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Son of an Ass Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Canine80

The house was quiet and calm, as it was most evenings. It was a nice home, two stories with a double car garage and a big yard - and it was in a nice neighborhood. The streets were clean, the yards were well groomed, and the street lights snapped on promptly at the beginning of sunset. One of those lights shone brightly just outside of Kyo's room as the sky above transitioned from blue to to purple to red and orange. The window had been left open and the crickets outside were chirping away. To Kyo it was another perfect day.

The young man sitting at the desk was eighteen, with fair skin and dark chestnut brown hair, though it was a bit of an unusual style. While the hair on the left side of his head was kept short, the right side had grown down past his chin and one streak of the hair had been bleached and dyed with a hint of teal. Other than his hair, Kyo seemed all American. He was tall, he was fit and the copper colored tank top showed off his collar bone and his shoulder muscles.

Dexterous fingers tapped away on the keyboard, discussing the benefits and detractions of big business. Kyo had a unique insight into such things, being the son of two world class entrepreneurs. Then again, with two fathers he had a unique insight into many things. Kyo smiled softly and looked up at the wall, looking at the framed pictures depicting captured memories of his youth. His fathers doted over him completely. Colton and Xaie had fallen in love in college, started a multitude of successful businesses ranging from beverage companies to night club chains and they'd still found time to raise him into the fine young man he was.

While Kyo wasn't the type to boast, he had a variety of awards tucked away in his room; wrestling, swimming and cross country - he excelled at it all. Then again, such success ran in the family. Kyo continued to expound the successes of the family business into his paper. He wrote about how profit wasn't an end sum, how ensuring that the employees had a future made sure the company did too. He tried to formulate everything into words perfect for yet another A... though something started to distract him.

Kyo's green eyed gaze drifted from the computer before him, out the window and across the street to where several more teenagers were gathering. Backwards hats, diamond ear studs, sports jerseys and extremely expensive sneakers. Kyo took a slow breath. They put on such a show about their wealth, but Kyo knew that life for them was a bit harder than he had known - and hard lives made tougher people.

The laughter drifted on the wind and up to his room and Kyo felt an odd pang in his heart, a yearning... He knew his life was perfect, but he wondered what it might have been like if he'd been different. What if he had to struggle in his life? What if life was closer to the edge? Kyo blinked a bit as he heard the slamming doors of cars and the kids outside drove off, leaving the street in silence once more. Kyo slowly blushed, realizing how silly he was being. The world had to aspire to be better, not tougher... but there was something rather elusive about the tough people out there. Kyo let the ideas and daydreams play in the back of his mind as he continued to finish his paper.

****

Bark dust chips flew up into the air and fell down in a hard wooden rain behind the pounding of the feet. Drops of sweat rolled down Kyo's forehead and nose as he pushed onward, rounding another corner of the path. While many schools had to make due with just a simple round track, Corbin High was bordered by a city park with a diverse network of meandering nature trails. They were well groomed and well traveled, making them a great option for the cross country team. It was honestly one thing Kyo liked most about the sport.

The path slowly dipped, curving and traveling along the bank of a placid, calm creek before rising back up, heading through waist high grasses. Kyo could see the sunny, bright baseball field off to the right, but first he had to take the path that snaked through the densest grove of trees. The shadows loomed larger and he passed the red bridge spanning the creek. Beneath Kyo's feet the trail became less and less maintained. Squirrels scattered in every direction but Kyo continued on.

As Kyo ventured deeper, it was becoming clear he was off the beaten path. There were more discarded cans and food wrappers, the brush was thicker and it had the general atmosphere of an out of sight, out of mind corner of the park. As Kyo moved between two trees, he had to skid to a stop to avoid running into a parked dirt bike.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" a voice exclaimed in an angry tone. "That's my ride!" The owner of the voice - and the bike, apparently - was marching towards Kyo with a heavy stride and his head slightly lowered, a stance that made him look like a young and furious bull. He was just like one of those teenagers Kyo had stared at from the window of his room with some contempt and the faintest trace of envy: designer sneakers, baggy pants, a short-sleeved v-neck shirt hinting at the tribal tats he had on his right arm and chest, and of course a baseball cap worn backwards, complete with the holographic sticker. The sunlight was captured and reflected by the big diamond studs in his earlobes, and his blue eyes were made almost as sharp as steel by the fury that was pouring out of his body. "So?" he repeated, looking at Kyo. "You fucking bumped into my ride, you asshole."

"You're not even supposed to have that in this park... I was just jogging, it's not like I could do anything to hurt your bike." Kyo replied, looking a bit shocked at the affront. Clearly not amused nor intimidated by the young man's words, the thug crossed his arms over his chest and looked as menacing as possible.

