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Isola Raptura

Panty and Donking

By Von Krieger

None of the really sexy, erotic parts had happened yet, but Panty Anarchy was already wet enough to lubricate the water slides of the Isola Raptura amusement park in which she was currently. She could feel the soul of the park pressing up against her, circling around her body like a giant incorporeal cat. It wasn't a ghost, she'd check, so she wasn't obligated to kill it, as that would be a shame what with all the hedonistic fun it brought into the worlds it visited.

The fallen angel felt something subtly shift in the fabric of time and space and suddenly the empty nightclub that she'd been sampling drinks in by herself (the animatronic bartender didn't count, for either another person or on her personal tally of sexual conquests, sex toys didn't add to your body count) was suddenly full of dazed and confused parkgoers in various states of dress and undress. As well as humanity and inhumanity.

Panty wasn't sure why exactly she found situations like this so fuckin' hot. Maybe it was an angel thing, since they were pretty much humans with bird wings grafted on. Maybe angels were just designed to find humans with a few animal features really sexy.

The blonde angel jumped atop the bar and shouted, "Hey, ya bunch of degenerate jackasses! Look over here!" she shouted into the semi-panicked throng. Few of them paid any attention.

Well, attempted diplomacy fail, Plan B was boring, so right onto Plan C for Carnage and Collateral Damage. Panty pulled the set of panties she'd grabbed from the nightclubs lost and found, threw her head back, guzzled the rest of the bottle of tequila that she'd been working on, and imbued the lacy underpants with a momentary jolt of power transforming them into a gun. Small and boxy, an uzi or some variant. That was a pussy that came hard and came often. She hoped that gal was in attendance so she could take advantage of that.

With the magazine emptied, the mirror behind the bar shattered, and who knows how many wasted bottles of booze now adorning the walls, shelves, and floor Panty now had everybody's attention. Discharging a potentially ear-damaging firearm indoors in a crowd, doing so recklessly, destroying the absolute crap out of the bar, and worst of all wasting several hundred dollars of alcohol.

Exactly the sort of things that only a complete jackass would do.

Panty tossed the gun and the bottle aside, reached up under her abbreviated red dress, tugged off her namesake, and tossed those aside as well. She wouldn't be needing them any time soon, particularly since… ah!

There was the first part of her change. The slight tickling tingle in her ears that built slowly over several moments into a luxurious stretching sensation. Angel's were made, not born, and something instinctual deep down connected with that in a way that made being reshaped an orgasmic experience.

The stretching continued as Panty let out a loud moan in the silence, frantically rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of her dress. She always thought human ears looked silly; weird whorls of skin and cartilage. Humans didn't have sexy ears.

She brought up a hand to caress a growing ear and tugged gently, coaxing it outward and giving it a nudge to change faster, to grow bigger, be longer. Big and long and smooth and sexy. Her ears hadn't even finished changing before she let out a blissful moan and came hard enough to splatter the bar (and the people nearest to her) with her fluids.

Well, partially her fluids. She was pretty sure that most of the white, cloudy goo she expelled from her pussy was actually the collected seed from the openers she'd managed to catch throughout the park while waiting for the main event.

Momentarily satisfied, she brought her masturbating hand to her other ear to even them out. After her double-headed display of destruction and sexual degeneracy she had the crowd's attention over them freaking out at their changes.

"How are ya, Isola Raptura?" she called out to the crowd of partially transformed people. She got no replies.

"I SAID HOW THE FUCK ARE YA, ISOLA RAPTURA!?" she repeated, louder and angrier.

The fallen angel could feel a tickle beginning in her throat after shouting at the assembled mass. Total jackass behavior.

"I'll tell you how ya are! You're confused, you're frightened, you're probably more than a little aroused and you have no idea what's goin' on."

Panty's ears continued to lengthen, they were not the biggest she'd had while on one of these gigs, but pretty close. She continued to stroke them as they took on a velvety texture, the barest minimum of fuzz that would eventually blossom into proper fur. They were about maybe half again the length of her hands and were still going. She wanted to have the biggest, sexiest donkey ears. She deserved them.

"Ya've been jackasses, each and every one of you." She grinned and looked over the crowd, all of which sported some stage of equine features, though there were many with tails that were not donkey-like in nature. Sure, they had a fluffy tuft at the end, but some of her targets had long semi-prehensile tails while others had thicker, more solid reptilian-looking tails. She wasn't exactly sure why Isola Raptura had to go and ruin a classic by adding in two extra species, but she wasn't the one in charge of the park. She just worked here.

"And, naughty, naughty, ya've been stallin' once you figured out that further jackassery would make ya change more. Well, you need ta stop doin' that! Why? Because it feels so good!"

