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The Good Life

Two years after leaving on a riverboat to seek his fortune, Matt Holmes was back in the town of Briggston, without a penny more than he had left with. This was not to say that he hadn't made a dime or two on his travels, but rather that for every dollar he made, fate had conned him out of one, leaving him with little more than his worn pair of overalls and a heavy suspicion of anyone well-to-do. He chewed on a stalk of wheat, unkempt dishwater blonde hair fanning out under his straw hat as his bare feet padded along the worn dirt roads, the farms outside of the town looking exactly like they had when he'd left them.

He strolled past the old pastures down by the river, remembering his childhood as he looked around him. Back then he'd won everything from marbles to fistfights. That didn't help him much when it came to dealing with city folk though. Then again, back in the day it was pretty rare for him to be out causing mischief by himself. His partner in crime had always been John Brandish, the youngest son from a small farm up the way. John was generally a straight laced boy, but with enough poking and prodding, he was every bit the rascal that Matt had been, and they had made quite the name for themselves . . .

The last few years that Matt had spent in town were rough. He never really had anyone to look after him other than the paradoxical figure of his drunkenly puritanical aunt, and as he got older, people were much less tolerant of a mischievous teen then they were of some bright eyed little boy. As Matt had gotten into more and more trouble, accused of stealing, libel, slander, and various other forms of villainy, John had started attending their little podunk school almost religiously, helping Miss Sutpen teach the youngsters while studying to get into some big city-slicker college.

Matt would never understand the appeal of the big city to people. Those were places where you'd never have any idea of who was around you, and they'd just as soon toss you behind bars as look at you. The only reason that he could figure people would go there was money, but as he'd learned, you lost as much of it as you earned just by being there. And anyways, who needed money . . .? He kicked a pebble into an empty paddock as he walked on. You could make a life out in the country just off of good will and whatever came your way, and that was just about as fine as life could be, Matt figured.

His eyes followed the stone he'd kicked into a pasture surrounded by a simple split log fence. There were two jackasses inside which wasn't unusual, but as he looked closer his face screwed up in puzzlement. They were both very obviously not geldings, and the brown one of them was snuffling around under the other gray one, dark nose huffing as both of their equine members stiffened and shook, the upper one hee-hawing as he looked towards Matt with his unashamed dark animal eyes.

Picking up a fist sized rock from the side of the road, Matt tossed it at the aberrant donkeys as one of them pushed its forelegs up onto the haunches of the other. He'd had quite a lot of experience tossing stones, and this one hit the horny beast of burden solidly on the flank as it squealed and pulled back, both of the pair's ears flicking as they seemed to glare at him, retreating back up to a sloping hill under a little copse of ash trees.

Matt just laughed. Served them right, acting all unnatural like. He vaguely remembered that the animals in this particular pasture had always been a little off . . . They used to fish over there by the river and could recall hearing all kind of unnatural sounds from around these parts. Watching them run off, he continued on towards the town, whistling to himself as he thought about all the stories that he could tell, even if he couldn't really say who was going to listen to them.

Although he he knew that there wasn't going to be any kind of parade, it was still disappointing to find the only street of the one horse town all but deserted. Admittedly, it was the middle of the day, but it seemed to hot too be working on a fine summer morning such as this one. As he paced past the closed doors of Jack's General Goods, now boarded up with a closed sign, he finally heard voices, an old encouraging tone and the murmuring of schoolchildren. Matt had never been much for schooling, but his mouth split open into a wide grin as he stepped into the open schoolhouse and saw none other than John Brandish teaching the kids, dressed to the nines with a pressed white shirt, linen slacks, and even a simple bolo tie.

"As I live and breathe." Matt crowed, the fifteen youngsters looking up confusedly from their slates. "They've still got you stuck in a classroom?" He slapped his leg before striding up and giving his shocked old friend a hug, nearly lifting the somewhat larger man off of his feet.

"Matt! I was wondering if you'd ever come back around these parts." John's green eyes sparkled under his combed brown hair as he patted his old partner in crime on the back. "I expect you've found your fortune by now?"

"I might be none the richer, but I'd say I got a bit wiser. Wasn't you supposed to be in the big city by now?" Matt was obviously pleased that this was not the case as he picked up a piece of chalk from under the blackboard absentmindedly.

"I will be . . ." John snatched the chalk from Matt's hand. "Coming this fall. Miss Sutpen taught me everything I needed. I may have had to take the entrance exam twice, but I made it." John looked back towards the students of his summer school before regaining his composure. "Anyways. I can come see you after class is over. I'll tell you all about it."

"Aww, come on." Matt put a hand on his shoulder, beaming blue eyes looking out from under his straw hat. "You're the teacher now, ain't cha? You can end class whenever you like. It's just summer school . . ."

"I'm covering the class for Miss Sutpen while she's out visiting her family, Matt . . ." John's smile turned neutral as he shrugged. "I've got responsibilities now." He placed the chalk back at the base of the blackboard apologetically.

"But we're like two peas in a pod. You haven't seen me in two years, John Brandish." A note of accusation crept into his voice.

"Look, Matt . . . It's been two years, it can wait another few hours . . ." John began.

"That's a bunch of codswallop, and you know it." Matt spat as the children in the front row gasped. "This whole city college business has just gone to your head. But you ain't really a city slicker, John Brandish. You're a country boy, just like me." He patted his chest as his voice grew louder.

"Matt Holmes . . ." John began, ire raising in his voice before he paused, sighting as he seemed to deflate slightly. "Look, the world moved on without you, friend. I took the last few years and I've made something of myself. We ain't . . . We're not kids anymore, Matt. I've got responsibilities."

