no matter what the promise.

Her brother Chuck was never close to winning sainthood, he a boy at heart, thought mostly with his gut instincts and as well with things below his guts. She liked Chuck a lot, but once he was as a bull and in his pasture, to her ideals it was as if he were on a trip away from home. Even when he was a human and her brother, they did very little together. His woeful wish to become a bull was about his mental speed, in her opinion!

As of she riding her Daddy, he being now as Brian her saddle horse, they would ride out and often stop to see, watch, and she to note, saw then Chuck in his bare-naked bovine bestial self. She decided he had found his desired place in life; she would not write Santa and ask for a favor to return her brother, it seemed best to leave him there in his pasture with his cows. She had seen enough of what he did by being a bull, his brutish ways, he sniffing the air to snatch the scent of a cow. Watching from atop her saddled mount, Sharon would see as Chuck approached some of the cows. He then reached his head forward and those great nostrils ever so close to any a usually, filth coated rump, as he would then take a sniff of it.

She shivered with disgust when watching Chuck, his bovine manners being less than the moral teaching she got in Sunday school. Holding her hands to cover her face and eyes, she would peak anyway, seeing Chuck as after he took a inhaled breath of a cow scent, he would begin to salivate, having long strings of green bovine saliva seething past his lips.

The cow would stop her walking, standing stiff as if becoming a furry statue, she waiting for what next her bull would do. Chuck saw her stance as if an agreed consent as he then approached a half-stride closer to the cow, his muzzle just inches from touching her rump. Then he licked the cow, his long and black tongue surging out his mouth, he gave the cow and her rump a long slurp.

The purely animalistic actions done by Chuck helped Sharon to come to terms with what he became and as to the reason why. She felt such sadness for Chuck as well for her horse as they did about the same when interested in a female of their desire. She knew as of what he had licked and of the why, even if the cow rump had plastered to it there the ruminants of her last bowel movement, all dried and caked to her rump. Chuck did not one slurp, but a couple of long swiping, cleaning licks. This ritual completed, it was time to prepare the cow for the next phase in his daily duty that of keeping the cowherd as contented cows.

Mooing, that monotone voice Chuck had when human carried over to his being as a bull, he bellowed his next intention to the cow and her friends standing nearby.

Brain would whinny his fatherly warning to Sharon, as much moral still in him while immoral when feeling the urge and call to act and do as would a stallion. He the father is looking out for the best interests of his dear daughter, he suggesting she look away at that improper a moment. Sharon heeded her fatherly warning, half turned her head away with one eye closed, she peeked with the other eye and watched as Chuck then bull stood there behind a cow and became aroused.

Nasal information coupled with the delicate flavor of his cow, Chuck hefted the bulk bull body up and against the cow rump. He using her to help brace his stance, sauntered up and over her rear quarters, as all the while from his male member continued to arouse to its full length.

A dad and horse felt his daughter shiver, knowing she was watching what she should not, and he would turn around and force her to look away. Decidedly, he as did she knew she should not see Chuck, he doing as would a bull inched forward until it sunk then his shaft into the cow in one swift and brutal surge forward.

Sharon knowing from the grunts of a bull stretching to gain satisfaction, and of a cow mooing, her tone being that of liking and disliking her situation. “Oh daddy, not much thought between a cow and her bull as to the sensations or the passions that brought them together.” Sharon said, her insight that of someone older than her. This seen by young Sharon was enough of a motivation for her to begin forgetting she ever had an older brother. Many a night she would wake, and there in her bed, the weather outside mattering not, but she covered in sweat, dreaming again of the vivid memories she had of what her brother turned bull did, and seemed to find it to his liking.

As with the passing of time and the new things to take the attention of a growing girl, what was her brother became more as a bother to remember Chuck at all. Sharon had still he who once was her dad, he then changed, became ultimately as her pet horse and mount. Mounting was all part of the deal in selling the idea to keep Brian to her mother and her giving the horse to the remaining child as a present. Brian had by contract and his choice too, the need to return to the Killingsworth family farm. Stallion stout and virile he went there each April and again later, as toward the fall season; he expected to unite with wanting mares, they breeding in an aid to the renewing of equines.

