"Did I say I wanted something else, bee-yotch?!"
The bartender slams a Donkey Punch onto the counter and goes to a quiet corner to mutter. You really had to do it didn't you. You had to drink the Donkey Punch. You liked it so much that you drank another. And another...
***
You wake up on the bar's pool table. What time is it? Your ears itch. You reach up to scratch them. As you do so, you notice that most of the room is filled with jackasses. Where those jackasses always there? And were some of them wearing clothes. Oh, wait, no need to panick. There's a dog. A dog can present no danger. Hey, here comes the bartender, maybe he can explain everything.
"Hey man, why are there donkeys in here?"
"Because you kids are a buncha morons! That's why! Everyone has to have the Donkey Punch. One guy wants the Dirty Dog and look at him! He's a schitzu! A SCHITZU! Sometimes I really hate my life."
"Wait, I drank the Donkey Punch. Am I...turning into a..."
"YES!"
Oh shit. You run, maybe the transformation hasn't started yet. I mean, you're still human right? The ears. Your ears have changed. That's why they itched.
"Fine run. See what I care. So we lose one donkey. Who gives a rat's ass, we've got so many of them. I don't even know what we use them for."
All around you, people are changing. Men and women both. Most are donkeys, some are dogs or pigs.