The wire fence surrounded a donkey sanctuary called “Pleasure Island”.
“See?” said Samantha with a weird smile on her face pointing to the other side of the fence. “There? The lights of the party? That white tent in the backyard? All the guests must be there and we can sneak in there, we only have to climb over, cross to that building and we are in.”
“That building is a stable...” pointed out Miranda.
“So? Are you scared of some horses?”
“Before getting out of the car I saw a sign that said "Donkey Sanctuary". It must be this place and therefore there are only donkeys, perhaps also mules. And they can be dangerous in fact.”
“Then don’t wake them up!” Samantha put a foot through a hole in the wire mesh fence and looked back at us. “Let’s go!”
We didn’t move, I looked directly at Samantha.
“It’s just a stupid party, I don’t think it’s worth all this trouble.” Charlotte was rubbing her hands.
“Yeah, maybe we should go back home, make a jug of margaritas and watch some TV show...”, said Miranda.
“FUCK OFF!” yelled Samantha with a judgemental glare. “We are going to climb this fence and get into that party, we are going to have fun and I will screw a guy in the bathroom, OK? We aren’t going home to watch TV like some... lame... grannies!” her voice broke slightly. “We aren’t grannies... I’m not! You can stay here if you want, but I’m going in!”
After leaving us speechless she began to climb the fence as if she weren’t a 50-year-old woman.
Miranda shook her head.
“Good grief...!” Miranda said, smirking as she began to climb the fence too, right behind Samantha, but Miranda stopped for a moment to protest when she looked up at her. “SHIT! You could have warned me that you aren’t wearing panties!”
Samantha was already at the top of the fence.
“You are scared of donkeys AND pussies? You have one too, you know?” Samantha laughed.
“Maybe, but I can pass on seeing your beef cake.”
Samantha dropped down on the other side of the fence.
“Somebody is going to eat that cake today!”
I also found myself chuckling and shaking my head, after a long sigh I began to climb the fence as well, but first I took a look back at Charlotte.
“Look, the most likely thing is that security will catch us and kick us out for making a scene, so it’s fine if you don’t want to come, we’ll talk tomorrow, OK?”, I told her.
Charlotte’s face moved through a bunch of expressions and a couple of colors, ending on red indignation.
“I’m not going to stay behind! I’m not lame or a granny or a lame granny!” Exclaimed Charlotte. Then, she began to climb behind me, we all felt that teenage rush in our chests.
I jumped down on the other side of the fence, pulling down my dress’s skirt, shortly after that Charlotte landed on her ass at my side.
“AUCH!” Charlotte yelled.
“Shh...!” whispered Miranda. “You are going to get us caught!”
“Sorry...”
I helped Charlotte up, we nodded at each other and began to cross through the dark towards those damn stables.
Halfway there Charlotte squealed, making us stop.
“YAAAAAAAAAG!”
“What now...?” Samantha looked at her, frowning and exasperated.
“I stepped in some poop!” sobbed Charlotte. “My heel is ruined!”
“That’s donkey shit...” mumbled Miranda.
I looked at her.
“What, are you some donkey expert?”
Miranda shrugged.
“We are near a donkey stable, is it really that rare?”
“I was just joking...”
“Can we move already?” Samantha was getting annoyed.
“But what about my heel?” babbled Charlotte.
“Just take it off and stop making so much noise!”, yelled Samantha.
I had to help Charlotte limp all the way to the entrance of the stables, I was expecting the door to be closed, but...
“It’s open!” confirmed Samantha, showing some joy as she pushed the door and took a look inside. “Open and clear, not a single stupid donkey in sight.”
She went inside, we followed, on the solid floor of the stable I didn’t have to help Charlotte.
“Don’t slack.” said Samantha, already walking towards the door at the other side.
Every single stall was empty.
“Isn’t weird that there’s not a single donkey inside the stalls in the middle of the night?” Miranda wondered about that as we walked between them.
"Maybe it's abandoned," I shrugged.
Then, and for the third time that night, Charlotte called out for our attention, but this time with a chuckle instead of a cry.
“Hey, Carrie!” she said. “This donkey has the same name as you! Isn’t that something?”
Miranda and I shared glances before going over to her.
