The exit of the funhouse was a long twisted slide that took the girls back down to the boardwalk. They all laughed at the bottom, picking themselves up off the padded ground at the slide mouth. They look around at the crowd for a moment and then to each other. “So, where to next ladies?” Savannah asked, her long ears twitching slightly.
“Awanna gow where we can gwet some dwinks,” Pamela struggled to speak. “We should hit a club!” Carrie shouts, but Savannah isn’t pleased. “No way, I totally said we should do that an hour ago, and you were all HAAAWWW HEEE HAAWWW about it.” The girls argued with each other for a moment and Marcia just watched. “No, you wanted to go through that lame funhouse,” Carrie yelled. “No, that was Pamela, she had the lame idea.” Pamela’s muzzle scowled, “Naawww haaww, fwasn’t wwlame. Warcia wiked it, HAWWW Marcia?”
Marcia just giggled as the girls argued with each other, there rants occasionally breaking into brays. Dark gray fur spread across Savannah’s back, and lighter white fur across her stomach as she yelled at Carrie. Carrie’s ears grew fur and grew taller on her head and she shifted her feet to stand on her tiptoes. Sticking out of the front of Carrie’s shoes were a thick dark hooves. Pamela’s ears grew longer and a trail of fur stretched down her back to her tail. Pamela however had lost the ability to speak, and only let out coarse brays.
Marcia felt tingling in her ears and she reached up and felt how long they had gotten. The fur on her arms had filled in and her fingernails had darkened. “Hey, I have an idea,” Marcia interrupts, “let’s just stand her and AWWW HEE gue with each other.” Marcia just storms off toward one of the loud clubs pumping out a deafening beat of music. The other girls race behind her to catch up.
The club was crowded with half changed girls and even a few donkeys in the crowd. All over the ground were tatters of clothes, but not from changes, but simply from girls undressing. It’s not as if their bras were hiding anything, since many of them now had a row of darkened nipples running down their stomachs.
The flashing lights and loud music made it difficult to think, but that was just fine to the girls, they had given up on thinking hours ago. Girls danced intensely in the center of the club, under the lights. Some sweating and other panting as the music seemed to move them. Marcia was the only one who seemed unaffected by the music, other than the volume. “God, this place is loud,” she yelled to Carrie, but it was doubtful she heard her.
The girls made their way through the club to the bar counter, were taps were just sticking up right out of the wall. Endless stacks of plastic cups were near by as the girls filled up and drank. “I think this is helping,” Marcia laughed and toasted with the group. Then a girl came wandering from the crowd, if you could call her a girl.
She looked like a donkey, standing up right. She staggered toward the bar on her hooves and leaned up against the counter. She pawed at the bar tap with her hooved hands and brayed. She had shorts on, but they were straining under her swelling rear end. The girl then let out a few brays and dropped to all fours. Her shorts ripped off and she wandered away from the bar. “Now that’s a party animal,” Carrie laughs, and the brays. “You are, too,” Savannah laughs, “let’s go, come on.”
The girls race out to the dance floor and start to sway with the heavy beat. The volume was still far to high for Marcia, it was pounding in her head. She took a few more sips of her beer, and then froze. She dropped the cup to the ground and she grabbed her head. Something was happening. The music started to fade down slightly, and she felt really different. She looked at Pamela, Carrie, and Savannah, who were laughing and dancing.
Pamela’s shorts ripped off as her rear suddenly swelled up and fur spread across her body. Carrie’s shoes ripped off and fur grew across her all the way up to her changing face. Savannah’s shoes burst as well, and her fingers fused into a pair of hooves. But still they danced.
Marcia could feel warmth all over her body. She looked down and saw fur spreading across her chest and tightness in her shoes. Her nose widened across her face and she let out a loud, “HEEE HAWWWW.” Marcia grabbed her face and paniced. “This isn’t right, something’s wrong,” she yelled and ran out of the club.
Pamela, Carrie, and Savannah ran after her out into the boardwalk. More and more donkeys were walking the streets, and girls were changing all around. Marcia stopped to catch her breath and feel her changes, “why is this happening? Who is doing this.” The other girls catch up, but look worse than ever.
Then…