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"Zack?" I answered. "What's up?"

I spoke to my younger brother about once a day, but usually by text. It was unusual for him to call. Luckily, I wasn't in class until late afternoon.

"Where you at, Derek?"

"My dorm room. Why?"

Zack paused. "Is anyone else there?"

Now my heart was starting to beat faster. "No. Is something wrong?"

"Well, not really," he said. "I just thought you should know something - I was speaking to Sarah just now."

Thinking of Sarah didn't help my beating heart situation any. I know I didn't go to SoCal just to be at the same school with her. I was almost sure of it. But I'd had a crush on my next-door neighbor since I was ten. It had been a pretty innocent crush, until her brother Ben had turned me into a female German Shepherd! While he'd tormented me, Sarah had tried to protect me.

And there were the times we made out.

It was weird talking to her whenever I ran into her at college, because I distinctly remember eating her out until she squirted all over my tongue dozens of times, and she remembered nothing like that about me. As far as she knew, I was just Tinkerbell, Ben's poorly-treated stray.

"What about her?"

Zack sighed. "Isaac proposed. They're getting married."

"Oh," I said, matter-of-factly.

I didn't like Isaac. He was a jock, and he was bigger than me, and more attractive than me, and the star quarterback, so while I languished in obscurity, he ruled the school. But he made sense for Sarah. They were the same age, two years older than me. They got along pretty well, and they both liked dogs. I just wonder if Isaac knew just how _much_Sarah liked dogs.

I'd pretty much come to terms with the fact that I was never going to be more than friendly with Sarah, but I still felt nauseous when I heard the news. "Good for them," I lied.

Zack replied, "Look, man, I just thought you should know in case she tells you in person or whatever. Sorry."

"Probably wouldn't happen. We don't really take the same classes. But thanks for the heads up. I gotta go, okay?"

"You sure?" asked my brother. That was his way of asking if I was okay.

"Yeah, don't worry about me." I hung up.

I took a deep breath. Since I'd changed back, I tried my best to get closer to Sarah, but it just didn't make sense. If I'd stayed Tinkerbell, I could have been with her every night for the last six years...though she'd still be dating Isaac. Would I be able to sit there while they had sex in the same room? Two years of high school, and I couldn't seem to break through the clique boundaries and really connect with her. She was nice enough to me, but she didn't know how close we'd become, and I certainly couldn't tell her.

She went to SoCal while I was just a junior, and we lost touch, until I started up there as well, and the last two years were like a repeat of high school. It just didn't make sense for her to talk to, or hang out with me. She had plenty of girl friends younger than her, but she was in a committed relationship, and that meant no guys. Sometimes I felt like I was torturing myself.

But no more. They were getting married and it was official. Time for me to move on. For real, this time, not just what I told Zack. I walked with a purpose now, along a familiar path, where the old Music building was. They'd upgraded years ago, and the shoddy-looking building had been turned into a makeshift library for sheet music. Very few visitors there, and they almost always went straight up the stairs to the inventory.

I almost stumbled into a student walking the other way, my attention drawn elsewhere. It was almost instinctive now, my head following dogs. This one was a brindle Pitbull, his brown-and-black fur short enough to show off his intact balls. I suppose the guy walking him assumed I was checking _him_out, and not his dog, but my eyes wandered after the muscular little dog, watching his taut balls sway back and forth. I hadn't been Tinkerbell for six years, but every time I saw a nice, strong breeding male I had to stop and shiver, wondering how it would feel to have one on my back again.

Not that I'd ever admit it to anyone else!

When I got to the old library, I didn't go up to the racks, but went straight for the stairs down. The basement was a storage unit for old boxes of shit no one wanted, but there was a dingy little bathroom down there that should have been completely forgotten. Instead, it was one of the most frequented on campus.

I had to get Sarah off my mind, and I knew the one way to do that. I opened the squeaky door and sat down on the old, porcelain toilet. I didn't have to wait long. I heard the door swing open and the stall next to mine slide shut. No one would be here accidentally. They knew exactly what they were getting with this little rest stop. I scooched over toward the three-inch hole cut out of the bathroom stall.

There was no need to exchange words. I was in the right stall, and he was in the left. Before I knew it, the other guy had zipped down his pants, grunting as he released his restricted erection, and I was face to face with a firm, beige cock. I preferred not to use my hands, closing my eyes and imagining I was Tinkerbell all over again, and he was Ben. Shivering, I took the man's dick into my mouth, wishing I still had my big, wide tongue. Sucking was a lot harder than lapping, but there I was, bobbing up and down as whoever was next door groaned. What did Ben do _to me?_I wondered. My feelings for Sarah notwithstanding, I found myself returning to this stall at least once a week, whacking off as I sucked a stranger's cock. I ran my hand over my own crotch, pretending my genitals were a nice, swollen spade, and I was about to present myself to him.

I never did. I stuck to sucking. I didn't have condoms anyway.

