“Complacent and Willing”
Kurt felt his guts begin to churn; the searing burning sensation down in his groin began to move, sliding between his legs and building in its intensity as it moved closer to his puckering anus.
Tears of fear and pain welled from the corners of then growing eyes.
Kurt knelt there in a crouched manner on stage. His wish to humiliate his friends had turned upon him and now this supposed magician and likely, a witch was wishing for him to be both as an animal and making him to become as a she.
He already having a dark tanned skin from his two times a week venture to the tanning salon seemed to be darkening. As skin changed to become blacker, it toughened, changed to horsehide and then came a rolling wave of dappled gray, black, and white over coating of fur.
Jerking from his kneeling position, Kurt stood halfway hung over with arms then dangling, both changing, as if soon to be as his or her fore legs.
Slowly, Kurt turned his changing head toward Madame, her son standing next to her, he holding a horse bridle and the reins needed to help keep an animal under his control.
A turn of the head toward those he once thought of as friends met with even less suggestions of any consideration for him and his becoming equine and her.
Anxiety built within the mind and body, it culminating when human teeth fell from a changing mouth, clambering into a strewn pile on the stage floor.
Toothless for just a few moments, Kurt felt he was truly being damned.
Eyes clinched tight shut when inside an enlarged mouth, a bigger, thicker tongue felt the nubs of new teeth taking root and pressing out of already sore gums.
The audience grew quiet, all intently watching as by magic and before their eyes a man was changing slowly, bit by bit, becoming as is a horse and as well forced beyond his transformation to change in gender as well!
“Wham,” and the changing powers ensued with expanding human muscles to become equine muscularity. This began to make massive changes how Kurt looked to the audience and as much to his own manner of thinking about being alive.
A forced snicker from one of his five stiffened friends brought Madame to act candid, as she began to laugh in her rare but thrilled manner of being maniacal toward her stage guests.
“You think what I have done to Kurt is somehow funny, as if you would agree it is righteous for Kurt to become a horny nymphomaniac mare?” Madame pointedly inquired of Bill, she pointing her arthritic index finger in his direction.
His gazing eyes met hers, and as if some magical power raced from Madame to Bill, he sunk to his knees, eyes wide as if held by surprise or a sense of terror.
“Mares enjoy mating and from this have foals, when Kurt becomes her new self she will have everything in proper working order. One such item is her equine udder, it shall fill with her milk and a foal would help her adjust as it would help a foal to grow and gain its way into a life of equine employment.
A dappled gray Percheron mare should have a foal of her likeness, be it you Bill that I deem to make as a Percheron colt. You shall suckle her teats, drink your way to life and body, living then as does a colt, yearling, and maturing into a fine big stud to come and mate with the mare who mothered you along, yes Bill, you now become as her foal!” Madame doomed Bill, she smiled at him, then grinning to her audience, asked of them, “What say my audience, shall I release these four to return to their human lives, or make of them five more foals to want of milk from a sex crazy mare?”
The audience lay silent, all still eying the massive growth and changes that racked over Kurt, he standing then on all fours, having four equine legs, a busy and nervous tail, but turned toward the audience and did wink her nether lips as if begging for some male to quell her raging need.
Popping of adjusting bone joints and an occasional jerking lurch of Kurt as pains struck, fading quickly and her unquenchable lust for feeling her body sexually assaulted went on to drive her mad.
Snorting with a violent rush, and Kurt watched with her eyes as Steven moved closer, he lifting the bridle of assured obedience to cover her head, and the reins that he would lead a lust bug Percheron mare to stand beside a horny but gelded Percheron male that remembered when he still had his nuts.
Eyes of the audience turned to watching Bill become as a Percheron foal. All seemed intent on this, but from the backstage corral, a screaming whinny of Kurt the mare, she then thrilled as her gelded friend stood upright and sunk for fun his shaft into her needy self.
“The lusting passion of a sex crazy mare is a wonderful sound to these dread filled halls. Listen closely, hear the sound of one mighty male shaft making sucking sounds as a gelded fool stands and tries to feel like he were still a stallion. Listen too, hear the seductive moans of a female horse desiring her mate to dwell ever deeper, thrusting, and moving inside of her, his shaft coming to touch at things a male human mind could never comprehend.
I hear the thoughts of the wishful stud, he is pleading to higher powers, begging to have his balls returned, longing to feel that rush of semen when it should spew out of his rod and impregnate a willing mare.” Madame said, she as much ready to grant that male gelding his one wild and bestial wish, but not unless her audience gives its final authorization.