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So this story was done by me for a photomorph of me by 
hmh452002 PDF included and image found here. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17069889/
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Donk Hunt
By born2beagator.
Nester was a rather...eccentric young man. Freshly 26, he dressed in black shorts and a blue shirt. Brown hair topped his head around green eyes...and he was tired of his job, tired of dealing with the same crap day after day. His only reprieve came from reading stories about people turning into animals. He loved the whole idea of losing yourself to a simple animal mind. In fact, he'd taken to acting like an animal in his alone time. And not just playing. He would get to his hands and knees, and bray. It culminated one night where he actually tried grazing. In the middle of the night he was on his hands and knees, tearing up grass with his teeth....and then he went in and watched Pinocchio over and over.
This is where he found his life's pursuit: to find Pleasure Island. THE Pleasure Island. He wanted to find it...and become a donkey; escape forever.
The young man had studied the movie Pinocchio extensively, looking for some way, any way that he might find a path to that island. He had a lead, an old warehouse. Pushing open the door, he tiptoed silently in...and heard voices.
"100% success rate from the last batch sir. No human speech. Since that puppet incident we've perfected the Island's magic. We are ready for a new one."
"Excellent." A deep voice said.
Nester couldn't believe it. He'd found the coachman! Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the light. "Good evening gentlemen."
Everyone rose.
"No no, don't worry, I'm not here to whistle blow. I'm here because I know about your work, and I am a big fan!" He said eagerly.
The burly man stood up. "I'm sorry son, but I'm full up. But I can't let you go."
Nester shook his head. "I don't want to go, and I don't want to help...I want to have fun on your island...and pay the price."
The coachman looked at him in shock. "You...want to be a donkey? A dumb, braying animal?"
"Heee-hawww!" Nester mock brayed.
The coachman laughed. "Pathetic...but if you go on our next boat, it will be a lot more real. And since you are doing this willingly, I will give you a choice of what you want to do after you have changed."
Nester laughed. "Not even a question. I want to be one of you carriage donkeys."
"Really now. Well that position is given to only the most animal of donkeys, ones that have no chance of ever blowing my cover. If you want that position, I'll need to give you this brand on what will be your foreleg so my men will know where to take you when they pick you up."
"What!?" Nester was sat down suddenly and a hot brand was applied above his wrist. It read "Property of PI" with a horseshoe around it. He shook the pain off, then laughed. "This is so cool! So...how do I change?"
The coachman handed him a bottle. "This will help get rid of your inhibitions. From there? Just act like an ass and your body will soon match!"
Nester downed it without question...and blacked out.
Nester woke on the deck of a ship, with yelling young men and women around him. He got up, and gave a whoop of joy. The ship was docked and massive gates stood in front of it. I wonder if these people even know what this place really is? He shrugged and surged down the ramp with his fellow future donkeys. He stopped at the entrance to the island and took it all in. Cigar smoke hung heavily over the place, rides where everywhere, and kegs seemed to line the street. Jason gave a scream of joy, and ran to a beer keg.
He pushed a young man out of the way and put his mouth under it, drinking as much as he could. A deep warmth suffused his body as he stood up. He smiled stupidly and ran to a roller coaster. Again, pushing someone out of the way, he hopped in the front car and got ready for a thrill.
The coaster full of young men and women took off. It was so fast that it seemed to pull his ears on the down slopes. Wait...pull his ears!? Nester brought a shaking hand to his ears...they were leathery, flexible...furry...and a foot long! He gave a mock bray and put his hands up happily. All too soon the ride came to an end. Hopping out, he felt his new donkey ears joyfully. This was just too good to be true.
"What the. Dude, what's with your ears?"
Nester turned to look at the young man who had asked the question. "They are donkey ears of course! You are getting them too!" He says happily, leaving the man there confused as Nester headed off to the mansion in the distance.
The destructible mansion looked like it was out of the movie. Giving a mock bray of joy, Nester threw a brick through the window and joined the throng of people wrecking the place. The coachman wasn't joking. He felt like all his common sense was gone, and he welcomed it. Suddenly, someone pulled on his ears.