I'd gotten so good at it, I could tell when they were about to blow. Steeling myself, I relaxed my throat and let him coat my mouth, warm, wet cum jumping in my mouth. I gulped it down every bit as eagerly as I had when I was trapped as a female German Shepherd, remembering the magical euphoria that had always overcome me at the taste of seed. I swallowed it all, then gasped, and came myself, a heavy splurt of cum striking the stall door to dry slowly next to dozens of similar stains.

I came like I always did, thinking about Ben or Samson. I always wondered what happened to Ben. Zack said he couldn't find 'her' at the stables, and that had been that. I wonder if he took to his new life as readily as I had...

* * * * *

I was supposed to be in college, but I'd instead joined the circus. All thanks to Zack Smith.

At first, the workers had been content passing me around the stalls to keep their stallions happy. They'd even developed a schedule for "Whitie" so that every male in their compound got equal turns with the filly that was always in heat. Even when my belly was bursting with two of "Blackie's" foals, they would pass me around like a party favor.

But after they found out I was _really_in heat, and they could breed me immediately after I gave birth to my first twins, they took pains to document me. There was a lot of discussion about whether my fillies would be like me - gigantic sluts who always had twins. There was a lot of money in a breeding line like that.

Turns out, they were. I was pregnant with my second pair when they trotted out my black-and-white daughter, only ten months old but flirting so bad she would raise her tail for the human workers, and they tossed her into the pen next to mine. At least they picked a small male. Sure enough, even a month later, my little one was bucking and squealing beneath whichever stallion walked by.

My son, however, was a typical horse.

My next two were both girls, and soon enough all four of us were getting fucked in adjacent stalls, easily satisfying all the males at the stables. My face burned - I was such a slut that it passed on genetically!

Literally all I had time for was sleeping, nursing my latest foals, fucking, and hating Zack. He could have saved me after my first pair, but he stood next to me and encouraged my breeding, well aware that he was condemning me to a short life as a sloppy broodmare.

My daughters may all be horny little whores, but they didn't share my propensity for birthing twins. After my third set of twins, the guys at the stables realized I could go on tour, and they starting driving me around the country to show at all the county fairs like a freak in a freakshow. The last thing I remember of my home for those three years was watching as my first daughter whinnied and presented her tail to my first son. They'd decided to breed them together in the hopes of getting another "Maredonna".

It didn't work, at least not perfectly. I was off to the carnival, a literal attraction, forced to fuck whatever stallions were around. I was given to big horses, and small horses, black ones and white ones, bucking broncos and the meekest males you've ever seen. All of them gladly fucked me, never mind my swollen belly, in front of crowds of adoring fans. And every time I gave birth, or my kids gave birth, a new picture was added to the wall, proving I was "the mother of all horses".

It's looking at the family tree that let me know that my first colt and filly had produced another girl, and _this_one had had one pair of twins (after a single foal the first time). The chart became a lot more incestuous after that, the stablemen back in southern California experimenting by breeding off my sons to my other daughters, or my granddaughters, or my great-granddaughters. All in all, after six years and six sets of twins, I was the ancestor to 85 horses, all emblazoned in photographs on the wall of my county fair tent.

And two more were soon to come, the product of my seventh breeding. The crowds were always largest when I was ready to pop. What farmer had seen a mare willing to take a monstrous horse cock when they were a round in the belly as a fat cow? How I detested the people who paid to watch me get raped, pretending they were just interested in me for my breeding line, when all they really wanted was to watch my cunt get pumped full of cum.

I didn't realize at the time that this show was different. That _this_time, there was one member of the audience I was glad to have. I didn't see her, and I don't know if I would have recognized her, because I was more than a little busy.

The men had me in their stall, tied up with my rump facing the audience. I knew I was in for it, because they had even tied my tail up and put the bar on my hind legs. They knew I only fought it when they brought out a monster. This time, it was a gigantic Percheron named "El Diablo". The gate swung open to gasps from the crowd as the enormous draft horse emerged, snorting and stomping his feet, black from head-to-socks (which were white). I'd taken plenty of draft horses in my day, having been bred well over two thousand times (by my count), but they'd really gone all out with El Diablo. He stood six or seven hands taller than me.

My eyes widened and I kicked and struggled in my stall. I could see his four-foot cock swinging beneath him, half-a-foot wide at the middle. They were trying to _kill_me! I was eleven months pregnant with twin Clydesdales already, bulging out like a beached walrus. The crowd watched in hushed voices, equally shocked at what they were about to see.

I strained at my bonds, but as usual, they were tight and strong. I wasn't going anywhere. El Diablo's heavy footfalls rang out as he crept up behind me, his nostrils flaring with my heat scent. I saw his dick surge beneath him, slapping his wide barrel in excitement. He, like so many hundreds before him, knew the scent of a needy mare. When he nipped my rump, I couldn't help it, I let loose a stream of urine, letting him scent me again to see how wet and ready my body was for him.

I was just a quarter horse, and my managers had to reassure the crowd that I would be okay. Okay!? Hardly! They bought it, however, watching like bystanders at a train wreck. I learned long ago not to count on any foreplay. El Diablo was no different, neighing loudly in my ear before hefting himself onto my back.

