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A Halloween night made the old mansion a spooky place, perfect for playing tricks of gullible friends. Friends Mike, Stan went there to search for anything having value that they might sell to make them some needed money, they had a nasty habit what cost them a lot sum every week.

As they walked the old dirt road, Mike began talking about the recent as newest tall tale of some phantom black stallion parading about the front lawn of the mansion. When the two friends arrived at the tall iron gates what allowed people riding in fancy carriages as in later years using automobiles to enter the property, Stan being the stronger of the two, pushed aside one of the gates so they could gain entrance to the fenced property.

They did not wait to find out if the rumors were true of the black stallion being there on the mansion proper. The two friends ran from the front gates entrance to the front porch of the mansion. Both were winded and each looking at his friend saw a fellow as scared, they intimidated by the night and the mansion.

The ten foot tall front doors to the mansion were not locked, as not a living soul lived there, with the rare exception of someone seeing some varied odd animal roaming about the property. Stan gave a back kick to close the door behind him as it swung with remarkable ease and slammed shut. The whamming sound of the great door being tersely closed sent a rumbling sound of its sheer weight echoing the interior of the mansion. Mike turned to stare at Stan, as if for him to take care and not alert anyone of their being where they had no right to be.

"Shut up," was the usual comment said by Stan to the self-righteous Mike, as He reminded his partner in crime, that the mansion was vacant for some fifty years or more. They went together up the great staircase and down the odd circular hallway what led to the many second story bedrooms, bathrooms, and the really odd room what was a small library.

"Can you just imagine the crazy old man who built this place, wonder why he had the bedrooms built in a circle above the first floor?" asked Stan or Mike.

Mike gave a shrug as they continued to peek into one room lighting it with their flashlights, they checking for anything having some value. Their quest was one of sheer desperation, as the old mansion had seen many other people enter and take what was not theirs.

"Hey look here," said Stan, he having stuck his head inside the large linen closet, he finding there a box with wax candles, matches, and to his surprise, a steel safe.

Mike and Stan just stood there having wild hopes of gaining something from within the safe. The safe was specially set to the far rear of the linen closet. A flick of one match and one then two candles flickered to life offering an eerie yellow glow to the damp musty smelling room.

Stan began to fumble with the safe, he turning the combination tumbler.

"I can almost feel the combination tumblers falling into... place!" said Stan as with a dull and weighty clunk he swung back the two handles what unlatched the safe doors.

Mike looked at Stan with a satisfied grin, he was never as proud of his friend as he had some very special talents. As the safe doors were pulled open the boys heard the sound of a hefty suction released when the doors were swung open.

They expected maybe inside the safe was money, or jewels of untold wealth. What they saw was a black ebony wood box setting on the center shelf. Stan was quick to reach his greedy hands into the safe, and with a hefty grunting sound he did pick up the wooden box.

"Heck this thing weighs a ton!" said Stan.

Mike lit then two more candles to give them more illumination as to see better their grand find.

As the candles flickered the boys then opened the black box, seeing first a red felt lining and placed neatly in the middle of the box laid a miniature black Knight suited in armor and a black stallion for his mount. As then Stan looked at Mike, they each said aloud, "This must be worth something?"

"I don't know why but it looks like a piece from a big Chess set!" said Mike as he rubbed his hand over the very well carved metal figure. Stan looked back into the safe, leaning forward as down he spotted something else of interest. He reached in his hands and fingered, picked up a small thin black colored booklet.

As the candles flickered giving wavering lighting, Mike watched as Stan opened the booklet, as they saw then columns of names, dates, and varied happenings.

Stan plopped down on his royal flat butt and began to read the booklet aloud.

"Homer Rakin, Feb.28,1752, blessed with wealth. Scot Andrews, July 2, 1802, Billy-buck cursed. Martin Foley, September 28, 1852, lived on for a 100 years. Frank Wheats, March 14,1902, All the beer he wanted. November 7, 1952, Kenneth Leroy, Made a Duke.

