"Snow Sculpture Contest," read the sign posted over the driveway entrance to the Bridgman Estate.
Anna drove her small car with John riding in the passenger seat, as he acted rather bold, like he knew something more than did Anna. She too had a secret, but wanted to talk about how she saw their mother as greatly distraught about the odd, and sudden disappearance of her son Erin. Then too she brashly made mention about the Shetland pony, and how it had grown like overnight to be nearly the same size as was their Mom's prize winning Quarter horse mare.
"I have watched that sneering smirk on your face ever since Erin up and disappeared. Personally, I think you are acting a bit sheepish, like a wolf in sheep clothing!" Anna said as she taunted John, and knew he was wearing his as thought-off to being as lucky Sheep wool undies.
"Aw bugger off, are you going to bug me today about Erin, as why and where he went, because I think he went to horse around with that Amy Vincent." John said, but thought that his sister was dumb, and did not know Miss Vincent.
"Amy, no way, she sent me an e-mail two weeks ago about her going to visit her Aunt Margaret who lives in Wisconsin. She was invited to come alone, as without her two younger sisters. So, I doubt that Erin went away with her; but I would take a bet on him as horsing around, getting laid, or humping some horny equestrian horse lover.
Oops, here is the turn, almost missed it, as I hope you got a plan for what we are to build for the contest." Anna asked, as John's smirk became a leering smile.
"I thought we might carve a Mare horse and stallion exchanging breaths at the first of their courting!" John said, but Anna just shook her head as if she thought his idea was a bit odd.
Just after Anna parked her car and John began collecting the needed its to sculpt snow, she noticed his need to itch at his crotch.
Anna went then to sign the entry application, as let John stake a place where they would build their sculpture. John stood atop a rise what overlooked the main house, the three barns and the western pastures. Kyle Frank saw John and went to meet him as offer his concerns about Erin being a missing person alert.
"Aw that is his tough luck," John commented about his half-brother, "If you ask me, Erin is busily screwing some big ass female, you know the kind what wants sex and when they have had enough, they tend to walk away."
The wintry sun beamed though the layers of clouds, and sent a warming wave of heat what caused John further discomfort what Kyle noted, as he asked, "You got a crotch rot problem, like a sore case of herpes?"
"F.O. already," John remarked as he felt his crotch both warming as did it feel like his balls were rather swollen.
Anna found her brother shoveling damp snow into a pile for them to make use of as create a snow sculpture. "Hey, I had an idea, how about we sculpt a Sheep-Satyr, since the Bridgman farm breeds sheep?"
"Oh, okay, yea that might be a winning different sculpture, do you have a picture on your cell phone to give us a base idea as how a Sheep-Ram Satyr might look like?" John asked, as then Anna smiled, she replied, said, "We could use you as a basic model considering your wearing those horny sheep wool undies!"
"Say what, how did you know I put on my warm wool undies, and pray-tell, how are they going to work as a base for our sculpting a Sheep-Ram Satyr?" John said as his itchy crotch was spreading the itch, and he felt a growing arousal, if from smelling the herd of sheep in the corrals near the barns.
"Oh here, drink some of this and maybe the annoying itchy feelings will go away, or get to where you could ignore your need to scratch!" Anna offered, and John in an urgent moment took the thermos and unscrewed the top cap, he took a big swallowing of the sugared juice.
"Hey, that really hit the spot," John remarked, as he saw Anna smile.
"Hey and then there is hay, as you drinking the apple juice I laced with a glob of that male enhancing cream, as with you wearing those wool undies, give it an hour and you should do well at being a Sheep-Ram Satyr model!"
"No,no, no...," John moaned as if to plead, he knowing of what he did to Erin and how the mix caused his brother to become an equine in species. Erin evolved into being a Shetland pony stallion; as did the mixture made him exceptionally horny, to where he sought a sexual adventure, mated and grew then to where he became a Shetland/Quarter horse stud.
"Anna, mixing that salve and drinking it can force my body to change and if I should mate, me breed with any ewe, then the changes become as the permanent new me!"