"Who the hell do you think you are? The fucking police?" he growled, taking another step towards Kyo. "Do you think you can tell me what to do, you little shit?" The thug questioned. Kyo's eyes bore into the thug's for a moment before he felt his confidence waffling.

"What do you want me to do about the bike? Polish it with my shirt? Maybe we should just go our separate ways..." Kyo muttered. The thug's response was to cover the distance separating the two before Kyo could react and grab him by the shirt.

"Oooh, someone here thinks he's fucking funny... You know, fucktard, do me a favor: shut the fuck up and never show your fucking face around here, okay? Because if I ever see you again, I'll rip you another asshole." The violent young man let Kyo go and pushed him roughly. "Now scram off before I change my mind."

Kyo stumbled backwards before coming to a stop, recovering his footing. He was still stunned by it all, but his only choice of escape was clear. Kyo slowly turned and started running again, heading out of the shadow and into the sunlight. The sweat running down his skin was sticky, stress sweat. He kept his pace up and it felt almost cathartic to put some distance between him and the thug, but it still felt awful...

As he ran, though, Kyo started to wonder why it felt awful... Even the confrontation wasn't that bad, but the fact that someone had treated him like that was so unusual. His fathers had always given him the utmost respect and at school the smart kids and the jocks and the musical kids, they all liked him. Was it that he didn't command the respect of this thug that upset him so? Kyo wondered if it was possible to make jerks like that like him, not that he needed their respect... but if they DID respect him, life would be that much easier. Kyo began his ascent up the hill toward the upper end of the park, starting to formulate his plan, figuring out how to go about reinventing himself. He wanted to make sure no thug was ever that rude to him again.

****

The sun was setting on another day, filling the sky with more brilliant colors of early summer. Kyo had come home and changed out of his work out clothes, opting instead for baggy shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. Despite having time to cool off and think about it, his resolve was only more ardent... He had to become a person that even bad boys could respect without sacrificing the parts of himself that others liked. Still, that would involve breaking the rules a bit.

Kyo moved through the house, passing the living room, approaching the door he had seldom used. His fathers were still in London premiering their new night club and Kyo had requested to stay behind. He had never anticipated it would be for such nefarious purposes. He came up to the door and reached his hand up, entering the family code into the keypad. The door clicked and unlocked.

With near silence, the door was opened, revealing a stairway down into the basement. Unlike most basements, it was perfectly finished. Stone, plaster, paint and varnished wood. Walking down the steps revealed what the basement truly was, a wine cellar of sorts. The wall to the left of the stairs held hundreds of bottles of minotaur milk, satyr ale and other branded beverages his fathers had refined... but those weren't Kyo's destination.

Reaching the base of the stairs, Kyo brushed his chestnut brown and teal streaked hair out of his face and looked at the center of the room where several tall, fine humidors stood. The cases held countless premium cigars. Kyo had seen his fathers smoke them on various occasions, though they usually did it after his bedtime. Kyo moved up to one of them and slowly opened the case, looking at the thick, long, brown stogie inside.

Somehow it was more than just breaking the rules or doing something bad - cigars seemed to imbue the smoker with such confidence, such esteem. Kyo hoped it would help him so he wouldn't take shit from anyone. Kyo closed the humidor again and moved over toward the large, burgundy colored high back leather chairs that rested in the corner of the basement and settled himself down.

It wasn't until he was sitting that Kyo realized there was a large full length mirror on the other side of the room. He wondered why his dads had installed it, but it certainly helped serve his own purposes. Despite not having smoked before, Kyo had seen it done many times. He clipped the end and set the piece aside with confidence - as much confidence as he could muster anyhow. Kyo brought the cigar up between his lips and reached over, lifting a match book. After a few tries the match ignited and he used the flickering flame to light the end.

With a few puffs, the flame was drawn into the cigar and began the process of burning. A chill ran through Kyo's lungs and heart. It was scary and exciting at the same time. He puffed a few more times and the rich flavor began to leak into his mouth; there were hints of sweet wood, elements of coconut, and the musky boldness of the cigar itself. The texture of it was thick, almost oily but still smooth.

Kyo's mind raced. He had to remind himself not to draw it in too deeply. He held the smoke in his mouth and then exhaled. That was when he caught sight of himself in the mirror - a plume of smoke escaping his plump lips, his hair cascading down over one eye, his ear peeking out from his mane. The smoke lingered and curled around his cheeks and chin before drifting out, saturating his clothes.