_________________October ___ 2015, _________________________.

At the bottom of the page was written a date for that month and that year but no number as of which day. Below the unspecified date the written by hand with a quill ink pen the writing read as, "Make a wish you can live by!"

Mike began to smile. They being of their teenage years were both with imaginative youthful minds but without much experience in life. As both looked at the booklet seeing then the names and supposed wishes made, they had hopes of gaining a life of ease, as maybe richer than their wildest dreams.

"I'll wish for....!" started Mike, he being impetuous more than was Stan.

"No, if we make a wish, we do so together all for one, if say only one of us gains his wish as granted." said Stan, as Mike stood there clutching the Knight and horse figurine.

"Are you ready?" asked Mike.

"Yes, I think so, do we know what to ask for, we might need to be specific." said Stan.

"Finder's keeper's loser's weeper's, I always say," chided Mike.

"OK!" replied Stan, you start our wish, as he then looking at the Knight figurine thought he saw the eyes of the Knight and his horse begin to light up and twinkle.

"No we each speak our wishes together both at once so that we both get what the two of us want!" stated Mike.

They then began speaking his wish said together, their words blending into a montage:

"I Mike, and we Stan wish our wish that both can share gain and all the wealth we ever would need. We want for to grow and be strong ours bodies," as Stan and Mike then smiled one at the other. They then continued their rant-wishing, "We to enjoy long lifetimes, having no enemies, only friends and pets," Stan added as Mike scowled at his friend. "No harm shall befall us, we living our lives being safe and...," As Mike looked at Stan he winked, he continued their wish. "We being bold, sexually endowed with enlarged genitals, our penises changing becoming as equal to our desired tasks, we being great lovers of many females, of women, or ladies," As then Stan gave his best buddy a elbowed nudge, as he spoke, giving his thoughts to their mutual wishing. "Yes, all the females we ever want, we, Mike and I becoming as stud bucks together!"

Stan then smiled as the Knight seated on his mount did suddenly become fiery hot. As Mike holding the figurine, he yelling let out a yelp what trailed off to a short high pitched squeal.

The figurine got dropped to the floor, it landing upright on its base just as the room began to glow brighter, to make the friends standing beside his pal had the need to squint a look at the other.

The linen room walls began to fade as did the shelving there, the steel safe, and the knighted figurine. Stan and Mike felt very odd, as quite anxious. As they stood there looking around what was a room in the mansion, everything changed.

Each was amazed to see they were sent to a green pasture, they saw rolling hills, a forest of Dandelion flowers, and hundreds of sleek to scraggily looking goats all standing and looking at the two new visitors.

Mike looked at Stan, as a surprised Stan stood there looking at a gigantic herd of goats. Friend looking at his friend, the boys thought the other looked rather odd for some reason. They stood there and looked back at each his friend, as both simultaneously exclaimed their sensed conclusion of their wish, "Baa-naa, baa, baa, baa-naa...!"

Seemingly then from above them in the sunny as warm air they heard a voice speaking, as it said, "To you and yours is granted the wish of a lifetime. You were bold and thought to be wise, but like so many others who wished their wish, the more they asked for made them greedy and imprudent.

Yours you shall share mutual gains and all the wealth we ever would need. You have grown strong, become agile your bodies, as granted of enjoyable long lifetimes. You shall have no enemies, only friends and pets," As Mike scowled at his friend.

"No harm shall befall you, as on the contrary, you, your semen is highly infectious now, and any human coming in contact of it shall become as are you both. Being each as quite bold, are sexually endowed with larger genitals, your penises will change of length, girth and contour, becoming as equal to your desired tasks, making you as great lovers of any herd females, of women, or ladies, all the females you ever want becoming as stud bucks, as GOATS!

Mike will have an exceedingly long life for a Billy goat!

Stan will have the pleasures of a buck goat continually in the lurid state of rut.