"You sound exactly like any other rube who packed up and moved to the city. I thought we was friends, John Brandish, but you ain't nothing but a backstabbing, two timing, no good, goddamned, yellow bellied, city slicker." Mett's face was pulled back in a mix of emotion as tears beaded in the corners of his sky blue eyes, the children all taken back by the sudden string of odd profanity. "Maybe I ain't never should have come back." He turned, bare feet patting as he ran out the door.

"Matt, wait . . ." John began, one polished shoe raising up and then tapping back to the wooden floor as he didn't chase after his old friend.

The little pigtailed girl in the front row raised her hand. "Teacher, he said a swear!"

"Yup." John paused, rubbing his clean shaven chin as he sighed. "That's Matt alright . . ."

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Matt just ran for awhile, feeling like if he stopped he was going to take the whole town apart board by board. He gritted his teeth, feet slapping against the earth as he got away from the squat little buildings of the town and back on the country road that he had come in on. Being around people just didn't seem like it was ever going to be worth it. Everyone just wanted to waste their lives and move to the city, to forget about the farms and country they grew up in.

Matt wasn't having it. His breath burned in his lungs as he kept running, hat flying off as his sandy colored hair rustled in the breeze. It made him mad enough to see sparks as he ran past the fences down by the river. No one seemed to remember the good old days. He just wanted to keep living in that golden time when the world was full of goodwill and opportunity, but no one else seemed to even remember those days.

Well those people could all go fall off a cliff as far as Matt was concerned. He was going to stay out of the city for as long as the country existed. By this point he was raggedly panting, gasping for breath as he slowed to a halt by the edge of the river next to a split log fence. He fell back with a dejected thump, leaning against an old droopy willow near the bank, just next to the edge of a pasture. Looking out over the water, he rubbed his face with his hands, sighing and leaning against the smooth trunk, eyes slowly closing as he breathed in the country air, smelling the grass, trees, and nearby fields as he drifted off into troubled sleep.

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Matt found himself on a huge raft of logs lashed together with twine, rocking on the turbulent water as he floated downriver. The creaking mass of logs seemed to buck under his feet, wood rubbing against wood as he looked up to the towering edifice of industry that his barge was drifting towards. There were belts and cogs laid out and spinning wildly, like an entire machine laid out across the river, a mechanical mill with a maw that loomed inescapably in front of him.

It was then that he noticed the rest of the ships around him, in every size and shape, but each only carrying one person. None of their passengers seemed distressed in the least as they were sucked into the turbulent inner workings of the massive insatiable machine, black smoke belching as the keening noise of a mill's saw ripping through wood shook the air.

Matt called out to them as his own ship began to rock, lashed logs grinding against each other, heeing and hawing as his shouts were drowned out by the looming maw of replaceable parts. The deck was rocking faster and faster, the other ships being sucked into a great oily vortex. As he looked to the side there was a glimmer of color on the banks: green grass, blue skies, and easy living. He moved to the precipice of his ship, frothing water boiling at the edge of the crumbling logs, but after another look at the gnashing mouth of the megalithic device that threatened to consume him, he turned and jumped, feeling time slow down as he saw the waves frothing below.

The water lapped against his face in splashing warm rivulets, reassuring and oddly musky as the ship's groaning and hawing got louder and louder, rising with climactic screeches . . .

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Matt gasped, leaning forwards away from the tree, squinting his eyes shut as another thick wave of slippery warmth slopped over his face. The squealing of the raft continued, though more raw and animal as he wiped the thick warm slop from his face, blinking through the cooling white splattered there as he looked up with the hazy confusion left over from the horrific dream. The two donkey's were there just next to him, one propped up with its forelegs over the top rung of the fence. The other was mounting it from behind, grasping with the sides of his forelegs, slamming in hard and fast as they both brayed out the broken sounds of equine lust. The lower animal's thick cock flared and jolted out splatters of potent musky seed with enough remaining force to spatter over Matt's chest and legs.

Scrabbling back against the tree, Matt sputtered in disbelief, heart racing as he swore in disgust, wiping the opalescent animal cum from his face and spitting repeatedly. He could taste it, musk seemingly impossible to wipe off of his tongue, and his lips didn't quite feel right, the flesh loose and rubbery, twitching under his fingertips. The warm fuzzy feeling of sleep didn't fade despite his anger, instead, heat began to bubble up inside of him like a prickly seltzer.

What were these fucking freaks of nature doing? It seemed like the whole world was against Matt as he stood up shakily. The grayish donkey dismounted, a dribble of cum leaking from the brown one's ass as they both looked at him with their placid deep animal eyes, a hint of mirth twinkling in the inky depths. Matt balled his hands into fists and shook his head, taking a step forwards as his ears twitched irritably atop his head.

Matt stopped. Something wasn't right.

He moved a hand up his neck slowly, confusion replaced with unbelieving dread as his fingers encountered coarse fur just above his neck. His eyes crossed as his hands ran over the still damp sides of his now furry head, seeing something in the bottom of his vision, his hands running over the growing top of his face as it creaked out haltingly, his teeth feeling flat and far too large for his mouth. Matt's forwards momentum stopped as he bumped into the fence distractedly. This wasn't possible . . . One hand felt at the top of his head, his hair having mostly receded into light brown animal fur save for a bristly blonde mane that began to trickle down his neck as his longer furry ears flicked automatically against his probing hand.

