Oh Where Oh Where
#2 of Reformation-Science
Where indeed, May was in the big city, she checking a map wishing to discover where he dear brother had his apartment. Don had come to live in the city to be nearer the college he planned to attend. All was going as planned, or until his letters to home suddenly ceased, and any phone calls placed to his phone, just rang, rang, and rang.
Their mother was worried but May more so, as in the last letter her mom received, Don made mention about his noisy neighbors one flight down. Don felt lucky he found that perfect apartment, it close to the college, he could walk there, as nearby were small shops where he could purchase about anything he had a need.
"There," said May when looking at a city map she found where the street was, and knew just how to get there.
"1248 Mockingbird Lane..., how odd," May thought, I vaguely recall some other address of someone living on a street with the same name.
Mom had given her daughter some extra money for cab fares or if she lost something while travelling and needed a replacement. May decided to surprise her brother, and she flagged a taxicab for the ride across town to where her brother resided.
Upon arriving at the supposed address, the cab driver pointed to a vacant lot.
May sat there gawking out the taxicab window, as she shook her head, feeling real concern and a greater sense of dismay. The address matched exactly the written return address her brother wrote on his last letter to home. May paid the cab driver, and with her one small suitcase, she got out of the taxi.
"I plan now to check around with people living around here, somebody must know where my brother went to, or is residing in an apartment," May told the cab driver. He offered to take her for no charge to the local police station, as there to begin asking about her brother, but May declined.
May was a young woman of twenty years her age, as a virgin was unsuspecting when she began walking the streets in a big city. An obvious out-of-towner' is a target for all sorts of people, some kindly, but others plainly nasty. May looked quite out of place, she being neatly dressed, looking more like a salesperson wandering the streets.
"Where are you Donny," May stood then looking around, she muttering her puzzlement, wondering who to ask first about her missing brother.
An elderly woman sitting on the front stoops of an equally aged old apartment building was looking at May, thinking she as a cute little rich brat, lost in the big city. "Hey you there Dolly, yea you, come here!" The old woman called to May, and she taught to be polite, she did as asked.
"Hello," said May to the old woman. "I had a letter from my brother, and he wrote the address maybe wrong, it matches to that vacant lot. Might you know of have seen my brother Donald, he stands a good six feet, six inches tall and is very handsome."
"Hmm...," said the old woman, "Six, six hmm, usually well dressed, sporty looking, the athletic type his physique, wears large tennis shoes with red strings, tends to whistle a merry tune wherever he goes, is a college student at the business college on Fuller Avenue, nope, can't say I have seen him for the past two weeks!"
"What, well then you knew him, or maybe where he lives around here?" May asked, she hearing all of what the woman knew of her brother, she knew then Donny.
"Well, ah he got in a tussle with his neighbors. Yup, bad ladies those, strange too, they disliked men but were elated about cute little boys. Queer bunch, four women living together, they rented out the entire third floor to the building. They kept weird pets, some big, some small, bold they were as took walks along the sidewalks, leading their pets.
Ha, just one of them, she was a kooky Blonde, and boy was she a pip!
Blonde is not a hair color dear, it is a state of mind, and her mind was all about her pet. The other women had several different pets during the past several months, but Blondie had but one and he was a big boy!
I never before saw someone in this side of town keep a donkey as a house pet, can you imagine that!
She somehow trained the big fellow, she spoke to it, and the darn thing obeyed her as if it knew exactly what she wished he should do, or as to reminding him to mind his manners, and not leave his messes on the sidewalk.
Weird I say, but really, crazy, she named him Donny, petting him as she walks him, combing his mane, but he never once brayed as donkeys do, nope, he stayed quiet.
That donkey was her more recent pet, as before she got him, Blondie had as her pet a brown spotted goat. Yea in the city a goat, will you believe it!
Oh, and it was a big goat, very tall, long legs. He would on rare occasion bleat, while looking at passing cars, as if he saw somebody he knew.
As I would sit here and watch Blondie walking her goat, he tended to bleat more when Misses Albright happened to drive past, the poor dear. She lost her husband, he up and disappeared, the cops looked but they never found him, no body, nothing, imagine that, just poof and he was gone."
"Don Donald Collingwood, we all called him Donny; can you tell me where he resided around here?" May asked, as it seemed obvious to her this woman knew her brother Don.
