"One story from the archive of K. Rooste"

The ding-dong of his doorbell sent Kevin running to see if it came.
Fumbling with the door bolt lock he with some calling on greater powers got the damn thing open.

There it was a large box made for shipping the oceans wide. Big and strong enough for a pregnant Elephant to sit on and not squash the box flat. A humpf as he lifted the box and with a kick of his right foot the front door slammed shut.

Kevin had tried so many ways to afford a transformation of himself from human to animal he'd lost count. In desperation he'd even got on the Web and made remarks about Wicca religion and the fools who thought they were something special. Yet try as he did the only thing he could account to his remarks was when he won fifty million dollars in the state lottery, that was when he got damned!

Care taken as the box was cut open he longed to read the pages of this book of books.

At last he removed it from those rotten plastic peanuts and brushing it off he walked into the living room. A click and a flick he turned on some Nielsen's symphony #3. "Sinfonia Espansiva". A wing around of the volume control put in knotch 28 as he sat down to expound on his purchase.

The cover of black hand tooled leather had a demonic crest as he turned to the index page. A-to-Z the spells were endless as he read down the long and heavy parchment pages.

Kevin was never a man for reading old documents and this one too was written in Latin as well. A try to pronounce the words made little sense and he found it welcome the previous owner penciled in English translations of the titles.

T....Transformations:
by day
by night
one day
one week
one month
one cycle of the full moon
one cycle of the new moon
one year from the time of a spell's incantation
two years from the time of a spell's incantation
three years after...............................
A decade after...................................
A natural animal's life time after..............................
The human host's life time after..................................
one hundred years after............................................
A thousand years of beastial hell on earth...........................
Eternity to time remotest end.........................................

Kevin had to try just one and for what time allotted? A day or night seemed far too short as did one day but a week could give the true feeling of how it might feel to be a beast of this world.

The Caption read Genus Bos, in pencil the definition was written, Male sire of Genus Bos.

"That for me!" said Kevin as he wrote down the spell, short and sweet. The time was now and for one week from completion of the incantation.

Thus Kevin began to dabble with the devil, his demon hosts, and put all the past fool tries to rest.

Kevin was about ready to make the spell into an incantation and feel the power he hoped was held within the pages of this book. Lucky, but as he said the first word the phone began to ring.

A grab for the phone out of an instinctive act brought the sound of a familiar voice.

"Kevin, this is Master Bogo De'Jure and I have that transformational spell curse ready for your enjoyment!"

Kevin's memory of this sham was to say the least was not good. The Master' had tried before to cast a spell on the one personage Kevin wanted to be changed from human to a Shetland Pony Stallion. He had asked before and others tried to do there Wicca best but none had the power to accomplish the task. Yet just the hearing of the Master's name drew up visions of some money grubbing jerk doing his damnedest to weasel money out of those who would seek true people of power.

"Your too late I have in my possession the "Book of Black Spells" so I don't need any of your Wicca hocus pokus!" said Kevin showing his disgust for this so called Master of the Wicca religion.

Angered words flew in both directions till Kevin made the blunder and spilled the beans. "Look if you must know the victim of my spell was me! I for decades have longed to be other than this weak human and feel the strength and renewed self to become a Shetland stallion. You are weaker in your powers than I, and now I have the book! I have the power and maybe as I learn the book and it's ways you shall feel the joy of being a mare for me to f*** over as you keep trying to do to me!" argued Kevin.

A roar of strange words flew from the Master's mouth as Kevin hung up the phone.

Now after this confrontation Kevin was feeling hot under the collar. He got up and walking to the sun porch he began to open windows. The fresh country breeze of Central Wisconsin flowed through the porch and swirled about the living room.

Who can say if the Wicca Master did or did not have any power as the stiff breeze did Kevin an injustice which he's have to learn to live with for a long time to come. As Kevin removed his clothes and donned a bath robe the breeze flipped page after page of the Spell book as it laid on the coffee table.

At last Kevin was cooled down and returned to the reading of his spell with a mug of fresh cool water. The Book laid open and Kevin not thinking to check sat down on the couch and peered over the incantation he was about to give a try.

"OK, lets try this!" as Kevin's tongue strained to pronounce the Latin words he filled in the open spaces with his name, the time, the place and finally the description of what he wanted most. "A Shetland stallions penis to feel and enjoy! To be and know the joy of strength and stamina! To be part of the real sexual act between my stallion's cock and the mare chosen to mount! I Kevin L. Rooste for one week.................................., ugg!" as Kevin was halted he felt so very strange.

