Spelstorm Manor

Wild and the desperate

Mark felt so different, he could not hold a worried concern for what was happening to Sei, as Mark thought then only of feeling corralled by the mansion walls, he had a need for the wide open freedom of the good green earth.

New passions and a real need became the conveyance for one changed into a pony to make a mad dash out of that room, down a grand stairway, and out the still opened front door of the mansion. Had he known more about the mansion and that playroom, such changes happened there often to the children who came to play. Play time and a play room, but if one who had seen their body change did leave the room, venturing to the outer hall, their changed self would last the week. Further movements only added to the stay inside a different form, but to leave the cursed mansion was damning too much, as for Mark when he left the power glamor giving walls, his pony body became his own new self.

Squealing with excited whinnies, Mark dashed outside the mansion, across the front lawn, out the main gate and along down the old gravel road to a place more befitting someone of his species.

"Mark,his self as one matured in age is wild and free from the mansion where his situation began, he looks eagerly at others of his new species, he having his first true equine thoughts of passion and arousal."

The sounds of fast running heavy feet charging along the upstairs floor, and down the cherry wood staircase to the all tiled front foyer alerted the others as they searched of something odd happening. Odd indeed, as for Sei still in the playroom, he having fallen and touched then a sheepskin rug there found the wool sprouting out of his skin.

Whimpering of the fear he feels, seeing his arms sprouting sheep wool, he wants to cry out for help, but what issues out his mouth sounds more like a lamb calling out to its mother. Anguished only then for himself, Sei forgets about Mark becoming a pony and running away, his troubles are just beginning and he is allergic to sheep wool, it makes him scratch.

A scramble of uncoordinated arms and legs amid their conforming to something very different and new, Sei hand climbs up the front face of a dresser draws using the pull handles to gain an upright stance.

Sei sighs, relieved he could stand upright, the stance though brings on renewed concerns, as a look downward sees not shoes with feet in them, but cloven black hooves and woolly legs. Sad that he had worn his short pants that day, but from what seemed hemmed inside and rather bunched to feeling some discomfort; Sei used one still human hand to pop the snap and let fall his pants to the floor.

"Golly,"Sei chides what he sees, in utter disbelief of what looms then so extra large in his wool covered groin, hung two woolly balls, his sheepish testicles, and somewhere above them he felt his new maleness crawling upward, seeking a place for his sheath and an exit to let free his one lusty delight.>P ...>

Wool offers Sei as sense of warm comfort and protection from insects that bite. He stands there wavering on cloven hooves, his one free working hand fumbles for his new sheath and when finding it he starts to throttle his maleness into a wishfully larger and much longer erection

A welling up of a sense of wondrous joy fills his changing chest, Sei finds his sense of horror fading, as he lusts more for the new sensations he might delight, he becoming a hearty Ram. "Ram," a name of what he would soon become and as he thinks about it, the word is in its meaning what he longs to do with his shaft to a ewe. Perverse desires begin to well up, taking control from a rational human mind and inserting thoughts of bestial fornication. The playroom is as much for the young as it was for those older and more capable to enjoy the erotic things more matured people like!