An Island Of Pleasure By The Nome King, for Canine80 (Xaie) @ Furaffinity ------------------------------------- A bump woke Xaie from his restful sleep, a deep rest kept him in a trance of blissful blackness. His consciousness tumbled back to him as another bump knocked him around in his “less than comfortable” seat, the multiple potholes in the road not helping the smooth transition from plane to desired location. Xaie opened his eyes and saw people walking past as super speed, the road zooming from his vision as they travelled along a street road, the night-lamps glimmering and illuminating the seaside town. Staring out the window he saw several people wandering around, most of them travelling to pubs in order to drink themselves into a blissful oblivion. The young German looked around the inside of his transport, staring around at the other travellers. The coach was a typical example of British transport, large and heavy, quite stylish in design but clumsy and far from an elegant form of travel. Several other people sat near him, most of them younger and more foolish teenagers, around the ages of 18 to 20. Xaie felt fairly mature at 22 and attempted to resume sleeping, he’d not gotten a wink of sleep on the plane from Germany to England. Most of all he wanted a drink and a shower, he felt a change of clothes was needed, he’d gotten quite sick of wearing the same blue jeans and red jumper all the way from his home. He scratched his black shirt underneath and rested his head back against the window, his jet black hair matted and pressed against the wet glass, the red highlights at the tips slightly faded and his bright green eyes hung behind a weary set of eyelids. But he was determined to take some time off; a nice relaxing holiday at a theme park he’d always wanted to visit. The theme park was originally a “family” theme park but over time it had gotten a more sinister reputation for delving into dark and devious debauchery. Powerful and euphoric nightclubs, bars filled with every drink in the world, tobacco parlours and strip clubs, it made pleasure island a far darker place at night. Eventually the park forgone the family theme as it made far more money from being a place where adults could indulge both childish and adult pleasures. That and they had plenty of typical rides you’d expect at a theme park, a Ferris wheel, several typical attractions and even a rollercoaster that went inside a large cavern, splashing water over everyone who entered; were all attractions listed in the brochure. Yet he was content on amusing himself with the sights and sounds, and hopefully the booze. It was no surprise in that case, that many of the younger people were party goers and ravers; originating from different countries in order to experience nightclubs all over the world; and this was just the latest sensual indulgence. The bus finally began to slow, turning a few corners and only serving to stop Xaie from falling back to sleep, he’d been on the vehicle for god knows how long; and he just wanted to get to the park. After a few more minutes of driving he got a glimpse of the actual beach, dark sands stretching onwards into a deep dark blue sea, the moon shining off its surface. He noticed several people wandering on the beach, a few donkeys trotting alongside as they carried young children on a night trip. He passed a few more signs and a large impressive looking pier before continuing down the road. He looked in delight as he saw bright lights and moving shapes in the distances, moving and shining high above the tips of the houses that dotted the coastline. He grinned widely, his heart beginning to race as he neared his destination, knowing that soon he’d be at the pleasure island theme park. Xaie shook the rest of the fatigue out of him, knowing now he didn’t need to sleep anymore; soon he’d be at the place he’d wanted to go for too long. The coach continued along the road, past several bumps until Xaie found himself staring at the entrance to Pleasure Island, the bright lights and neon glow of the sign just begged him to come inside; it seemed like the park itself was whispering in his ear to enjoy himself. He knew it was because he’d wanted to visit this park for years, from a young teenager hearing the stories of the park and wanting to visit. From the view of his windows; Xaie could see the bright lights of a nightclub, the spinning wheel and shooting rollercoasters, and the flashing neon signs of bars and “mature” themes of the areas the lights originated from. This was a theme park for adults, and it was a place where one could let themselves go; or at least that’s what he’d heard about it. Everyone began to leave the coach, the bus driver opening the doors and nodding as each individual began to exit the train, the same look of glee on their faces as Xaie wore. The sharp cold fresh seaside air pierced Xaie’s nostrils where only air conditioned flatulent filled fetid gasses of the coach once lingered; and already Xaie began to feel more alive. He looked to the side of the coach as the side opened up on its own, the many bags within getting their first glimpse of light in hours. Xaie wandered through the crowds of eager young teenagers, all willing and rather exited. He grabbed his black and red suitcase from the pile of luggage and eagerly walked towards the entrance of the theme park, slowly traversing the arch above; and seeing the cleanly planted trees and neatly placed bins scattered around, leading to a bridge that spanned across the water to the island of pleasure itself. A smile accompanied Xaie all the way across the bridge to the other side; and through the walk to the hotel, the moment of excitement not leaving his mind or eyes. He walked through many small portable stalls that sold “cotton candy” and many different sweets, several pleasure island themed drinks dispensers and several seating areas; though no proper concession stands or sideshows; he assumed that was around the park itself. He was shocked to even see a place dedicated to snooker and pool; the smell of strong tobacco and booze came from within. As he walked past a few of the buildings he saw a small donkey walking around, it seemed to be carrying large barrels of what he could only assume was beer. It’s ears were almost flat against it’s head but it seemed to know where it was going, slowly plodding along and stopped near a restaurant, where an employee petted it ont the head and began unloading the beer. Disregarding this he continued walking, seeing a merry go round and a large fast spinning wheel that shot patrons round at ludicrous speeds. Xaie had to walk across another bridge and finally met with another section of the theme park, a large area dedicated to food, drink and accommodation. A large hotel named “guest house pleaserado” and odd looking hotel that both seemed strangely foreboding and both deceptively inviting. Xaie walked into the cosy interior, a stone floor in the lobby, several chairs and a large reception desk, with an office behind, and two sets of stairs and elevators to the left and ride hand sides of the room. Xaie walked to the reception desk with the several other guests and were met by a rather stocky but tall gentleman, who blundered out of the office in an almost drunkard walk and walked towards the desk. Xaie was shocked to see the man had the shiniest hairless head he’d ever seen, huge glasses and held a rather large glass of beer. He wore a strange brown suit which seemed to have a few stains of a questionable nature over them. “Right then…..You lot the new bunch?! HOI!!!! RICH!!! We got some more!!” he asked, before shouting at the top of his voice in a thick harsh London accent through the hall towards the back room. A moment’s pause hung in the air before a rather posh, more feminine voice replied. “Well go on then!....take their luggage up to their rooms!