A traveler from where was home, alone and feeling that way, was there to do contracted work by day and return to a stuffy hotel to relax, rest, and be ready for another day of mind boggling mayhem. Instead of what I should do, I did more, learning a walk through the central park did more to relax me than did sitting down to a big dinner and then go to bed.

Bed that is where I knelt on, a good bit scared at what my eyes panned looking at and my hands felt. Lying there spread out over my bed was this pretty and very female form. A sweet and so very well gifted this form of a girl assured and verified as being older than the minimum legal age, she likely twenty.

Her face was all aglow; eyes sparkled telling me of her devout willingness to do anything I might ask. She being not some cheap easy sweetheart one may find slinking along some back street, this female was more than just different in manner and attitude.

We met during my evening walk along the dirt horse trail path through the Park. I heard her calling as if being lonely and afraid, begging for anyone being there to come to her aid as if she were lost.

Responding as might a man who would care for someone in peril, I called out back to her, telling to come, join me. A promise in the manner of my words did offer her better company and assuring as well she would not be injured by yours truly.

Dim the light from low wattage bulb streetlights along the path, as from behind a massive Oak tree she stepped. At first, I thought my dinner and drinks had worked against my own sanity, what luck, meeting with a young and pretty woman like a lonely man might hold as a fond dream.

Those moments of melancholy dreaming faded to a sense of alarms going off in my head, telling of something here, “caution fool,” I thought to self. Such as so pretty and alluring a female often have a big and strong male accomplice, someone that comes out of the bushes and demands of their prey a lot of money, or the giver of injuries to a body.

Beguiling her eyes as deep pools that beckon, any a man could drown in her eyes she holds one spellbound and as much at her mercy. She there and me there too, she asked of me to come close, she seemed wanting of a man to give a reassuring hug. She acted then as if wanting this man, to coax and try his patience, wished for a dry place to sleep and ready to show her rescuer her passion and love for a one night stand. Truly there happened in me a sense of willing and wanting for giving her some attention; stepping toward her, I embraced her into my arms.

Instantly her radiant form told me she was not the run of the mill lost girl in a big city and she happened to be lurking in the Park. Again a thought of caution echoed in my head. This was wrong, and what she wanted and I had to offer was of a mutual appreciation, her need and my longing for company in a large and lonely city.

She reminded me of reading about wild mustang mares showing their feelings when in need during their time of estrus. Such mares as blatantly willing to allow any a viable male to come on them and do as his loins would so suggest. Again in my mind the rational considering of the situation I remember it, “No, no way,” she with such a slender form, asking for a man grant her a comfortable place to sleep the night, no matter if she were ravaged as payment for the favoring. She, her it seemed as wrong, yet from it I felt my manliness stir and become aroused by the idea.

She smiled using a rather alluring, lovingly suggestive pleasant a gesture, as if to be assuring in some sort of female way. Her smile broke into her speaking as to entice, she I remember so well her saying, “Know with what and or of whom you are about to gain carnal knowledge of…,” she said and then gave a long sigh.

Watching her seemed to heighten the passion to know her better. She saw the blank expression on the face of a man who never thought to do what he found himself doing. She then took one hand and with fingers spread apart, did comb back her dark brown curly locks of hair. Her hair draped thick as dark, long as silky with sheen, they trailed down her back and stopped just above her so perfect shaped ass.

Alluring, her hair did more as it grew to a slight “V” shape from the upper half of her forehead. As she continued to smile, her hand movement spread the hairs to reveal then of two short and black horns protruding out of top of her forehead.

Imagine if you can what my facial expression then as one might expect to be stunned of mind, as wondering why any such a woman would glue on her head some small fake horns.

She seeing not the expected interest about her having horns or the horror likely expressed by some such fool men, she added to the moments of apprehension and wonder. She with her hands she held back more of her flowing hair to let me see the protrusion of pointed ears, they covered in short and dark brown fur similar to her long hair coloring. Such seemed to me then as if she wore an alluring bit of costume items, why it escaped me then, it was later I would learn more about why she had animal horns and ears.