A spasm of uncontrolled shuddering of his head body and legs sent him into a feeling of extreme terror. He tried to stammer out the words to finish his spell but as the spasm increased in severity he was captured by the moment.

He found his eyes slammed shut and then released moments later. This happened again and again as he watched his skin changing color to that of a charcoal black. Kevin feet felt as if they were swelling and peering down when his eyes were opened he indeed saw they were looking like basket balls.

Kevin tried to reach for his swollen feet but found his arms would not work. As he struggled for control against the horrid feeling of helplessness he gazed to the Spell book open on the table. The print was glowing a Sharpe tone of red as the scent in the air seemed to be of burning sulfur.

Breathing seemed to make his very chest and neck stiffen and give waves of sensual pleasure feelings. A yawn which lasted for more than a minute made his mouth feel soft and loose with a strange acrid taste of salt.

I peering gaze toward those swollen feet saw them to look as if they had swollen beyond basket ball size and were three times that heading to Chinese basket ball's in size.

Now both legs and arms seemed useless as Kevin tried to sit up on the couch. A quick look to the Spell book saw it's red lettering dulling and cooling down as the spell finished it's curse.

Kevin could feel a dullness over the length of his entire body. Inching himself to the edge of the couch he took a deep breath and tried to stand.

Suddenly the strange sensual sensation made his back stiffen and with little trouble he stood up. Now standing he tried to walk. His legs were stiff and seemed locked together as he tried to move and had no luck when standing to look down. However he could look upward with strange ease and seemed to find this pose even rather sensual.

Kevin worked his swollen feet to move with a twisting waddle and began to move toward the bath room and the full length mirror for to see what he looked like. Little by little he worked his way over to the bathroom door. As he twisted his waddle action the silly feeling of sensual thrills pulsed up and down his frame.

At last he was entering the bathroom, a tired feeling was making him loose the strength to stand up straight. A kink in his midsection made him feel as if the very air was being sucked out of him. Then to help himself over the threshold he urged himself to hop from the carpeted floor to stand on the cold tile of the bathroom.

The hop made his swollen feet slap the cold floor which sent a sharp pain up his body length. Whether it was the urge, the hop, or the resulting pain he felt his body stiffening again and was able to stand and look into the mirror.

"Oh my word!" was the thought to say but words could not come from what was Kevin's mouth. There standing in true stallion glory was Kevin. His dark and almost black skin showing puffed veins running from head to feet. Long feeler hairs stuck out here and there. He blinked his wide separated eyes and as he took a breath his soft lips opened atop his flattened head to allow the air in.

His arms were gone, and legs merged into one flexible stalk. As he peered into the mirror a wild sexual passion was building. The feeling of an aching almost pain in his feet began to strain upward into his body.

Kevin tried to hold back the horrible pressure building but as his body grew very rigid the battle was lost. Suddenly with great force the surge of pressure roared up the length of his frame and with chug after jolting chug a stallion size load of yellowish and white cum shot out his mouth atop his very flat dic head.

As semen and gallons of cum splashed the bathroom ceiling Kevin stood in horror to see he had become a large stallion's balls and cock. Standing a good eight foot tall his dic body was a good three feet around. Kevin's feet were now huge testicles of a stallion LARGE!

His entire body was one large long round flat headed pony cock. He'd shed a tear if possible but even as he felt the terror of the reflection from the cum covered mirror he had another building surge.

Again like the first his cock body jerked from pleasure as load after load of thick globby yellowed semen roared up and out of his dichead's mouth. The ceiling, mirror and walls were becoming coated in congealing semen.

Standing still erect and with masturbation after sexual thrill Kevin's dic balls kept making gallons of cum and semen. Hour after hour we by as afternoon moved on to evening of the first day as a stallion's cock.

The pressure and surge was at first a real thrilling feeling but as hours passed the feeling waned. As morning sun light gleamed in the bathroom window Kevin looked about the stenched bathroom.

Strings of congealed cum hung from ceiling to floor. Globs of dried semen were stuck to the walls in all directions. The reflection of the floor saw congealed stuff a foot deep over the bathroom floor, "YUCK!"

The Summer's sun warmed the bathroom and with it gave an easy feeling to Kevin's cock body. Slowly at first his midsection softened and his cock head fell to bounce off the bathroom counter.

Kevin just was so tired he didn't care. Slowly his cock body was being drawn down into a sheath. It wasn't until his cock head felt the slime of horse cum washing over the face end of the cock head that he realized the depth of his flood of semen.

