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Let's Get Donked! Addiction

It was Friday night San Francisco were abuzz with activity. By five o'clock the streets were filled with men and women as they left their office jobs after a long week of work and toil to head towards the nearest bar or the fastest way back home. At this hour, the sun was only just starting to set in the Golden City and with the day crowd heading out, the city's nightlife finally allowed to awaken.

But where many people filled the bars and restaurants that lined the main strip of the city, one soul made his way from his office to a dark and un-assuming alleyway. As the man made his way down through the empty path, he eventually came to a stop as he reached a brick wall. On this wall was nothing more than a few tattered remnants of a few posters and some stray graffiti. To the normal eye, that would have been all they would have been able to see. But to Sam Sherry, he saw two other things. First, It was a small green sign, made from neon and glass. It depicted a picture of a small donkey, animated by two alternating settings where it would be standing normally, and then bucking its rear legs into the air. The other, a staircase that lead to a wooden door. It was here that the _Equis_Bar stood, and it was also where Sam found himself able to move any further.

Unlike last time he had been here, Sam was now alone. After finishing up work early, he had changed into a set of casual clothing in the office bathroom before hitting the streets. His memory of the path he had taken with Frank and Jerry was a little fuzzy, with many twists and turns involved that led them to this small and unassuming entrance. But he found his way. The problem he faced now though was mustering up the willpower to open the door.

The experiences from last week where still very fresh in his mind, especially that of the pain he felt as his pants tented from both the front and the back as his body was put through a bizarre transformation. This time, he had decided to wear a pair of baggy sweatpants to allow for any "additions" he might acquire throughout the night.

Standing here though, he felt a sense of excitement and fear. He knew what waited for him inside. He knew exactly what it is he wanted to do. But the rational side of his brain still cried out that he kept far away from this place. Yet, even if some memories were a little hazy from all the beer last week, but he could never forget the strange sensations of his body transforming into something so inhuman.

Playing the memories back in his head for what felt like the thousandth time this week, he remembered when he had gotten over the initial shock of his transformation. Once that was out of the way he started to get more and more curious and in tune with his transformed body. Half the time he couldn't help but pet his own fur, marvelling at the rough texture of his brown pelt that turned soft if he stroked it in the right direction. When that wasn't distracting him, he was constantly surprised by his own ears. The long, pointed donkey ears twitched and swivelled with new muscles that he hadn't had before, taking in sounds from all across the room. But by far, the oddest sensation came from his tail. Having an extra part of him was almost like having another limb. As he sat it would sway back and forth without any conscious thought. Getting up meant that he could feel the tasselled tip brushing against his furry legs, adding even more to the sensation.

As that first night went on, he managed to gain some control over his new appendage. He could make it swish in a particular direction or hold it up in the air for a few seconds if he really concentrated. Jerry and Keith where much more skilled, doing loop-de-loops with their own and pulling drinks towards them.

Soon after, he grew to enjoy it, barely even taking notice of the fact that he had run around naked for most of the night until his co-workers finally dragged him out of the bar.

Which meant he didn't get to experiment with the one part of his body he felt he should explore in private...

He would have been ashamed to admit it, but that was the main reason he had decided to return. But something still held him back. It was that little voice in the back of his head that said all of this was unnatural. That voice that told him to stay away and never return.

But he wouldn't listen.

Not this time.

Mustering his courage, Sam took a deep breath and stepped forward, heading down the stairs and opening the door before he could think of a reason to stop. The inside still looked the same as it had before, the long hallway branching out into two directions with the same potted plant sitting at the fork in the road. He followed the same route as he had done on his first night until he made his way back to the reception desk, where the same sun-kissed youth wearing a singlet as stood with a smile on his face.

"Welcome back man." Jerry offered him a cheerful smile as he leaned over his desk. His bright blonde tipped tail perked up from underneath the sturdy oak counter, swishing in excitement as Sam approached.

"So, how was your first time?"

Offering Jerry a smile of his own Sam approached, idly rubbing the back of his head as he stepped up to the counter.

"It was...ok..." Sam said with a slightly nervous tone.