Trying to force others to change? Why that was definitely an act of jackassery. That made the tingle in Panty's throat intensify, as well as bring the sensation of change to her breasts and the base of her spine.

"Oh fuck…" she murmured as her dress began to grow increasingly tight. This was one of her favorite parts of the process.

Panty ceased groping her ears, which by now had lengthened to a good eighteen inches in length and were covered by light grey fur, and instead began groping her breasts.

"Look at these sexy things! I bet ya have seen these in movies, seen 'em on my album covers and thought 'Man, those are some really hot badonkadonkers,' and rubbed one out to 'em. Well, guess what? They're gettin' even bigger and better and badder and if you thought they were fuckin' hot before you ain't seen nothin' yet!"

The fallen angel closed her eyes as she moved her hands in a mesmerizing dance of pleasure and self-exploration. You could hear a pin drop in the nightclub as everyone was staring at the enraptured starlet and her slowly inflating bosoms. They could see that her dress no longer contained her increasingly massive mammaries as they tried to spill free from the cups, but were contained.

She hadn't been gifted at creation with large, lovely breasts. No, alas that honor had gone to her sugar-crazed prude of a sister who was perfectly content to have sex only a couple times a month. It wasn't fair that she, Panty Anarchy, had to suffer with a lustful heart and a chest far too small to contain that lust.

Speaking of far too small to contain, Panty could feel the seams in her dress beginning to tear. She'd asked for a custom garment expressly for the purpose of ripping out of it during her change.

"You're already a bunch of jackasses but I bet ya didn't know just how jackass-like you were! Watch this!"

The fallen angel began to gently push her breasts downward, guiding the transformation. They'd increased several cup sizes already and now they began to migrate slowly downward. Her dress had not been designed to have her boobs several inches below where they were supposed to be. Well, actually it was, but it was designed to split apart just as it was doing.

Inch after inch outward, inch after inch downward, Panty's breasts slowly migrated down her chest and their journey ripped the seams on the sides of her dress apart as they did so. Their journey peeled the dress from her body like a banana, and the two red halves fluttered to the ground.

"Yeah! You like what you see, ya-HAW bunch of degenerate jackasses!" Panty giggled, getting her first bray in there. Fuck, she was right on the edge, but she needed something else to tip her over.

"You!" she pointed to a young woman whose body had breached the containment of her clothes. The hottie was well on her way to donkey-dom. Shame that she had a significant amount of raptor in her.

The gal's thick, three-toed feet and torn through her shoes, the donkey hooves having removed the sickle claw and turned the remainder into thick, but blunt toenails. She'd had to abandon her pants and underthings due to the triple threat of her thicker, saurian tail, heavy donkey dick, and a double scoop of mips and thighs that were meant for creatures that ran at high speeds. Her hands had been replaced by a pair of sexy equine hooves and they dangled uselessly from the wrists she held out before her chest. Her neck had begun to extend and she had big, cute ears (but not as big and cute as Panty's) and the fallen angel could see feathers poking out of her hair and the beginnings of a mane upon the back of her neck. But her face was untouched by change. Well, that wouldn't do at all!

Panty knelt down on the bar and grabbed the donkey-raptor by the hoof and pulled her up. She pressed her body against the reluctant TFee. Even with her alterations, she wasn't all that tall and Panty was noticeably taller. It was why the fallen angel had chosen this particular prey from the crowd.

"Just relax, cutie, let it happen. It'll be fun!" Panty purred as she pressed her body up against her unwilling assistant.

And now here she was rubbing her naked body up against somebody who clearly didn't want that kind of attention. What a lusty jackass she was being! The fallen angel could feel the tingle start to enter her hands and feet.

"Just let it go, there's no need to hold on to the tattered shreds of your humanity. It's goin' to feel so good. Here, let me show ya!"

Panty sandwiched the girl's cock between her bloated crotch-tits, which had not yet ceased their growth and had begun to take on a darker coloration. She pressed them together using her black-nailed hands. The girl let out a soft moan and couldn't help but thrust gently into the marshmallow confinement that Panty had placed her in.

"Ya can pull back at any time. If ya want me to stop, just tell me to stop." Panty purred and gave a shake of her rump towards the crowd. The small nub that had formed there now began to rapidly lengthen now that it was free from the cover of her dress and could actually be seen to change and grow.

The fallen angel hugged the donk-raptor to her and coaxed her gaze down over her back to her tail.

"Look at that! Look at my growing tail!"

That wasn't the only thing growing, as donkeys were larger than humans, significantly larger in some cases. And while Isola Raptura tended to usually keep its visitors the same size, it didn't have to do that. Which Panty was going to take full advantage of.