“What the actual fuck...?” I gasped breathlessly.
On the stall’s nameplate I expected to see the name Carrie written, that’s not such a weird name for a female donkey, at least I don’t think so... but no, my full name was on the plate: Caroline Marie Bradshaw.
It even had a number that just happened to be exactly my age.
I had put a hand on my chest.
“That’s not funny...!” I gasped.
Miranda had turned even paler than usual at my side, she was covering her mouth and pointing at the plate in the stall near... mine... it said Miranda Hobbes.
“Not funny at all!” Miranda mumbled.
Samantha was struggling with the door at the end of the hallway.
Charlotte, having become aware that her discovery wasn’t fun at all, began to look around in panic and on the plates of the stalls just behind us found what she feared: Charlotte York-Goldenblatt and Samantha Jones.
Our mouths dropped open.
“This is... This is just some sick joke... isn’t it?” Charlotte begged as if we could give her some mercy.
“Hey girls! Can you stop doing nothing and come here to help me open this damn door?!” yelled Samantha, she had a foot on the door and was pulling the handle with both hands.
She stopped when the door behind us closed with the loudest of dooming slams.
Miranda and Charlotte and I looked back at the closed door as if hope itself had died.
Samantha stopped trying to open her door, she pulled down her skirt slightly, the lips of her vagina still a little visible between her legs as she walked back with us.
“What’s going on?” she asked, stunned by our expressions. “The wind closed the door... that’s all... no?”
I haven’t been able to talk about this with my three friends, mostly because we can’t talk anymore, not as humans communicate at least, but I think it was right at that moment that we all felt the same thing at the same instant.
The trembling of the skin, hairs rising up, a painful heartbeat and tightening of the cunt.
How hatefully dense was the silence of that breath holding second before our lives were forever crushed away in such an unfair manner.
We took a couple of steps apart from each other, knowing that the others were feeling it too but not daring to ask, Charlotte was already sobbing, grabbing her side.
“HEY!” yelled Samantha, still walking towards us. “Please, tell me what’s going on...!”
Her cheeks were bright red, it was the heat, her steps made her stumble to the left, she put a hand on a stall door to hold herself while she raised her skirt with the other.
“What’s going on?!” she groaned as we saw her mature meaty pussy leaking between her trembling legs - the same sexual juices that were soaking our panties. “I can’t... hold...”
Samantha began to finger her soaked cunt in front of us and we could only blush.
“So hot! So good!” her voice shook with pleasure.
“This is... not right...” I said, trying to wave the hand pulling the bust of my dress. “We have to leave this damn place, quick...!”
“You’re right...” whispered Miranda, but when I looked at her I saw that she was leaning against a stall with a hand inside her pants.
“Charlotte...!” I saw that Charlotte had just laid herself down on the floor in a fetal position.
I couldn’t see her face, but I heard the intense rubbing.
I had pulled out one of my stiff but small nipples without noticing, mesmerized by the heat, one of my fingers played around with it, what else could I do?
Leaning against the stall with my name I let myself slide all the way down, biting my lips as I sat with my legs spread, I proceeded to pull up my dress’s long skirt and slide my fingers inside my vaginal passageway.
Slippery sounds, rubbing, gasps, moaning... loud snorts...
We wasted a lot of time talking about sex, about how much we like it, about how much more we want... but can you believe that until that cursed night we hadn’t done anything sexual together?
I found it hard to believe, even more so after I stopped being a woman.
Samantha had bent her knees and had half her fist inside her vagina, neck bent back as she shouted at the stable ceiling.
“OOOOOOOH! GOOOOOD LOOOOOOORD!”
Orgasms were reached one after the other, but it didn’t give us relief.
“Why doesn’t it stop?” shouted Samantha, trembling. “This is not right!”
“I already said that!” I yelled as my pussy clamped around my soaked fingers and vibrated all up my spine. “There’s something wrong... With us...”
A loud snort as Miranda shook her head.
“Not with us, this place, it must be this place... It’s... claiming us...”
Charlotte was getting down on all fours, both hands in her crotch.
