Sarah knew she had to find a solution for her affliction. It was humiliating and sick. There had to be a way to stem the tide, she had reasoned and for the last ten years she had searched, she was now 31 and alone but for Sean who was now about 10 in Donkey years. He was stil young but she, she was so lonely and miserable that she felt she would die of it.In the last ten years she had, had relationships for sure but things got in the way. Sarah still remembered the morning she woke up next to one of her dates and started braying. As usual she had tried to fight it, but she'd never tried so hard before. She had screamed her bray and then emptied herself all over the young mans bed. It was bad enough at home when she overslept but this.... He had.... It was terrible. the Curse had followed through all right. Every morning at 8 she had to go sit on the loo. But on this September morning as she went to the loo and took her position sat on the toilet she felt the end coming, she was going to stop the curse today, forever. Her body shuddered as it succumbed to the dreadful usual aqueous churning in her gut. "HEE HAW HEEEEE HAAAAWWWWW, HAAAAAWWWW HEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Sarah cried out helplessly as her belly and bladder emptied themselves uncontrollably into the pan. It was as if her Donkey self was rebelling against its eviction, as if it knew, what Sarah was planning. This humiliation, for ten years, for ten years and now on her 31st birthday she had a possible cure. The Horse Amulet.

Sarah had purchased the amulet at great expense, half her land had to be sold to pay for it. It was old, dating back to the time of the ancient greeks. She had studied her affliction in many sources but one story had caught her attention. It had told of an amulet that stopped an enchantment upon a young man from taking place. The young man had been cursed to become a horse but he had been given the amulet by a rival of the sorcerer who had done the curse. As long as he wore it he would not change. It was the closest to a cure Sarah was going to get. Now she had it though she worried that it may be too specific, it was designed to stop a horse curse, not a donkey one. Therefore she had kept the amulet for the last 3 years not daring to wear it, for fear of it not working. But she had sworn that if the curse still had not been cured by the time she was 31, she would try anything. That day was here.

Sarah took the amulet from its wooden box. It felt heavy in her hand, it's gold chain, fitted by her, clinked as she held it. This was it. Sarah stripped down to her naked form. Looking in the mirror as she had so many years before she said a silent prayer before slipping it about her neck.

"Heeeeeeeeeee?" she screamed, surely this was not right? Her body burned and she began to convulse. Profuse itching as her donkey tail grew as it had so many, many times in the past. But it was different today, her tail was in agony. It felt like it was dissolving, Sarah looked back at her butt. Her tail was becoming nothing, it was turning to dust and disappearing. She breathed a sigh of relief but it was not over, her jennet was unwilling to go. her body kicked out and she brayed the last cry, the last donkey sound she would ever make. "Heeeeeee--ddeeee-heeeee-deeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiie." The sound was that of a jennet screaming against being slaughtered. Then suddenly all was still and quiet. Sarah was alone. And she cried with relief.

Sarah had hoped Sean would be cured with her expunging of her curse, but unfortunately it was not to be. As she entered the barn a familiar bray greeted her. The man confounded in the donkey was still a donkey. Sarah tried to explain to him but it was to no avail. Sean had shown no signs of humanity in the last 3 years and he showed none now. Sarah broke down, perhaps he had been destined for her, but there was no chance now. Sarah walked from the barn and as she began to smile again. She was free.

That night Sarah Maine went out clubbing. She chose to wear a pair of leather trousers and a royal blue sweatshirt. Added to that was a pair of enclosed high heels. she was ready to party. Sarah entered the club and went wild, dancing like a wild thing, as if possessed. Sweat dripped from her forehead and she felt so alive. Plus she got lots of admiring looks from attractive young men. There were lots of stares at her breasts, forcing their way through her sweatshirt she seemed lager than usual, maybe it was her happiness? There were even more stares at her butt, she had deliberated long and hard whether the trousers were too tight but had gone with them ultimately. But now they were too tight, she decided to go release her butt in the toilet, give it some time to breathe. She walked up to the womens toilet, a massive queue, so sneakily she pushed open the door to the disabled toilet and went in there.

The toilet was only meant for one, so she was alone and the door was locked. With relief she pushed down her leather trousers freeing her butt ---- and something else too! No!!!!
A white tail was dangling from her tailbone! It was a horse tail. Sarah began to hyperventilate, this couldn't be happening, not this. No wonder her butt had been crushed in her trousers as she danced, a tail had grown out on the dance floor. She twitched her new muscles and the tail rose up and about.
Keep calm she told herself, maybe it was only a side effect of  the amulet, she could have it surgically removed.. But were there any other changes? She looked down, her breasts? Horses didn't have huge breasts. But she removed her top and recoiled at the sight. Sarah didn't have large breasts either. Sure, her breasts were further forward, through the sweater they had looked huge, but now the reason was all to apaprent. Her chest had barreled out, her ribcage had grown and ached like it was still slowly growing. Her breasts were pushed forward atop of her swelling form but they, themselves were smaller than usual, the view through the sweater had been an illusion as was her being free. It was obvious what was happening. The amulet was meant for horse curses, subjecting it to her curse had made her stop becoming a donkey. But the price was going to make her a mare! The amulet lay between her breasts, mocking her. It wasn't over. Sarah pulled her clothes back on and made to leave the toilet, tripped. What now?  she thought looking down. She had tripped over  her shoes, they were slopping about her thinning feet. Deep in her she knew with nagging dread that this change would not be arrested by fucking an animal, this change was going to slowly take her over, it WOULD succeed where the Jennet had failed. She again tried to move out of the toilet, it was difficult to walk without tripping over her shoes. Back in the disco the flashing lights made her feel sick, but then she was becoming a mare. She stumbled her way outside and into a taxi. Her head was spinning in the taxi, she felt sick. This change was different to any other she had known, it semed to be taking its time. How long? Based on the rate of change, 3 days tops. Sarah began to weep.

