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Night of the Donkey

It's hard to tell if the theme to the décor in the room was supposed to be rustic or industrial. The floor is hardwood, but unfinished. The walls are like a log cabin: stacks of polished, dark stained trunks. The heavy old bed in the middle of the room seems out of place, but it's the only place to sit, even if it's weirdly short. The whole place is a bit chilly, and I'm tempted to wrap the navy top sheet around my naked body just to keep warm.

The door slams open like a gunshot, leaving me clenching the blue sheet against my naked body as she strides in, door bouncing back and slamming behind her. Her heavy hooves clack against the wooden floor, tail flicking as she strides purposely towards me, a heavy, worn leather sack thrown over her shoulder like Santa's disgruntled cousin. Leather is the only thing she's wearing as well. Thick black straps twist over her dusty grey fur, wrapping around her pert breasts, spidering down in glossy webs that creak as she walks. Heavy metal rings connect and punctuate the ensemble, one hung directly over her crotch, framing the dark lips of her equine femininity.

There's no time for me to ogle. She lets the bag fall behind her with a heavy thud, looking down at me, wide nostrils flaring dismissively at the end of her rounded muzzle.

I instinctually pull the sheet a little closer against me as she snorts. Her heavy three-fingered hand shoves my shoulders, toppling me backwards as I shout. She plants her open palms against my chest, grabbing the sheet before ripping it away and letting it flutter to a heap on the floor.

There's no praise in her eyes as she looks down at me. The jenny easily lifts one hoof onto the bed, stepping over me, straddling my midriff, dark equine eyes fixed on me as heat rises to my cheeks. Her warm fur is prickly one way and smooth the other, punctuated by the sensation of her warm, supple leather harness dragging against my bare skin. It feels like I should say something, but there's no time. She bends down over me and presses her supple lips against my own.

Her equine tongue is thick and rough, grinding in past my gums as her heavy velveteen lips knead against my own. I groan against her as her tongue fills up the space in my mouth until my eyes water, swabbing into my small human maw. Her polished dark hoof-fingers grip in at my chest, sliding up, squeezing at the edges of my neck before grinding roughly up my cheeks. Her tail whaps about irritably between my legs, brushing at my shaft. My squeak of surprise is muffled by her swabbing tongue as her hard fingers pinch in at my ears.

I squirm as she rolls my ears against her wide fingers, tugging and stroking as heat flushes up in my face. It tingles, discomfort bleeding into pleasure as she pulls. My cartilage creaks and a prickling wave runs up my spine, short brown fuzz creeping up my ears. She kneads away all the whorls and contours, tongue swabbing against my own as my jaws hang open from the sensation. Muscles that I didn't know I had tense, my growing ears flicking against her grasp. She doesn't seem to like that, gripping in harder, making me groan into her muzzle before returning to lightly stroke up and curl my long velveteen ass' ears.

She pulls back from the kiss, tongue running over her lips as she looks down at me. I can't tell if she's disappointed or proud as I reach up and feel my new animal ears gingerly, surprised as they flick away automatically at my touch. Either way, she plants her hands on me and pulls herself forwards, letting her weight rest on my chest. She's heavy, making it hard to get a full breath, but she doesn't pull back. Instead, she thrusts her hips forward, grinding the taut edges of her dark, animal pussy against my face.

My heart races, cock jerking as her bristly tail whips back against it. I pant as her fingers pull up on my chin, my nose grinding against her cleft, chin now pressed against the heavy metal ring framing her crotch. She raises her other hand, licking between her fingers lewdly, making eye contact and raising a brow. Not knowing what else to do, I stretch out my tongue, fleshy tip barely dragging across the edge of her equine pussy.

She sighs and looks at her fingers with evident boredom before wrapping her hand around the back of my head and jerking me closer, ramming her hips against me. My surprise is muffled as her swollen labia pulses against my lips. I lap out again, tongue dividing her folds, tasting her salty lust as she wickers. It's easier and easier to ignore the pressure of her sitting on my chest as her scent blooms in my nose, my body beginning to creak larger.

Every time I inhale, my nostrils flare, pulling further apart, my face creaking, pushing out against her. My lips thicken, gripping against her slickening femininity as her thighs squeeze around my trapped face. She lets out a guttural sigh, hands caressing over the top of my head, gathering up my hair into a dark band that prickles down my neck. My head creaks and throbs larger, lips feeling loose and rubbery, teeth thickening in my maw as I grind my swelling tongue up across her cleft, parting her folds, flicking over the thick, pulsing nub of her clit.