"Yea, yea-sure, ah Donny huh, yea, you need go through the vacant lot and to the apartment building directly behind, as see there a loading dock, you need to enter there, but be careful, the apartment manager is a real gorilla type." The old woman told May, as May then followed the directions to the letter.
May crossed the street and walked back to the vacant lot. She noticed the vacant lot had not one weed, no flowers or even a blade of grass growing anywhere. As she came then to facing a plank board fence, she saw a place in the fence where two planks were missing, a space just enough for her to slip through to the other side.
As she pulled her suitcase through behind her, May felt something touch the back of her hair. She turned quick-like, was startled to see a large, all black, long eared donkey staring at her. The Donkey just stood there as it cocking its big head, as if puzzled by it meeting her.
"Oh, ah hello, nice boy, good boy, you be good and let me get past you, now I do not want any trouble." May said, she nervous from meeting the horse size, big donkey, maybe it was the one the old woman spoke of, May just wanted to find her brother.
As May tried to pass by the donkey, first to the left of him, as then to the right of it, the donkey continued to step in front of her, it blocking her way around him.
Angry, May finally yelled at the brute, she said, "Get out of my way!"
Her yelling at the donkey made his ears perk-up, he took two steps backing away from where he stood facing May.
"I am sorry, as I thought you might be kind enough to play a game of tag." The donkey said, it spoke with perfectly clear as precise English, as May understood what he said, she stood there as if struck by lightning.
May just stood there, she considering if someone was playing a trick on her.
"Did you just speak?" May said, she did ask the donkey.
"Yes, I did, but please do not tell on me, I am not supposed to speak, or they, those witches that live on the third floor apartment, the Blonde one, she will whip me.
I was not born a donkey, no, it is true. As it happened, I came canvassing the apartments offering religious folders. Those four witches hustled me into their apartment and bewitched me, doing all sorts of weird sex games. The one game what caught me was pin-the-tail-on-a donkey.
When I felt the prick of the pin, I fainted, and when I awoke, I was as you see me now, a donkey!
I must admit, becoming a donkey is rather nice. I do not need to work and earn poor pay, or hear the manager yell at me as if my mother and father were never married when I was born. They feed me morning and night, as Miss Karla walks me, we get lots of double-take looks from people, it rather makes me chuckle.
Miss Karla told me that when or after she meets her next handsome young man, her partner, a Hazel Smyth, she owns a farm on the outskirts of town; well I can then go and live there, doing what a big donkey like me does, and as Miss Karla said, male donkeys do naturally." The talkative donkey said, as May listened, she wondering to ask about her brother.
"Did you ever meet my brother, his name was Donald, and he lived on the fourth floor of this building?" May asked, as the donkey seemed again as nervous.
"Yes, I remember him, nice, quite an athlete type, a snappy dresser. He was here, although Miss Karla told me about him, as she and her cohorts did to him what they did to me, only they sold him the same day to that woman Hazel Smyth.
She came and took him away, as said she planned to use him well, had some plans for using him to breed with mares and make mules. Karla told me after she knew me better, said that your brother Donny did not fare well and lost more than his dignity after kicking Hazel.
Miss Karla liked the simple name of Donny for her pet, and she renamed me to the same name, as was your brother when he was still here. My name was originally Chester, and I lived alone, my parents asked me to leave home, they really could not afford to feed me, so my coming here, and becoming as I am, is I think providential." The sad sort of donkey said to May, as she felt sad for him, and began petting donkey Donny.
"Huh, Hazel Smyth, maybe I need to go visit her, and see then my brother." May said, as the donkey said nothing more, he just stood there, looking as handsome as a donkey can, or could.
Some three hours later and May got out of another taxicab, she then dropped off at the front gate to the Hazel Smyth Animal Husbandry Emporium. May paid the taxi driver, but before he drove away, he offered May a terse warning.
"Hey Miss, do you know Hazel, Miss Hazel Smyth?" The nice taxi driver asked May.
May just stood there, as her mother told her never to talk to strange men, but her having spoke with a real, live donkey tended to change her ideas about men. "No sir, but I was told that my brother, a college student at the university is here working for her."
"Really," the taxi driver replied, as he said then, "I know for a fact that Hazel is a spiteful Lesbian. She has four of her kind come to visit here often. I know this because the Blonde woman likes to talk to me when she rides in my cab. As because there are four of the women, the Blonde lady like to ride up front, as next to me in my taxi.
Her lady friends talk generally about men and say nasty things about all men in general. The Blonde dame likes to snuggle close to me, she toying with between my legs, but she gives big tips. The four ladies get out here and sometimes Hazel comes to greet them.