Panting, he caught himself as he fell against the split wooden beam, still blue eyes wide as he started down at the ground, his vision swimming as his heart hammered away. His tongue felt hot and heavy in his mouth as that salty musk just wouldn't leave his pallet, cloying animal odor surrounding him as his widening nostrils huffed in almost automatically. This couldn't be real. He was sure he was still dreaming. But that smell . . . that taste . . . They wove together to form something greater in his confused mind as he panted, heat rising in his chest as the crotch of his overalls began to bulge conspicuously.

Something nuzzled against his head as his mind raced and his eyes half closed as he moaned out, feeling velvety lips nibble at his mane and warm hay scented breath puff over his ears. It took him a second to realize that it was the gray donkey rubbing its muzzle against him from one side as he pushed himself up, trying to wave it away, turning the other way and opening his eyes to find that he was face to face with the brown donkey that leaned over the fence, wide animal lips pressed in against his own as the creature's tongue squeezed forwards against his half-formed muzzle.

Matt pulled his head back, but the creature pushed forwards with its powerful neck, tongue suddenly swabbing around inside of his open mouth as his shouts were muffled. It was so utterly confounding, the act so alien and so wrong, but oddly rewarding on an almost instinctual level, the donkey's tongue filling his mouth and sloppily lapping over his teeth as they creaked and grew flatter and more equine. His cock throbbed with a level of need that he had never even considered, rubbing against his drawers as he couldn't help himself, mind still fogged in a dreamlike haze. Wrapping his fingers around the beast's furry muzzle, he leaned into the odd kiss as his own face pressed forwards, nostrils pushing out the the ends of his forming animal snout as they huffed in the rich male scent in the air.

The gray donkey nickered, flexible lips teasing at his neck in encouragement as Matt began to give into the indescribable animal allure. Both of the animal's thick pusling dark-skinned shafts bobbed below them as they encouraged the lost human to give into his building urges. As he made out distractedly with the lusty brown equine, the gray animal coaxed his bright hay colored mane down between his shoulders as his neck began to thicken. The ashen animal's huffing wide muzzle pulled back and then pressed under the top rung of the fence, sniffing at the crotch of Matt's straining denim overalls before nuzzling and sloppily licking at the material, making the man moan into the brown donkey's mouth as the denim became dark on the outside from donkey spittle and his now copiously leaking, wildly straining cock that pulsed needfully at the butting sensual contact.

His clothes felt tighter and tighter as the two donkey's both pulled back, leaving him panting and stunned. Now wide tongue licking over his thick equine lips, Matt's blue eyes watched them as they whickered and brushed their smooth muscular bodies against each other, looking over at him and batting their somewhat ropey tails enticingly, heavy balls tensing as their throbbing animal erections strained under them. The man wanted to be in there, next to the two sexy studs that encouraged him to come join them, to let his worries slip away and just enjoy life as it came . . . Realizing that the fence was the only thing keeping them apart, he leaned down and slipped through the rungs, bare feet padding through the green grass as the two animals seemed to smile at him with irresistible encouragement.

The stood facing each other, large heads rubbing against their strong flanks, nickering and hawing as if inviting him to join in. He shook his head, finding his feet walking forwards next to them, suddenly awestruck at their beauty as he ran his hands over the gray donkey's glossy chest, Matt's animal nostrils flaring as he stroked the bristly fur under his fingers. Hands reaching lower, they traced down the sultry beast's muscular front legs as it nickered out its blessings to him, ending up at the smooth hard enamel of his hooves, looking under the animal and seeing its flared throbbing member drip down a dribble of musky pre onto the ground below. Matt's wide equine tongue licked out over his flexible lips almost inadvertently as the brown donkey tousled his mane, coaxing him to rise up.

The chestnut animal's muzzle sniffed and nibbled at the ashy donkey's glorious flanks, urging Matt to join him, fingertips dragging through the prickly fur as he felt the thick skin twitch in pleased contractions. The man hardly noticed his nails darkening, becoming thick and heavy as he stroked his way down towards the lovely animal's stone colored hindquarters. His ears twitched as he felt the powerful muscles tense in the beast's shapely rump, eager tail flicking against him, his cock straining even tighter against his now itchy uncomfortable clothes as the brown muzzle nudged his hands away like it was instructing him to watch.

It was tantalizingly beautiful, watching the beast's talented lips and slick tongue caress the other beast's haunches. He absentmindedly fiddled with the buttons of his overalls, hard enamel of his nails clicking against them before finally just shrugging the straps over his shoulders as he watched, mesmerized by the lusty display. The earth colored animal's eyes fixed on him purposely as the gray donkey's dark haired tail flickered about excitedly. It switched its gaze forwards as it nuzzled in under the other beast's tail, velvety nostrils puffing out against the thick dark-skinned raised equine pucker there. Matt could almost smell the heavenly musk himself as his eyes followed, completely transfixed as one of his hands slowly reached down his now loosened overalls, stroking the bulging flesh of his cock.

With tortuously slow purpose, the chestnut donkey huffed at the his partner's heavy dark testicles, tongue sliding out as he lapped up the loose twitching taint in one long stroke. Matt moaned as he watched that slippery pink muscle grind over the raised edges of the other donkey's asshole, making the sensitive orifice quiver as the tail raised, wispy hairs past the base ticking over the other animal's heavy eyelashes. Matt's hand pumped underneath his overalls as he stared, licking his equine lips slowly. The pleasure from touching his cock was lessening, but he simply couldn't look away. The stone colored donkey hawed in need as its companion teased his plump hole, hooves pawing at the ground as he tossed his head, anus straining.

