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As a homewrecker David and his company were some of the very best. When it came to the art of dismateling a home while saving what might be of some value, his outfit was the best! A call came in from the city office requesting his company tear down the old Weston Castle setting high atop Weston Avenue hill. David was used to getting these calls from the city as then he'd tear down old abandoned dwellings. However this was to be a real big job as the building was in fact a red sandstone castle built for some rich man back about 1884. Built of brick and the rare sandstone it would take his or anyother company months to remove all the artistic parts and then bust the walls down and cart away the bricks. Even as he and his foreman drove up the spiral driveway they both muttered to themselves as this was to be some find of those who delighted in old antique glass, woodwork, stone, and bricks. At last they stood on the two hundred foot long front portch which ran across the front of this old castle. Before them stood two ten foot tall bronze doors which opened to fourteen foot high ceilings having etched copper corners and crowns. A look upward had an inlaid ceiling which told of massive wealth even back in the 1800's. David walked to the left as Bob his foreman went to the right. David swung open again two ten foot high solid Mahogany doors leading into the billards room. Again a room with fourteen foot high ceilings but with walls made of light gray slabs of marble. The floor was made of marble, while peering high up the ceiling was all engraved copper. A large billard table still stood in the middle of the room as to one side were a row of old wooden chairs. Then on the opposite side was a rack of pool cues and to each side of that rack was a book shelf made of dark stained Oak. David stood there gawking at this sight as his mind totaled the hundereds of thousands his company would make for selling off the castle's artistic parts. Even as he stood there the thought of playing a round of billards seemed to be the right last thing to do before tearing the snot out of the place. Reaching for a cue it seemed stuck in the rack. David juggled the rack while tring to free the cue only to here a wretchid sounding "C-r-e-a-k!" To his right a marble slab folded back opening a private vault. A quick grab of another pool cue he stopped up the door hinge so as not to be trapped after entering. Once inside the room seemed to be a very private study for its one time owner. A desk with one red leather judge's chair sat in the very middle of the room. The desk made out of Cherry wood weighted maybe close to a ton by its size and height. On the desk lay a large book, leather bound and inscribed with some symbol of some unknown order long since forgotten. In front of that was an old sea chest type of wooden box its lock left open allowing David to see what it held. Sitting in the regal leather chair David felt suddenly like he was a judge and the ruler of the entire world. He reached for the small wooden sea chest seeing a velvet red pouch laying inside as the only thing in the little chest. As he was looking at the box, the big leather book in walked Bob the foreman. His thoughts were the same as was David's that this venture was a gold mine! David sent Bob back to their office asking him to get a camera and begin to photo the speacial and rare pieces about the castle. Meanwhile David looked about the room seeing old fashion gas lights attached to the walls about every eight feet or so. His cigar lighter in hand David tried the gas lights, and to his amazement they were still connected and lightable. Soon ten gas lights lit the room in a dull yellow lumination. Returning to the desk David plopped down and decided to see what was so special the owner had kept them in such a room, leaving them open too? David a long time user of the web and a regular member of the Choose Your Own Change interactive story archive his imagination was going wild. The old book was when opened written in Old English script, written by hand on thick parchment pages. A title one the first page said" The Gift of Sin" this made David laugh right out loud. Opening the book further it's glossary showed Curses, Spells, Incantations, Potions, and Poisens. Quickly David flipped through the large pages till he stopped at the section of Spells. Now he read each one over in his mind as wild thoughts of trying this book's powers went round and round in his mind. Spells for this and spells to cure that David was very let down till he turned the second to the last page in the section. Then it loomed before him as his mouth dropped open. ************TRANSFORMATIONS************* There were spells to change one's self and those for others. Friends, enemies, and every kind of person the page had spells to make anyone into just plain anything, living, dead, or made of stone. He had to try it, Bob would be more than an hour before getting back to the castle, more than enough time to try a spell. Looking down the list of spells there seemed an easy one which interested David the most. A transformation on self into of all things a race horse! It seemed the sea chest had within it a silver medallion which in order for the book to work its spells the medallion had to lay in a circle drawn at the upper corner of any one page. Even as David's fingers placed the bright silver medallion into its circle the gas lights all flickered. A dull droaning hum came from the medallion as David looked at the big book. The spell was quite short but had open lines suggesting a name and lastly a species. Reading the spell David felt the room begin to heat up. Soon he was sweating like an animl who had run more than a mile. Filling in his name he the read more of the spell. His body began to shake while heart raced wildly and breathing was rapid and short. It came the part within the spell to name his choice of animal and breed. Suddenly his cel phone rang and Bob on