So much would Brian wish to tell his dear daughter, that if he had a way, he telling as of why and what behooved him so greatly to like his being as, and living the lifestyle of a stallion. Although his manner of courtship between stallion and mare were somewhat more of the gentile at the beginning, the actual moment of contact was just as lustily violent as was what Chuck did to any a cow. Even more than what Chuck would insert, the stallion would, mattering as to the height and size of the mare he would so mate, he might sink his full length in past the vulva. A rough one to get to mate, a draft horse mare wanted it all from Brian; he sunk so deep his sheath began entering into the mare.

Most of this tomfoolery Brian did, young Sharon did not wait around to see it happen; she felt her father and dad would prefer some privacy at such times. She always thinking of the other person and working her priorities in concordance to the wants and needs of others, made Sharon look the part of an angel to just about everybody.

Just about everybody, but not the woman who sought her soul, she a witch so evil the light itself, could not escape her, but would get pulled into her, it added to her powers over men and the physical laws of nature. Unnamed, or with a demonic name so unholy that what no man alive could pronounce it, she was a true unholy terror. Spiteful of every male human, she found it enjoyable to tickle, taunt, and transform them, adding to her array their immortal souls, as she worked hard to gain the souls of the heirs, men, women, even children.

Sharon lived then on what one might consider as a small farm, but not a working farm. The only farm animal there was her horse, and he found his widen range of pasture a thing of delight. Room to run, to gallop, to trot and do about what he pleased with one exception, he felt great sense of loneliness. Imagine a stallion forced to live alone, to him were the few weeks of wild sensual rampaging at the Killingsworth farm was great, but he wished for it to happen more often, daily would be nice!

That She-Witch felt angered by Sharon being respectful of and to her elders, so much, so that even her horse had a sense of inner woe, he remembering to when he knew pride for such a daughter. As the witch would have it, the animal and horse portion of what was and was still a loving father, often caused his humiliation when in the presence of Sharon. The witch tried to use his monstrous penis to fascinate Sharon, if by prodding her to use a soft hand, giving then to an adoringly stroke of the maleness of her horse and father.

Oh stroking it she did when he returned from his romping times at the stud farm, she cleaning it of scaled dried slime and the encrustations it had on it, using warm water and a mild soap. Once cleaned, she would douse the penal skin with oil, smoothing it and soothing him, as occasionally he would return home with it chaffed.

Unable to get Sharon to budge away from thinking any immorality, the She-Witch began to assault a good friend of Sharon, she known as by her Christian name of Victoria, or Vicky. Vicky was an adopted child, born and orphaned by a mother on the doorstep of a firehouse; she had loose morals and little respect for those older and wiser than she did. Living further apart since the purchase of the ranch, a few times each year Vicky came for a visit. She would stay a couple of days, sleeping in the same room with Sharon; they would go to bed and chatter like Magpies until midnight.

Vicky felt the aura of power coming from that witch, as if during her times of visiting Sharon, she had more a desire for the horse than of her girlfriend. Whenever Vicky came near to the horse she would like smoothing her hands over his muscular flesh, Brian liking it became affectionate for having her do it often. She began to marvel about the very attentive animal, how it followed Sharon like would a puppy dog, but being protective of her at any dangerous places or unsafe situations.

The sensation obsession with Vicky and her love of Brian the stallion came to a crossroads one night when visiting the ranch. Vicky waited until she thought Sharon was asleep; she got up out her bed, dressed, and went out of the house and to the stables. Her entrance into the stable alerted Brian, as he then clamored to a standing position and stood eying the visitor. He could not talk as did his bovine son, but that did not mean he was anywhere as ignorant as is his son. He had lived the life of a working married man for seventeen years when the She-Witch coaxed him into finding sensual gratification from want and a personal lust for horses, stallions in general. When the time was right to her plans, she came to a perverse dad and made of him what he felt later on as the true essence of a horses’ ass.

For many, degenerate and corruption comes on slowly, the mental attitude toward the opposite gender that the witch and they like her, work diligently to make such irreverence flourish. To some it is easy, as what became of a loving dad and what of his errors shown to his son, sent Chuck as well to live on the wrong side of the fence. Vicky was not much better than they were, or worse than was Chuck when he accepted the offering.