Just words to the wise young lady, be careful, Hazel accepts men to come to her farm, but never, not once have I ever seen, or picked up a male rider from this stop."
May nicely did thank the kindly man, as she with her suitcase in hand did unlatch the farm gate, and she walked inside the farm property. As the taxi drove away, May felt a little lost.
May had walked about 300 yards along the gravel driveway leading toward the big white farmhouse and three red big barns; when a dirty brown 1952 Chevrolet pickup truck came roaring along the dusty drive.
The pickup truck came to an abrupt halt, as a plump sixty-year-old woman leaped out and began yelling at May to get, like gone off her farm property.
May reacted with her usual respectful attitude when talking with her elders. "I say hello, my name is May, May Collingwood, and I am looking to find my brother. He is Donald Collingwood, we all called him Donny; can you tell me where he resides around here?" May asked, as it seemed obvious to her this woman knew about her brother Don.
"Donald, you say, a young man named Donald Collingwood came here expecting to find work, but he did not do well and I cut him off, he felt bad then and he, well he left!" Hazel said, as she told May a rant of half truths a mile long.
"Really, because a good friend to a Blonde lady living along Mocking Bird Lane, he said she knew him and had him, as sent to come here and help you do breeding of Mules." May said, as she began stretching the truth as well!
This bit of news set Hazel to stagger back, as she climbed inside her old truck, and then offered May an invite to ride up to the farmhouse for some refreshments. As along the drive toward the farmhouse, Hazel asked a blunt question of May, she asked, "That fellow you spoke with who knew the Blonde lady, what was his name?"
"Oh, ah Donny, yes that was what he told me, Donny. He was very nice, well mannered, although he had such big funny ears!" May said, she taunting Hazel.
"Long ears, furry, black donkey like ears, and he spoke to you, now that is a revelation!" Hazel said, as May just sat there and said not a word more.
As Hazel drove up to the front of her large two-story farmhouse with an expansive big covered porch, she asked May to take a seat in a deck chair while she, Hazel would get some refreshments, and then they would talk.
May sat in the deck chair, she listening to the many sounds that came from a farm. She waited a long while and wondered about what all Hazel was cooking up as refreshments. She became bold and entered the farmhouse to then, as overhear Hazel talking on the phone.
"Yea, yea I got, I ain't that stupid, but she knows he is here, your donkey Donny can still speak and he told her enough to come looking for him here!" Hazel said as she hung up the phone on its old hook, and proceeded to mix up some dangerous lemonade.
May took to her wandering out from the house and she headed for the bigger barn and the corrals beyond. When she entered the barn, the sound of moaning echoed the high walls. So May followed the groans and moans to her peering over a high set wood plank wall to see what from her reading literature, she knew to be a red furred Minotaur.
"Hello there sir," May said, as the Minotaur did stir alert to her presence and stood up on red furred legs that ended with cloven hoofs and two hind foot dewclaws.
"MURawoo...," The Minotaur man cried aloud, as he strode up to meet there May, as she was his first ever, a kindly visitor.
"Hey, suggest you stand back from being that close to his kind, as he is hefty-strong, and could lift you over that wall partition. If he did, he would molest and likely rape you, as infect you with his bovine disease." Hazel said, as May stepped back and away from the wood planked wall.
May turned to face Hazel and asked, "I thought that Minotaur monsters were extinct, like dead, and a part of Greek history."
"Live and learn dear girl, as he was not born a Minotaur, but became one while changing further, he soon to be a Devon breed bull. He was a volunteer to trying the process. Reformation science, an experiment, but those who are perverts or gay like to volunteer, they tend to imagine that becoming an animal is all good fun!" Hazel said, as she was leading May toward a stiff drink tainted with some sort of body changing poison.
"Ah Hell, you know all about my farm and those four sex-minded witches. You want to meet your brother, he is here, I keep him in corral five. If you want to meet him, then fine, but he cannot speak, only bray and stick his big cock out as an erection when arouse or spoken with." Hazel said as she took the lead, striding hardily out the barn and toward the corrals.
May followed Hazel, as they walked to where her brother usually spent much of any day.
"I heard he was gelded, is that true?" May asked of Hazel.
Hazel stopped, and looked at May, as she remarked, "As I thought those witches were brutal, but you, his sister, talking about her kin brother as if he were born to be a donkey minus his big nuts.