The blonde greeter smiled and nodded, leaning back into a more formal stance as he reached over to grab a nearby pen.

"It's always a big shock for newcomers. But I'm glad you got to enjoy yourself and see what it was like to donk out. Anyway, are you just by yourself today?" Jerry said as he pointed the tip of his pen at Sam.

"Yea, John and Keith said they had something to do tonight. Its ok though, I'll be alright by myself." Sam responded.

Jerry nodded and smiled before scribbling something down on the counter.

"Well then, I'm sure you still remember our policy on shoes?" Jerry asked as he looked up from the counter and down at Sam's tennis shoes.

Sam felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Yea, I understand the need to not wear any shoes. My...hooves...would have ripped right through them," Sam responded with a nervous chuckle.

Jerry nodded and tapped the counter with the tip of his pen.

"Well you can go ahead and leave them here along with any other clothes if you want to. It's pretty busy tonight though. So, don't be surprised if some people might get a little handsy," Jerry said with a coy smirk as he took his free hand and made a "groping" gesture.

"Heh...well I can't say I wasn't tempted myself last week. Turning into a donkey really gets the hormones going," Sam responded as his eyes started to dart around the room.

There was a strange stall in their conversation as Sam began to look around the room for something that he clearly wasn't seeing. Jerry followed his eyes for few more moments until the realization hit him and he caught on to what it is Sam was after. Cracking a smile he let out a soft chuckle before leaning back over the counter.

"Buddy, if you're looking for a place to get undressed you're out of luck. Besides, no one here cares anyway. Hell, I'm not wearing anything underneath this bar."

Sam paused, feeling somewhat tempted to see if the well-built surfer was telling the truth. As Jerry turned his head to spy something on a nearby computer monitor, Sam unknowingly tried to get a better look...only for Jerry to suddenly turn back and wag his finger in disapproval in front of his face.

Sam flinched and backed away...only to remember what he was about to say a moment later.

"Oh! I...err...ok. I mean I brought these pants that will make more room for when I grow." Sam explained as he pointed down at his baggy pants in an attempt to change the subject away from his attempted ogle.

Jerry looked down and seemed to scoff at the sight of them.

"Man, with those things it will make it look like your stuffing a football down your pants. But if you want to keep some of the mystery alive then be my guest," Jerry said with a dismissive wave of his hand before he shot his gaze directly towards Sam's crotch.

"But if what I heard around the water cooler is true, once your donked, I doubt even those things will be able to hold your junk for long," Jerry finished with a lewd smile.

Sam let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head again while using his free hand to grab at the rim of his pants.

"I...um...well I'm flattered...but."

Sam mentally stopped himself.

"What am I doing? I know what I came here for. Why prolong it?" he thought to himself.

Letting out a low sigh he lowered both of his hands, grabbing hold of the rim of his pants and kicking off his shoes in the process. He then pulled down his pants with a single tug, letting them pool down at his legs so that he could easily step out of them once they hit the floor. Not wasting any time he then peeled off his shirt, tossing it into the growing pile of clothing before reaching down to pick it up. He set his shoes on the counter, then took a moment to organize his clothes and grab his wallet before setting them alongside his shoes.

Sam then took a step back, now feeling incredibly exposed as a human as he stood in the lobby of the club, completely nude. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder. Had he been a donkey like he had been last week, he probably wouldn't have felt any shame at all displaying his skinny frame for Jerry to observe with his wandering eyes.

Hopefully after a few drinks he could find out.

"Hmmm, it's alright. But I would like to see you with a tail first before I make any decisions," Jerry stated as he apprised Sam.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam questioned as he instinctively covered his crotch.

Jerry flinched for a moment before letting out a fake sounding cough.

"Nothing, it's nothing. Now, since this is your second visit you have to start paying the cover charge. Head over there to settle up and then your free to head inside," Jerry said as he hiked his thumb over to the door on his left side.

"Once you're done I can set you up with a tab if you like. It's not like you can really carry cash around when you're like that," Jerry offered as Sam walked over to the door.

"Sure, I'll sort that once I come back," Sam responded as he waved his wallet in the air.