Vicky wanted to try about everything set before her by that She-Witch, and why not, if she made a mess of things her sweet, loving adopting parents made good on the damages. This outing began something her parents would not know how to handle. Vicky was dealing with dark forces, so black in their hate and wrongdoing, if a person could see them, was more than enough to cause most people to faint and or die.

Vicky having entered the stables, she saw the horse Brian, he standing and as well eying her as she him. He had a higher view, as Vicky needed to enter his stall to see him better as wanting to fondle, and toy with something she loved to see, it was her greatest fantasy wish to touch it and feel the power it held. To Vicky and her perverse ideas of what was fun in life, she had often talked and fantasized about what would give her the bigger thrill than of any a manly man. Had it not that this horse was firstly a human, a man, a father, and then became a stallion, he might have taken offense, becoming scared, and trampled Vicky into the straw covered floor.

What is moral to people is not a practiced by animals in general, as well of they who find themselves as transformed like was Brian. He had accepted the form of becoming a horse quite easily, letting slip away most of his human morality, such was not expected of an animal, horse, stallion and a stud sire. Brian knew well how to be beastly whenever the times felt righteous; he then began acting wholly immoral to what he learned when human. Yet, after his stud’s deed once done, he would return to his loving demeanor, to some sense of his old reality, all this for the love for his daughter.

There in the dim light provided from one lit bulb on the stable ceiling, it offered light for eyes to look lustfully at what the horse and stallion would rarely turn, allowing Vicky her try to see.

Brian then felt the shivering scared hands reach under him and grasp roughly at his maleness. He sidestepped her brash act, while keeping from her what was his and only his, that sheath and what it held, he tried to keep it from the hands of a teenage girl. This angered Vicky, she swore at the horse for him not being obliging, or delighted by her wanting to touch, arouse and stroke his treasured organ.

Angry and yelling at the horse did nothing to make Brian become cooperative, he knew what the girl said and wanted, but she not of legal age yet to know right from wrong; as if age as much to do with such attaining of knowledge. Brian cut loose his answer to Vicky trying to allure him into letting her do something she might later regret, he took a deep inhaled breath and cut loose such a loud whinny, he awoke both Sharon and her mother.

Therefore, moments later when the lights inside the house were as turned on and all awake moved about; Sharon came running then to the stables. She entering the stables knew well to turn on the lights, and saw there then Vicky in the box stall with a wild-eyed father and horse.

Asking Vicky of what she was doing, Sharon received a very direct answer, as the orphaned and adopted girl felt no attachments to anyone, she did whatever thought would be neat, nice, or a thrill. Her one great thrill was of getting close to a stallion horse and seeing if as well touching, appreciating what the stallion had as his sex tool. She was allured to fondle and touch those large testicles; she called them his balls, and of how a horse is to her, the essence of what is sexual and sensual. That is when Vicky beckoned of Sharon to come close then as Brian hearing her lustful passions felt his part in the wicked plan to coax his dear daughter to act wrongful.

A weak moment in his fatherly love of a wonderfully perfect daughter, she the resolve to help him retain his mental smarts while living the life of an animal and a horse. Mistaken in judgment, Brian became aroused and quite then gained an erection, standing then with his eyes closed, he held in his mind the want for soft hands to touch and stroke him into a delightful climax.

Sharon screamed at them both, she arguing with Vicky of her foolish and wicked ideas, but then in the heightened frustrations of the moment Sharon addressed her horse as being her Father. She felt he was aiding the perversity of her friend, and having said too much, the reality of the situation became a cauldron! Vicky stood stunned at the thought of a grown man somehow then changed, becoming an animal, a horse and this stallion. As if the horse having been once a man, he in her eyes was still manly, the act of wanting him then as a playmate and even in time a lover seemed then highly righteous to Vicky.

A cold wind told of the coming, that powerful witch was seeing her time as right to spring on Sharon a trap, planning when finished to own her as she had with so many others.

Every one of the three there in the stable all felt the strange wintry blast of bone-chilling cold as it whooshed into the stables from outside. The lights flickered and then all went out, leaving the stables as black as the heart of the witch. She appeared to them, surrounded by an orange glow, her luster given to her by her master.

