Horny and wanting to feel Dolthan again as again, the two part equine bodies stayed glued together for hours. Marg did more of the moaning cries, while Dolthan worked at thrusting his 18 stiff inches of equine donkey cock to enthuse his victim; or until her ten hours of limbo time had come to its end.
Marg let Dolthan take her in any fashion he felt a desire. It might have been as easier to list what they failed to do, as what they did do came fast and hard. Those bovine bull size balls on Dolthan were worth their weight as he disposed of a quart of semen with his every climax.
Meanwhile Marg watched the bedside clock, she using her available time to play and keep the Imp, the Medallion Spirit, and the hosting Devil as quelled of ambition. She was sure that all three entities thought their victims as caught, enthralled, and ready to live her life being an animal.
Marg would later tell of how she felt, and of her enjoying how Dolthan did molest her. She had a scheme as did the evil forces, but as she was letting Dolthan to fucking her, Marg took to comparing Dolthan to her Roberts in bed.
At 6:00 pm sharp, and Marg begged of Dolthan to slow his pace.
“Dolthan dear, your semen loads you ejaculated inside of me has me looking as if eight months pregnant. Can we take a rest, as if the Devil-host is correct, we, you and I can enjoy many years of wild and sexual frolicking;” Marg said as Dolthan decided to show his disdain for even a woman halfway to becoming a pony mare, that he took hold of his cock and rammed it inside Marg’s mouth.
“Suck on it bitch,” Dolthan said, his tone changing to equal that of the Devil-host.
Marg thought different and she with her mouth becoming more a pony mare muzzle, she with equine incisor teeth, she bit down hard on Dolthan’s hard cock.
Dolthan screamed a bray suggesting of his feeling pain, and the Medallion Spirit along with the host-Devil both laughed, thinking their sexy Imp friend was enjoying his dooming of a woman.
Marg held her teeth gripping onto Dolthan’s cock, as she reached a free hand to opening her bedside table drawer, and retrieved from there as one long six inches of pure silver red ruby studded hatpin once owned by her grandmother for personal defense.
The hatpin being pure silver worked horrors on Dolthan as he watched when Marg stuck the pin from left, to right run through his big balls. As this made Dolthan to howl and bray, but his counterparts ignored his cries of dismay.
“Do you want me to remove the silver pin, or should I give it a few hard twists?” A meaningful Margery did ask of her horny Imp friend.
“No, no, please no, I will do anything you ask, just don’t move the pin, it burns like Hell fire!” Dolthan pleaded as he reeled in pain.
“First, I want to know for real if my husband is doomed to remain permanently as a pony mare?” Marg asked, she sounding as harsh enough to castrate the donkey Imp.
“Yes, yes it is quite simple, as before he has stayed a animal, if given some blessed holy water, water blessed by a minister, and he/she drinks, the curse is broken and your husband can regain most of his being a man again.”
Dolthan said, and Marg gave the silver hatpin a slight twist.
“What of him will not change to being a man again,” Marg asked of the Imp.
“His genitals will revert back to male gender but be forever as those of a pony stallion. He shall have times when feeling a pony form of estrus but as a male needing to fuck!
As for your son Jared, he has mated with Mildred and his future is sealed, he must remain as his horse self, he made a contract with the Demon Master.
As for you, you had sex with me, but since I am of a lower class devil, when you drink the holy water all of what as were you being a pony mare shall revert to being physically human. You, like your husband shall feel a monthly estrus lusty need, and erotic sex will quell the urge; you need to mate for twenty-four hours as one session.
As for me, the Devil-host will wish to kill me for telling, but if you make a wish to the Medallion, or give me the horse blanket worn previously by Sammy, I could reside here on this farm, me becoming more a donkey, if that is okay with you, please!” Dolthan told of all what Marg had need to know, and she told him to lie quiet, while she went to make a request from the Medallion.