It felt so right, so empowering. He just had to try not to cough or choke or get sick. He puffed again, holding it for a long moment before he exhaled again. A twitch filled his pants this time as he started to get aroused, breaking the rules. He murmured gently, wondering what the thug would think of him if he strutted up with a cigar, puffing away, showing off how macho he was.

Like a gentle, ethereal hand, the smoke caressed his forearms, making his body hair standing into attention... hair that suddenly looked just a bit denser and slightly darker. Kyo, however, was lost in the pleasurable train of thoughts caused by the cigar he was smoking, and he didn't realize the subtle change his body was experiencing. He just let out a small sigh that sounded like a satisfied bray and relaxed more on the chair, letting the pearly white smoke spiral around his head; Kyo sucked in another mouthful of powerful, earthy aroma, and when he exhaled it, the smoke seemed to play a bit with his front teeth.

Barely aware of it, Kyo ran his tongue across them, wondering why they felt bigger than usual. Perhaps it was the smoke playing tricks on his mouth, but it was a small price to pay for how he was feeling. Kyo gazed at himself in the mirror as he puffed away, imagining himself to be some exotic world traveler, but soon even that fantasy fell away. Kyo's focus drifted to the cigar itself as he puffed and exhaled, excited at how good he was at it all... and completely unaware that the ear poking out of his hair was slowly becoming more pointed.

The young man shifted in his chair, feeling some strange but pleasurable pressure collecting both in the front and in the back of his pants; his free hand went down slowly until he started caressing and then outright groping his groin through the fabric of his pants while letting out soft brays from his lips.

"No wonder people like this, it's great..." Kyo murmured, his eyes glazed, staring at the spirals of smoke curling around his head. As his right hand was busy stimulating his crotch, the young man didn't realize his fingernails were rapidly getting darker and thicker. They slowly firmed and thickened, becoming more robust, matching the cigar that he was holding... and still he kept smoking, his free hand wrapping lazily around his cock, stroking up and down as he fished it out of his shorts.

Kyo looked as though he was born to do this, languidly smoking his cigar while working on his cock. His member firmed and swelled with each puff, stretching out and fattening up in his hand. He moaned deeper and deeper, panting slowly before once more he let out a bray like moan... but something felt strange, something felt wrong. His feet ached, his ears throbbed. Slowly Kyo turned and looked at his reflection and saw how wrong things had become.

His ears stuck out of his hair, stretched to pointed tips and almost four inches too tall. He had buck teeth and his fingers were capped with hard brown chitinous bone like material. Kyo gasped - a mistake with a cigar - and began choking and coughing and gagging at once. He numbly dropped the cigar and stumbled to his feet in shock, looking at himself, feeling a dull ache above his ass that was growing stronger with each passing moment. One of his hands slid into the back of his pants, and his fingers touched a strange growth just above his cheeks... A bump that wasn't there moments before. The weird excrescence was extremely sensitive, and merely brushing his fingertips over the swollen skin was enough to elicit another bray-like moan from his lips.

"Oh god, what did I do? This is like Pinocchio..." Kyo murmured to himself, feeling fear fill his heart. A life well lived, full of love and friends and now breaking the rules once was reducing him to a donkey. He had to get help, there had to be some way to save himself. He ran for the stairs but tripped and stumbled, landing on his knees hard. He grunted and winced, a tear rolling down his cheek before he looked down to see why he had fallen.

Crumpled beneath him, his toes had fused into a wedge of flesh, the keratin coating of his toenails spreading out to cover them with the beginnings of hooves. His shorts were ballooned out as well, a wriggling whip of flesh growing in from above his parting ass cheeks. Kyo turned back and began crawling up the stairs, aware of the patches of rich coppery brown fur growing out from his arm hair, spreading out in every direction.

He was halfway through in his desperate crawling when the ever increasing sensitivity of his groin area being dragged against the steps forced Kyo to stop and moan. His dick was still hanging from the open zipper of his pants; and, despite the shock of seeing his body transforming, devolving, getting more beast-like with every passing second, it was still desperately erect and throbbing...

Kyo had never felt more conflicted in his life. Fear and lust, terror and pride, confusion and certainty. It was a potent chaos unfurling in his brain. Hoof tipped fingers grazed the swelling member, feeling how it was surging past seven inches, then eight. The mushroom shaped tip was blunting and widening outward, but Kyo couldn't give up and he couldn't give in. He let go of his cock and reached out and grabbed the next step.

"Huuuu.... Huuuuuuuuu..." Kyo huffed with each breath, pulling himself up a step, then another, then a third. His knees felt like jelly, his hips like rubber. His shorts were ballooned out obscenely in the back before a thick tail sprung down one leg. The black fluffy tip was like a tassel, sliding against his flesh. "Huuuu... Huuuu.. HAWWWW!" The bray escaped Kyo's lips as they darkened from pink to brown.