“Please!” Charlotte begged. “Please tell me one of you has a damn giant dildo! PLEEEE-EEEEEEE-HAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
The stretching of her voice into that inhumane sound scared her even more than it did us, she reluctantly moved a hand from her cunt to cover her mouth.
“Shit... FUUUUUUUUCK!” protested Samantha. “My cunt!”
Bodies hurt, muscles ached.
Samantha’s mature throbbing vagina clenched and opened around her fingers, it widened enlarged by a pulsating wave of changes that twisted it, it became a large prominent animalistic mount of flesh in her crotch. It was also darkening.
“My cunt! My cunt!” Samantha yelled in disbelief at the sight of her large inhumane pussy. “Is this an allergic reaction or something?!”
I wasn’t sure if that was a question or a plea, but Miranda answered.
“No...” Miranda was leaning across her stall, bending her back, one hand on the door, the other lowering her pants. “It’s worse!”
She was the first of us to figure it out, she pulled down her pants and panties, showing her thin pale ass to everyone.
“Aaaaaaagh! Dammit!” I shouted.
Her buttocks trembled and expanded, her anus pushed out, visible, round, black and as swollen as Samantha’s cunt and clearly way beyond anything womanly.
I noticed that her ears were becoming long and pointy, I touched mine.
All of our ears were lengthening until they reached a length of 2 feet. Later, a thin layer of fur began to grow on them.
It was terrible and the heat was only getting worse, pushing myself straight against my stall I bent my legs to get my feet closer, they had been hurting for a while.
With some effort I removed the shoe and made a closer examination of my foot, I pressed it with all my fingers, it was numb, but not cold.
I wiggled my toes, trying to regain control, but that just made me scream.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”
It wasn’t a scream of pain, it didn’t hurt at that moment, it was more the impact of seeing my middle toe swelling and elongating beyond my foot, a big toe with an even bigger nail, a nail that soon started to darken in front of my eyes.
A hoof.
My feet were turning into hooves as I felt my anus expanding in my ass and my inflated pussy chewing at my panties.
Charlotte was down on all fours with her big nippled boobs hanging out freely, clearly panicking more than all three of us combined, her teeth seemed larger with each breath. Her long dark brunette hair turned into a long donkey mane.
“We are... turning... into freaking... donkeeeeEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAWWW!” she yelled at the top of her lungs as her whole face clearly cracked and pushed outwards into a muzzle.
We couldn’t argue with her brays and not only because we were crazy horny and changing. It was obvious what was happening to our bodies even if it didn’t make any sense.
Donkeys.
Goddammit.
I hate donkeys, totally despise them, stupid animals.
When I was a little girl, my parents took me to a petting zoo where I could feed the animals, but when I approached a donkey it brayed in my face and made me cry. Since then I hate those beasts of burden and now there I was, sitting in misery in that stable as I stopped being a woman together with my best friends, slowly transforming into a donkey for some humiliatingly and cruelly idiotic reason.
It was totally unfair, we just wanted to get into a party.
Can you imagine the gut wrenching horror I felt pulling down my dress and saw my breasts darkening into donkey teats and going down to my belly? Or my perfect flat belly inflating so much that my navel popped out?
I didn’t deserve this fate, none of us did.
Maybe we were a bit obnoxious and superficial, hateful, vain, snobbish... but... I don’t want to be a donkey!
“Come on...!” shouted Miranda with her pants down around her knees as her now thickened and darkened cunt moved between her ass cheeks, right down her donkey anus. She didn’t fall onto all fours, she let herself drop, standing on her hands and feet as her back realigned and a ropey tail with a black tassel began to slap her enormous exposed ass, she didn’t resist the need to bray. “HEEEE-HAAAAWWWW!”
Her red hair turned black and extended down her neck.
Meanwhile, Samantha fell to her knees, maybe because her feet had become hooves, her round swollen belly’s taut skin was out even more than the black lips of her donkey cunt.
“I’m... I’m sorry!” she shouted with her deforming face. “This is my faAAWlt! I just wanteeee to feeeeeel young! HAAWWW-HEEE!”
Samantha clenched her bulky teeth and salivated.
