And that was the story of how John had created not one, but two freakish mutations with the mere wave of a wand. He had condemned an innocent nature enthusiast to have a craving for mice the rest of her life and a woman and her cat to have a terrible time with their clothing. Was he proud of himself?
Yes. He was. He was a teenager. There was little reason to care for how he bent reality.
But Mrs. Porter did not hear the perverted rapscallion. She had been a bit hard of hearing and, after long last, John decided that, seeing that neither he nor her knew each other all that well, he was better off seeking someone he fraternized with much more if he wanted to get a fuller picture of just how much he could twist reality like a pretzel with his newfound magical powers.
So he left his older neighbor to awkwardly try to fit her now prodigious bulk on a rocking chair while he ventured closer to home. The sky was truly the limits! He could make an entire zoo of animal-people if he so desired. Or he could sit in a literal zoo of a classroom. Or he could make a few reforms at the boring farm he was supposed to squat in.
...A thin line of drool trailed down the boy's mouth. Pedestrians wisely kept their distance.
It was when he neared his locked and boarded up home when he finally found his target. Ashley. Same age as him. Good friend. Straight B student. Lover of neopets, mario games, and gears of war.
And soon to be a scientifically impossible mutant.
She waved to him. But, bummer among bummers. She left her dog indoors. What was a rapscallion like John to do?
Luckily, the problem would solve itself, for a herd of helpful tourist came by on horseback.
Marvelous. Immediately, the rapscallion pinpointed the Arabian horse in the crowd. Only the finest of bodies for his good friend!
A wave of his magic wand. As if carried off by a strong gust of wind, the girl was carried off. Faster, faster until she smashed right into the horse. For a moment, they melded together like clay, mixing, mixing, until the hybrid popped out. The creature that came out was a horse with Ashley's head crudely grafted onto its neck. Her brown hair somehow melded into the black horse's dark mane.
It was also then that the rapscallion saw the swinging testicles on the horse body.
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