Suddenly Kevin knew if he relaxed into the sheath as a soft cock would he's drown in his own flood of horse come covering the bathroom floor. Who can say how his cock body would react but the fear brought renewed stiffness and quickly he stood up straight and hard again.

Kevin was to say the least not comfortable standing on his stallion's balls and spewing loads of horse cum and semen from ceiling to floor.

As wave after passioned wave moved up and down his cock body he began to lose that original desire to feel the sensations of a horse size cock.

Morning of the second day caused twenty two loads to spew into the bathroom. The afternoon was equally a problem as the spreading semen loads were leaking out into the hallway leading to his bedroom.

Evening came and with the late sundown Kevin told both time and loads. A total of eighty one loads of horse cum shot and flowed about filling in the bathtub, the sauna, the entire bathroom floor. A foot deep the congealed semen piled so deep on the floor and bubbled and streamed out the doorway and down the hall.

At midnight the phone rang three times till the answering machine took the call. "Hello Kevin, I know you can still here me and I'm adding my little taunting to your situation. The Shetland stallion's cock your now enjoying will by week's end be and remain yours for your life to come! It's all arranged, I found six more powers and as they plus I wheel the power you can be assured a sensual time ahead! Bye bye stud!" said Master DeJure.

Those wonderful thoughts fell as a bigger part of a curse gone way wrong as Kevin began a new morning of chugging and spewing load after load.

It was the morning of day four when looking about Kevin realized the bathroom was then over five feet deep on congealed semen which was now beginning to solidify about his large testicles. A puzzled wonderment of how deep it might be when the seventh day was done and he could rest.

The spell rolled onward as day five saw a total of ninety one loads and the level of semen now topped six feet deep. As Kevin stood erect his cock body was since being supported by the towering loads of drying and thickening layers of his own accursed' semen.

It was the afternoon of his seventh day when the truth of cockdom came to light. "It isn't the thrill of feeling my cock as much as the sensation of using it as the thing was made for, in the first place!" thought Kevin.

Kevin was unable to sleep as a horse cock does not sleep. An erection can happen to the stallion host whether awake or asleep, it don't matter. Sundown of what he thought was the seventh day found the flat level of horse cum and semen to be just inches from covering his eight foot tall flat head.

Then came the planned reprieve as Kevin felt his body in ways which only could be if one was again human. As arms and legs spread away from the black cock body he felt an ease feeling.

Kevin having been six foot seven inches tall now found himself shrinking into the cassum left by his over sized cock body self. A worse problem yet was the top six inches of still liquid semen and cum began to drain down the whole left from his shrinking form. A waterfall of cum and semen, some on congealed globs flowed like thunder filling the void.

Looking up Kevin wondered if he could crawl out over the top of the mountain of semen. Yet too, he wondered if while waiting for the voided tube to fill enough to crawl out, could he tread semen like a swimmer in water?

Kevin prayers were answered for as the tube filled he was able to kick and tread the thickening liquid till he at last slithered out the top. Slither he did as covered in his own horse semen he was naked and with a little urge he eased out the transom window of the bathroom to slide down the mountain of overflow in the hall.

A look around saw the mess he'd caused in not being cautious and understanding the Spell book before trying a quick spell. A jump in the swimming pool offered a cleaning of body. A kitchen towel was all he had to dry off with as his bathroom and linen closet were rather full right now.

A phone call to United Rent-All he asked for a mini backhoe to be delivered for personal use over the next few days. Indeed he had a mess of a mess! One might think, where would someone so unlucky to dig out and remove hundreds of pounds and hundreds of cubic feet of dried horse semen filling his house?

The mini Backhoe was delivered that afternoon as Kevin sat aboard he started to dig a hole in the back lawn with the idea of burying his loads of problem.

A spade shovel in hand and his wheelbarrow he went to work chipping out chunks of his load. Load after wheelbarrow load went from back of house to dump off the edge of his deck into a might big hole out back.

Frank Whittle a retired police detective watched with his field glasses as Kevin worked like a beaver cleaning his mess. A good neighbor to have around, but this time he would not have been too welcomed. Even Kevin ended up using his old spray paint mask to cover the stench of his mountain of horsey stuff.

It was about nine at night when Kevin broke from his work to sit down with a can of beer and rest. The hallway was cleared out and half the bathroom shoveled into the much bigger hole out back. A personal need suddenly arouse as Kevin thought to take a good manly piss, but where? The Jon was still buried in semen and so the tub. Pinching himself tight he ran for the deck and as he unzipped and let loose the rush both he and Frank saw something strange.

