“Hm? I don’t see a problem,” Gwen said with a nefarious grin. “You look amazing with them.”
Jocelyn’s didn’t understand her words, but then it suddenly clicked. Her ears, the noise coming out her mouth. It was exactly like a donkey!
“You… what the hell did you do to me?!” She demanded angrily. She got closer to Gwen and grabbed her tightly by the collar. Despite facing the threat of physical violence, Gwen did not show any worry.
“Well, I wanted to show you the difference between a donkey and an ass,” she stated plainly. “The donkeys are intelligent animals and I can transform myself into a real jenny when I want, it’s my real nature. And I can transform anybody into a donkey too.”
“You bitch! Are you transforming me into a donkey?” Jocelyn snapped, ears now standing up straight in anger and frustration.
“No, that’s the difference. An ass is a spoiled and mean person who always acts like an irrational beast. And many times that person ends up turned into an animal, unfortunately that animal resembles physically a complete donkey.” Gwen explained. “And I just help advance the process of transformation.”
“I don't give a damn..., but you better fix me or I swear I’ll beat you senseless!”
“You sure you’ll be able to?” Gwen asked slyly. Before Jocelyn could respond. Her hands started to tingle. She wasn’t able to see it, but her nails were growing darker, thicker. But it didn’t stop there. Jocelyn was forced to let go of her collar as her fingers seized up in a terrible cramp. She was just in time to see her darker nails start to merge together, her fingers forced to curl back into fists as they seemed to fuse into a thick black mass. She started to hyperventilate as she tried to move her fingers, but to no avail. Soon the mass shaped itself, forming her hands into proper fore-hooves.
“HAAAAAAAAAWWW!” She brayed in terror, ignoring the fact that she made that sound again. After all, that hardly could compare to losing her hands! “M-my hawwwwwnds!” Jocelyn had tear-shot eyes. Then, she looked accusingly at Gwen. “You bastard! Give me back my hands!”
“And have you grab at me again?” she asked. “Even for an ass, I’d rather we not engage in violence.”
“Oh I’ll show you violence! After I- HAAAAAW?!” Jocelyn abruptly stopped after a jolt at the base of her spine made her jump. It was hard to touch anything with her new hooves, but she was able to feel a bump above her butt, causing another bray to escape her mouth. The bump grew out steadily, inch by inch, and Jocelyn looked back in horror as she saw a long, ropy tail snake out under her skirt. Grey fur similar to her ears covered its length, ending in a dark tuft of hair. It flicked and swayed as if having a mind of its own, and a deep blush colored on her face.
“It’s a wonderful feeling to have a tail coming from above your… ass, isn’t it?” Gwen asked mockingly.
For once in her life, Jocelyn wasn’t feeling arrogant or confident. Instead a deep shame coursed through her. No one would take her seriously ever again if they saw her with these ears, hooves, and especially the tail! For a moment, she wondered if life as she knew it was over. Doomed to end up in some freakshow until the day she died. But just as quickly as she fell in despair, defiance once again burned inside her.
“Fucking nerd! Change me back before I seriously whoop your ass! Hooves be damned.”
“My, my,” Gwen said, impressed. “You are really stubborn. Even more than an ass. Although, we could use some more work on your appearance.”