My knees buckled under his weight, but I'd had a _lot_of exercise. Legs trembling, I managed to hold my ground, grateful that tied up, I couldn't see the enormous flesh cannon moving toward me. But I could still imagine it. The crowd didn't need to imagine, the tall horse gave them a perfectly clear view of his impending penetration.

He bit hard on my neck, crunching my skin between his flat teeth as he tucked his forelegs around my waist. I could feel his oversized cock flapping as he tried to bring it up high enough. The stallion was certainly motivated enough, and soon I felt his big, flat tip rest, for just a moment, against my teardrop-shaped folds. The crowd held their breath, and then all of them gasped at once as El Diablo did what came naturally.

Ffffffuck! I whinnied, biting my lip. I didn't have a lot of time to process it, because the draft stallion grunted and rammed_forward without a thought to my comfort. There, in front of everyone, the huge cock spread my well-used pussy wide. He only sunk to his medial ring, but he was in me, and I _screamed. It was like someone had rammed a tree-trunk up my cunt, my black lips aching wide. Everyone could see why you didn't breed a horse with a draft horse. It was too late to stop it now, though, with El Diablo plowing back and forth like a piston, his hooves digging into my swollen, milk-filled teats.

Now the crowd cheered, watching him pump into me, their pants tented at the lewd scene. What better view for these perverts than the ass of a stallion, balls swaying as they began to ready themselves, a filly spread like a donut with too much filling. I stared ahead, eyes frozen, tossing my head up and down until the rope around my muzzle went taut, grinding against my fur. I did all I could to push back, lest he hump me into a paste against the wall of the stall. Sweat dripped down my body, foam spilling from my mouth.

And he was only half-way in.

The big, black brute stomped his hind feet, pulling hard on my neck, thrusting his thick, medial ring against my battered vagina. I could only try my best to relax my rump, spread my legs as far as the spreader bar would allow, and whinny, because El Diablo wasn't going to stop until he was pressed up against my full oven. I could feel my foals kick - in no time they'd be out and walking around! But they were no strangers to the constant _thump_knocking at their tight little door.

Slam! He pushed so hard, no only did the thickest part of him finally tear open my pussy and jam inside, he pushed me head first into the wooden stall in front of me. Dazed, I could only hear the cheering crowd and feel the way his entire, four-foot cock spread me, sliding wetly through my burning cunt until it burrowed into my cervix. I squealed as his massive orbs slapped my ass - he was balls deep.

Talk about feeling small. He was already, like, twice my size, but now I felt like a condom around his dick, stretched tight to bursting. My guts were straining to contain his monster, walls quivering as pleasure washed over me. I always struggled to determine the worst part, but that might be it. I had been fucked at least once a day for six years, often while people watched, I'd been knocked up and forced to give birth year after year, my teats would fill with milk and I'd have to raise the little foals until they were old enough to join me in a life of constant fucking. I wasn't Ben anymore. I wasn't the twenty-year-old man I was supposed to be. I was just an equine fuckhole - and no matter how many times I told myself that, in the moment? I liked it.

The crowd always laughed when I finally gave in, squealing and screaming and bucking my hips like a horny dog, squeezing down hard around El Diablo. He grunted appreciatively and went back to pounding me. I tossed my head and humped and moaned, pushing back until my ropes were taut and digging into my skin. I could feel him grinding his tip against my full womb, and that only made me wetter.

I could barely contain him before_he flagged his tail and flared his tip, the spongy flesh squeezed up against my closed opening. As far as he knew, he was about to fill up a fertile mare, but there was no entry. I took a deep breath and_whinnied when the huge horse bucked forward and let loose on me, but as forceful as his spray was, my baby chamber was closed. The cumhose sprayed uselessly against my walls, launching back like a bouncy ball before erupting out of me to splatter my legs, his legs, and the ground, to a eruption of cheers and high-fives. Some of these had watched yesterday's show, and the day before that, but a few viewers were new, and watched with surprise and awe at the Energizer filly - who just kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming.

I came out of my euphoric daze when the horse snorted and hopped off of me, a huge flood of bubbly cum draining down my legs to the perfect view of the 14+ audience. With my tail tied up, I could do nothing but watch as they stared at my gaping pussy, absolutely wrecked by the Percheron even now being led off. He wasn't the real show - I was.

"The next show is in two hours!" my manager, Bill, announced. "Be sure to look at her pedigree - we're about to add two new pictures to the wall!"

The crowd finally dispersed as I was led, still dripping, to my stall, alongside Reamer, the horse who'd given me my first foal. I was his perfect mate, according to the potion, and my manager had all but been forced to take him along with me on the road. I'd taken the thoroughbred more than any other horse. He nickered pleasantly at me, never seeming to feel jealous or upset that I was getting it from other stallions. He knew who I belonged to. Legs shaking, I collapsed in the hay, wondering when my foals would finally come. I actually...kind of liked them, in a way. I mean, when they needed to nurse, Bill would hold off on breeding me until they were done. And my swollen udder always felt better after the little ones were full. I -

A woman had appeared at the edge of my pen. How did she get back here?

She peered over the fence and said, "Ben? Ben, right?"

