Even as Kevin began the Spell he knew something was wrong as it flowed from his lips.
"A cured' be those fingers that touch the back door, those of malice and intent to harm, allure, and deceive! The touch of the knob need only the touch as they who come shall themselves be allured and deceived for wishing me harm! Be it then the penalty of the malice that once touch they too shall be touched by this Spell! I Kevin L. Rooste doth bequeath my power to put upon, cover, and transform this who touches that knob with so forethoughts. Be, be, be, it then the hand shall stiffen, the arm shall change, this person shall lose their person or humanity and become for me a willing mate in pony form. To be, to then become of black hide covered with dapple grayed hairs, a mare of the Welsh Dale breed! She shall be of willing heart, strong and healthy her whole life long, the mind shall be weak, intelligence there but memories of human life the over time shall wear, it all save the love they have for me and as my mate, will want to be for me such a sexual partner who just can't wait. A primal lust of sex mixed with alluring ways her first desire is enjoy her sex, as next to stand and graze. As the day get warm and hot the shade she shall to seek, there with her love the lust of heart a desire to lick his cock will peak! Her desire is for me and others she will frown as if they all were just a bunch of clowns. A courage yet unknown this mate for me will have no fear of me or others. Then I shall mate with her she shall be there for me till time and life to be for I and her shall see!"
Kevin leaned back his Spell spelled out, ready for when next Frank should come with his malice, deceit, to allure the facts.