Hands rose above her head, the She-Witch eyed the three, and looking to he who she courted early on, ordered then the horse to speak, giving him the ability then to tell of his deep inner feelings. Brian then spoke, talking as would a loving father to his dear daughter. His words were what he long since wanted to say, but was cut short by the witch, she inspiring in him his animal lust. Witch as did horse and father knew the delight he felt when his shaft was worked deep within the vulva of a mare. As focused by her to dwell on those wild times with his words, Sharon screamed her disdain for what he said and how brutally vile he stated himself.

Sharon wanted to here none of his stallion delights put into words, and screamed at her father to stop; Vicky then begged him to continue. Looking with surprise at whom she thought was a good friend, Sharon was about to say something when the witch stepped between Sharon and Vicky.

Blocked from seeing Vicky, but able to see her still aroused father and stallion horse sporting then a fully flared erection, she heard Vicky moan as if she just had an orgasm.

Unable to push aside the powerful witch and see then her friend, until the witch stepped away, Sharon looked down on Vicky, she having fallen to kneeling there near the swelled equine shaft. Sharon stunned and saying the name of her friend while in total disbelief of what she saw; Vicky looked first up at Sharon and then to the witch, expressing to the evil being her personal thanks.

Vicky came there wearing her silky nightgown and slippers, but when the witch stepped away from having covered her, Vicky was then naked. Naked of clothing, but not naked, she like the horse she loved and liked to pet was as he, having horse hide and being hairy from face to her feet. Hairy, her human black hair had become as a mane, beginning atop her head as where she then had ears, pointed and furred, the mane ran along the back of her neck to stop at her shoulders. She looking up at Sharon and did smile, holding up and out her then hairy hands and blackened, cube shaped fingernails, they the likely early beginnings of when she would have them as he fore hoofs.

Thankful to the witch for making her body more sensual and thrilling, Vicky wanted Sharon to give her a hug, as much ignoring her changes, and as if to wickedly agree with her that being changed into an animal was for her a true good.

Sharon stood there not coming to Vicky or wishing even to give her a send off hug.

Seeing her friend as not willing yet to come to her and maybe even to join her in becoming a filly someday, Vicky stood up, spread her stance and leaning over, she pointed her hand to where she expected was her furry coated vaginal opening. She looking then down was about to finger her vaginal lips, but what she touched there were two nipples, teats to her soon having an equine mare udder.

The witch saw the time was right and with a snap of her fingers, she thought to taunt Vicky more with some changing, in hope Sharon taking pity. When Vicky felt a stinging pain in her lower back, a changed girl felt something her mind and imagination suggested would be drastic if it happened, and was real. She swung one arm around to let a furry hand feel of the spot, only to discover erupting out of spine and rump was a tail, a whisking, flogging brush of a ponies’ tail, something to give varied protection for her very personal mare parts. To be all furry was something she might explain to friends, but with pointed ears, a mane, a tail, and loosing her breasts to gain an udder and two teats, all of that would make her a freak!

Looking at a body changed and likely feeling her fantasy as becoming too real, she began to worry, knowing the witch had the powers to make a true and complete animal of her. Vicky looked over at the witch and asked her, pleading in a fashion not go any further with changing her form. Asking or demanding by the prey to this witch pleased her more, but made no difference as of all those she had ever changed, the witch never wasted her time or power to change any back, was then properly doomed.

She stared at Vicky, her bright yellow eyes as if flames peered into the mind of the then eighteen-year old girl. Vicky was soon begin her last year of high school learned the harsh facts concerning her big plans and ideas what to do after she would graduate would be impossible if she become as is a pony. A demonic witch liked to leave a person feeling dread, with an ever-growing fear of what was forever lost; Vicky realizing she should soon be but just another pretty pony mare.

Sharon knew right and wrong, and she, saw then Vicky as not a friend, but a traitor. The girl she knew and felt affection for was too far-gone to save. Sharon turned round, and with a quick look at her dad, but not at the witch, and she walked out of the stables.