I dropped my jaw, turning my head to look at her more clearly with one eye. Kinda old looking bitch, maybe in her forties? She did look the tiniest bit familiar. How could she possibly know my name? I nodded.

"I'm going to rescue you," she said. "I'm Madam Ruth, the woman you stole from."

Oh right. The woman who needed glasses, and let me walk into the back of the shop and grab an experimental potion without noticing. Well, if she could fix me up, I wasn't going to say 'no'. I put my front legs in front of me, shaking as I tried to stand.

"No, not now," she said. "The antidote won't work if you're pregnant. But I'm at the fair for a few days, and I'll sneak back here again after you give birth. It'll be soon, right?

It was the next morning, in fact, after two more afternoon shows. Cum was still dripping out of me when I felt it happen. The massive foals inside of me (given to me by a Clydesdale affectionately called "The Destroyer of Mares") stirred and I rolled onto my side, screaming. Bill came running and called his veterinarian staff. Say what you will about Bill, he did keep me and my foals healthy and safe.

I knew I was in for a lot of pain. I'd gotten a bit better at giving birth, but it was hard to remember the lessons from almost a year ago. But these foals were huge. Three times as wide as the cock that'd just been in me. I was always grateful to be bred right before labor, because the warm cum really helped soothe my aching passage, and help squeeze the foals through.

Sweat covered my body, and I twitched and squeezed and pushed and screamed, lying on my side and spreading my back legs. Thank God mares were made to really stretch, because when the first foals head pushed into my vagina, I felt like I was going to explode. There was no pleasure now, only pain as I grunted, new life slowly, slowly stretching out my aching cunt as he burrowed out into the world. The vets kept me hydrated and monitored my progress, reassuring Bill that his money cow was doing fine. What would he do without Maredonna?

I guess we'd soon find out!

When the head appeared, that was the _most_painful, because the damned foal was basically filling my entire vagina. And while he popped out, the filly started right behind him, until I had _two_draft foals, each lodged halfway inside my tight pussy. My chest heaved as my wide barrel began to shrink, my abdomen swelling, but soon enough, I would be free and clear and able to trot around without waddling.

The slimy black foal was covered in what looked like a plastic bag covered in goo, some of it birthing fluid, and some of it cum, but there were no complications as the vets pulled him, legs-first out of me. I squealed, but the baby was completely silent, laying there as stunned as I was. Then I went back to pushing, and the second one joined her brother, both cords being cut. Towels were brought out.

All I could think about was getting to Madam Ruth before they tried to breed me again. They'd done it once an hour after giving birth, just to amuse the crowds. I did my duty - cleaning the foals and letting them suckle, waiting for the vets to declare everything ok. I wanted my old body back! I'm sure they'd figure out a way to care for the foals without me.

The wait was excruciating, but the middle-aged woman checked in on me about three hours later. I was standing now, as each large foal suckled a milk-laden teat. I flicked my tail to shake off the flies, but when I saw Ruth, I tossed me head and snorted.

"They're beautiful," she said, unable to hold back the comment, my black and grey offspring ducking their heads beneath me in their awkward, long-legged way.

I gave her a flat look, but she didn't notice. Still, she wasn't wrong - as much as I despised what I had been forced to do for the last six years, I didn't hold it against the foals. Besides, giving birth was one of the few reprieves I got from being bred for show. The security at this particular county fair was fairly lax, so the woman had no trouble sneaking over the fence into my pen, carrying a little, black briefcase.

I was positively ecstatic, but I couldn't jump around anxiously while my kids were nursing, so I had to wait patiently while she opened the briefcase, revealing three rows of six potions each. She picked the one in the very bottom right, labelled "universal antidote", and said, "Hold out your tongue, Ben."

The first drop tingled slightly, but she gave me more, until my tongue was coated in the stuff. "Swallow," she commanded.

It tasted bad, but I didn't care about that. I only cared about the sensations running throughout my equine body. It was working! I could feel my tired, old hooves spreading apart, my gigantic snout shrinking in. My eyes started to face forward again, and I was getting lower to the ground. The foals, startled, hopped away from the rapidly disappearing teats. Soon I was half the size of before, and then half again, watching my offspring appear to grow and grow until the were taller than _me!_Most importantly, my tail slipped back inside my body, and I could feel as the part of me that most defined my life for the past six years, my inflamed cunt, morphed downward, the swollen black lips squeezing back together and turning into a soft pink shaft, then my balls finally reformed. I was a 'he' again!

Madam Ruth had come prepared with a variety of clothes options for me. My hands and feet were a little muddy, but I quickly got dressed and tried out my voice. Not a whinny, but a "Thank God..."

"I can't believe those boys left you like this," she explained. "I know they missed the window the first year, but Zack promised he'd watch out for you earlier the next. He should have told us if you got moved."

I straightened up, groaning loudly. The horse version of me had been getting older. It didn't take long to realize that I wasn't the same boy I'd been before. My body was older, taller, and more toned. Apparently all that exercise I'd gotten, fucking all these years, paid off. "You didn't check in with_them?_ They were teenagers!" I gasped.