Matt found that he was having trouble grabbing at the top of his suspenders, other hand still rubbing between his legs awkwardly as the chestnut colored donkey bobbed his head, seeming to invite him forwards. He let go of his overalls, letting them slide to the ground as he stepped forwards, eyes transfixed on the well hung gray donkey's plump hindquarters. The mischievous brown beast whickered in encouragement as Matt leaned in, equine nostrils flaring as he took in the musky odor of the donkey's pendulous orbs, loose flesh twitching under his velveteen huffing. He raised up his arms, planting his hands on either side of the braying donkey's ass, eyes going wide as he saw not splayed fingers, but solid dark hooves that became smoother and smoother, his bones creaking and realigning as his hands continued to change.

He should have been horrified, but with the huffing praise of the brown donkey, it was actually . . . strong, glossy, alluring . . . something to be proud of. His dark glossy hooves dimpled the flesh of the gray one's shapely ass as he leaned in and sniffed hungrily. That heady aroma was just making him harder and harder, his pulsing shaft poking up out of his drawers as he lapped at the nickering animal's taint, following the pattern of what he had seen the other animal do with youthful unabashed enthusiasm.

The chocolate colored donkey huffed and nibbled down Matt's braced arms, feeling the muscles bulge as his bones began to creak out longer, thickening hide covered in a dusting of light earthy fur. His tail swung about happily as he saw the new colt burying his face in the ass of his partner. Licking up under the changing man's armpits, the brown donkey coaxed the equine flesh and fur further as Matt's chest began to bulge, muscles tense and straining as they were bathed in affection by the cheerful loam colored donkey, his breaths coming in deeper and fuller as his chest began to barrel out, mind subsumed by the earthy delicious musk.

Matt simply couldn't help himself as his nostrils flared and he sniffed out between the sides of the gray furred rear, letting his tongue slide and press against the plump ring of muscle that quivered and tensed under his ministrations, the gray donkey shifting his weight in anticipation. The ashen beast shook his head and hawed, tail raised and tugging his tight anus this way and that as Matt ground forwards with a powerful wet sloppy surge, wide slippery tongue sinking into the donkey's ass with a wet squelch. The animal clenched and squeezed around his thick pink lapping muscle as Matt rasped around his balmy insides, ears pushed forwards in eagerness as the gray donkey's draping tail batted against his lashes while Matt's eyes faded to a deep contented brown.

The human's body was changing faster and faster as he lost himself in musky equine lust, his darker brown companion lapping down the small of his back in encouraging strokes as cinnamon fur spilled down his thickening body. He was forced to lean forwards as his spine creaked, hooves pressed hard against the gray jack's behind as his muzzle pressed tighter against his rump, tongue pumping in and out of the pliant glistening hole. The brown donkey butted its head against his buttocks playfully as they began to swell with animal muscle, tensing as his skin loosened and twitched, underwear bulging and then tearing off and fluttering to the field below as his sprouting fur gleamed in the summer sun.

The naughty creature's huffing fuzzy nostrils puffed against Matt's bared ass as he groaned out under the musky tail of the needy beast before him. The man's ears stood up as the playful animal lapped up from his balls to his anus in one long hot stroke, making his breath come in shivering pants as the firm slick pressure returned again and again, a little harder each time. His spine creaked while his hips shifted into a more equine alignment, flesh bulging as the brown jack licked up past his twinging asshole, coaxing out the twitching nub of a growing tail. With every steamy lap against Matt's ass, his pucker swelled, skin darkening as the sensations seemed to multiply a hundred fold, his anus swelling out plump and raised just like the clenching star of flesh that he sank his own needfully questing tongue into.

As his rear swelled, his legs began to strain, heels lifting up as his nails darkened, digits fusing slowly into dark enameled hooves, braced under his increasing weight. His tendons strained, asshole quivering as the chestnut donkey teased his pucker just enough to make him pine for something more. As his behind was teased, his tail blossomed into wispy dark hair about halfway down its otherwise smooth length, twitching this way and that as his rear legs strained back, heavy animal rump bulging with equine strength as the brown jack teased him, nibbling at the thick loose flesh of his pendulously swelling balls.

With the two animals sandwiching him, Matt felt wondrous contentment seep into his mind like a syrupy panacea. His body was almost entirely animal, though still slightly smaller than his mentors. The gray's grunts and clenching squeezes drove him to lick and pump harder as the brown huffed and nibbled at Matt's own tensing hindquarters, his new tail swishing gleefully.

Feeling the weight of the gray shifting under him, Matt gave that dark tight orifice a few last desperate laps before the haunches pulled out from under his equine limbs. Although he tried to stand upright, he fell forwards, hooves making contact with the ground as he shook his head, ears flopping around as he tested his new balance. The idea of walking upright seemed absurd . . . He took a few tentative steps, quickly turning into trotting and then outright frolicking as the two other donkeys gazed down at the coltish addition to their herd beatifically. Their arousal still painfully obvious, they had other plans than just spectating though . . .

The brown sniffed at the dust colored donkey's glistening ass, nuzzling against the well-prepped equine tailhole before pushing himself forwards, sliding on top of the needy gray beast's back and grasping in at his haunches with the sides of his forelegs. Matt's ears perked up, and he turned just as the chestnut donkey thrust forwards, flared tip of his magnificent throbbing cock spreading the plump anus of the gray wide as they both brayed out in animal bliss. The ashen creature's dark cock bobbed and slapped against his furry underside as the force of his companion's thrust's rocked his animal frame, girthy rod sinking deep inside of his needy depths in a mere handful of savage thrusts.

Matt's jovial frolicking stopped as he heard their passionate braying, his attention completely fixed on their beautiful mating as he trotted closer, curiosity piqued. His own cock wobbled below him, not yet fully animal, the base a blend of pink and blotchy darkness, but still driving him wild as it swung up against his belly fur. He sniffed at the brown animal's tensed hind legs, nuzzling at his haunches before rubbing his light dry earth colored flanks against the hawing gray donkey receiving such a blissful pounding.

