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"Oh crap," you said as picking up a Mason jar filled with an eerie black, thick sort of potion. You failed to note the lid on the jar as not screwed on evenly, as by holding it to see it, the liquid spilled out, some soaking your shirt, and more splashing on your face.
You turn to the Old Lady proprietor and hold out your hands palms up as if begging to ask her for help. Even as you look into her smirking grin your eyes catch the sight of sprouting hairs on your hands.
A sudden cramp in your fingers knots them into a fist as your sight blurs a little. The stiffness in your neck makes you shake your growing and heavier head.
The woman laughs and so do others nearby as they see a terse young man becoming what such would deserve. You whimper as thoughts begin to surface and one catches one self pawing the ground with a foot.
Enough is enough as a man's firm grip to your right upper arm makes you turn to look. He's also smiling and his soft sounding words brings calming to this moments feelings of uneasiness. The man is coaxing you to go with him and although he is talking in some different language you offer an agreement with a coarse sounding bray.
A shove from the rear as another brash young person pushes this changing thing out of his way. This leaves you with an unhappy sort of feeling but all is quickly forgotten when the man leads you down an aisle between the exhibits.
The swaying tail gives new and wonderful feelings which allures you into even a deeper sense of trust of this nice man. You stop and shake your head as the shudder rattles down your neck, on down your chest, back and butt. You look at the man as one notices he seems taller.
A grip by the man takes a new hold in that tuft of hair on the back of your neck again urges you along. As you plod along your head bobs up and down with each stride. Thoughts of purely satisfied trust fills you and any longing over this entire situation fades away.
At long last you are led to a large wooden structure. Standing as calm as ever, not a care in the world, you look about. A sniff of the air brings new feeling of thrills as yet stiff unknown. The breeze is full on scents which you never noticed before?
Another man comes and greets the kind man who helped you out of that awful predicament. They talk and then your new best friend just walks off as if his profound care for you is over and done. The other man takes a firm hold of your head and in a rough manner slips something up your face and behind your twitching ears.
A click of a rope to the thing put over your face draws your thought and attention back to what's happening then and now. This new man says nothing to you but reaches down picking up a hoof and your leg. A rasp of one big file scrapes over this hoof and the odd feeling races up your leg.
Hoof after hoof is shaved smooth as without a word of apology he reaches a rough hand to grip your big balls. Then at last a word comes from him! The word has some meaning but you struggle to hold both the thought and memory. The word fades and soon you can't remember what he said or even what strange feelings you just experienced.
The man takes the rope in hand and with a tug you follow mindlessly along not a care in the world. As he opens a gate to one dusty corral you look up wondering if this is some holding area before you see the show?
A kick from his boot and you jump ahead into the corral as the gate slams shut behind. Turning your entire body around you glance at the man as he walks away. His odd word rattles about in your mind till at last the cog catches and your weak mind grasps some meaning.
"Jackass!" the man said.
You think this is not a nice word and for some reason you bray your mind's response. Satisfied with your disdained remark you suddenly pick up a scent.
Ears twitch and nostrils quiver, the scent enters you head tickles both nose and fancy. Turning your body rather than just twisting your head seems a new but strange reaction. The off to one corner of the corral stands a group of Donkeys. A sniff of the gentle breeze wafting your way brings suggestions of their gender.
Having met girls before you remember some with strong perfumes but these smells are very exciting indeed. As you lift your head higher to catch the heady scents your upper lips curls around.
Dropping your head in sudden embarrassment, you consider the strange actions now displayed before these lovely young girls. Just then a new and both strange while also wondrous feeling builds between your legs.
Breathing now deeply and faster your body is responding to these females before you. "Erect!, You suddenly notice your dick is getting very hard. Indeed the thing is both straining to bust and is out for all to see. An instinctive half step forward with your forelegs makes the body long and that erection even more thrilling.
Embarrassment and any worry over your dick being in plain sight fades into a deep need for personal satisfaction. The feeling from how your dick was bonking at your thick furred, rounded belly, works at bringing on sensual urges. Up and down the dick as is a cock rises, as swung down forcing a sense of lusting passion to build, and makes your mind think of only personal pleasure.
Stretching her head toward you a female Donkey brays what deep in your mind says is a friendly welcome.
Then she slowly walks closer and as you stand their erect sexually as hell , the female makes her intentions known.
Her soft muzzle strokes down your flanks and stops near that raging hard'on. A lick of her warm and wet tongue stirs your arousal. She then turns her rump to your face and with tail held high and to one side, she twists head head and brays a nice welcome.
Your brain is all a boil with strange thoughts and even crazier desires. A thought of, "When in Rome!" and you let this new yet nice instinctive drive make your body move.
Standing up as high as one could you balance poorly but end up laying over the Donkey's back. Those stiff arms grip her tightly as that erect probe begins it's ritual of searching for both warmth and moistness.
Suddenly your back and entire body stiffens as the mark is found. A pelvic thrust presses that very stiff cock past those coarse lips of sexual pleasure. Down slides your cock, going deep goes your rod, as you think to yourself how it feels so very long. The female donkey uses her vagina to grip your shaft as if a pair of strong hands fondling your male tool.
This grip and the wild passion racing in your mind brings on a new feeling as if the end of your cock just tripled in size. In and back, in and back, down and in, back and then thrusting your cock, as it gives wild feelings of brute passions. Building and building is this passion as your entire body is now in wild lust to spew your seed.
"Wham, wham, and again another wham," is how you think about the exploding feeling of jest upon jets of cum and semen which roars down the length of your long cock. You can't explain the feelings of this your first raw sex with a real animal. A faint word remembered, that of "Zoophilia" rings through your thoughts.
Suddenly you hear words, and turning you look at dozens of faces along the corral fence. Guys, and guys with girls all looking, pointing and laughing at you, "Look at that vile, stupid Jackass, fucking!"
The Donkey female below twitches, arousing up the length of your half stiff cock comes the urge to start again.
"See Marge, even that big Jack there knows the old saying, Never go off half cocked!"Said a young man to his arm clinging girl.
You remain humped over the Donkey's rump as you turn to look at the two young people and ask yourself, "What's so wrong about what comes so natural?"
Written by Adobefats
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