A sudden swift mood swing and Marg felt drastically weary, like tired, as if the notion to go to bed was an overwhelming desire. She walked then from the bathroom and went directly to her bedroom. Marg yawned and began yawning at the similar rate a person has hiccups.
Marg drew down the window shades, blocking out the orange last rays of sunlight from lighting her bedroom. As she yawned more times, she pulled back the bedspread, but feeling ever so tired, she sat down on the side of the bed.
“Sleep… sounds… so… good…,” Marg whispered as she let her waist allow her head and torso to lean sideways and fall upon the bed. She was asleep the moment her head touch the “My Pillow,” pillow!
The Medallion curse was becoming hotter and due to it feeling uncomfortable, it directed its powers to enhance and increase the discomfort of anyone who was the reason for making the Medallion Spirit and the curse as distressed.
As Marg slept she began to dream, seeing the situation in the barn as it unfolded. She saw Robert as still her husband, but she heard him talking, arguing, he shaking a fist at the Medallion setting on the top rail to the stall built to house Jasper.
“Hear me, as explain to my wife about what happened to our son. He did take a horse blanket and…, excuse me dear, as wrapped it around and over the shoulders to keep him as warm. Dear, mat I show you how warm a horse blanket feels?” Marg saw herself standing beside her half naked husband as he selected a horse blanket from the pile and facing her, as with having a maniacal sort of smile, as he then draped the blanket over her shoulders.
Marg saw herself standing and watching as Bob took hold of the Velcro straps and began fastening the blanket as snugly fitted about her upper body.
“Ah ha, a sharing has come to pass,” the Medallion’s curse voice so said, and Marg in her dream began paying a closer attention to the happenings.
“Does the Mistress Master wish to hear what the curse can do for you and your’ husband?” The Medallion Spirit asked along and in unison with the Curse’s voice; just as Margery stiffened her spine, she seeing herself realizing the onset of the curse taking hold of her body.
Robert appeared as if delighted with what was occurring, as he stood looking at her, and she looking at her husband felt then a sense of dread when he replied to the Curse and Bob said “Yes, please do!”
“No, no, No,” Marg moaned while still dreaming, seeing what was her as changing, her whole self covered with light gray colored fur. Marg shivered when she noticed a ropy gray furred tail take to swishing across the furry behind of her animalistic self.
Marg was dreaming and saw her human self begin to change, her legs became as hunched, her feet grew longer, heels became as hind hocks, and her head took on an equine shape. She watched from nearby, seeing as would another person watching her own bodily self as changing, transforming, becoming more an equine.
“Yes, please do it, do it more, make her believe, let her become as was Sammy!” An excited husband said, while Marg dreamed on watching, hearing, knowing that what she saw was all jumbled.
The Margery what Marg saw as changing saw her begin to convulse, shaking wildly, and with wide eyes she stared, her equine reshaped head needing to cock at an angle to see, as all there saw a male donkey size penis rise from out its sheath and swelled to a full-on erect state. As then the donkey looked up and across the open barn area, as began to stare at the sleeping Margery.
Margery felt her whole self become as rigid, she side stepped to take a spread stance with her legs. She looked down at her slate gray furred self and felt her pony mare size vulva begin to wink.
As she stood there, the changed self of her dream self being as an upright standing donkey having an erection, he came closer. As soon so close that Marg felt the blunt, as bloated trumpet bell shaped glans pressing against her vulva lips.
“Yes, please do her good, go for her Sammy boy!” Robert yelling said, as his sentiments worked to cause the sleeping Margery to want to turn and run away.
“In, he is inside me, oh, oh, but Sammy boy, you are, feel so much better than did my HUSBAND…!” Margery yelped, as she began to breathing rapidly, she huffing with every thrust felt of Sammy thrusting.
As her view of the whole sexual scene began to turn fuzzy, out of focus; as then Margery heard the voice of a man she knew she never met to saying, “This has been a test, if it were an actual alert you would need to take cover…”
“HUH, what the,” Marg jerked awake, as found herself spread eagle across her bed, she still all pony fur covered, he butt hurt, as did she snort with an equine sound. As rose up on her elbows, Marg shook her head and many things felt decidedly different.