You both wear horns, your safety in numbers without an enemy in the world, just avid lovers seeking you for sexual play and feeling the endowments from you infectious semen. As Stan directed in his wishing, you two are buck goats endowed with changeable penises, becoming as extra long, extra large, with insatiable sexual semen production to pleasure of doe goats, or females, such as silly women. Added to your wish by Stan and his unsaid imagining, of wanting to be constantly as surround by all the females he could ever wish to pleasure!

Stan, Mike you may greet your herd and harem of sexually lusty females. They like the two of you are marked as either black or brown, specifically colored to match their stud buck, Stan being brown as is Mike being black, each having as his harem the sum of five hundred horny goats to mate, pleasure, and breed more kids.

It is your granted wish what has made of you to being goats, as stud sires, and bucks together for many decades to come!"

Mike turned his head and cocking it to eye along his furry torso he saw his equally furry flanks. He tried to exclaim some thought only to hear himself bleat like would a goat. He felt strange, although he knew he had become a goat animal, the horridness of the idea held no concern or real worry. A feeling of being content engulfed Mike, he seeing then his goat tail wiggle, and then spied his buck goat size scrotum.

Mike bleated with a sense of surprise and pure wow as he ogled the size of his goat buck big balls. "Baa-naa...," Mike squealed feeling excited, as became aroused, he felt his goat cock stirring to emerge from its furred sheath.

Friend Stan stood there pondering the odd way his fiend Mike looked, as noted the size of those fury big balls, he spied then the arousal of a goat buck erection. Why then Stan was not sure of his wants but he felt the urge to walk up close to what was Mike and give a friendly sniff at his very red, as pencil narrow a new penis.

Mike felt the slight nudge of his stiffening cock by a warm something breathing on it, he turned his head to eye at what for some odd reason he knew the beast to be his friend Stan.

"Baa-naa...," Mike bleated at Stan, as with then wide eyes he saw his friend begin to lick at the erect cock. Wild sensations seemed to come as welcomed thrills given to Mike by Stan, both being large, mature buck goats, well endowed sexually, and each horny for his friend as they were for then their harem-herd of doe goats.

As then the bold voice from above began laughing, the humored sounds then faded until the only sound either boy bucks heard was the mild breeze rustling the leaves in the trees.

"Baa...," cried Stan to his friend Mike.

Mike being as much a goat like Stan except his fur color, he heard the uncalled-for cry as a pleaded thought, the wonderment of Stan about their having become as goats.

Mike then bleated toward Stan, as his bleating sound rattled around in the mind coming to mean then as if He, Stan should be like Mike, they content for what they were, as would remain permanently, both as buck goats and herd sires. The quelling words failed to calm a nervous as anxious acting Stan, so Mike thought it best to give his friend an example of their new abilities.

Horny and feeling happy, Mike pranced on his four legs, his cloven hoofs, and approached a grazing doe goat.

Stan remained where he was, he watching his friend, as knew what he would do.

Mike sniffed the furry rump of the grazing doe goat. The doe reacted kindly and she took a half stride step forward, spreading her hind legs to show her buck she was willing to mate. Her spicy scent bade Mike to lick her brown colored rubbery like vulva. Mike shook his head violently to try and rid his mouth the acrid flavor of a goat pussy, and try then to do what he thought he felt a dire need.

Almost doing it by instinct and not from the many episodes Mike had watched of National Geographic of wild goat being sexually graphic, he leaped using his fore-legs to boost him into a standing position over the rump of the happy doe. He then with a mindless effort did spear his cock tip into as inside those brown lips of rubbery doe goat sex.

"BAA...," cried Mike as the wealth of sensuality he felt engulfed his mind.

Mike saw friend Stan standing like a stunned statue, he with his mouth agape open, tongue lolling out the side. Stan having his own cock aroused and fully up, stiff and ready to go after a doe goat too.

Mike began to thrust his cock, the feel of it being highly sensual did him in his mind a terrible injustice, as after but three thrusts he ejaculated his load into the doe.

