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Donkey-ing Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by ItsBrookeDuh

Matt grinned across at Edward, the car flying along the road, curving through the coastline of Sardinia, although it did not follow the cliff exactly where it dropped into the sea. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, his smile came easily, especially when he was off on holiday with Edward. Time off and out for the lads? Well, they were not the clubbing type but they could still have fun exploring the sights and scenery, taking in everything before their return to work and the boring grind of the day to day called them back to a reality that near enough everyone seemed to want to escape from.

Of course, ladies were on the agenda of conversation, discussing the women that had gone in and out of their lives, all on the cusp of change.

“Mm, but I really miss her, you know?"

Matt smiled, nodding reassuringly.

“Yeah, but you'll find someone. Not like you weren't looking at that gorgeous waitress the other night. You should have asked for her number!"

Edward, however, had not, having hopes for something when he returned home, a woman that had stolen his heart already. Despite the “real" world pulling at them, they didn't have to worry about for the time being, laughing as they pulled over to the side of the road where a drinks shack called. Maybe it was not quite the shack and the prospect of something cool and refreshing that stopped the two young men there that day, the sun glancing warmly off the hood of the car. The young woman that stepped out of the shack, oh... Oh, she had to be the reason that they had been called there, her waist obviously narrow, wearing a pair of jean-shorts and a bikini top, clearly making the most of the summer weather, hair falling over her shoulders. What more could two men need to render them just a little bit tongue-tied even then?

Edward laughed shyly and ran his fingers back through his hair but Matt took the lead, if only for a moment, scuffing the toe of his shoe in the dry dirt, words stumbling to his lips.

“Hi!" Oh, it was hard not to lose himself in her eyes, her hair braided, youth rendering the rise of her cheekbones rosy even through her gorgeous tan. “Oh... Can we have two drinks, please? What have you got here?"

She chuckled lightly, teeth a brilliant white. Matt's heart lurched.

“We just have the one, cutie, don't you worry. Here you go!"

The cold cans were pressed into his hand as Edward shakily passed the money over to her, mouthing, oh my god, to Matt, though he was having the most trouble of the two keeping his eyes where they belonged. At least he tried.

Edward studied the cans.

“What are these? An energy drink?"

The woman smiled, the tip of her tongue slipping out to brush over her lower lip.

“Aw..." Her fingers darted out, rubbing under Edward's chin, much to his wide-eyed surprise. “Don't worry. You'll be much closer to each other soon. Are you ready to discover your true selves?"

Edward stuttered but Matt was already halfway back to the car, calling him on, not having caught on to what was passing between them.

“Did you hear what she said?"

Matt's lips twisted, though he did not quite frown as he started up the car again, getting back on the road, a drink in his free hand.

“Weird... And she didn't answer your question!"

Edward shrugged.

“Maybe she was trying to flirt... Damn, she was cute though!"

That could not be disputed as they both chugged half of their drinks, the cans dripping with moisture, their thirst hardly quenched. Yet that was the beginning of their undoing as Edward's stomach gurgled, his hand pressing to it, trying to shake off the sensation.

“You think we can stop for a bathroom break somewhere?"

But Matt could not answer, something catching in his throat, something tightening. He shifted his weight, smiling at Edward, seeing his friend in a new light, the light hitting his skin in a manner that made his eyes trail down to his lips.

That was strange... But not in a bad way, not at all. They leaned in a little closer, closing the distance between their shoulders, chuckling softly as they forgot about talking about women, only having eyes for each other. It was a sense of being comfortable with one another in a way that they had never had before, Edward taking his hand, his thumb rubbing more comfortingly across the back of his hand in a strange way that had his skin prickling and tingling.

“Mmmm..."

Words did not need to be spent but the weird comment was forgotten, even if Edward could not shake her beauty from his mind. Her eyes had sparkled and the woman's fingers had been so light and soft when they had brushed his, passing her the money. He gulped and glanced at Matt, though the man there could not have known what was in his mind.

“Huh – what are we doing?"

Edward shook off Matt's hand with a nervous laugh. That wasn't them, they weren't like that...were they? Anxiously, he took another gulp of his drink, the bubbly concoction sliding down his throat, eyeing up Matt as he did the same, driving one-handed. Warm all over, the sensation of being so close to him could not be ignored, not even as, finally, they pulled up at the beach that they had wanted to visit.

The expanse of white sand stretched out invitingly before them, Matt unable to keep the smile off his face as he scanned the empty beach, a hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun.

“Wow! Who would have thought that it would be so quiet here today?"

