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Becoming Donkeys

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by ItsBrookeDuh

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Matt smiled as he leaned back in the Uber car, the easy ride down to Carl's place – or at least the address that he had been given. It was a new spot for him to go, brushing his hand back through his mid-blonde hair, a little darker where it was not as sun kissed as it usually was in summer, but his pale skin did tan easily too. Kentucky… He shivered. An adventure like that was one that was worth leaning into and seeing Carl after so long would be something that would very much be the highlight of his holiday out there.

Carl, however, had only just moved back over to the States after living in Italy for some time, though Matt hoped he was not still getting settled. He'd hate to interrupt. And Carl was not alone there, the Uber cruising down the road practically out in the middle of nowhere with the sun setting over the horizon. No, he lived with his mother there, which was good because Matt didn't like the thought of him being all alone out there, so far from everyone else.

The house itself was at the edge of a large forest, the trees solemn and towering as night fell, no other houses nearby.

“Er… Thanks!"

Matt fumbled, remembering to tip the driver before grabbing his bags, the driver helping him halfway and then laughing at his over-eagerness. Matt blushed furiously and waved goodbye, though at the door was already a blonde woman who reminded him of Carl so much that she could not have possibly been mistaken for anyone else at all other than his mother.

“Hey… You must be Carl's mother! Em… Emily?" He smiled too widely, offering his hand and dropping a bag – wow, she was pretty! “It's lovely to meet you! Thank you for letting me stay!"

“Oh, don't worry about that," she said warmly, drawing him into a brief hug, though she respectfully did not prolong it. “All of Carl's friends are welcome here. Come in, come in – make yourself at home!"

And, so, he did, trying not to look too much at Carl's exceptionally pretty mother. He'd thought she was older, but, if she was, the years had been kind to her, which was not a bad thing as her hair wafted back over her shoulders, light enough to have a touch of waviness at the tips.

“Hey!"

Carl hugged him tightly, appearing as if from nowhere, grinning, words streaming over one another in their haste to come out.

“I thought you weren't coming until later?"

“Got an earlier flight!"

“It's so good to see you!"

“It's great to see you too!"

“Come in, come in, sit down!"

“I'll get my bags!"

They laughed, hardly allowing each other any time at all in which to talk, though Emily smiled warmly and squeezed her son's cheeks as if he was a little boy again.

“Oh, it is just wonderful to see you two together again!"

“Mooom!"

He blushed and pushed her off him, though there was something in Carl that said that he didn't really want to push her away. His mother laughed while he rubbed his arm, the two of them obviously related, his hair just as blonde as his, though Carl was more likely to do something silly with his hair, at his age. It wasn't as if, after all, everything had to be always prim and proper, not as smart as they had had to be back when they'd been in school.

“Don't worry, boys, I'm going to see some friends, so I won't bother you. If there's anything you need, you just have to let me know!"

That meant that they would be alone there for the evening and night, which was not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all when the two of them had so much to catch up on. His mom sat on a chair in the hallway, slipping on her heels slowly, settling them comfortably onto her feet, wiggling her toes, though they were smart, black ones with a wicked heel that she had worn many times before. Her toes wiggled again into the open front, which showed off her pretty, delicate feet, soft and well-conditioned with many creams and treatments. They were, after all, what a lady walked on every day, though Matt did not stare.

Well, not too much. Only somewhat. It was easier to keep the rise of a blush from his cheeks when his attention was not on how beautiful Carl's mother was.

Conversation flowed so easily between them that it was as if they had never been apart, though his mother seemed to want to embarrass her son just a little bit more, pointing out the baby photos that she “just hadn't gotten to hanging up on the wall yet".

“Mom, do they have to go up now?"

It was all in good fun, however, and there was nothing at all in it that was malicious, just a mother having a little fun, even if it was at her son's expense. It was the nature of their relationship and even Matt had to laugh to himself, just a little, as he brought stuff back and forth, though he only had a few bags. There was a second room upstairs for him, though the stairs were a little narrow for one of his larger bags, which Carl helped him with.