"Heeee-HAWWWW!" He gave a rather authentic bray, turned around, and punched the person with a hardening hand. Nester brought his blackened hand to his face. This was happening quickly! He left the house, noticing he had stepped out of his shoes...with a clop! Looking down, he saw two dull black hooves had replaced his feet. Wobbling, he grabbed a walking stick that seemed conveniently located for those that lost their feet early in the change. Leaning on the stick, he headed for an arcade.
Clopping down the street, Nester laughed at the donkey features beginning to emerge. But everyone was either too stoned or too drunk to notice. Brays were commonplace around the island now, and Nester freely brayed himself. He mock brayed all the time when he was alone at home, but these brays were starting to get deeper, and more comfortable to do.
He entered the arcade, scratching at his...furry legs. Looking down he saw gray fur crawling up from his hooves and into his pants. Smiling he went to the nearest video game. "HA! Pinocchio game on Pleasure Island, too good!"
The game was a simple platformer. Nester had always been good at these. He sped through it, despite his numbing hands...until he got to the Pleasure Island scene. The fact that Pinocchio got away never sat well with him, so he intentionally started falling in the pits, which were filled with hay. Each time he did, Pinocchio came out with another donkey part. With a braying laugh, he pushed Pinocchio in again...and was met with a braying donkey kicking Pinocchio's clothes off.
"Game Over!!!" The message said, then began blasting donkey brays at him out of the speakers. These brays flew into Nester's donkey ears, and he drank them in...and joined them.
"Heeeee-HAW!" His nostrils ballooned out. "Heee-HAWWW!" His hair sucked into a mane. "Heee-HAWWWW!" With a last mighty bray Nester's face cracked forward. He heard a scream.
"AhhhhhHAWWWW!!! What are you!"
Nester looked over and saw a donkey eared young man looking at him in shock. "I'm a donkey of course!" The man ran screaming.
The brays from the speaker continued. Nester found himself thrown to his hands, bending over as far as he could, he stuck his behind in the air, and continued braying. With each bray, his behind expanded. Rips started to come from his back shorts. With a final rip, his butt ballooned out, ripping his pants apart, a ropey tail assisting.
Nester looked back happily at his donkey rear. Even his legs had corrected themselves. He stayed in his bent posture, donkey butt in the air, and brayed. His belly began to protrude from his blue shirt. Suddenly he neck cracked, lengthening in one flowing motion. He gave a bray as words left him. Leaning back, he pulled the shirt off with his blocky teeth. Finally he got up from his bent position...to four hooves. He gave a long, deep bray. This one was completely realistic. He felt his mind dull rapidly as he was vaguely aware of strange looking donkeys running from the arcade. Most had tails and ears like him, but they also had ugly pink stuff and colored stuff covering them. No self-respecting donkey would hide his fur!
He trotted out into the grass near the arcade and started grazing peacefully. Every now and then a strange looking donkey would run past, but the gray furred donkey didn't care. This grass was tasty!
"There's one done! Come on you!"
The donkey obediently trotted alongside the humans. He found himself on a ramp among other donkeys, all braying frantically. He joined in their braying, but not because he was afraid. He just liked to hear himself bray! A big human was inspecting each donkey. Finally it came time for him.
He was roughly grabbed and thrown out into the corral. He didn't know why they were being so rough. Braying in confusion he looked up at the human.
"Haha...it's you." The man said, holding up the donkey's foreleg and seeing the Pleasure Island brand. The man took the rope around his neck and led him to a corral. There the donkey eat peacefully from a bucket of oats.
Nester ran alongside his fellow carriage donkeys. Nester...that was his name. It was one of the only human words that had meaning to him. The nice coachman had taught him that name, it's what he was to respond to. He felt a jerk on his halter, and slowed to a stop. Looking over he saw some boys.
"Hello there boys! How would you like an all-expenses paid vacation to Pleasure Island?"
The boys cheered and hopped on. Nester felt his halter jerk again, and the donkey surged forward braying freely as he took his future herd mates to their new stable.
hmh452002 PDF included and image found here. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17069889/ ____________________________________________________________________
Donk Hunt
By born2beagator.