Eyes met, and to gaze into her eyes, her eyes a man could drown happily; as she eyed back, being as more alluring. Those eyes, her hair, that face, and a voice so sweet and soft, fully able to melt the most stalwart heart of any a man, encouraging a compulsive act from a man if by her speaking of then his name.

Quickly she wrapped her arms about my chest and we hugged. The simple action of us hugging added to the imagined liking of her. As she pressed against me I felt her having a well endowed chest, large and firm, the nipples so tensed they felt like small rocks against my chest. Hard were her nipples, when she stepped back they stood out tenting her blouse but seemed as if larger than what might be as normal to a female aroused.

She to me was arousing beyond all that was descent; she took hold interlocking our hands and gave a pull, as if towing me toward the hotel. Briskly we walked together, she taking the lead, the walk became a jogging and then a sprinting, she seemed quite nimble, exceedingly so!

Entering the hotel we caught the stunned look of the desk clerk as he saw a lone man returning with a female companion. We went up in the elevator, she standing beside me, her one hand interlocked by tight fingers, as if excited. We exited the elevator and saw there not a sole in the hallway, myself elated I did not see anybody there who might recognize me.

As we enter into my stateroom, it a good bit more than what I would need when away from home, but the company personnel office arranged the reservations. She broke her hold on my hand, I felt thankful she did as her hand seemed unbelievably strong. In the better light I stood there to behold her beauty, only to watch as she smiled and began to unbutton her blouse with one hand as the other hand was busy removing her slacks.

So fast she did get out of her clothes, an expert it seemed in removing what for her was on the way of gaining what she liked more. She stood then there naked, modeling for me he form. I gawked at her, wondering if I had brought to my room one of those furry loving fantasy perverts. She as at her waist and down, oh that slender waist, and eying downward, seeing her as she stood there adorned with thighs, legs, hocks, feet and cloven hooves, all of a contour, very much similar to those as of a goat.

Goatish but oddly to a man normally moral and pure in thought, she did give off a sensing of imagined dignity, she in an animalistic form, but without having an udder. She had what one might expect as where it counts to a man, though surrounded by thick fur, but a humanly placed her vagina.

The reaching touch of my hand felt her soft skin, as it roamed down her tummy, she then naked, the hand coming in contact with her interesting fur and curly locks of what adorned her thighs. Insane this the curly locks of goat hair began at her waistline, growing on her cute butt then down the upper leg to thin out greatly near the hocks and about her feet. My interest in her peaked both then of my hands took to roaming; as meanwhile she returned the gesture and rushing fingers massaged my head and face. She engulfed me with thoughts and a want to show as feel her passion, highly emotional, while wanting to spend every possible waking minute of my lackadaisical time at pleasuring her.

Somehow I felt that she would have had us do it right there in the Park, in the dark, we dropping on the dew damp cold ground.

That hotel room added more to what happened, it by the giving of a mutual sense of privacy when doing it, suggested that anything goes for either of us. The sight and seeing her playful costume with deep red mahogany colored hair on her head. Her short black colored horns, those perky pointed and furry ears, only added to the passions of the moment. Bold acting, she paraded before me, as something that drew from a man the very essence of his morality, making him as likened to her, something brash, and lusting for to act quite like would a common beast.

Quickly she was more than agreeable and soon after as we laid on the large bed my righteous, respectable reputation, as then completely untarnished became soiled.

Every bit of her stood out as something alluring. Seeing was as wanting, she had like a mane of fur along and trailing down, as if actually growing from and along her spine, it ended graced into a goat tail that somehow she could make it to wiggle, wagging when she laughed.

Just as imagined, her breasts were smooth and devoid of any fur or hair, they stood out, tapered as tipped upward slightly, adorned with black, perky nipples, seeing them offered a reminded memory of similar a sight, having seen such, as the teats on a nanny goat.

Smooth skin on the front of her torso, oddly without a navel, at the waistline began then there and down, sexy suggestive mahogany red curls of goat-like wool. She struck a pose while even lying in bed, she trying her best to use the animalistic costume on her body to instill in man an arousal equal to his feeling of wild lust.