“You got a new job? That's great!" Carl said, huffing as he struggled to heft the big suitcase bag on wheels up at his end. “You were…uff…trying to get something new…"

“Yeah, it's much better!"

The conversation was light-hearted for it did not always have to be serious as they dropped his bags off in Carl's room, which was, as was normal for him, a little bit on the messy side, a games console hooked up already and on the screen.

Carl grinned.

“We'll sort the room for you later, but now… Come on, I got the new Call of Duty! It's sold out here now!"

It was the best way to rewind, slipping back into the rhythm and familiarity of their time together, working together in a virtual world while they relaxed in the physical one, the present one. It was all as it was supposed to be, though Matt could not help but tease Carl just a little bit about how messy his room was.

“Did you even tidy up first?"

“Lay off!"

Carl elbowed him in the ribs, Matt yelping and pushing him away, though the better triumph was pushing his character into the line of fire.

“Dude, that's not fair!"

But all was fair in love and war and the game could get as messy as it liked between friends. However, they did eventually have to pause to unpack somewhat, fussing over the spare room, another game and stopping to give up and just throw a sleeping bag on the floor of Carl's room. There was too much to catch up on, the house empty and to themselves.

“Hey, do you want a drink? Mom has a red wine hidden in the kitchen… I think it's a good one."

Carl grinned, though Matt rocked back on his heels, lips twisting softly.

“I don't know… That's for her, should we really be taking it?"

“Ah, go on – you know she's not going to say anything about it! Mom hardly ever drinks anyway, I'm sure it was just a present that she didn't open because, well, the whole hardly drinking thing."

Thus, it was that the two of them found themselves down in the kitchen opening the wine and fishing the glasses out of the higher cupboards. Carl had been right that they were hardly ever used as they had to clean a layer of dust off them first, but the feel of his friend's fingers brushing his as he was passed a glass… Matt blushed. He wasn't supposed to feel like that. Not when Carl had been a friend for such a long time.

It would be a shame to spoil something like that. He didn't want things to change too much between them.

But maybe some? A little?

He didn't know, grabbing at words and hurling them forth.

“Heh, you wouldn't have been a proper Italian man anyway if you didn't have a wine in the house! I think it's a requirement now!"

Carl pushed him again and, even with a glass in hand, Matt laughed and dodged, sloshing a drop of wine over the brim. The drop clung to the rim before trickling down, captured by Matt's lips as he refused to let it go to waste.

He didn't see how closely Carl was watching him, pretending to busy himself with getting out stuff for pizza, though Matt could not have honestly said that he had ever made pizza for himself before. Sure, with friends… Well, Carl was a friend, but it was not as if either one of them could honestly lead the other into making a successful meal all that easily.

Ingredients splashed and splattered the lovely, wood kitchen counters, herbs tipped over, though their laughter carried through. Carl had more of a handle on making pizza than Matt did, even as they tossed pizza dough to each other, wasting tries, spending more time on actually making the pizza (and failed attempts) than they ended up spending eating it. But it was all fun and heaven knew that the two of them and so many others needed a good dose of it, an escape from the grindstone and the reality of the day to day that the “real world" and the “working world" had said was how it went.

It was not the way of things, a more relaxed, Mediterranean lifestyle what Matt would have gone for, if it had been up to him, though he very much lamented not being able to visit Carl in Italy anymore.

“I'll have no one to go with! You'll have to come back with me!"

“I'd always come with you, you know that."

It was too serious for the situation at hand as Carl coughed and cleared his throat, drinking more wine. At some point in their pizza making escapade, they had opened a second bottle and it most certainly showed in their wobbly demeanour and flushed cheeks, laughter on soft lips.

The pizza, however, once cooked, was good, and they devoured it readily, crunching through a crisp crust to rich tomato sauce and herbs. At least what his mother had gotten into the house in terms of ingredients was good quality, for it was that that most likely made up for their rather inept pizza-making skills.

“Oops!"