She grunts, grabbing in at my ears, yanking me closer, rocking her hips against me as her pussy twitches and clenches against my tongue. Her lips peel back, tail flickering against my bare skin as she huffs in pleasure. I can't help myself, her lust almost hypnotic, coaxing me to lap in harder, my tongue swelling, top becoming rough, grinding against her sensitive, salty flesh. My dark nostrils flare out as I press in tighter, tongue flush against her clenched inner orifice, straining against it before she suddenly pulls back, scowling down at me like I've done something wrong.

I groan as she shoves down, pushing herself up off of me, hooves on either side of my head as she looks down on me with a dominant twinkle in her eye. She steps off the bed easily with her long legs, landing with a heavy clop. I look down over my body, eyes crossing as they focus on the rounded tip of my growing snout. A patch of light brown fur blooms out from my chest where she'd been sitting, a tingling wave that creeps up towards my neck and down my belly. I reach up and feel the bristly mane on my neck, following it up towards my swiveling ears.

I'm so distracted by my body changing that I jump when she leans in over the bed towards me, a solid red rubber ball clenched in her hand, black straps dangling from it. I look up at her as she leans in, pressing her mouth against mine. My increasingly equine lips grasp automatically at her own as her tongue slides back into my muzzle, but is quickly replaced as she shoves the gag between my growing teeth. My question comes out as a gargled groan, the red orb in the way of my swelling tongue as she buckles the clasp behind my neck, the rubbery bands pulling the ball snug between my open jaws.

I reach up to touch the polished, thick rubber gag, feeling the coolness of the spittle dripping from the corner of my lips, but she slaps my hand away with her hard fingers, rapping against my knuckles. She clicks her tongue, shaking her head, leaning back down to her bag and pulling out two heavy, studded leather cuffs each connected to a dangling lead. She works as if she's done this a thousand times, slapping the bands around my wrists, pulling them tight, and then draping the short leads over the rounded posts at the head of the bed.

I pull against the restraints, the bed creaking but not giving an inch, my arms pulled up beside my head, hanging a few inches off the sheets. She smirks at me, lifting her knees onto the bed and placing her heavy hands against my own. I groan out into the gag, staring up at her breasts, but unable to move any closer. She squeezes at my digits, and I wince at the creak as my fingers merge and my thumb thickens, nails growing dark and heavy, taking over the final segments of my three polished hoof-fingers. The cuffs feel even tighter as the changes seep up my wrists, muscles bulging under my bristling glossy fur as it courses over me.

My cock pulses, neglected save for the few hints of wispy contact as her tail flicks against it, a cooling bead of pre welling up and dripping down the side. I need more, but there's no way to reach, no way to hurry things along. My muffled protestations only make her smile. She pinches my nipples, kneading in at my chest as it barrels out, muscles straining under her touch as I pull at my cuffs and writhe. The pinky toe of one of my pedaling feet brushes against her side, catching against one of the straps of her harness and she pulls back, muzzle crinkling as she shakes her head at me.

I didn't mean to, but I can't apologize, the gag and cuffs making speech and even pantomime impossible as she steps off the bed and returns to her bag. I can see her ears perk up as she finds what she's looking for, pulling out a heavy collar and two larger cuffs, all made of supple leather with brass buckles. She bops a heavy finger over the top of my muzzle, a mild admonishment for my misdeeds. Then suddenly she's wrapping the leather band around my neck, strapping it on loose, turning the dangling metal ring to the front. The other two cuffs she straps just over my knees, buckling them on before bringing two worn straps and connecting my raised thighs to my collar.

The supple leather pulls at my neck as I try to move my legs. I can't put them down, the only possible position is to keep them spread, knees to either side, leaving my growing body completely exposed at the foot of the bed. My blunt teeth gnaw at the tough, tasteless silicone of the gag. My rounded nostrils flare in my vision, muzzle creaking out, pulling the gag even tighter. She steps back to admire her handywork before slapping against my exposed rump with the back of her hand. I grunt into my gag, loose, animal skin tightening, cuffs pulling all over my body as all I can to is rock to show my surprise.

Seemingly pleased with my response, she stands at the foot of the bed between my spread legs, grinning down at me. I can't help but feeling a little pride well up inside of me despite my predicament. It's like she's turning me into a work of fine art. She caresses my legs, running her smooth fingers down from my knees, holding my foot up in front of her muzzle. I snort, trying to suppress a giggle as her warm breath tickles the sole of my foot. Her fingers wrap around my ankle, squeezing as the joint creaks and pulls tighter. My entire body tenses, cuffs pulled tight as she licks over the top of my foot, snorting before her wriggling lips take my toes into her balmy maw.