"Oh, you won't be needing that. Just leave that here with me." Jerry said as he reached out to Sam.

"What? I thought you said this is where you go to pay?" Sam asked as he pointed to the door.

Jerry let out a sigh and stepped out from behind the bar.

"We don't take payment like that. Just head in and they will explain," Jerry said as he held out his hand.

Sam however, had his eyes on something else.

In the brief moment he had stepped out from the counter, Sam caught a glimpse of Jerry's lower half.

It seemed that he had been telling the truth after all...

The blonde hunk's thick cock was on full display, semi-hard and hanging down at nearly twice the length of his own. It was only when Jerry waved his hand in front of his face that he was knocked out of his stupor.

"What? Oh yea, sure," Sam said, giving Jerry his wallet without any further argument.

"Just head inside. Buck will take you to a room and you can pay there." Jerry responded, turning his back to Sam and heading back to the desk.

This however gave Sam a perfect view of his firm, toned ass, topped off with his long tail that swished with every movement of his thick, powerful legs.

Sam let his gaze linger just long enough for Jerry to get back behind the counter before he shook his head. Turning back to the door he slowly turned the brass knob and opened it, stepping inside and closing it behind him.

As he entered the new room he was suddenly assaulted with a powerful musky stench and a strange sound. The room echoed with the sound of donkeys braying, and the smell was as if someone had combined the smells of a locker room and a barnyard, but had mixed in some cologne to keep it from becoming too sour. The main hallway was larger than the entryway to the club itself, but doors now lined the length of the halls. Like the front, this area was sparsely decorated, with just some old wall paper and numbers hanging on wooden planks right outside the door. It too branched out at the end, but at this halls end sat yet another reception desk. This "Buck" that Jerry had spoken of seemed to be someone else who worked here as well, but he was a powerful looking and heavyset looking donkey. Although much of him was obscured as he sat in a chair while reading a newspaper.

"Hello? I was told I needed to pay the cover charge here." Sam asked as he approached the donkey at the end of the hall.

The paper rustled and the owner let out a soft grunt before he folded it shut.

"You sound new. Ever paid here before?"

Even though he was sitting down, Buck was a powerful specimen of a donkey. Fully nude and showing no shame in it, Sam could see that he was almost as big as the bartender Adam. What stood out about him though was that unlike Adam, he did have slight pouch that gave him a bit of a gut. Still, his upper body made up for it in sheer size and strength; giving him the appearance of a powerlifter. His most striking feature however was that his pelt also had a rather unique pattern to it. His entire upper body was an ebony black with few spots of white fur that kept it from being one solid colour. Below his chest it was mostly white, but with black spots that kept it from being one solid colour as well. At the line where the two shades met, it looked as if the two were bleeding into one another, with a strange spotted pattern that wrapped around his torso.

"No sorry. I had my first visit last week." Sam responded.

"Hawww...well then let's get you to a room then," Buck said as he got up from his chair and beckoned Sam to follow him.

As the continued sounds of donkeys braying continued to echo through the hall, Sam kept a fair distance behind the larger donkey as he followed him. Eventually they came to a stop right outside a plain looking wooden door. The donkey guard opened it for him and stepped aside, letting Sam go in while he closed the door behind him.

Stepping inside Sam had expected some to see a table or counter for him to pay. Although without his wallet he wasn't quite sure how. But that wasn't what waited for him. No, inside the room it looked more like a small apartment. It was even fully furnished, with a big TV, a couch, a small bookcase and even a fridge.

As Sam walked around the room he began to wonder just how it was that this club extracted "payment". Taking a few steps, he could hear the floorboards creek under his feet. But then suddenly, without any warning, he heard a yawn come from the couch.

Coming into the room, the back of the couch had been facing him. Giving him no clear view of the other occupant. The couch then suddenly had a pair of long, grey furred ears sticking out from it. Soon the ears were joined by a head as whomever it was that was in there with him got up. The other person, likely another donkey from what Sam could assume, raised up its arms.

"Hawwwwwwwww....." The other person yawned.

Smacking its lips the other person started to stretch, waking up from their nap as they looked around the room.

"Mmmm...hello?" The donkey asked.