Carl turned too quickly, bumping into Matt as he grabbed for him, the guys stumbling, wobbling, struggling to stay upright. Yet their hands somehow managed to grab and latch onto one another, tugging clothes to the side, Matt's shoulder half-exposed while his T-shirt was scrunched up in a hand. He gasped, Carl balancing them against the counter, though they did not let go of each other, their eyes meeting.

Blue eyes. He'd never noticed before.

“Oh… I'm sorry…"

Matt looked up, somehow on a lower level than Carl, tipped slightly back, breath caught in his throat, looking deeper and deeper into his friend's eyes. Why had he never noticed before? They were so bright and so beautiful that all he wanted to do was to keep looking, breath caught in his throat, heart hammering.

Did Carl know? Oh, how he did, though, well…maybe that was a little because he was openly bisexual. He had never really hidden it, even if it had brought him some strife, though it was Matt who had only recently come out, even to one of his very best friends. Something so terrifying was better shared with so much at stake, yet Carl could only wonder, in the meantime, what could come, what could happen, if only he was bold enough to take a leap with Matt that he had not done for too long. And never with a friend to who he was as close to as he was with Matt.

The moment stretched on, alcohol warming them through as their moans rose, tangling together on flushed faces and plump lips, though neither of them would ever know just which moved first. All they knew that was their lips were pressed together suddenly, warmth flourishing and blossoming between them as their hands found other parts of each other's bodies, roaming, dropping, sweeping down waists to hips, lower still.

“Mmm…"

They didn't have to think in the heated passion of a moment like that, not as lust built and built between them. All they knew was that they wanted each other as their shirts slipped off, fingers greedily fumbling for the lure of bare skin, stroking and teasing, gracing flesh that had never been bared to another guy. At least, in Matt's case, as he had not been “out" for all that long, but experiences such as those… Oh, they were so sweetly hard to come by.

He wouldn't have held back from it even if he had not been under the influence, moaning out Carl's name as he lost sense of his old self and embraced the new. He'd wanted to hold back, thinking that he didn't want to spoil the friendship that he had with Carl, but there was no sense in that, nothing to be gained as his friend ground up and humped against him.

Carl's cock swelled and he grunted out loud, head spinning, need rising, panting lightly as he broke the kiss, cradling Matt's face gently in his hands. There was a light hint of stubble on his friend's chin and he kissed it tenderly, even as his rigid length throbbed devoutly, wanting more.

No more holding back for them, not ever, not then, not ever again. They moaned, sharing their lust and joy, not caring that they had been friends for so long, that they had so much between them, so much history. Liquor lubricated all, even as Carl's hand more boldly (he had had a little more wine than Matt) dropped to his friend's crotch, squeezing the outline of his hard length a little more firmly than was strictly necessary. Matt gasped, arching his back to thrust again, glutes tight, need coursing through him with every beat of his heart.

They faced one another, humping and grinding, an almost kind of animalistic lust coming over them. They needed it, craved it, panted for it, whispering words that would not be remembered amongst all the other lust going on at the same time.

“Mmmph…"

“Yes…"

“Need it…"

“Oh, you feel…good…"

Matt blushed heavily, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his shorts to slide them down, pre-cum staining his underwear, though his head was spinning so much that he barely noticed. All he saw was the swollen outline of Carl's shaft as he took removed his shorts, though Carl caught his hand before he was able to remove his boxer briefs too.

“Wait…"

Matt nipped at his lip, the room tilting softly around him. Had he gone too far? Was he really going to stop him?

“What?"

“Do you…" It was hard for Carl to get the words out, a red flush racing down his neck. “Do you want to try something…new with me?"

Matt chuckled.

“It's all new to me… But I trust you. What is it?"

He would. He always had. Carl flashed him a cheeky grin that, once again, made Matt's heart turn over in the best of ways.

“I found these edibles in mom's room a week ago… They're supposed to make everything feel so much better…"

Matt shivered.

“Even better?"

