Ryan knew that the only way to a demon's heart was with salt and more salt. A very fast run to the old mansion, out the path to the big barn and museum he ran.
Stopping outside he could here Zepar chanting to himself, pleased no doubt of his curse placed on Jeff.
As quiet as he could Ryan snuck into the upper part of the barn to where Jeff had doused Zepar with salt. A grin formed on his face at the sight of not lest than fifty 100 pound bags of kosher salt.
Moving a bag close to the trap door above the big fucking demon, Ryan readied for his attack. The trap door flopped open and he peered down into the large yellow eyes of Zepar.
"I want to talk about Jeff!" exclaimed Ryan.
Zepar laughed hit deep voiced chuckle. "Talk, I see nothing to talk to or about!
Ryan reached his left foot back and scraped a lump of kosher salt down into the demon's eyes. A scream like nothing ever heard on earth till that time came from the demon royal.
"I want to talk about Jeff!" exclaimed Ryan again.
This time the demon glarred up at the boy. "Boy if I ever get your sorry ass where this demon can touch or grab at it you'll pay for what you just did!" grumbled Zepar.
"I want to talk about Jeff!" Ryan again exclaimed to Zepar.
"Talk, then talk I might listen or maybe go to sleep!" argued Zepar.
A scrape of salt rained down on the demon and the screaming began again.
"Talk you stupid kid talk but stop that damn salt rain!" yelled Zepar.
"I want to talk about Jeff, you made him a mule colt and he is forgeting all humanity. In four days the new moon coult change him to a boy, but by then he will be nothing but a colt mule. I want you to change him back to the boy and brother I love! I want you to remove the power to change people, make him a normal boy again. I want you to leave Angela alone too, or ill position the ton of kosher salt above your head and set the barn afire. I want you to promise this and swear an oath to your master and God on high!" Ryan told Zepar what he expected from him.
"Oh all right then, I Zepar, demon of the royal sage do hereby give my oath to return Boy Jeff to a boy! I promise not to injure or hard the girl Angela, or was her name Elsie? Mister Boot can remain a draft horse, but Jeff in now a boy and not a mule colt! How's that?"
Asked Zepar.
"No not good enough, swear on your demon master and in God's name!"
Grumbling Zepar mumbled something and then looking up, "I swear upon my master and the most high not to injure, hurt, bother Jeff or Angela for the rest of their natual lives! OK, boy!" asked Zepar.
A kick of more salt seemed to make Zepar seal the bargin.
As Ryan began to close the trap doors, Zepar called to him, "Ryan, Ryan my boy I have one last thought for you, please look at me when we talk!"
Ryan left one trap door open and standing on knees and hands looked over the edge. "What?"
The demon's eyes glared upwards and in a quick move went Thooie'.
A slug of demon spit hit Ryan in the face. The slime spread up over his face and head turning into a white glob. Ryan jumped back, fingers began to claw at the pungent smelling yuck.
"Have a good time Ryan, you shall enjoy my every thought for many months and years to come!" taunted Zepar.
The spit began to conjeal and Ryan found it hard to breathe. As he struggled ever near the still open trap door his kicking tossed more salt onto the enregged demon below.
"Ryan, Ryan!" called Zepar.
"I told you if I ever got your sorry ass in my clutches I'd make you pay! Pay you shall every time the game is over, your sweat and sore muscles will be just the start of the agony I shall rain down upon your sorry hide. In just a moment the spit will dry and it becomes easy to tear it off your head and face. Oh, but it won't be the head and face of the boy Ryan anymore. It will be the head of a young male donkey, the face of a donkey, but the mind, oh the mind of Ryan!" chidded Zepar.
"Ryan, Ryan, you shall run from all who would know you and over the course of this happy new year you shall gain form and mass to be a fine male donkey. Jeff, Angela, your brothers and soon a sister will see you at the donkey basketball games trotting about in fear. Oh you life ahead is full of wonder, being at stud with mares and jennies! Being cut and having your balls removed as you age! Mounting and being fucked by other males since your scent will not be quite all male. Just think a male donkey cock rammed in your asshole, winter, summer and all around the clock, enjoy boy enjoy! offered Zepar.
As the crusting demon spit fell away the head and hairy face of his donkey self brought the terror the demon discribed. Ryan fled the barn, as he ran the anixiety pumped the demon curse from one end of his young body to the other. The change began and as he ran more and more of his boyish self vanished to the world.