…..god I’m busy in here!” the voice replied back, the sound of a television blaring away in the office; along with other noises Xaie could only guess at. “Right-O rich…you fellas can come back later; I’ll take these up to your rooms….go on! Shoo!” he turned round and said to the crowd including Xaie, before shouting at them to leave, grabbing several suitcases in one hand and struggling with them towards the stairs. Xaie looked around as he watched the other guests leave the hotel door, letting go of his bag and walking towards the exit, following the crowd and trying to forget his worries about the luggage he’d left behind in the hands of the two questionable managers. As he walked back through the park the crowd slowly started to disperse, each individual spreading around and going in different directions, some heading towards the rides, some heading to the restaurants and bars, some even heading out of the park; presumably to find cheaper drinks elsewhere. Xaie pondered, looking at the still functioning rides, the roller coasters; and concluded it was too late to be spinning around on attractions; his eyes glancing over the restaurants and pubs, grinning slightly at the prospect. He was going to be here for a while, and since it was already night he could suffer a few drinks, an early bed and he’d be ready for the rest of his time at the park. Smiling happily and ruffling his red zip up jacket style jumper with a rather large flared collar; Xaie broke into a brisk walk, heading towards a rather interesting looking bar called “Puck’s Deviance” with the visage of a rather interesting looking woman in a bathing costume in bright turquoise neon lighting. Looking around he didn’t know if there were other bars to visit, so he puffed his chest up and strolled into the bar. A smell of smoke, booze and spirits entered his nostrils as he pushed the full length swinging door with his hand, the haze of senses hitting him all at once, the smell of which he found strangely intoxicating. He looked around the bar as his eyes adjusted to the rather dim lighting, seeing all sorts of old tin signs plastered on the wall, neon lights and a bar full of drinks with a dim purple lighting behind it. All around thick heavy oak tables were positioned in the bar, a cigarette machine in the corner leading to the toilets and all around, heavy ales and beer were being drunk by all sorts of men. Xaie felt somewhat out of his depth, but didn’t complain being around larger men, though he was questioning the idea of scoring. Nearly every table however had the flaming embers of a cigar or cigarette lit, either resting in an ash tray, or behind the lips of one of the many male patrons; puffing and exhaling thick heavy smoke into the air; contributing to the glorious smells of the surrounding environment. Xaie coughed a little, but didn’t complain about the smoke, if anything it added to the experience of being in a bar, the sensations were part of the pleasure. He slowly walked through the rather crowded bar, some men standing up and holding beer, laughing and talking to one another; sharing all sorts of typical male stories, others were sat down, conversing and ingesting the golden liquids and spirits. Squeezing past a few of them he heard them talking about football, rugby, how some were certain they were getting laid tonight, others boasting about how they beat another man up in a fight; Xaie seemed surrounded by manly asses, yet he didn’t seem to mind too much. He got to the bar and expected to see a woman with large breasts attending the counter, but instead he was met with a rather large bulky man, who cleaned down the surfaces with a cloth. He saw Xaie approaching and smiled, putting on a clearly fake smile for the customer and put his tired dry overworked hands on the counter. Xaie spied his name-badge, and saw the name “Nicolas Bottom” and his mind wandered to the appropriate greeting. Just as Xaie opened his mouth the bartender spoke, breaking him off before he could speak. “Yes sir….what can I get you this evening?” he asked in a rather well-spoken British accent, which made sense considering the place he was in. Xaie felt a little unsure, but his worries were put at ease when he heard the pleasant voice and accent. He was confused as to what to get himself, all of the sprits looked rather appetising, yet he wanted something a bit more…filling. “Umm, how much are your beers?” Xaie replied, asking back to the bartender in a bit of a nervous fashion, a little unsure of his surroundings, always getting a little uneasy in these types of social situations. “Payment isn’t necessary sir, all our beers here are free for hotel guests, please enjoy yourself” The bartender replied, smiling kindly, which seemed to put Xaie at ease. He reached down under the table, and gripped a bottle, the sound of ice crunching as the bartender filled a large typical dimpled glass pint jug; placing it onto the counter with a “thud” and levering the bottle cap on the counter, the sound of rushing gasses exiting the bottle. Xaie’s throat felt even more parched as he watched the bartender pour the golden liquid into the cold glass, the very act of pouring a beer seemed to tantalise him. “There you are sir; enjoy. Also please take one of our complimentary cigars, one per customer” he replied; reaching to a small cardboard box, picking out a large cigar and cutting the end off with an odd looking bladed device, and then placing the thick; rather intimidating looking cigar on the counter. Xaie looked down as he picked up the drink, taking a look at the cigar and pausing slightly, and then looked back up at the bartender. “I….I errr….don’t smoke, I wouldn’t know where to begin” he replied, feeling a little embarrassed and awkward, his cheeks turning a little red. The bartender replied not with confusion, but with a conformation smile, the same smile that seemed to make him feel at ease” “Please Sir, give it a go; I can promise you they are the smoothest cigars you’ll ever find” he replied, the charms of the bartender seemingly worming influence into the back of Xaie’s head, making him complacent. “Oh…..oh alright then, ummm sure” he replied nervously, picking up the cigar with his free hand, looking around at the tables, trying to find a place to sit. His eyes scanned over the large males and the smoke filled air, the scent of beer and tobacco still intoxicating his senses slightly. After a little walking around, squeezing through a few intimidating looking men he found a spare table, a few beer spills and ashes didn’t seem to bother him that much as he sat down. He placed the cigar down next to the beer spill and a discarded box of matches, the other men sat around chatting, completely unaware of his presence. Xaie hefted the rather heavy jug up and took a sip of the golden beer, his mouth salivating and his throat tingling as the fizzy liquid poured down his throat. It was certainly a strong beer, stronger than anything he’d tasted; but very enjoyable. He smiled and took another swig, and another, each getting bigger than the last. Eventually he found himself with an almost empty glass. Picking himself up he moved back towards the bar again, placing the mug down on the counter and smiling at the bartender, feeling a little more confident in his surrounding environments. “Would you like another sir?” the bartender asked, smiling at Xaie; picking his glass off the counter as Xaie nodded and smiled back; watching the bartender open another bottle of unfamiliar beer, picking the glass up once the bartender had filled it. “Sir…..for you” the bartender continued as Xaie turned around, turning his head back to the bartender who held out an open bottle. “I’m certain you’ll be back for more, so here, take a full bottle for a refill” he continued, smiling as Xaie took the ice cold bottle from his hands, nodding in thanks before walking back to his table. As Xaie sat down he looked at the beer itself; possessing a strange name called “The Midas touch” and the beer itself was golden and bright, yet stronger than the colour let on. The beers seemed to vanish one by one, each time he went back to the bar; the bartender seemed to become more and more attractive, and he himself seemed to forget more and more where he was. He found himself doing thing he would never normally do; winking and flirting with the other men, not even caring or knowing if they were able to flirt back; stopping after a few shifty looks. After several drinks he found himself with half a glass, and almost unable to drink anymore, the cigar next to him; still untouched, still waiting; taunting him. In his semi-inebriated state he picked up the cigar, looking over the slightly soggy box of matches. Xaie smiled to himself, placing the cigar in his lips, holding in place with his teeth and picked out a match, striking it on the side of the box until a hot flame ignited the tip. He brought the lit match to the tip of the cigar, lighting up and letting the smoke rise from the smouldering end. Drawing his breath in; he pulled the smoke into his mouth, removing the cigar and holding the fumes. He could smell the tobacco, taste it even, it was musky and sweet, yet smooth and gentle on his tongue. As he held it, he couldn’t feel any bite or pain, it was quite pleasant and almost sensual in a way. He exhaled and smoke leaked from his mouth and nostrils, fresh air mixing with the smoke and making the taste and smells even more intense. Xaie grunted, finding the smell and scent of the smoke amazing, almost like drinking beer, the pleasure of taste but also smell, it was a very overwhelming sensation. As he took another draw from his cigar, holding in the smoke and exhaling it again, taking a swig from the pint glass; he felt a strange pulling sensation in his crotch. Looking down he saw his jeans bulging in the middle, his cheeks blushed red as he realised he had a rather embarrassing erection. He looked around the bar and thankfully nobody was paying attention, taking another draw from the cigar, only to find himself