You soon increased you sense of horror, feeling your male body transition to a female, and added to that you change species, becoming for the Lander farm as a new pony mare.
"No," you tried to cry out from the injustice, but what comes out your muzzle sounds even to you as a shrill whinny of a young pony mare.
You see there Flora, the she-devil, standing off in a corner of the pony barn. She was smiling, as thrilled by how your body so quickly conformed to being an equine, and then the sharp pains of changing your male gender to a female.
What you recalled of Mr. Lander was of him being a friend and mentor, teaching you about ponies, training you top where in due time you might train a pony to allow a rider on its back.
Your muzzle, the nostrils, as you breathe the inhaled air tells of many scents, but one, that your inner instincts say is from a stallion tends to cause you to feel nervous. What was becoming as nervous sparks in you a sense of dire want, as you then want of Mike to come and court you, as a stallion tests a mare if she is willing for breeding.
A wild sense of excitement works to arouse you, but different than when a male, you being female, a mare, your vulva lips begin to nervously wink. The winking does two things, it expends your female pony pheromones, while the lips movement draws the stallion's attention; making Mike to stare, sniffing the air, and rolling his upper lip as to capture in his nostril that heady female scent.
Just as Flora wished would happen, and of Mr. Lander giving you that potion, he thought it intriguing to see his past protege' become as another of his ponies. Even as your male world was melting into a female mare existence, you were wondering, knowing that on the day you knelt beside Mike the stallion pony and stroking his erect cock, you knew that you were all alone there at the small farm.
"How, how would Mr. Lander know about what you did to thrill Mike, as it thrilled you as well?"
The answer to your pondered question had to be due to the entrance of Flora into your life path.
You whinnied toward Flora, as she read your thoughts, and replied, said to you, "Really, you were as captivated by the stoutness, the length, the girth, and the blunt lack of a circumcised cock-head, it being so very different than that of yours'.
Besides, you liked ponies, and wanted to touch the mares, but never did, as about then Hazel Smyth you met, and she took your imagination to new as greater heights of wild fantasies. What about Hazel, as I suppose you did not know she was a witch and supplied Mr. Lander with his life-changing potions.
Now think back to when one summer's day you went to visit Hazel. You did something what annoyed her, as entered her house without asking, and saw her strange bed. So, what did she do, you recall a crystal the size of football, and of her anger directing a yellow beam of light focused at you.
The yellow beam knocked you over backwards, falling on your back, but what then, try to remember...
You awoke at home, as in your own bed, it was very early in the morning and you sat at the side of your bed, you feeling very strange. After several minutes of wondering you rose up, and staggered toward your upstairs bathroom, where you turned on the light and saw what?
Hazel had cursed you, the crystal beam changed you, as for that week, the next seven days you were a Black Angus breed Minotaur!"
You then recalled that horrid week of scared as dodging, keeping away from friends, but met one night Angelic riding her bike home after babysitting. You hunted after her. and molested her, she screamed and moaned from the size and contour of your Minotaur bullish cock. As from your voice she recognized you, even by being a Minotaur, she then gave herself to your lusty desires.
It was weeks later when you introduced Angelica to Hazel, and they became good friends.
Remember that October night when a bovine female Minotaur then captured you, she molested you, as offered for you to mate with her, and wrote in the dirt where you laid, her name, Angelica!
Now is your big thrill time of feeling what Mike has for to offer a horny mare, and you are his mare, good luck!" Said Flora as Mr. Lander tied your halter rein to a post and turned Mike loose in your corral.
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