Dean looked back at the door, then spun suddenly and opened it. "Hey! Come back here!" he shouted at the donkey-boy.
In less than a minute, the part-animal 15 year-old was back inside their room, this tie with the door shut behind him. He looked curiously at Dean. "So what else did you want to know?"
"You said that you are part donkey, and that all boys who go there turn gay?" Dean moved to stand in front of him and dropped his hand to rub the already impressive bulge in the kid's crotch.
The donkey-boy's eyes widened and he grinned. "Yeah. You want a preview?"
Sam sat up in the bed. "What the Fuck are you doing, Dean?"
"Seeing if this is bullshit. Or maybe if it's worth the risk." Dean pulled the too-small shorts open and yanked them down to reveal fully equine sexual equipment, black and sheathed, with huge swollen testicles. "Oh, sheee-it!"
The boy grinned and pulled off the rest of his clothing. He had a thin coat of brownish-gray hair all over, and his ahnds and feet were oversized and dark. The proportions of his body were off, too. His legs and arms wer the same length, and his chest was barreled out more than normal for a human.
Dean knelt in front of the boy and began to massage the huge donkey sheath, and the cock inside began to push out. "Oh, yeah. This is definately worth the risk." Neither he nor the boy noticed that the boy's face was starting to protrude more as Dean masturbated him. Sam did, however. He stared as the boy beacme more donkey-like, too fascinated to say anything.