Kyo could feel the change sinking in deeper. His tongue felt like an alien in his mouth, huge and absurd... at least until the throbbing intensified. The colors of the basement swirled around in a maelstrom of synesthesia. Kyo panted, drooling uncontrollably. It was almost as if his face was becoming aroused and erect in the same way his cock did. His jaw pushed forward, bloating longer and thicker and his nose stretched to match. Inch by inch his face elongated, tapering together to a point. As his nose stretched, his nostrils did too. The definition for his smelling organ disappeared into the widening muzzle.

Kyo had nearly lost everything. His pointed ears were numb to the world, his eyes blinded by misaligned input... but he could still feel. Kyo continued his ascent up the steps undaunted. His feet twitched and spasmed as the hoof coating completed its spread. His face tingled as bristles of brown fur pushed out of his cheeks in thick fuzzy patches before surging forward across his lengthening muzzle.

A hand reached up for the next step but instead slammed into a door. Without realizing his own progress, Kyo had made it all the way up. He panted hard and pushed himself up onto his knees. His hand slid up, groping for the doorknob. It was nearly paralyzing to be so blind to all of his senses, but when he felt the knob he turned it and held on for dear life. Using it as an anchor point, Kyo pulled himself upwards slowly.

The shifting center of gravity on the ascending teenager caused the door to slam shut and swing open wildly, the knob kept in its turned position. It was hard to hang on, but Kyo was still determined. Rising up onto his feet, he stumbled through the door and into the living room. The mish mash blur of bottles of alcohol and fancy designer interior decor faded away to a more familiar palette. Cream colored carpets, light wood wall paneling, the off-white couch. Surrounded by familiar sights, Kyo's vision started to realign itself.

Steadily the images began to clear and Kyo's hearing started to restore as well. He could hear everything around him... His heart beat and breathing for certain, but the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock down the hall as well. As the world came back into focus, Kyo's pain began to ebb as well. The pain and throbbing was replaced with an odd, distinct pleasure suffusing his body.

Kyo took a step, then another, looking down at his furry brown legs and the hooves sinking into the carpet. His feet, ankles and lower legs were completely inhuman... but they were his at the same time. Kyo moved down the hallway and turned into the bathroom, flicking the light on as he had a hundred times.

"Shit!" Kyo muttered in shock as the light filled the room and illuminated his reflection. He panted a few times before he dared to look at the mirror again. Standing there in the white and blue tiled expanse was a seven foot tall, eighteen year old humanoid donkey. Pointed ears rose high above his muzzled head, coppery brown fur covered his body and the tail was flicking around inside the pants prison that kept it captive.

Kyo reached up and slowly ran his fingers through his hair. His lop sided mane of black and teal was almost unchanged, though the hair felt firmer and stronger than before, more like bristles. Kyo swallowed his curiosity slowly and fumbled into his pants, digging around until he felt his cell phone. Even with bits of hoof formed on the tips of each finger, he managed to get through the menu and call the most important number he had. Instinctively, Kyo raised the phone to the side of his head before promptly realizing his mouth and ear were far further apart than before. Blushing, he set the phone to speakerphone and set it down. After a few rings, the phone line clicked.

"Kyo? Kyo, what's going on, are you alright?" The voice was soft and melodic, considerate and kind. It was Xaie. Kyo's eyes drifted up to the wall, seeing another copy of their family portrait. Xaie was a man with a youthful grace even in his aging. His brown hair was neat, his body fit. His germanic ancestry shone through with strength and nobility, but it was tempered by time with just a bit of softness.

"Dad, I... I'm so sorry dad, something's happened and... I didn't mean to, it was an accident, I just-" Kyo muttered awkwardly.

"Kyo, tell me what's wrong... Breathe, use your words." The second voice was stronger, harder, more focused. It was Colton, Kyo's other father. The other man in the family portrait was tall, broad shouldered, refined from a strapping young lad into a rugged handsome man. His long black hair was pulled into a ponytail, including a long streak of orange. His facial hair was trimmed into a neat mustache and a long goatee, giving him an almost pirate appeal.

"I..." Kyo murmured, "I went down into the basement to try one of your cigars, but... I..."

"Kyo, close your eyes, breathe deep. Think of something calm, something peaceful." Colton instructed, "What you're going through is natural... and I know it can be strange, but it can be wonderful too." Colton explained. Kyo's eyes snapped open at that.

"You know what I'm going through?" Kyo asked.