My laughter comes out as strangled brays. My foot twists in her muzzle, nails thickening and merging together, bones crunching, tendons stretched taut. The clack of her teeth against me resonates up through my legs as she pulls back, letting my heavy black equine hoof hang as she moves towards completing my other foot as well. I shudder, watching the muscles of my thighs bulge under the wave of glossy brown fuzz that covers them, skin twitching as my foot slides out of her mouth as a solid, gleaming hoof at the end of my slender, powerful equine legs.

Her hands grip in at my fetlocks as she smiles, whip-like tail swishing behind herself as she kneels at the edge of the bed, hot breaths puffing against my thighs. I try to move, but all struggling does is pull at my neck, my legs lifted up, ass framed for her as she leans in. I gasp as her warm breath puffs against my balls. She snuffles in, hot breath huffing before her flexible lips wrap around one of my testicles. I shudder, hands pulling at the straps tying me to the corners of the bed. I haww out in an animal wheeze as she sucks in, the fur on my legs bristling up, sensations half way between ticklish and overwhelming, heat pulsing below my shaft.

My cock jerks, pre leaking from the tip as her lips pull tighter. I huff out, watching as she lets my sodden, furry testicle slide from her lips, dwarfing my other even as she nibbles at the other side of my scrotum. She sucks in and pulls, gently enough, but the fact that I can't stop her makes it excruciating, the tingling pleasure jolting through me as my balls swell in her mouth, pulsing, churning with equine need. Her tongue laps up, dividing my dark, heavy sack, letting my balls pat down as she rests her chin between my legs, pressing my cock back against me, licking at my navel mischievously as I writhe.

She pulls back languorously, pink tongue grinding against me. She winks, lowering herself before all I can see is her ears twitching in anticipation at the foot of the bed. I try to crane my head to see more, but only end up pulling at the straps connected to the collar around my neck. My breath catches in my throat as I feel her breath huffing out against me a second before her wide, wet tongue scrapes out, sliding up the crack of my ass and swirling around against my bared anus. My arms pull taut as I strain against her, heat rushing between my legs. She laps in again, licking all the way up to my swollen, equine balls, pulling them up and letting them pat back against me as my cock jerks and I buck up with my hips.

I can do nothing to stop her as she makes out with my ass, wet sloppy strokes painting my clenching ring in bursts of warm pleasure. My flesh pulses under her ministrations, pink darkening into a deep brown as my hips creak out and widen. There's nothing for me to grab onto as her broad tongue presses against my clenched pucker, spreading wide as she sinks inside of me, clasps on my cuffs jangling as I twist. I squeeze down against her as she wriggles inside of me, muscular contractions pulling tighter and tighter as my asshole swells to equine prominence, dark edges turning plump as they quiver.

A creaking pressure builds up inside me, my flesh bulging just under my straining ass.

Her breath puffs cold against my sodden balls as she pumps into me. She grinds two fingers against the bottom of my ass, spreading my cheeks below her mouth. Her thumb presses in and I see sparks in my vision, my spine creaking, new sensations whizzing up through me as I writhe. She pinches in at the straining, fleshy nub, caressing the bristly black fur sprouting before grabbing in and yanking. I wheeze out, biting hard into the rubbery heft of the gag, my body wracked with the ratcheting pops as my new tail is pulled out, vertebrae by vertebrae.

My ass clenches harder against her pumping tongue, muscles stretching to one side and then the other, tugged into existence by my tail. I'm pulling against her grasp, I can't help it, clenching around her warm tongue as my new rope-like tail snakes about between her fingers.

She slides her tongue back, painting around the bulging edges of my prominent equine pucker. I think this is going to offer me some respite, but her other hand reaches between my legs, giving my swelling balls a teasing squeeze before tracing a hard digit up the side of my straining shaft. It's tortuous, enough to feel good, but not enough to satisfy me, even as I rock my hips against her hand.

All the blood in my body pulses towards my crotch, my nerves blazing as she grips around the base of my shaft. I jerk at my cuffs as she squeezes, rubbing my sensitive skin between her fingers until the sensations begin to shift. My skin stretches further, loose in her grasp, a dark roll of flesh welling out under her fingers as she kneads. I hiss through my nose as she insistently pulls up at my forming sheath, jerking it and letting it pull back like tough dough. My cock is dwarfed, pulling back as I writhe, but not for long.

