The laughter of Mrs. Ranskin along with my new state had me wishing that maybe Ben might be better off. I watched her walk toward the stables until my host lost interest. Swooshing about in a violent manner my body slapped from side to side as the pony stallion trotted off to graze.
It would seem Mrs. Ranskin had some idea where Ben's body and soul had vanished to from her spell of spell's. A step inside the stable she spied Mason the only other stallion on the farm. Stepping close the great beast new his master and thought for food. Clipping a rein to the 16 hand tall Percheron she tugged him out of his stall.
The rein clipped to a holding ring fastened to a support post of the stable she knelt down and smiled. A small pair of eyes now starred back from just above and to each their side for the great stallion's sheath. Mrs. Ranskin ran her left hand down the belly to a large navel just ahead the sheath. As her nibble fingers danced a swirling figure around that spot Mason became aroused.
The lady watched a massive black shaft fill with blood and fall quickly to stout attention. Now her fingers dropped to the anterior end of the shaft and again swirled over the inflated glands. The shaft thickened till veins stuck out along the length. As black soft skin stretched so tight the shaft strained to it's absolute fullness. The stallion Percheron stretched his stance and readied for a enjoyable round of masterbation.
The two small eyes blinked as all this actions began. Mrs. Ranskin gave a soft chuckle and then spoke. "Ben I bet you still have no idea where the spell I cast has sent you! Well the actions of your lady friend changed my spell, as you might have been a fine bull for ultimate sale, you now are a real swinger!" she said as now bold laughter rung about the stable.
The Percheron stallion above only had one thing going in his mind as the long shaft began to pump up and down. Mrs. Ranskin wrapped her two hands about the flexing shaft. The mass of a Percheron's penis was more than eight inches across at the sheath, and narrowed oh so slightly to a five inch wide gland in the end. The lady's hands surrounded the moving shaft making the stallion feel as if he was inside his dreamed up mare.
"Ben, I know you can see, hear, and you can think too! I hope for your sake the abilty to smell and taste are gone less you might feel a little sick so soon. What hangs before your sight is the round barreled belly of my prize winning Percheron stallion. Your friend's lust changed my spell and merged her into the Sumtawa Stallion. She too is a swinger, and is now the sheath and penis of the pony. I asked the spirits to make you members together of the same breed. Well by her actions the two of you are members together. You Benjamin Kazan now stretch your body stiff as the big cock belonging to my Mason. You are the horse's cock, the shaft of his sexual pleasure. Now the animal is insensed and works up a round of equine masterbation. The semen shall rush down the length of your body and spew about the ground. In time you shall have a front row seat as Mason mounts and plunge's this new body you are into the black lips of his mate's sex. Deep into her body shall you be thrust. As he begins to hump her and thrusts you deep and retacts to plunge again I'm sure the word joy will come to mind. NOw then I leave you and Mason to your special time together as I have a police car to get rid of, bye bye, swinger!" with that comment and laughing she left the stallion masterbating and Ben looking on in terror.
Walking outside the lady scooped up Ben's clothes and stepped over to the policecar. tossing the clothes into the front seat she climbed inside. The keys were left in the ignition and soon Marcia and Chuck watched the speeding car leave the farm.
Her quick plan was to run the car onto the railroad tracks just West from a blind cornering curve. She was sure that one of the many high speed coal train would swoop around the curve and blast the car into scrap. As she parked the cruiser over the rails she arranged the clothes as if their owns were in the proper seats. She lifted her head to the sound of a distant whistle.
Quickly she exited the vehicle and walked down the road for a safe vantage point. Mrs. Ranskin was not too lucky this night! As her hearing noted the diesel train's blowing horn, her eyes saw a new trouble approaching on the roadway. Coming over the rise of that road was the Policecar of the Chief. The Lady stood stranded in the open between a parked car over some tracks and the on coming Chief's car.
Mrs. Ranskin stood powerless, no silver rings adorned her fingers now. No prepared spell graced her lips. Being the wife of a Wizard she never learned his mastered ways, just dabbled in making troubles.
The Chief's car pulled to a stop next to the Lady. "Good early morning, Mrs. Ranskin, Oh and what do I see but car 13 about to be smashed into microns. I'm sorry for you, the coming train won't swing about the curve and smash my policecar into nothing! The train is a East bound and can see the car well off. In fact the train coming up Allan's hill can stop quite quickly when he see's a red flare." explained the Chief.
Walking arm in arm with Mrs. Ranskin they came to stand beside the tracks. A quick flick of the flint and a road flare glowed bright red. As the Chief stuck his flare to standing position into a wooden tie he turned to give a look at Mrs. Ranskin.
"Tell me woman what of Miss Marcia Caldwell and what about Ben?"