No matter what young Arron thought was in his power to do, he was not the only personality looking out for, as after the loving pair of ponies.
Gun in hand, as just after midnight on a warm and humid evening, one assertive moral brother snuck out the house, he sneaking from tree to bush to get as close as he could, planning to kill his own brother. Even as he was running in a zig-zag pattern to get to where he could shoot and likely not miss Damon, Arron was reminded of the biblical story told about Cain and Able.
Arron was downwind of the grazing ponies, as neither Frank, Charlie, Lulu, or Damon could catch the scent of Arron who only once week week would shower or bathe.
Poised and ready to shoot first Damon and then Lulu, Arron drew a good aim at his ponified brother.
"NOT SO FAST, YOUNG FOOL," so suddenly boomed a deep baritone voice from just behind where Arron stood.
The big bold voice sent four pony heads and minds into a fully alert status.
"Hey," yelled Arron as two strong and big hands took the gun away from a scheming murderer. Arron turned just as the Genie what had recreated Damon though his powers and those of a Greek witch of historical renown began to cast a spell.
"Hey, oh no, not me you don't...," the voice of Arron echoing off out into the night as he spoke his last for many a year to cum.
Damon and Lulu approached the pasture fence, as Frank and Charlie kept their distance from the happening.
Arron was pushed over onto his back, to where he laid then on the cold damp ground, He suddenly found himself as wholly naked, his clothes were still standing there held as if he were wearing them still. The ever-caring Genie stood with his strong arms criss-crossed over his chest as he spake, " What shame you would bring upon your family to kill your brother. He is as justice allowed him to become, and no criminal, or evil brother shall deny him of his special future. You shall aid your brother and his mare, by becoming for Charlie and Franks as their fun fuck-toy. Yes, you shall become as of an equine embodiment, a jennet Mule.
Like charlie and Frank being as geldings, they still feel horny when catching the scent of a equine female pissing. You shall be for them as how they can feel some sexual satisfaction, you a sterile jennet Mule they will mount, mate, hump and thrust. You being so independent, wishing to kill, you as a Mule shall be a nymphomaniac. Your vulva will wink from sunup to sunset every day that you are alive as a Mule. Your life shall be on a need for sex that will never cease or the desire lesson after getting mated.
A red furred Mule shall you be, red as if embarrasses like you shall feel 24/7!
Charlie, Frank I have for you a gift to make use of your ample big cocks to gain some fun sensations." That said, and Arron began to feel his body growing, his penis shrinking, his scrotum falling off onto the dead ground. He rolled over and suddenly felt he had four legs, hoofs, and a anxious tail with one winking vulva. He was on a fast-track transforming to be a jennet Mule, knowing that for his evil plans, he would live an evil existence.
When the sun rose in the east the screams of a jennet Mule being sexually molested echoed out across the hills and dales.