"We do... Both of us have been through something similar before... We wanted to tell you, but we never knew the right time." Colton murmured.

"We aren't going to do this over the phone... We're on our way home right now." Xaie said, fiercely protective of his son. Colton's tall donkey ears fell flat on his head.

"But the premiere, the grand gala..." Kyo whispered.

"Nothing is more important than our son. We'll be there soon..." Xaie replied. Frantic packing could be heard in the background as they got ready.

"After a change like what you've just gone through, your body's going to be weak and malnourished. You need food, but not any ordinary food. Oats, fruit, nothing too rich..." Colton explained. Kyo slowly slunk to his knees.

"I'm so sorry..." Kyo murmured.

"Don't worry son, and don't be sorry. We're on our way." Colton said soothingly. Kyo sniffed a bit at that and he forced himself back to his feet, moving down the hallway toward his room. As old as he was, as grown up as he was, there was only one thing that was going to pacify him in such tough times. Kyo crossed his bedroom and lifted his childhood stuffed animal off of a shelf, pulling him close. The gray elephant had been with Kyo for years, his constant companion. The teenager pulled the stuffed animal close and buried his face in the crook between the elephant's upraised trunk and his eyes. He just wanted everything to get back to normal.

**** At some point after all the stress and concern, Kyo had drifted off into a sleep. The sound of doors and luggage drifted into his awareness, coupled soon after by the scents of cinnamon and honey. Ky shifted a bit before one teal eye opened and he saw a most welcome sight... Xaie. Kyo sprung to his hooves and moved over to hug his dad tight, squeezing him for dear life. Xaie reached up, stroking his son's thick mane of hair. The hair glistened in the light of the rising sun. Night had passed, then a bit of the next day.

"It'll be alright Kyo, I promise." Xaie whispered despite being exhausted from the long flight and the trip through customs.

"What's happening to me?" Kyo asked softly, still worn out from the change the previous night.

"It's been a long day for us all..." Colton said from where he was setting the tea out, "Why don't you sit down and relax, and we'll go through it all." Colton said. Kyo seemed a bit hesitant but he lowered himself onto the couch, mindful of of his new tail. Once he was settled, he reached out and lifted the cup and sipped at it, finding the blend relaxing and oddly soothing. Colton smiled a bit at that before he turned and looked at Xaie. Xaie looked surprised at that and returned a look of mild panic, but Xaie's head nod reassured him. Xaie swallowed a bit before he sat next to his son, trying to formulate his words.

"When I was your age, maybe slightly older, I had just started college and I was struggling to fit in. I spent so much time in the library it was like my second home... But in that most simple of places, I met the love of my life, the man that would change me forever." Xaie said. Kyo looked a bit squeamish.

"I... I mean, I know how you met." Kyo said.

"What you don't know, though, is what happened after that..." Colton explained, "I had a secret, something I had hidden for a few years. Something had changed me in my youth, giving me a strange ability to change and shift... I was a weredonkey." Colton said. Kyo's eyes widened at that, surprised by it all. Xaie cleared his throat a bit.

"And when your father and I started going together, I mean... dating, he shared it with me. He gave me the gift and what we did together was beyond my wildest dreams." Xaie said. Kyo looked at them both with a strange, serious expression. Were these still his parents, or had his life been turned upside down.

"Can... can you still do it?" Kyo asked. Colton chuckled at that and reached up, brushing his hair out of his face. As he took a few breaths, his hair started to thicken, his muscles expanded and his legs tightened. In a seamless, fluid expression his face elongated into a muzzle as tawny fur emerged. In contrast to Kyo's mostly uniform fur, Colton's underside was a light caramel, almost tan coloring. His ears sprung up, his muscles shifted and his hands changed.

"We can still do it, whenever we want." Colton said. Kyo looked surprised at that.

"You want to?" Kyo asked. Colton nodded.

"With this gift we're primal, we're strong, we're smart... There isn't anything we can't do, and there isn't anyone we can't persuade. Kyo, you've just started into a very different part of your life. We'll teach you everything we can." Colton said. Kyo smiled gently, feeling loved, accepted and reassured.

**** The doors to the high school swung open and a figure moved in with confidence and zeal. The swagger alone was enough to make some do a double take. Some were drawn in by the heavy, strong boots while others watched the sway of the long, dark black trench coat. Kyo had always been well respected by the students, but now he captivated them.... he was a teenager transformed. The teal in his hair was brighter, his fingernails were painted black, two fresh gold earrings hung from his ears and a touch of guy-liner gave his eyes a smoky look.