becoming more aroused. After a few minutes he decided to go out for a stroll; he didn’t want to attract attention, and he certainly didn’t want to stop smoking; he’d found it to be quite addictive. Xaie smiled to himself, picking his beer and cigar up and walking towards the entrance, using the beer glass as a shield for his embarrassment, pushing the bar door open with his shoulder and walked out into the cold night. The bartender watched as the door closed behind Xaie, a smile curling across his lips while he watched his early patron leave, then smiling fully; putting on his fake grin as he turned and served his next customer. Xaie took a deep breath in the fresh salty sea air, looking around and seeing a few people wandering around, mostly towards the rides. He wanted to find a place secluded and without anybody around, and his mind immediately turned to the idea of Concession stands and sideshow areas. In most theme parks they had areas where Concession stands, shops and sideshow amusements, like shooting galleries or throwing balls to win prizes. In every park he’d been to; they were shut down at night to avoid thefts, and nobody went there except staff. He grinned to himself and took another puff of his cigar, grunting in satisfaction at the smell and taste, walking briskly towards the Concession stands. The cold night was refreshing and soothing, and Xaie balanced it out with the warmth of the cigar, feeling his erection even stronger than before, pushing proudly against the fabric of his jeans. After a short walk through the park ride areas, seeing a few other park goers giggling and walking around drunkenly; he finally reached the Concession stands and food areas, and as he suspected there was nobody around, only closed stalls, empty benches, and the glance of the occasional janitor or employee in the distance. He grinned and took another swig of his beer; gulping down the now lukewarm beer happily, the smell of smoke still in his mouth and nostrils. Suddenly he felt a strange sensation down in his bladder, the feeling of pain, almost like… “Urhh…where’s the toilets” Xaie said to himself, rubbing his semi-erection; the bulge in his pants feeling rather large. His bladder ached for release, the large quantity of alcohol he’d consumed had taken its toll and he felt the urge to urinate. He glanced around, trying to find signs pointing to the direction of the toilet; squeezing his legs together and grunting, still taking a draw from his cigar however. He looked around and squinted, seeing a sign leading to the toilets, the familiar stick figure man and woman was clearly shown. He smiled and began walking towards the sign, holding his beer in one hand, and the still smoking cigar in the other, occasionally making his erection worse by taking in another mouthful. He finally reached the toilet sign, clearly pointing in the direction of a large building built into a set of shops, but the doors were closed and locked tight for both male and female. Xaie frowned and walked towards them, taking another draw before he reached the door. He pushed against the hard wood surface, slamming against it, hoping to push it open with brute force ignorance; yet it yielded no results, except a sore shoulder and a disgruntled expression. His face turned to disgust and irritation, his bladder aching for release, he looked around the game stands and saw that one of the sideshows has a light above it that was illumining the ground below, and clearly seen on the lower boards; was the picture of a laughing cartoon donkey, seemingly staring and taunting him. Xaie stared for a moment, looking around and thankfully couldn’t see anybody. He pushed the cigar between his lips and walked over to the closed down stand; taking another deep draw from the cigar and swirling the smoke around in his mouth, allowing it to leak out as he reached the counter; the smoke illumined by the light above. He placed his mug down on the counter, next to the small metal device which was used to take credit card numbers and a small coin slot, obviously used to pay for an obviously rigged game. He stood with the cigar in his mouth and unzipped his jeans, puffing smoke through his mouth and nose, grinning as he fumbled around with his pants. He gripped his prick with one hand and found it felt slightly larger than before, yet he realised this must be down to his semi erection and arched his head back, feeling the cold air brace across his foreskin. Xaie puffed and gasped loudly as he felt his bladder loosen, dehydrated bright yellow piss streaming out onto the visage of the donkey, making Xaie laugh slightly. “Teach you to laugh at me; stupid jackass” he smiled and commented to himself, pulling the cigar out with one hand and picking up his beer glass with another, and taking another large swig, letting his cock hang down as he pissed over the face of the laughing donkey. Finally Xaie felt his bladder push out the last of his waste and he shook his cock free of any loose drops, placing the almost empty glass back onto the wood counter and putting the cigar back in his lips, puffing again before looking down at his shaft to push it back into his pants. “What the!....” Xaie said to himself loudly, seeing his shaft in the dim park lights. The colour had changed, there were unhealthy looking black blotches that had formed over the skin where once pink skin used to be; some areas of his skin were clean, but the marbled nature of his shaft made his heart skip a beat, his mind reeling from this; thinking he has some sort of skin infection. Thick veins pulsated along the surface as he felt his erection return, this time stronger than before. It was then he realised something else was wrong, his shaft was bigger, far bigger than he was used to. He puffed his cigar again as it grew larger, a semi erection was larger than his full cock length and he was both terrified and aroused; His hands hovered over the skin, feeling like he wanted to touch it, but not knowing what was wrong, it was then his heart sank as he heard somebody behind him. “Hey! What’re up to!” an older gruff British voice said behind him, Xaie turning his head and seeing the overalls of a janitor and the badge of the park stated clearly on the dirty cloth. Xaie almost stumbled over in shock and grunted to himself, turning round and desperately stuffing his semi erect shaft into his trousers, sweat droplets forming on his head as he tried to zip his jeans up. “Hey! I said….what are you doing?! Are…..are you taking a piss on that stand!!” he shouted, seeing the watermark on the face of the donkey, watching Xaie trying to zip his pants up. He fumed in anger and disgust until Xaie turned round. “I errr…..s..sorry sir, the toilets were…..ummm I” Xaie stammered, falling over his own words as he tried to explain his drunken actions, picking up his glass and slowly walking to the side. “No….you stay right there, don’t move” said the janitor, Xaie stopped moving and looked at the janitor’s face, which had turned from anger to a bleak expression of interest, he walked back alongside one of the stalls and pulled out a trolley with a few supplies and cleaning tools. He wheeled it towards Xaie; keeping his eyes fixated on him. He looked around the cart, moving a few brushes and clothes out the way, and then picked out a large old looking radio from underneath a towel, pressing down on the button and raising it to his mouth. “Concession stands, we’ve got one for the stable” he said blankly, putting the radio back in the trolley and staring at Xaie with piercing eyes, his gaze directing downwards. He looked at Xaie’s throbbing erection, growing larger and moving down his trouser leg, slowly increasing in size. “Umm…please sir, can I leave; I…didn’t mean to cause any trouble” Xaie said shyly, grunting a little as he felt his erection pressing against his zip, trying his hardest to find an excuse to leave. The janitor shook his head from side to side, looking up at Xaie’s face, watching the sweat twinkle on his forehead under the illumination of the hot night-lamp above. “How are you feeling? Hot? Flustered?” he asked, the strange nature of Xaie’s situation made him feel very ill at ease, a tingling sensation biting at his ear, an itch forming behind his neck, the cigar still smoking in his mouth in front of his blushed cheeks. Xaie didn’t respond with words, but a simple shy nod, scratching his ears, and feeling something strangely off with them. He felt flustered and hot, almost terrified of the janitor, wondering why he was asking such things. He grunted and gasped, rubbing his fingers across his tingling ears, feeling them throbbing between his fingertips, the tips almost seemed pointed. He felt his heart racing again, adrenaline began to surge as his face turned to horror; feeling the tips of his ears moving up, feeling them growing. He felt his ear growing longer and longer, his eyes staring at the floor near the janitor’s feet, terrified