Kevin's maleness was much, much more than normal. The spell cast by Master DeJure and his own kooky spell had left Kevin one fine, long, black Shetland pony stallion's cock.

Frank about choked as he saw the massive cock in Kevin's hands and he turned to get his ticket book when Kevin began a true stallion ritual of open masturbation. Jerking and jumping about his deck Kevin was getting on his new and larger toy.

Then, "Hey jerk-off get your pecker in those pants!" came the yell from Frank as Kevin knew he was caught by one of Wisconsin's finest.

Kevin knew then that his actions of the day were observed by at least one person. The evening was one of restless turning as he had terrible dreams of really becoming a horse cock some day by accidental spelling himself again. In some strange way he actually liked the continued feelings of being jerked off by some host creature. It was early in the morning when Kevin awoke to seeing the blanket and bed sheet tented, towering above him. As he removed the covers he smiled with a satisfied feeling as his new pony stallion's cock was in full erection.

Even as the pulsing monster stood arched upward from his sheath the member took over Kevin's sexual desires. Hands wrapped around the long and black shaft caressed and soothed the wild desire to find a fulfilling type of mate.

A jump up and bounce from his bed sent him into a frenzy of masturbation as the pony cock whipped about. One hand choking back the cum as it wrapped the flared flat end of his cock, as his other hand held onto the bathroom counter. A fast round of pelvic thrusting he imagined himself behind a mare as he humped away in pure delight.

A squirt of cum and four shots covered his reflection in the mirror with globs of pony semen. It was then he knew his mind.

A dash off to the living room as his cock flailed about flinging drips of cum everywhere. A plop on the couch and is seconds he opened the Spell book. A quick check of the index he went right for the transformation section and then to the long sub-listings.

"PONY!" Undetermined breed, (must be specified)
"Gender!" (must be specified)
"Duration!" (must be specified, or spell is permanent)
"Health!" (specify if healthy or sickly)
"Mental Prowess!" (specify if human memories, intelligence, human brain abilities (speech, rational thought, mental coordination) blending instinct with human thought patterns)
"Sexual preference!" (straight or gay ideals)
"Pleasure preference!"
a. Most desired actions:
Procreate
Fondling Play
Licking
Nibbling
Teat Sucking
Cock Sucking
Horse Tag
Alluring Young Girls
Tempting Young Males
Grazing (Grass, Grains, Fodder, Manure, After Birth)
Masturbating (how often)
Seeking Shade
Cock Wagging
Cock Hanging (Sun Tanning or Showing the Wares)
Unspecified Lusting

b. Least Desired Actions
Harnessed
Saddled
Crated
Fondled
Mounted
Licked
Sucked ( Animal type or Human)
Nibbled
Tempting Young Girls
Tempting Young Boys

c. Feared
Other Animals
Humans
1.Boys
2.Girls
3.Other
Sexual Injury
Animal Life
Animal Instincts
Animal Lusts
Animal Jealousy

Kevin looked at the list and hung his head in anguish of uncertain desires. Here before him was the way and the power to give him his hearts desires and he didn't know how to use the Book.

It was then a rough knock came to the door leading to the kitchen from off the rear deck. Lucky to be in his Jamey bottoms yet Kevin stuck a hand in one pocket to hold the craned member from popping out and up. Then walking stiffly he went to the back door.

There in his State Police brown and gold golf shirt and pants stood his neighbor Frank peering in the window.

"Hi Frank!" said Kevin as he opened the back door.

"Some strange going's on about here the last two days, and even last week! I've kept an eye on the neighborhood just for safety sake but you there Kevin, you are now top on my list!" said Marshall Frank.

"Well thanks a lot Frank it's good to know your watching over the place, security is high on my list too!" said Kevin.

"You don't get it do ya boy! I'm watching out for perverts and criminals, but you top the list as of last night!" argued Frank.

Kevin now realized he'd been seen working and cleaning his flood of semen mess and the moment of pleasure he had out on the deck with his new pony stallion sized pecker. "Well have a good day Frank, I need to get dressed and off to my work!" said Kevin even though he didn't work anymore since he won a truckload of money.

As Kevin went back to the couch his pecker began to stiffen again as a weird thought touched his mind.

"Frank you are going to be my downfall! Maybe a practice Spell is in order and you Frank could protect and serve me well!" thought Kevin as a smile spread his face.

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, a surprise awaits!

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^_^ i think its a very original concept and would love to see more of this written....a 10 for you :lol:

Please write more, this is really intresting. :lol:

interesting very interesting.