Brendan snuck into the barn as the reception was becoming a frantic orgy. He thought nobody saw him enter the barn, and maybe he was right in his assumption. He approached Arron his brother that the Genie had transformed to be a jennet Mule.
Arron though transformed into a female Mule, his male demeanor was changed as well, he being wholly a she in all thinking, was as well a nymphomaniac when it came to anything to do with sex. Arron stood stranded in her stall while the wedding and reception was happening, because his mother did not want him flaunting his vulva at every passing male, human or equines. Arron heard and smelled Brendan when he entered the barn. She turned her head toward her brother and began her trait for want of sex play by lifting her tail and start to winking her black vulva lips.
"Hey there you horny bastardized brother of mine, you got yourself in quite a pickled situation. You would like me to fuck you, well I can prepared to do just that, but not by making use of my manly penis. I bought as brought you this, it is a draft horse size dildo!
Yup, a huge latex made cock the size of a fence post but no slivers, just ripples of equine style cock to tickle your depths of sex.
Brendan stuck his hand and forearm inside the two foot long length of the giant dildo. He then stood behind but to one side as not to get kicked by Arron in her panic of sexual delight. He pressed the crude sort of flared end of the dildo at and then passing those large blackened lips of equine like sex.
Once the cock-head had entered Arron's mule vulva, he began to make slow thrusting actions as he worked the dildo in ever deeper, as deep to come near the cervix to her sterile womb. Soon enough and a sex driven wild Arron stood there tied into her barn stall, she leaping on her fore legs as jumping and her tail flagging, slapping Brendan across his face.
Brendan was having great fun torturing his changed to female Mule brother, when the grabby manner of the Mule vagina seemed to be pulling him toward the vulva, he tried then to back away as pull his dildo covered hand and arm free from the muscular grip Arron had on him.
"Stop that grabby grabby stuff, your pulling me up snug to your furry ass!" Brendan yelled as he began to feel a sense of panic.
The pulling continued to bring Brendan so close his face was feeling the winking lips nipping at his nose.
Huffing and struggling with all his worth to pull his arm from inside the grabbing vagina of his jennet Mule brother, the inching pull of Arron by his feminine depths had such a hold on her brother, that she felt his head and face held compressing at her vulva as if he might enter more of him into her lust big cunt.
Muffled cries of "No, no, stop, Arron stop!" Arron heard as her vagina was trying its best to devour Brendan by pulling him inside the Mule body.
Brendan was without any shirt when he began his arm inside the dildo, with the idea the vulva might spit out the brown colored mucus and stain his nice shirt. As he was being pulled more inside the Mule vulva, it began spitting out the vaginal juices what made the bear skinned chest and back as made easier to getting pulled inside the vagina and then the womb of Arron the Mule.
Soon there was the kicking legs of Brendan held off the ground, he kicking made his shoes to flip off his feet, but his dress slacks and socks remained to cover his lower extremities. Anxious long minutes of human struggling did nothing to stop the Mule vulva and vagina from its pulling all of Brendan inside the Mule womb of Arron. As Brendan swam about inside the expanded mule body, he was struggling the breathe the hot as limited amount of breathable air. He used his legs to try and push him up as out the birthing canal to where when the vulva winked he could capture a quick sniff of fresh air.
Arron was strong but so too was Brendan strong and agile. Brendan continued to work his wriggling movement until his head stuck out, it free as past the vulva lips, he was able then to breathe and felt the sense to relax and let his bulk body taunt Arron to go sexually crazier.
This all happened about 5:00 pm, as Brendan got his head back out of the mule confines by 6:25 pm, he became relaxed by the warm slime and hot insides of his Mule brother turned jennet Mule. He napped until 1:00 am to then awaken and begin his struggling to gain his freedom from being held inside the Mule body. Meanwhile, as after the great struggling of Brendan and Arron in the battle of sexual delights, the mule brother had laid down on the barn floor, what when awake again, Brendan used to help work his body to slide free from the hot confines of equine sex.
Once Brendan had worked himself free from his un-birthing situation, he was weary-tired and fell asleep there lying on the barn floor.
The light of day and the sounds of Damon with Lulu entering the barn awoke Brendan.
Brendan awoke and sat upright, sitting on his butt what felt oddly sore. He yawned and licked at dry encrusted lips coated in mule style vaginal slime.
"Oh yuck," Brendan exclaimed as the foul flavor of the vaginal slime then coated his tongue.
Brendan then thought to get up, as pushing with his arms on the barn floor, he noticed the dildo as stuck over his left arm. Shaking his arm the dildo slid off with some ease, as he moving his stiff fingers did try the working joints of his left arm.
As Brendan stood up, he looked at what should be his right arm and saw it had changed, becoming then the right fore-leg to a mule foal.
"What the Hell," Brendan yelled, as then he looked and with his left hand felt of the think skin and furry chest. Brendan had black mule hide and fur everywhere his bear skin was touched by the vaginal slime. His slacks and socks kept the tainting slime form attacking him, but his head, neck, chest, back, and right arm were bear skin and showed signs of becoming like he was part a Mule.
Infuriated to ready to kill Arron, Brendan heard himself snort out his much enlarged nostrils. He began feeling of how his face hand changed and came to grabbing at his taller mule size ears. Although he was able to speak and talk human style lingo, his lips were wholly those like a young Mule.
"No, no, this cannot be real, our whole family is cursed!" Brendan said just as his father entered the barn to begin giving the morning rations of grain to the family equines.