"Baa," yelped Mike as he pulled out of the doe, and fell to stand again on all fours.

"Baa...naa," Mike bleated again, as re-mounted the doe and spearing in his cock he began again his goat buck style of a mating ritual. Mike repeated his falling off as out from the doe several more times until he felt then satisfied sexually.

Mike looked then to see Stan mating with a doe goat of his own coloration. Happily, Mike turned his sexual attentions toward another doe of similar coloring to his fur. The new bucks had mutated fully to their bodies and the lifestyles of being buck goat, herd sires, and more than willing to have sex with any female, be it an animal or a human.

Chapter II

Meanwhile back at the mansion the booklet gained two new names had appeared, they were given a dating, and their specified fated futures being as stud-bucks.

A wish granted in its entirety, the Knight and his horse stepped back into the ebony box, as unseen hands slid the black box back into the safe, it to await the next person to find it and make a fated wish.

Two hours later, after Stan and Mike were swept away and removed from history, that same Halloween night and Carl, he known as a thief and a liar was driving his pickup truck along the rural dirt road what went past the old mansion property. It was a black moonless clouded night that was to tip the scales of justice and fate, but not to his favor.

A Halloween night had Carl driving along that tree lined, shaded dirt road, as he too planned to try and strike it rich from the Ligonier Estate. The old haunted mansion set nestled into the wooded forest just north of the town center. He had by daytime gone and cased, checked the property well enough, having seen there a large as handsome black stallion running free within the fenced property of the mansion.

Carl had heard various rumors suggesting the old mansion had inside it unfound wealth of jewels and money waiting to being found. He wishing to enter the property in an incognito style, he drove past the front entrance, and turned on a side road that skirted the mansion estate. His original plan was to enter from the rear of the farm property, as he turned his car and drove down a weed grown side road that abruptly came to an end at a river.

He drove his vehicle and looking up as out into the dark cloudy night he turned off his headlights not wishing to be noticed. This made the road surface as near black and his speed slowed as he tried to see his way.

Then from the blackness came a heavy thud to the driver side rear passenger door. He jammed on the brakes and sat there wondering what he had hit, or something had hit him. As he opened the car door his interior lights popped on. This offered a dim light onto the dirt roadway and he stepped out looking to the left side of his car. There he saw a dark figure of something or a person, he stood there looking as he wondered if they were alive.

Carl knelt down and tried to roll the dark as thickly fur covered figure over and face upward. He saw what he did not believe and stepped back to offer his car lights to let him see better. A moan from the form as pretty teal green eyes and an equally petite pretty female face glinted in the dull light. Carl knelt down again beside her, as he tried to ask her name and why she was way out there in the dark wearing her Halloween costume.

She only moaned again and raised her arm toward his face. She seemed to be dressed in a black furry suit, it skin tight, looking very reveling. As she raised her arm into the dim light, what Carl saw was not an arm but the fore-leg of a cow. Her appendage was the foreleg of an animal. Her hand was missing too, replaced by what he stared at was indeed a cloven hoof.

She moaned again, and then said plainly, "Beware the book, it was in the safe, the book, oh God help me, you beware that book, Mah...roo!" She lay there as her eyes grew wider, as rounding. He watched as her face began to disfigure, it melted and reformed in the same instant. Her lovely face then became the square boney skull of one black cow. He watched as her body began to jerk about as if some force was working over her entire body.

Carl took a second step back as the figure there before him struggled to stand on all fours as any cow should. Then the cow reached her head toward him, she wanting to give him a loving lip nibble, tried to grope at his noticed aroused maleness tenting the front of his pants. Her cow thick lips nipped at him, as made Carl jump back, he bumping his butt into the car door, what slammed then closed. He looked back at his car and to his dismay the doors had relocked, with the car engine still operating.