Madam Ruth looked away. "I never thought..."

"That's pretty clear." It was so nice to hear the sound of my own voice once again. "God, do I need some food."

I wondered when Bill would find out his livelihood was gone, and a stall with two relatively normal baby horses was all that was left. He'd assume someone at the fair had stolen her for their own breeding purposes. Oh well. Fuck that guy, turning me into a carnival show! Soon, Ruth and I were sitting at the outdoor tables near a food truck, and I was biting down on some greasy hamburger.

"So much better than grain," I groaned. Though I had gotten my fair share of apples. The taste had certainly grown on me - I'd never eaten fruits as a kid.

"What are you going to do, now?" the bespectacled woman nattered on, giving me her 'I'm concerned about you, but also don't want you to blame _me_for your six years of sex slavery' face.

"Head back to my family, of course," I lied. As if. My parents were great people to manipulate. They always gave me what I wanted. Sarah was pretty annoying, but she was my sister. But no, the only thing on my mind was revenge. Zack had turned me into this monster, and then he'd taunted me as he left me there for worse than dead.

"Well, I would be more than willing to give you a ride. I can't help but feel a little responsible for what happened."

"Ya think?" I took another big bite.

She pursed her lips, but didn't say anything. "Where's your car?"

Ruth took me to the parking lot, where her old Honda Civic was rusting away. Apparently, with all their magic, they weren't doing too hot financially. You'd think they'd just sell their shit to people. Real magic had to be worth a fucking fortune. "Look, Ruth, before we leave, I just want to say goodbye. You know - to the foals. Is that okay?"

She took a second glance at me, appraising me. "Of course, Ben," she said finally.

There was a back path for cars behind the big tent, and the Acura stuttered all the way up behind it. We were farther away from the rest of the fair, and no horsie sex shows were planned, so the crowds were as thin as they ever got. I sat in the back of the car, wondering how this woman could be as stupid as she was. She'd left me with her briefcase, and it wasn't even locked. While she drove up, I had a nice glance through the bottles, and picked up the one with a warning label: Love Potion #10.

Fond memories flooded back, of transforming Derek and forcing 'her' to get fucked again and again. I hadn't really expected it to work back then, but once it did... I don't know how these witches dealt with so much power. How had they not taken over the world? My goals were less lofty. I just wanted to make Zack and all of his relatives suffer. If a few people had to suffer as a consequence - all the better.

"You can park there," I pointed, behind the big circus tent I'd spent so many years getting fucked under. The car stopped next to the only other exhibit - a petting zoo, complete with pigs and goats and chickens.

I knew that this Ruth bitch wasn't going to let me get revenge on Bill without a fight. But she felt so bad about what she'd done to me that she was easy game. I stopped beside the petting zoo, which was closed for lunch, pausing to watch the animals grazing and clucking and oinking. Ruth walked up right beside me, and said, "I know how hard this -"

I didn't give her another chance. I was taller now, and in better physical shape than I'd ever been. With the bottle open, I interrupted her with an arm around her back, hand reach up to grab her mouth. She didn't even get a chance to scream before I had the bottle to her mouth, pouring the smallest amount I could manage. Her eyes bugged as the sour liquid spattered her tongue and drained down her throat. I clapped my hand over her mouth, her screams muffled as I held the middle-aged woman facing forward, staring at the little farm animals.

If she were on her guard, she'd never have opened her eyes, but it was already too late. While I held her still, she started to transform. I was hoping for pig, but she started growing white and black fur. Naturally, she was shrinking, her fat ass starting to finally look appealing as her huge dress draped around her. But any advantage in figure she got quickly vanished as her legs started to bend and stretch, and her mouth shifted in my grasp. Soon, I couldn't keep her muzzle shut, but her cries for help were just bleats, now, blending in perfectly with the noisy goats.

She shrank until she was maybe 40 pounds, the size of a small dog, and I helped remove her oversized dress. For a moment, she was still wearing her loose undergarments, and I wished I had a phone to snap a picture. The mostly white goat had a black stripe around its middle, and another black spotch on its rump, but looked absolutely ridiculous with loose, white panties dangling from its tail. And her bra was cinched tight around her chest, doing a rather terrible job of covering her breasts, which jutted out from between her legs like inflated water balloons.

"I've got some business to attend to," I explained to the terrified goat as I removed the last of her clothes. "But you have fun, okay?" I sneered, picking up the small goat easily and tossing her ignominiously into the petting zoo. Sure enough, the male goat she'd seen didn't hesitate in coming over to her - she was, after all, his ideal mate.

I gathered up her clothes and tossed them in the car, pocketing her keys, and then I snuck into the Maredonna tent. No one was around in the back, but if they'd seen me, they'd still have no idea who I was or what I was doing. But I'd been around long enough to know what to do. Bill was a Mountain Dew fanatic, and always kept a mini-fridge full of the stuff in the back. I'd watched him for years, leaving the open Dew in the door of the fridge. But when I snuck in and opened the fridge, none of them were open.