The new donkey was jealous, his own tight pucker tensing as he listened to their wild grunts and braying. The preoccupied gray animal tossed his head distractedly, prompting Matt to look down, the coltish animal's nostrils flaring as he saw a glistening string of clear pre dripping from the gray's bobbing cock, velveteen nostrils flaring, taking in that hypnotically piquant musk. He wanted to get closer to it, to please his new fathers who had brought him so very far.

He approached the front of the braced ashy animal, pressing under his front legs, Matt's hooves folding back as he bowed, thick equine neck straining forwards before the flared tip of the thick dark cock slapped against his huffing muzzle. Blunt nose sniffing, the new jack's flexible lips grasped at the wide flare that bobbed in his vision, making the gray beast shudder, pendulous testes tightening as his body shook in pleasure from the thrusts sinking deeper and deeper inside of him. Matt's tongue lapped out hungrily, string of thick musky pre dribbling from the edge of his mouth as he slathered the flat wide tip in amorous licks and nibbles, the taste lighting up his mouth as he also drank in the unrelentingly musky scent of animal maleness.

The two fucking beasts rocked into each other as their protegee opened his muzzle and took the gray's thick cock into the balmy confines of his maw, dark eyes widening as the donkey's hips slammed forwards and drove the hot throbbing length deep into his gullet. He wheezed, throat clenching as the shaft ground inside of him, his rear hooves pawing at the earth as the two animals above him both hawed, bodies tensing as the brown creature slammed forwards one last time.

Matt's equine cheeks bulged as he felt the turgid member arc up in his muzzle, flare bulging before it jerked and pumped out hot surges of animal essence down his throat. The taste was an immaculate mix of raw salty passion and an earthy smooth reek that made the new donkey groan out around the thick shaft, strings of pearlescent whiteness leaking from the corners of his muzzle while the gray donkey continued to thrust into him. As the thick liquid maleness cascaded down his throat, his own cock bulged and swelled out, skin darkening, tip flaring out wide as it flopped up against his chest insistently. The ashen beast's ass clenched and writhed around his partner's shaft as his new companion eagerly sucked him dry, all of them rocking and shaking as one.

The earthy furred jack finally pulled back, cock sliding out of the gray's abused hole that slowly twinged shut after it. Matt stood up fully on his hooves and approached his mentors as they nuzzled against him, licking and cleaning the fragrant jizzum from his wide animal face with nickering praise. The new donkey stood huffing and exhausted as the others pulled away, snuffling at each other, but instead of trotting away, they both teased the other, muzzles huffing and licking against their musky cocks and used asses, sliding along spent lengths until they were both rock hard and needy once again before they approached their newest herdmate, nuzzling against him while hawing, sniffing at his still unspent equine maleness as he shifted his weight from hoof to hoof needfully.

Matt's breaths came out in ragged panting huffs as they walked around him, lapping at his plump tailhole and teasingly nosing at his throbbing cock with their velvet muzzles, making him tense and leak out a copious drooling stream of pre from his throbbing dark flared tip. Braying out needfully, Matt's tail swished from side to side as the gray jack's lips grasped at his heavy tense balls before his thick pink tongue lapped over his tight coltish ass.

The new jack's heart rose up in his chest as he felt the larger gray male mount him in one fluid movement, heavy weight resting on his strong haunches as he positioned himself. Hoofed forelimbs grasped at his sides as the encouraging beast brayed and slid forwards, wide cockhead straining against the new donkey's plump animal asshole. Matt's breathing stopped as his dark eyes shot open and rolled, whites showing in the corners as that thick heavy shaft forced open his asshole, sinking deep inside of his needfully sweltering insides with an initial twinge of pain that was followed by a tsunami of uncontrollable pleasure.

He bellowed out in screechingly loud animal pleasure as his mentor rode him, thick dark dick sinking deeper and deeper inside of his wrenching equine anus. The chestnut jack snuffed about under him from the side, huffing and nibbling at his bobbing shaft and heavy tensing balls as the other's thrusts rocked the once human's now sturdy animal frame. It was absolute bliss as all of his worries bubbled out of his mind, replaced by an effervescent lust more fitted to the randy animal that he had become.

The slate jack's flared cock scraped and pounded against something inside of him that made the new animal's cock pulse up and leak as it batted against his belly, urged on by the nibbling lips of his brown furred father as his ears began to pull back and flicker forwards just trying to deal with the sheer pleasure of his situation. There was no room for thinking about the future or worrying over the past as he braced himself, the loving gray beast on top of him tenderly slamming into him again and again until his heavy equine testes slapped against Matt's own, making the young donkey baww out in a halting wordless ululation of desire.

The great gray animal's forelegs pulled tighter against his haunches, his heavy hips thrusting forwards fully into the younger male's ass while he brayed out and his cock began to throb, jerking and pulling up in the colt's torrid insides before he came in a sudden explosion of thick hot masculine essence. Matt's head pulled back as he gasped before braying out, his own thick cock jerking, tugging at the chestnut jack's probing lips, balls clenching and churning before he erupted, white hot seed splattering out against the muzzle that lapped at him and dripping on the the grass below in hot odoriferous dollops.

He continued to come, shoving himself back against the other male as his straining ass quivered and clenched in time with his own climaxes, every muscle going taut under his glossy coat as he milked that hot pulsing rod lodged inside of him for every last halting splash of molten essence. Worries flowed out of him in great white gouts as he was filled with lusty animal contentment, completely happy as he brayed and came like a simple horny insatiable beast.