Her hips and ass joined in on the fun that her tits had been experiencing and were now slowly ballooning outward.

"Look at my ass gain the mass of a ja-HAW-kass!" the fallen angel brayed.

Turns out the girl's hooves weren't quite so useless after all, as they allowed her to press Panty's breasts tighter against her cock. The skin had become a deep black-brown in coloration with the nipples having gotten even darker.

"That's it. Let it HAW-pen. You're not a HEE-human anymore, you're somethin' better! Somethin' sexier! You're a HEE-hot, HAW-rny jackass that doesn't mind that she's gettin' a titjob in front of a bunch of strangers."

The gal's eyes widened and she looked out to the crowd to find that she was the center of attention for a bunch of half-donkeys. Despite their initial reluctance, a significant number of the park goers present were now either playing with themselves, or had found (or forced, they were jackasses after all) lovers.

"Go on," Panty coaxed, taking the donk-raptor's still human head in her hands, "Go on and let it all out."

The girl let out a moan that turned into a bray as she emptied her balls onto Panty's belly and breasts. The fallen angel mashed her lips against her assistant's. She coaxed the girl's tongue into her mouth, bit down gently, and slowly began to pull back. That was exactly what the girl needed. Panty could hear and feel the bones of her face cracking as the fallen angel guided her human head outward into a saurian snout with donkey detailing.

That was what Panty needed to climax again. She slumped into the clutches of her rapidly-growing assistant as she once again saturated the bar with her fluids (and also those that she'd acquired along the way). But the tingle had reached back into her belly from her crotchboobs and had begun to alter her inner depths. Bigger, stronger, and made to house big, thick donkey dicks rather than their smaller, shorter human counterparts. Panty splattered far enough back that she'd make Gallagher proud with the mess she'd made.

"That's enough for now, cutie. You go ahead and enjoy yourself." Panty purred.

She grabbed the girl's sexy snout and gave it one last kiss before she put the girl's elongated neck and hot, sexy muzzle to good use by tugging it downward so that she was forced to either open her mouth and engulf her own member or take a half-erect, dripping donkey dick to the eye.

That was all that was needed to send the crowd into a frenzy. Panty sat down atop the sticky bar and began to finger herself with half-changed hands. Her thumbs had begun to recede into her hands and the other fingers had begun to length and merge together. They were already topped by thick, black nails, but the nail had now begun to engulf the rest of the digit.

The fallen angel pleasured herself as she looked over the nightclub that had become a den of carnal, bestial pleasure from a pile of park goers that had been so focused on avoiding precisely this fate. This was simultaneously one of Panty's favorite and least favorite parts of this. Feeling her body bloat into a big, powerful hefty donkey was great. Having her toes fuse together and her legs pop and shift? Also great!

And they did just that. Panty let out a half-moan/half-bray as she watched her shoes disintegrate as she left her feet behind and they ascended into being sexy, shiny hooves. Grey fur began to sprout from just above them and began to migrate upwards.

Panty could feel her fur growing in from a few other places. Forming around her crotchtits and working up her belly. The gentle tickle of a tuft sprouting from the end of her tail with fur soon joining it. A caress in her hairline as the fur worked its way downward to her neck and shoulders.

Yes, yes! Bigger! Better! Everything needed to be bigger and better! The majority of her body was changing now, bulking up, taking one an equine shape. She continued to finger herself as hard as she could now that she was sporting a single, thick digit. She still had a range of movement and motion in her proto-hoof, but that wasn't going to stay forever.

That was her least favorite part of the change. Panty wasn't going to be a pussy and wuss out on going the whole way. No. If she was going to reject the natural order and adopt a form that wasn't god-given, she was going to leave every single scrap of her former form behind and embrace the new one for all it was worth!

Her breastless chest ballooned outward, her belly bloating. Up until now Panty's change had been mostly donkey detailing and small changes on a human chassis. That wasn't the case now. Now she was more of a donkey-shaped human rather than a human-shaped donkey. She delighted in the sensation of the pops and cracks her bones made, the delicious stretching and contraction of muscles as they lengthened or compressed in order to better serve her the new equine shape that she'd been gifted with.

She looked down and admired the udder which her migrating breasts had become. She loved the look of it so much, even though it didn't quite mesh up with her perfect donkey image. But she couldn't help it, she just go so hot at the thought of something animalistic and bestial enhanced and sexualized in a rather human way. She had a big, fat, sexy udder that had bulked up because humans (and also perverted angels) had a thing for big boobs.

Panty rubbed a hoof-hand over an engorged, elongated teat and let out a lusty bray as she once more began to build closer and closer to climax, part from the sexual stimulation, part from her angelic nature being so eager to be reshaped and twisted by an available creator, and part from finding the whole idea of being part human (or angel) and part animal really fuckin' hot.

