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Night of Pleasure Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Canine80

Up tempo music blared from the stereo, though it was barely enough to make it all the way to the bathroom even with the door open. Zach stood in front of the mirror, running his hands through his hair, trying to get it to stand up just right in a sort of light spiked way. He'd dressed way outside his normal comfort zone, pulling on a deep purple t-shirt with a short sleeved transparent black button up resting open over the top of it. His blue eyes gazed into the mirror, trying to make sure everything was just right. He wanted tonight to be perfect, it would be the start of a brand new him.

For years Zach had been the straight A student... Loved by his teachers, embroiled in a love-hate relationship with the other over achievers who both respected him and coveted his grades. He'd had friends, he'd had even more people who wanted to learn from him, but now he was in college. It was the perfect time to reinvent himself and he had no better role model than his roommate Marco. Marco strutted into the bathroom right up to Zach, checking himself out. Marco looked stylish without even trying.

His cinnamon colored skin was the perfect tone, the faint black mustache he had balanced his slick black hair and his eyes were the color of honey and could be seen from quite a distance. He was muscled, he was well dressed and he was bold. For some reason he'd taken a liking to Zach and had made it his personal mission to get Zach out of his shell. They'd gotten an apartment together, they hung out together, but tonight was the ultimate test... the first night of clubbing. The mere suggestion had shocked Zach a year ago, but after all that time it was about to happen. He was going to go out and have a good time even if it killed him.

"I've been looking at our options. There's the Demon's Den, but I think that's a bit too much for us at first... There's also a brand new one, Pleasure Island." Marco said.

"Is it on an island?" Zach asked. Marco rolled his eyes.

"No... It's like the story, go and have a good time, do whatever you want." Marco grinned, running a comb through his hair.

"Didn't they get turned into animal slaves in that story?" Zach asked. Marco took a breath and looked at Zach.

"Okay, not like that story. You think too much. It's a place to have a good time, there's a moat around it for novelty. It's fine." Marco said, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I think so." Zach replied.

"That's not what I taught you." Marco replied. Zach rolled his eyes before putting on a cocky grin as if he meant to take the world by storm.

"Hell yeah baby." Zach said. Marco clapped him on the shoulder before heading out of the bathroom. Zach watched him go before he looked back at the mirror, trying to look confident before he gave up and followed after his roommate.

****

A cool breeze blew right through Zach's transparent black shirt, the young man resisting the urge to hug his torso and conserve heat. They had been standing in line for almost an hour, nestled right in the midst of the weirdest cross section of humanity Zach had ever seen. It seemed like every rich kid in town was there, but so were the kids too poor for college. They were all mixed together, side by side, talking. It was a shock to Zach, but certainly in a good way. He'd always been an ardent supporter for equality. And, while the wait was long, at least the scenery was good.

The night club seemed rather well designed. It was a sturdy red brick building with steel supports and blacked out windows, but all around the exterior there was a glowing teal moat lit from beneath. The building was completely surrounded by water but an immense sturdy wooden bridge spanned the gap between the 'shore' and the club. While it was the only default way in or out of the club, there seemed to be some sort of draw bridge on the back side that could be lowered in the event of a fire. It really was a nice design.

The line advanced more, Zach and Marco finally getting close to the bridge itself. Zach was excited, to excited to remember line etiquette or that only a certain amount of people were allowed in at a time. He stepped for the bridge only to have two immense bouncers step into his path. Zach skidded to a stop, his face paling when he realized his miss-step. He then paused, looking up slowly at the bouncers. They were the biggest guys he had ever seen before; they had to be like seven feet tall. One had shaggy brown hair, the other had a shaved head, but both had thick nose rings dangling from their septums and their arms were as thick with muscle as Zach's waist was wide.

"Heavy security..." Zach murmured.

"Well it has to be, I mean this is the trendiest place in town." Marco grinned.

"I get the good design, but what makes it so special?" Zach asked.