Suddenly he found himself rethinking his idea about what he came there to find and steal; he being face to face with a girl of who became as totally transformed, she becoming a black heifer. As the young cow turned away from her loving groping at Carl, she began tending to her life guided by new instincts. She began to graze by the side of his car, her bony tail swishing across her wide open anus, and what set below it was her black leathery like vulva and her cow twat.

She having lip-nibbled at his aroused male member, as if from their touching moment, he, Carl felt the urge to finger down his zipper, remove his erect penis from its confines and then for him to fuck the cow. He stopped just short of pushing his cock intop the heifer cunt. As Carl wondered as to what the girl had said, as of him to beware about some book.

Knowing then a reason for worry, he tried to ignore then the girl and her fated change into being a cow. With his car motor still running, Carl walked away into the dark night, leaving what he could not fathom of how or what had happened, he turned to look in the direction of the old mansion and its several barns. He thought about the girl changed into being a heifer, it all made him shiver. He wondered though, having seen as her mind changed, conforming into the mindset for her being a bovine cow, she seemed as if content from having become a cow.

A flash of distant lightning offered Carl a quick view in the darkness of the sinister looking building belonging to the Ligonier Estate. The old mansion was rumored of it being as still the haunts of old man Ligonier, and of his strange abilities. Carl knew of many weird stories told to him about foolish thieves lured to the mansion by suggestions of riches buried somewhere on the grounds. He was there because of greed and the gain of easy money. Some of those who Carl knew who had gone to case the mansion and its seven barns failed to return back to town and report their findings.

Seemingly similar to what was happening that night to Carl had occurred then to his buddy friend. Bill Mason said he planned to check out the mansion property about a year ago, as well during the month of October. The local sheriff found what Bill drove to the old dirt road, he parking it just east of the mansion main gates.

As Carl continued his trudging walk toward the large white painted barn, he pondered about his friend Bill and what might have been his fate from having come to the Ligonier estate. The sheriff found no trace of Bill, no body found, the town authorities would not post any warning signs at the mansion front gates, although there was a short warning posted in the weekly newspaper, as it made mention of Bill being as a missing person.

Carl turned and looked back to where he heard the heifer lowing as if complaining about her changed physical state and the way she would need to live her beastly style of life. "Her too," Carl thought, as whoever she was as a human she having had become as just another missing person.

Although much of what Carl had heard of about rumors told of the old mansion, someone held the tile to it, and kept paying the yearly taxes.

A begrudged look back at his car, he could so faintly hear its motor running, the doors locked, and hearing an occasional moo out in the darkness instilled in him a horrible feeling that there were others like that young woman roaming the estate property.

Carl stood for a long minute, he listening to hear the heifer moos. The thought of how she changed and to what she became as a black furred young cow, reacted in him with a personal wish to go and mate with her, as hope to become like her, but he being then as a bull.

Standing there knee deep in tall grasses, Carl could not deny the miracle transformation he had witnessed, but felt his reason then for him going to the mansion was to try and help or keep someone else from making the mistake done by the girl-cow. He realized the dangerous reality there looming about around the estate property, the barns or the mansion, as he felt like he was as another fool going there.

Slowly he walked through the cold rain, striding along up the hill to where he happened to meet a curving cobblestone paved walkway, it leading up to the rear lower level of the large white painted barn.

Carl was not yet to the cattle corrals or nearer to the livestock loading chute, when from inside the barn he heard a blood curdling scream. It was the voice of a man screaming from terror. Even before Carl could begin to run toward where he heard someone scream, a dark figure staggered from beneath the huge barn. Carl stood very still, he not breathing he felt so scared. He watched as the dark shadowy figure staggering his steps, came closer, he too walking the cobblestone path leading from the barn corrals to the open pastures beyond.

Carl watched with great apprehension feelings as the dark shape stopped, and staggered twice before he fell, he collapsed to the ground.

Rushing urgently to give what aid he could, Carl knelt on one knee by the manly figure. As from high above was beaming down the rear side of the barn the light coming from an aging mercury vapor security light still operating. As Carl rolled the very muscular manly figure to being face up. The man had a face looking similar to the girl-cow he had met and watched as she changed completely to her being a heifer animal.