That was the story I gave the witches, they prefer their victims lose their balls. I let Don keeping his big balls, as Blonde gave him some potion to enhance and enlarging his balls to be similar of size to a stallion Zebra. He was as is a true gentleman, acting kindly toward the brood mares. He knows his transformation is quite permanent, and has accepted the fact he cannot become a human again.
Don is a stud donkey and a good moneymaker for me, and my farm.
Those tough cunt witches doom men as victims of their wicked arts, and sell the horny animals to me. Some I keep, like your brother. Many I resell, the Red Devon breed Minotaur you met, as by next month I will sell a pedigree Devon bull for becoming the herd-sire at a cattle feedlot upstate.
Mark was not a volunteer, as he understands from what I told him as to where he is going, and of what he is becoming; he is looking forward to when he can begin breeding of cows. The breeding of cows, Mark does not yet know the courtship rights of a cow and bull before they begin mating.
Your brother was a quick learner, as Blonde told of a girlfriend who came looking for her lover. She met the witches, and they in an about turn felt she was a danger to them..., you can go meet her later. Debby is in the goat pen, she being a very intelligent Beetal breed, as a doe goat.
Blonde sold to me the antidote to change Debby mostly back to her being human, or basically she will end up as a female satyr. It will be her choice, but for the present she is quite happy here, as content being a doe goat. She likes the extra long big buck cocks, they rut her and make her moan." Hazel told May.
"Hey there Donny boy, your sister May is here to visit, and I mean just a visit, she knows about the witches, and what I do for nice guys turned into horny animals." Hazel said, as she let May stay and tell her donkified brother that his mother and sister were worried about him.
"Oh Donny, really, can you not control that huge male cock you got, I bet you are the thrill of any brood mare. Hazel said you were a gentle stud, and she as do the mares appreciates your kindly manners.
Considering, I do not know what to tell mom about you and what you are doing here..., living now on a farm." May said, but about then Donny began to act excited.
"Hey, what is this," May said, as from behind her Hazel had held over the head of May, a black leather with silver studs horse halter.
"This is for your own good, as you know too much, and making you another brood mare for my farm keeps everything about my lifestyle a secret." Hazel said, as May began her changing, knowing her future would be residing there at the farm, she a servicing volunteer.
Where indeed, May was in the big city, she checking a map wishing to discover where he dear brother had his apartment. Don had come to live in the city to be nearer the college he planned to attend. All was going as planned, or until his letters to home suddenly ceased, and any phone calls placed to his phone, just rang, rang, and rang.
Their mother was worried but May more so, as in the last letter her mom received, Don made mention about his noisy neighbors one flight down. Don felt lucky he found that perfect apartment, it close to the college, he could walk there, as nearby were small shops where he could purchase about anything he had a need.
"There," said May when looking at a city map she found where the street was, and knew just how to get there.
"1248 Mockingbird Lane..., how odd," May thought, I vaguely recall some other address of someone living on a street with the same name.
Mom had given her daughter some extra money for cab fares or if she lost something while travelling and needed a replacement. May decided to surprise her brother, and she flagged a taxicab for the ride across town to where her brother resided.
Upon arriving at the supposed address, the cab driver pointed to a vacant lot.
May sat there gawking out the taxicab window, as she shook her head, feeling real concern and a greater sense of dismay. The address matched exactly the written return address her brother wrote on his last letter to home. May paid the cab driver, and with her one small suitcase, she got out of the taxi.
"I plan now to check around with people living around here, somebody must know where my brother went to, or is residing in an apartment," May told the cab driver. He offered to take her for no charge to the local police station, as there to begin asking about her brother, but May declined.
May was a young woman of twenty years her age, as a virgin was unsuspecting when she began walking the streets in a big city. An obvious out-of-towner' is a target for all sorts of people, some kindly, but others plainly nasty. May looked quite out of place, she being neatly dressed, looking more like a salesperson wandering the streets.
"Where are you Donny," May stood then looking around, she muttering her puzzlement, wondering who to ask first about her missing brother.
An elderly woman sitting on the front stoops of an equally aged old apartment building was looking at May, thinking she as a cute little rich brat, lost in the big city. "Hey you there Dolly, yea you, come here!" The old woman called to May, and she taught to be polite, she did as asked.
"Hello," said May to the old woman. "I had a letter from my brother, and he wrote the address maybe wrong, it matches to that vacant lot. Might you know of have seen my brother Donald, he stands a good six feet, six inches tall and is very handsome."