He could not have imagined saying no as they stumbled upstairs, laughing, Matt having to remove his shorts that were tangled around his ankles halfway up. His heart soared, barely able to believe what he was doing, the raw and heady passion searing through his veins as if he had never truly been aware of how it could feel before. But all was right with the world as Carl held the box of edibles, which looked like fancy chocolates as far as the uninitiated Matt was concerned, high above his head.

“Success!"

They retreated to Carl's room, only in their underwear, a scattered trail of their clothes left in the kitchen and on the stairs, evidence of their tryst that had not yet even truly begun. Matt laughed and bounced down onto Carl's bed on his back, though it felt like somewhere foreign and strange, in a good way, to him, now that things were…different between them. It was hard to worry about anything at all, however, as Carl sat beside him, smiling, holding an edible up to his lips.

“Eat."

It was an offer rather than a command and one that Matt was glad to take him up on, closing his lips around Carl's fingers as he took the edible, Carl shivering. His lips were there for only a fraction of a second, but it was enough to stoke that fire of their shared lust for a moment more, seconds stretching out longingly.

It was a moment to be revered, but they did not see the warning sticker on the bottom, the little warning that, ultimately, would seal their fates. Only one should have been eaten at a time, for the multiple quantities would make the effects on their bodies…permanent.

Yet they were not to do, making their mistake with all the will of the young, laughing and sharing a moment that would be one of the last that they remembered, if they remembered at all. Matt fed Carl a few edibles too, wanting to keep up the play, his cock half-hard, though to bring his shaft back to a full rise would have taken only a single moment of surging lust. It was there, waiting in the wings, panting softly, need overcoming all else.

Yet the transformation cookies, not merely edibles, were something that Carl's mother had used, only very careful, with men that she brought over, when her son was not there. When used for their intended purpose, there was no harm in them, but for what they had done, well…there was no going back from that.

After six each, or so, who was counting, Matt pushed his hips up from the bed on his back, easing his underwear down to finally free the rigid length of his erection. Carl was quick to do the same, holding him close, their lips meeting, taking charge if only for that moment as their tongues tangled and passionately swept up against each other in lust. Their hard lengths could not help but touch as they lay facing each other on the bed, grinding into one another, delirious with delight, sexual desire all that mattered right there and then.

Matt grunted and humped, pushing his length up against Carl's as if there was nothing else in the world that mattered to him, thrusting and thrusting, need taking over. There was nothing else that he could have done, simply unable to hold back, moaning out loud, whimpering, making all manner of noises that he had never envisioned coming from his lips. He'd not long come out and not known that giving in to how he truly felt could feel so good, only wishing that he had done it, and come to know himself, a long time ago!

Maybe things would have been better for it, but he could not help himself as Carl broke the kiss, nuzzling into his neck.

“Mmm… Will you suck me off?" He murmured, though shyness there was overruled by the alcohol, along with the edibles. “Please…"

As if Matt would have denied him, giggling as he moved down the length of his friend's body, kissing and licking his way there, lips brushing tender nipples, the light curls of hair down Carl's chest. He was bolder, more courageous, everything easier with his mind comfortably warm and fuzzy, his friend's shaft finally in his hand. He gave it a light squeeze, yet wanted to do as Carl has asked too, taking his length smoothly and softly into his mouth, though there were one or two bumps against his teeth too to contend with. Some little things in the course of lust could not be helped.

But what his mind slipped to was not thoughts of the man before him, the cock in his mouth. In his mind's eye, something in Matt wanted to imagine that the cock he was sucking belonged not to a man but a creature, intelligence shining in their eye, but not like the man before him. He shivered, trying to focus, to press on, but he could not stop his thoughts from wandering again to ropey, swishing tails, small, hard hooves, thick donkey-cocks with a flush medial ring.

“Ohhh…"

Whatever he was doing must have felt good to Carl, so Matt didn't like to think that there was anything wrong, as long as his friend was enjoying it. His head bobbed on that hot length, taking more and more, pressing his tongue to the underside, swirling it around the head, though all he knew was the fleshy pulse of a donkey's cock-tip, how it was so unlike that of a man.