Kyo kept his eyes ahead, a slight mischievous grin on his lips. It had been a long weekend. His parents had explained everything they knew about the weredonkeys and had helped him get better at turning back and forth. They had been fiercely upset by tales of the bully, then satisfied with Kyo's explanation. There was so much to learn, so much to try, but at the same time he had to come back to reality at some point.

The early arrivals of the high school parted for Kyo as he advanced, watching him with intense scrutiny. Everything about him seemed remade, from his wardrobe to the way he walked. It was with purpose, confidence, and absolutely no hesitation. Even his clean cut, baby face seemed a bit different. Two unruly stripes of facial hair descended down in front of his ears like walls of masculinity staking their claim to the territory.

Kyo reached his locker and turned, moving to open it up. The metal clicked and swung out of the way. The teenager reached up and once more brushed his long hair out of his eyes. Knowing everything he knew, he felt empowered and confident. He was something special, different and powerful. He could change his form and he could change others. The idea that his fathers had created a vast network of donkey men world wide was astounding. It was all so big, so amazing... and it made school seem so trivial and small.

A small inkling of Kyo's conscience flared up, reminding him how important school was to complete. It was a life asset, a tool he needed even if he was destined for bigger and better things - but he longed for the clock to reach the end of the day, to be released, to explore the world at large and to see what he could do. He was the son of an ass, two technically, and the world was about to be his.

**** There were many places in the city that went to great length to maintain atmospheric lighting, a high quality of garden maintenance and a general aesthetic... but 182nd street was not on that list. The 24 hour market was nestled in between an auto-parts store and a pawn shop that was closed for the night. A ring of harsh, buzzing fluorescent backed lights surrounded the roof of the building, casting a greenish white glow across the parking light while an almost as sickening light filled the interior, glaring off of the waxy cardboard boxes of nearly stale cereal and discount bottles of cheap soda and beer.

An antiquated security camera kept tabs on the store, showing the sole customer roaming the aisles. Rex had been there nearly twenty minutes, making his selection at a turtle's pace. It was an effort to appear at ease, comfortable and in charge. Rex stood at five foot ten, his black hair buzzed short beneath the pristine baseball cap. The diamond studs in his ears caught the light of the store and tried their best to sparkle. His upper lip was adorned with thickening stubble, an attempt at a mustache - yet another way to try and look older.

Rex took a quick glance at his heavy, over-sized silver watch. He'd been at his game long enough. He moved over to the cooler and opened up the door, selecting a six pack of cheap beer. He added it to his pile of snack foods and moved over to the counter, setting it down. The disinterested clerk began swiping the items, bagging them before his hand drifted for the beer. Brown eyes lifted, taking in the appearance of the young man.

"Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to see some ID." He said. Rex felt his heart skip, but he struggled not to show it on his face. He cracked a grin.

"My girls all tell me I have a baby face, damn shame for someone my age." Rex muttered. He opened up his wallet and reached in before he withdrew a plastic card embossed with gold state seals. The clerk looked at it briefly, his eyes moving to the date of birth before he scanned the six pack. Rex tried to calmly return the fake ID to his wallet before he put the cash down and gathered up his things. Rex nearly left the counter before his change was ready but tried to play the movement off as shifting his weight in his shoes.

"Have a good night sir." The clerk said, his eyes returning to the very small television tucked under the counter.

"Thanks man." Rex said, nearly bolting out of the store with excitement, amazed that he had gotten away with it. His reverie was short lived as he impacted someone on the other side of the door. While Rex had come to a sudden stop, his possessions kept going. The bag tugged out of his fingers and began its decent. Rex watched the brown bottles of glass sailing downwards before a hand caught the doomed merchandise. Rex was stunned, shaken out of his celebration. He looked up at the man that had broken his perfect moment, seeing the last person he had expected - the nerd from the park, or at least... someone that looked very much like the nerd.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you, you got a death wish? I'm going to beat-" Rex was silenced by a grin.

"You sure are a cocky punk, aren't you? All that bravado..." Kyo said.

"The hell is Bravado? You insulting me?" The thug questioned.

"If I wanted to insult you I'd talk about how you acting so tough must be because you aren't getting laid, or because you're trying to make up for certain shortcomings..." Kyo said. The thug's lip curled in rage and he surged forward. Kyo easily caught him and redirected his momentum towards the brick wall of the auto-shop building.

Rex grunted as he hit the wall. He braced his hands against it to push back and spin around, but before he could get away he was pinned by a bigger body. Kyo pushed into the thug, pressing his groin to the punk's ass. The basketball shorts he wore were sheer and slick. Kyo slowly raised one arm, allowing the musk of his pit to waft out. It smelled of earth and peat, of hay and sweat. The thug tried to break free, but each huff of air into his lungs made him feel different, strange.