"Well, for one they let anyone in... It's the first club that isn't catered to a specific demographic... Well, for being a club. Not too many people over 35 club." Marco smirked.

"What else?" Zack asked.

"Well, it's who is involved... You heard of Minomilk, right? The beer that will steer you right? The owners invented it, the famous Colton and Xaie. Discovered the formula in college, got rich. They say they even have their own island, a real one." Marco grinned.

"But wasn't that the stuff the FDA pulled off the market?" Zach asked, a little hesitant.

"Bah, only until they sampled it. Then it got its stamp of approval. They even have a micro brewery of it here... Another reason it's awesome." Marco grinned. The bouncer ahead of Zach reached up and held his finger to the ear piece in his ear. Zach's eyes focused in on the picture of the bull skull tattooed on his arm.

"You two." He said, waving them in. Zach froze in excitement but Marco grabbed his arm and pulled him along. Soon Zach was following after, his feet clomping across the wooden bridge. He glanced off the sides, looking at the water. It was sort of milky, almost white and soupy but it really cast the light well. Maybe it was supposed to be that way. As the two approached the building, the doors ahead of them opened up as if by magic. Beyond the doorway was every manner of pleasure. The music was intense, the lights were colorful and there was a vague haze of smoke.

"By the way, by entering you're forfeiting your right to smoking laws and stuff like that." Marco said. Zach's brows furrowed.

"What?" he asked. Marco pointed to a little sign stuck in the ground by the door. Indeed, it did state that anyone entering the building was voluntarily forfeiting any objection to the variety of laws the club had gotten special dispensation to avoid. The two swiped their debit cards in the reader by the door to pay for the cover charge before passing through the threshold. Once they were inside, Zach could see why they had been warned about the laws.

The club was immense and multifaceted. Along the wall to the right there was a conventional bar selling every kind of booze known to man and Minomilk was always on tap. To the left there was another bar, but it seemed to be a tobacco bar. They had cigars, hookahs, cigarettes and everything between. Men in suits puffed away from long stogies, the ends glowing before they exhaled thick plumes of smoke. Zach felt himself unnaturally drawn to the tobacco bar before he felt Marco's hand pulling his shirt. They skirted around the dance floor in the middle where lots of guys were bumping and grinding. Zack slowly realized there weren't many women in the place.

"Is this a gay bar?!" Zach asked over the loud music.

"What?!" Marco asked.

"Is this a gay bar?!" Zach repeated.

"It's not very far!" Marco replied, no having heard correctly. On the far wall there was a makeshift restaurant serving a wide variety of food, but the back two corners had thick metal stairs leading up to the second floor where there seemed to be even more people partying. It was a crazy, happy, amazing place. While Zach had been surprised by the uneven distribution of the sexes at first, he started to think of the club more as a man cave, where guys could be guys and do whatever brought them joy. It was the perfect place to restart his life as a hedonist.

Zach's eyes surveyed the room, looking over everything before he stopped, noticing one of the bartenders getting the most attention. He seemed to be in his late twenties, his dark brown hair dyed red on the tips. His ear lobes had several silver rings up the back and his bright red shirt was so tight it showed off every muscle in his body. His bone structure was a bit unique too, very streamlined. Zach guessed he had Germanic ancestry. Marco slipped up behind Zach, pointing.

"That's Xaie." He said, looking around before pointing over to the Tobacco bar, "And that's Colton." Marco added. Standing behind the tobacco bar, overseeing the other workers, was another man in his late twenties. His black hair was short on one side, long in the middle and hanging off the side of his head, streaks of bright orange running through it. A thick goatee hung from his chin, dyed orange on the bottom and a mustache adorned his upper lip. Much like his companion, he had several piercings of every different kind running up the back of his ear lobes.

"So that's what rich boys look like?" Zach asked.

"I guess so. Maybe one day that'll be us." Marco grinned, "Where do you want to start?"