Nester was a rather...eccentric young man. Freshly 26, he dressed in black shorts and a blue shirt. Brown hair topped his head around green eyes...and he was tired of his job, tired of dealing with the same crap day after day. His only reprieve came from reading stories about people turning into animals. He loved the whole idea of losing yourself to a simple animal mind. In fact, he'd taken to acting like an animal in his alone time. And not just playing. He would get to his hands and knees, and bray. It culminated one night where he actually tried grazing. In the middle of the night he was on his hands and knees, tearing up grass with his teeth....and then he went in and watched Pinocchio over and over.
This is where he found his life's pursuit: to find Pleasure Island. THE Pleasure Island. He wanted to find it...and become a donkey; escape forever.
The young man had studied the movie Pinocchio extensively, looking for some way, any way that he might find a path to that island. He had a lead, an old warehouse. Pushing open the door, he tiptoed silently in...and heard voices.
"100% success rate from the last batch sir. No human speech. Since that puppet incident we've perfected the Island's magic. We are ready for a new one."
"Excellent." A deep voice said.
Nester couldn't believe it. He'd found the coachman! Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the light. "Good evening gentlemen."
Everyone rose.
"No no, don't worry, I'm not here to whistle blow. I'm here because I know about your work, and I am a big fan!" He said eagerly.
The burly man stood up. "I'm sorry son, but I'm full up. But I can't let you go."
Nester shook his head. "I don't want to go, and I don't want to help...I want to have fun on your island...and pay the price."
The coachman looked at him in shock. "You...want to be a donkey? A dumb, braying animal?"
"Heee-hawww!" Nester mock brayed.
The coachman laughed. "Pathetic...but if you go on our next boat, it will be a lot more real. And since you are doing this willingly, I will give you a choice of what you want to do after you have changed."
Nester laughed. "Not even a question. I want to be one of you carriage donkeys."
"Really now. Well that position is given to only the most animal of donkeys, ones that have no chance of ever blowing my cover. If you want that position, I'll need to give you this brand on what will be your foreleg so my men will know where to take you when they pick you up."
"What!?" Nester was sat down suddenly and a hot brand was applied above his wrist. It read "Property of PI" with a horseshoe around it. He shook the pain off, then laughed. "This is so cool! So...how do I change?"
The coachman handed him a bottle. "This will help get rid of your inhibitions. From there? Just act like an ass and your body will soon match!"
Nester downed it without question...and blacked out.
Nester woke on the deck of a ship, with yelling young men and women around him. He got up, and gave a whoop of joy. The ship was docked and massive gates stood in front of it. I wonder if these people even know what this place really is? He shrugged and surged down the ramp with his fellow future donkeys. He stopped at the entrance to the island and took it all in. Cigar smoke hung heavily over the place, rides where everywhere, and kegs seemed to line the street. Jason gave a scream of joy, and ran to a beer keg.
He pushed a young man out of the way and put his mouth under it, drinking as much as he could. A deep warmth suffused his body as he stood up. He smiled stupidly and ran to a roller coaster. Again, pushing someone out of the way, he hopped in the front car and got ready for a thrill.
The coaster full of young men and women took off. It was so fast that it seemed to pull his ears on the down slopes. Wait...pull his ears!? Nester brought a shaking hand to his ears...they were leathery, flexible...furry...and a foot long! He gave a mock bray and put his hands up happily. All too soon the ride came to an end. Hopping out, he felt his new donkey ears joyfully. This was just too good to be true.
"What the. Dude, what's with your ears?"
Nester turned to look at the young man who had asked the question. "They are donkey ears of course! You are getting them too!" He says happily, leaving the man there confused as Nester headed off to the mansion in the distance.
The destructible mansion looked like it was out of the movie. Giving a mock bray of joy, Nester threw a brick through the window and joined the throng of people wrecking the place. The coachman wasn't joking. He felt like all his common sense was gone, and he welcomed it. Suddenly, someone pulled on his ears.