Sam could hear the sound of lips smacking again, along with a brief snort before the donkey got up and turned for face him.

This donkey was a little strange compared to the large and beefy looking jacks that he had seen before. His skinny and well-built form made his grey and white fur hug his frame like a second skin that gave Sam a clear view of his abdominal muscles. Most of his body appeared to be grey, but a creamy white pelt had wrapped around the tip of his muzzle, stretching down his neck until it reached his crotch. A crotch which sported a very large set of equine equipment still housed in its sheathe.

However, this donkey also sported a bright green mane, one that seemed clearly dyed and styled into a small Mohawk. The tip of his tail was even a bright neon green to match. In his ears, he also sported a few ear-rings on each ear, the shining loops and studs glinting in the dim light of the room as they twitched idly.

"Oh, hey! Cover charge right? My name is Ed!" The grey donkey said with a cheerful tone as he smiled his slightly bucked teeth at Sam.

"Um...yea...So how does this work?" Sam asked.

The grey donkey Ed smiled and started to approach Sam, his cock starting to peak out from its sheathe as he got closer and closer to the human.

"Well you already have your pants off, so that makes my job easier. We can do it right here while standing up or if you want you can take a seat and I can take care of you there," Ed said casually as he hiked a thumb back to the couch.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked nervously.

Ed the donkey only smiled, taking a step to the side and grabbing a small plastic cup before he stood face to face with Sam. Sam's hesitation began to build up once again, his mind racing with just what the donkey had in mind for him.

His answer came in the form of Ed hand reaching down to grope Sam's equipment.

Sam let out a soft gasp in suprise, but soon he started to feel the blood rush to his cock.

"Wait...how is this...nnngh...payment?" Sam said as the grey donkey slowly jerked him off.

Ed didn't respond, only smiling as he went on to his knees, rubbing Sam's cock until it had reached its full length. In his state of shock, Sam could only stand there and squirm, the donkeys hand rubbing him in all the right places as he started to leak pre.

"Well where do you think our "Man Milk" drink comes from? Not from us donkeys I can tell you that," Ed finally said, taking a moment to lick the tip of Sam's cock as the pre started to emerge from its tip.

Sam let out a moan, but brought himself back to paying attention to what was going on. The donkey at his feet looked at his cock like he was hungry. Now that he had gotten a taste though it seemed that he wanted more.

Ed opened his mouth again, giving the underside of the human's mushroom shaped glands a lick before he opened his mouth wider, taking the tip of the Sam's cock into his mouth.

Sam gasped as fireworks shot off in his mind. The questions he had about payment and the "Man Milk" were all drowned out as the donkey started to slowly slurp at his meat. Sam didn't know how he did it, but the way Ed could wrap his tongue around his member and apply just the right amount of suction pushed him harder than anyone had ever before.

"I...nnngh...fuck..." Sam managed to grunt out before he lost himself in the moment, grabbing hold of the donkey's ears like handlebars and pushing Ed's muzzle deeper onto his cock.

Ed however seemed more to eager and started to work even faster. To Sam's limited endurance, it almost felt like his cock was going from zero to sixty and he wouldn't be able to hold on for long. This jack was clearly a pro at what he did. Before long, his cock had started to throb, signalling his impending release. Not wanting to seem like a lightweight though he grit his teeth and tried to hold on just a few more seconds. But even that didn't work as Ed's skill quickly outweighed his willpower.

"Fuck!" Sam shouted out.

Sam's cock let out a quick blast of seed right down Ed's muzzle; but the experienced jack was ready. Taking the cup he had gotten earlier, he began collecting every drop of Sam's seed. Sam could only shudder and shake as Ed continued to stroke his cock, milking every last drop he could out of him until his cock finally stopped firing.

"Ah...fuck...wow..." Sam said as he gasped for breath.

Ed looked up at him and smiled before getting onto his feet, or hooves more specifically, before going to the side of the room.

Sam felt a sense of confusion as he watched Ed go to a nearby station where a roll of plastic wrap sat. He quickly then covered the cup with the protective film before scribbling something onto its side with a nearby pen. He then made his way over to the nearby fridge and opened the door before setting it inside.