Groaning, the new jack felt the gray stud pull back off of him, huge flare sliding out of him with an audible sloppy pop as he clenched wistfully behind it. All three of them stood with their muzzles together as they helped clean off the snout of the brown donkey, tasting the rich eager virility of the new member of their group. They all knew each other completely, inside and out, no secrets between them as they huffed and nickered, tails swaying happily.

The group grazed about in the clearing, enjoying the sunshine for a moment of relaxation as the new colt whisked about, rolling in the grass hawing happily, simply happy to be alive next to such perfect creatures as his adoptive fathers.

The lull didn't last long however, as soon the chestnut jack was nosing about against Matt's rear, the new donkey's dark eyes going half lidded as he let loose a groaning rumble of contentment, loose heavy cock beginning to dangle between his stout legs as he lost himself in another bout of heady equine fantasia.

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If there was one thing that Matt had never understood, it was how to change. The times may have moved on, but that boy would never be anything but hopelessly himself. It wasn't to say that he wasn't clever: he could read folks like a book if he wanted to, but he'd never really learn from it . . . Not in any way that the rest of the world could appreciate at least.

John watched as the children funneled out of the schoolhouse, tugging the leather bolo tie off of his stark white shirt as he sighed. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see his old friend again . . . It was simply that he had a life now, things that he couldn't simply toss away to escape to the hills and dales of their youth. His polished black shoes planted on the dusty ground as he locked the door behind him. He looked one way down the road towards his house before turning around with a determined grumble. If Matt never changed, he at least had a good idea of where to find him.

It was just like back when they were kids. Matt's aunt would toss him around for skipping out on school, and then he'd escape and head towards the river almost like clockwork. John could almost see him, hanging around the shore, sometimes fishing, sometimes just lying there and looking up at the sky, more at home lazing about on the banks than he ever was in his actual house.

Running a hand through his thick brown hair, John walked down the road, squinting against the afternoon sun as he ran his palm over his stubbly chin. Maybe they'd just gotten off on the wrong foot . . . He knew Matt could be a little temperamental, and it may have been better if he'd broken the news in a better way. Overall, he really just wanted to talk to him, see what he'd been up to, how he was holding together after two years away from his home . . . or at least from his old friend.

John walked out of town, headed to where the old farms were, mostly abandoned at this point, but still oddly picturesque, fields of green surrounded by simple fences. Eventually, that old bent willow loomed on the horizon, light glinting off rustling leaves as he neared it, shouting Matt's name as he looked around for his prodigal friend. The only thing that responded though was a group of donkeys that were far away in the paddock, their ears all twitching as he called out for Matt.

He was about to look on towards the next likely spot when something caught his eye, contrasting with the green of the pasture next to the old bent tree. There was a patch of blue, and as he stepped through the fence and hurried over, they turned out to be a discarded pair of overalls, worn brass buttons looking just like the ones Matt always wore. He must have just gone swimming, like they had back in the day. John laughed, he was just so predictable . . . John himself couldn't remember the last time he'd been swimming, or just been out for a walk really. There was just too much to do these days, and it wasn't like dozing about in the country was going to get him anywhere in life.

As he looked towards the river though, he saw shreds of white linen, Matt's shirt and drawers all torn to tatters lying in the grass. Reaching down to pick them up, he shook his hand and turned his head to the side in disgust. It was all wet and sticky . . . and it smelled funny . . . This didn't seem like Matt at all. He wasn't one to go around tearing up a good shirt just because he was all steamed up about something . . . John called his name again, brow furrowing worriedly as his nose sniffed in at that odd dark scent, distracting him from the approaching hoofbeats.

He turned just in time for a cinnamon colored furry missile to bowl him over, one of the jackasses from the fields stepping over him as he fell back, arms pinwheeling as he swore. That musky smell increased tenfold as the incorrigibly curious equine pushed in and huffed against his face, fuzzy nostrils brushing up against him as its thick lips wriggled against his cheek.

"Hey, get off of me you . . . Ullgk!" He was interrupted as the frisky beast lapped out against his lips, forcing inside of his mouth as he sputtered and pulled back. The relentlessly affectionate animal just panted out a guttural equine huff and stepped closer with insatiable eagerness.

John tried to roll to the side, pulling back and shielding his face as his shoulder thumped into the sturdy leg of another donkey, gray furred face looking down at him with a placid stare, ears flickering as it watched the energetic light maned one lick at his chin hungrily, neck craning forwards despite John's protests. That odd cloying animal scent hung heavy in the air, and although he couldn't really focus on it as he tried to push the younger donkey off of him, it started to make his pulse accelerate and his pants feel tighter as dark fuzz began to sprout unseen on his lips and cheeks where the coltish beast was licking at his face.

Trying desperately to scoot backwards was ineffective as the frisky beast simply kept pushing itself closer over him. There was something vaguely familiar to him about the animal's insistent eagerness that made him feel bad as he swore and cuffed it in the muzzle ineffectually. The third donkey that he had seen earlier approached from the other side, leaning down and nuzzling against his hips inquisitively, bumping the shameful bulge of his forming erection through the thin fabric of his dress slacks. Such refined material didn't stand a chance as the impossibly driven animal grasped his woven belt in its teeth and yanked, straining for a second before it chewed through the leather, and his trousers ripped down the seams, torn away from his stunned body along with his white briefs.