"Hmm...," said the old woman, "Six, six hmm, usually well dressed, sporty looking, the athletic type his physique, wears large tennis shoes with red strings, tends to whistle a merry tune wherever he goes, is a college student at the business college on Fuller Avenue, nope, can't say I have seen him for the past two weeks!"
"What, well then you knew him, or maybe where he lives around here?" May asked, she hearing all of what the woman knew of her brother, she knew then Donny.
"Well, ah he got in a tussle with his neighbors. Yup, bad ladies those, strange too, they disliked men but were elated about cute little boys. Queer bunch, four women living together, they rented out the entire third floor to the building. They kept weird pets, some big, some small, bold they were as took walks along the sidewalks, leading their pets.
Ha, just one of them, she was a kooky Blonde, and boy was she a pip!
Blonde is not a hair color dear, it is a state of mind, and her mind was all about her pet. The other women had several different pets during the past several months, but Blondie had but one and he was a big boy!
I never before saw someone in this side of town keep a donkey as a house pet, can you imagine that!
She somehow trained the big fellow, she spoke to it, and the darn thing obeyed her as if it knew exactly what she wished he should do, or as to reminding him to mind his manners, and not leave his messes on the sidewalk.
Weird I say, but really, crazy, she named him Donny, petting him as she walks him, combing his mane, but he never once brayed as donkeys do, nope, he stayed quiet.
That donkey was her more recent pet, as before she got him, Blondie had as her pet a brown spotted goat. Yea in the city a goat, will you believe it!
Oh, and it was a big goat, very tall, long legs. He would on rare occasion bleat, while looking at passing cars, as if he saw somebody he knew.
As I would sit here and watch Blondie walking her goat, he tended to bleat more when Misses Albright happened to drive past, the poor dear. She lost her husband, he up and disappeared, the cops looked but they never found him, no body, nothing, imagine that, just poof and he was gone."
"Don Donald Collingwood, we all called him Donny; can you tell me where he resided around here?" May asked, as it seemed obvious to her this woman knew her brother Don.
"Yea, yea-sure, ah Donny huh, yea, you need go through the vacant lot and to the apartment building directly behind, as see there a loading dock, you need to enter there, but be careful, the apartment manager is a real gorilla type." The old woman told May, as May then followed the directions to the letter.
May crossed the street and walked back to the vacant lot. She noticed the vacant lot had not one weed, no flowers or even a blade of grass growing anywhere. As she came then to facing a plank board fence, she saw a place in the fence where two planks were missing, a space just enough for her to slip through to the other side.
As she pulled her suitcase through behind her, May felt something touch the back of her hair. She turned quick-like, was startled to see a large, all black, long eared donkey staring at her. The Donkey just stood there as it cocking its big head, as if puzzled by it meeting her.
"Oh, ah hello, nice boy, good boy, you be good and let me get past you, now I do not want any trouble." May said, she nervous from meeting the horse size, big donkey, maybe it was the one the old woman spoke of, May just wanted to find her brother.
As May tried to pass by the donkey, first to the left of him, as then to the right of it, the donkey continued to step in front of her, it blocking her way around him.
Angry, May finally yelled at the brute, she said, "Get out of my way!"
Her yelling at the donkey made his ears perk-up, he took two steps backing away from where he stood facing May.
"I am sorry, as I thought you might be kind enough to play a game of tag." The donkey said, it spoke with perfectly clear as precise English, as May understood what he said, she stood there as if struck by lightning.
May just stood there, she considering if someone was playing a trick on her.
"Did you just speak?" May said, she did ask the donkey.
"Yes, I did, but please do not tell on me, I am not supposed to speak, or they, those witches that live on the third floor apartment, the Blonde one, she will whip me.
I was not born a donkey, no, it is true. As it happened, I came canvassing the apartments offering religious folders. Those four witches hustled me into their apartment and bewitched me, doing all sorts of weird sex games. The one game what caught me was pin-the-tail-on-a donkey.
When I felt the prick of the pin, I fainted, and when I awoke, I was as you see me now, a donkey!
I must admit, becoming a donkey is rather nice. I do not need to work and earn poor pay, or hear the manager yell at me as if my mother and father were never married when I was born. They feed me morning and night, as Miss Karla walks me, we get lots of double-take looks from people, it rather makes me chuckle.