In that brief moment the door was open, Sam managed to see a few other cups just like his own inside before Ed closed the door.

Smacking his lips before letting out a satisfied sigh, Ed turned around to face Sam.

"Alright, you're all set. Thanks a ton! Hope you have a good night," Ed said as he gave Sam a friendly wave goodbye.

"How...why...how did that count as payment?" Sam asked as he pointed over to the fridge.

But before he could get his answer, something strange started to happen.

The toned form of Ed was getting smaller. In almost an instant his pelt of grey and white fur started to shrink into his body. Next came his ears, ones that had stood tall and proud, now shrinking back into his skull as normal human shapes. Then came his feet, the two solid black hooves he stood on twisting and warping until they too turned back into a human shaped pair of feet.

It had barely taken a few seconds, but what had once been a donkey had turned into a human.

Similar to his equine form, Ed seemed to be in his late teens to early twenties. He still kept the green hair that had made up his mane and Sam could still see his ear rings. But it would seem that he had kept an array of tattoos hidden underneath his fur.

Strangely though, one part of his equine form remained.

His tail.

"Like I said, it's for the "Man-Milk" drink. Just a little drop of the stuff will turn you back to a human in a pinch. We don't charge traditional cover over here because when you got a staff of people who ain't exactly human most of the time it's in short supply. That's my job, I come in to "milk" customers before they come in." Ed said with a sly smirk before crossing his arms across his bare chest.

"Now if you will excuse me, I gotta check in with the boss and I'm out of uniform. So...He-Haww!"

Ed's body shivered as he let out a human sounding bray. Sam flinched at the sudden outburst, but Ed just let out another bray right after. That strange un-prompted bray was soon followed by another and another. The pitch of his voice gradually deepening until he sounded like a real donkey.

Just as quickly as his fur had faded away, it then sprang back. His tattoos began disappearing and his ears stretching back to their former length in the blink of an eye. His feet quickly merged back together into hooves, and Ed's modest package swelled back to equine proportions. Soon the skinny human was back to being a donkey in a matter of seconds.

"Although, I am kinda curious about how you look once your donked out...Care for some "Donkey Juice?" Ed said as he finished changing, grabbing hold of his sheathe as his cock began to emerge once again.

"Donkey Juice?" Sam asked nervously, feeling fairly sure just where the source came from.

Ed smiled, stepping forward.

"Well if you can guess what "Man-Milk" does, I think you can figure out what "Donkey Juice" does." Ed said with a lusty grin.

Sam gulped.

"Hawww..." Ed replied with a lusty grin as he gently pushed Sam down onto his knees.

Sam looked at the thick member before him with a bit of hesitation. He was Bi to be sure, but he had never thought that he would end up sucking off someone with a donkey cock before. Still, he knew that before the night ended, he might be doing this to someone else, or at the very least be on the receiving end for it. Mustering his courage and taking a breath, he opened his mouth wide and took in the flared tip of Ed's cock in one swift motion.

"Fuck-aaaaaaaaawwwwwwww" Ed moaned.

Sam might not have had the skill that the experienced cock-sucker had, but he knew what spots to hit on a normal man's member. The flesh of Ed's cock had a strangely earthy taste to it that he was not too familiar with. His crotch also carried an animal-like musk that seemed to have been muted slightly by some human-made soap. As he began working the pole with his mouth; he found it to be a little difficult. Its sheer size and thickness, was like trying to suck off a salami, and its flared tip made it hard to work his tongue around the shaft while ensuring his teeth didn't graze against the flesh. Before long, it seemed that Ed could see that he was having issues and began to speed things up a little. With both hands on his nipples, he began to pinch and tease the sensitive nubs. That caused his cock to flex in Sam's mouth and the flare to broaden even more. With little warning then, Ed then let out a loud bray as he shot his load directly down Sam's throat, his cock acting almost like a cork as Sam was forced to swallow it all as it came rocketing out.