"Who are you," Carl asked of the man.

"Me, it was because of my daughter..., she saw, was touched, oh god no..., my Rebecca!" The man said, as he acted like he was near to dying.

"Your daughter, she I might have met a while ago, was she becoming a black furred heifer?" Carl asked of the scared man.

"She was my Rebecca, and yes, oh what a sad day for her to become, ah a heifer. Damn him, damn those stupid friends of hers," the man said, his eyes rolling in their sockets, he snorting as his face began to look darker yet. Carl watched being helpless to stop what was happening to the man, he saw as the fellow his face was becoming covered by black fur.

"You are changing to looking very much like what has happened to Rebecca." Carl told the man, as the manly figure was another person on a fast track to becoming another black furry bovine. As did his ears bloom larger, they protruding from the sides of a squared skull head, but had still a quite human face. Human enough for Carl to ask more questions as of what happened. The man stammered his worded replies, as Carl received similar responses about a closet, a safe, a black box, a knight on his horse figurine and of a demon to beware. Yet the man spoke as said more, he having watched someone named Ruth speak a rude remark about his daughter, having said of Rebecca that she was as dumb as a cow, maybe a Black Angus breed of cow. No sooner spoken, the knighted figurine began to glow as did the breed changes started. She became scared from seeing how Rebecca began to change of form.

Ruth ran out of the room, down the hallway, down the stairway to the first floor of the mansion. He watched as this girl Ruth ran to the large white painted barn, as she entered it through the front facing barn doors.

The man could not stop or help his changing daughter, he told her to stay put while he planned to chase after her friend Ruth.

When he, the sad as changing man said he entered the white barn he heard a horrible sounding scream come from below him, as if from a lower lever, a basement to the great barn. He told of his discovering a stairway leading down to the base level of the barn. As once there he bumped into Ruth, she screaming, was horrified, being stripped naked and covered head to feet by a thickening pelt of black fur, fur very similar to what he had seen sprouting all over his Rebecca.

Ruth would not answer any questions posed to her; she patting her hands at her furry body, she grabbing at her groin felt there a black furred udder, it having four teats.

The man was as well changing, from what Carl saw the man looked like he as becoming a Angus bull. He spoke about what he wanted to do to Ruth, because she was changing, he began laughing hysterically as if the situation was funny somehow.

Carl began to laugh. Saw the man beginning to grow greater muscular bulk added to his bodily self. As he and Carl were laughing, from inside the barn a deep rather baritone sounding voice said quite loudly, "Ah huh, and I feel another foolish human in about to pay me a visit."

Just about then the man began to cough as he was laughing. He took in ever deeper inhaled breaths causing his bovine muscular chest to protrude. He was transforming there before Carl, the man changing to a bestial form. As if seemingly elated with pride for his transforming self, the changing man reached his hands to begin fondling at his belly mounted sheath and what lay nestled inside it.

The laughing faded to common sounds only a bull can make. As a after-thought and while realizing he was changing his last bit of transforming to a new species, the man, calmed his acting as if elated of self. Progressively, his face changed, and in just twenty more minutes, what was a man became a yearling sized bull, he rising to stand on all fours then sauntered off as a bull. He began sniffing the night air like he was looking for Ruth or maybe his heifer-cow daughter Rebecca.

Carl stood up, and by chance happened to see there in a rainy puddle the man had removed his tight as uncomfortable clothing, he dropped his wallet. Carl picked up the wallet, checking primarily for I.D. he found there money, hundreds of dollars the man having become as a bull then had not any need to own. Greed took the heart, mind, and soul of Carl, for if this guy had so much money, maybe those who came there to the mansion and fell prey to some similar perverse fates, their need for any money would make Carl all the richer.

So like those led there for finding easy money, Carl went forward, retracing the path of the bull-man, he walking through the patio and some French-glass doors. As once inside and out of the rain, the mansion had inside it an eerie greenish glow, something like devilish Saint Elmo's fire what clung to the mast of sailing ships during great storms!