and scared he dropped his beer glass, shattering on the ground below, staining the concrete floor with the last of his booze. He reached up with his other hand, panting and drawing smoke into his nose and mouth at the same time, the cigar still held between his teeth; too shocked to let it go. Xaie looked up at the janitor, who wore a totally blank expression, staring at him as he touched his growing ears, the other ear lengthening at the same rate; tiny hairs prickling on the skin and pushing outwards. Xaie looked at him in horror, his expression pleading for help, yet the janitor’s only response was to pick up the radio again. “I’d hurry, he’s just started” the janitor said into the radio, pressing the button down and speaking into the mouthpiece, then placed the radio back down into the trolley once more. Xaie felt his ears stretch upwards, his nostrils aching as smoke leaked almost uncontrollably from them. He groaned as he felt his nostrils stretching apart; becoming wider as the smoke leaked from them; tingling the skin and hairs. A smile curled across the janitors face, Xaie’s ears growing longer, now reaching past the top of his head and still lengthening, small brown hairs sprouting around the edges while lighter ones began growing on the inside. “Please……help me! What’s happening?” Xaie cried out, stumbling towards the janitor, one hand reaching out. It was then he noticed strange looking brown hairs growing on the tops of his hand, a look of horror constantly being expressed, his ears twitching and growing longer with each passing second. Xaie could feel his ears stretching, it almost felt like a creaking, a low vibration in his head as the cartilage stretched and grew longer and larger, the tingling driving him mad. He scratched the back of his neck in fear and anxiety, only to feel thick coarse hairs sprouting under his hairline, his eyes widening as he felt his ears shifting upwards nearer the top of his head, his fingers tracing across the surface as more hair grew, covering the skin completely. The janitor stared with a smile at Xaie, seeing his ears growing longer and larger, thick fur spreading across their surface and overtaking his neck and skin. Xaie grunted and gasped moving forwards to the janitor, wanting to grab him, pleased to him for help, it was then he heard laughter and noises. “Wow! He’s further along than I expected! You weren’t joking when you said you had another for stable Mike” said a voice from behind Xaie, the sound of a typical jock or asshole, a cocky self-satisfied voice most likely belonging to a typical dickish male. Xaie turned his head to see a technician, then he heard clapping from his left, another person arrived, this time a store clerk. More and more people began to arrive, the janitor, store clerk, a water management employee, all employed to the park. They circled around him, his ears twitching and moving to the noise involuntarily as they grew, his hands still griping them tightly as he felt they were almost as long as his forearms now, and were disproportionate to the size of his head. “Ok then lads taking all bets on no voice, give us your cash” the janitor shouted, a few of the men gathering round, handing in cash notes to the janitor who placed them in his top pocket, some of the others giving Xaie intimidating stares. He almost began to cower, gripping his ears and pulling them down, his face red as he backed off against the stand; the laughing piss stained jackass still grinning and laughing at him. He gripped his furry ears tightly as the noises around him began to disturb him, the situation he was in too alien; he couldn’t cope. Smoke left his nostrils as he felt his nose crack and twist, his mouth feeling warm as the cigar began to reach almost halfway, the tobacco burning hotter and hotter. The janitor seemed busy gathering money and only a few of the workers watched him, they stared him down, making him feel embarrassed, ashamed almost; even in the strangeness of the situation he felt the sharp sting of social awkwardness bite at him. Xaie let go of his long ears which immediately sprung up, able to feel the cold wind rushing through the hairs, the fur spreading around his neck. His ears at this point were mostly a dark bay colour; the fur inside his ears was far longer and thicker and seemed to be a lighter Tan colour; showing a distinct difference between his inner and outer jackass ears. Xaie moved his new long equine ears back at the sensation coming from his nose, feeling his nostrils aching while his lips tingled as the smoke exhaled; seemingly warming the flesh and pushing it outwards. “Cummon! Faster!” shouted one of the employees at Xaie, watching his changes occur, egging him on. The others began to shout and cheer as they watched Xaie, his nostrils expanding as he backed off against the stall, feeling cornered and helpless. Xaie snorted through his nose, feeling the smoke leak from them; making them tingle with a strange sensation. He looked down, crossing his eyes and saw his nostrils changing colour, his skin turning from a pink, to a strange dark grey around his nostrils and mouth. He took a last draw in before the cigar fell from his lips; out onto the floor in shock of his changing skin colour, his nostrils becoming larger and changing shape as the last puff of smoke exited them. He grunted as his lips began to quiver, his nose and upper lips seemingly stretching and pushing together, the skin feeling silky smooth but very warm to the touch. He grunted as it discoloured further making him huff heavily from his mouth and breathe through his nostrils as they pushed apart, stretching wider as his nose and mouth no longer resembling anything human; something far more….animal. “Pleeeeaasse! Stop…..help meee!” he cried out, pressing his hands against his face, feeling it crack and stretch; his flesh shifting and warping underneath his grasp, folding his long ears down in fear. He could feel how strange his skin felt, the texture of his mouth and lips seemed rougher more durable; and the heat radiating from them was unreal. Xaie Grunted and yelped in pain, his back and pelvis cracking violently; forcing him to fall to his knees on the wet concrete floor, pressing his hands on the ground and grunting in pain. The pain soon subsided and he felt vibrations and grinding in his back as it cracked and started to shift down, feeling like something was pressing up against his jeans. His rear stretched out, his buttocks becoming wider and wider as fat started to grow there; muscle throbbing and forming underneath. It wasn’t long before his jeans were unable to contain the growing hips and buttocks; tears began to form as the fabric ripped apart. Xaie grunted as his trousers gave way, the button on the front popping off and back split in half, revealing the white of his underpants. He grunted as he felt the zip give way to the weight in his pants and his cock flopped around freely in his underwear as his jeans fell down his legs. Xaie felt a tear trickle in his eye running down his cheek and falling to the ground below; the smoke from the cigar still infesting and leaking into his changed nostrils; only turning him on more. Grunting and huffing through his strangely shaped nostrils, he felt a prodding sensation in his rear, like something pushing out from under the skin; feeling like his flesh was on fire and moving with the object. He looked behind him; his neck aching as he saw one of the employees had gotten behind him, surrounding and preventing him from doing anything but be presented to them; trapped within a circle. He gasped, feeling his pants stretching away from his rear; watching a point raising his pants from the cleft of his buttocks, pushing the fabric. He could also feel it pushing up against the cloth, some skin stretching and growing; it felt strange and wonderful, as well as completely alien. The employees around him began to stay silent, listening to him grunting and huffing; his underpants stretching in plain sight, something pushing the fabric upwards. Tingling began to afflict his rear next; the strange sensation that struck his buttocks began affecting the strange limb that seemed to be growing within his underpants; the skin feeling hot and flustered, sweat forming underneath. “Pleeaaasssee Haaawwllllp Meee!” Xaie shouted out, his cries for help becoming longer and louder, his voice seemed to be distorting slightly; becoming strangely familiar to something; but he couldn’t pin down what. He could feel this strange limb, it felt like a long finger pushing against his pants, the tingling affecting that part too, it felt alien and odd, yet pleasant and almost arousing. The tightness of his pants began to hurt the growth; it felt like tightness around a finger; a glove that was on too tight, a tightness he wished would go away, the pain too much to bear. Xaie’s long ears perked up, turning behind him as he heard a ripping sound, fabric tearing and