A hard length was like any other, he tried to tell himself, yet his mind wandered further and further from the cute blonde before him who had brought him into a new age of lust and pleasure, more to the beasts that were rugged and hairy, completely different. He could not stop himself from doing it, however, moaning and whimpering, though that only made Carl think that he was enjoying himself too, which he was, just not in the way that the two of them, perhaps, had thought was going to be the case there.

The thickness of that shaft in his mouth made him want it, thinking of the donkey's dick, the roughness of their hides in comparison to Carl's smooth skin. There should have been fur where there was none and he moaned wantonly, needing it even more. His fingers squeezed and massaged Carl's sack, his friend hissing, grunting, thrusting up desperately, but Carl too had something in mind for him.

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“Come here… Bend over…"

Matt rolled over obligingly, a little bit of an awkward position with a hard-on, but Carl pulling his arse cheeks apart was all that he needed. A finger brushed his anal ring briefly, but need covered all, panting heavily, dragging a pillow to him as Carl moved over his body.

“Oh, god… Yes… Yes, fuck me with your donkey-dick…"

He didn't know what he was saying, but Carl was too far gone to stop, head swirling, pressing his length up to the pucker of Carl's backside, teasing just the very tip inside. There was no lube, but there didn't need to be, if he was slow and gentle, allowing his pre-cum, ever so lightly, to lead the way for him. Deeper and deeper, he took Matt's anal virginity as their bodies came together, the man under him squirming delightedly, needing more and more.

“Unff… Yes…"

He thrust, fucking him slowly and deeply, long strokes of a thick length stretching him out, Matt's head pounding deliriously. He was not in his right mind, his tongue feeling thicker and heavier in his mouth, his arms wooden, shoulders aching, though he would not have had anything be any different, not for anything in the whole world. He tried to push back, but found that he could no longer get his knees under him in the same way, heaving and panting, trying to clamour through it all, hide trembling.

Wait…

Skin didn't act like that.

Something was different, even if it was not wrong, the full effect of the edibles sweeping over them at long last, Carl heavier on top of him than he had ever been before. The man bore down into him, the weight of his body helping his longer and longer cock find a home inside Matt's backside, yet he didn't know what was happening either. He didn't get to see how his cock swelled, growing into a more defined shape, thicker around, the head changing into a more equine flare, though it would not fully swell until the point of orgasm.

It was not for either of them to worry about, not in the slightest, not as lust coursed through them, passion guiding the transformation effect of the edibles. Whether they were supposed to transform them or just help them enjoy the moment more (if they had only had one each) was something that they would never find out, the bed creaking under Carl as he thrust and thrust, his throat feeling tight, not like his own anymore. He tried to swallow, but all that he managed was a grunt, his face pushing out into that of a donkey, hair coating his body in a sweeping away.

“Unnff…"

His eyes rolled as they moved a little more to the sides of his head, ears pulling up into donkey-like points, while Matt squirmed under him. Their weight as they transformed was too much, far too much, for the bed, sending the springs snapping, the frame creaking and creaking until it could bear no more and cracked violently, slanting to the side, tipping the donkeys with it. Well, half transformed donkeys, but they were more donkey than man as Carl's anal ring shifted too. It was more flexible, softer, yet even tighter at the same time as the skin changed colour there too, becoming darker, a grey, the skin wrinkled in around while the ring itself plumped out into a soft doughnut that suckled at Carl's cock as he thrust.

“Heee-hawwwww!"

Carl brayed as he thrust, lost in the moment, his balls sagging into a new sack, one that held so much more, the round orbs of his testicles aching for release. His heart lifted as he thrust, eyes wide, dimly aware of what was happening as his mind pulled back against it, rebelling in the little way that it could, though the moment was too far gone for him to even consider changing his fate. He'd wanted to have fun with his friend, not turn into an ass, though it seemed that every choice in his life that he had been yet to make had been taken from him in the blink of an eye.

