Tha applause died off and the last crowd was walking out. Stephen Madame Illusia, the new Princess, a Blood Hound dog, and a snorting bull stood backstage.
Madame Illusia was first to offer the Princess her congratulations. Picking up a note pad she scrolled a name and address for the princess to call. Her note was to the Park management office. No doubt that the Princess would soon have her own exibit.
Once the Princess walked out to her new life the Madame kneeled down to face a man now defaced. "Given a choice of remaining a stud dog or returning to human form what would you prefer now dear sir?" asked
Madame Illusia in a loving voice.
Stephen was quick to suggest that the local Sheriff office might be in need of a tracking dog. "He could bring quite the sum of money if he stayed a blood hound!" said Stephen.
Madame looked into the now dark shinning eyes and saw a mind mostly dog fighting to stay in control. Suddenly the big dog stepped close and pushing his head beneath the Madame's toga he pressed his cold wet nose into her broad old vagina.
The Madame stood up quickly at first with a scowel and then changing to a wide smile. "Some thrill of many to come, Aye doggy! Stephen take him to a cage and call the Sheriff's office in the morning!" she said with the wave of her hand.
Turning toward the snorting bull she saw a cigar smoking woman at the stage door. The Madame' walked directly over to confront the tough looking woman. "Is there something you need deary?" asked the Madame.
"Yea Honey I need my husband back, him the Spanish king over there!" she said pointing at the snorting and hoof stomping bull.
"He was my meal ticket Honey! I'm out in the cold even more than he is as the perfect bull you made him into. So I'm stuck with him and without him, but at least he had money! So Honey if you could see us clear change him back and I'll send ya' a check!" said the woman looking tough as bull meat.
"I believe he would make you even more money just placed out to stud. Yet if you brought me say $2000. dollars tomorrow I'd find a way to give him back to you Deary," said Madame.
The woman stood considering the offer and with a smile stepped over as to shake Madame's hand and seal the bargin. A click of steel against steel rang out and the woman made a arm swing toward Madame Illusia.
The twinkling sight of bright sharp steel held in the woman's hand came into view. Madame' in a quick action held out the palm of her hand. A hand with a ring very much the same as the new Princess now owned. The palm of her hand touched the forehead of the raged woman, locking her actions mid stride.
Suddenly the woman's actions froze, unable to move or make a sound she was at the mercy of Madame.
Stephen stood agasp to one side as he also witnessed the unfolding situation. "Halt Woman!" yelled the Madame'.
The bull was now quiet as he and Stephen looked at Madame. The flashing anger in her eyes told of the terror she was about to unloose.
Madame began to walk around the stiffened woman. Her thoughts of anger coupled with year of experiance dealing with jerks, fools, and depraved minds. "I should do as you ask and have that bull be your husband again. I think he would be very willing for you to become his first cow in a long line of sexual conquests. That you would find to be most sensual! No doubt being milked daily and dropping calves would be right up your alley!"
The woman's eyes were so ever wide with the thought of becoming a cow to her bullish husband. "Naked with a tail, her udders showing and swaying as she stepped along! The feeling of being mounted by a raged bull and doing in all in public too! The loss of her comfortable lifestyle, then a pasture, barn, or pen. No more shopping for clothes she would wear the furry hide of a cow! She was really scared!"
"I see by your eyes the thought tickles your fancy!" said the Madame knowing all too well that it was just the opposite.
"Instead the man you hated will stay the bull he so much deserves to remain! Yet you need a meal ticket, a way of life in which you can sleep all day and fuck around all night. That type of life would befit such as you, and we have someone we know would enjoy you!"
A few hated Latin words and a swirling cloud enclosed a silently screaming woman. Stepping back she snapped her fingers for Stephen to come near. Cries and whimpering came form the whirling cloud till all sounds stopped and the cloud disappeared.
Laying in a fetal position was a full grown bitch of a Blood Hound dog.
Stephen stepped up and with lots of practise clipped a collar and lead rein to the now rather mixed up female.
"Take the happy bitch to her sire and stud! Let him stroke her senseless tonight and then call the Sheriff and offer him two very intelligent Hounds."
Snap went the latch on the cage that now held a willful stud male and a lustful bitch of a female. Not long before the cage was jumping as two Hounds of a kind went on humping.
The Madame turned to the bull with now tear filled eyes. His last vestage of human exsistance had just been wiped off the earth. He stepped up to the pen's side rail. No longer snorting, pawing the ground and making the normal sounds of a bull not too happy he stood calm and begging.
"Stephen! In the morning call the Pleasure Island Farm manager and ask him if he sold any fighting bulls to Mexico this year? I think we have a prize animal to bring top dollar!" said Madame Illusia with a smile.