Oze slithered out from the darkness, his arms and wrists held tight together with black iron clasps. He seemed to be like a thing of half human torso and from the waist down more like a snake or worm.
As he came into view the dark demeon took a deep breath, held it for a moment, as his body began to change.
His worm lower half changed colors, becoming furry and gray with hair, some dots of black and his rump grew, as hind legs formed, he gained small solid hoofs, a sprouting tail, and in just seconds stood as if a man from the waist up; and being a dappled gray pony from his beltline down.
Oze stood and began to stretch his changed body, the bones and joints snapping into proper order and alignment.
He began to strut about on the highly polished black tile floor, looking down into the luster and seemingly showing some admiration over what he had become.
He stopped suddenly, standing with his pony legs spread apart, and eyeing a stare at Ryan, the demon began to get a very endowed pony size of an erection.
"Oh God," exclaimed Ryan, he turning from watching Oze getting his erection, and was about to say something to Mister Boot.
"Hey, you there, I took some trouble and pains to make myself presentable before you and Boot, the least you can do is pay proper hommage to my nice pony stallion shaft," Oze said, he pointing to the near rigidly standing shaft, its end flared to resemble a large toilet plunger, while the length on it had pulsing veins and a covering of skin fitted with what appeared as sharp barbs along its length.
"How can you let this thing just roam the museum, he is some diabolical thing from Hell," Ryan asked of Boot, his face showing some worry, a little concern for even his safety, and of having seen Zepar, Oze seemed intent on making human feel and want for things of lust.
Mister Boot does a high kick with his one Centaur hind leg, it smacking Oze in the flared end of his erect pony shaft. The demon squealed like a pig in pain, whirling a turn away from Boot and Ryan, as if to console his injured rod.
A split second later and Oze whirled to face Ryan, stepping very close to him and standing again as if part human and his lower half that of a pony mare.
"If you find disdain in my being as a stallion, then I shall be an aluring pony mare. I could offer you a thrill with my sensual vulva, your puny penis once entering into me would withdraw to stand erect as if born on some stallion pony. I could give you such sensual times, your penis could begin your traveling down a path to be as a stallion, whether pony or some large stud male horse. I can make you a mare if this would please you, make you horny, and constantly in the throngs of equine estrus.
You need only choose or ask, and once delving into my vagina, or sucking the royal end to my pony shaft, your future shall be as sealed as are those two books owned once by Circe." This Oze pronounced as his offer of making Ryan into something bestial, and vile like he were a zoophile, and liked to mate with and eat the manure of animals.
Ryan took three good steps backing away from being too near unto the demon Oze.
"Beware of him my friend, his evil words builds up the sensation of lust and passion into humans, leaving them to wallow in their dismay for then living lives as filthy beasts," the Centaur named Boot said, he standing then between Oze and young Ryan.
"Come here young friend, have not I made you an exceptional offer, what more could you want then to stand naked and free of those human moarls. Dare then to do what you wished and when you wanted it, being under saddle or in harness your peers would cringe at seeing your maighty stallion shaft. They would cover the eyes of the very young, as women would look away, but deep in their heart made wishes that they could somehow, and or someday, feel your massive rod sink deep inside their hot body. Your's could be a life of such freedom, eating and sleeping much of the time, coming to know many females, mares all, and they when in heat will want and willingly offer you your wildest heart's desire. Think then, dream now of you having such a huge and long shaft. Think of it touching thopse wet lips, even as they would be winking with their own lusty thoughts, wanting your touch, and then, then in the wild heat of that moment, your shaft shall enter, sinking then deep, and grasped by the mare, the two animals would mate and do it again and again; this is what I can offer unto you," Oze chides Ryan, as if offering the way and form of a beast would be thrilling and bearing of greater satifaction than if he would remain human.
"Damned it this place here Mister Boot! You have evil Zepar trapped in one room and allow this lust loving bastard of a demon roam the museum looking for some soul and human life to devour. Dare I ask if there be other demons in here, are some lying in wait to grasp my ankles and drag me into their black lair? This museum is truly damned, and should someday burn its contents back into Hell.
Then too, what of those who I knew and had feels of love and friendship, my own brother changed forever to be as some beastly bull. I think of some young female humans, they being as cows for my brother to mount and from it drive out any thought, memory, or reasoning his mind might have remaining after changed into some bovine beast and bull.
Dare then should I wonder of the donkeys grazing in the pasture, who be they once, some who wandered into here and left with their tails wagging.
I see of some pigs running together, be they someone once?
About the only thing I have yet to see is of Circe and her witch beauty, offering of men her body and thoughts of passion.