His situation was impossible to understand. None of the oddly amorous equines were hurting him, but he couldn't wrap his mind around why . . . It just seemed impossible. An occasional chuckle mixed itself in with his grunting exertions, as it was getting hard to stay angry rather than just overwhelmed. The coltish animal pulled back, licking its furry flexible lips as it looked behind him, one ear flopping to the side. John followed the animal's gaze as a shadow passed over his head, the rump of the grey jack descending over him as his eyes widened and he shouted, cries immediately muffled as the beast's rounded ass forced his head down against the ground.

Screwing up his face, John tried to hold his breath, but all too soon his widening nostrils sucked in a deep breath of musky air. His struggles rubbed his face between the animal's gray furred buttocks as its tail swished against his shirt and the colt sniffed down his chest towards his now exposed cock. His hips bucked as the new donkey's thick flexible lips grasped at the head of his soft human member, making his entire body quake as he gritted his teeth and loosed a muted moan of surprised pleasure. The beast's hot wet tongue rasped over the head of his shaft, making him shout, mouth open wide as his tongue brushed against the puffy raised dark flesh of the gray jack's clenched anus, making the animal shudder and haw out a coarse squealing note of pleasure.

It was like the impossible animal liked it when he touched his slick tongue to its quivering ass . . . The thought swam around in his mind as the coltish donkey nibbled at his shaft and the dark brown one deftly tugged off his shoes with almost unnatural finesse. Did John like it though? His mind swam as he pondered the question, feeling like he should be doing something, but the sheer pleasure of his cock being teased by sloppy animal affection made it impossible to think straight.

The beast seemed to like it when he licked at that straining taut hole, that temptingly tight star of flesh, and that was good . . . to make it happy, right? Face creaking forward against the weight of the beast's haunches as he thought, John probed at the tender entrance inquisitively, a sympathetic bubbling pleasure building up in his chest as the animal shivered and whinnied on top of him, the noise praising him, encouraging him to try more, to lap out harder and harder.

The younger light brown donkey with the straw colored mane pressed its muzzle forwards, sliding over his stiff cock with engulfing heat, and his hands reached down to grab against the sides of its squat furry face. John's feet pulled up, peddling through the air in pleasure as with every suckling tug it felt like his cock was swelling larger and tighter in the familiarly eager beast's slavering maw. His toes were sniffed at by the curious chestnut jack, thick lips nibbling for just a second before its slick heavy tongue painted his clenched digits with equine affection, the nails darkening and swelling as his tendons strained.

John's chest heaved, glorious animal odor from the ashen jack seeping into his senses as he lapped out tentatively, teasing the edges of the plump animal pucker pressed firmly against his lips. As he licked, his mouth began to stretch, lips thickening, gaining rubbery flexibility, grasping at the hot donkey flesh as his face haltingly pressed out, flaring velveteen nostrils pulling to either side of his panting dark furred muzzle.

His feet strained out longer as the brown donkey coaxed on the forming enamel that soon joined his toes, forming glistening black caps that solidified into solid equine hooves as black prickly fur raced down his strengthening legs. The sweltering smooth insides of the young donkey's mouth felt tortuously good as they slid over his bulging cock, the overeager colt's warm breath puffing against his belly. Head of his swelling maleness tingling as it began to flatten out, his forming equine flare rubbed against the oddly recognizable animal's gullet as he rocked his hips, bumping into the animals soft muzzle as black fur began to seep down over his bare buttocks that tensed as his muscles all began to tighten and expand.

The straight laced human's inhibitions were melting away like snow on a red hot skillet as a rumble built up in his thickening throat. His equine nostrils huffed as he slipped forwards with his thickening tongue, straining against that thick musky pucker before the gray beast brayed out shamelessly from on top of him and his tongue ground into the incorrigible animal's hot clenching insides. The sensations welled up inside of him as his chest began to barrel out, straining at his shirt as he writhed, hind hooves pedaling as his thighs bulged with equine strength, his hips creaking while they began to align into a more quadrupedal formation.

Pressing in between his exposed expanding rear, the mahogany jack lapped up between his anus and balls in sloppy shameless strokes. His scrotum tightened as his orbs began to swell, pulsing with pleasure as the skin became dark and glossy. Likewise his asshole began to darken, plumping out into a thick proper equine anus, built for taking a long hard rut. The very thought made John grunt, braying out a muffled moan of pleasure as he began to pump his thick tongue into the gray's ass, squelching rhythm building as his muscular lips grasped at the base of the eagerly swishing slateish tail.

The changing man's hands found it harder and harder to stroke at the hay-maned colt's muzzle as his fingertips darkened, hard enamel spreading out and joining the digits together, bones creaking as they fused under his smooth and sexy forming hooves. They pulled up to either side of the gray jack's wriggling rump, his arms stretching out, tendons bulging under his skin as dark glossy fur cascaded down from his heavy new hooves.

His world shrank, fears of the future and regrets from the past collapsing into the sweaty writhing bliss of the present as he ground his tongue into the torrid squeezing confines of the gray's ass, squelching pace making his heart beat heavy in his swelling powerful chest as his shirt began to tear. His own cock felt like it was taking up every inch of available space in the suckling confines of his old friend's muzzle, flared tip leaking out gouts of masculine pre as it ground against the edges of the eager youth's throat. His now raised puckered asshole twinged as it wriggled, a tail haltingly creaking out, urged on by the brown donkey's coaxing nibbles, swishing this way and that against the lush green grass as his swollen testes jostled and tensed with equine need.

It felt like a plunge into a cold empty void as the three donkeys suddenly pulled back, his thick neck craning after the gray's musky rump as the beast stood and shook his tail temptingly. The light and dark brown ones shared a sloppy kiss, trading the new jack's flavor between them as the jet black donkey that had been John rolled over and shakily rose to his hooves, slick girthy dark skinned cock bobbing against his belly, thicker than his wrists had been before. His ears perked up as he saw his new companion's malenesses were turgid as well, jostling below them as they rubbed their furry bodies together and looked over him with evident satisfaction and building anticipation.