"You can feel it, can't you? That aching emptiness? You're alone, you're unfulfilled... you need something, someone." Kyo whispered. The thug's eyes slowly closed and he continued to pant.

"I don't need no-one..." Rex muttered. Kyo murmured softly.

"You want someone to be there, to hold you, to show you your place..." Kyo said, slowly moving back. Rex spun around to face his captor, but seeing his intense eyes and his piercings, it was all rather disarming.

"Wh... What is my place?" Rex muttered. Kyo grinned at that, reaching into his jacket, pulling out a long leather strap with a metal ring on the end. It was a leash. Kyo only started grinning wider.

****

Branches snapped and twigs broke as the two moved through the dark, Rex pinned to a tree as Kyo kissed him furiously. Rex felt like jelly, overwhelmed on every level. Some tiny part of him wanted to beat Kyo up for treating him like this, for touching him, but the vast majority felt lost in the raw power the young man had. Rex had once felt like he had game when it came to women, but he knew he'd never made them feel anything remotely like this.

Kyo leaned in to Rex's neck, biting and sucking on the flesh before he pulled back, glancing around before he gave Rex's leash a tug. Rex followed after, panting more, his erection raging in his pants. Kyo felt odd having so much power... He'd been raised to be a good boy, a decent and loving boy... but this was what he had been after - respect. Kyo curled the leash around his wrist.

"Get on your hands and knees for me..." Kyo said. Rex nodded obediently and got down, his balls swaying between his legs. The thug felt absurd, like some common animal, like a bitch in heat. Even then, he wanted it. His heart raced, his lungs pumped and the moments passed. Rex started to get confused what was taking Kyo so long. He turned, hearing a click, seeing a steady red glow in the dark. Kyo took a puff of the new cigar and held the smoke in his mouth for a long moment before he exhaled. He looked as though he was on the top of the world. Rex looked up with awe, envy and longing. He had never known this kid was so sexy, let alone that men could be sexy. Kyo took another puff and expelled the smoke from his lips, letting it curl around them.

"Oh please... fuck me... Fuck me hard." Rex begged. Kyo grinned softly, reaching down to grope himself.

"You might want to be careful, once we go that far, you'll never be able to come back." Kyo said. Rex panted hard, a drop of drool leaking from the corner of his lips. He was a shadow of his former, cocky self. His red hat was dirty, his jersey top torn, his shorts tugged down.

"I don't want to come back, I'm yours... I'm... yours... master." Rex whispered. Kyo had to admit he was surprised by the title, but it sent a thrill through him. Kyo moved up closer, reaching to caress Rex's face.

"What was that my pet?" Kyo asked.

"I am yours, master." Rex whispered. Kyo grinned at that and shivered with anticipation. He clenched his mouth around the cigar and reached down, unzipping his pants. The bulge had been unseemly, huge... and soon Rex saw why. In the dark of the night it was hard to make out at first, other than the fact that Kyo was huge. Rex had never imagined men could be hung like horses, but the thought lodged in his brain as he continued to stare at his master's cock... it wasn't just big like a horse, it wasn't a human shape either.

Extending from Kyo's groin was a thirteen inch, fat cock. The tip was blunted and wide and a hard, ridged ring spanned the middle of the cock. The turgid member sloped back to furry brown balls the size of grapefruits, nestled beneath a muscled tannish brown fur covered stomach. Rex's eyes widened more and more at that as he followed the changes up, watching Kyo's fingers get capped with hoof tips. His human face popped and distended, stretching out, still puffing away on the cigar as his lop sided hair became a mane of sorts.

"What are you, master?" Rex whispered. Kyo grinned deeper, reaching back to fish out his tail, letting it swing wide as his shoes distorted and tore, splitting out to reveal hooves.

"I'm the future, I'm the son of an ass... I'm a donkey." Kyo moaned. Rex was certain he'd gone insane, but if this was the shape of his inanity, it was a very pleasing shape. He leaned forward and an eager, yet inexperienced tongue began to slurp at the cock before him. Kyo gasped at that, feeling it probe his urethra. Kyo grabbed Rex's head with one hand and pulled him tighter to his groin, feeling the human's lips spread around his cock, taking it deep. Rex's eyes drifted close and he began to suckle and lick eagerly. Instinctively, Kyo began to thrust back and forth, feeling the human's head tilt, allowing him access to the long, tight recesses of Rex's throat.

