"Madame' Illusia, I am Jon Louise Boudou! I speak the best English as so we request your help getting Perri Frano our young friend back into a human form. He was changed by some animal witch into a satyr and then a nanny goat. It is our hope your power is the greater."
"Ahhh, the curse of Mary Thomas is serious and highly infecting. I'm sure many more men will become entangled in Her snare. Come now the six of you need to be prepared so that her curse will not effect you."
The six sailor followed Madame' Illusia to a round room with chairs ringing the wall. "Please sit here till my attendant comes for you. He will show where you will reside till your friend's curse is ended."
Each man stood in his French Navy dress whites and looked at the vinyl plastic chairs. On each chair was a bottle of Pleasure Island Soda with a tag showing it was a free gift from Destrier Corp.
The room was white walls and ceiling. A black shined tile floor and what looked like ten possible doors for to exit. Jon was the first to get tired of waiting and sat down to drink the free soda.
One hour, then two more, the room felt very warm and as each sailor drank his free bottle of soda the room seemed hotter. So hot infact that they began to peel the Navy uniforms. The six sailors swallowed the bottles of soda and after a while noted there were tweleve more bottles on tweleve other chairs. One thing led to another and soon all the bottles in the room had been shared equally.
Wether it was the heat in the room, the soda or both the men started to fall asleep. Jon had been the first to drink his refreshment and was first to awaken. Sitting slumped in a chair he sat up slowly. Dizzy, his vision blurred, he looked over at the other passified men.
Jon shook his head as if it were heavy on his neck. Blinking did not clear his vision and he got to his feet. Feeling quite shaky he moved from chair to chair. The weird feeling was worse than any hangover he'd ever enjoyed. Philepe looked dark faced as if he had a very dark tan. Perri was even more strange! Looking close Jon oggled at his friend, lifting his head he looked directly into Perri's face.
"My God this hangover is making me see things, Jon said out loud!"
Some growns from others as they awoke soon turned into laughing and then screams of fear. Jon tried to calm his friends and told them they we still drunk. Perri walked over to john and gave a tug one Jon's foot tall ears.
"Jon you look very handsome in those long ears, said Perri!"
Jon reached up and felt Perri's ears and found the same on him. "We're bewitched by that evil woman, said Jon!" Moments later one of the men let out a very loud HEEE-HAAAW !
All the men looked at Lou as his head was changing into a common Ass' head. Dark almost black fur had covered his head. Worse yet his entired head was most assuredly that of an Ass. Lou seemed rather docile about the change and sat calmly after exclaiming his loud bray.
One after another gave a loud bray as his head completed it's change to an Ass head. Then a calmness came over them and they sat down as more changes occured.
Jon walked around being very angry at Madame' Illusia for her witchcraft. Even as he stood making threats each man sprouted more black fur over shoulders, chests, belly, and thighs. Their bodies were quickly changing as the intellects went lower.
Hanging arms were soon forelegs as were hands solid black hoofs. Thighs broadened and buttocks grew large and well muscled. As their hinds feet firmed up and hoofs took the place of toes each stood on all fours in front of the chairs.
Jon was about to roll onto his four legs when Madame' Illusia and a groomsman walked into the room. Five calm animals stood in zero intelligence bliss but Jon had his anger and with it his human mind.
Jon reached his teeth out and snapped at the groomsman. The man jumped back as Madame' Illusia walked close to seithingly angry Jon.
"Most sailor's can make an Ass out of them selves with just one big bottle, yet you needed three each! I see your anger and I'm not without pity, if you promise to be good and do as I say the six of you can be made a little better off than a plain Ass!"
Jon tilted his big head and looked at the sorry lot of five French male Ass's.
"I'll take that as a yes, said Madame!"
Turning to the groomsman she ordered he get something and bring it quickly. "My man will bring six halters and harness sets. As each of your fellows don's the harness he becomes a prize winning French Percheron stallion. I will keep you on a stud farm till your goat friend's situation is completed. Till then you each will have four mares a day for mounting and the best my stud can offer, or be sold as Ass' workers at the Detroit salt mines, so?"