"Let's get some drinks!" Zach said. Zach made his way through the crowd, Marco following before the two arrived at the bar, squeezing in between the patrons on the bar stools. Xaie made his way down the bar, making sure everyone was having a good time before his green eyes settled on Zach and Marco.

"Welcome to Pleasure Island. Enjoying your first time?" Xaie asked. Zach's eyes widened. He glanced at Marco and then back.

"You can tell?" Zach asked. Xaie gave a very friendly chuckle before nodding.

"You haven't let the beast out yet, but don't worry. It'll come. Would you like something to drink?" Xaie asked with a grin. Zach looked around for some kind of menu, not sure what to order. Marco, however, was gazing at the bartender's ample bulge in his jeans.

"What would you recommend?" Zach asked. Xaie grinned.

"For you, probably a Hay You Two. It's a dark beer with a good dash of sweetness like honey, blended to perfection. For your friend, probably a Donketaur Drop. A bit stronger stuff, but I think he can handle it." Xaie said before winking.

"Sounds good!" Marco said, nearly leaning over the bar toward Xaie. He didn't know why, but the man smelled amazing. Xaie moved around behind the bar with expert skill before two drinks were offered up. Zach got a dark brown beer with a bit of foamy head where as Marco got a mug of milky tan colored beer into which a shot glass of a much stronger alcohol was dropped. Zack and Marco lifted up their respective glasses, clinked them together and then tipped them back.

The beer was sweet and strong on Zach's tongue, tasting like nothing he'd ever had before. As it slipped back into his throat it felt as if the world around him had just gotten a dozen times better. Colors were richer, tastes were stronger, smells were better. For a brief moment Zach worried that he'd just been drugged, but he felt too good to care. He brought his mug to his lips again and took another gulp before grinning wide, looking over at Marco before his jaw had dropped.

When Marco had finished toasting their drinks together, he'd tipped back his mug and started to drink and he hadn't stopped. Gulp after gulp flowed down into his body, the amazing drink feeling like it was flowing through his veins. Marco felt like every muscle was dripping with power. He guzzled it down and soon the other patrons around him started to notice and chant, turning to face him, grinning.

"Chug, chug, chug, chug!" They shouted, encouraging him. Even Zach felt himself joining in, chanting, watching the creamy liquid drain into his mouth and disappear down his throat. Marco lowered the glass, a few beads of beer clinging to his chin as he gasped for breath and grinned before he raised his arms and let out a holler. All the men at the bar hollered as well in celebration of Marco's victory. Zach chuckled, glad to see Marco so happy, though the drops of beer on Marco's chin were still there.

Zach thought about telling Marco, but with the music so loud he knew his friend wouldn't hear him. Zach leaned in and licked up the drops. Marco's eyes went wide and he froze in place, surprised at what his roommate had just done. Zach pulled back and blushed a bit, embarrassed by how forward he had been. Marco slowly put his mug back on the bar before he grabbed Zach's head with both hands and kissed him. Once more the men at the bar cheered loudly. Feeling Marco's tongue slide between his lips, Zach's world was spinning around him. Marco and Zach kissed for a long moment before finally they parted, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Let's dance." Zach suggested. Marco grinned.

"Good idea!" He said before tugging Zach out onto the dance floor. Before long they were bathed in the throbbing music and colorful lights, pressed tight together, strutting their stuff as the beer coursed through them and made them lose their inhibitions. Marco tried at first to show off all his best moves, but before long he was right up against Zach, bumping and grinding. Zach blushed in delight, loving the fact that he had a public excuse to put his package against another man. Soon the two were humping listlessly, panting and groaning as they held each other, their cocks growing incredibly hard in their pants.