“Of courseeeeEEE is your faAAAAAAWWWWlt! You uncontrooo-HAAW-llable horneeeEEEE mulEEEEE!” yelled the angry donkey’s head with Charlotte’s voice. “KeeeeEEEEEp your sorreeEEE! I have responsibiliteeEEEs! I have a famileeeEEE!” I have kids! And now am going to be a donkeeeeEEEE and you not eveeen have a donkeeeEEE sized dildooooHAAAWW for my cunt! And... Miranda... whaaaWWW are you doing?!”
Miranda had walked, or clopped because she now had four hooves, all the way down towards Charlotte. Miranda had lifted her tail showing her equine anus and cunt to the angry jenny and slapping Charlotte’s muzzle with her long donkey tail.
“STOOOPP!” cried Charlotte.
Miranda didn’t and Charlotte had to lie back down on the floor with her head just under Miranda’s needy donkey vagina.
“FAAAAWck meeeee!” grunted Miranda.
“No! NOOOO! You can’t beeEEEEE ok with this!”
Miranda look over her shoulder to see Charlotte.
“Am nooo-HAW, you can beEEEE sure! Am fuckEEEE livid, but we were fuck since we step inside the stableeEEEEEEE HAAAAW... What else weeEEEE can do?”
And with that Miranda lay down her pussy over Charlotte’s muzzle.
I’m sure Charlotte would have prefered protesting at our fate down there, but she chose to suck Miranda's cunt as tiny, brown hairs started to pop out of Miranda’s butt, then quickly spread, covering her thighs. The hairs weren’t thick, but rather formed a nice, soft pelt starting at just above her butt and ending just above her knees. The brown hairs covered her tail from the base until the black tassel.
Miranda, as a good team player, lowered her now formed muzzle between Charlotte’s elongating back legs to repay the chore in the same way. That was when Charlotte's donkey tail sprouted from her ass and began to slapping the floor.
Soon they were sucking each other's pussies as their bodies changed, fur continued to expand on Miranda’s body and began to sprout on Charlotte’s skin, light brown for Miranda, dark chestnut-brown for Charlotte. Meanwhile, a hard coating had begun to form around the tips of Charlotte's fingers and toes, slowly finalizing her front and back hooves respectively.
Miranda was usually the smartest of us and if she was going along the changes then there was no hope for the rest of us.
I hated her for being so clear about that... but I also felt envious...
Samantha, still down on her knees, was sobbing as she saw the two forming jennies do a female sixty-nine.
“Am sorrEEEEE... Am sorrEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAWWWW!” she continued grunting annoyingly.
I shook my head and gave a loud snort from my growing nostrils, I didn’t even attempt to stand up, I was pretty sure it wouldn’t work, I put myself down properly on all fours and clopped my way towards Samantha.
My hands deformed as I walked on them, similarly to my feet, middle fingers forming the hooves as the others shrank, it sucked, but it was surprisingly easy to reach Samantha, maybe the changes were screwing with my brain, maybe hooves aren’t much harder or different to heels.
“CarrieEEEEE!” cried Samantha. “I ruineeee us-HAW! HEE-HAW!”
“Ye... Kinda... Short... but weeeEEEE gonna beEEE jenneeeEEEEE...HAW!”
“AAaam so, so...”
I stopped her then, taking a step forward, we saw each other eyes, in our faces behind our growing muzzles, the expanding irises, the scared rectangular pupils.
“Pleasssse... just braaaaAAAAAy... I don’t waaaAAAAnt last words...!”
I kissed her, we kissed, big tongues clumsily meeting as bulky blunt teeth got in the way.
We rolled down on the floor as our growth made clothes tear into nothing, giving way to fur, mine was gravel gray, Samantha’s light gray.
It wasn’t easy to rub our cunts together having donkey legs, but it was still possible at that point of the metamorphosis and it was made quite sweet when our pussies slid to the proper jenny placement.
Our swollen tits also got into a sort of rubbing race. And just like mine, Samantha's boobs migrated down towards her crotch. Our magnificent hairstyle were transformed into a black mane that ran all over our backs.
The heat was intense, inside and outside of our skin.
That stable was an oven, an oven in which four women’s lives were turned into ash leaving only jennies behind.
It was... blissfulness...
Maybe because we at least still had each other, and not just sexually, even as that unfair mutation took every inch of humanity from us.