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Standing before the shining alter, you reach out to grasp the shimmering golden goblet you fought so tirelessly for. As you raise it from its resting place, the vessel magically fills with a deep red liquid, and your nostrils pick up the fermented scents of fruit. Taking the cup to your lips, you take a sip and claim the reward you were promised by the mysterious and alluring woman who’d sent you inside her temple. You were told to drink from the goblet, and it would bring you eternal happiness. You grin as a wave of relaxed intoxication flows through your head, and the wonderfully balanced wine tastes divine as it slides down your throat. Suddenly you feel something strange from within you; a sensation of heat emanating inside your throat, and a tingling running down your spine! You’ve no time to react as your nose begins to warp and twist, your ears slowly pushing out you grunt at the burning sensation in your stomach!
Your clothes suddenly feel like they’re shrinking around you, and tears in the fabric appear around your arms, legs, belly and feet as the blue tunic and beige trousers are sundered by the swelling muscle! You wince as the heat spreads through your belly, you feel your central nail fusing into a hard mass as your hands snap forwards and the other fingers feel as if they’re shrinking. The sounds of popping bones fill the quiet temple room as your joints snap and twist, a shiver of warmth throbbing in your behind as something long and fleshy rips free of your trousers…a tail! Even those expensive leather boots aren’t spared the wraith of your expanding body, and a huge clump of darkening nail tears free while your feet expand forwards into hind hooves. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, and thick bristles of grey fur began to spread down from your growing brown mane; flowing across the once human skin as it becomes more bestial. You try and scream at the feelings that assault you, but your voice distorts and you release a strange noise; the combined sounds of a man’s cry and a donkey’s bray! Your face pushes out further as you wince and ball your morphing hands into a fist, and try to fight these changes…but to no avail. You can feel your mind waning now, and it becomes hard to concentrate as you step back onto the floor of the temple with the alter shining before you. A half human grunt leaves your mouth as your ears fully extend upwards, while your tail continues to grow longer and even begins twisting & flicking about at your command.
Your tunic and trousers finally tear free of your body, and even your linen pants fall down to expose the changed furry belly and shifting hind legs. Vibrations shudder up your thickening feet at the action of your black hooves scraping against the stone floor, before seeing the ground rushing towards you as your center of gravity changes. Clopping noises echo into the hall as your front hooves smack against the temple floor, and the realisation you’ll never stand upon two feet again washes over your terrified mind. The last semblances of human thought rush through you in a wave of panic, and you open your thick grey lips to cry for help. Alas, only a loud equine bray leaves your altering maw, a sound which only a donkey would make! Your arms and legs snap loudly as your skeleton changes shape, your belly expanding out until you feel strangely comfortable upon all fours. Further panicked brays fill the church as you kick your hind legs at the feeling of your neck growing longer, unsure of how to react anymore. Finally, the last shreds of humanity fade from your mind, and your once human irises begin to transform too! They grow larger, and the pupils widen into rods as your thoughts turn to fields of green grass and grazing in a pasture. Your huge brown equine eyes stare out from the side of a face suited only for a jackass, and your long ropey tail swishes with content as you stand on four new hooves. No more does a man no longer stand within these hallowed halls, but a donkey; whose fate is bound within Circe’s farm forevermore.
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(thank you so much dude!!) Standing before the shining alter, you reach out to grasp the shimmering golden goblet you fought so tirelessly for. As you raise it from its resting place, the vessel magically fills with a deep red liquid, and your nostrils pick up the fermented scents of fruit. Taking the cup to your lips, you take a sip and claim the reward you were promised by the mysterious and alluring woman who’d sent you inside her temple. You were told to drink from the goblet, and it would bring you eternal happiness. You grin as a wave of relaxed intoxication flows through your head, and the wonderfully balanced wine tastes divine as it slides down your throat. Suddenly you feel something strange from within you; a sensation of heat emanating inside your throat, and a tingling running down your spine! You’ve no time to react as your nose begins to warp and twist, your ears slowly pushing out you grunt at the burning sensation in your stomach!
Your clothes suddenly feel like they’re shrinking around you, and tears in the fabric appear around your arms, legs, belly and feet as the blue tunic and beige trousers are sundered by the swelling muscle! You wince as the heat spreads through your belly, you feel your central nail fusing into a hard mass as your hands snap forwards and the other fingers feel as if they’re shrinking. The sounds of popping bones fill the quiet temple room as your joints snap and twist, a shiver of warmth throbbing in your behind as something long and fleshy rips free of your trousers…a tail! Even those expensive leather boots aren’t spared the wraith of your expanding body, and a huge clump of darkening nail tears free while your feet expand forwards into hind hooves. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, and thick bristles of grey fur began to spread down from your growing brown mane; flowing across the once human skin as it becomes more bestial. You try and scream at the feelings that assault you, but your voice distorts and you release a strange noise; the combined sounds of a man’s cry and a donkey’s bray! Your face pushes out further as you wince and ball your morphing hands into a fist, and try to fight these changes…but to no avail. You can feel your mind waning now, and it becomes hard to concentrate as you step back onto the floor of the temple with the alter shining before you. A half human grunt leaves your mouth as your ears fully extend upwards, while your tail continues to grow longer and even begins twisting & flicking about at your command.
Your tunic and trousers finally tear free of your body, and even your linen pants fall down to expose the changed furry belly and shifting hind legs. Vibrations shudder up your thickening feet at the action of your black hooves scraping against the stone floor, before seeing the ground rushing towards you as your center of gravity changes. Clopping noises echo into the hall as your front hooves smack against the temple floor, and the realisation you’ll never stand upon two feet again washes over your terrified mind. The last semblances of human thought rush through you in a wave of panic, and you open your thick grey lips to cry for help. Alas, only a loud equine bray leaves your altering maw, a sound which only a donkey would make! Your arms and legs snap loudly as your skeleton changes shape, your belly expanding out until you feel strangely comfortable upon all fours. Further panicked brays fill the church as you kick your hind legs at the feeling of your neck growing longer, unsure of how to react anymore. Finally, the last shreds of humanity fade from your mind, and your once human irises begin to transform too! They grow larger, and the pupils widen into rods as your thoughts turn to fields of green grass and grazing in a pasture. Your huge brown equine eyes stare out from the side of a face suited only for a jackass, and your long ropey tail swishes with content as you stand on four new hooves. No more does a man no longer stand within these hallowed halls, but a donkey; whose fate is bound within Circe’s farm forevermore.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Donkey / Mule
Size 1280 x 509px
File Size 203.2 kB
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