the walkie-talkie burst in asking David some questions about the house. A good business man but at the moment a poorer than foolish spellbinder David picked up his Nextel to answer. "Boss, I got the camera and several rolls of film. You want me to take pictures of the house only or the outbuildings too? In checking out the property I took note of a stable, seems the ole' man Weston kept a breeding stud of Percheron mares, Boss, hey Boss!" The word Percheron echoed the room as David's eyes bugged right out his head. The spell was complete and one might figure that cel phones were not a thing too common back in the 1880's. yet to the spell, the medallion, and the powers they controlled David was feeling rather strange. Now unable to answer Bob's question and for that matter David was frozen in place not able to move a muscle. He watched in horror as his most wild delighted fantasy was even then becoming true. Skin was fast darkening changing and becoming the hide of a horse. Dappled gray and almost black hair was sprouting on arms and over his hands. Laughing to himself as the change began to shift bones, ribs, leg bones and his skull was also on the grow. Clothes began to rip as muscles bloomed out and grew, grew, grew! Delighted even though if it had been left up to him he'd have choosen a Thoroughbred race horse and not a huge Percheron. Even as the words past through his mind they hung up on the spell being of a race horse, Percheron's were never race horses, they pulled plows! Standing with forelegs still firming up and clothes now torn away from the massive growth of David's body he still looked at the book of spells. His eyes panned over the spell which was making him a Percheron. It read just fine but at the end was a small star. The very bottom of the page had a star too. It had also some writing there as David tried to stare and read with rapidly changing eyes. *Differing breeds form race horses adds additional time needed to change back. Ponies - 7 days, Ridding mounts - 31 days, Light Draft types - 62 days, Heavy Draft types, - 124 days, spell based on stallion gender if different double time allowed before able to return to human. David read it over and over and then stopped as the change entered his guts. Pain made him double up as his mind went blank for a moment. Then as if something for him to grasp onto and keep what humanity he had left there was an odd memory. "Oh shit!" David screamed in a slurred manner. Bob's call mentioned Percherons, and worse yet "Mares" the star made it worse yet as David was becoming a Heavy Draft type of animal and by Bob's words mixing into the spell he'd be a Percheron mare to boot! The pain subsided almost as fast as it began. A short docked tail swung over and asshole the size of David's human fist. His female vulva was just below and with every swish of the coarse haired tail he or she felt a wonderous tingle. Buttocks bulged growing larger and more huge by the minutes passing. Legs both fore and rear supported his growing weight making David have odd sensations as if this form was not only normal but like he was born to it. As his change firmed up and the last of his human self vanished under a black hide and dappled gray coat of horse hair he/she began to feel like a horse. Strength of unbelieved brute self was her's to know. Walking slowly the mental patterns of being a horse, a Percheron, and a mare were fast taking a firm hold on David. Wandering about her sense of smell was now ten times that of a human. The smeel of green grass and cool fresh air lured her to walk out the vault. As luck would owe David some addtional fortune his hind leg kicked the cue out from jarring the door open allowing the marble door to slid back into place. Now the scents of open air and pastures beyond drew David to desire a time of grazing and contented delights as only a mare may find. Time passed and so also did David into the mind and total form of a Percheron mare. As the book fortold he was changed to a horse but due to being other than a race horse, other than a stallion horse, and the too as becoming a mare he was held tight by the spell for two hundred and forty eight days and nights. As time slipped by so did where David found his/her life to be one of daily work and beastly life. It was when one warm afternoon she stood in the corral as a truck drove up and a massive stallion was unloaded. The sight of the stallion and an instinctive knowledge of his ability and use on a farm kick started David's human memory. Suddenly he knew the rank feelings which had drawn her from being harnessed with the others. she was in heat and needing to be mated. This was not quite what David had in mind when spelling himself to become a horse. He was to be the stallion, himself the stud and not a whored mare horse. Now much kicking and trying to keep the massive stallion with his huge erect cock from coming to bare on David's wonderously sensual rear and vulva. Try after try by the stallion soon figured out the whilie mare. Suddenly cornered David felt the stallion's weight over her back. A scream of equine and human fear echoed the barnyard as the black horse cock poised then rammed into David's dripping equine sex. Humping wildly the stallion was beginning to come on like this would be whirlwind affair.it was as the male organ touched something very much a sensual part of a female horse's inner sexual self that David's equine lust kicked in. Now with each thrust of the stallion to burry his cock dep and deeper yet David met the moves by pressing his rump back into the forcing cock. A new realization for David as his human male ego and self melted under the extreme lusting heat only a mare can know. His will and desire to become even a man melted and the world seemed so right! The stallion pulled out a stream of white cum running down David's round butt making her shiver with wild delights. Now a mare, a Percheron mare and maybe pregnant too she was willing and ready to live the lusty life of her horsey self. |