Hearing the women talk of uou in that way was bad enough but as they walk your direction they stare at your groin while licking their lips.
"No, no this is not the wonderful life I had as my dream!" you exclaim loudly and turning look at the smile on Genie Master's face it suggests you are doomed to being plagued with nympho-females from then on.
Swift of foot you head out into the main street searching for a good place to hide.
"Oh God be praised look at that hunk!" screams several women all to once as you are spotted standing in the street.
Oh shit, I cursed and doomed!" you grumble having wished once for the rather peace filled life of some common equine. Now it would seem that those of the fairer sex will be insensed to chase you down and desire to fuck you into insanity.
Turning to a flat out run you are now being chased by hundreds of women. The running has never been your best ability and you begin to tire quickly.
Ahead is several Pleasure Island coaches each being pulled by eight fine of form donkeys.
As the herd of sex seeking women are approaching ever closer, you whip up a personal spell and vanish from their lusting eyes.
Nestled among the numbers of brown donkeys is one black male donkey being exceedingly virile and well endowed. It is you hiding from the lusting women but it is still your curse that prevails yet.
As the eager crowd of women begins to wander off their is a nibbling of soft lips at your boney tail.
A turn to see just what or who is touching you comes with the realization that even equine females find you totally irrisistible. It is one such jenny that stands with her seven sisters as donkeys pulling the one coach you thought was maybe pulled by eight gelded guys. Intsead you are surrounded by eight pissing jenny donkeys all lusting for your embrase and the feel of one solid male member put to good use.
Fear wells to the forefront as with this your erection falls out that black sheath to suggest your there to fulfill their lusty desires.