Shapely were her thighs, though furry with curls, the legs too, as having hocks, hind like feet and cloven hooves as of a slinky sordid type of female goat. She dressed as if a satyr or some animal Demoness wishing to arousing men, bringing out of them their rankest passionate desires. I knelt there over her my eyes still gawking, in wonder as of what she wanted from me to do, not caring about what I might think about her or me, later.

Her attentions turned toward he who was as her prey for that evening, for all night and on until the first light of morning. She owned of a remarkable talent, did use her nimble fingers to massage away every concern other than my lusting want to gain pleasure. She seeing her prey as if ready and willing, she took in her hands one excited and aroused erect male organ and with a smile she coaxed it at and then into where she felt it should like to go.

Knelled over her at the waist I did lean forward and thought to kiss her lips. Our lips met and what happened next became more like a wild and wet dream of a man twice her age.

She had her own surreal plan for becoming more than sexual attraction!

Soothing slightly fuzzy soft hands took to caressing that what I thought of as the better part of me. Her touching of the maleness, her palms asserting a driving wave of passion in her victim adding to lusting moments an ensuing wanton drive for her mate to act the part as if he were a brute animal striving to mate with a sly female.

Nimbly, as if time-taught fingers began eking away at first any manly courage, as aroused was erect and felt as if greatly gaining in that department. Not a care to know of her ominous plans, feelings of unquenchable desire looming ever larger, effectively consuming what was a man and twisting him to do whatever she asked.

Wild, as how the sensuality mixed then with pent anxious feelings for wishing this would of happened when younger and with someone wanting a husband more-so than a stud. Exciting in its every minute and hour, as she with fingers and tongue, both trained in elicit manners made for an enthusiastic time of relation. Desire formulated acting as liking it better, the more sexually depraved, formed willingness then of self to forget all and be for her as a toy or slave.

Suddenly something caused the blind want of a permanent relationship to snap. She with her excellently trained tongue wrapped around and actually squeezing, milking then as she was the last drips and spurts. She in her ways had helped to make it culture itself gaining in length, texture, sensitivity, hue it black as tar, the contour as of circumcision done at birth was somehow gone, replaced by a flat ending, with the glands there being a flared ridge of coarse skin. Passion of self watched at it with all that length did soften, slinking backward into what was an animal sheath as part of the lower abdomen.

Strange how by seeing of what before remembered being as a common appendage on a male human, had become as it of a vastly different in configuration, certainly new and not reminiscent of that belonging to a human. Stunned, did stop all movement and began to think, as memories and learned concerns flooded back into the forefront of my mind boggled into some erotic dream. She did so note this and with her trained plan, switched our positions, we off the bed as she stood and her stud kneeling, she stepping close offered him to orally accost her.

All too different this idea, making me begin to writhe, craning to turn and wanting to get away from her, what she suggested had danger of infection, all in me said to do what wanted was wrong!

Rigid was my erection and as well the spine. Kneeling, me there before her, with my face equal in height to her succulent breasts, they alluring me to suckle. Never noticed before but as from her very near fur encircled vulva emanated a fragrance of such an equal allurement to me, I did not know to which I wanted more to pay it homage.

She smiled down at he who was her pray and offering him two ways to end his link to humanity. There suspended in thought as to wanting it and morally not wishing to do as she suggested.

Turning from her offer, I fell away, rolling to then to rise up to a standing position, at that moment she leaped backward to stand up on the bed. She reached out her arms and hands from where she stood, pulling back to her the male she had spent by then half the night carousing. As from her higher stance she tucked her lover close, seeing his erection aiming beastly upward, she stepped off from the bed and let her furry body slide down the front of mine. Compressed together her sleek form and legs let that aroused cock slip inside her, it flared at the end, stoutly enlarged, made then to invoke passion.

Once again inserted into her body she was in command. We embraced; her words coaxing as well a tongue did lick about an ear changing, it growing both furred as well pointed.