coming loose, and finally the pain disappeared. This was met with a loud cheer as a thick fleshy tail burst violently from Xaie’s underpants, tearing the fabric apart with strong muscle, a coarse heavy coat of brown bay fur covering the surface, with a black tuft of hair on the end. Xaie gasped loudly in pleasure as the pain dissipated, feeling this strange limb moving. He felt the muscles in the dock of the tail moving to his whims; it felt surreal like it wasn’t the first time he’d had one. Yet the muscles twitched almost involuntarily; however he felt a certain level of control, flicking it from left to right at his will. Eager to see whatever had come free; he turned his head around again in curiosity. His eyes bulged as he saw his furry brown tail flicking from side to side at his command, his skin darkening as it spread to his buttocks as fur overtook his humanity, the appearance of the tail unmistakable. It was also then he felt the cold wind brace across his cock, feeling it growing as an erection formed, unable to control it. “Wonderuful lads! We’ve got another donkey for the stable; we’ll make this one a labourer” said the janitor, smiling gleefully to his co-workers as they looked down upon the tearful eyed Xaie, who was both confused and terrified; seeing his jackass tail flick from side to side. What terrified him the most was his ability to control the tail; it was a part of him now, the tail, the hair and even the fur as it grew and began to cover his buttocks. “NOooooawwwww I don’t……stop it! I don’t wanna be a donkeeeeey!” he cried out, his nostrils flaring up in fear and terror, looking up at the janitor and pushing his tail between his legs in fear. The Janitor smiled, bursting into a laugh as they looked down at the human before them; soon to be something else entirely. Xaie Felt a hand gripping his new tail, making him invariantly let out a loud grunt as it was tugged up sharply, making him raise his rear up almost against his will. “Hey lads look! This one’s got a prime asshole; the other males are going to love him!” He shouted rudely, forcibly lifting Xaie’s new tail up; probing his finger against Xaie’s pucker, fur beginning to spread around his rear. Xaie moaned loudly as he felt the finger probing his human anus; heat gathering around it as thicker muscle formed around it; pushing it out more as his buttocks started to pull apart. He felt the rim of his ass press against the skin of his buttocks as it thickened; grunting loudly as he felt it shift upwards, his eyes wide open as it moved towards the dock of his tail. He felt his inside shifting shape, his pucker pulling up to be just below the base of his tail; his asshole tingling and changing colour to a dark black as it settled in a configuration fit for a quadruped. Xaie gasped in pleasure as he felt his asshole twitch and change, he could feel it throbbing as the stranger probed it gently, making him blush and grunt. He shook his head, trying to deny how good it all felt; his tail and changed asshole, the growth of his fur. He tried to battle it; fight the trance he was being pulled into; resist the pleasurable and tantalising changes that were afflicting his soft human form and turning into a powerful beast. “I think this boy likes it lads! He’s going to be a right jenny in the stables!” he laughed as he watched Xaie’s rear stretch and expand, becoming larger thicker and more muscular. Xaie could only blush as he felt his rear being probed, his ass tingling as fur began to spread across it; his buttocks becoming larger as his hips widened. He could feel the mass in his buttocks being pulled to the side, his asshole becoming more and more obvious; the flesh from his rear being turned into his soon-to-be flanks. He moaned as he felt the man let go of his tail; feeling it stay upright before slowly moving down, making it move from side to side at his will; scaring him even then that he had such natural control over a limb he’d never possessed before this moment. “Go on! Slap the ass! Let’s see if we can make him bray!” the employee behind him remarked, letting go of his tail and standing back up, one of the other men on the right leaning in and slapping Xaie’s rear hard, making him lift his tail up out of his own wants and cry out loudly, his now animal anus throbbing below his thick donkey tail, Xaie raising it up high out of instinct and flicking the tip around from side to side. Another hard powerful slap and Xaie’s face was pushed closer to the ground, his ass expanding in size with each slap, his buttocks becoming huge, disproportionate to his torso. From the men’s point of view, his buttocks was over twice the width of his chest and his human torso seemed to blend so badly with his massive rear. Moaning at the sensation of his disproportionately large flanks and rear he looked up and saw the boots of the janitor, reaching out he grabbed the leather and pleaded. “Pleaseee……Urhhhhhhhahhh….stoooooaaawwwwp!” he cried out, feeling another slap making him grunt and moan loudly; his voice breaking again as he felt an involuntary nose exit his throat. He flicked his tail around and up again, exposing his equine anus, almost presenting to the males. The janitor could only smile as he slipped his shoe from underneath Xaie’s hands, looking back he saw his massive rear, his back cracking shifting shape; making him gasp loudly as another hand braced hard across his furry rear. “Back off lads! His feet are coming in” one of the employees said, looking down at Xaie’s shoes they saw his feet expanding within the leather. Xaie cried out in pain, his feet pressing up against the leather of his trainers, his nails rubbing and cutting through the stitching. He groaned as his feet began pushing through his trainers, slowly explaining and cracking loudly. Xaie could feel his bones cracking and rubbing up against each other as his feet lengthened, he felt his toes start to shrink inside his shoes, mass being pulled from them into his thickening and growing feet; taking on a larger rounder appearance. Xaie gasped as his other foot broke free, his shoes spreading apart at his ankles, all but one toe receding into the growing thickening flesh. He groaned loudly, feeling his nail push through his skin like putty through a mould, the nail spreading and expanding around his one singular “toe”, curling round into a horribly familiar shape. Xaie looked back behind him, past his large furry rear he saw his nails expanding, scraping against the concrete. “NOooooo Stooooaaappp!” he cried out, his voice breaking slightly, becoming louder and harsher to the ears; his nostrils flaring as he watched his libs contort and change. His “toe” became as thick as his feet, eventually merging into one large limb, the nail curling round and thickening; possessing a significant weight. To Xaie the shifting flesh felt like warmth and vibration, the bones cracking painlessly in his shifting limb, his nail pushing out against the concrete. He groaned at the sensations, they were strange but pleasurable, like experiencing something totally new, the intoxicating sensations his transformation brought. Even as Xaie felt the changes occurring, tingling heat spread down his legs, his thighs tingling as fur spread between his legs and down the skin. He shook his head in denial, closing them and hoping it as all a bad dream. A loud “snap” each-other from his hips, and he cried out in shock; his upper legs beginning to pull into his rear, more mass adding to his large buttocks he gasped. He felt a grinding in his legs, the bones shifting mass as his femur began to shrink and shorten, pulling closer to his pelvis. Moaning again he felt his tibia and fibula fuse into one bone; feeling like a throbbing heat within his flesh while his feet extended to a point where it was the same length as his lower leg. Xaie gasped and attempted to move the strange configuration, feeling the flesh around his flanks fusing his “knees” closer to his crotch. Xaie gasped and tried to comprehend the new limb configuration, his lower human leg and “feet” now the same length seemed to act as his rear legs, his legs bending backwards at his “ankle”. He grunted and scraped his nail across the floor, the tingling fur still spreading across the surface of his skin, he grunted at the sensation of his new longer limbs lifting his rear even higher above the ground. He moved his other leg up until he felt his nail pressing against the floor, providing stable support. He grunted and looked round, his eyes welling up with tears as he saw two thick heavy dirty donkey’s hooves, pressed against the concrete, his skin had changed to a matte black and rough bay fur was spreading around his newly configured legs, slowly becoming thicker around the base of his hooves as the last remnants of human skin disappeared, leaving him with an impressive pair of rear asses legs and a rather large flank, the entire bottom half his body now equine in form. “Well