She lets my tail go as I lash fitfully against her breasts. Cradling my balls in her hand, she squeezes them insistently together, tongue scraping across my anus as she squeezes and slowly pumps at my changing maleness. One finger slips into my heavy sheath, mashing against the head of my cock as it pulses out longer, just as her tongue presses in behind me. She pinches my rounded head into a bulging flare. I bray out in wheezing need through the gag, my cock swelling thicker as it presses out further, brushing up past my navel as her fingers slide insistently over the soft skin. The pink tip leads down to dappled blotches of brown and eventually my solid mahogany colored sheath.

The heft of my shaft bobs against the short fur of my belly. Her lips grab in at the raised edges of my asshole as her hand constricts around the center of my mammoth cock. I snort out hot jagged breaths, eyes rolling back in my head as she raises up a defined, sensitive ring in the center of my equine spire, a small ridge that's almost as sensitive as my leaking flared head that jerks every time she slaps it against my glossy fur.

I need more, rocking, arching my back as she teases the flat head of my shaft, lapping up from my heavy balls as she pushes herself up and stands over me. The only stimulation I can get is when my throbbing shaft rubs against my belly, leaking out clear need as my eyes follow her, drool leaking from the edges of my stuffed muzzle. She leans over and gives me a teasing peck between my flaring nostrils as I wriggle. She then bends down and returns to rooting around in her worn leather bag.

Her face splits into a grin. Her ears perk up and mine pull back as she stands up. It looks like some kind of snake at first, but it's much more familiar, a long purple shaft with a flared head, a thick ring around the middle, and a rubbery base with clips and buckles. She hooks the contraption to the ring in front of her crotch, shuddering as the molded rubbery material rubs against her, artificial length jutting out, a few inches larger and thicker than my own equine maleness.

I gulp as she steps up onto the bed over my head, watching her synthetic length wobble menacingly as she reaches towards the sides of my head. She pulls the gag tight for a second before unclipping the buckle. The tension lets up and I gain the blessed freedom to close my mouth, blunt teeth clacking together as it falls from my lips. As I lick my thick tongue over my surprisingly flexible lips, she kneels backwards over me, bending down to huff a hot breath against the head of my maleness as the bulging head of her own shaft presses insistently against my cheek.

Having only just regained the use of my mouth free from any silicone impediments, I'm reluctant to reciprocate. However, she's very persuasive. Her grasping, velvety lips nibble up the side of my shaft, teasing as a squealing bray erupts from me.

I need it. I need more.

She looks back at me expectantly.

I take a deep breath, turning my head slightly and giving the flared head of her shaft an experimental lick. It has no flavor, just a cool yielding rubbery texture and a smell like vinyl. She nickers out encouragement, running her tongue against the raised ring in the center of my equine cock. She stops again and looks back at me expectantly. I swallow heavily, grabbing at the head of her shaft with my lips. She rocks her hips and presses the flat head into my muzzle. The cuffs tighten around my wrists. I can't stop her, but thankfully, she doesn't slam into me all at once.

She lifts up my cock in her palm, running her tongue around the edges of my flared tip as I groan out mouth widening enough for her to rock forwards, her wobbling shaft sliding in to grind at the back of my throat. I gurgle, teeth dimpling the smooth molded purple. Her tail swishes side to side as she daintily nibbles at my sensitive, flat cockhead while her shaft squelches against the back of my throat. I huff in through my nose, the silicone wriggling in my maw, lips gripping at it, desperately trying to find some purchase. She slides in deeper, medial ring sliding through my lips. I stare up at her, slickness leaking from the edges of her clenching pussy as the purple base mashes back against her. I can smell it with every breath, her arousal tangible, sinking into my senses, making my cock jerk and pulse, stiff with need.

She slides in deeper, making my throat muscles seize, panic welling up inside me before she pulls back.

I pant, ears folded back, trying to catch my breath. She pats one of my suspended thighs as if congratulating me, bending down and fishing out a clear plastic bottle from her bag. She pops off the cap and douses her entire purple shaft like she was dribbling syrup on a stack of pancakes. She doesn't seem to care as it splatters down everywhere on the rough wooden floor as she tosses the empty bottle, letting it clatter to the ground behind her.

She puts her hands on her hips and looms over me, licking her lips as she glances down between my spread legs at my bared equine donut. I swallow heavily, tail batting nervously as she rests her hands on my knees, spreading me even wider. Her cool, slick shaft slaps down against my own, making me bray at the sensitivity, my own slickness welling out as she slides backwards. My heart races as she pulls back like a bassist bowing one suspenseful note. Her wide flare jostles my swollen balls as the tip slides down to press against my dark, equine asshole. My tail flicks about wildly while she shifts her hips, the massive flare rubbing up against me, pressure building as my pucker clenches, heat blooming out through me as the slickness paints against my tight hole.

