A quick swipe of his big burly hand, Rudy took the bottle of wisky from Madame'. A glint of his eye to those he knew in the crowd and up went the bottle.
Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug!
Rudy smiled looking at the bottle now empty. He winked at his friends in the crowd on onlookers. Then turning to Madame he smiled and let loose a girgling routondus burp.
As he looked at Madame her face told him something was wrong. She was happy and smiling at him as if the draining of the bottle was just what she had in mind for one such as him.
"Whaaaat!" said Rudy as his word mixed with another burp.
"You win!" said Madame' Illusia with another of her evil grins.
"Well bring on my prize!" yelled Rudy as another burp issued from his mouth.
Behind Madame opened a curtain at the far rear of the open stage. There standing in a row was five Donkey Jacks. Stephen stood to one side and had by him a large crate made of wooden 2x6's.
"What?" asked Rudy his wits now feeling the stimulation from what he just drank.
"You as so many before you came up here wishing to show the world how they'd toy with Madame'. So many thought themselves worthy and found I don't get fooled too often. As the boys who have found their new lives as Jackasses, they long for yet another of their kind. You Rudy shall be gifted to bring their dream into a true reality!" said Madame as she took her black wand from a hip pocket in her gown.
"You said I'd get a prize!" grumped Rudy as he took two steps backwards toward the steps leading into the audience.
"Prize, Rudy you are the prize!" says Madame' as she points her wand directly at Rudy's nose.
Rudy's eyes got wide with fear as his mind reeled at the possiblities of just what Stehpen was standing next to, that rugged crate.
As the lights on the stage dimmed wleaving just Rudy under a bright white spotlight he moaned his fate.
Looking out into the dark audience he put out his hands to the friends he so boldly left. He tried to speak but from his lips came strange sounds. As he stood there feeling foolish his back humped up and his legs spread wide apart.
Walking from out of the dark came Madame' her wand pointing at Rudy. Closer it came till the white tipped end of the wand touched Rudy's runny nose.
"Rudy, Rudy, Rudy, just look to the rear of the stage." says Madame.
A row of backstage spotlights floods down light on the five Jackasses standing looking egar as hell.
"You want those nice boys to learn their manners as true Jackasses, don't you now Rudy." says Madame.
Rudy nods his head slowly up and down agreeing with Madame.
"You don't want your friends to think your not a friendly type! Be now friendly, offer yourself to those boys and bring out their real desires, they long to be virile males." beckons Madame.
Walking with very stiffening legs Rudy starts toward the line of Donkey Jacks. As Stephen unlocks a door to one side of the big crate the line of Jacks turns to face that way. A stage light comes on to one side of the boy Jacks showing their male selves out long, hard, and tips flared super erect.
Step by step as Rudy draws closer to the crate his clothes begins to rip. His shirt was first and then popping away his motorcycle buckle. As he shook off his shirt only dark shadowy was his form to the eyes of the audience.
The five egar Jackasses saw much more beginning to bray with anticipation.
Rudy shook his addalled head as a brain now loaded with tainted whisky had him tight in the evil clutches of Madame. It was as his ears spouted up long and furry that the audience caught what was happening to Rudy. Laugher, catcalls, and applause roared up as those vile souls lusted for yet another to find his bestial self.
Rudy placed his right hand on the edge of the crate trying his utmost not to step into it.
"GO ahead suilly man, your days as a man are now over! In, into the crate yo step and with it loose your manhood, to be for these fine boys their hearts most wonderous dream." chids Madame.
"Haw Ho!" moans Rudy to Madame.
"Go ahead, step in for what you think yo want to save is now gone! Rudy, Rudy, Rudy, you are just about the most perfect Jenny Donkey I or any of my Jackass friends, have ever seen. Your lips are juicy with welcome and even your shaking body tells of the Donkey lusts you now feel. In, step in and help these fine boys learn what it is they need to know to be true to form, real, and lusty JACKASSES!" beckons Madame.