guys, this one’s holding back, shall we get him to let go?” said the janitor, looking around at the other men, who all smiled and nodded. A devious smile formed on one of the employees faces as he leaned down underneath Xaie’s right side, his hand reaching underneath the half donkey’s belly and saw his erect human shaft, the skin slowly staining with dark matte black colouration as it dripped pre-cum onto the floor. The devious employee grinned and reached between Xaie’s legs, unable to stop him he began rubbing the shifting shaft against his belly, pre-cum leaking over his hand and dripping to the floor. Xaie felt a surge of pleasure rushing through his animal loins, lifting his tail up in delight as he felt the soft hands pressing his wet sticky cock up against his belly, making him gasp and grunt in pleasure. “Hey guys I think our animal likes it…” the man said, his hand pressing Xaie’s throbbing cock firmly against his crotch, the head radiating from his prick was unreal. Xaie grunted and moaned loudly, feeling his cock-skin sticking slightly, he presumed from sweat and cum, disregarding that sensation, and focusing on the feeling of his cock growing longer and thicker. It felt amazing as his animalistic loins ached with sensation, his oversized prostate leaking pre-cum from his prick tip, the skin sticking even more to his belly. Xaie moaned as he turned his head, feeling his cock being rubbed gently and sensually. His foreskin throbbed as he looked to his side, trying to see the face of whoever was pleasuring him. Yet to his shock there was nobody, the man who had been touching him was standing up, pre-cum dripping from his hands, yet Xaie could still feel his cock pressed up against his belly, throbbing and leaking pre-cum. “Urhhhh god……what is…it” moaned Xaie, looking round underneath his legs, pushing his torso up with his arms and looking underneath and his eyes saw something strange. Aside from his thick dirty donkey hooves, furry hind legs and a tail swishing from his huge rear; his foreskin had fused with his belly and his cock seemed to have become connected as well, his entire dick had been merged to his belly into a long black fleshy tube-like structure. He grunted and gasped as he felt a brave man reaching between his large muscular animal legs, and gently cupped his still human balls, gently massaging them and rolling them around in his hands. Xaie Gasped, slowly closing his eyes in pleasure as he smelt more of the glorious smoke mixing with the scent of his own cum, feeling his testicles inflate in the man’s grasp as they slowly filled with his new donkey seed. Xaie gasped as his balls throbbed and ached with pleasure, getting turned on by the thought of possessing animal seed, no longer human anymore as they grew larger and bigger, hanging down lower than before in a thick heavy sack. Heat tingled across his ball-skin, changing colour from a pink to a silky soft black colour and texture. Xaie opened his eyes, feeling his cock becoming erect; he looked back between his legs, seeing the pink hand rubbing his balls slowly, and the tip of something pushing through his fused foreskin. Pre-cum leaked out as Xaie grunted and moaned in pleasure, his foreskin stretching as the round mushroom shaped flare of a thick equine cock pushed out from his foreskin, stretching out longer and longer, thicker and thicker. “urhhhh yeeeesss….URHHhhhawww!” Xaie moaned, feeling the thick prick stretching his new silky soft sensitive skin out, his animal dick gaining length and dripping pre-cum from a tube-like pisshole flared proudly at the tip of his mushroom shaped prick. Xaie’s eyes bulged in both shock and glee at the sight of his magnificent donkey cock pushing out past his foreskin, stretching it apart and pushing out to be longer and longer. Xaie grunted and moaned, realising his foreskin had become an animalistic equine sheath, his lower body was no nothing more than that of a donkey, and he had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn’t stop there. Yet as horrible as the situation was the sensation of his cock; sliding past his foreskin, pre-cum dripping out as his thick long donkey cock slapped against his belly with the pulsating erections; he couldn’t help but want it, need it in the back of his head. “no” he said to himself; he had to fight it; had to control his urges. Even then he felt a wave of pleasure as he felt his median ring tingle his thick black donkey sheath, making him shiver in sheer ecstasy and beat away any resistance he had gained. “Urhhh…..s..s..stop it….” Moaned Xaie in protest, trying his hardest to resist the tantalising sensations of his erect equine shaft, the entire length he could feel rubbing up against his belly and chest, the tip leaking pre-cum over his nipples and dripping to the floor. The length of his prick was incredible, compared to his unchanged human body it almost reached his head, spurting cum over his chest, the tip just stroking his neck and teasing him with the smell. Xaie’s back cracked, he moaned loudly as he arched his neck upwards, seeing the people surrounding him with smiles on their faces as they watched him change slowly from human to animal; his long furry donkey ears hearing them laugh and chuckle, their eyes staring down on his perverted half jackass form. Leaning down he saw the tip of his shaft leaking pre-cum on the floor, his hot breath tingling his prick tip, realising how close he was to it. The muscles in his arms and shoulders began to throb and move, his belly feeling warm as mass began to spread around his form. He stared at his prick tip, smelling the overpowering aroma of his own animal seed, trying to fight the urge; the need to taste his donkey cum. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore; he wanted to know how it felt, to touch, to taste his own meat. Without much hesitation he lifted his torso up higher and moved his head down, plunging his thick grey lips around the matte black tip of his donkey prick; desperately pushing as much of it into his mouth as he could; the smell of his own animal seed driving him wild, the strong sweet and salty taste making him mad with desire. Fur began to spread down his back and underneath his black shirt and red jumper; the muscles around his shoulders thickening, feeling his arms shifting slightly under the weight of his growing body. Xaie breathed heavily through his large nostrils as his mouth and thick equine lips were preoccupied with servicing himself, feeling the air rushing through them he suckled and savoured every last drop of his own musky seed, the scents and smells of his own dirty body driving him mad. He moaned as his belly began to increase in size, his once flat chest and belly began to thicken, growing larger and heavier and bulging slightly out to the sides as was typical with an equine. Fur tingled across the rest of the skin that changed tone rapidly; his chest and stomach increasing in size and being covered with a lighter coat of tan fur, showing a distinct difference between his bay coat and his belly fur. He grunted with a mouthful of his own cock as the bay fur grew slowly up towards his shoulders; making him moan loudly, his groans vibrating through his prick and made him spurt more pre-cum into his willing maw. He felt his belly expanding and his arms thickened and grew, the sensations were so pleasurable he almost wanted them to continue; needed to feel more of his body change. He panicked as he felt his shoulders expand and contract, his neck being pulled up as his arms began to shift shape. His mouth popped out from his prick as his spine and torso expanded, his own thick pre-cum sticking to his mouth and nose. He grunted and licked his lips, feeling his arms shifting uncomfortably. His shoulders let out a rather loud, uncomfortable crack and he was forced to shift his weight onto his hands; pressing them down against the concrete. The sheer weight of his body felt uncomfortable; and as Xaie looked back he saw only the lower half of a rather heavy donkey, his tail flicking happily from side to side. He stared down at his hands, and then glanced over at the half burned cigar on the floor, the label on the side he had forgotten to remove when he lit it up. He grunted and gasped, flicking his new jackass tail in delight, his eyes catching a picture on the front, a picture of something strange. There was a picture of something, a strange creature with animals legs and horns; and writing on the side; clearly showing “pan’s delights”. Xaie felt another slap on his donkey rear and he let out a loud moan of pleasure, moving his face closer to the floor and sniffing the cigar smoke, the ashes still smouldering as he changed; now almost certain the cigar and beer had caused the change; and he wanted more! “Urhhhh noooo….Moooorre…..Urhhhh hhhhhaaawwww!” Xaie moaned, his voice breaking out into the first of many loud equine brays, very similar to many he had heard from donkeys before. Xaie