The joined together at the waistlines, we did do a dance, held locked together physically as well then mentally, she moaning as both felt the depth to what had changed, slithered deeper until its flat end struck bottom. I stood as one transfixed upon the sensation, not noticing the feel of her unnatural ability, she did begin at fondling of testicles, causing them to begin to swell.

Near blind and dumb as if a true beast, the mass of sensations doing for her what she had a plan and a need. With more thrusting and then came strange ideas pulsing into the mind, thoughts of wanting live outside, of disliking captivity, and wishing to run wild and be always free.

The sudden ringing of the bedside telephone stopped everything, as from where he stood locked vagina and cock together. I began trying to pull and tug us toward the phone, as much wanting to answer it and not having then to deal with some inquisitive person interrupting our wild sexual frolicking.

She was not willing, and made it necessary to drag her along by what was stiff and stoutly stuck inside her. I needed to use my hands to hold as lift her, while legs staggered hard to carry the weight of us both, we moved near enough to the phone. Aware then that she through the night had accepted and or sucked all that I had of my human seed. It was not until with the phone ringing that I questioned what had happened since midnight.

”Hello,” I answered the phone only to here a recorded message that it was that time when I should be awake and get ready to meet a new day.

Truly I had enjoyed my time with her, although she had made some changes, what was me did look different and from the continuous frolic, the maleness had become scuffed with abrasions even with the minimal friction while lubricated but in well over its head. Seeing, but not as concerned as maybe I should, as to have a donkey cock was not all bad. The thought to stuff it inside my underpants and try to remember not to get an erection might work for me remaining human.

As we continued our embrace the feelings coming from what was a cock stuffed inside her forced a remembering of what might truly be as lost. My maleness had changed, becoming much longer, hefty in girth, darker of color, the circumcised mark of Christendom gone, ended with that crude flat, as ringed puffy, flared flange.

When the phone rang and with it caused the reawakening, as if I were being then like a personal possession. The slack moment of relaxing our sensuality led to a realization of what more she had done to her prey.

Only then was there time to reflect and look, seeing as realizing fully the changed aspects to what was a human manly body, she had helped make of it a semblance of her own but not quite the same in breed.

Looking as comparing, seeing first her thick goat wool adorned on thighs, buttocks, and down her legs to the elongated feet, as ending with black cloven hooves; she made of me as furry too. Furry ears much elongated but sticking straight up from the sides of my fool head. Ears pointed and mobile upon their roots, were easy to turn without much forethought.

Facially different, as human hands sought to discover of how much remained yet human and was otherwise that of some sort of animal, the hands roamed as the prey learned his present fate. Stupefied by the foolhardy night of doing whatever she wanted and of more. Saw on still human hands the beginning of what in time might become for me as hoofs. Fingernails so changed had become as small, black, cubes changed into individual little hoofs as they did adorn the ends of every finger and the thumbs.

Fearful as to what else might have unknowingly changed, the hands rushed to begin the touching, finding and combing through thick coarse fur. Frantic, began then reaching to feel at a fur covered back and stroking of hands down as along flanking muscular thighs. Muttering the word “No,” a dozen times, as roaming hands discovered more that had changed and was drastically different. Touchy was the first fingering when came from and how the hoofed fingers did give a tickle to one puckered anus. So sensitive, it would have commanded more attention if not for finding there a stout rope-like tail ending with a furred switch, the obvious tail of a donkey.

It knew of my anxiety and began to sway, swishing over highly sensual a place, it reacting to the nervous fears of a man knowing how much of him was not still part of the human race.

Pursing hands began to show on them some sprinklings of fuzz. Worse was the realization of a sprouted and growing mane from peak of head to where in due time would be my withers. Ever thickening that spreading pelt of donkey fur, it grew everywhere, the few exceptions being up high in the groin and where it encircled my still recognizable face.

Donkey ears stuck up and wiggled. Standing upright seemed awkward but still capable to stand that way, although there was a building pattern of thought to falling forward and learn better of walking on all fours. Fearful of what such would mean, anxious not to become a common beast, I did pleadingly ask of her to do a favor.

