Ken the Mule, Jeb, Stella, Henry, Clay Fenton, and six grown siblings, all looked at Doc Fenton. "Magic potions won't touch me, said Doc!" She stood glaring a hate filled stare.
Ken, mule that he was in form walked toward the steamed Doc. seeing him walk close, as Stella also approached. "Doc Fenton, you’re a stubborn mean woman,” said Stella, as she continued speaking and said what she knew to be the truth. “Maybe for this one he is not naturally sterile for being as a mule, but so endowed and able to breed. He has just proved himself a stud, he mating so lovingly with that roan mare."
"Jeb, you let him mount and mate that fine mare,” screamed the Doc.
"I wasn't here when it occurred, but Stella allowed him to mount and...."
"Stella, you have done this aggression toward all that's natural in nature,” said the one shaking with anger, Doc.
"Yes, and no, for he came well endowed before the changing of his species. He was then a very sexy looking man to boot! Yet how exactly could someone step in and between two such large animals and say, stop that! Do you think that the animals your kindred made them to be would, or could stop their instincts?" Stella asked, she acting very coy and reasoning.
In the fit of anger, Doc Fenton allowed Stella to walk to within two feet of where she stood.
Jeb called to his daughter, asking but as much insisting she to turn and run, keeping a safer distance from the volatile Doc Fenton.
Stella walked directly up to the seething angry Doctor, as she put her nose to touch a very sweatier nose and said, "I respect my elder, you make it difficult for a girl to keep her sanity."
"Sanity, said the Doc, “You are insane allowing that beast to mate! If that mare had an ounce of self-integrity, she should have kicked his oranges' into the next county."
"We have need of a good mare,” said Stella, “And you could be next for the stud mule to mate!"
Suddenly, Stella jabbed Doc Fenton in the arm with a syringe full of D.N.A. Reformation Serum. In a flash, she stuck then the 3cc syringe into a strong right arm.
"I told you, magic does not work on me, as I am superior," said Doc, she slapping Stella in the face and knocking her to the stable floor.
Pulling her gun slowly and pointing it at Stella, Doc smiled and looked over a stunned Stella to eye two other adversaries, Jeb and Henry.
The Doc jerked suddenly, as then clenched her teeth, as a sharp pain seemed to slice through her head. She reached her left hand to the side of her head, and stood straight up as she starred, wide eyed as if surprised. Her hand that held the gun let it fall to the ground, as she began to holding her head.
Seated there on the ground, Stella picked up the gun and sat smiling up at Doc.
"I bet you feel like a real ass, right Doc, cause if you don't right now, in a few hours from now, Ken will be most happy to console your new and passion lusting desires." Stella chided Doc, and having the gun she then felt safe enough to tell the old woman just what she thought of her.
Jeb looked at Henry, who looked then at Clay Fenton. All of the six others there looked as Doc felt growing her elongating, black furry ears, they standing upright, and twitching.
The Doc was in absolute terror at the realization of her fate. Her lips quivered as she felt them toughen and thicken, and as pin like feeler hairs sprouted from her chin. Nostrils flared wide as her head grew longer. Eyes also grew bigger, turning round and dark brown, moved to the sides of her fast changing head.
Staggering from the onslaught of changing, the Doc reached instinctively for her gun. She then looked down to see Stella smiling and pointing it.
Buttons started to fly off from the front of that handmade leather vest Doc wore as if it were her good luck charm.
As the vest tore loose and the shirt below that started to rip apart, black thick fur sprouted, covering a pair of weak elderly breasts.
Doc turned slightly and pointed at Stella, wishing to say something but all that issued from her donkey lipped mouth came as coarse gruff braying noises.
A raw "HEEEEEEHHAAWWW," blurted out as her arm pointed at Stella.
The hand Doc expected to see was instead a fast changing, solid black shinny hood sticking out the end of a sleeve.
Stance changed suddenly as the Doc needed to stagger her legs. Struggling, she strained to continue to stand in an upright position, but wavered back and fourth, about to fall forward and be then on all fours.