They were lucky, very lucky, barefooted as they padded out tentatively onto the warm sand. Edward followed close behind but Matt was not thinking of him as he looked for somewhere to change, though there was not even a rocky outcrop anywhere that they could duck behind to slip into their swimming trunks. The nearest town was quite a way back and he paused, exchanging a look with Edward, both of them facing the same conundrum.

“I suppose we could change out here..." Edward said, though he didn't like so much how that thought made the heat rise in his cheeks. “It's just a bit strange... Are you okay with that?"

Matt rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, though couldn't say what was really on his mind. Naked with Edward? Well, what was he supposed to do to that but to shift his body away? Why the hell was he suddenly so horny?

“Alright," he said, trying to laugh it off, though the humour stuck in his throat. “We'll have to just get it done! Surely it can't be that bad if we just turn back to back... We won't see each other."

He didn't want to say that he did really want to see Edward even as his friend gave a relieved smile, dumping his bag on the sand.

“Good! Just going to finish my drink first... Don't you just hate when you get sand in a can?"

That wasn't a half-bad idea as Matt turned too so that his back was to Edward, grabbing his can and chugging the rest of it. He didn't want to lug it around with a worry about spilling it and it was good, so good, as it slid down his throat. What he didn't know was the flush of heat racing through him was not solely due to the proximity of his body to Edward's but a little something extra that had been added into the can without him knowing. But wasn't that half the fun of buying drinks from a pretty woman by the side of the road?

He stripped down slowly, breath coming with greater and greater difficulty, his limbs feeling heavy and dull. Matt couldn't get his thoughts straight, the rustle of cloth over skin drawing his attention back to Edward over and over again, as if he simply could not get his thoughts away, on what he was doing. He didn't feel like he should have been putting clothes again so soon after getting naked there, his shaft quickly concealed again by swim trunks, his modesty protected while something wanted to be allowed out.

Edward was no better, licking his lips, stealing himself to not glance back. That was wrong, yes, an invasion of Matt's privacy. Yet he could not help but so very badly want to invade his friend's privacy, to see what he was truly like, the sun warming his bare skin even as he could not relax into it.

“You decent?"

Edward jumped. He'd almost forgotten that Matt was there, so close to him. It didn't make sense that such things could sneak up on him like that and he scuffed his foot through the sand, making tracks with his bare toes. Just a moment more.

“Yeah, I'm ready, all good?"

Matt's hand clapped him on the shoulder but there was something more in his touch, fingers curling around, squeezing lightly as Edward gulped, hard. He did not wriggle away but managed to shakily laugh it off, their eyes meeting.

Those pools of blue... Oh, they were eyes that he could lose himself in. But he didn't much feel like himself anymore as he delved deeper and deeper into Matt's gaze, warming through. The drinks were something more than simply drinks but that was something for them to later realise, the hormones and mind-altering nuances working their way through their minds. Their perceptions shifted, coming together, hands shakily touching.

Matt licked his lips, his mouth suddenly seeming too dry even though he'd had something to drink. Why did he feel so warm inside? Tingly? That was weird... Yet he could not see the man beside him as a friend, merely, but as someone who made him want to laugh and bump into, all to be closer to him.

“I..."

Edward closed the distance between them, a hand on his arm, pulling him down to the sand.

“Shush... Don't talk."

Matt shivered, the warmth of the sand nothing against the heat rising from Edward's body, the man so close to him that the tiny hairs on his arm brushed against his. It was so sweetly intimate, his heart in his mouth, the man that he had a deep crush on smiling at him in such a way that his heart flopped over and over.

Edward didn't have to think about what he was doing when it all felt so right, slipping his arms around Matt and drawing him in close. Perhaps summertime was not the best time to cuddle when things were so warm but there was something about having so much bare skin around, that skin on skin contact increased, that he could not resist, brushing his lips through Matt's blonde hair, his own lightened by their time away in the sun. Neither of them was particularly muscled but it was lightly defined on them, their bodies matching together well as if they were two pieces from the same jigsaw puzzle. How cliché was that?

“What's so funny?" Matt asked: Edward must have chuckled without realising it.

“Oh... No, nothing."

He didn't want to spoil the moment, not as Edward's lips tease down, pressing to his neck, his Adam's apple. Matt's skin quivered but he no more wanted to stop the moment than he wanted to stop breathing, the man tightening his arms around him as something hard pressed against his arse.

Edward was not so shy about his hard-on, hips rocking lightly, grinding, testing Matt's reception to his thrusts. They may have only been questing but the staunch rise in the front of Matt's swim trunks too could not be denied, his length rising hard and proud, the heat in his crush's cheeks growing and growing. There was only one thing that could be done, even as his heartbeat pulsed and fluttered with raw excitement. He didn't consider that it would be the very first time that he had ever before been with a man.