"Heeee-HAWWWW!" He gave a rather authentic bray, turned around, and punched the person with a hardening hand. Nester brought his blackened hand to his face. This was happening quickly! He left the house, noticing he had stepped out of his shoes...with a clop! Looking down, he saw two dull black hooves had replaced his feet. Wobbling, he grabbed a walking stick that seemed conveniently located for those that lost their feet early in the change. Leaning on the stick, he headed for an arcade.
Clopping down the street, Nester laughed at the donkey features beginning to emerge. But everyone was either too stoned or too drunk to notice. Brays were commonplace around the island now, and Nester freely brayed himself. He mock brayed all the time when he was alone at home, but these brays were starting to get deeper, and more comfortable to do.
He entered the arcade, scratching at his...furry legs. Looking down he saw gray fur crawling up from his hooves and into his pants. Smiling he went to the nearest video game. "HA! Pinocchio game on Pleasure Island, too good!"
The game was a simple platformer. Nester had always been good at these. He sped through it, despite his numbing hands...until he got to the Pleasure Island scene. The fact that Pinocchio got away never sat well with him, so he intentionally started falling in the pits, which were filled with hay. Each time he did, Pinocchio came out with another donkey part. With a braying laugh, he pushed Pinocchio in again...and was met with a braying donkey kicking Pinocchio's clothes off.
"Game Over!!!" The message said, then began blasting donkey brays at him out of the speakers. These brays flew into Nester's donkey ears, and he drank them in...and joined them.
"Heeeee-HAW!" His nostrils ballooned out. "Heee-HAWWW!" His hair sucked into a mane. "Heee-HAWWWW!" With a last mighty bray Nester's face cracked forward. He heard a scream.
"AhhhhhHAWWWW!!! What are you!"
Nester looked over and saw a donkey eared young man looking at him in shock. "I'm a donkey of course!" The man ran screaming.
The brays from the speaker continued. Nester found himself thrown to his hands, bending over as far as he could, he stuck his behind in the air, and continued braying. With each bray, his behind expanded. Rips started to come from his back shorts. With a final rip, his butt ballooned out, ripping his pants apart, a ropey tail assisting.
Nester looked back happily at his donkey rear. Even his legs had corrected themselves. He stayed in his bent posture, donkey butt in the air, and brayed. His belly began to protrude from his blue shirt. Suddenly he neck cracked, lengthening in one flowing motion. He gave a bray as words left him. Leaning back, he pulled the shirt off with his blocky teeth. Finally he got up from his bent position...to four hooves. He gave a long, deep bray. This one was completely realistic. He felt his mind dull rapidly as he was vaguely aware of strange looking donkeys running from the arcade. Most had tails and ears like him, but they also had ugly pink stuff and colored stuff covering them. No self-respecting donkey would hide his fur!
He trotted out into the grass near the arcade and started grazing peacefully. Every now and then a strange looking donkey would run past, but the gray furred donkey didn't care. This grass was tasty!
"There's one done! Come on you!"
The donkey obediently trotted alongside the humans. He found himself on a ramp among other donkeys, all braying frantically. He joined in their braying, but not because he was afraid. He just liked to hear himself bray! A big human was inspecting each donkey. Finally it came time for him.
He was roughly grabbed and thrown out into the corral. He didn't know why they were being so rough. Braying in confusion he looked up at the human.
"Haha...it's you." The man said, holding up the donkey's foreleg and seeing the Pleasure Island brand. The man took the rope around his neck and led him to a corral. There the donkey eat peacefully from a bucket of oats.
Nester ran alongside his fellow carriage donkeys. Nester...that was his name. It was one of the only human words that had meaning to him. The nice coachman had taught him that name, it's what he was to respond to. He felt a jerk on his halter, and slowed to a stop. Looking over he saw some boys.
"Hello there boys! How would you like an all-expenses paid vacation to Pleasure Island?"
The boys cheered and hopped on. Nester felt his halter jerk again, and the donkey surged forward braying freely as he took his future herd mates to their new stable.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Donkey / Mule
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