I strain, spread thighs pulling at the collar around my neck, leather creaking. Her motions are precise and insistent as she rocks her hips, smashing that rubbery equine head against me. Hot twinges of pressure take my breath away.

There's no way that mammoth, equine monstrosity could fit inside of me. This just has to be some kind of show.

My heavy fingers grind against each other like polished marble, clenched into fists as she nickers down at me like she can read my mind.

She presses down, butterflying my knees outwards, letting her weight carry her forwards. Sparks fizzle in my vision, my breath coming out with a ragged haww as her flat pliable tip stretches my ass wider and wider, pleasure mixed with the threat of pain. Then, with a decisive shove, she grinds that flat, distended head inside of me with a sloppy squelch. My cock jerks against my belly as my ass wrenches down at the pliant length only to be spread wide again by the rubbery insistence. Pleasure lances out, the heat rising as she thrusts in slightly deeper, my eyes flying wide and tail thrashing as I can't help but clench in again and again.

Her breasts jostle, harness creaking against her body as she bucks her hips, thrusts sliding back and slamming in deeper, harder, lewd squelches audible over my braying keens. My ass goes wild, any pain lost in the mix of slick, tight contractions. I want to cum, pressure boiling inside of me, my balls pulling up, but even with the bristling of my fur against my shaft, it's just not enough. I squeal as she presses against something inside of me that makes my eyes water, stuffed pleasure blooming out from my insides as the toy's medial ring squelches into my ass.

Her nostrils flare, lips pulled back in a manic grin as she leans down, hands planted on either side of my hips before she begins to thrust in earnest. Every time she slams in, she pulls herself closer to me, muscles in her arms tightening against my sides as I writhe under her. The clasps of the straps clack against the rings in my collar and cuffs as I grit my teeth and grunt, abused ass wrenching around her.

Her dark eyes make contact with my own, staring into my soul as she grinds forwards without stopping, sinking deeper and deeper into my twisting insides until the heavy metal ring of her harness butts against me. I'm so full, my insides stuffed to the brim with slick equine cock. She bumps into me again and again, rocking our hips together, my ass clamping around the base of her shaft as my tail bats around furiously.

She shivers, dusty fur bristling up, tail standing straight out as her pussy clenches and leaks out pungent rivulets of female pleasure that roll down her toned thighs. As she shakes against me, she reaches in, heavy hand wrapping around my shaft and squeezing. The contact is almost too much. A honking cacophony rings from me, my lips peeling back as I'm washed away on a wave of need: so very close.

She smiles, pulling back for a second, watching me squirm. But then her hand returns and slowly pumps down my aching shaft.

I've earned this.

She pulls up, squeezing in under the flared head of my maleness, her other hand mashing against my taut balls as my eyes turn back in my head, my tail stands straight out, my cock arcs, and the heat bubbles up inside me. My climax slams over me as I erupt, strings of white hot jizzm raining down and slapping against my chest and chin. With every pressured jolt, my ass clenches in around her, clamping down over and over. She doesn't stop, stroking down over my shaft as I bray out, drawing in heeing, ragged breaths as ecstasy rocks through my bound body. My salty seed splashes down over my face and into my open lips as she rams into me again and again, our bodies rocking together in an endless loop of ceaseless lust.

My cock feels warm and heavy by the time she slows, seeping out a few last dribbles of equine seed. She runs a finger over a spatter on my chest and brings it up to her lips, suckling on it and looking down at me with a knowing wink. I bite my lip as she pulls back, inch after inch of her purple cock sliding out of me, followed by the head with a squelching pop. My gaping equine ass squeezes at nothing for a few seconds before finally trembling shut after it.

She unclamps the toy from herself, letting it fall to the ground with a heavy thack. She then reaches in and undoes the clasps connecting my knees to my collar.

I sigh out, tension melting from my body as I'm finally allowed to relax, my spine creaking as I lay my hooves out so that they dangle off the edge of the bed. She lies down on the bed next to me, pulling her warm body in close. I try to draw her closer, but my hands are still bound to the bedposts. Regardless, it's nice to just lie there in still silence and feel her fur brush against my own as we both breathe.

My eyelids are heavy, endorphins still rushing through my system as I relax. The bed creaks. She leans over and plants a kiss against my lips before pushing herself up and stepping off the bed.

I assume she's going to help me up. Instead her clopping footsteps echo before she flicks off the lights, leaving me in the darkness, my cooling cum drenching my fur. There's a spreading beam of light as she opens the door, turning back and winking before stepping through and closing it.

If I had any energy left, I'd complain.

But instead, I chuckle, eyelids falling shut, cuffs still snug around my wrists as I fall into much needed sleep.