Almost immediately as the first drop hit his tongue, Sam's changes began. Unable to pull himself from Ed's cock as he had gotten off, his mouth began to grow while Ed continued to fire volley after volley of his equine spunk. It was only once his muzzle began to form that Sam could finally free himself and take a breath of air. That didn't stop Ed however, as he continued to shower Sam with his seed, even as his fur started to come in and his hooves started to take shape.

The rest of the sensations were just the same as the last time for Sam. There was the pain in his tailbone as it shot back out into a fur tipped tail, the tingling sensation of his feet as they turned back into hooves and finally the hormone induced growth of his own member.

His brown fur followed quickly after and soon he was back to being a donkey, completely naked and his chest covered in cum. Taking a deep breath before getting onto his feet...or hooves as he should call them now, Sam thanked Ed.

"Hawww...wow..." Ed said before he let out an appreciative whistle as observed Sam's member, still only at half-mast and still growing as it crawled out from its sheathe.

"Dang, ide love to see that baby when its hard..." Ed said with a smirk as he reached over and cupped the shaft in his hand.

Although the two of them were nearly the same height, Sam had a bit more weight on Ed that made him seem larger by comparison. However Ed's hand still looked small against his massive equine member. The grey donkey's cock was nothing to sneeze at as well, but Sam had him beat in both length and girth, and he wasn't even hard yet.

Just taking a wild guess, Sam had to assume he had to be at least over a foot long once he got hard.

And that only fed his newfound ego.

"Well maybe you can find me in the club after and we can see if you can notice a difference in flavour..." Sam responded with a strange confidence as he shot Ed a lusty grin.

"Ohhhh..." Ed moaned as his tail swished behind him in excitement.

There was a moment where Sam felt the urge to pounce on the other jack. Being back in this form, with no co-workers to watch him and remind him of humanity gave him a sense of freedom and power. With no ties back to his old life he could really let loose and be a completely different person. Really donk out and have a wild night.

He recalled back on the night he had changed, part of him had really wanted to explore however was his new cock. The beast between his legs had to be nearly three times the size of his old member. At least that's all he could assume after seeing how big his balls had grown. The fact that Adam and the others had revealed the bar's policy on its more "intimate" activities only stirred on the urge even further.

But with little practice on his new legs, he knew being too rough with Ed would just end with him embarrassing himself. So he made a short walk around the room to get used to his hooves again, all while reflexively swishing his tail back and forth with every step.

Getting back into walking on hooves was challenging, the heavier weight and lack of toes made it difficult to balance, but thankfully Ed was there to help him along until he found his footing. It took a little practice to remember the motions, but once he had gotten walking down he met his new challenge of getting his new tail under control again. Moving it back and forth was simple enough, but he would have to remember to keep it out of the way when sitting down. Thankfully, with no pants on, he had the freedom to move it around with no restrictions.

He had remembered that John had let him know of a tailor that could modify pants to fit tails that had regular business with people at the bar but Sam declined. What Jerry had said earlier had been true after all, looking at his member now, no normal pair of pants would ever be able to contain his meat.

"So, where does a jack have to go to have a little fun in the club?" Sam said once he had found his footing again, taking the opportunity to lewdly reached down to grope at Ed's own semi erect member in the process.

"Hawww!" Ed brayed in response before letting out a chuckle.

"Well anywhere is good...hawww. No one cares if you get down and dirty in the bar, but most people tend to head into....the...poooool area if they want....to...He-Haww!" Sam brayed, his explanation broken every few seconds as Sam slowly worked his cock.

Sam grinned, but started to slow down, still keeping Ed's cock captive as he learned more.

"We got tables and chairs there as well along with a steam room and showers. The "far" back though is strictly made for fucking. But that's only if you want to see some really kinky stuff...haww." Ed explained, letting out the occasional braying moan as Sam worked his cock.

"Thanks buddy, now didn't you say you needed to go see the boss?" Sam cooed.

Ed let out a frustrated bray, his thick cock throbbing with need in Sam's grip as it seemed almost ready to go again.

"Fuck...yea your right. To be continued?" Ed asked as he gently pushed Sam away.

"He-Haww" Sam brayed in response.

