Zepar's laughing could be heard by Ryan as he fled the barn. A animal's fear of the world at large now raced in his young mind. Running from that hell of a place, Ryan felt a physical joy in running.
As clods of field mud kicked up behind his running feet he began to admire the speed to which he covered the ground. The memories of Zepar's curse slammed about in his mind. Breathing heavy as he ran the sounds of an animal snorting made Ryan stop and turn around.
"Nothing, huff, huff, snort, snort, snort!" suddenly it hit home in his thoughts, the snorting animal sounds were coming from himself. Hands reached up to touch his nose only to find the soft fuzzy muzzel of some equine face. The fingers touched the soft edges of nostrils and the rubbery lips which clung to a horselike mouth.
The feeling of block slab teeth behind lips made the finger reach to touch now hairy cheeks. Patting his face the fact was undeniable his head was totally that of some horse head.
As he got his wind settled down the snorting and rush of air slowed through the large nostrils. Now other feelings made their presence known. Fingers reached to tall ears atop his hairy head. The beginnings of a mane on his head and down the length of the neck made a shiver of fear run down his spine.
Itching, his thighs and butt itched like he'd been stung by skeeder's.
A few steps and the itching increased but the sudden sight of no shoes made Ryan unbuckle his pants. The trousers fell to the ground in a pile as first one leg lifted out and then the other stepped foreward. The black hoof of a pony was on the ground. Brown, gray and black fuzzy long hairs ran up a elongated foot to what was a heel had become a hock. Thicker the almost shaggy hair ran up his short knee and over broad thighs.
Indeed Ryan now understood why he covered the field so fast and so quickly as he starred at hind legs, feet, and hoofs of as Zepar claimed, a Donkey. Hands pursed the sensual feeling legs, thighs and hairy butt. The touch of a boney appendage stopped the fingers as they reach to grab his donkey tail.
The bones and hide felt strange as he tugged on it. The short hairs felt neat and offered a feeling of personal satisfaction. The end had a switch which he realized was in time going to be needed to swat at flies.
Placing his hands on hairy hips he began to ponder what to do next as he expected Zepar's curse to finalize very soon. Ryan being of teen years had enter puberty and the sensual ravishings of his maleness had begun to make the lust known. Whether it was the fresh fall breeze or just the building donkey's sensual please his right hand slipped down to finger the crotch.
"What!" Ryan would have said if not his lips were those of a donkey. Looking down he saw a boyish chest beginning to barrel out as the donkey ribs were on the grow. Yet bending over he could see the truth of what his fingers had touched.
The crotch now held two apple sized balls hung in a fuzzy leathery sack. A fold of leathery hide stretched forward, gaining more fuzz till the end was just as covered in hair as were the thighs. As fingers touched the sheath and tickled his outy navel the aroused feeling of a massive shaft began to move.
Fingers barely felt the shaft as it sprung out. Black as night the shaft's touch was of wrinkled skin which quickly smoothed as the shaft grew much longer. In less than a minute this glorious donkey cock shaft presented Ryan with a feeling of male delight he'd not known before.
Now stepping along the shaft flung from side to side hitting the moving thighs and wipping about. Sensual beyond his wildest dreams the shaft was flat ended as a fence post and just as rigid. Hands stroked it from end to sheath and up and down. The touch made it ache with stiffness and his balls began to chrun for release.
Breathing became heavy and the snorting commenced again. Walking in circles he stroked, snorted, and jumped about on donkey legs and hoofs.
Back in the museum Zepar saw the goings on in his great and evil mind.
"ZEPAR, my good friend I have come to retrieve you to our happy home!" boomed the voice of Lucifer. In a flash of light, fire, and smoke the great barn exploded into flames and then flew into the air.
As Zepar wung his way back to the demon focal plain he gave an eye to see Ryan as he was just now discovering the pleasures of donkey form.
Engrossed in absolute self pleasure Ryan turned around to feel and see the explosion of the barn.
As the debris dropped to the ground Ryan's passion subsided. Now the real thoughts of the demonic curse hit home again as he knew his life was to be as much a donkey as the body he wore.