When, at last, the music slowed down a bit, Marco and Zach were left in the middle of the dance floor, still humping and kissing, their arms wrapped around each other... though they weren't the only guys there in that condition. Zach finally broke the kiss, panting gently, his cock as hard as a rock. Marco grinned at Zach before they started to move off the dance floor. They hadn't been dancing long but Marco and Zach both had killed feet aches, their toes incredibly stiff. Marco pulled at his shirt, feeling like the cloth had shrunk too tight around his muscles.

"What next?" Marco asked.

"Cigar bar! I've always wanted to try." Zach suggested. Marco chuckled.

"I thought you were always the healthy one." Marco said. Zach merely blushed, a bit embarrassed. Marco clapped him on the shoulder, "I see how it is, a repressed man's man. Lets both get some nice big stogies." Marco said, leading Zach over. Thankfully the tobacco bar wasn't s crowded as the one serving alcohol and the two hopped up onto the stools, looking at the vast selection. There were cigars and pipe tobacco from all over the world, though there even seemed to be some house brands as well.

While Zach had always been one to endorse healthy living, he'd had an affinity for cigars for a long time. He didn't know what it was, if it was bucking society's trend to cut out all unhealthy things, or if it was looking manly with the smoke coming out of one's lips. He'd always been exited by the idea but he'd never had the chance to try it. Now, here he was, old enough in a place that fully supported it. They even had cigar clippers on the bar as well as ashtrays and all sorts of the amenities.

"Have you ever smoked a cigar before?" Zach asked Marco. Marco shook his head. Zach gave a nod and turned, waiting for Colton to move over. The pierced, goateed man checked out the two before grinning a wide grin.

"What can I do for you two?" Colton asked.

"I'd like a Partagas and my friend will take a Macanudo." Zach said. Colton beamed.

"Coming right up my good sirs." He said before moving off. Zach smiled and turned before blushing, realizing that Marco's jaw was hanging open.

"What did you just order? How did you know that stuff?" Marco asked. Zach blushed brighter.

"I... did some research. The Macanudo is a great cigar that still won't scare off beginners. It's from the Dominican Republic, smooth and mellow." Zach said. Marco chuckled.

"Sounds like a good starting point. What about yours?" Marco asked.

"It's got wood and coffee scents and is a bit spicy, very full flavored." Zach replied.

"That sounds less like a beginner cigar. Have you smoked before?" Marco asked. Zach hesitated before he shook his head.

"No, I've been meaning to." He said as a techno song started up on the dance floor behind them. Marco chuckled and clapped Zach over the shoulder. A moment later Colton returned with two cigars in glass cases, self-sealed humidors to preserve the flavor. The boxes were stamped with the Pleasure Island logo in orange. Zach opened the humidor like he was opening a Christmas present. He lifted up the cigar and ran it under his nose, appreciating the smell so much he shivered. Marco tried the same before glancing at his friend.

"Any tips about smoking this?" Marco asked.

"Don't go too fast; it'll take around a half hour. If you go too fast it'll heat up and ruin the flavor. Oh, and don't breathe it into your lungs, just hold the smoke in your mouth." Zach said.

"I love what an expert you are." Marco grinned. Zach blushed at that but moved to prepare his cigar. Marco tried to keep up, clipping his just as Zach had. The bar provided matches as lighters could ruin the flavor as well. Zach normally avoided fire but he brought the cigar to his lips and lit the cigar. Soon the flame danced along the end of the cigar, the tobacco and paper catching as he puffed. The movement of air drew the flame in, igniting more and producing the smoke.

As Zach drew the smoke in, it filled his mouth and he was plunged into a new word of flavor. It was stronger than he thought, spicier, hotter, more amazing. Zach felt blood rush into his groin, bringing his manhood to full hardness in moments. His pants tented and then his cock ached, feeling as if it was getting harder than ever, almost hurting. Zach grunted, loving the feeling. It made sense; he was doing something he had always dreamed of, being a true bad boy. He groaned, his cock aching even more, pushing out longer slowly in his pants. He brought the cigar down and exhaled, a plume of smoke leaving his lips.

