"Wait!" Jen called to her friend. Sam paused, her hand resting on the doorknob, and turned around expectantly.
"Look, I... I..." Jen struggled to find the right words. The heat in her crotch was so distracting. "Uh...
Transform or Dare!" she finally managed.
Samantha scoffed. "Jen, I can't believe you're still doing this. Everyone knows the curse isn't real but fine.
I'll humor you. Dare. Happy? Now I'm leaving!" She yanked the door open.
Jen couldn't stand the thought of losing her best friend and the words of Kyle's note circled through her
mind. "I dare you to be as much of a donkey whore as I am, maybe even more!" She squealed, finally thrusting
her hand down the front of her pants and burying several fingers in her wet sex. "Oh gaaaaaawd," she moaned,
imagining the two of them licking the shaft of a donkey together, one sucking the tip and the other stroking
the rest with her tongue. "Haaaaaw!" She came on her hand, the hot juices spurting past her fingers.
Her friend stood frozen by the open door. She was furious but also strangely... aroused? No! She was just
letting Jen get to her. Samantha whirled around to face the cheerleader on the bed. "I don't believe you, Jen.
You are just some sick closet pervert with a fetish for... for donkey cawwwwwk!" As the words left her mouth
they turned into a slight bray, the sound causing her pussy to tingle pleasantly. She didn't know what
possessed her to say that, and like that. Jen's insanity must be getting to her more than she thought. She
needed to get out of here and go home and concentrate on something else, like her report on how big donkey
dicks could get and what it must feel like when they fuck you with them... Samantha moaned in spite of
herself. "No!" she said. "No, I don't believe it. No, no, no!"
Jen watch her friend flush red. She wondered what kinky, dirty thoughts were starting to run through her mind.
Slowly she slipped from her bed and padded to her laptop, tapping the mouse to turn the screen back on. Before
Sam had arrived, Jen had been busy enjoying herself and planning her next visit to Hadley's farm. The image of
a donkey appeared on the screen, a large play button in the middle. "Sam," she said softly, "Sam look..."
Samantha turned, hoping for a distraction. What she saw erased some of the thoughts from her mind, but not the
ones she was hoping for. Her eyes locked on the screen and she felt her pussy spasm as it grew wet. She licked
her lips unconsciously as Jen clicked her mouse and the video began to play. It was a young jack stud
masturbating himself, his long, thick cock dangling beneath his belly and slapping up against it as he grunted
and brayed happily. The sounds penetrated her as she watched the bobbing cock. She moved closer and sank to
her knees, wetness sliding down her thighs. Nearby Jen was on her hands and knees, her pants pulled down and
fingers working her cunt from behind. Sam heard her start braying in response to the male and shuddered, her
nipples hardening in her shirt and poking through the fabric.
Slowly, some token resistance still trying to fight the urges, Sam pulled her bottoms down, panties and all,
and thrust her ass out. Then, with a loud groan that sounded almost bray-like, she thrust her fingers into her
wet slit and began to fuck herself to the sight and sound of the donkey, her thoughts spiraling away into
fantasies of sucking his cock and bending over a hay bale to let him fill her with his wonderful, beastly,
"Caaaawwwk!"