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(Monthly tale - 89) [teaser]
a week ago
Donken'skin
Heidi smokes her last joint.
(Woman into donkey)
Nature, sex and weed.
Those three, in that exact order, were Heidi Naan’s favorite things.
A twenty five year old British white cis woman. Sleepy bluish-green eyes, smooth skin as pale as battered milk, a chestnut shaped face, brunette hair in a messy messy bowl cut. She was not fit, but her thin body was gracefully curvy, with youthful buttocks, a flat tummy and quite the busty cup size, breasts with pink areolas and short nipples that possessed a thumbs thickness. Her armpits were hairy, her crotch covered by bushy pubes that tightly framed the opening of her vulva. If you had happened to see Heidi running naked through the woods you might have thought she was the wayward daughter of an elvish fae and a halfling gnome.
Everybody agreed she was joyful sunshine though. Perhaps a bit too lazy and stubborn, strongly willed and yet with a mind that easily spaced out, it couldn’t be denied though, that when help was needed she was the first to step up, a hard working lass and a pleasant company. If anybody she knew required aid she would be there to carry their burden on her back.
Many, including herself, called her a hippie, a label she accepted proudly. Her skimpy flowy clothes, her tendency to undress, indulgent use of psychedelics, interest in spiritualism, free love and peace, what else could you call her?
An ass?
“I would be a happy broad if I could live off my twat!” she would snark and chuckle when such insults were tossed in her direction.
Sometimes an online sexual diva between odd jobs and community work, she lived happily married to her husband Josh, in a pretty house in the suburbs, as close to the wilds as they could afford. It had a copper bathtub and lovely walled garden in the back that Heidi had allowed to grow unrestrained by human whim.
Her idyllic perfect life, doing as she pleased, when she pleased, causing no harm.
Here’s where the but you've been waiting for comes, for Heidi, as we all do, had a few secrets to not be shared. Some silly, some egregious for her consciousness, like having bought a fur wallet once, and one in particular that was remarkably peculiar and fantastical.
For you see, Heidi Naan, harsh as it may seem, was a cursed woman and every time she smoked weed, without fail or remedy, she would completely transform into a common feral donkey.
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The rest of the tale will be exclusive for subs for a few months, read it in advance in one of these links!
-> https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2087510
-> https://www.fanbox.cc/@senorincogni.....posts/10619510
Heidi smokes her last joint.
(Woman into donkey)
Nature, sex and weed.
Those three, in that exact order, were Heidi Naan’s favorite things.
A twenty five year old British white cis woman. Sleepy bluish-green eyes, smooth skin as pale as battered milk, a chestnut shaped face, brunette hair in a messy messy bowl cut. She was not fit, but her thin body was gracefully curvy, with youthful buttocks, a flat tummy and quite the busty cup size, breasts with pink areolas and short nipples that possessed a thumbs thickness. Her armpits were hairy, her crotch covered by bushy pubes that tightly framed the opening of her vulva. If you had happened to see Heidi running naked through the woods you might have thought she was the wayward daughter of an elvish fae and a halfling gnome.
Everybody agreed she was joyful sunshine though. Perhaps a bit too lazy and stubborn, strongly willed and yet with a mind that easily spaced out, it couldn’t be denied though, that when help was needed she was the first to step up, a hard working lass and a pleasant company. If anybody she knew required aid she would be there to carry their burden on her back.
Many, including herself, called her a hippie, a label she accepted proudly. Her skimpy flowy clothes, her tendency to undress, indulgent use of psychedelics, interest in spiritualism, free love and peace, what else could you call her?
An ass?
“I would be a happy broad if I could live off my twat!” she would snark and chuckle when such insults were tossed in her direction.
Sometimes an online sexual diva between odd jobs and community work, she lived happily married to her husband Josh, in a pretty house in the suburbs, as close to the wilds as they could afford. It had a copper bathtub and lovely walled garden in the back that Heidi had allowed to grow unrestrained by human whim.
Her idyllic perfect life, doing as she pleased, when she pleased, causing no harm.
Here’s where the but you've been waiting for comes, for Heidi, as we all do, had a few secrets to not be shared. Some silly, some egregious for her consciousness, like having bought a fur wallet once, and one in particular that was remarkably peculiar and fantastical.
For you see, Heidi Naan, harsh as it may seem, was a cursed woman and every time she smoked weed, without fail or remedy, she would completely transform into a common feral donkey.
---
The rest of the tale will be exclusive for subs for a few months, read it in advance in one of these links!
-> https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2087510
-> https://www.fanbox.cc/@senorincogni.....posts/10619510