Marco watched Zach in awe. It was like his innocent friend had become someone else entirely, a man, a bad ass man. He seemed so confident. Marco was amazed and thought it was pretty cool, but he felt a little like he'd been upstaged by his own creation. He lit his own cigar and brought it to his lips, drawing. He was almost overwhelmed by the smoke at first, but as it danced across his tongue he started to relax, feeling calm and cool. He glanced over to Zach and grinned, but his grin wasn't nearly as wide as Colton's, watching the two. He knew they'd both drunk, danced, and now smoked. It wouldn't be long at all.

Zach and Marco puffed away slowly, savoring the flavors before exhaling. The smoke rippled and danced around them, caressing their skin and soaking into their hair and clothes before spreading out. Both boys felt warm and comfortable, their lungs throbbing with heat and their cocks aching with excitement. Even though Marco didn't have the same fixation Zach did, his cock had grown to full arousal as well. Even his balls were throbbing in excitement for what they were doing.

Minutes passed, the cigars burning along as the two enjoyed them immensely, but it seemed all around people were having a good time. Drinking, smoking, partying. There were the sounds of games upstairs, the dancing was getting more involved. All around people were having all the pleasure they could handle, and when the night club reached maximum occupancy, the doors stopped opening. No one else would be allowed in if no one left, and no one seemed likely to want to leave, especially when the complimentary drinks started going out. Marco and Zach looked up in surprise as Xaie brought them both another drink, the same kind they'd had before.

"Thanks so much!" Marco called after Xaie.

"Thanks again, this is so hawesome! I mean awesome." Zach said. Xaie merely grinned and moved off to serve other customers.

"Haww's... Here's to a great night!" Marco said, wondering if the tobacco smoke had made their tongues a bit numb, they both had made the same slip up.

"Looks like you did it too, Haww haww." Zach said before blushing. Marco snorted and laughed at his friend before they lifted their drinks and tipped them back, drinking the free beer down before following them up with a puff of their cigars. As the booze and the smoke mixed in their systems, it truly started to seem to accelerate things. Both men were harder than ever before, their pants painfully tented, but it was Marco who moved first.

After a deep swig of his Donketaur drop, Marco set his drink down and reached over with his left hand, unzipping Zach's fly. Having been pent up so long, Zach's manhood shot through the fly of his underwear and into the shadow of the bar. So much blood had filled the rod that it was a furious reddish purple, though likely quite a bit darker than it should have been. Zach blushed deeply as his cock was exposed, trying to act casual and smoke more of his cigar.

Marco traced his fingers over Zach's rod before his fingers curled around the length, closing tight before it started to slide up and down. Soon Marco was pumping Zach quickly and deeply, feeling just how big his roommate was. He never had any idea that Zach was packing such a cock. It had to be at least a foot long, far bigger than average... Marco fisted Zach's manhood harder, feeling it base to tip, though it was more exotic than just long. It seemed particular firm around the middle, almost like a firm ridge there... and the head of his cock seemed wider than it should have been, almost as if it had flared out.

While he had tried to be discrete, soon Zach's hips were lifting and falling, forcing his cock through his friend's hand, bucking. Zach moaned, feeling like he was in heaven. He brought his cigar to his lips and took a deep draw, filling his mouth before snorting the smoke out of his nostrils. As the smoke passed through his sinuses, his entire face throbbed and stung, part because of the smoke, but also because a drastic change had started. The flesh of Zach's nostrils started to toughen, turning from soft flesh into tough leather. Zach's lips darkened as well, growing a bit thicker.

With only one hand occupied on Zach's cock, Marco was free to take another puff and as he exhaled the smoke from his lips, they too darkened until they were black. His ears began to throb and tingle, stretching upwards, honing into points that kept extending. In his mouth his teeth felt flatter and more even than ever before, his tongue relaxed but strong. Marco shifted gently as his nostrils darkened and his nose began spreading out wider, his nostrils sinking more into his face proper. As he took another draw on his cigar, his face pushed out a bit around it, extending just a bit more than was natural for a human.

