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At long and last that final fated day came the next August, and I returned to visit Miss Smyth once again. Standing before the woman I was as usual when alone and in nature, myself, I was naked but for my buckskin hair, having also a black mane and tail. Holding out hands bearing sharp fingernails, almost as claws they were, palms hairy, I was willing to plead, again to be as myself.
"Ah..., ready are we to be as we were a year ago! Not so brash a young boy, we are highly sexual and flaunting our beastly gender!" taunted Miss Smyth of this the Pony girl of my home town. "Please, I am sorry for what Charlie and I did last year. I would do anything for you, anything if just to become more a pony mare and live my life in that form and to that purpose." I said as did beg thinking only of me and not a worry over my family.
Holding up the crystal ball, Miss Smyth called to its powers and wished of me as a longing to become as a whole pony mare, willing I be to do anything asked.
"The Crystal agrees with your request! However it would insist that you remain here and work out your unpaid debts by helping me on the farm. You will be a sexual creature, doing what is necessary for my farm to stay profitable. Have no worry of the other ponies as they like you were people first and remembering that, they are kind each to the others.
As for you, your place here will be one of duty and strength. I am old and in need of more money, you ponies will be rented for riding by children, a stable is begun, and some as horses, others as ponies, you shall make for me monies I need." Miss Smyth said, as for me I thought my pony self was likely over, but not quite!
Collapsing into a heap of hairy flesh, I sat there on the ground, waiting to as the new horror was to come my way. Moaning of my feelings from the power wheeled by Miss Smyth and her mighty crystal, my flesh and body began to wrench, into a new and far stronger form.
Looking up from my accursed situation, I spied now near the road and in her front lawn, a pony size carousel now stood. Turning to look up at Miss Smyth with the question in my thoughts the old woman smiled.
"You will reside as a pony until I have forgotten the reason why you were changed in the first place. I think the last one was pony boy Perry, remember him, he insulted me and for this stands with Charlie humped on his back; both seeking to redeem their reputations. You my young friend were the agent that brought me more playthings. Sally, Ann, Joan, and Marsha await their past friend and counterpart in the barn. One loves her being as a buckskin mare just as you, two as seal brown, the third a Palomino pony mare and one other, is a he a buckskin, but he as a stallion."
Miss Smyth explaining, to he who felt still a poor wretched slut, wished rather of being as one kept permanently remaining as if nineteen, but equine.
That year was back in 1963, and since then for so many years, I walked in circles. My three friends and I, doing what came natural to ponies and working, making the aging witch of a woman her money. We were ponies for forty some years, at last redeemed like S & H green stamps were, returned to the youthful human forms and sent into a changed world. Our parents had no memory of us or in one case were long since dead and gone. Our friends grown up and with families of their own, we four stood alone, except for each remained a friend to the others.
Our time as beasts left us without knowledge gained during years of sensual play and physical work. Penniless in knowledge we milled about for a weeks or more before returning together to beg Miss Smyth for a form to live our lives.
As you might imagine she was not willing to help us along. Joan and Marsha were the first to crack-up. Pony mare lifestyle is living free from so many humanist rules that made the need to conform again to them, caused for mental hardship that people-people could never understand. In months that followed the last two I could talk to as true friends vanished. Then it occurred to me that they might have returned to see Miss Smyth and ask of her to help them cope with life in some different manner.
Deciding not to mentally contact Miss Smyth, as I fell ill to the same troubles of conformity to being human, I went to visit her.
Upon arrival her small farm was a center of activity. There, in what was her front lawn stood a round tent, and under it she had a circular pen and four pretty ponies giving fun rides to happy children. The Barn had a continuous auction happening weekly, as people brought things to sell, and Miss Smyth sold those better favored by them becoming as cattle, sheep, goats, pigs, and a few large and willing mules.
My meeting again she who was my friend and owner, seeing me did smile and motion to the pony ride, she made me an offer I felt dutifully bound to accept.
"Now then, as what of you young and foolish one, be you ready to assume your past role as a pony mare, or maybe this time try the being a stallion and be useful as a stud?" Miss Smyth asked.
My head shook slowly side to side telling her a silent way of saying, no!
"So, you have known there is something more in life that tickles your fancies! You would rather then be then as a stout bull, remembering Charlie, my God give his soul rest." Miss Smyth said.
Suddenly alert to what she just said, I asked her, "Rest, God given rest?"
Miss Smyth hung her head as if of shame or in sorrow. "I would have given him better than he received, he given to liking the manner and life of being a bull, excelled in mating, so much I leased him to other farms for just that purpose. One leasing had him join a herd and during his months there the man whom leased Charlie, he died, and his farm went to his relatives and they sold the herd and Charlie to meat packer.
Fret did I, but then given by chance to learn the names of those responsible for Charlie going to an early demise, I bid them to come and visit a working farm.
They came, and since have learned from the ground up what makes a farm profitable. If you wish and want to visit them, you need circle around and behind the bigger barn and peer down cautiously into the sty. I say to be of caution, as they did not go into the sty willingly like some others, but of hate to any human they would kill any who dare come into the sty, even of me!" Miss Smyth said, and looked as if what she had trapped in the sty as devilishly vicious.
"No, no thanks! What I came here to ask is if you could help me cope again with life. Me like, Joan, Marsh, Ann, and Sally, as they have returned and I were given back what they cherished highly, I would ask for the same, as to return and be again content." I said, saying it loudly, maybe too loud.
Miss Smyth took me by the hand and led me to the stables, there she asked me to be quite sure. "If done again, do you want to be again a pony mare?" Miss Smyth asked.
"Yes," I said in a quick response!
"You wish to be a pony mare and not like your original gender and become a proud and happy stallion used for stud purposes only?" Miss Smyth asked, wanting me to be sure of what I asked.
I smiled at her, and then responding said, "A pony mare, healthy, full of form but quite sterile still, able to mate and enjoy it, but not saddled with the duty of bearing a foal. No being a stallion, such desires are in the past, I look forward to wanting one thing, that of some stud stallion to mount, thrust, and play with me constantly."
Miss Smyth sighed with a pleasant loving manner, she calling out to her Crystal to prepare for the return of a friend to where he shall be all the happier. Then she told me to prepare, go inside a stall, disrobe and await the red beams from the Crystal.
Written by Kevin Rooste
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