Jake screamed a bleat of his dismay when pushed and his cock yanked free from where his size varied male self he had embedded, and was thrusting. Maybe too, just as surprised was Esmeralda and Missy, of seeing what Jake had swinging then between his broad, muscular flanks.
Wide eyed with male glee Jake stood then to fall for standing upon all fours, and his maleness, penis and scrotum the curse had changed, gifting him a sixteen inches long cock, but bloated bigger of girth. He had excellent libido, causing the stallion like cock to stiffen given to rising and bonk at his furry belly. He bleated loud when so noting, had seen his huge, as stallion size, bigger balls.
“Naa…, baa,” Jake bleated, he rising again to almost an upright stance, with obvious plans to mounting of Esmeralda!
“This was a long day of trying debauchery,” Missy said, “Esmeralda dear friend, shall we retire to my house and there, make a toast of wine to our new playmate; and for the fun gracing ways from my new herd sire.”
“Oh yes, let us please do go sit for a spell, as I feel wearied, and my crotch aches,” Esmeralda grumbled.
“Naa…,” cried Jake, he following along and behind his favorite women.
Missy turned to check the whereabouts of Jake, as she pointing a nimble index finger at him, only to remark, “Oh no, as you there stud fellow has had a big day of changes, fun, and frolicking; you should go and lie with your herd, but do stay quiet!”
As did his quarry walk far afield from any contact by that lust he radiated as an aura, the women failed to look back at Jake. The big black goat bleated harshly before Jake rose to standing tall, and with his stallion size cock beginning its deflating process. How Jake stood and did stagger; his erection returning to proper Billy goat dimensions.
“Hee-haw,” called a donkey to his owner, he seeing Missy walking past the barn corral.
“Be quiet Hank, you had your fun fling with Rebecca two days ago; and I washed your cock good and clean from all that sticky Smegma. He has sex and then lies and rolls in the corral dirt, and that creates caked flakes of Smegma. Occasionally, donkey Hank gets a problem termed as a Bean stuck into the distal end of his penis. I note this when he would urinate and the stream is deflected sideways. I would need kneel beside his erect cock and pluck free the nasty buildup what forms the glob of dead skin flakes, urine, and varied body oils mixed with dust to form a bubble gum sort of blockage known as a bean.
More recently, I spellbound a fairy Sprite who likes horse cocks, as she flutters up and inside Hank’s sheath; she entering his cock hole and getting her erotic thrills, as she pushes free his grown bean.
I would bet you would remember Hank before he became a stud male donkey. Henry Brocker, that joker jerk who made up lewd stories about fellow classmates; or did until he suggested I was as an easy girl to fuck with, until when he was alone, I cursed him to suggest his worst he might dare imagine about me. Well, Henry specified about my love-life favorite was to let a Jackass mate with me; and ever since he stands there a donkey stud mule sire for my farm’s bottom line.
Calm yourself Hank, I have some quarter horse mates coming soon, their owner wants for breeding of four mules!”
“I thought that my transforming of Jake to be a satyr was outrageous, but Hank, how I disliked him, as would he be worse off, but his wealthy father could cause me trouble,” said Esmeralda, before Missy smiled and urged her friend to entering the barn.
“What now, I was looking for drinking some wine and sit,” asked Esmeralda?
“A quick look inside here if you please,” beckoned Missy.
“Okay, so what now,” said Esmeralda, she walking to stand beside Missy, as she pointing out a barn window, asked her friend to look for anyone she might know.
“A donkey, another donkey, so what about her; she has a pink cunt and is all white, oh an Albino, how nice,” mentioned Esmeralda.
“Hmm, all white means purity, as is her skin pink, is always feeling a constant aching of equine estrus, but not born a donkey; was of fact born human and fathered Henry, Hank. Mr. Brocker came calling, looking for his son and met Hank when he still could write letters in his corral sand. He greeted his dad and the old man fainted. When Mr. Brocker finally awoke, he was as he has changed since; knowing of who he was, as what, and knowing his son when Hank gets horny he mates his dad.
Hank wrote for me a few choice words about his father, as being better since he begged to getting fucked!
Now let’s get that wine…