She attentive did smile, her horns sprouting as if by taking another man captive she gained in prominence. Laughing then, her two horns protruded up and tilted back, ribbed for added strength, they were as weapons to defend or avenge.

Her hands remained busy, they holding as caressing, soothing, smoothing them along the length of a donkey size erection. She moaning made her prey to moan between words asked, he begging of her not to complete his many changes, he not wishing to live his life as a donkey animal, stud or otherwise.

Trying to act toward her with a standard of reverence and not hateful despising of her for what role she played and the happening since. She said nothing about what became of her male, I asked her to return me to my previous form and self. Listening to the plea, oblivious then to my wishes, I felt it as undeniable the soon becoming then as a full formed animal. Having listened to what she offered, insisting in her manners, told of wanting us to enter into an animalistic sort of marriage.

This was not what I wanted but fearing her ability to ravage me as I had to her, that night became as quite a vivid memory. Taunting she was, as well tightening her vaginal walls upon my stoutly erect penis, the feelings from it only added to a desire of being agreeable to her offer.

Wide-eyed with some sensed terror of what seemed sure to come, I reeled, turning away from her, my donkey cock coming out of where it was confined as trapped.

The tables turned as suddenly she had a facial expression as if horrified at he who was first her prey and secondly as her lover; turn and step away from her touch.

“No,” I cried out, the word stretching into seemingly infinity, as my lips felt of them beginning to thicken, nostrils broadened, both merging, they to become as soon for me my donkey muzzle, of a elongated a head, a donkey head.

“Silence is golden my dear, do remain quiet until all of what was you is as what shall be the new you.” She said, some of what she did say meant something. Rather expected that when out of and away from the hotel to the Park or some other more rural place she would then mount and sit, using her stout donkey friend as the beast of burden he knew he would soon become, physically.

She was in the commanding position, and using her hands to my shoulders she pressed me down to again kneel before her. She placed her fingertips upon varied chosen points of the changing and soon as a donkey face, her shape fingernails poking into the thickening animal hide. Eyes bearing to hold contact with those of her lover and mate, she said, “Joined are we,” she said, her voice sounding as bold and almost reassuring. “Demoness and her scout, he not wholly bestial of his wants and ways, we are can work together for “He,” the one!” She spoke and added to a strange relationship a bit more to the unspoken vows as if an unwanted marriage had happened. Doing like what happened in varied movies, somewhat different where a donkey-man was as the betrothed to a Demoness, she in love in her own way and for what?

Unbelievably, the disgust of self for doing what I did the whole night forged a sense of determination to deny her of what she seemed intent upon making of me. So excited and anxious about wanting to escape her planning of my future, he who was well on the path to be soon a scared donkey had then such an erection, it swayed, standing tall enough for a donkey-man to think of sucking on it.

”No, no, I do not wish to be your donkey!” I said feeling panic of what if once she had us away from there and concealed together in a thicket of Honeysuckle bushes, we or she would make of her lover as some common an animal, he male expressing his thoughts with his penis.

She saw the reluctance building and said to remind me, “Wild you shall enjoy becoming and prefer to remain, but being as is a donkey you shall know the feel what it is to be a stud. Some of what you liked doing with me here will become as tame to your passions then; I want and expect you to help me hunt for men to corrupt. You with your specially contoured maleness can do similar to pining women. A male donkey thought crude has many handsome interests to women; they love your ears, the thick fur, and especially your long, black cock. Surprised that I now use that word, but different it is than the maleness of a man, what you have is a huge black hose, long enough for you to mate with those of your new species, but narrowed at the tip to make entry inside the sensual place of a woman.

Ha, such a thought never entered your mind that by being as a donkey-man your ability to mate with a human female was finished, not so my friend.”

Truths known, she was correct of her assumption that my thoughts were of losing that wish to be in the company of a real woman. I seeing what she had made happen to me and of what most assuredly would continue, until I stood as a donkey stud for some sordid use.