When Sarah got home she checked her sources on the horse amulet, nothing about this was mentioned, she was stuck with the consequences of trying to rid herself of her curse.
This is it, she thought. This is what I've dreaded, but I've got to make things best for myself. Long ago she had dreaded no one taking care of her as a donkey, now she had to make sure someone would care for her as a horse, and Sean. Sean, it would be terrible to see him gelded. Sarah shuddered as she imagined his pain. Her butt hurt again and she dropped her lower clothes off, exposing it to the cool soothing air. She looked again at her tail, funny, she kinda liked it, it was graceful and would have looked magnificent on a mare, but not on her, please not on her. Still it looked sorta sexy on her fine strong human legs. How long before they would be drawn up beneath her and made into hind legs? She shook her head.
She pulled off her pantyhoe socks and saw more changes. Her toes were webbed and fusing, the nails on them were black already, her feet were thinning too!
She sat at her dining table and began to work. She calculated that she had at the most 3 days but what she couldn't determine was what parts would change first. This made things difficult, she couldn't write a will for those who would inherit, her cousins, if she only had hooves, this had to be done now. She set to work.

Sarah awoke slumped over her table, she reached out to pick herself up. But as she did so a knocking sound came from the table. She looked down at her hands. She had none. Instead her hands were gone  and all that remained was horses hooves. She went to stand, looked down and gave a second jolt of amazement. Her feet were now hooves, hooves she could only just balance upon. Luckily her legs were still mostly human. She looked down at her top, it was tight against her body and splitting. Damn, she'd forgotten to remove it, she tried now but it was impossible to get purchase or grip with hooves and after several minutes of trying she realised she'd never do it. She'd have to wait for her torso to do it for her, it no longer looked human beneath her top anyway. She also noticed a thin down on her flesh, flesh that was hardening into hide. She walked into her bedroom, she would miss it. Looked in the mirror and saw a mane growing also. This mirror had seen so much, and she smashed it angrily in her frustration.

Sarah went to the kitchen to try to get something to eat, imagine her shame and despair as when she finally managed to bite into a cheesecake she found left out, her teeth came away into her jaw. She coughed and spat it out, along with incisors and molars, canines. She watched her human teeth as they lay in a pile of food and blood, taunting her. She was truely doomed.
The rest of the day passed as if in a dream or a nightmare, simple tasks she enjoyed were denied by her hooves, all the things she would miss were constantly brought to her mind. She went to bed that night in her bed, for the last time lying beneath the satin sheets she had shared with Sean. she felt the sheets and their coolness against her bare legs. Legs that would soon be covered in hair and would never know another mans loving stroke. She lay there a long time before falling asleep.

Sarah awoke on the second day with such pain in her face. She went to the remains of the mirror and gaped. In the shards her face showed, stretching itself, pulling. It was like a half horse type thing out of the labyrinth. Her lips were brown and rubbery, they pulled up at her command to reveal slablike teeth and a huge brown tongue. Her nose was a muzzle and her ears were moving up her head and becoming those of a horse. Her stomach churned, she was hungry. But what to eat? What could she eat to satisfy a stomach that was now mostly horse and huge. Sarah turned to go downstairs and as she twisted, her sweater burst open, releasing a mares upper body, complete with hair and all. The amulet dangled from her neck still, mocking her.
As she went downstairs, she nearly fell, her balance was going. Her body was hairy now and beginning to convulse gently, she was going to become a mare sooner than she thought. At the foot of the stairs a final burst of energy pulsed thorugh her. She fell to the floor screaming. The end was here.

She fell onto her side.
Her legs twisted up beneath her.
Her vision went, blocked mostly by her nose, she lost the ability to focus as her eyes grew.
Her vagina grew moist as it developed leathery folds, fanny juice poured from her.
Her limbs were locked together now, burning as they became quads. Front legs and hind legs. She cried out a piercing neigh as her voice left her and the change rumbled on.
Her neck elongated as her hair fell from her head leaving a soft carpet on her wooden floor.
Her body filled out like a balloon inflating. It felt like she was growing. She was, to the size of a Grey Mare.
She could just see the details of her body changing, the moles and freckles being covered. Her very identity being stripped away.

There was a final burst of change and then......... she was gone.

Replaced by a grey mare with her mind, a mind that would slowly be eroded by instinct. She staggered to her feet, all four hooves clopping. She nudged the front door open with her nose, she had anticipated that she may not be able to open a door and left it ajar.
Out in the cold air her body shuddered at its touch but it felt liberating in a way. It was as if her horse body was the 'right' body. Besides the airs touch on her cunt was very soothing, she felt dirty and as horny as hell. In fact this all felt very erotic.................
That was it, she felt liberated, free. Like when she had been dancing the night away, this was daring, it was meant, it...... felt good. Felt right to be naked on all fours and wild not beastlike, but wild and free to be her very self.
And when she heard Seans Donkey cry through the air she realised with great joy that they were meant to be too.
For the rest of their glorious DonkeyDays
 

By DevilsDonkey.