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"It worked! It fucking worked!" was all Jeff could think. The old witch had told him what had been happening to people, that the old well in the woods was actually a cursed place, an ancient evil that had somehow been re-awoken in the modern world. She told him what to do, where to go if he really wanted to try and save the people who had disappeared into the forest. Sharon, all he had to do and go deeper into the forest and find Sharon and the rest and lead them back and the witch said she could undo the magic. Jeff looked down the path he came and then to the new one, the one you couldn't see unless the magic of the well had changed you.

Every thing she had told him had been true so far...the well, a wish, the path...all he had to do was follow the path, find the others...find Sharon and lead them all back here. Yes, yes she had warned him about staying to long, giving into your pony nature and all that; Jeff would take care of that when the time came. He was still unsteady on his new legs and hooves so he cautiously started down the path but soon enough he felt confident enough to trot a little...it was almost like he was a natural at it. "I'm coming to get you honey!", he yelled out to no one as his trot started to pick up a little pace, the clop of his hooves ringing through the forest.

Margret watched the transformed man through her scrying crystal until the magic of the woods obscured him just as it had all the others. She let out a disappointed sigh as she recalled the last images of "Jeff", noting how the new stallion was oblivious to the continued changes to his body, how with every step his movements became more natural, how he was continuing to add mass and muscle to his now horsey frame. She dismissed the magic and turned to pet her cat, her only real companion for the past few centuries. "Hmph, I don't think we'll be seeing Jeff any time soon Sebastian, " she confided in her familiar. "He only has until the rise of the new moon and then the gate will close again...and he was turning faster then any of the others. And he even had some of the Old Blood!" The witch rubbed her chin as she thought about it, the man seemed like a good choice but no...no his desire for his love was only accelerating his transformation.

"No...I don't think we'll be seeing any of them again soon..." she sadly mused. "But I did try."

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"It worked! It fucking worked!" was all Jeff could think. The old witch had told him what had been happening to people, that the old well in the woods was actually a cursed place, an ancient evil that had somehow been re-awoken in the modern world. She told him what to do, where to go if he really wanted to try and save the people who had disappeared into the forest. Sharon, all he had to do and go deeper into the forest and find Sharon and the rest and lead them back and the witch said she could undo the magic. Jeff looked down the path he came and then to the new one, the one you couldn't see unless the magic of the well had changed you.

Every thing she had told him had been true so far...the well, a wish, the path...all he had to do was follow the path, find the others...find Sharon and lead them all back here. Yes, yes she had warned him about staying to long, giving into your pony nature and all that; Jeff would take care of that when the time came. He was still unsteady on his new legs and hooves so he cautiously started down the path but soon enough he felt confident enough to trot a little...it was almost like he was a natural at it. "I'm coming to get you honey!", he yelled out to no one as his trot started to pick up a little pace, the clop of his hooves ringing through the forest.

Margret watched the transformed man through her scrying crystal until the magic of the woods obscured him just as it had all the others. She let out a disappointed sigh as she recalled the last images of "Jeff", noting how the new stallion was oblivious to the continued changes to his body, how with every step his movements became more natural, how he was continuing to add mass and muscle to his now horsey frame. She dismissed the magic and turned to pet her cat, her only real companion for the past few centuries. "Hmph, I don't think we'll be seeing Jeff any time soon Sebastian, " she confided in her familiar. "He only has until the rise of the new moon and then the gate will close again...and he was turning faster then any of the others. And he even had some of the Old Blood!" The witch rubbed her chin as she thought about it, the man seemed like a good choice but no...no his desire for his love was only accelerating his transformation.

"No...I don't think we'll be seeing any of them again soon..." she sadly mused. "But I did try."