Marco shuddered, sensation flowing through him. With his longer muzzle came other sensations, deep seeded pleasure and desire and need. Marco set his cigar down in the ash tray, took a deep gulp of his beer and then moved his head down. His lips pressed against the flattening tip of Zach's cock before parting and he took the shaft into his mouth, sliding down to the medial ring and then more. Zach's eyes rolled into the back of his head, unable to be discreet anymore. He grabbed onto Marco's head with one hand, his fingers tangling in his roommate's hair. As he did so, his fingernails turned from white to brown, darkening and thickening almost instantly.

Marco sucked and slurped on Zach's cock, his mouth getting a real work out. He never thought he'd be the cock fiend of the two, but as great as the cigar had been, he realized this was what he was meant to suck. He started bobbing his head up and down, his tongue slathering over the length, not realizing that every time his lips slid up Zach's rod, the flesh was darker than before until it was as black as night. Flesh pooled around the base of the cock, looking like it could have tried to engulf some of it if Marco's mouth hadn't been there. As the flesh developed, Zach's bush softened, taking on an incredibly soft feeling. The same soft hairs grew out of the new sheath, making it fuzzy and almost furry. Then the furry area began spreading over Zach's balls and up his stomach.

Zach grunted, still puffing away his cigar, the smoke billowing from his lips like a seasoned professional. His hand drew Marco's head up and down as Marco went to down, though if anyone had seen him directly they might have feared he had gone to the farm instead. Every time Marco pulled his head back toward the head of Zach's shaft, his lips stayed in place. His face stretched and warped, his nose disappearing into the rest of his extending face, his nostrils flaring above his lips. His mustache had been split in two on either side of his nostrils, though his face was darkening with black fuzz all over.

Marco's ears throbbed as they continued to stretch, lifting up into tall points, black fuzz coating the back of the ears. While the fuzz on his face had started where his beard was, it soon swept across all of his muzzle, around his eyes and across his forehead. His ears began moving up the sides of his skull, his hearing disappearing until the ears settled near the top, sticking straight up. With his tall ears, muzzle and fur, Marco had the head of an ass, a true donkey. He sucked and slurped on the cock as if it was his source of life and his black fur disappeared down into his shirt, covering his neck all the way around.

As good as Zach felt, the feeling of such a long mouth around his shaft wasn't right. Zach slowly leaned back and looked down, his eyes falling across a donkey. Zach let out a scream of shock and stumbled back, falling off of the stool and onto his back, though his tailbone hurt almost like he had broken it when he fell. He panted hard before letting out another scream, seeing what his cock had become. Standing before him was a thick black equine cock that had to be at least the size of his forearm, thick and animal.

Without Zach to keep him up, Marco fell forward onto all fours, but as his hands hit the ground, his fingers fused together and his fingernails spread over all of the fingers, hardening into hooves. His shoes tore and split, revealing that his feet had become hooves already. Marco lifted his head and began to bray, letting out a piercing bellow, but he wasn't alone. All around the bar several men had started to let out the same sound as they changed. Marco's body rippled with muscle as he changed and shifted. His shirt grew tight before splitting down the back, revealing a furry back. His hips changed and his pants slid down around his ankles, his ass cheeks parting.

Zach watched as his friend's humanity disappeared from him, a new tail slipping out above his cheek, the tail whipping around, a tassel of black fuzz on the tip. A huge thick equine cock bobbed between his legs above bull sized balls and the last portions of his flesh were covered over with fur. Marco had become a wild, fully feral black donkey... but one with one thing on mind. Seeing Zach's cock before him, he trotted over and resumed licking it, trying to get it back into his muzzle. Zach crawled away before getting onto all fours and then back up to his feet, breaking into a run as the techno music played above the chaos, colors flashing through the hoard of transforming patrons. Hooves and feet mingled on the dance floor as faces extended and ears grew.