The witch could not corrupt Sharon with an evil thought or of a vile intention. Unable to even touch or stop Sharon from leaving the stables, and her plans all spoiled of gaining new prey, this left a powerful woman spited. Angered by Sharon defeating her plans, the witch then hearing Vicky begin to whine as she would to nag the witch, insisting she did her part, her utmost, and wanted not to become some stupid animal. The plot and a reward of wild fuzzy fun for the rest of summer made Vicky willing to sell Sharon into devilish bondage, but having failed, the witch wanted no witnesses, or at least none that could talk. Turning toward Vicky, the girl realized then she was of soon to get a lot more granted to her than what she first wanted, a fun summer as some sensual fuzzy form.

No person ever changed by the witch became wholly ignorant of their predicament, to do so would then fail in giving those changed the horrid fear of life and of their future. That essence of such fears gave the witch more power, and she hearing what Vicky said, almost as if she demanded, the She-Witch turned her powers upon the failure standing before her, and began to complete what she started.

Moaning, Vicky turned and looked to Brian, she wanted to say something but in a try, all she could muster out was a shrill whinny. She began to contort both skeletal and muscular, that which had not felt change began then in changing. Anguished because her sexy young form agreed with her, she looked forward to when with men of her choice she would learn wondrous pleasures. Those hopes faded quickly as her face extended into a muzzle, her neck gained in length, and where she had nice, very perky tits on her chest, they became instead as hardened muscle to help her forelegs to run.

The witch felt the heightened sense of dread and fear, hatred for her having ever made such a foolish deal, and of thinking, a witch to be trustworthy, Vicky wanted to cry but no tears came. Teal green eyes squinted, as then she feeling them change, becoming round and dark liquidly pools where behind them sat a learned mind quite ignorant in the patterns of living she would need to know for being then a pony.

Standing uprightly, became then to Vicky a problem, her sense of balance became uneasy, her body weight began to put new forces on her how she should need to stand. Changes racking her legs, as muscles changed, some had cramps, extremely painful, Vicky cried out in shrill squealed whinnies. Everything was becoming so different, she was so changed by then her adopting parents would not have know this was their little girl. She knew this, and began to take comfort she would never need to face them, seeing their pain of loss would mean more to her now after what she was going through.

Snapping of bone joints and sudden jerked taunt placement of muscles, the pony mare was taking shape. Hyperventilating from breathing so rapidly during and between the onslaught of her pains, Vicky watched in a sullen hopeless feeling seeing as her arms became her front legs, and fingernails, already turned black and cub-like, did fuse, and forming a single toe, a solid hoof from each hand.

The witch slowly closed her eyes, she smiling, knew her work as done, what might have been a telltale of her failure to win Sharon as a prize, would not speak of what she knew ever or to anybody. As she opened her eyes there stood Vicky, she changed, her body different, as something exceptionally foreign to its inhabitant, but stout and strong, healthy, a young champion looking animal.

What all Sharon said to her loving mother to explain all what she could have heard from being scared and remaining inside the house, nobody knows! The facts remained that come the morning sun rising in the east, their small stable had a new inhabitant, one pretty pony mare. A very intelligent pony, it had almost human concerns for its personal hygiene, Vicky did her crapping in a far corned of the stall. Her first ever meal made of raw cornel grains mixed and put into a plastic bucket for her to lick it out, and of a quartered bale of hay, part of this as her daily rations.

Quite uncoordinated at being a pony, the new Vicky lip nibbled at the hay net, and when having a halter snugged down over her head, she whinnied as if wearing it was part of her anguished feelings. She whinnied again to Sharon when the snap of a clipped rein attached to the steel ring of her head halter, a tug on it and she knew she should walk. Vicky followed obediently along side of Sharon walking, she taking her pony friend outside, and put her in the pasture with Brian, in hope her dad being a horse would help show his new stable-mate the art of grazing.

The witch never returned to try again; she had wasted too much valued time and her power with trying to foul Sharon. The family of four lived there on that small farm for many years, as Brian returned to the Killingsworth ranch periodically for giving his services. Vicky joined Brian when he went to the bigger ranch, she returning as very pregnant, the first time she returned to her new home found her near cross-eyed. Sharon saw her friend after the session of mating with and by a Dartmoor stallion, and thought that the wayward young girl learned quick and hard how it is to be as an animal!

The End