Ben fell asleep, too tired by the days events to give them much thought. As he
at last fell into sleep. His mind was filled with a night full of strange dreams.
Hoofed creatures danced about him, not just aspects of donkies but Equines
and goat people seemed to celebrate. Wine was drunk and music was
played. All of it around Ben who seemed to be in the middle. Slowly in his
dreams, he could hear them chanting...
"Begin your path and follow your heart! Join us one day in the The Glade!"
Ben awoke with a start from his dreams. The sun was just peaking in through
the window as he shifted. "Man! What a wild dream last night!" he says as he
rubbed his eyes, feeling his hand, he felt it big and thick. Looking at it, then
his arms, his chest, seeing them covered in thaick hairfur, he looked down
"Guess it wasn't a dream!" then rembering his friends he sighed. "Guess it
wasn't.."
Ben dragged himself slowly out of bed. As he did so, he felt his shirt teribly
tight on him. His pants too, shucking them off he walked into the bathroom
before the mirror.
"Whoa" He said as he looked at himself again.
The short lanky 21 year old that had gone to the bar the night before was
gone. Over night he seemed to have sprouted muscles everwhere. More
then that, much of his body was covered in thick shaggy 'hair' the tufts almost
fur like. Almost like donkey fur.
Remembering what had happend, what had almost happend to him, he
looked down. His cock, soft, was an immense 7" The sleeve was crisscrossed
with thick, throbing veins that covered the strangely molted colored foreskin.
The foreskin, a day ago he hadn't know what it was. Now it seemed a good
few inches drooped over the tip of his shaft. Curious what changes had
happend, he peeld back the skin. There was a lot to peel back.
"Phew! What a smell! Is that natural for a Donkey?" He said as he pulled back,
the scent musk and intense crom his crotch. Yet something about it seemed
to arouse him, as though there was an untapped power in his oder. By the
time he had exposed his tip at last, he was beggining to get hard.
"Oh wow, thats not normal!" He said as he saw his new cock. the tip seemed a
bit more flat, and he could swear the piss slit was twice as wide as it should
be. Yet, it looked human, enough. Sighing as he let his foreskin back down,
he looked back at himself in the mirror.
"It will have to do... Heh, have to do? Look at me! If I wasn't part Donkey, I'd be
a hell of a 'Bear'!" he said as he seemed to bask in his new Husky and Musky
appearance.
The more he looked, the more turned on he got, and soon, he realized he
needed some action. He grabbed his biggest cloths, trying to cover up as
much as he could and decided to go out. Strangely, he found himself once
more back at the Pleasure Island. Yet this time, he knew he was ready for it.
No longer an innocent victim, he could feel new and growing instincts inside
him. Instincts that told him he'd be on the prowl now.