Even before Sheryl had a whimsical thought to try and coax Ted to go with her and mingle with the goat herd, the newly inspired big buck had his own ideas about her and their relationship.
"Baa...," Sheryl bleated at Ted as she pranced proudly away from her Uncle, to pass in front of her less than passionate buck lover.
Sheryl was not to the far side of the cursed crate doorway leading to the barnyard and pastures beyond, when Ted snorted with a sense of being defiant. His snorting stopped the self assured doe goat in her tracks. As she turned to give then a coaxing gaze at Ted, he had advanced and was up walking on his hind legs, his goat cock at full form, but not being a goat sized maleness, as Ted wished to pay back Sheryl for how she forced him to mate with her.
"BAA...!" Sheryl cried aloud and with a manner of sheer horror at what was coming toward her with truly vehement ideas.
The spirit was amused as Ted stepped ahead, he remembering how loose was Sheryl from he hundreds of previous breeding sessions. As such, Ted felt she should feel sex as if it were a new experience and her goat vagina was not yet stretched. Just as the curse enhanced the cock and sheath on Ted to being that similar as on a Jack donkey, what Sheryl stared at coming toward her petite rump caused her to stand in horror of what was to cum.
The farmer Uncle had by then walked away to his other duties for the day, so he did not hear the woeful groans and sensual cries of his niece.
Sheryl squealed like a sow pig when the bloated head of a donkey size cock pressed wide her leathery nether lips.
Ted was wide eyed enjoying the gifted ability given him by the spirit curse for how he thought with sincerity. As intended, the donkey cock on Ted filled the gaping looseness inside Sheryl, as with his increased length he slid in so deep the doe goat shivered. Her shivering body just made the donkey cock to swell bigger, the head of it blooming out to resemble the bell of a trumpet horn.
"There now, and how do you like what I can make now to fit snug, or make it swell to where your womb would bust wide open," Ted verbally speaking, his ability to speak to her made her bleat with renewed horrors.
Ted became unrelenting, he did not hate Sheryl for what she blatantly pushed him to do, but he held a grudge just the same.
As the spirit curse watched and worked to aid Ted with his rutting of Sheryl, it never let Ted know how he gained such a wondrous a donkey size orgasm. When came the rush-gushing of semen out his bigger cock, it filled Sheryl to overflowing. The different as thicker type of semen was donkey jizz, and could not impregnate a doe goat. The cursing spirit thought it proper for Ted to filling Sheryl to having the semen squirting out past nether lips and past the girth of the big cock stuffed in, literally impaling her to take what came her way.
"Baa, baa," moaned a worn and sore then feeling Sheryl.
Yet Ted was not fully sated, he feeling a wealth of semen held waiting in his then Yam size big balls. He drew back and dislodging his enlarged donkey cock, did not give Sheryl time to walk away. He leaped from behind her and landed in front of her, holding her stunned and horrified, she with her mouth held agape, seemed perfect for Ted to press inside it his stout still cock.
"You suck on it nicely there bitch," ordered Ted, he felt she deserved to have a tummy filled with his semen. It took a few minutes of ingrate suckling of the cock before Ted ejaculated and Sheryl began to cough, as choke, before the retracting of the cock when she wanted to puke.
Ted felt then satisfied, and stood beside Sheryl as she puked out creamy donkey jizz, making a puddle on the ground.
"Let this be a lesson and as much a reminder as not to coax a person changing in the crate to do what they would not like to do." Ted said, seeing then Sheryl nod her head in agreement.