smiled to himself, feeling his voice breaking slightly, the thought of it was both arousing and terrifying. The Janitor smiled at this and nodded to one of them behind Xaie, who quickly responded with a firm fast slap to his flank. URhhhhHAAAAAWWW EEEEEEHAAAWW!!” he moaned and then let out a very distinct donkey bray, making him both frightened and turned on, both at the fact he was losing his ability to speak, and by the fact he was slowly becoming something else; a filthy braying jackass. Even the laughing jackass behind him seemed to join in with his brays; the visage now disturbing as Xaie became more and more of that which he had disgraced, he had acted like a jackass; so he’d now become one, and that he would remain. He grunted and snorted loudly through his thick equine nostrils as his arms cracked; smiling to himself as they began to pull upwards into his torso; his hands aching and stiffening, his middle finger starting to expand and change. Xaie moaned as he slapped his cock hard against his belly, using the muscles in his sheath to move his thick musky donkey cock up and down. Trying to retain control over his scenes, Xaie looked down and took a delight in watching his hands change next; becoming nothing but another pair of feet. His nails started to engorge and thicken around his middle finger, the mass from his other fingers being pulled into the middle one. He groaned as he felt the warming sensation of his bones and flesh gaining length, his palms extending while his other fingers and thumbs began pulling into the large malformed mess that was to be his lower foreleg. He watched with both delight and a grim curiosity as his nails scraped hard against the concrete, the sensation in his fingers dying out as they disappeared, becoming numb and meaningless. Tingling spread from his back under his shirt and jumper, over his shoulders and down his arms, the muscle growing bigger and heavier, his chest was pushing apart into a larger form. His shirt and red jumper began to tear slightly around the arms and chest; the increasing size of the creature within was too much for the fabric to contain. The tight clothes around Xaie’s chest felt uncomfortable, for the first time he felt he wanted to be naked, exposed and free. His heavy thick nails scraped up against the floor and in a brave attempt Xaie pushed his weight up onto his expanding hooves, this time with a distinct “clop”. He grunted as he felt his field of vision shift upwards, his neck thickening and gaining length while his arms started to grow in length too, thick muscle growing around his shoulders. Xaie felt stability, his tail flicking from side to side and he scraped his back hooves across the concrete as his cock slapped against his furry feral belly again. His shirt and jumper tore apart from the top and fell down his new forelegs, slipping down to his hooves leaving him naked and bare. A stylish tribal tattoo could be seen on Xaie’s right arm; now far closer to his chest as his arms reconfigured shape. Xaie snorted and scraped his back hooves against his torn jeans and underpants, throwing them backwards against the stall, then scraped his half formed foreleg in the same fashion to throw his shirt and jacket back; just missing one of the men with his hoof. This was prompted by a hard slap to Xaie’s equine flank, making him bray and lift his tail up loudly In his now half fur covered naked form. “Urhhh Mmmoooore HHhhhhaaaa Hhhhhhaaaaaww” moaned Xaie, begging for more as his voice broke out into a long loud feral bray, his vocal cords shifting as his neck took shape, growing thicker and longer, fur spreading from his donkey ears, down his human skin. Xaie moaned and brayed loudly as he felt a loud crack echo through his body from his upper arms as they pulled back fully into his torso; his lower arm and hands now felt more like his leg than before. He leaned forwards on his limbs, unable to bend his “wrist” forwards in the same way now only able to bend his leg back towards his rear. The bones in his hand and fingers fused and formed his lower foreleg, his nail curling round and pressing hard into the concrete to form a hoof like his rear legs. Xaie looked down, lifting one foreleg up and bending it back as the fur grew across its surface, lifting his back leg up and switching around, gaining pleasure from the strange confirmation of his new limbs, scraping his hooves against the floor and feeling the vibrations through his body. Fur was already overtaking his new forelegs, and new bay fur began to grow across his arms; covering his tattoo and any last remnants of humanity he had left, spreading to his new feral donkey hooves, the pink skin disappearing under a darker hide and a thick coat of coarse fur. He grunted as he slapped his cock hard against his belly again; trying to get himself off by moving his cock up and down from his sheath, feeling the warm wet tip matting his fat furry belly. “Urhhhhahawwwww HHHAWWWWW!” Xaie brayed loudly in pleasure, feeling his spine crack and extend father, his neck shifting forward as muscle and flesh began to thicken around his windpipe and vocal cords, his voice slowly disappearing behind an already semi-feral donkey larynx. His hair began to spread down his long neck; making him bray loudly as it felt like an insane itching, thick black donkey hair growing out from his neck, forming a large spiky black mane, standing on end like a Mohawk; the red highlights in his hair fading away. “Urhhhh Noooooawwww nnnnnaaaawwwt myyy Vooiiiaaaawwwwwweeehhaaaw!” he tried to protest, his words elongating as his neck expanded, the noise of his voice breaking away into the bray of a large male donkey, his lips and nose tingling and vibrating as his voice changed totally. For a moment he didn’t want to lose his voice, he wanted to talk; but as his cock slapped up again against his belly he felt the cold sinister sting of his donkey instincts invading his logical mind. “HHHEEEEEEHAWWWW!!!” Xaie brayed, shaking his head from side to side, feeling his long ears flapping, trying speaking and trying to form human words for one last time, but only the loud brays of a donkey could be heard. He kept braying, slapping his cock up against his belly and flicked his tail in delight and frustration, trying to speak but unable, trying to jack off but without hands or a mouth to do so. His neck reached full length, it was then he began to feel the tingling heat strike his face, his nostrils and mouth slowly starting to shift forward. Half the work had already been done, his nose and mouth were already one, now he just needed a nice long face to compliment it. Slowly he felt his skull shifting, his brain shifting around inside his braincase as his spine began to shift locations. His head moved back and he felt the back of his skull connect to his spine, pushing his face out directly in line with his neck. Slowly his face began to shift, his nose cracking and creaking forwards. “URhhhhHHAWWW…..HEEEEEE….HAAWWW!” Xaie brayed as loudly as he could in pleasure as he felt his face began to shift forward into a muzzle; slapping his cock hard against his belly, trying so hard to cum. He was so excited and scared, his huge equine heart pumping and pounding in his chest, adrenaline surging through his strong jackass body. He opened his eyes as he saw his vision shift, his forehead felt like it was splitting apart, pulling his eyes to the side as his sense of depth perception went out the window. His face moved further apart as his nose spread wider and wider, his mouth and nostrils becoming larger and rounder, his face pushing out felt intoxicating to him. Xaie could feel every inch of his new face growing, the fur growing across the surface, the teeth inside his mouth began to enlarge and thicken. His molars became larger and flatter like slabs for grinding hay and grass; his canines disappeared between an extending jaw. He felt his teeth spread apart, his incisors growing longer and moved to the front of his muzzle, while the molars remained at the back. His jaw cracked and moved along with his growing face, the underside of his jaw becoming huge as his teeth spread apart, the muscles in his neck connecting up perfectly. He brayed again, feeling new muscle growing around his lips and mouth, his eyes spreading to the side and becoming slowly larger and bigger. Xaie could see the clapping men from both his sides; realising his eyes were moving to the side of his head, watching them laughing and cheering him on. The sounds of his braying dampened them out, his cock throbbing so much as he slapped it harder again his belly again, needing release. Moaning and braying his face inched forward even more, now feeling miles long his eyes began to change, his vision shifted and all the reds and purples from his vision faded away, replaced by blacks and whites, but still able to see blues and greens. The once large green eyes slowly started to expand, the colour spreading