Scared as hell Wes ran farther up the alley and away from his friend. Zigging and zagging from back doors from the main street stores it took only a few doorways till he saw the jar of wealth.
Picking it up Wes looked it over very well. A sticker on the bottom told of it's use. "Rub ointment over total body, touch the female of your desire, then become capable of having sexual control.
Wes thought, "This stuff made Jon a colt because he must have touched that draft horse mare!" Reading the Ointment store adress he decided to pay them a visit. The people there must know a way to return Jon to his normal old self.
As Wes entered the shop and the tinkling bell anounced his coming he suddenly had an idea that this place could be a gold mine. "Neat, I could come here and buy their products and anounce myself a trader in healing of souls." he thought to himself.
"Good day young sir!" said a short old chinese man.
Wes looked stunned at the man for a second. "Good day to you sir, I have a jar of your products and wish to understand it's properties?" asked Wes.
The man took the jar from Wes and gave a quick look at the jar and then a stare into the face of Wes.
"I see you've seen this jar recently. My friend used the ointment but in his movements made the mistake of touching a Percheron mare rather than the desired female. I saw him change to a young colt of the same breed as that mare. The men owning the horse took him as if he was a runaway animal. I want to know how to revert him back to his human self?" asked Wes in a nice manner.
The Chinese man smiled, "Your friend has a good friend in you I see! Most would take his posessions and leave him to grow into his new desired life. You want him back, but he has touched his desire. The properties of the spell are simple. Your friend must now gain mass of form and size before his member can reach the mare's vulva. Once he has grown to the proper size and mates with his once touched lover this salve here will over time reduce his size to that of the youth he was yesterday. Understand that the time he spent as a colt, yearling, and finally a stallion may rip his memory of human exsistance away. It may take his body over a year to atain such mass. Time, this is his enemy now! If he accepts his lifestyle and eats his way quickly to become able in reaching his goal, he may have a chance. However most fight such a change and spend much time trying to fight the change. These poor people never reach their goal. The animal would win over his rational mind and instincts will be his way of life. Once the instinct has taken away the will he is doomed to remain a beast." explained the old man.
"Your telling me to just leave him to the animal he has become?" aske Wes with a surprised look.
"You may think it a bad way of life for anyone but I assure you most find their true selves in the release from the morals of society. It may have been his fate to become the animal. Fate does these things once in a while as if he was misplaced in the patterns of life. Now how can I help you dear young Sir?" asked the short man.
Wes told of his idea to use the Ointment shop as his private storehouse for remedies to the ill's of people. He would come with his needs for others and purchase the proper ointments to fix or change their lives.
A shake of hands and the bargin was agreed upon.
Wes was shown about the shop and instructed in the many jars of both kindly and demonic ointments. To the surprise of the shop owner Wes purchased more than a dozen jars. The sale totalled into the thousands as Wes pulled out his credit card and the sale was complete. Loading a large box with jars Wes had picked up many items to heal the ailments of his near friends and neighbors. Yet the evil intent he had for his landlord made him chose five of the most demonic ointments.