Walking from one room to another, Carl trying his best to be as quiet as was possible, the oak plank floor giving off an occasional creaking due to the weight of a man standing or walking. He heard then another anguished sounding moan, then another, a giggle and then another giggle. A womanly voice, it coming from what was in olden days called a water closet, (Bathroom).

Carl cautiously stepped very slowly and coming close to the door, he opened it, and stood then nose to nose with a charming face. A pretty as teenage a face, and it part of a furry, as passionate acting lust form and sex minded creature.

The greenish glow emanating from the damp walls of the mansion, Carl found his self standing before a naked sexy figure. She struck quite a female figure, a hefty endowed chest with furred perky breasts, the nipples aroused as puckered. He eyed down her form seeing one sleek sexy woman, she being naked but her body covered with a silky sheen of smooth body fur. She remained much the womanly of form, her breasts as perfection beyond any ever seen by Carl had seen during a Playboy movie loaned from his elder brother.

Carl took a step back, as wanting to stand away from being so close to her, he gained then the chance to give her a wary looking. She seemed delighted he was there, as if his coming were what she wanted. As Carl gawked at her seeing a nice if furry of body, sleek and large chest, slim waist feminine half animal creature, he became as a male aroused.

As Carl eyed this lusty female he began looking down toward where he expected to see a rather animalistic fur surrounded pussy. What he saw was more than he had imagined, seeing was to him as inviting. This animal-woman had equine thighs and everything about her below the waist was like to that like a muscular pony.

She eyed Carl as well, she licking her lips, was anticipating some sex orientated frolicking, and stood there gawking at him. She was thinking about Carl as a male for her purpose and desire. Carl just stood there looking as she was swishing and flicking her thick coarse haired tail. The rustling sound of her tail made was accentuating in Carl his want to getting under her tail. It happened then that she asked Carl if he were wishing he was capable to satisfy her. She was a sex crazy were-pony mare and Carl was not her first male dupe that Halloween day or night. If she had her way with Carl, they would quite soon be getting together for a night of feral enchantment.

She then reached a hand south to pluck with her fingers at the twin teats to her pony mare udder. She wiggling the teats on her equine udder to further entice her victim, as Carl stood looking like a deer mesmerized by the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

The were-mare stood there flicking her tail all the harsher, she smiling, using what she had as still a pretty human face. She continued her intrigue by using a hand took hold of Carl by his belt buckle and began tugging at him to step closer to her.

"Who are you, or were you when first you came inside this haunted mansion?" Carl asked as he felt his penis stiffened to a fully aroused state. The voluptuous female pony creature was becoming to him as quite attractive. He knew what she wanted from him, and he was beginning to think his becoming her stallion might be great fun.

"Me," she slyly replied, "Did you meet my sister and daddy somewhere outside? I bet you met Ruth too, lucky girls, they talked so much about wanting to feel big and long cocks stuck up their vaginas, I arranged their thought patterns to make them say what they wished for most from life. I let daddy see how his daughter thought would be great sensual fun, she liking the color of black I helped her decide about becoming as is a Black Angus heifer.

Daddy stood and watched dear sister as her legs changed and those nice big tits drooped, withered, and reappeared between her animal hind like legs. He watched as Ruth began her changing into a heifer form. I coaxed her to think of being a sister to my Angus heifer sister, and when she matured to being a cow she should relish the feel of a bull cock rammed up inside her leathery weathered cunt.

It was easy to coax that middle aged man who was our dad. He was and is a sexist male with an oversexed attitude about his daughters and women in general for being there to service his needs and weird fantasies. Ruth came on to daddy, she letting him fondle her furred udder, feeling her teats and making the old man to swoon. Ruth got daddy all wound up inside to want as try and mate with her as if he were a bull and she were a cow. The more and harder he tried to get his penis into Ruth, I handed him the black knight figurine.