_How good is his memory, I wonder?_I opened a new one, poured out about two-thirds of the bottle, and put six solid drips of the love potion inside. Now I just needed to get him in the tent alone, and not freaked out about the missing Maredonna. One thing I _didn't_know was where he liked to go when he left the tent. Though I had seen him come back with fried Pepsi and garbage like that.

I headed toward the carnival food stands, and sure enough, I found him there, waiting for a deep-fried Twinkie. "Hey, mister!" I said. "You lose a horse?"

He blinked. "What?"

"You're the guy from that big tent, right? You had a gate open."

"I did? No...that can't be right. Which gate?" He didn't wait for me to explain, skipping out on his Twinkie. It was almost touching to see how much he cared about his white-furred cash cow. I followed right behind, grinning. He was going to be all alone.

When he got to the tent, he went straight to Maredonna's pen and flipped out. "Where is she? Did you see anything?" he gasped, looking at me. The foals were sleeping peacefully, too young to notice the lack of their mom.

"Oh, don't worry, sir. My dad saw your horse out by the fields and got her lasso'd up. He'll be here soon. And I closed the gate before the little ones got out."

"Oh, thank God," Bill said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "And thank you, too. You're really a life-saver. I don't know what I'd do if she got hurt."

Yeah, you'd have to get a real job."Oh, don't worry about it none."

There - sweaty from the run, his heart racing, but ready to calm down. What does he need? Caffeine. Sure enough, Bill went straight to his tent, opening up the fridge. He grabbed the open bottle without a second thought, and even tossed me a 20-ounce bottle. "Here ya go, kid."

"Thanks," I said, but I needed him next to the pens. "Those foals look pretty new. They got any names?"

Bill shook his head. "They were born this morning, with no complications, despite their size. You wanna name one?" He went to open his Dew, but I reached up and grabbed his hand excitedly, pulling him back to the pens. I knew I was playing up the kid stuff a bit much - I looked twenty-two. But Bill was never the sharpest deck in the toolshed.

"What are they, girls or boys?" I asked.

Bill shrugged. "One of each, I think."

"Well, how can I name 'em without knowing that?"

Bill sighed. "Alright, let me go check. Here, hold my drink," he said, hopping over the fence toward the curled up foals.

I needed him to have that drink, so I hopped over the fence again, shivering a little as I remembered my captivity in this wooden cell. But this time it wouldn't be _me_spending hard time. I walked up beside the man second-most responsible for my rape and humiliation. That he didn't know "Maredonna" was a transformed fourteen-year-old didn't excuse him.

"This one's the filly, that's the colt," Bill confirmed.

I had to wait until Reamer was watching. The big, black horse was in the next pen over, but gazing out across the field rather than looking in on the two of us. I held tightly onto the Mountain Dew. I hadn't opened the one he'd given me - I didn't want there to be another mix-up. "Well, gee, now it's hard to come up with a name."

Bill shrugged. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

"What's...what's that one's name?" I asked, pointing to Reamer. I walked over to the inter-connecting fence, hoping he'd follow. He surely did. I handed him his drink, which he took gladly.

"Blackie," he said, screwing off the cap of his spiked drink. "I'm sure glad your dad found Maredonna. I don't know what he'd do without her. Or what I'd do."

Shut up and drink.

He sighed. "At first I tried to keep him off her. Day in, day out, he'd jump the fence or break it, just to be with her. But then I realized - she _liked_it. I never seen a filly so eager...and so fertile. I did all this for her, you know."

"How can you be so sure she liked it?" I said, holding back my swear words, my hands white where they gripped the fence. Finally, finally, he took a drink, still looking straight at Reamer.

Bill gulped, wiped his mouth, and said, "What other horse ever raised her tail while months pregnant? And...I dunno if you ever saw one of the shows. You're old enough right? Just the way that she acted...the squealing. She is something else."

"You ever..." I asked, slowly, waiting for a sign that it had worked. I could see sweat beading from his forehead, and his hand start to twitch. "You ever wish it were _you_instead of her?"

"What?" he asked, wrinkling his brow and glancing at me. "No... I... what..."

That was the last thing that Bill ever said. I took a step back as my tormentor finally realized something was happening. He dropped the bottle, holding his hand in front of his face. The fingers were starting to look liked webbed feet, turning harder and black. It was working! I just hoped that Reamer's taste in fillies hadn't changed too much in six years.

I didn't have to bother helping him out of his clothes, as the old man started to grow in the midsection, ripping them all apart. His socks and shoes erupted as his hooves burst free. His nose was stretching forward now, nostrils growing large, white fur spreading across his body. Bill squealed every bit like Maredonna, eyes wide with fear, especially as they started to slide farther and farther apart. I knew he'd get used to the wide peripheral vision. I had, after all.

His barrel widened next, his shirt, pants, and underwear all dropping to the ground. Now, the man was naked, though he wouldn't be a man much longer. He dropped to all fours, so I took a step to the side to watch as his rather unimpressive dick got a lot less impressive. I only wish he knew enough to watch as his manhood was taken from him, but he was too busy gasping and shuddering in terror. The little pink shaft shrank, keeping its color as it shifted back, and back, and up, folding apart in two, right next to_her_ growing, white tail. Where her cock had been, I watched with satisfaction as a fat, swollen udder appeared, her twin teats looking turgid with milk. At least the two foals would be well cared for. When I took a step back, I realized I'd missed most of the rest of the transformation, as a brand new, spitting image of Maredonna stood before me, though she did look a bit younger.

