Purple, is a random transformation color, with the transformations not being related to anything.
Seeing the horror inspiring color of deep purple you stare at the amulet anxious to see what would happen to you on this day. You watch as it reaches full brightness, and starts to change color rapidly, but this time starting with the color red, it changes in flashing strobes of Blue, Green, White, Yellow, Green, Pink, Black, Grey, PURPLE!!!
It stopped at that strange purple luster and you search your brain as you try to remember, and remembering that this color would cause a transformation upon you. The Amulet shall choose what it is you can be to serve best to the desires of demonic forces.
Your fearful of what it can do, of what it will do, and doing something to you might make your existence a worse hellish life than what it has done to you thus far.
The power of the amulet reaches out and takes you under its monster making control. You here your girlfriend driving into the driveway, you scream for her to leave, go away, and beg her not to come in the door.
She pleads with you, you are in trouble and she want to be of service to you and you can be of service for her.
Her words are damning, you realize this as the amulet grasps an idea and it begins that fated dull hump, it is working up the demonic power levels to spit forth some curse, some bit of damnation, and it shall encompass you plus your sweetheart.
She walks in through the front door, and just then the amulet busts loose with a purple flash of bright light, it hits you first but envelopes that lovely girl you crave.
Everything is purple and black all to once, you feel as if you are floating, floating, you can hear your girlfriend calling your name, she screaming at you, begging you to stop what your doing.
Just then everything comes into focus, you looking down see the best girl a fell'a could want or ask to get. She is on your big bed, she is stock naked. She is screaming at you to stop. Her hands are in a tight grip at your arms...But as you look at your arms they are not as the human arms you had not so long ago.
You realize the two of you are in the midst of the best and tightest sensation of having sex she ever did for you, or you with your enhanced girth could do for her.
"Please, I shall burst if you do not pull out of me now!" She pleads, her voice has that urgent tone, she would not want to lie to you; this is the best its felt to you ever.
Slowly the sensations begin to wane, her cervix relaxes the grip on your tool and likewise your prick seems to fade in the intensity it had while thrusting.
You wish to calm her, to tell her that she shall be fine and you want as well to compliment her on a wonderful ride. You would begin to speak your mind, but what she hears makes her eyes widen, as fear of you becomes raw terror.
You as well become apprehensive of the glorious moment, your words fail you and from the mouth and lips burble sounds, muffled tones, and you become then excited and screaming loudly at her, the sound is as a shrill whinny.
Your shrill scream fades away as both her and you bind your eyes in a stunned stare. She can see you, and you begin to wonder as of what her eyes sees something of you that is not right.
A thought to comfort her comes out your mouth as a snuffling sound; it reminded you of Mike, the Shetland pony stallion your Uncle Ned kept for you to ride when you would visit him in the country during summer vacations.
Then something odd suggests to break your wanton stare down, but you turn your head and gaze a look over your shoulder to see what it is that took your complete attention.
"Not possible, that ain't me back there," but as much as you wished to deny what you saw, the facts remained soundly undeniable.
The gaze back along you hunched up body proves the point that what is you then is what Mike was as a stallion pony some many years long gone. The dappled gray color of his fur seems to then be adorning what is you. The sight of a creamy white tail, as it nervously flicks, swishing side to side with an occasional harsh slap between your legs to stroke those coarse hairs of the tail across the sensual and tight skin of your ball sack.
You whimper, as that neat girl of your moves and the sensation roars up your shaft, arousing it into a stiff erection, the tip of your cock flared huge; it fills her ever so tightly again, and she moans as if she too is enjoying the best sexual pleasures in her life.
You face her, the sensation that abound around you suggest you are as Mike the pony stallion. It seems you are as well standing on all four, on your bed, and what Mike had as a pony cock is flared stout and stiff, stuck deep into the lusty lips of your sweetheart lying below you.
"What happened, we were in the living room, then a flash of light, and we, I am on this bed and have some pony stallion giving his best sex a girl can have to enjoy!" She said, her wording changed as if you were not there, but in her and standing over her was some ignorant male animal with his erect cock stuck where she liked it, stuck!
You girlfriend begins talking softly to you but what she says and the way she strains and stresses her words you know she think this has to be some weird sex hoax made to happen by her perverted boyfriend.
Lowering your head and elongated pony face, with thick almost rubber like lips you surround her tits and first the right one you begin to suck on it as if their were no tomorrow.
This is part of your normal manner of having some play after a rousing time of sexual contact. You hope she will realize this and begin to understand that the stallion stud stuck deep inside her is really you!