Another item to which no forethought had surfaced, but from the new beginning of what she did, her donkey friend was getting taller. So noted then the changes to my legs as feet grew longer, narrow if rounded, soon with toes made into a hoof meant the finality of change was not afar off.

What she wanted seemed more than possible but probable, as to want of hunting humans, men, but women mostly and striking in them the same sense of foreboding desire for carnal pleasures as given and enjoyed in that our one night with she my true master. Thoughts then invading any good senses, of me as hoof loose and sexy free. Liking to those who so instilled would want to touch or suckle, and or be blessed with a mating, the touching, the semen, it would have in human an infectious way to cause in them a perverse willingness.

Seeing the plan clearly, as of any who came to be near unto her or the donkey and were as humans will discover from touching and or juices, a desire to be a following. A wonderment as to something she said about the properties endowed as from the semen of her donkey, as by pleasuring they to whom would come and ingest orally or vaginally tainted seed, in time and from many a mating, they too would begin gaining physical similarities of their beloved stud.

“No,” again I said it, the word slurred sadly by the then changing of lips and growth of a donkey muzzle. Decided had I, not so wishing to become as perverse fodder for the demonic realm, I stomped then a hoof to the hotel room floor and felt she was to blame for me being in that demeaned way.

“You will,” she then said in demanding of her prey to adhere to her wishes.

“No,” I reiterated, as with saying it a second time the sound of it rang true, my lips thinning, nose returning, and a face soon to be donkey like returned to be wholly human.

Had the arrested morality in me broken from its bonds and rushed to resist her desires for me? Whatever, I liked it better being the real me than to become as an animal, a donkey, or even a thing made perfect for sexual delights of men, women, or just me.

In a rush, I strode toward her, she surprised at my strength of denial, as I took hold of her, my hoofed fingers digging into her thick wool and then maneuvering her toward the door to my room.

“You and I are through,” I said, as coming to the door she tried to turn and affect in me her power to persuade.

“No please, my master he will not understand this…” she said as with one hand I turned the knob and the other quite stronger a hand and arm almost the foreleg of a donkey, I tossed her out into the hotel hallway. There she landed on that cute furry butt, upset and afraid as I had not seen her before. I closed the door and bolted the lock, leaving her furry and naked in the outer hall.

Morally satisfied I had done the right thing, and feeling the want of a hot shower to wash away the essence of her on my body and still in my mouth, I retired to the bathroom. Once inside and without her continued touching to fog my thoughts, I stood there before the large mirror and struck a stout pose of one man rather made bestial and handsome as part human and some parts being those better on a donkey.

Fancying my furred form, the face had returned to being human but those ears, something impossible to hide and no excuse could suggest they were anything but donkey!

The notation of a short but high pitched scream from out in the hotel hallway turned my attention away from me, to the possibility that she had cornered some other human. A staggered and uncoordinated rush to the hotel room door, I opened it and peering out saw note a sole there. What I saw was a large burnt singed spot on the hallway carpet, and the same similar marking on the wallpaper. As to what happened there seemed strange to me then, but after a time I had to wonder if her master claimed him a foolish female demon.

As if the essence of her vaginal fragrance were there in the air, I did sniff, taking in a long drought breath of what from her was reminding me of how much she pleased and pleasured my maleness for a long night. The scent a bit toasted maybe by her being taken home to serve her master, but it lingered in the hall like some expensive perfume. She on the mind I returned to a by then steamed bathroom, the hot shower clouding the mirror and helping top clear my head of that alluring scent.

Stranger still, to stand as I have many times and would wash my body, but then the skin had a thick pelt of coarse donkey fur, it having grown everywhere below my underarms and down. Happy to see the light fuzz that sprouted on hands washed off in the shower. The water trailed down, filling my long ears and making me all but deaf as I bathed. The feel of hot water washing over me always made me aroused, but feeling it differently, the sensation was one of wild wonder. The result was as you might expect a quick responding massive erection.