"You ever wondered where I came from?" I asked coldly. "How I suddenly appeared in your pens one day? Like I appeared out of thin air?"

Bill tried to scramble away from me, but she wasn't used to her four legs. She stumbled and collapsed in the manure.

"No - you just saw an opportunity to make some money. Well, now you'll be the one working for someone else. Andrew, right? When they realize you're gone, he'll take over where you left off. We'll see how _you_feel about him after six years of being raped for these yokel audiences."

I reached over to the gate for Reamer, casually working the mechanism that haunted my dreams. This time, he wasn't _my_nightmare. Before Bill wised up and tried to attack me, I collected his clothes and jumped over the fence. "Do be a dear, and take care of my foals. It'll be good practice for your future."

While Reamer pushed his way into the terrified filly's enclosure, I left. I couldn't watch it, even as much as I hated Bill. I'd lived underneath that stallion, almost every day, and even looking at him made me shake. I knew well enough that Reamer would have no trouble mounting his perfect mate, and by the end of the hour, the new Maredonna would already be pregnant, continuing the line that I'd unwittingly started. Only this time, there'd be no Madam Ruth to save her. There was no one left who knew or suspected that there was anything suspicious about the pure-white filly. Bill would keep getting fucked and bred for the rest of her life, which, if she were a yearling again, might reach thirty years. Every day, multiple times, for decades.

I was hard when I reached the car, already hearing the_squeals_ and _whinnies_from the big tent. I didn't realize before how hot it made me to doom someone else to a pathetic life of humiliating debauchery. Now, though, my heart was racing. I almost went back to watch. Instead, I decided to check up on Madam Ruth. I grinned inwardly, imagining all the male goats rutting her again and again, for years. Surely the petting zoo would breed her, and show off her cute little lambs for years.

But when I peeked into the enclosure, she wasn't being rutted at all. Well, that was half-true. As it turned out, only one of the goats was male, and Ruth had had the good fortune to look at that one. Now, the little doe had her fat udder pressed up against the fence, the randy buck forced to make do with her head. Clever girl.

Still, the former witch had her mouth open and wrapped around the goat's cock, her muffled bleats barely getting through the rapid fire humping. The buck's balls slapped Ruth in the chin, his hooves tucked around her forelegs.

"Work it, girl," I laughed.

Her ears were flat, but she couldn't do anything but suckle the large male, trying to keep her neck straight and firm so that she didn't get whiplash. I took a peek beneath her tail. Her little goat vulva was sure sticking out, puffed up and clearly in heat, but as far as I could tell, the witch had managed to keep him out of that hole. She knew what would happen if she got pregnant. Did she really think I'd give her the antidote?

"You know he's going to get you eventually, right?"

She just bleated, a bit busy. After all, the randy buck was getting really close. He was grunting and humping, gritting his teeth, until he opened up with a loud, high-pitched _squeal_and gave it to Madam Ruth. His fat balls churned, erupting down her throat. Her own squeals became muffled gurgles as hot, bubbling goat cum spilled into her belly.

I couldn't help it. Looking around to see that no one else was around, I slipped a hand into my pants. God it was nice to have a cock again. I just watched and stroked, revelling in the way the beast took advantage of the former hag. I wondered if the old bird had ever gotten any action before, or if this was her first time.

Ruth lay there, her front legs crumpled beneath her, shuddering as white cream spilled down the sides of her muzzle, spattering the grass beneath her. The buck grunted and pulled out of her, a thin drizzle still pouring out the tip of his red cock. That's when I saw something that changed my plans - Ruth bleated one more time, then crawled forward, wrapping her tongue around the buck's dick and guzzling his wet 'aftershocks'. As if that weren't enough, soon, she was lapping up the spattered cum from the ground.

Just like Tinkerbell. That bitch, Derek, had _loved_cum. As much as the little slut had whined whenever I put her out to stud, she fucked 'em hard and lapped it all up. She couldn't help it! When I showed her my cock, the former boy went to town, slurping eagerly. I pulled my hand out of my pants. Why should I have to _masturbate?_I've got my own personal goat-witch.

So when the buck started to walk around her, getting ready to mount her proper and plant her full of kids, I hopped the fence and grabbed her first. The male bucked at me, but the small goat was no match for a quick kick. Ruth squealed as I picked her up, but I said, "You do what you're told and you just might get out of this yet."

I tossed her in the car, turned the keys, and set off for California.

* * * * *

"Boy did I have a day," I grumbled, sitting on the edge of Isaac's bed. Derika sidled up beside me, her large, pointy ears perked up. I scratched her head. The six-year-old Great Shepherd mix had gotten up to 110 pounds before peaking, much larger than her brother, Benji.

"What happened, Sarah?"