Matt understood more, though the pleasure sweeping through him as that big donkey-dick ground up and over his prostate with every thrust was too much for him. He felt the weight of his new cock even as his hands formed into hooves, arms becoming legs, bones shifting and grinding as they rearranged themselves. And, oh, to have a pair of nuts like that, round and heavy, swelling to fill the new space of skin that had been afforded to him, pleasure sweeping through. In his mind, he thought that it was all okay, all as Carl had intended, and did nothing to fight back against it, trying to bray, though his lips struggled to move over his teeth as they rounded into blunter, dulling, chewing teeth – the teeth that a herbivore rather than a carnivore or omnivore would have. He didn't need sharper canines anymore, oh no, but the incisors would still be used for biting, nipping, his spine stretching.

He panted, though it no longer seemed to come as easily through his mouth as breath had before, moaning, grunting, pushing on, needing it, his hind end rounding out, losing the definition between his back and his rump, tail swishing, itching as it furred itself.

“Eeeee-haaawww!"

He cried out, bliss washing through him, though he didn't realise what that was, that it was the pleasure of his first ejaculation as a donkey, his fat nuts churning, aching to spill a load, cum pouring forth. Spurt after spurt of pleasure washed through him, hide rippling, flesh still moving, but he needed it more, passion rising, seeing only the other donkey on his back, looming over him and bearing him down with his weight.

It was where he was supposed to be, a donkey, craving sex, but only with a jack, another male donkey, one who was just like him. He didn't realise, at first, what giving in to passion would mean as he grunted, trying to push back, need coursing through him, desire like no other warming him through. He brayed, again and again, losing his mind, thoughts coming duller and slower, more and more sluggishly as if his mind was coming “loose" from the inside of his skull.

Fuck…

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Mate…

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Take dick…

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Only Carl, the donkey, only him, he didn't want anything else, no one else. There was no one else with a cock like that as his mind wandered, seeming to go down another path all on its own, a whimper on his lips proving to be the last sound that he would ever make as a man. For his mind faded more and more, leaving no intelligence behind his eyes, only the dull sheen of a donkey, snorting, a knee bowed onto the bed, which squashed under him.

No more was he Matt, blinking softly, his body trembling with pleasure, cock aching, everything aching and throbbing so very wonderfully. Where could he get more of that? He was a beast lured there purely by pleasure, snorting and grunting, his flanks heaving with the need for breath that would not come as easily with another heavy body on top of him. But that was something that Matt was more than happy to work through, digging his hind hooves down, spreading his back legs and bracing.

His half-hard cock bobbed and jerked, splattering cum, the last droplets trickling forth, though all he cared about was pleasure. His shaft did not soften, that donkey-dick ready for more, even while his anal ring spread and spread, taking more and more cock as if it was exactly what his body had been designed for. It was all he needed as he grunted and bowed his head, obeying the donkey grinding into him, the pounding force of his cock stretching out his hole again and again.

It was where he belonged, after all. His partner still thrust eagerly, but Carl, clinging to his mind with a fearful snort, did not know yet that his lover, Matt, was gone.

Carl thrust and thrust, the fleshing up of his cock bringing him even more pleasure, balls bouncing, smacking off the donkey's arse as he ground in. Nothing could stop him from pounding Matt as if nothing else in the world mattered for him, thrusting and thrusting, a single-minded beast while his mind quailed in fear.

With his orgasm… He tried not to thrust, sensing that that trepidation would slow everything to a grinding halt, heart juddering, skipping a beat in the worst of ways. The room was small, too small around him, needing space, but they couldn't stay donkeys, surely not? Yet the pleasure was too alluring to hold back from, his tail swinging, anal ring plumping out, becoming a donkey's ring as if that was just what his body had always been meant to show. The curve of his belly followed his ribcage and he snorted and brayed, grunting and heaving, unable to do anything but slam in and let loose his lust into his friend's unprotected backside.

