A Jackass Month

The Genie is a bit small on sympathy for the likes of you.

Pleading with the power wheeling creature, in your begging you do tell of favored times when jennets and or mares came into estrus. Then you remark, then you had lots of fun, making your goal as to try and impregnate that which was thought as if un-impregnable!

The Genie smiles at you with a lurid and or maniacal smirk.

"What, will you help me," the question is posed, and an answer is expected.

"YOU SHALL BE FROM NOW AND UNTIL YOUR DEATH AS A MAN WITH A MONTH LONG JACKASS PERIOD. WHEN THE SCENT OF A MARE OR JENNET WHIFFS IN YOUR NOSTRILS, A MATURE JACKASS SHALL YOU BECOME. THE RUDE AND CRUDE PART OF YOUR HUMAN SELF SHALL ROE THE DAY, KEEPING YOU AS A JACKASS FOR ONE FULL MONTH." Says the Genie with obvious pleasure with seeing you at various times, you would transform again, becoming the lurid sex beast you so much thought was enjoyable.

Disgusted, you take the bottle belonging to the Genie, tossing it down to the floor, you stomp on it; it breaks into a thousand pieces.

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