The two then parted ways, Sam heading back down the hallway he had come from and going back into the welcoming area. Jerry was still there, greeting a new pair of guests as Sam walked by. He paused as he spoke with the guests to give Sam an appreciative look before he snapped back to his professional tone. Although this time it was his gaze that lingered as Sam made his way to the bar.

Sam then made his way back down into the bar, and sure enough as Jerry had said. It was packed that night.

Loud music was playing and the dance floor was filled with people, either already changed or in the process of it. Most of the people though seemed to be just there to have a good time, although Sam could see a few people on the dance floor grinding just a little too close for it to not seem like they weren't doing something else while people watched.

Sam made his way down the stairs, he got a few sneaky gropes, ones that only inflated his ego all the more as he made his way to the bar.

Adam was there again, the massive man already donked out and pouring drinks and making cocktails. Taking up a spot on the corner, Sam leaned up against the bar and waited for a moment when he could catch the bartenders attention. Taking this moment to himself, he started swishing his tail back and forth, letting it rub against the back of his legs while he looked around the bar for anyone he might want to try and fool around with.

"Oh hey! It's you again! Sam right?" Came a deep, booming voice that cut through the dull roar of the crowd and heavy bass of the music.

"Yea! It's me alright, can I grab a drink?" Sam asked as he looked up at the larger jack.

"What will you have?" Adam asked.

"Just a beer thanks!" Sam responded, his tail already swishing in excitement as he anticipated the sweet tasting brew.

Adam nodded and quickly grabbed a glass, filling it to the brim with the cloudy looking ale before bringing it over to Sam.

"Thanks! I...crap!" Sam suddenly shouted out.

In his hurry to get down here, he had forgotten to set up a tab!

"What's the problem?" Adam asked.

Sam felt his heart sink and his tail tucked down between his legs.

"I left my cash in my pants! Can you hold on to that while I go get it?" Sam asked.

Adam seemed slightly annoyed at the suggestion, but then, a thick, hairy hand placed itself between himself and Adam.

"I'll take care of it son, don't worry." Said the other bar patron.

Adam paused and looked over to the other person and smiled.

"You got it boss!" He responded in his more natural, cheerful tone.

Sam paused and looked over at the man next to him. Unlike everyone else in the bar, he was human and fully clothed. He was tall, thickly built and dressed in a suit and tie with a pair of black formal pants. His jawline was decorated with a thick grey beard and his silvery white hair was slicked back in a formal and well-maintained fashion. In all appearances he seemed a little out of place in a bar that was slowly turning into a full-blown orgy. When Sam spotted the white tipped tail sticking out from the back of his pants though he realised that he wasn't so out of place.

"So, new to the club?" The well-dressed man asked.

Sam nodded, taking his drink and taking a brief sip.

"Well I'm glad we managed to get a new customer. My name is James, I own the place." The man stated, offering Sam his hand.

Sam reached out and took the mans hand, but the moment his skin touched the owners he felt a chil go down his spine. Something about this man seemed.... off. Admittedly he was in a place where people were sprouting tails and turning into donkeys, but there was something about this man that didn't seem quite right. He looked human, save for the tail. But he exuded this presence that was slightly off-putting. It made his tail slink between his legs, but not in fear. No it was out of some strange sense of submission.

Not wanting to be rude he quickly shook his hand before breaking away.

"I'm Sam, my co-workers told me about the place and brought me here last week. It was...quite the experience." Sam stated shyly.

James smiled and flagged Adam down. Not even bothering to ask him for what he wanted, Adam quickly poured his boss a drink and set it right in front of him.

"Yea, nowhere else on earth like this one. I hope you will enjoy yourself though." James said as he raised his glass and took a sip of his own drink.

Sam nodded and stepped back. The chill down his spine starting to wear off the further he got away from the man. He made a note to avoid him for the time being however. He didn't want to loose his buzz and the semi he was starting to sport as he approached a small group of well-built jacks.

Back at the bar however, the owner of the club sat looking at his drink, smiling a mischievous grin.

"So, think you're going to turn him too?" Adam asked, leaning over the bar expectantly.

"We will see." He responded as he took a sip, his white tail swishing behind him as his formal pants started to tent.