The demon needed but to touch his victim, as Marcia charged toward her car she felt the slightest tingle of a demon familiar.
Tripping and falling to her knees, Marcia turned to gaze a look back at the fallen demon, he smiling with a shit grin of demonic satisfaction.
Ron stood on a slightly higher ridge overlooking the scene. He squealed his anxious whinny, as if pleading and begging Marcia to get up and flee.
Fleeing was for Marcia an impossible situation. The languishing touch of Buzlara was all he needed to infer his will and curse upon yet another true unbeliever. Marcia and her general discord toward anything to do with worship, God, and having faith in higher powers, became then her downfall.
Even as she turned and gave a worried gaze at Buzlara, she felt a surge of strange sensations begin in the calf of her leg and rush then upward and downward.
Screaming from fright, Marcia tried to get to her feet and head for her car, but wanting was not enough!
Buzlara began to sneer and laugh, he speaking to Marcia, telling her of his cursing her, she to become as just another fool, changed, and living in a personal hell as a pony mare.
The words from this demon sunk into Marcia, she feeling her tears welling up from wide eyes. The strange pulsing sensation had her heart racing and mind filling with ideas of bestial lusts. As she set there on her knees the sensation from her changing body brought on an orgasm. The surge of rank sensations made her wet and from this began to change even her will to survive.
Buzlara got up on his cloven feet, stepping close to Marcia, he placed his scaly hands to her head and spoke his demonic blessings.
A wild eyed pony stallion stood watching, his erection the sign of what he felt and how he remembered when it happened first to him.
Marcia sat there and watched with an abandonment caused by being so blessed from a demon and pulled into his fold.
Unable to scream from her terror, Marcia did get out a soft whine or two. She sat and watched, seeing her human leg deformed, changing, becoming totally equine in nature and conformation. the sight and likely the feel of her foot growing to the new size, shape, and length proper to be a pony hind foot had to give her some feelings of apprehension.
Terrified as she was when seated and unable to move, Marcia knew her days as a human female were at an abrupt end. Soon she would cuddle with Ron or some other stallion, devout in her beastly lifestyle, degraded of human abilities, and by dark and devious determination, she became fodder of the demon's demon.