Moaning from the sudden and then stoutly stiff an erection, the flat end of it flared boldly, puckered, the thing grew to resemble the working end of a toilet plunger. Wild from seeing this happen the thought if having sexual pleasures with any a woman and have my cock bloat in this fashion, I would feel like a dog with his cock-knot caught in the confines of his favorite bitch.

A valiant try to ignore that stoutly erect monster cock and return to washing of furry legs and of elongated feet, the cock end kept trying of its own to find a way inside my mouth. The more I tried to push it aside the stiffer and sense of a coming climax had me stand up straightly, close my eyes and let come what may…!

Come it did, cum, cum, and more cum, it spurting out with long streams, the heat of it making me feel the sensation as something highly enjoyable. As with opening of my eyes the wall across from where I stood there in the shower had globs of stuck, sticky gunk plastered. The hot spray helping to thin the thinner stuff that ejaculated from out my long cock, the cock itself having unloaded, hung then limp as a wet rage and collapsing slowly back inside my sheath.

Again returned those feelings never as part of what was of me, but lusty thoughts turned then to spiteful thinking, saddened that I had thrown my lovely demon out into the hall. Sensation, my true doom had me wishing she was there, and preparing me for standing properly in a corral. Animalistic as I was, the thought of being it completely seemed an easier out then to try and conceal it for friends and whoever might become part of our family. Then the room phone rang, and I answered it, the man to whom I was to work for was on the line demanding I show up and fix the technical problem to which I was hired to fix.

Upset and worried about my present appearance, I agreed and said I would come there soon, A.S.A.P. The humiliation felt then did something quite unexpected. The sad concern for my future began a draining feeling, as when the steam cleared later from the bathroom mirror, what I saw did not make much sense. There in the mirror I saw my human head, no donkey ears, but me; that me who arrived there some two days previous.

Granted, those ears had me really worried as how I could hide them, but then they were gone, changed back to what was originally mine. The donkey fur remained in place; it thick did perk up my shirt and made me look like some body-builder type. Then too, I had still a donkey tail, and my rump was very donkey like, the buttocks narrow as thighs broad like equine flanks.

In a rush to get dressed, when came the time for socks and shoes I stopped with concern for how my feet had changed, grown, and of the hoofs that had replaced my human toes. Much to my surprise but the feet had returned mostly to the proper length if but still rounded and the hoof remained much as it was. Some effort worked and soon was dressed and ready to go where they needed me, if but still looking like a short version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

The day went better than I expected, my new strength helped in many ways as did the thought process seemed highly alert and quick to respond. I may have saved even the life of a man when while working a heavy wrench fell from where a man was working and seeing it falling, my response it was similar to the alertness of an animal to its surroundings and I caught it mid-air.

Done in a day what should by all reason have taken otherwise three days to fix and clean up, I was paid my sum and left a company office talking about a different man among men.

Days and weeks, months later the same thing continues to occur, as once home and in the privacy there the donkey in me returns and yearns for the company of a female. There were a few brave tries with women looking for a one-night stand. They thought the furry a body the better until cuddling with the likes of me. That being different, when it came time to get down to their style of business, what came their way was something so perverted and headstrong, once inside and thrusting they felt used and bruised. Only one who came and we met knew of another like me, she quenched him for a night and seeing me we spent several days together, wild and brutal, until she fainted, then I made my escape.

Business and wealth are mine to enjoy, I have my own company and people work for me doing what I did, but now I get to remain at home or office, using my time alone to enjoy what the devil so keenly provided.

Horny as hell, one evening I went for a late night walk through the housing plat and then out and along the rural road. An uncanny reminder of how it all began struck a mind not thinking about anything of his donkey self, but hearing out in the darkness the sounds of two going at it, spurred the thought to investigate.

It was maybe that cute laugh which she who did what she had, again caused my heart to melt, and with coming in range of what I expected to see, saw a man seated naked on the lap of she not wholly a woman. He turned and with a face showing fear for what he was doing, she lying on the ground saw me and spoke my name with a tone of recognition.

“Heehaw my dear,” She said and then the relationship began anew, the exception was of her forcing her male friend to accept a full donkey form and me to keep him as our mutual pet.