AS he promised, the Genie liked to keep a watchful eye out for ever or when Prince Muldajak might come upon a willing female he would then feel a driving urge to mate. Mate he would, as he did in this one case, as Princess Belladonna stood in the road, she quivering, winking her nether lips, and feeling as rank an urge as did her mate.
Cursed was the once handsome Prince, he now held captive in a crude form, and heeding to bestial urges that offered him no pleasure, and gained no satisfaction from doing his breeding deed. The Genie had the Prince where he properly belonged, caught between the promise of heaven and the heat coming up and out of hell.
Be the only way anyone might know this stud jackass were once a human male, except for his still baby-blue yes, he is otherwise as one Donkey still growing bigger, maturing slowly, as within ten years more he would be as a Mammoth donkey
The Genie finds all this as it should be, and when the Prince becomes that huge draft size of donkey, the knife will come and slice off his gonads. Testicles removed, they made testosterone, the hormone required even by a Genie to return a man to being one after he was something other than the excellence of a human being.
Ignorance of all his bestial self and the debauchery he does according from instincts, the Genie is not without any heart; he allows the Prince to remember his former self, previous lifestyle and position come any New Year eve and the first day of every new year.
Dank, damp, and filthy dirty, he knows he stinks, and can smell his own rotting semen that coats his male member.
New year day the Prince pleads for mercy, but is reminded he failed to grant such to his own people. Degraded of body and then in spirit, he waits long hours for midnight of new year's night for his ignorance to come over him and force him to forget.