Both the gray and the larger brown jack approached him, sniffing around his new muzzle as he leaned towards them as well, new senses honed to a razor's edge as he could smell their dusky desire hanging rife in the summer air. The gray pressed into a quick kiss, licking across his large flat teeth as their rubbery lips grasped against each other, the chestnut jack nibbling at his chin before the horny beast that was John pulled back and hawwed out in blatant animal need, shaking his mane and pawing at the ground with his heavy hooves, need too great for words to describe.

The two patronly jacks nickered, almost as if they were laughing. The new glossy black donkey's ears perked up. The other youthful jack had walked behind him, hot heavy breaths sniffing at his glistening equine anus before pushing himself up, chest sliding over John's haunches as the black donkey braced himself automatically. His breaths quickened as his hide tensed and shivered, his cock pulling up underneath him as the coltish stud climbed atop him with ungraceful enthusiasm. The older pair of jacks nuzzled against his flanks, their tender movements seeming to complement their sexy new addition to the herd, rewarding him for being such a handsome slutty stud.

His breaths puffed out as he whickered, feeling the donkey that was Matt pull himself further onto him, blunt cock brushing against his rump as his tail flickered in anticipation. He reared his head back as the dusty brown beast atop him nibbled at his inky mane, forelegs squeezed in against his haunches as the enthusiastic animal's back arched, pulling his throbbing dripping cock until it rested against John's raised plump equine anus that quivered, tensing at the contact. Without any other warning, Matt slammed forwards spreading his new brother's dark star of flesh around the flared tip of his massive turgid animal length as they both brayed out in overwhelming animal ecstasy.

The feeling of that hot bulging flare scraping against his insides made John's entire body quake from his muzzle to his tail as his ass automatically clenched and writhed around the girthy member with inhuman force. Matt leaned in, nostrils huffing against his mate's back as he drove himself deeper into those torrid clenching insides that squeezed around him in needy fits. The older jacks leaned in under John, muzzles sniffing up either side of his wobbling dark skinned cock, making the new colt groan out while they both lapped out, stroking from the base to the tip in a double-sided synchronized hot stroke, coaxing out a healthy spurt of musky pre that they lapped up eagerly, flexible mouths meeting in a lusty kiss against the flared end of his pulsing need.

Matt thrust in harder and harder, so happy to bring a new member into their fold as his hazy human emotions towards his old friend were transformed into raw animal love. Soon, John rocked his heavy body back against his perfect mate with every jostling shove until their heavy balls patted together with every thrust, tense and churning, roiling with need as they both hawwed out, passionate rhythm increasing to a fever pitch.

The two jacks making out with John's cock could feel the ebon length tense and thrum as he was pounded by the impossibly eager straw-maned stud, ass stretched wide and taut around his slick pistoning length. It was simply too much to take all at once as the new black beast shook, ears folded back, head pointing straight up as his balls pulled tight against his body. Heat surged and echoed through his form as his dark eyes flew wide open, cock jerking and then jolting out a torrent of gooey hot odoriferous male spunk against the prodding velvety muzzles and hungrily lapping tongues below him while his ass clenched down like a vice in halting fitful bursts against Matt's colossal throbbing jackhood.

Matt gritted his flat teeth, forelegs gripping tight as he slammed in one last time, ponderous testicles pulling up as a rushing hot wave of pleasure rocketed through him, his cock jerking wildly inside of his mate's torrid spasmodicly clenching passage, flare expanding before he spattered out fitful waves of his own virile essence into his herdmate's ass. His lips peeled back as he squealed out in pleasure, lost in the absolute bliss of the moment as he filled his bucking friend with thick liquid hot lust.

Time seemed to slow down, making every twinge of muscle an endless euphoria of musky male passion that resonated through them, countless halting waves of liquid bliss seeping inside of the black jack and splattering out onto the grass below as the two original beasts slavered hungrily out at his pulsing shaft. The two new studs rocked together with unflagging animal strength, egging each other on to impossible heights, wringing out every last mote of pleasure from their partners in a braying fit of virile animal masculinity.

Or so they thought . . .

They both panted together, completely spent as Matt slid off of the strong back of his herdmate, cock slipping out from his tight ass that clenched at it wistfully, a thin dribble of cum seeping out as it clenched shut behind the drooping flare. But the other jacks were there almost instantaneously, huffing and nibbling, congratulating the two new colts, kindling the dull flames of passion again until they were both hard and eager, frolicking in the pasture and rubbing against each other. The black one paused behind the gray who looked back over his shoulder temptingly as the brown coated one nosed about at the cinnamon colored colt's ass and they all lost themselves in another passionate animal haze of fervent equine lovemaking.

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In the ebbing heat of the late afternoon the four donkeys all lay in the shade of a copse of ash trees. The glossy jet one was just finishing mounting his dark brown furred sire, cock aching, pulsing out its last pressured load before he slid back into a contented exhausted heap.

Matt snuggled up against the powerful body of the gray jack as they lay on the grassy field, hooves folded under themselves as the older donkey nuzzled in at the back of his head. He was perfectly content, watching the other pair of animals snuggle together as well. While the sun set, they began to nod off, completely spent from their day's activities.

For now they would rest, but Matt had a vague animal idea of what the next day held in store, and his cock began to pulse from his sheath as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, head resting on slowly rising and falling chest of the gray jack, surrounded by the loving presence of his new family.