He ran for the front door but skidded to a stop, seeing the bouncers from outside. They still stood on two legs but their crossed arms were covered in thick gray fur. They snorted and grunted as their faces pushed out into wide muzzles, their ears elongating. Bulges formed on their heads before wide horns began spilling outward. One guard's horns went out sideways before curving up while the others shot forward and sloped up just a little. As their faces shifted, it was clear they had become bulls, just like the minotaurs of legend.

Zach spun around and ran the other way, moving through the chaos that had become the dance floor. Men all over the bar were turning into donkeys and bulls. Some were on all fours, others still were on two feet. Zach's mind spun, trying to think of how to escape. He remembered the fire escape draw bridges. He moved across the wood floor, heading for the back before someone stepped into his path. Standing in his way was an almost seven foot tall donkey man. The tips of his mane were coated in bright orange and a tuft of a goatee hung from his muzzle. His fur was a light caramel orangey brown and his underside was a sandy tan. Most telling of all, his long donkey ears were full of piercings just as Colton's had been. Colton reached down, giving his huge donkey cock a stroke.

"Want to such a real chubbie?" Colton grinned. Zach turned, trying for another escape, though the men around him were all changing faster and faster... and so was he. Each step was harder as his toes grew together and the toenails spread out to form hooves. After a while his shoes just fell out and Zach was clomping around on hooves. His pants slipped down around his ankles, having been opened by Marco. As they slipped down, the hair on Zach's legs got so thick and soft it was practically like he had been wearing fur pants underneath in a rich dark brown. Zach panted, his ass cheeks parting as his tailbone grew out, forming new bones and muscles. It took several moments but he had the start of a very nice donkey tail, dark brown fur exploding from the tip into a nice tassel.

Zach reached the last door before slamming into another donkey man, this one with a red tipped mane and a milk chocolate coat of fur. Xaie reached out and stroked Zach's hair, feeling it grow longer in the center into a bit of a mane before he pulled the patron down. Zach tried to resist but as the fat equine head slipped between his lips he couldn't do anything but close his eyes and start to suck. It didn't take long for Xaie's cock to start unleashing its potent seed, but Colton had trained Xaie to cum on command or desire.

Zach moaned gently, feeling the cum flow down his throat in hot, thick waves. His angst and fear slipped away and he felt just as relaxed as he had drinking the beer and smoking the cigar. His stomach tingled as it filled with donkey cum, his changes catching up to everyone else's. Zach's ears stretched into points and lifted up his head before emerging through his hair at the top of his head, twitching a bit. Zach's jaw popped and stretched, his mouth growing out around Xaie's cock. Fur spread across Zach's chest and stomach, his back and shoulders, his arms and then his legs before finally his face softened with dark brown fur all over it.

Xaie slowly pulled his cock out of Zach's muzzle and Zach stumbled back. His shirt began to tear as his chest widened and his shoulders thickened, the purple splitting half way down to his nipple, his lower stomach exposed beneath the midriff because his torso had grown. Zach stood in a state of confusion as to why he had been running. He felt so good, so manly, so complete... and then he felt a nose pushing between his ass cheeks. Zach turned, glancing over his shoulder. Marco had followed him across the entire bar and nuzzled his furry cheeks when he found them. Zach licked his lips slowly before he reached down and he gave his huge donkey cock a stroke.

"HAWWW! HEE HAWWW!" Marco brayed, turning around before hiking his tail up, his way of begging Zach to fill him.

"HEEHAWW!" Zach brayed back, unable to resist anymore. He walked forward, bringing the wide head of his cock to Marco's entrance before he began to push in. The muscles flared wide before Zach got in, his shaft impaling the feral donkey. Marco braced against the flashing dance floor, pushing his hips back. Zach started sliding back and forth, picking up speed and force inside Marco. It took a few thrusts before he got really good at it, but soon he was moving like a blur.