Nothing seemed out of bounds as their lips brushed tenderly, exploring one another even as their hands took charge of other matters. Slipping trunks down while kissing for the first time was not the easiest thing but, somehow, they both managed to free their erections, tongues tangling, lust rising. They could not hold back, not as Edward sat and grinned, boyish glee delighting in his eyes. The hard spire of his cock begged attention even as Matt's fingers ached to touch him there. Could he?

“Come suck me off," Edward murmured, sultry and soft without even trying to be. “I can see you looking..."

Nothing was out of bounds but Matt could barely believe what he was doing as Edward spread his legs a little for him, inviting him in. The sand under them didn't even seem to matter anymore either as he pressed in, hands tentatively sliding up Edward's legs. Was he really so lucky as to get that too? Something that he had never thought he could explore?

As his lips, however, descended obediently over Edward's hard length, he knew that it was not a dream. Edward's hands slid through his hair, tugging and twisting, seeking a grip, though he did not care either for how it was to become mussed, all in testament to the passion shared between them. All he could focus on was the slick slide of the other man's cock within his mouth, tasting his pre-cum for the first time, his tongue flickering wetly around the sensitive tip of that shaft.

Edward grunted and bucked his hips lightly, though it was not a position in which he could gain much leverage, playing with his partner's hair.

“You're...unff..." He grunted. “Doing so well... Oh, wow..."

He could barely get out the words that he wanted to, breath coming in short, sharp pants. Ecstasy lingered at the back of his mind but he didn't want to cum just yet, to get off just yet. Not when there was more to come, guiding Matt's head up and down, showing him just what he liked to get the entire length of his dick wet between those sweet lips. He had to have it all, had to have more, driven by passion as lust bubbled up tenaciously within him.

He didn't see Matt as he had before, only the head of blonde hair, all the man that he could have ever wanted. Pleasure rose, pressing more and more urgently on his mind, hips working, rising lightly, demanding something that only Matt could give him. He could barely hold back, shifting and rocking his hips, a pant on his lips, the sand soft, so very soft under him.

“Oh... Oh, Matt..."

Matt trembled. Oh, did Edward know what he was doing to him? His cock throbbed as he pushed down, Edward's hand heavy on the back of his head – and he knew he was cumming. His own shaft ached with Edward bucked and groaned, spending his load into Matt's mouth. And Matt was so obedient, by that time, that he didn't even have to be told to gulp it down, to not let a single drop go to waste. That would have been a crime, yes, something that simply should not have been done as Edward ran his shaking fingers through Matt's hair all over again, his palms ever so lightly damp with sweat.

“Mm... You're a good boy, Matt."

Edward winked cheekily, though the effect was somewhat muted by how his chest still heaved in the aftermath of ecstasy. He murmured something about Matt lying down but Matt was already there, groaning in the back of his throat, Edward's hand closing around his shaft as if it was meant to be there.

“Oh..."

“Ah-ah..." Edward smirked. “Quiet. You wouldn't want to draw attention now, would you?"

It was not due to any risk in them being discovered, of course, but a touch of dominance, Matt melting into it. No, no, he didn't want to disappoint, didn't want to be discovered, Edward jerking him off, his hand already seeming to know just what he needed. Maybe it was more the fact that anything that Edward did to him was exactly what he needed, the skin sliding back and forth on his shaft while pleasure rose and rose.

There was no holding it back with the sun shining down, Edward looming, a shadow that Matt still wanted to look up to. Yet he was already right where he needed to be on the sand, wriggling and squirming, wanting to thrust even with Edward's more dominant free hand pinning his hips in place. He teased him, kept him on the edge, played with him as if he had been doing it for years already, a smile dancing across his lips.

“Ah... Please..."

But he was not cruel, no. He let Matt squirm until he could resist no more, leaning in close and jacking him off swiftly and fervently, as if he had merely been waiting for the right moment. Harder and faster, his hand slid back and forth with a typical sound of flesh on flesh, eyes alight even as Matt could not refrain from cumming, moaning out loud and spilling a deliciously creamy load over Matt's chest.

It could have been embarrassing but it was hard to feel embarrassed at all as Edward's lips crushed hurriedly to his, kissing him deeply, straddling him, his back rounded so that he could still keep masturbating him even as Matt grew too sensitive. The kiss deepened, Edward's hand falling away, the two of them losing themselves in the moment as Matt scraped for breath, his chest shuddering.

“Oh..."

“Ah..." Edward laughed lightly, breaking the kiss. “We should get cleaned up, hm?"

