#donkeytf

“CAAAAAAAAWK!”

Joyce gasped and opened her eyes. Her head was spinning, her nose still burning, and her crotch felt like it was on fire. Everything was blurry but slowly coming into focus.

“I said no.” A man grunted and pushed the wagging ass of Joyce’s donkey friend away from him.

“Cum ooooooooooon.” The donkey brayed pathetically actually Sonny from how empty her cunt was. She was bent over Joyce and had her hand wrapped around something pink send fleshy.

“I ain’t fuckin’ no donk.” Joyce noticed a cute guy with a not so cute soul patch looking annoyed and out out, “just be patient barn yard brain.”

The donkey giggled and looked at the rousing Joyce. “Gonna need yew tew hurry up bitch, I gotta the 12 inch itch gnaw’mean? Hehehehe.” She giggled showing off her big flat teethed, and then licked the pillar of pink flesh she was gripping.

“Aaaaah!” Joyce screamed in shock. She could feel every inch and every tastebud of that long flat tongue. That pink pillar in the donkey hand was her! “Caaaaawk!” She gasped in surprised and tried to get up but found she was strapped to the bed.

“Caaaaaaawk!” The donkey brayed in happy agreement.

The man just put his hand over his ears and groaned. “Why do I even sell those stupid donkey supplements? All you cunts do is stink up the place, and give me a head ache.”

“Huh huh!” The donkey girl gave Joyce another tear inducing lick. Her tongue was so long and slimey. “Our Bambi Bucks spend just as good as any prissy missy.” She winked at Joyce. “Straight up miscrmiogimy round here babe. Sorry to like…” she took another lick to buy herself time to think.”

“Aaaaaah! Fuck! Stop that it hurts.”

The donkey rolled her eyes and snorted. “It feels good. See?” She did it again, her huge tongue swamping Joyce new and beefy clit like a pink blanket.

“Uuuuugh!” Joyce winced, each kick made her see stars. It was awful, and painful, and overstimulating, and there were chemicals releasing in her body that told it was all very very good for her.

“Anyway sorry fur like, I dunno lowering yer rank as like a human being. Folks treat Donkey gurls like we ain’t shit, so like saw-RE bout that n’stuff but I needed a dick real bad. And like since I was giving you one might as well make it a donkey dick! HeheheHEEEEEE-Hhhhhhaaaaaaw.” She laughed, brayed, and sprayed Joyce with a fine spray of stinking donkey saliva.”

“Yer fucking nuances is what you are.” The man grumbled.

“See?” The donkey girl licked at Joyce, at her…dick. Her Donkey dick. No wonder she didn’t recognize it as a penis. It was pink, and flat, and stood out against her chocolatey skin color. She could see thick veins in it pulsing, it was pulsing getting bigger all the time.

“This can’t be haaaaawpeming!” Joyce grunted, and struggled again her bindings.

“People dun forget that Bambi dun had a donkey girlfriend who she done fucked and stuff.”

“No she didn’t.” The man balked, and licked some powder out of a dish. Despite not wanting the fuck the donkey girls he took his dick out and started stroking it. Joyce’s eyes bulged, now that was a donkey dick! Well it was a regular dick but…BIG!”

“CAAAAAAAWK!” Joyce brayed. Something deep inside of her did at least. It’s like something hungry had pushed her out of the way and ran to the front of the food line. Now her mind was spinning, and her dick was pulsing even harder, white cream slowly, thickly burbled up and over her shaft.

“Yes she did!” The donkey said, ignoring Joyce’s cry and licking up her white mess with a satisfied sigh. “Mmmm mmmm mmmm. Jenny Tompkins, remember yew dumb heathen. She was a tennis player, that Bambi fucked till she was a donkey girl. The first donkey girl, amen Slut Jenny yes sir. Patron Slut if Donkeys, Tennis and knee pads.”

The man continued to noncommittally stroke his dick. “I know you cain’t read, but yew can’t even listen to your audio porn right you dumb donk. Bambi Sez she dumb as a donkey. That don’t mean she wuz one.”

The donkey snorted and squeezed Joyce’s dick in frustration.

“Aaaaah! Aaaah! Stop let goooo-haaaaw!”

“What about that Grafitti by the dumpster outside if Chewies? It shows Slut Jenny as a donk, straight up, and that shit was canonized.” She smiled proudly and gave Joyce a few rough jerks. “Shit bro, and I ever gettin’ fucked? This shit’s taking forever.”

“Fuck fuck oh fuck!” Joyce cried and struggled against her bindings, sweating and trusting her hips to the motion of her molester’s mean strokes. “Jenny Jenny he…heee…” she was seeing sparks again, and having visions of a white furred thing… animal… woman… donkey smiling at her with a dumb muzzled grin, white stroking to big perky tits.

“Yer like sooooooo high.” The divine donk giggled, and slit over Joyce’s donkifued, dickified, clit.

“That’s not canon.” The man grunted, and spewed cum over Joyce and the donk. A lot of it. “That’s just some shit you donkeys say to make yourselves feel better for fuckin’ in the trash.”

“Ffft.” The donk blew his a raspberry. “Yes it is, I seen the plaque and everything.” She looked down at the delerious. Sweating, and trusting Joyce. “Shiiiiiiit haaaaw much laaaanger.” She watched as two heavy balls were pushed out of Joyce’s now sealed up slit, and dangled down to the bed. She gave them a frustrated swat for good measure.

“HEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAW!” Joyce brayed shooting half a gallon of fresh cum into the pussy if her divine Jenny’s pussy. Only for it to rain down on her the donk and the whole room.

“It’s getting out of hand.”

Marissa sighed. Why wouldn’t anyone leave her alone? “Listen, I’ve got a lot going on my life right now. I should be allowed to have a few drinks if I want them. I’m not a kid, and you’re not my mom.” She strutted out, heading towards the bar where she’s spent every night for the past two weeks.

“I know,” her roommate said. “But I AM worried you.” She watched Marissa walk away. “You ass,” she added quietly. She staggered a little. Outside, Marissa did as well, feeling slightly woozy as she opened her car door. 

She was on her second tequila when she felt the funny tickle in her throat–like something was trying hard to get out. Her skin felt itchy too, like she was wearing a terribly-knitted sweater. 

“You feelin’ OK, miss?”, the bartender asked.

“Y-yeah. Great,” Marissa managed, though she did not. 

Across the room, some asshole attempted to pressure a big-titted girl into something she clearly didn’t want. She led him on, the entre bar watching, and then at the perfect moment, threw a drink in his face.  

“Oh my God, PERFECT! What a HEEEE-HAWWWWWWW!”, Marissa giggled–and then froze. “Wha-what? Did…did that come out of ME? Why HAWWWWWWWW did I–”

She clamped her mouth shut. Gray fur pushed out all over. Her breasts heaved, getting heavier, making her bra hurt. “I…I’m drunk, is all! Maybe if I have HEEEEE-HAWWWWWWW more, I’ll–” Her face burned. Such a loud, undignified sound. Everyone was staring at her. “Is this some kind of joke? Are you selling something?”, a woman asked. 

Coach Slater drove the other four members of the team into town after they dropped off their bags. This was Gale, Jennifer, Carmen, and Joyce. These girls needed a few over night supplies and it was decided that they’d all bring pizza to the rest of the team.

Things did not quite go as expected.

Only Coach Slater made it back to the motel, she came hobbling in with one shoe on and dribbling cum from her snatch. Woopsie.

The trouble started the minute they got off the bus.

“HEEEEE~haaw!” Joyce looked around the parking lot. “Did ya’ll hear that?”

“It’s called a donkey city girl.” Jennifer laughed. “Someone probably has one died up in their back yard.”

Coach slater opened up her wallet and gave $200 in cash to Gale. “Stop by the pizza place and put in Our order.”

“You got it coach.” Gale pocketed the money and went next door to Pigout Pizzas.

Slater escorted the others to the pharmacy but Joyce soon split from the pack, still curious about the noise she heard. It didn’t sound like an animal to her, it sounded like… a lady?

“Heeeeee-HAAAAAW!” There was a fresh bellow, and Joyce was able to follow it down an alley. Sure enough there was a woman waiting for her. Next to a dumpster there was a bare mattress surrounded by empty pink cans. Against the dumpster there was a bent over woman naked from the tits down, shaking her ass back and forth.

“Ummm.” Joyce felt like she should run, but it like she was being drawn closer without moving her body. She didn’t even know if she was picking up her feet, but the woman drew closer.

“Caaaaaaaaaaawk!” The woman bellowed. Joyce could now see that this woman had a tail! It flicked back and forth and Joyce could smell something on the breeze it generated

“Oh man!” She coughed, and plugged her nose. The smell nearly knocked her out. It smelled like pussy, hoot wet… pussy! The pussiest pussy ever. It was like huffing vanilla extract, but for cunt.

“Caaaaaaawk!” The woman called again, Joyce could almost sense annoyance in her bray.

“Are you a fucking Donkey?” Joyce asked, nose still plugged.

The woman turned around and huffed. “Not if you keep talkin’ and…”

Joyce gasped. The nail had been weird enough but this lady also had giant buck teeth, and donkey ears! Not to mention two watermelon tits slung up in a bra and a beer gut the size of a basketball. A supremely upsetting sight, dulled by the fresh cloud of pheremoans Joyce’s just breathed in. “You ain’t got no Caaaawk missy.” The donkey laid scowled. “How yew gonna pack my tube huh?”

Joyce was feeling dizzy now, the atmosphere around this creature was as thick as Venus, with just as much fresh air. “Hehe I’m sorry. Your accent is, what are you saying?”

The donkey rolled her eyes. “I’m talkin’ bout fuckin’ missy. Yew stupid er sumthin’? I swer, gawsh.Yew ain’t got a pecker, and I ain’t lickin’ no cunny, lessin’ yew pay? Dig? Gotta can o’ Bambi Chow for a stupid donkey debutant?”

That made things even less clear. Joyce started to back away. “I don’t have any money…” she said, figuring this was a very weird homeless encounter.

The donkey grunted again, and grabbed Joyce by the wrist. “Dumb dumb donkey dumb.” She said shaking her head. She began to lead Joyce down the other end of the alley. “Come on sugar. Since the men in this town are all shrimp dicks who don’t got the manners to fuck a girl senseless when she’s just plain braying for it!” She screamed this at the top of her lungs. “Yew’ll just have to dew. Ever had a Caaaaaaawk before?”

All Joyce could think of was how much her nose and lungs burned. “Wut?” She coughed, tears dripping from her eyes. “I think I’m allergic to you.”