Miss Karla told me that when or after she meets her next handsome young man, her partner, a Hazel Smyth, she owns a farm on the outskirts of town; well I can then go and live there, doing what a big donkey like me does, and as Miss Karla said, male donkeys do naturally." The talkative donkey said, as May listened, she wondering to ask about her brother.
"Did you ever meet my brother, his name was Donald, and he lived on the fourth floor of this building?" May asked, as the donkey seemed again as nervous.
"Yes, I remember him, nice, quite an athlete type, a snappy dresser. He was here, although Miss Karla told me about him, as she and her cohorts did to him what they did to me, only they sold him the same day to that woman Hazel Smyth.
She came and took him away, as said she planned to use him well, had some plans for using him to breed with mares and make mules. Karla told me after she knew me better, said that your brother Donny did not fare well and lost more than his dignity after kicking Hazel.
Miss Karla liked the simple name of Donny for her pet, and she renamed me to the same name, as was your brother when he was still here. My name was originally Chester, and I lived alone, my parents asked me to leave home, they really could not afford to feed me, so my coming here, and becoming as I am, is I think providential." The sad sort of donkey said to May, as she felt sad for him, and began petting donkey Donny.
"Huh, Hazel Smyth, maybe I need to go visit her, and see then my brother." May said, as the donkey said nothing more, he just stood there, looking as handsome as a donkey can, or could.
Some three hours later and May got out of another taxicab, she then dropped off at the front gate to the Hazel Smyth Animal Husbandry Emporium. May paid the taxi driver, but before he drove away, he offered May a terse warning.
"Hey Miss, do you know Hazel, Miss Hazel Smyth?" The nice taxi driver asked May.
May just stood there, as her mother told her never to talk to strange men, but her having spoke with a real, live donkey tended to change her ideas about men. "No sir, but I was told that my brother, a college student at the university is here working for her."
"Really," the taxi driver replied, as he said then, "I know for a fact that Hazel is a spiteful Lesbian. She has four of her kind come to visit here often. I know this because the Blonde woman likes to talk to me when she rides in my cab. As because there are four of the women, the Blonde lady like to ride up front, as next to me in my taxi.
Her lady friends talk generally about men and say nasty things about all men in general. The Blonde dame likes to snuggle close to me, she toying with between my legs, but she gives big tips. The four ladies get out here and sometimes Hazel comes to greet them.
Just words to the wise young lady, be careful, Hazel accepts men to come to her farm, but never, not once have I ever seen, or picked up a male rider from this stop."
May nicely did thank the kindly man, as she with her suitcase in hand did unlatch the farm gate, and she walked inside the farm property. As the taxi drove away, May felt a little lost.
May had walked about 300 yards along the gravel driveway leading toward the big white farmhouse and three red big barns; when a dirty brown 1952 Chevrolet pickup truck came roaring along the dusty drive.
The pickup truck came to an abrupt halt, as a plump sixty-year-old woman leaped out and began yelling at May to get, like gone off her farm property.
May reacted with her usual respectful attitude when talking with her elders. "I say hello, my name is May, May Collingwood, and I am looking to find my brother. He is Donald Collingwood, we all called him Donny; can you tell me where he resides around here?" May asked, as it seemed obvious to her this woman knew about her brother Don.
"Donald, you say, a young man named Donald Collingwood came here expecting to find work, but he did not do well and I cut him off, he felt bad then and he, well he left!" Hazel said, as she told May a rant of half truths a mile long.
"Really, because a good friend to a Blonde lady living along Mocking Bird Lane, he said she knew him and had him, as sent to come here and help you do breeding of Mules." May said, as she began stretching the truth as well!
This bit of news set Hazel to stagger back, as she climbed inside her old truck, and then offered May an invite to ride up to the farmhouse for some refreshments. As along the drive toward the farmhouse, Hazel asked a blunt question of May, she asked, "That fellow you spoke with who knew the Blonde lady, what was his name?"
"Oh, ah Donny, yes that was what he told me, Donny. He was very nice, well mannered, although he had such big funny ears!" May said, she taunting Hazel.
"Long ears, furry, black donkey like ears, and he spoke to you, now that is a revelation!" Hazel said, as May just sat there and said not a word more.
As Hazel drove up to the front of her large two-story farmhouse with an expansive big covered porch, she asked May to take a seat in a deck chair while she, Hazel would get some refreshments, and then they would talk.