as his irises enlarged; the whites of his eyes taken up by a dark green, his pupils changing from a round circle to a rod shape. His vision shifted and he saw all around him, almost like widescreen vision, able to see his backside, the people around him, and just in front of him however there was a massive blind spot where his nose was. “Uhhhhhhhhhawwwheeeeehawww!” Xaie brayed again and again, his facial changes slowing gradually; a pressure building in his face as he felt the last of the fur spread across his once human skin, covering it completely as the last of his humanity faded away. His cock throbbed and ached for release, he felt himself so close; so ready to cum. A loud crack echoed through his face, signifying the change had completed, and his closed his eyes. He thrust his cock upwards and as his prick slammed against his belly, he felt a wave of pleasure surge through his new equine body. An orgasm the likes of which he’d never experienced shook his loins and his upper flanks shook in delight. He felt the hot thick donkey seed spurt from his prick over the concrete and over the boots of the janitor. His orgasm shook his body and his arched his neck and head up, folding his prehensile upper lip back and let out a long loud donkey bray of delight. “HHHHHEEEEHAWWWWW!” Xaie brayed triumphantly, smelling the scent of his seed and the last of the smoke as more of his donkey seed shoot across and covering the he remnants of the cigar; putting it out for good. He snorted and sniffed the air, smelling the spunk covered concrete ground and the last Smokey remains of the now sticky wet cigar butt. He looked behind him and saw his clothes, shed away like a skin revealing the animal and jackass within. He grunted and snorted, lowering his head as the orgasm died down, his cock falling lip and slowly shrinking back into his loose black sheath, flicking his tail from side to side in pleasure. “Right then! Those who bet he would lose his voice! Collect your winnings; I’m afraid some of you lose out” shouted the janitor, some of the men cheering and wandering over to collect their winnings, the others looking down at Xaie and scorning him like the animal he now was; the animal he’d now become. “Jon! Get him to the stables and let him know where he’ll be living; I’ll clean this mess up” shouted the janitor over the voices of the men, handing out cash and collecting some, managing the bets they had made prior to Xaie’s changes. “Common you, stupid animal lost me a twenty” said Jon down to Xaie, picking out a thick rope from his pocket and leaning down, tying it around Xaie’s nose between his eyes and mouth. Xaie snorted and looked up at the man, he who had egged him on to change. Xaie felt happy enough though, he felt almost sated in his new form, horny and sexy but strong and powerful. Jon stroked his spikey black mane and tugged on the rope, leading him off away from the crowds and towards what he could only assume were the stables, his hooves clopping hard against the concrete; his tail flicking from side to side as he followed the human to his new “home” ------------------------- As Xaie trotted along in his new form he found himself almost perfectly happy with his new limbs, though strange and alien to move he found himself knowing instinctively how to move them one by one. His tail was surprisingly useful, allowing him to make tiny changes in balance as he walked across; flicking it from side to side to keep his mind on balance; eventually he knew he’d get used to walking on all fours. Trotting past other guests as they walked through the well-lit areas of the park gave him time to think; all the other humans seem to look at him differently, some looked at him with disgust and alienation. However some looked at him with kindness and interest, some patrons even holding out a hand to stroke his mane, a sensation which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy, moving his head into the hand as a gesture of thanks. He didn’t know how to feel about losing his humanity, both sad and pleased at the loss of hands and speech, yet at the same time he was strangely at ease; perhaps wondering if he had become more like a donkey in mind than he gave himself credit for. His ponderings were ceased minutes later; his daydream vanishing when his ears head the familiar brays of other donkeys, the noise of their brays seemed unmistakable. His eyes looked over and as they walked through fencing to a staff only area he saw a large stables, built into the beach near the park, obviously where the donkeys for rides were kept, but also possibly for the park as well. Then he remembered the donkey before, the one near the hotel; it was carrying beer. He thought he may be used for labour, perhaps rides on the beach, though he wondered what for. As he entered the stable, a plethora of smells entered his nostrils; it was almost like gleaming a secret look of the room before. He could smell other donkeys, other animals, horses, goats; all manner of animals. His hooves met concrete again, this time covered in hay and manure. Walking through he sniffed some of the stalls, the wooden doors too high for him to see. He heard brays and whinnies from all around, and then he was stopped. The park employee knelt down in front of him; and pulled off his rope harness, stroking his nose and mane gently; to which Xaie closed his eyes slightly. “Now listen, whoever you are. You’re staying here for a while, you’ll work to pay for your food and accommodation, you might finish and get sold off to somebody else, or you might stay here. So I’d get used to your surroundings first, if you let go to yourself; you’ll never come back” he said to Xaie, looking him straight in his large green equine eyes, knowing somehow that Xaie was able to understand his words. He opened the stall doors and smacked Xaie’s rear hard, forcing him into the stall where he smelled something familiar. He felt the door close behind him and Xaie turned around, his eyes gracing across two larger donkeys, one who looked similar to him; another lighter grey one; and above was a rather large horse, with a white blaze across his nose. Xaie snorted and slowly inched forwards, the smell of hay to his right caught his attention, before he turned his head back to the grey donkey, who walked up to him slowly. Xaie stood totally still, unsure of how to react as the grey donkey began to sniff and nose him gently, obviously inspecting him moving from his neck round to his rear. Xaie blushed underneath his huge equine furry cheeks as he felt the upper lip pressing up underneath his tail; turning his head to see the grey donkey sniffing his rear, watching a long thick marbled cock; not dissimilar from his own slip out of a dark grey sheath. The grey donkey brayed loudly, nosing Xaie’s rear again and blowing hot musky air over his rear, making him snort back. He felt his instincts almost take over; guiding his human mind and allowing him to almost speak through his body. Xaie grunted and lifted up his tail, the grey donkey licking the soft silky black pucker, making Xaie bray quietly in pleasure, scraping his foreleg and hoof across the hay and manure covered concrete of his stall. He almost panicked as he felt two sharp and rough hooves grace across his side, realising that the other male grey donkey had mounted him, and he felt the hot breath against his mane and long furry neck. “HHHheheeeeeeHAWWWW!!” Xaie brayed loudly, feeling the flared unforgiving donkey prick slip gracefully into his rear; his pucker stretching out so skilfully to accommodate the huge donkey prick. He felt his own equine dick popping out from his sheath, falling down limp for a second, then slowly began to the throb and ache pleasurably as blood filling up, the caveronous tissues engorging and pulling his thick equine prick to full length. He snorted loudly through his nostrils at the feeling, and began slapping it hard against his own belly as the larger more dominant male above slipped his cock deeper inside. He was shocked at how quickly it had all happened, yet despite this he felt himself submitting, enjoying the sensation of being the lesser male in his own “herd”. Xaie folded his top lip upwards and exposed his teeth, sniffing and snorting loudly, feeling the larger dominant male thrusting back and forth inside him; striking his feral jackass prostate hard, making him leak profusely onto the already scent filled floor of his new home. He lifted his head up and looked down his muzzle, feeling the heavy jackass on top pounding his donkey hole. He looked across at the other donkey, then the horse; their long equine pricks slowly slipping out from their warm supple homes. Xaie looked across at the others, looking at their eyes and faces, staring into the dark blue eyes of the horse and realising that It wasn’t just the jackass on top that would have their way with him…. And he was in for more than his fair share...on this island of pleasure.