Ryan gained a sense of hope from what his friend Centaur Boot came to announce. Two more hours of rank temptation, he felt sure he could stand with resolve, as not mount, hump, mate with either of the two sows.
Mr. Boot was not born a Centaur, as it was from Zepar the man was cursed, transformed, becoming a Dun colored, black mane and tail stallion. As part of his curse was to remain in the barn basement and tend to, keep clean, waxed, and in perfect condition the many vehicles there as part of the Spelstorm collection and museum.
Oze was infuriated, but not empowered to do any harm to the Centaur. Zepar would at times become angered by Mr. Boot, and send to him a rank mare to distract him, he oddly appreciating any such chance to breed stallion style.
Oze turned abruptly, as harshly ordered the two Sows to work together, as each would lick the cock length of what Ryan had as his Boar male self. The ploy began working, causing Ryan to shiver and spurts of his swine pre-cum to shoot out and splatter on the black tile floor.
"Make it easy on you, gain as enjoy stuffing your corkscrew shaped cock into the tight depth of many, as hundreds, or thousands of needy Sows!" Demon Oze said, and if then the level of torment was nearer the beginning of his tempting Ryan, he might have won another soul for the fires of Hell.
Ryan stood steady, although his boar cock stood equally stiff as steadily protruded from its sheath-home. The sensations he must have felt, comparing his memories of being human to becoming a naked, bristly pelted boar hog, he very aroused, wanting relief, or a release. Oze then began petting Ryan, he rakking his finger through the thicker than dense pelt of grown bristles covering Ryan from head to his cloven hooves.
"Feel..., your bristly pelt, it tickles as it protects you live skin better than bathing in sty mud!" Oze wanting to tempt and increase, enhance if possible the state of arousal felt by Ryan.
"Oink, oink, grunt," Ryan said, or tried to speak, to answer Oze.
"Ah-huh, can't speak, only oink and grunting, must be a bother. Would," as Oze was arguing with Ryan, he stopped and gave questioning look toward where Zepar stood. "Okay, now then, my friend Zepar is in a gifting mood, as he has reinstated your human ability to speak, as talk, telling me how you feel."
"Aaa..., me..., not ready to fuck a Sow for what you offered," Ryan as then spoke, he feeling bolder.
"You came here pleading, asking of Zepar to return your younger brother to being again as human; I would suppose he did not like, enjoy his becoming a Hereford bull? After all, when he met with Zepar, the boy asked then of his greatest fantasy, to become a bull, as Zepar thought to chose your brother be a local breed, and there are many farms, all with Hereford cows to tantalize his big balls and sixteen inch long penis." Oze told, retelling what Ryan knew all too well.
"No, no way, never, not being a boar, maybe a stallion, me, I would prefer be then a Morgan horse, a stallion at stud, that was my trade made with Zepar, and not to be like this, a Boar hog, and fucking your horny Sows!" Ryan argued, as from a far eastern window was the first beaming rays of a rising sun, and it forcing the demons to reprieve their victim to be again as human.