Were Necessary

You would ask that if it were possible to change, then change occasionally you would then enjoy, either at the full moon, or another time, but not remaining beastly all the time and for the rest of time.

Your sly try at retaining some of what you are and were is seen by the witch as a ploy, and she so states her disgust.

"Dare you to try and tell me what is and shall be the truth for the likes of you, why such as you are just another boorish creature...mm...yes...alright, I shall agree to your request, but according to mt interpretation!"

Circling hands move about before you as she is calling around the spirits, demons, devils, and the like to do her perverse will upon another victim.

She speaks if maybe in the old language called Latin, working her words and pleading for the forthcoming of what she thinks is something interesting to make of you into just what you did and would not not want.

You wish to speak, again putting your wishes on the table and place before her and all that then swirl about you as some wispy black cloud of coarse feeling gases.

"Were you a good friend I might of made out of this puny body an animal of great stature, a proud horse, a stallion, and left with your human length of life and continued virility to be a stud for many decades to come; but now you will heel to my disgust instead!" So said the witch, her very words burned into your mind, as if a brand on the rump of some beast.

Written by T.K. Rustin

Whirl and Twirled

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