Every so often Zach would experiment with his angle, increasing the friction and sensation. Once he caught Marco's prostate through the walls of his insides, the donkey brayed loud enough to shake glass and nearly collapsed. Feeling that reaction, Zach focused on that portion and kept ramming it eagerly, faster and harder. Before long Marco was braying wildly, his head skyward as his balls tugged up and his cock began spraying thick torrents of donkey seed like a fire hose. Zach lifted his own donkey head toward the ceiling, letting out a bray as he felt his orgasm hit him.

Zach's balls tugged up closer to his body, his cock and ass pulsed and soon his cock unleashed its flurry of thick cum into his donkey roommate. Marco's ass tightened and released, milking Zach's seed deeper into his body. The orgasm for both lasted a minute, then two, then three. It was the longest surge of pleasure any of them had ever experienced before suddenly Marco collapsed, landing on the dance floor in a pool of his own seed, Zach landing on the back of him, completely exhausted.

As the two collapsed in sexual exhaustion, the world spun around them and the music seemed further away, the colors flashing out of sync, not matched up to the floor anymore. It was as if reality itself was unraveling before their eyes rolled into the back of their heads and they passed out cold. The last thing they could hear before they completely passed out were the brays of donkeys all around them in a very similar predicament.

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A deep throbbing filled Zach's head like the worst hangover of his entire life... but other than that pain, he felt fantastic. So warm and cozy and content and... and his cock was in something. His arms were around something. Slowly Zach opened his eyes, not finding his own bed as he expected but a queen sized one covered in red sheets. He looked around, realizing he was naked... and Marco was in front of him. It was Marco that Zach's cock was inside. Confused and startled, Zach started to pull out of Marco, eliciting a whimper.

"No, don't go, stay with me lover." Marco said, clenching his ass tight. Zach gasped as the muscles assaulted his sensitive cock before he decided not to make Marco sad and stay inside. He reached down over Marco's hip and found his partner's cock. Figuring it only fair, he started to fondle it, at least until he felt a hard median ring beneath his fingers. Ever so slowly he lifted his head, peering over Marco's shoulder.

"Oh my god, you have a donkey dick..." Zach whispered.

"So do you, that's why I didn't want you to take it out, feels too good." Marco purred. Zach went stock still, afraid to move, confused and horny at the same time. The door clicked and a figure started entering. Zach frantically grabbed a sheet and pulled it over the two of them before realizing the intruding figure was Colton from the tobacco bar, dressed in an orange shirt and black cargo pants.

"Ah, good, you're up. Marco here woke up a bit ahead of you and I already explained things to him." Colton said.

"What's going on... What happened last night, it wasn't a dream?" Zach whispered softly. Colton shook his head.

"No, I'm afraid not. When you entered here you forfeited your rights to being human... but you won't regret it. You're something far better now, a weredonkey like me and my lover and all the other patrons here. Now, I know you came here expecting one night of pleasure, but what if it was pleasure for every night for the rest of your life? I'm offering you a job to work here as an employee. Free room and board and all the cigars you can smoke..." Colton said.

"You'd do that?" Zach asked gently. Colton nodded.

"I've made a habit of looking out for the people I've changed and it's brought nothing but good luck and fortune to me." Colton explained.

"What about Marco?" Zach asked.

"He said he'd abide by whatever you said." Colton said. Zach turned, looking at his roommate.

"Is that true?" he asked. Marco smiled and nodded.

"I never want to be without you... I had a feeling you were an amazing guy, that's why I tried to bring out the man in you, but it worked better than I could have expected. Now I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, whether as a donkey or as I am now." Marco said. Zach had to admit, it was touching... and other than being afraid for what he was becoming, he had a fantastic night...

"So what's it going to be Zach? One night of pleasure, or the rest of your life?" Colton asked. Zach looked at Marco before looking back, taking a deep breath.

"The rest of our lives." He replied.