With the flowing forth of his seed, rope after rope, there was nothing he could do, squealing and screaming inwardly as his mind slipped away more and more, threads of silvery matter slipping through his very figurative fingers. He couldn't even clench his hands anymore, bearing hooves inside, his chest rounded into that of a donkey, bristling fur covering his entire body, built to dissipate heat in a more arid environment. He was no longer a man but the loss of his mind was the worst of it all as his human mind was climaxed away.

Throb!

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He lost his childhood.

Spurt!

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He couldn't remember his friend, Matt.

Gloop!

His life was no longer his own, lust overcoming him, braying, a dumb donkey, lips wobbling, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in breath as if it was the only way that he had ever known how to breathe. He and his partner, even as he filled the other donkey's rump with cum, snorted and heaved, thickening up with muscle, big and strong, bigger than any donkeys that they had seen as humans, although they were not to know that. All he knew was that it felt good to fuck, to thrust, to have his male-mate, grinding into him as his cock throbbed, spurts of cum still pouring forth.

With every spurt of cum, he lost himself, becoming a donkey in mind as well as body, his hide thick and body strong, tail thwapping back and forth constantly as if he could not keep himself still. Yet it was more that he needed, so much more, thrusting mindlessly, driven entirely by the needs of his body. All that the donkey needed to know, in his mind, was the need to breed, the need to cum, even if it was only fucking another male, the jack under him, that he wanted at all.

Only when he was good and done with his partner did Carl dismount, shaking himself off, surveying the wreckage of the bed and room with a donkey's eye. It didn't make sense to him and, so, he nuzzled up to Matt's face, licking and nibbling until the other donkey scrambled up, tongue flickering out.

Slurping and slopping up against one another's mouths and lips, they kissed in a donkey fashion, saliva drooling messily, though it was exactly what worked for them. The lust of it kept them going, the grey donkey who was Matt pressing in closer, his cock still out and hard, throbbing, aching for more.

That time, however, it was Carl who turned around, snorting, braying, grunting, backing up insistently to Matt. He didn't know that Matt had a name and was not “just a donkey", but he knew that he wanted sex, that he wanted to mate, lust making him too hot inside for comfort. The only way to simmer that down, to satisfy that need, would be by taking a cock into his backside, feeling it plough deep.

Matt mounted him as if it was what he was born to do, braying as his cock sank into that hot warmth, spearing in as if hitting a target, his whole body trembling. Fucking Carl for all he was worth, driven by pure instinct, there was no better place for either of the gay donkeys to be.

Even if they had lost their humans selves, trapped forever in transformation.

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Sometime later, too late for anything to be done, Carl's mother hummed a tune as she stepped into the house. She smiled, locking the door, not thinking to call up to the “boys", even if they were adult men, the mess in the kitchen drawing a touch of concern from her.

“Oh, dear… What's gone on in here?"

She surveyed the mess with her hands on her hips and shook her head, though she could not help but laugh. That would be the last time she ever trusted her Carl in the kitchen! It was no matter, even as she headed upstairs, wincing as she stepped on the creaky step, the one that she was always saying that she was going to go and get fixed, even if it was something that never quite seemed to happen.

Emily headed upstairs, arriving at the landing, though a strange groan had her stilling. What was that? Were they okay? She hastened to the bedroom, the door already swinging open, a gasp breaking her lips as her hands flew up to cover her mouth.

“No!"

But yes. Always, yes. There was no refuting what had taken place and she wished with all her might that she had not left the boys alone for so long, her edibles too easily accessible. Oh, she would have shown Carl how to use them if only he had told her that he was interested! But what was done was done as Emily was forced to watch who she thought was Matt fucking Carl, grinding into him, though the messy slop of cum and more spilt through the room told the tale of more, so much more.

“Oh no…" She breathed, eyes wide, shocked, reeling, lips moving between utterances without any sound coming out. “Carl… What have you done?"

But the donkey did not know and could not know, grunting and braying under Matt as his backside was filled, thrusting and thrusting, intent only on pleasure. For there was nothing else for him even as Emily slowly picked up the empty box of transformation cookies, the edibles that were only to be confused in small, careful doses, her face dropping all colour.