May sat in the deck chair, she listening to the many sounds that came from a farm. She waited a long while and wondered about what all Hazel was cooking up as refreshments. She became bold and entered the farmhouse to then, as overhear Hazel talking on the phone.
"Yea, yea I got, I ain't that stupid, but she knows he is here, your donkey Donny can still speak and he told her enough to come looking for him here!" Hazel said as she hung up the phone on its old hook, and proceeded to mix up some dangerous lemonade. May took to her wandering out from the house and she headed for the bigger barn and the corrals beyond. When she entered the barn, the sound of moaning echoed the high walls. So May followed the groans and moans to her peering over a high set wood plank wall to see what from her reading literature, she knew to be a red furred Minotaur.
"Hello there sir," May said, as the Minotaur did stir alert to her presence and stood up on red furred legs that ended with cloven hoofs and two hind foot dewclaws.
"MURawoo...," The Minotaur man cried aloud, as he strode up to meet there May, as she was his first ever, a kindly visitor.
"Hey, suggest you stand back from being that close to his kind, as he is hefty-strong, and could lift you over that wall partition. If he did, he would molest and likely rape you, as infect you with his bovine disease." Hazel said, as May stepped back and away from the wood planked wall.
May turned to face Hazel and asked, "I thought that Minotaur monsters were extinct, like dead, and a part of Greek history."
"Live and learn dear girl, as he was not born a Minotaur, but became one while changing further, he soon to be a Devon breed bull. He was a volunteer to trying the process. Reformation science, an experiment, but those who are perverts or gay like to volunteer, they tend to imagine that becoming an animal is all good fun!" Hazel said, as she was leading May toward a stiff drink tainted with some sort of body changing poison.
"Ah Hell, you know all about my farm and those four sex-minded witches. You want to meet your brother, he is here, I keep him in corral five. If you want to meet him, then fine, but he cannot speak, only bray and stick his big cock out as an erection when arouse or spoken with." Hazel said as she took the lead, striding hardily out the barn and toward the corrals.
May followed Hazel, as they walked to where her brother usually spent much of any day. "I heard he was gelded, is that true?" May asked of Hazel.
Hazel stopped, and looked at May, as she remarked, "As I thought those witches were brutal, but you, his sister, talking about her kin brother as if he were born to be a donkey minus his big nuts.
That was the story I gave the witches, they prefer their victims lose their balls. I let Don keeping his big balls, as Blonde gave him some potion to enhance and enlarging his balls to be similar of size to a stallion Zebra. He was as is a true gentleman, acting kindly toward the brood mares. He knows his transformation is quite permanent, and has accepted the fact he cannot become a human again.
Don is a stud donkey and a good moneymaker for me, and my farm.
Those tough cunt witches doom men as victims of their wicked arts, and sell the horny animals to me. Some I keep, like your brother. Many I resell, the Red Devon breed Minotaur you met, as by next month I will sell a pedigree Devon bull for becoming the herd-sire at a cattle feedlot upstate.
Mark was not a volunteer, as he understands from what I told him as to where he is going, and of what he is becoming; he is looking forward to when he can begin breeding of cows. The breeding of cows, Mark does not yet know the courtship rights of a cow and bull before they begin mating.
Your brother was a quick learner, as Blonde told of a girlfriend who came looking for her lover. She met the witches, and they in an about turn felt she was a danger to them..., you can go meet her later. Debby is in the goat pen, she being a very intelligent Beetal breed, as a doe goat.
Blonde sold to me the antidote to change Debby mostly back to her being human, or basically she will end up as a female satyr. It will be her choice, but for the present she is quite happy here, as content being a doe goat. She likes the extra long big buck cocks, they rut her and make her moan." Hazel told May.
"Hey there Donny boy, your sister May is here to visit, and I mean just a visit, she knows about the witches, and what I do for nice guys turned into horny animals." Hazel said, as she let May stay and tell her donkified brother that his mother and sister were worried about him.
"Oh Donny, really, can you not control that huge male cock you got, I bet you are the thrill of any brood mare. Hazel said you were a gentle stud, and she as do the mares appreciates your kindly manners.
Considering, I do not know what to tell mom about you and what you are doing here..., living now on a farm." May said, but about then Donny began to act excited.
"Hey, what is this," May said, as from behind her Hazel had held over the head of May, a black leather with silver studs horse halter.
"This is for your own good, as you know too much, and making you another brood mare for my farm keeps everything about my lifestyle a secret." Hazel said, as May began her first day as a volunteer.