Ron was intent on discovering who was up in the loft but was interupted as his stable groom walked into the barn dragging a teenage boy.
"Hey there Mister Boss Man, lookie who I found stealing money from my room! His name is Carl, Carl Riverdale, what you want me do with him?" asked Tellario the stable's head groomsman.
Carl stood there looking a little worried over being caught and was sure he'd be seeing the county Sheriff very soon. All this while Marcia sat up high listening and watching, while waiting for whatever happened next.
Ron eyed Carl closely and then motioned for Tellario to leave the boy, and return to his duties about the stables.
"So you need money do you there Boy?" asked Ron.
"Yes sir I do! I can't get a job cause I've been in trouble and in the slammer already once for stealing too. I got this girl and she wants me to show her a good time, so I steal!" replied Carl now showing an egotistical smirk.
"Hmm, so your girlfried tells you to steal things and then give her a good time from ill gotten gains, well I might be able to help you out. I have a new position here for which you could fill the bill. The pay is small but offers room and board. Yet too the position has some rather neat perks and I think someone like you should make out quite well." said Ron.
"Sounds great when can I start!" pleaded Carl.
"Call your girlfriend and have her come over about seven this evening. I'll explain to her and you then your duties and how much you'll make working together, what you say there boy?" asked Ron his face a mess of wrinkles as he schemes another into his big farm plans.
Carl is dooped into calling his girlfriend and she quickly agrees to come and talk at seven that very night. The call done with and Ron steps up to Carl, a spread fingered hand covers the teenage boys face as Ron begins to chant.
Carl's entire body grows stiffer and stiffer till he can not move an inch right or left. His mind is alert, he hears and can see Ron as the chanting turns to almost a song made in Latin.
Carl whines a high pitched cry as his head begins to actually show change. He can't see it but his forehead is on the grow. Soon his entire head is expanding up and out, his nostrils merging with lip and jaw getting longer and longer. Again Carl cries from pain as new very equine teeth push his human ones out of there well rooted sockets.
Ron holds his index finger to Carl's forehead and begins to dance a devil's taught step all of which brings on the change.
Marcia is peering over the top of her hay bayle cover. She watches yet another foolish person become beastly pleasures and fodder of Ron's demonic mind.
Carl cries and whines feeling his arms change as shoulders turn inward. His wrists become as knees while metacarples solidify into a cannon bone. His two middle most fingers grow together as the thumb and pinky finger shrink back into the wrist. One added finger shrinks but helps make up the joint above his new single toed hoof.
Shaking then voilently his body begin to be racked with change. Organs shift about as some like lungs and heart grow magically into larger and more equine size.
Popping sounds announce the growth and lengthening of a human spine to that made by higher powers to fit the equine body's needs. It is as the pelvis snaps loudly and Carl is forced to stand forward on all four that the scream of demons having their delights now echo's the stable.
Ron slows his song and chanting seeing his victim is almost where he want Carl to be finished and ready.
The new angles to Carl's legs, his heels mad to hocks and toes melded into a hoof has the boy standing now as a fine formed stallion pony.
Ron stops his chanting, stands before Carl's bug eyed pony face. The boy is showing the terrorized actions of a equine ready to bolt for its freedom. The white of his eye now shows as a mark of his equine and human feelings of pure horrific terror.
"Be at calm Carl your not dead!" spouts Ron his face a broad smile.
"Your what this place needs, we have use for a good line of sound ponies. In case you might like to know your of the Dartmoor breed. Your full grown even now as by the demons powers they deemed you to be of excellent stock and a refined bloodline." announced Ron.
Carl whinnied his thoughts but Ron gave them not a single care of respose. The new matured pony stallion stood there in his blackened pony hide and covered in seal brown coating of pony hairs. A tail and mane of jet black he flicked the tail finding what joy a pony can by doing so.
It was when his pony cock fell out into the light of day and he felt the cool breeze blowing him that he began to masturbate in total pony patterns and manners.
Ron clapped his hands seeing this and announced that Carl's girlfriend would soon be joining him at work on the farm.