"Be like me and just fuckin' C-HAAAAAAAAAAAW-M!" Panty brayed, losing control of her transformation almost entirely. The increased size surged through her body, the human-like size of about twice her angelic body obliterated as hundreds of pounds of donkeyflesh were added to her body and her bones blew apart and then back together again in an instant as they were shaped to support that.

Her forehooves were rudely shoved away from her crotch as her bestial body was no longer capable of bending to do that and Panty could no longer sit on her butt either. She topped down onto all four from the bar, landing in a puddle of her own climactic juices (plus a few traces of those she'd had a little romp with earlier in the day, but she'd expelled almost all of that with her earlier orgasms) and the growing swamp of increasingly animalistic park goer contributions.

Here a donkey-rat girl with numerous murine breasts bloated to the size of equine udders dripped milk on the floor while she put her long, flexible textured tail to good use plowing her pussy. There a bunch of braindead-looking dino-jocks that still sported the shreds of their letterman jackets and sports team caps on their altered heads were pressed together as tightly as their could, enraptured (and enraptored) with the sensation of rubbing their big, thick donkey dicks and big, fat rat balls together.

The fallen angel sought out the last few stragglers in order to complete their changes and also her own. She put her long neck to good use to give a few licks to the cock of a donkey-boy who was in a similar predicament with his own hooves unable to provide stimulation, and had yet to discover his dick had muscles in it that would allow him to get off by smacking it against his belly. That had made her teeth tingle as they started to flatten and become blocky to become those of an herbivore.

Her nostrils expanded and her nose receded to give her a short, blunt snout that she put to good use finding the most human-smelling of all her little toys. Judging from the haircut and the scraps of clothing that still clung to her body, this jenny-jack-raptor had started the night with only a cock to his name, and was now completely confused as to what to do with her new dripping, winking pussy. The new admittee to womanhood was curled up on the floor, trying to hide.

Panty just laughed and shoved her onto all fours with her several inches worth of snout. She bit down gently on the new girl's tail and tugged it up to reveal her eager new parts. She wedged the tail beneath her to make sure her project of the moment wouldn't backslide.

"G-HAW-T A NICE, WET PUSSY FOR TH-HEE TAKIN' RIGHT HEE-HAW-ERE!" she brayed and within moments the reluctant girl was moaning and braying along with the rest of them.

That was enough to make Panty's face begin to pop and crack as it started to leave behind the last of its remnants of human form and structure and began to lengthen and elongate into a properly long and thick donkey muzzle.

She just loved how it slowly filled the lower portion of her vision, delighted in seeing the pale skin slowly darken as her nose turned black and how the new grey fur began to sprout to obliterate the last remnants of human skin left on her body.

She took a deep breath in through increasingly large nostrils and found exactly what she had been hoping she'd find. The fallen angel turned almost entirely donkey began to follow her nose through the nightclub as her teeth grew and thickened. Not merely content with the 32 teeth given to the human form, another 8 to bring her total up to the proper 40 erupted from her jawbones and pushed their way through her gums.

Panty buried her snout on the loins she'd sought after, good ol uzi pussy who had shamelessly abandoned her panties where any random fallen angel with a transformation fetish could give them a sniff in order to memorize her scent for later.

Sure, she smelled a little bit different now that she was little more than a bipedal beast clopping about on heavy hooves with a thick, bare raspy tail swaying behind her, with only a pair of scale-covered breasts and a leather jacket that still oddly fit being the only sign that she'd ver been human.

The fallen angel, no, she wasn't an angel right now. She was nothing more than a donkey, just another beast amongst this herd of rutting, sexual beasts that had once been humans. The donkey felt a weight on her back as she'd been still for long enough to attract attention and draw the interest of some big, sexy stud that was interested in burying his cock inside of her eager pussy.

The chimera-girl let out a cry as she soaked Panty's face with her juices, which only caused the former angel to lap even harder and greedier. Underwear never lied, and when well-used the essence of the wearer soaked into it, shaping the form and function for when she turned it into a gun. It's why she preferred using panties instead of boxers or briefs. Penises would hang to the side, or have a weird curve and didn't make for effective firearms. But this gal? Oh yeah, she was going to cum hard, cum fast, and cum frequently.

Panty hoped that her fellow rutting beasts had significant amounts of staying power. Who knew how much cum she'd blasted out of her womb today, and she needed to replace it. It'd be horrible if all these lovely donkey dicks and big rat balls couldn't fill up her much larger but still equally eager womb with far more seed than her inferior human form could hold.

That was her favorite part of this thing, after all.