Miss Angie led the ponies and their two young riders down a dirt trail, which winded through some light forest behind Happy Horse Farms. The busy sounds of the farm faded behind them, leaving only the chirps of birds and the light rustling of trees.
"Her fur's so soft!", said Heather, as she petted her pony's neck with a peachy hand. Heather was riding Nadia, who whickered happily at the affection. "How's your one, Olivia?"
"He's soft too. He's just kinda sweaty." Olivia replied. The darker-skinned girl was riding Lib, and could feel her pony's belly heave as it breathed heavily. Lib, Miss Angie noticed, was walking much steadier in his new stallion body, and was keeping pace with his transformed big sister. Seemed like the siblings were adapting to their new forms as ponies, though perhaps Lib was still slightly nervous. Or even excited?
"Don't worry about that" Miss Angie said with a giggle. She gave a reassuring rub of Lib's furred snout. "I made sure they're all clean and healthy. Now, get comfy! We'll be on this trail for a while."
Honestly, the route wasn't a long one. At a calm walking pace, Angie recalled, it all took around twenty minutes or so minutes to get around a full lap. Still, it's long enough for most young visitors.
Heather wriggled her sneakered legs gently by her pony's sides, almost like she was giving her a massage, while Olivia kept her legs clutched a little tight against hers. From what Angie gleaned from the girls back at the farm, both girls rode ponies before. Heather was the most familiar with them, while Olivia seemed the most nervous; she probably only ever rode one pony her entire life. Angie thought it made her a perfect match with Lib.
"So, Heather and Olivia!", said Miss Angie, as she "Where are you all from?"
"Boston!", chirped Olivia. "Yeah, we're both in the same school," Heather added. "But Olivia's family's moving to New York."
"Not the city, though," said Olivia, a little glumly. Immediately, Miss Angie noted a deeper sadness in her voice.
"You'll be okay. We'll still talk!" said Heather.
"I know..."
Miss Angie had a good eye for other people's emotions, especially with children. Even without magic, she could tell these two girls shared a strong bond. And also, a deep pain of being separated. Even with Heather, though seems she was keeping it hidden to comfort her friend.
"It sounds like you two are close!", said Miss Angie.
"Yeah, we're best friends." Olivia nodded.
"We're friends since, like, we were babies!", said Heather. "Our mom and dads knew each other."
"And we were in the same kindergarten too!" said Olivia. "And the same soccer team and swimming class and homeroom!"
"Well I'm sure you'll both get the chance to see each other again," said Angie. "New York's not too far away!"
"Yeah, but we won't have fun together that often," said Olivia.
"It's okay. We'll call each other every day!" said Heather. "And I bet you'll make a ton of friends in New York too." Olivia smiled a little.
Such wonderful kids, thought Angie. It seemed like these girls deserved a very special day of fun together. One that they'll remember for their entire lives. And maybe with the help of these ponies! Already, another one of Angie's witchy, mischevious plans was taking shape in her head. And the first step in her plan was a little change to their route.
"Say, girls! How about we go a little off trail?"
The two little girls turned their eyes to Miss Angie, eyebrows raised with curiosity. "Is there something wrong?", Olivia asked.
"Oh, nothing's wrong. But I think your ponies deserve a nice refreshment! And I know a place where they can get it."
Looking at each other, the friends shrugged. "Okay!", they piped.
After a few steps ahead, past a large oak tree, Angie led them off to a more worn trail into some thicker woods, flanked by large bushes. It wasn't anything treacherous, though both Heather and Olivia felt like they were stepping into some forbidden place.
"Nothing to worry about!" said Miss Angie. "This is a hideout we take our ponies to sometimes. A little drink and relaxation."
They passed by more shadowy greenery, until just a minute later, they emerged into a large clearing by the edge of a small hill, surrounded by a wall of thick trees. It was a nice open spot, full of soft, ferny grass. There was even a little pond with a stream trickling in, with colorful butterflies flapping over some nearby flowers.
"Here we are. How about you two relax, too? Let 'em down, you guys."
To the girls's surprise, their ponies obeyed (with Lib reacting first), and they near-instantly lowered themselves to the grass . Angie smiled at the girls's shocked expressions.
"How did you do that?" asked Heather.
"They're smart!", said Angie, with a wink. The girls dismounted, with Olivia nervously sliding off the side of Lib's back, while Heather hopped off Nadia with ease.
As the ponies rose again, Angie stood over them both, stroking their heads. While Angie focused some attention to Nadia, Olivia went by Lib's side, and rubbed the back of the stallion's ears. The pony seemed to like it, and rubbed his head close to Olivia, which got the girl giggling.
"He's so gentle!", she said, grinning.
"Like I said, he's a very special pony," said Angie. "Aren't you, you big, pretty stallion?"
Lib whinnied, affectionately. His tail flickered behind his large equine rear. And suddenly Heather laughed.
"He's pooping!"
Olivia burst out laughing too. Sure enough, they watched as a few puffs of pony droppings plopped onto the grass below, from the stallion's fat, donut-like pucker. Lib turned aside to look at his own handiwork.
"He's a little messy, isn't he?" Miss Angie giggled, patting his rump. Truly, Lib was embracing his new role as an animal of nature. It all made his cock stir in his sheath once again.
As the last droppings fell (with one of them bouncing off Lib's hefty testicles) , the pony stallion stayed on the spot, and bent down for some grass. Meanwhile, Nadia trotted to the nearby stream for a drink, and lapped up some water. The girls and Angie sat down on the grass together, and watched the ponies freshening up, under a yellowing, late-afternoon sky.
"So...do you know how to talk to other animals?", Heather asked.
"Oh, a little," said Angie, cheekily. "I know my way with them."
"You're an animal trainer?", Olivia asked.
"Hmmm, I'm more of an animal lover. But you can say I'm an expert on animal love, too!" The witch grinned. "In fact, that's why I brought the both of you here! To this special spot."
Both girls looked at each other, then at Angie. "What do you mean?", asked Olivia, with some uncertainty.
Miss Angie's grin grew wider, and ever more mischievous. As she answered, the witch had already pictured a perfect change for these two best friends...