I didn't really want to tell Isaac about the video I'd discovered on Ben's old phone. That was an emotional weight crushing my spine, and talking about it would only hurt worse. If Zack knew something this whole time and I didn't notice for six years, what could I do but blame myself? I mean, I could blame Zack, but he was _twelve_when it all happened.

"Just a difficult conversation. About Ben."

Like it or not, the whole conversation played out in my head.

"Zack, we need to talk." He could tell how serious this was. He was standing across the fence.

"What about?"

"If you know something about Ben - that you haven't told me, that you haven't told the police..." I started.

He took a step back, his eyes flickering. "Wha? Why would I?"

I sighed. I had to cut to the chase. Reluctantly, I held out the phone. Ben's phone. "I heard your voice. On one of the videos."

His wide eyes confirmed the truth. He _had_filmed Ben fucking Tinkerbell the day before he disappeared forever. "I don't know what you're talking about," he fumbled.

"Did it have anything to do with Ben's disappearance? Do you know anything?" I paused, taking a deep breath and trying to be as calm as I could. "Please tell me, and I might not have to show this to the police."

"Don't do that -" he said. He composed himself. "I need some time. And a different place, okay? It's not bad, I promise. Just...meet me at Hayward Pines tomorrow at ten. I don't want anyone to overhear us."

Why the fence wasn't a good enough place, I didn't know, glancing around. Maybe he was worried about my reaction? I figured I'd give him that courtesy, at least. Besides, I hadn't been to Hayward Pines since the school trip four years ago. The nature reserve was a pretty nice place, with great hiking trails.

I shook my head, returning to the present. "And the conversation isn't even done yet. I'm going to Hayward Pines tomorrow to pick it up."

Isaac sat next to me, running his hand through Derika's ears. "Well, now's your chance to relax."

I smiled at my boyfr - my fiance. Now wasn't the time to think about tomorrow morning's meeting. Or what Ben and Zack had gotten themselves into, or what happened to Ben. I slid into Isaac's arms, and like that, we were kissing. Kissing turned into touching, and before I knew what was happening, I was half-naked, on my back, a sturdy former football player lying over me. "Oh, Isaac!" I gasped.

Don't let anyone tell you that regular sexual activity_satisfies_. The more I gave myself over to Benji's firm licks, the more horny I'd get. Every day, I came around the dog's tongue, but I was always ready to go in the evening. Isaac had spent the last six years with a girlfriend he never had to coerce. Thank God for birth control, because condoms would have made us both broke.

I patted his arm and said, "Let's switch."

He nodded, and pulled me over on top of him. He grinned up at me, his eyes filled with love. But rather than do what he expected, I pulled back, resting on his legs, with my hands on his erect cock. "Ready?"

He nodded and closed his eyes as I wrapped my lips around him, stroking his legs with my hands. I loved making him groan. I sucked with just enough pressure, the gentle, wet sounds filling our ears. But I had an ulterior motive. Just when he was really getting into, I paused, looked up at him, and asked, "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like...if _Derika_licked you?"

Isaac's eyes popped open, while I gently stroked his wet dick. "Huh? What, you mean..."

"Yeah."

"Sarah - she's a dog. No. That's gross," he added. "Why would you ask that?" he asked, and at least his tone was bewilderment instead of disgust.

I looked away. "I just...got carried away. Sorry." I lied. I sat up, no longer feeling it.

"You...you don't have to stop," Isaac whined.

"Yeah, well, I'm tired. I think I'll feel better after my meeting tomorrow."

* * * * *

I had to be prepared for anything at the meeting tomorrow. As far as I knew, Sarah would bring the cops to Hayward Pines. She might have had a change of heart. She was, after all, a Hendricks like Ben. Nothing made it more clear than the way she confronted me at the fence.

"Zack, you've been lying to me."

I was taken aback. "What are you talking about?"

"You_know_ something about Ben that you haven't told me, that you haven't told the police..." she pointed accusingly, her brow furrowed.

I took a step back, blinking. "Wha? Why would I?"

Sarah shook her head, holding out that blasted phone. _Ben's_phone. I thought Derek told me he'd deleted the video of him and me... Sarah bit into her words, saying "I heard your voice. On one of the videos."

I couldn't stop my reaction, my eyes widening. Maybe it was the other video. She said she heard my voice - the one I filmed with Ben and Tinkerbell. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied clumsily.

"Did it have anything to do with Ben's disappearance? Do you know anything?" She yelped, staring me down. "You'd better tell me, or I'm going to the police."

"Don't do that -" I gasped. My mind was racing, but I knew what I needed to be done. "I need some time. And a different place, okay? It's not bad, I promise. Just...meet me at Hayward Pines tomorrow at ten. I don't want anyone to overhear us."

I couldn't really tell her, could I? She'd never believe the truth. Of course I couldn't explain what I'd done to Ben a year later, after her first foals, but Sarah wouldn't believe in magic - unless I showed it to her. And I had just the thing. Half a bottle of Love Potion, and an almost full bottle of antidote.

Depending on how the conversation went, I knew I might not need the antidote at all...