He was so busy with Ruth, he paid no attention to what I suggested he say as made a wish. If not then Ruth, my horny sister, his daughter could entice dad as he began to change, he got furry and ever so horny.

Beware of what you dare to wish was true for you as it might make your life as either horrid or like I did to me, as something I always wished was the real me.

I wished me to become a nymphomaniac were-pony mare. I wished too that I become like what you see I am on the new moon phase of each month. As this were-pony form I can find enjoyment being mated as would a pony mare by her stallion, or by some equally horny a male human, like maybe you!"

"This mansion has in and about it a curse that causes people to wish they were as animals." Carl said, as she the were-mare-pony walked past him, brushing her furry self against him standing there in the doorway to the bathroom. As she passed Carl she let her left hand graze across the front of his pants. She smiled from the feel as she was testing him to see if he were fully aroused, and becoming as quite willing to have sex.

Carl shivered from her touching of his aroused maleness. He turned and following her, the two entered then the hallway linen closet. After entering the darker closet, the walls being just as damp were glowing green luster. Carl thought to ask her why she led him inside that closet. As she pointed for Carl to take notice of what lay inside the safe doors, Carl saw then the black ebony wood box.

She wrinkling her nose in a cute manner then pointed toward the back box, as she said, "Go on pick it up, open the box. Inside it, is a figurine of a black knight seated on his black horse. It is a wish giving figurine. All you need to do is to say what you would wish you were, or how you want your life to be, and the changes will really happen."

Carl did not then trust the were-pony girl that she was telling him the whole truth. She saw his state of apprehension, so she picked up for him the black box, she opening it, giving, she handed the knighted figurine to Carl.

The were-pony mare girl nestled her furry body closer to that of Carl, her hands sliding under his pants waistband, under his leather belt, the warm hands enclosed about his erect cock and a sagging scrotum.

"You want me to become for you as your stallion," Carl said, as the figurine began to warm and the eyes of the knight and horse began to come to life.

"Would you wish to be for me as my favorite stud a stallion pony too?" she asked of Carl, as the figurine became almost to warm to hold.

Carl stood there mesmerized, he loving her sensual touching way of how she would take hold of his penis, she cupped his manly balls using her hands. He looked into her lust-loving eyes and feeling great want to have sex with her, Carl then said, "Yes, oh yes how I wish I were for you as a stud and stallion, maybe as a were-pony like you. We to have and to hold, enjoying our fun time together at the new-moon phase of each month."

The knighted figurine became as red hot and Carl let it drop to the closet floor.

"I would delight to make love or just have animal style sex with you. Oh wow, to feel a pony stallion cock up inside me, the length and its girth, filling me. Oh how I want you as my stallion. You becoming a were-pony stallion, your sex drive will triple, it keeping you feeling quite horny most the time of every month.

I think you need to wish for being more than just my were-stud pony lover. You should wish for becoming a stallion pony, my stud making whoopee with me his mare!" She suggesting to Carl as said.

Maybe it could be arranged that you while in a pony stallion form you might try belly-riders. Imagine then of a women or me lying snug in a hammock below your furry belly, you aroused cock slid inside a hot vagina. What it is is done in Brazil, it is termed as belly-riding by some.

"Maybe you are right there, but my wish is to be with you as much as possible. To become a were-stallion would be neat." Carl said, as she then suggested, said, "I wish to be then as much a stallion pony as your sexy desires say is as neat."

He then was so aroused and his penis conforming to being that of a pony stallion, to where Carl broke down and did as she suggested. Meanwhile, in the white barn a captive demon was listening and laughing with glee. He knew that by morning light, Carl would stride forth from the mansion being transformed, he a sexually thrilled stallion pony, his soft but bloated twenty inches of black cock swaying, slapping from flank to flak as he walked.

Devilish the Demon Zepar and she his loving were-mare pony would feel delighted that Carl made the choice wish to become an all pony stallion at stud.