From the farmhouse to the barn screams were heard, as Dolthan had his erect donkey cock drenched over with blessed water. Reverend Manson had no reason for offering Dolthan any mercy or kindness. He expected to hear Dolthan to cry or moan, but from the level of his sins, and the closeness he had become to becoming as a devil, he was anything but kind or considerate of young or old with his lust for fornicating.
Robert heard Dolthan screaming and she laid back her ears, as able to hear exceptionally well like would any equine.
Marg heard the many screams coming from Dolthan as she snuffled and began to prance around inside the barn making her ex-husband turned pony mare to thinking his Anthropic mare wife was feeling glee from knowing Dolthan was feeling pain as he had pained her more than a dozen times.
“Margery, do you smell that luscious scent, it is coming from that devil being turned into a statue pillar of salt, like sea salt, magnesium carbonate!
Reverend Manson said not to touch or lick the pillar of salt, and he had a good reason as why not, but the smell of raw salt to an equine is like the honey to a Bee. I do not plan to go and lick at it, but Jasper or my two mares just might, they not quite as smart as are we.” Robert said as then Marg sniffed the air and she took note of the alluring smell.
Meanwhile, the Reverend was kept busy at forcing a devil’s curse to remedy Dolthan away from his body being partially that of a male donkey. The blessed water worked well to cause a reversal of the devil enhancement it did to give Dolthan the genitals of a male donkey. Some of his donkey fur began to fall out, he shedding but without any new fur to replace what was lost.
When Dolthan screamed he held his mouth fully open and his tongue waggling, as the wide open mouth allowed the Reverend to pour in the last of the blessed water. As Dolthan swallowed and choked down the water he knew what it would do to him, and he shuddered to think what any of the devils he suckled or brown nosed might do to him.
The bedroom became a din of painful noises as what had evolved to being mostly of donkey form, was showing signs of becoming the youthful human Dolthan was when he first asked for his donkey genitals enhancing curse.
“You are reverting back to being again a person, as much the teenage boy you were when first cursed to begin becoming a devil serving donkey. You were nineteen then, and that was some twelve years ago, as your mother, god bless her soul, she would feel happy to see her son being as human.
You lost all reasons to care about your mother, as sex and a life of animal sensuality depleted your sense of kindness and love. Your mother died from a broken heart, she having seen what you became, as how you lived, and the worse of it, came after you infected your father. You totally forgot about him, but he came to me when he was almost fully changed. I tried the blessed water on him, but his being infected by you meant the holy water could not work to demean your infecting nature.
I took him to live his equine lifestyle at the Saint Michael’s donkey basketball stud farm. He tried to relate back to when he was a human, but the infecting ways of your semen soon degraded your kind father to becoming a terse mannered stud donkey. He resides there still, but his semen is drained from him for artificial insemination practices, as he did twice mate with young jennet donkeys and caused their deaths from the hard length of his cock thrusting.
I kept a list of those people you lead to your devil friend, and of several young women you as a Imp donkey did rut them sexually insane. You have some repenting to do, if you can repent, or want to repent, but know this, as your cursing-host devil is now a statue made of salt standing in the barn.
He can’t help you and his cohorts of evil shall look upon you as a traitor to their cause. You can return to living of life as do humans, or return to beg of the devils to change you into an animal, but your soul you sold long ago, and what bargaining chips you have are surely few!” The Reverend stood there chiding Dolthan as the Imp became again more as are people rather than looking halfway changed to being a donkey.
A distant rumble of thunder suggested of a coming storm, but the Reverend knew better, as he expected the devil host to come looking for a devil then made of salt.