Marg turned off the stove burner, and slipping her hand inside a potholder mitten, she reached her furry hand to pluck the hot Medallion from where it had set toasting for a few hours of time.
“There, are you happy now,” Margery said, as much coyly asking of powers she could not imagine?
“NO,” was a resoundingly bold reply that echoed the kitchen!
“You human woman, you tried to destroy the Medallion, and by any justice you should know now the wrath of the Devil host and his Demon master. As already you wear the disapproval for aiding of your husband to become as an animal, changed of species and as well of gender, your husband seems happy with being a pony mare!
You helped to curse him and carry openly of similar attributes to becoming a twin mare to what was your husband. As noted by your naked furry self and the seeping from a full and weeping vagina; your dream of Sammy the donkey was more real than a small mind could imagine as real.
While you slept an Imp devil went to ask of your husband if he might relish having you standing beside him as equal to her mare self?
Roberta was in agreement that you should gain the feel of what a donkey cock felt like when inserted inside a womanly vagina. All the while you slept the Imp made use of the donkey cock belonging to Sammy, but from when he being before as castrated, did climax with you some seven times.
His semen was the type similar to that of your son Jared being as Jasper, a Morgan breed stallion.
As by the sixth climaxing you were made as pregnant with an equine foal. You best course to remain as alive is to willfully accept becoming as a real Welsh Mountain breed, a pony mare.
You have entrapped yourself, and with you when fully changed of species to giving birth to a foal, your new embodiment shall be your permanent form. The Medallion carries great wisdom from testing many during the centuries past. Ask the Spirit anything, but don’t wait too long, as the Devil host has plans for you to sleep tonight in the barn.”
Marg took the searing hot Medallion as while she held it using the baking mitten, she began filling the kitchen sink with cold water.
“What are you planning,” the lesser than then bold voice of the Devil host did ask of Marg?
A sound of “Ker-plunk,” and what was white hot and made of silver with gold, was dropped into the cold sink filled with water.
“Medallion,” Margery asked, “Is my twenty-four hour limit as still ticking?”
“Yes Mistress Master, you have ten hours remaining before the transition to being a pony mare shall commence for real!” So replied the Medallion to Marg, as it felt unsure what she had the need to know when her doom was assured.
“Devil-host, are you willing to talk,” Marg asked with a restful tone to her voice.
“Yes Madame, and for ten hours more until I order your bodily form to become fully transformed,” the Devil so replied.
“My son made a deal with you since by your rulings he was as doomed to become a horse. He reminded you of our family heritage, of ministers, pastors, and missionaries. A religious family heritage has great value to devils, demons, and even Imps.
I would favor to meet this donkey Imp fellow again; he thrilled me seven times, and might do it again!
You caused me to become an unwilling accomplice to your damning magical transforming of my husband to being a pony mare. As a given, the Medallion has so informed me that from having tried to ruin your future use of the Medallion and its curse, I have lost favorite status.
Sense you plan that by tonight I will have proper need to sleep in the barn, why wait; as begin now my pelvis, legs, and feet to conform, changed to what I will have when as a pony mare. I feel an urge to have your donkey Imp to take me from behind as would a real, and all a donkey Jack animal. My becoming as furry, having almost the full head as of a pony, and sexually changed are my genitalia; I have want to pleasure your Imp friend as he did for me!” Marg said, she suggesting, taunting, coaxing the Devil-host to accept her as a willing fool wishing to become more as is an animal.
As if from another focal plane came then a donkey male Imp, who when he entered the house through the kitchen door to the outside world, he greeted Marg by saying, “Hello again, my name is Dolthan!”
Dolthan entered the kitchen and Marg had then time to take a good look at her molesting male donkified partner. As she stood eyeing and inspecting Dolthan, his most impressive body part was a scrotum being similar to that of a Angus breed bull.
“I, I have big balls, the Demon Master caused them to grow for you!” Dolthan said, and then smiled an Impish grin.
“You are all furry too, and such a nice donkey sheath you have, as I would bet your cock is of equal girth to a Shetland stallion,” Marg kindly commenting. She then returned an affectionate sort of smile what worked to arouse the Imp, as his cock rose from the sheath.
“My bedroom again, if there is okay with you,” Marg asked of Dolthan.
“Why not,” replied Dolthen as he raised his left arm and hand to snap his fingers?
Marg then felt her tail to twitch, and with a lightening like flash, the Devil-host did spark the agreed changes to occur to Margery’s lower half. As with a yelped, “Hey there,” Marg felt her thighs to swell, as conform to being the hind legs of a proper mare. She watched as a wave action of changes worked to make of her legs the fully changed pony hind legs, hocks, feet, fetlock joints and single toed hoofs.
The sudden swiftness of how her body did change marveled Margery. “Well there, my sincere thanks to the devil-host!” Marg said, as Dolthan then approached her and he reached a hairy hand to extending a index finger to do a soft tracing caress to her then pony mare black donut anus, and her pear shaped pony mare vulva.
The sensual tracing of her new self sent Marg on a fast trot to the stairway leading to the second floor and her bedroom; it bearing by then dried up puddles of vaginal fluids and donkey semen. Dolthan was not for wanting to lag back, but as Marg climbed the stairs, he was there, poking his erect cock at her more sensual folds.
Marg trotted merrily into what was for Robert and her bedroom. Dolthan followed her, and he did a grand leap, to flopping onto the bed, his more pony size cock pointing up at a 60* angle. Marg was suddenly not there, she had exited the room, and that caused Dolthan to ask of where she went?
As from the upstairs bathroom Marg yelled to Dolthan, “Just getting my Aloe Vaseline gel, as your cock needs a good cleaning before we get to fucking again!”
Dolthan brayed when Marg re-entered the bedroom.
She held the sage green squeeze dispenser and put a large glob of into the hairy palm of her right hand.
“Are you ready for this,” Marg asked of horny donkey Imp Dolhan?
As with the creamy substance, Marg began to apply it to the vile as scale coated cock. The scales were dried old semen and vaginal fluids of who could imagine as what he had fucked. The encrustations became as lubricated slime, and as Marg squeezed out more of the Aloe scented Vaseline, she found Dolthan’s cock to feeling smooth but rigid. She toweled his cock cleaned of all it wore, and then took to applying the aloe a third time, as then to his cock and scrotum.
Dolthan reached his strong arms and hands to take hold of Marg by her underarms. He lifted her up, as off the bedroom floor and slowly set her astraddle his sheath and erect cock. Marg saw what was coming and her wild sense of irreligious lust was ruling that erotic moment in time. She wailed when the trumpet bell shaped head of the donkey cock did compress at, to slip past her vulva lips, as the cock traveled along through the vagina to where the distal end poked at the entrance to her womb.