Shaking her head, and gritting her teeth, Rebecca whispered to herself, "Got to run, got to get away... Can't let this finish; don't want to end up with a donkey cock!"
Standing up on her new hooves, shakily, her few donkey-cunt slid against the insides of her thighs. With a shudder, Rebecca began to flee again, running her way down the alley. The heavy clopping sound of her hooves on the cobblestone made her presence very noticable.
Another set of hooves was heard behind her, though, and Rebecca looked back, in fear, to see what it was.
It was Claire. She was running, full-bore, and chasing Rebecca through the back streets of Pleasure Island. The shemale half-donkey's cock, and breasts bobbed eagerly as she chased, and her balls rolled around, pumping out more, and more of that slimy, eager precum. Soon she'd have her mate, and would fuck her!