The water had never felt as delicious as it did in that moment, stepping hand in hand into it, naked from head to toe and seeing nothing at all wrong with that. The ocean lapped up around their legs in a trickle and a splash as they stepped deeper and deeper, yet it had only reached their thighs when something pulled at them.

“Hey..."

Matt gulped and looked up but there was something beyond even his comprehension yet to come, grunting as he hunched over, sunshine glancing off his back. Something was wrong and something was right, both at the same time, his lover pressing in close, asking him what was wrong. But Edward wasn't “right" either, something stirring inside him, churning as if it needed to come out, twisting as his back stiffened into a more limited range of motion.

It didn't happen to them both in the same way, Edward's back legs strengthening as he pushed up onto his toes and grew hooves, a ropey tail shooting from the base of his spine while Matt grunted and twisted through a sprouting of grey hair. But it came nonetheless, the words that the woman who had sold them the drinks had said echoing in their minds, even if it was not to do them any good. Their bodies, for the time being, were no longer their own, shifting and pulling, bones cracking without any sense of pain into a new position.

Quadrupeds. No more walking on two legs for them as Matt fell forward too with a splash into the water, salt cascading up his legs and sticking to his fur where the water ran away. When it evaporated, crusty crystals of salt would be left in its wake, but he could not think of that as his neck lengthened, shoulders pushing back to withers and his face bulging out and out and out. If he'd been looking at Edward, he would have seen similar happening to him, knees and hocks shifting into place, losing the use of his fingers as he splashed and grunted on all fours in the water.

Matt shook his head, ears itching, pulling to the top of his skull, though his attention was elsewhere, lips thick and rubbery. No, what he had to focus on was what was between his legs, his shaft pulling back but not disappearing, tucking itself instead into a flesh fold of a sheath, balls resting heavily behind. They thickened up and swelled but Edward was in just the same position, more creature than human, his hide erupted with bristly hair as his tail swung back and forth keenly.

They were no longer human, that much could not be denied, as Edward's cock remained out and hard, pulling into a longer shape, the tip flatter and a medial ring rising halfway down the length. It was mostly pink with light grey shading towards the base where the skin grew a little, faintly, wrinkled, though that was not about to put anyone off as he splashed and flexed it up against his own underbelly.

Donkeys, Edward thought dimly, though his clumsy fingers closing into hooves knew that the moment could not be denied. They were turning into donkeys!

Their transformations seemed to speed up with that realisation, ribs shifting to better hold their larger organs, lungs swelling with the delight of taking bigger, fuller breaths. Edward grunted and brayed, shaking his head, his neck elongating, though not as much as a horse. Even muscles had to layer themselves differently down where they had a new purpose in supporting and encouraging lateral flexibility, his hind end rounding into a powerhouse of a kick.

Matt moaned, head hanging so low that his quivering lips almost brushed the water.

“Uh... Err... What's...happening?"

The words played forth in a donkey language of snorts, nickers and barks, though Edward could understand him perfectly well, his eyes wide. He had no answer for Matt, however, rearing back onto his hind hooves, as wobbly as he was, and squealing.

Kicking out at the sea and the air as his transformation settled over him, a new skin, he fled the water as Matt's transformation finished too, tail stretching out behind in the wake of him as if someone was trying to pull him back. They shook themselves off, a natural manner in which they would have wanted to relive tension, yet something like that that would have shaken off flies was nowhere near enough to understand the enormity of what had happened to them.

“Was it the drinks?"

“Who did this to us?"

“You're a donkey!"

“Why's your dick still out?"

Matt blinked and stepped back, head held high with an edge of white to his rolling eye. That was true but, perhaps, he should not have drawn attention to it as the hard, fleshy rod of Edward's cock twitched and jerked, spilling pre-cum. Though they could no longer speak in a human tongue, the gleam in Edward's eye promised more, the slightly larger donkey snaking his head out to cheekily nip him on the back end.

“Why do you think it's out?"

It required no discussion as Matt grunted and rounded his neck as much as he was able, turning his back on Edward. It was impossible to resist his friend's dominance, quivering where he was. But did that make him gay all around or just a gay donkey? Was there any difference for the two of them anymore?

Anyone visiting the beach would have only seen two donkeys (and perhaps wondered at the clothes left behind on the sand), yet there was no one there, as yet, to bear witness as Edward chuffed and nipped at Matt's hindquarters. He was up and over his friend's back end before he had a chance to change his mind, his cock hard and pushing, hormones out of control and blood pulsing to all the wrong places in his body. It was not natural for a donkey to mount another male but he managed as well as he could, holding Matt in place with a sharp grab to his wither region, cock bowing out as it missed, pressing up to his backside.