Kyo's eyes squeezed shut as he puffed and panted. The slick, tight throat around his cock was amazing and it made his shifting even better. His newly pierced ears tingled and throbbed as they rose up to their full height, gold rings rising part way up the back slope. His shoulders broadened and the fur spread across the last bits of his skin. Every feature that had already gone donkey was refining, from the size of his hooves to the length of his tail, even the width of his muzzle full of flat teeth.

While Kyo was lost in bliss, Rex was struggling to bring his brain back to some semblance of order. He'd spent his youth trying to act older, tougher, more macho and manly than anyone else... but everything he craved was right here before him, and yet it didn't feel bad to be second place. He could learn from the master, he could become more while lifting the amazing beast up to new heights of pleasure.

Rex's hand reached up, snaking into the open pants, caressing the round furry donkey balls of his partner. Kyo shivered and moaned even more at that, keeping his pace up... but it was hard to hold back. Kyo threw his head back, took in a deep breath and let loose.

"HAWWW! HEEHAWW! HAAWWWW!" Kyo brayed as his massive cock began to spasm and sputter before pumping an incredibly potent load down Rex's throat. The thug's cheeks went wide and his throat pulsed but soon he began to gulp at the seed, feeling the hot syrup flow down into his stomach... and the tingling was spreading out in every direction. Rex's teeth flattened around the cock, his tongue widened, but the most distinct sensations came from his ears.

The thug's ears tingled and burned like he was embarrassed, but rather than just flushing, the ears were starting to grow. The base became less rounded, tapering to his skull as the tip began to rise up. As the ear grew taller, it grew thicker and stronger as well to support its new mass. Both ears climbed up, centimeter by centimeter. They slipped past the brim of the baseball cap, then the half way point, then the hat as a whole. The fleshy ears were growing furrier too, taking on a dark brownish black coloring.

Rex continued to eagerly drink, the stubble on his upper lip darkening and thickening, though the stubble soon spread out across his face as fur - and his face spread out as well. Bones popped and shifted and Rex's mouth extended out around Kyo's donkey cock. His nose melded down into the forming muzzle and his ears reached their height. Even Rex's hand massaging Kyo's balls changed, his fingernails thickening and hardening as they slipped out to cover the tips.

In a drunken afterglow, Kyo opened his eyes and looked down, watching his conquest turn into a black donkey. It was hard to see him in the darkness, but there he was in his majestic glory. Kyo continued to let the new donkey suckle from his cock, realizing what he had done. For a brief moment he almost felt bad that he'd changed this young man's life completely, but he was so much nicer and sweeter now... and he could experience so much more pleasure. Kyo knew that his own pleasure came with the price of ensuring that Rex would have a good and happy life - just as his fathers had done with their veritable club of men from over the years. He would carry on the family tradition, and Rex was his first.

Kyo slowly stepped back, extracting himself from the new donkey's mouth. A few last spurts of cum splattered onto Rex's face and a long animal tongue slurped it up. Kyo chuckled at that and leaned down, turning his muzzle to the side so he could kiss the new recruit. Rex returned the sloppy embrace, his own cock releasing the last of his human seed as it became slicker and thicker, turning to donkey sperm. Kyo slowly broke the kiss and smiled.

"Come on, let's get you home." Kyo said, turning to lead the way out of the park. With Kyo turned around, Rex surged forward, rooting into Kyo's pants with his long muzzle before his over eager tongue emerged and plunged between Kyo's ass cheeks. Kyo yelped with surprise before he froze, panting hard, feeling the tongue slide back and forth inside him a few times. Rex pulled back and licked his lips happily. Kyo looked at his pet with shock, wondering just how kinky the thug could be.

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Dark amber liquid poured down across thick cubes of ice in the small glasses. Xaie made sure he filled both with the right amount before he carried one over to Colton and handed it to his husband. Colton accepted the scotch with a smile and a nod, patting the seat next to him. Xaie sank down, hip to hip with his lover, taking a sip of the drink before he lifted his cigar back up out of the ash tray and took another puff.

"I didn't expect it to be so soon." Colton mused, brushing some of his long hair out of his face. Xaie smirked gently at that.

"His childhood was so fast, maybe it is the price of magic." Xaie murmured. Colton nodded gently at that.

"I don't regret it, any of it... It was the only way you and I could make him." Colton said. Xaie leaned over and gave his husband another kiss.

"I know, I don't regret it either... I just hope he'll be strong enough when the time comes." Xaie said gently, "We should tell him."

"I... I don't want to overwhelm him, he just learned he's the son of two male donkeys, and he's sewing his wild oats. We need to give him a little time." Colton said. Xaie nodded gently, stroking Colton's hair.

"Alright, but no matter what we'll both be there for him." Xaie said. Colton nodded at that and laid his head on Xaie's shoulder, smiling with contentment.