Marcia in her swiped clothes and she looking like she was of Nigerian parents, went to the motel office to inquire about David.
The motel manager met Marcia on the porch entry to his office, as she with the framed 12x16 photo of David a donkified son, she held it up and asked about what the script implied.
"NO, NO,why dig up the dead," yelled the old man at Marcia. "He died not so long ago, was but twenty-one when he went to that damned park. He had to stay there for two years before I went there and bought him, to take him home. He lived then some thirty-three years being a Mammoth Andalusian breed donkey. He knew what he was and of what he became, knew his true name, and of me being his real father. He came with falsified papers to approve him as a pedigree stud. I admit it, that the lure of needed funds had me leasing my son as a stud animal. David did not mind his duties being a stud, he mated with mares, acting calm and considerate, this all to the delights of the owners and the mares.
Why would you ask, oh no, you too, and maybe your husband too, like of what breed shall you become?" the kindly old man did ask.
Marcia told him of her almost becoming a Connemara breed pony mare. She said how she did coerce me to have sex as she was changing, and did infect me, causing me to change, as still changing. She told about the antidote, but he said he knew about it, and that it could affect a reversal, but not a permanent reversal. My ears heard that, and I felt suddenly sullen, while Marcia reacted as if stunned and horrified at the possibility she might revert, and become permanently a pony mare.
Then, the old man reached out and gave a comforting hug to Marcia, and told her that if we, me and she did change, we had a place there to stay, living as well cared for animals. Marcia having heard that offer, she began to cry aloud. I heard it all, and went to the truck, retrieving from the glove box the emergency kit with the vials useful for stimulating our bodies to change, going all the way to becoming equines.
Marcia walked slowly back toward our cabin, she leaving the framed photo of donkey David with his father. As she entered the cabin I tried to comfort her with a friendly hug, but she pushed me away.
"No, no I came back this far to being me, I do not want to become an animal, a pony mare..., although the feelings of equine style sex were nice. No, no, no, I was born a human, I want to be a person and not property. I am sorry I lure you to take me, to mate and become infected. I..., what is that, is that the emergency kit from the truck?" Marcia said, as I stood there feeling aroused and as well somewhat foolish.