“Unff... Please... Do it..."

Edward would not deny him, sinking home, the tip catching and drawing inside, though he did not expect Matt's backside to welcome him in as readily as it did. The hot, tight passage clenched around him in welcome, relaxing to permit him deeper, and the donkey under his four-legged body grunted and gasped, flanks shuddering with need. Matt took him deeper and deeper, his cock sliding home where it belonged, and Edward passionately claimed all that his partner had to give.

He'd never had another cock inside him and yet the feeling was more exotic than even Matt could have imagined, grunting and groaning as the pressure increased. He didn't want to push Edward back out, of course, craving more, always more, yet his hind legs strained to shift apart, to brace and to submit to his partner in the most carnal way possible that his new body knew how. He may have wanted Edward to fuck him, thrusting in deep and hard, testing the limits of his body, more than anything else in the world, but he was still him, who he was, the mind inside entirely Matt and human.

That meant the fun was better even than it would have been otherwise, though it seemed wrong to hold onto humanity when carnal need was so enticing. Blinking, Matt snorted, head dipped, submitting. He didn't need to think, no, not when Edward was there with him, knowing who Edward was but not as the man he had once been. He only saw the donkey, felt the thrusting of his cock, chuffing and grunting and braying for him, the sounds only ones that an animal could make.

Edward shook his head, drifting, the sunshine warming his back. Oh, it was exquisite but, in a moment like that, he no longer felt that he needed his mind either, right where he was supposed to be, everything coming together, softly and sweetly. His hooves scraped through the sand as he too lost the ability to form words and speech-like thoughts, only sensations and emotions that were more animal than human remained.

Was there a little of the man left in there? Well, who was to say on that matter?

Only one, in fact, could tell and she had followed them to see just what her little concoction had done, grinning and shaking her head as the donkeys brayed and squealed, taking their pleasure from one another like the mere animals that they had become.

“See you two..." She laughed, her hands on her hips, braids dipping forward with the tilt of her body. “You're not asses, not totally... But you've really gone and made them out of yourselves!"

It was all just fun for her and, in her case, there would be no consequences for actions. She could jest and joke and mock them for falling so easily into her little trap for they were too caught up in one another to care. All that mattered to the donkeys was the pleasure of the moment, the heady, dominating pull of Edward's teeth on Matt's withers, claiming him, trying to squeeze even more pleasure out of the moment.

Yet he could not hold back, not as he pounded his partner, no longer possessing the human capacity for understanding that it would be more fun if he held back for longer, sawing into that tight hole. All his mind knew was the need to spill his load, to seed his partner full, every last drop going where it belonged.

“Go on – mount him!"

She cheered them on but, to the donkeys, all she was became background noise, Edward's cock pounding in deeper and harder, demanding that that tight hole open up around him. At the point of climax, he had to release Matt's withers in a bray that echoed down the beach, out of sorts with the scene and yet all that he wanted it to be all the same. His seed poured forth and yet Matt was only dimly aware of that too as pleasure coursed through him, moaning in a donkey-like fashion, tipping his head, ecstasy demanding more.

He had to give it to it, knowing that he was the submissive party, though glad too for what he had. Only the moment existed to a donkey like him as his ears wiggled, glancing back at the one on his back who he, at least, recognised as his friend. He didn't know whether there was some or any of his humanity left, only that things were as he wanted them to be, relaxing into the moment as that thick length throbbed within him. His own seed spilt down into the sand, spent but wasted, a noisy human off to the side laughing and observing everything.

“There's no going back for you two."

He didn't understand but neither did he have to as Edward slipped off his back, his cock softening, slowly retreating into its sheath. Matt nuzzled him with a throaty grunt, nose quivering, the whiskers there allowing him to feel out his friend's muzzle in intimate detail even where there was a blind spot in front of his nose. They were imperative for more than one thing as he ducked his head, inspecting curiously the retreating length of the other donkey's cock. He lipped at it but Edward swung around, warning him off, for that area was sensitive and, even to his mind, something to be protected.

Still, they could relax together, side by side and lips drooping with sleep, in the late-afternoon sunshine until their bellies growled and they wandered off in search of food. There would be more time shared between them than ever before, all traces of their old lives and any possibility of returning to it swept from their minds. They didn't need it anymore. Not as donkeys.

Maybe they'd finally got the break they needed, even if not in the way that they wanted. Fate had a funny way of turning things out like that.

Either way, the donkeys had each other, basking in the sunshine while Matt's shaft hung out, half-hard, dozing in relaxation.

All was as it was meant to be.