“Oh, darling… Darling, no… No… No, you shouldn't have…"

Her eyes brimmed over with tears.

“I can't take care of donkeys. You're… Boys, you're stuck like this. You can't hear me in there, can you?"

As Carl ejaculated, spurting a thick load to the floor, splattering ropes streaming everywhere, he shook his head at her. There was no understanding in his eyes.

Puddles of cum filled the room, paper chewed, the bedsheets trampled on, the bed frame crushed, a wardrobe shoved back so it tilted to the wall. Everything about the room was destroyed but no more so than her son's life, the son that she would forever only see as a donkey and no more than that.

“I can't look after you, I'm sorry, so sorry."

Their lives would never be the same again.

*

Emily led the donkeys down a dirt road, away from the main road and prying eyes. She only wore flip-flops, but she had not considered just how far away her destination was, even though she had to get there. Ropes lay around the donkeys' necks as she led them along, though her shorts and small top that showed a little too much cleavage were not appropriate for such a trip. Her sunglasses, at least, hid her ruined mascara from crying. That was something.

“There it is, that's your new home."

She paused with the farm in sight, turning Carl to face her, though there was nothing of the man he'd been in his face, his body, his eyes. She held his face as lines of mascara streamed down her face all over again, the donkey snuffling at her, dark eyes suddenly…shifting.

For a moment, Carl was back in his mind, the baby blues that Matt had fallen for before blinking back into existence. Where was he? What was he doing? Why was his mom crying? She shouldn't be crying, what was wrong? She gasped and took a half step back, but the donkey spotted her breasts, the yellow hue of her shirt, wicked need flaring through him. His cock plumped out his sheath as he grunted and lunged for her, grabbing and yanking her top down to expose her breasts.

He didn't know that he still lusted for the female body as she shrieked and swatted him away, the donkey mind, once again, becoming dominant as he licked and slobbered over her breasts. His tongue curled out against a nipple as she squealed and shrieked and tried to be quiet, so as not to attract attention, though he was torn between the bisexual human mind and the gay donkey mind.

Only one mind, however, would win as he retreated into the darkness of being a donkey, a simple world, a simple life, one that he understood. As his much pushed him back, more tears streamed. There was no more in there than the last signs of his human life, a blip, a flurry, an afterimage of what, once, had been so. She knew it to be so, yet it all made it difficult still to leave him there, to let the money change hands, ultimately.

Finally, however, Carl's eyes grew duller and duller, a beast's eyes, as she walked him up to the farmer, who smiled and offered to take the ropes from her.

“They'll be well looked after here, have no fear. Here's what we agreed. Don't be sad, we care for our animals well here."

Carl's eyes faded dully as his mother sold both him and Matt for what was not very much money, but she'd only wanted to make sure that they would go somewhere to people who knew how to look after them. The farm was not too far from her, so she could check up on them from time to time, but not so close that she had to be reminded of the misstep, of the two lives that had changed forever, becoming donkeys and beasts of burden for the rest of their lives.

They'd both been reported as missing, but with no true foul play, only a horrid accident, there had been nothing to find. But she'd still think of them often whenever she had to drive to work past the farm, taking a detour just to check them, watching her son and his best friend working hard in the fields, pulling ploughs, raking, carrying heavy packs – whatever the farmer required of them.

They were only donkeys, mindless beasts. But, in the field, they lusted for each other, nipping and nibbling, wanting only each other, the farmer laughing at their antics.

Nothing bad would come to them out there, but their lives as humans were gone, with those loads of cum that they had spilt in devious lust.

Snorting, Carl nipped and nibbled at Matt's scruffy mane, the upright hairs defining him a little more. He was horny again, cock twitching, flushing up thick and full with blood. Turning to present to him, Matt snorted his acceptance, bracing his hind legs like a jenny donkey in season, tail shoved crudely to the side.

He brayed.

Take me!

_ _

Only no words left his lips. No words ever left his lips ever again.

And all was as it was supposed to be.