FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

DISCLAIMER: The complete story contains forced, animal transformation, Male Nudity and M/M sex, if these are not your tastes or you are below the legal age to view this type of content, please close this file else sit back and enjoy!!!

Xaie's night was plagued by strange dreams

He tossed and turned, moaning.

His mind was filled with men

Though this wasn't surprising, he was gay and hot men usually penetrated his dreams.

But tonight was different

The men were all rubbing against each other, fondling their long ears and thick manes as they grew in.

Long, ropey tails flailed eagerly behind their furry asses as they thrusted against each other.

A mist seemed to fog over the scene.

The men brayed as they pulled smoking cigars from between their darkening lips, their faces pushing out to resemble braying donkey muzzles.

They huffed and brayed as long, fat donkey cocks emerged from their dark sheaths.

The flaring tips coating their shafts with pre.

Steadily they began to pair off and began to mount each other.

Braying loudly, they thrust deep into each other, each of them lost in primal lust.

Smoke billowed from between their teeth as they sucked on their shortening cigars, the haze growing thicker.

With loud, bellowing brays, the mounted donkey men tensed, pouring their pleasure into their braying subs who in turn sprayed the ground with streams of their own pleasure from their fat, flared cocks.

The scene was lost as the haze of smoke thickened as the men puffed in the glorious afterglow.

Xaie woke with a start.

A loud buzzing was filling the room and he squinted as sunlight blazed through the open curtains.

It was morning and he was still splayed out on the bed from the night before.

He let his head fall back, ignoring his alarm.

"Man, what a weird dream" he thought.

He lay there for a moment, trying to recall the finer points of his dream until the loud buzzing overwhelmed him.

He groaned and rose, punching a button on his clock radio to silence the relentless alarm.

"Oh man" he muttered looking down at the dried remnants of his pleasure on his shirt.

"I'm gonna have to clean it before Friday"

He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his boxers and jeans before heading into the bathroom.

He stretched and looked at himself in the mirror, his spiky hair dishevelled stuck out on his reflection as always did.

Hopping into the shower, he scrubbed himself off quickly and wrapped the towel around himself as he returned to dress.

He kept trying going over the dream in his mind as he grabbed new clothes and hastily dressed.

Sitting back on the bed, he stared blindly into space for a moment before shaking his head.

"Definitely weird" he mumbled.

He looked around at the clock.

"OH SHIT!" he cried, jumping up.

"I'm gonna be late."

Grateful that he didn't live too far from the office, he darted out of the house and down the street.

"Can't be late" he muttered, pulling on his jacket.

He bolted around the last corner and arrived panting into the lobby of the office building, stamping his time card just as the clock struck the hour.

"Made it" he gasped, leaning against the wall.

"Hey Xaie!"

The voice made him look around at a man standing by the elevator, waving merrily whist holding a stack of papers.

"Hey Max" Xaie smiled walking over as the elevator doors open and they both got in.

"Cutting it a bit close today arnt ya?" Max asked with a grin at Xaie's sweaty brow.

Xaie nodded.

"Over slept?" Max asked, steadying his papers.

Xaie shrugged, "Yeah a bit"

Max laughed,

"Not like you really is it?"

Xaie chucked and nodded again.

"I was out late looking for a costume"

Max looked up in interest.

"Ohhhh" he sneered, "Not gonna be the typical dog ears then this year" He grinned wickedly as Xaie scowled.

"No actually" he replied, the suit crossing his mind again.

"So what's it going to be?" Max urged, his grin broadening.

"Not telling" Xaie replied, his own wicked grin now appearing on his face.

"You'll just have to wait and see".

Max scowled but didn't ask anymore as the door opened and the two walked out into a bullpen of office cubicles.

"Well see ya in a bit" Max smiled turning into his own cubicle.

Xaie waved and continued down the office. He greeted a few of his colleagues as he passed, turning finally into his own cubicle.

He sighed before sitting at his desk and began to tackle the large piles of paperwork dumped into his in-tray.

The hours seemed to drag as he drew page after page from the pile

He stretched and yawned.

"Is it lunch yet" he thought idly, slipping another page into the out-tray.

"Hey Xaie!"

Xaie gave a start and looked around to see Max peering in.

"We're heading out for coffee" he smiled, "Wanna come?"

"Sure thing" smiled Xaie, relief filling him as he rose from his desk chair.

He followed Max and a couple of other co workers out of the building and down the street to the local coffee shop.

"Ain't today goin' slow" Max sighed, sipping his coffee as they made their way back.

The others muttered in agreement, all begrudging their monotonous tasks.

"Hey you guys go ahead" Max said stopping outside a small newsagent, "I wanna grab some smokes"

The others nodded and continued.

Xaie however stood stock still.

His mind was suddenly in overdrive.

Memories of his dream and the shop came flooding back so quickly that within seconds the front of his trousers had a noticeable bulge forming.

He looked through the door of the newsagent, seeing the colourful array of packets behind the counter.

"I guess...." He thought wildly, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try one"

He stepped into the shop and approached the counter where Max was already finalising his purchase.

"Hey Xaie," Max smiled, placing a blue packet of cigarettes into his pocket, "You didn't need to wait."

Xaie felt his face blush slightly as he looked towards the shopkeeper.

"Can I get ya anything son?" he asked kindly.

Xaie looked up and down the rack, trying to decide.

"Ummm" he stuttered, "I...I'll have a pack of cigars"

There was a clatter as Max dropped his change.

"Whoah, woah, woah" he spluttered, his eyes goggling at Xaie, "Since when did you start smoking?"

Xaie felt his face grow hotter.

"I..errr...just felt like giving it....well a go" he mumbled, shuffling his feet.

Max's jaw dropped.

"And you want to have your first go on a cigar!" he exclaimed loudly, causing the shopkeeper to look at him disapprovingly.

"Bloody hell Xaie, are you sure?"

Xaie felt foolish, but at the same time a reckless courage seemed to be filling him as flashes of the mask filled his mind.

"I'll take some cigars"

The shopkeeper nodded and pulled a green packet from the shelf.

"These are some good ones" he smiled, bringing the cost up on the register.

Xaie paid for the cigars whilst trying to ignore the bewildered look on his colleague's face.

"Enjoy" the shopkeeper smiled as he waved them from the shop.

The two men walked in silence back along the street

Max still seemed to be in a state of shock and Xaie was unsure what to say, his face was still red from the heat of the moment.

"What was I thinking" he thought wildly, grasping the packet in his pocket.

They didn't spoke until they reached their work building.

"Hey" Max said quietly.

"What?"

Xaie watched as Max headed away from the entrance.

"Come around back" he replied, heading for the buildings car park, "We can't smoke in front of the building"

Xaie felt a lump rise in his throat.

He hadn't intended to have one right now.

Max cocked his head.

"Well c'mon then" he grinned, "you just bought em', aint ya gonna try one?"

Xaie hesitated for a moment and then followed Max around the corner.

They stopped in a shadowed corner of the building, Max settling himself upon an empty bike rack as he took out his packet.

Xaie noticed a large quantity of cigarette butts littered around where Max sat and he noticed the air around still had that tobacco smell.

"Need a light?"

Xaie shook his head and looked up.

Max had a long cigarette between his teeth and was offering out a lighter.

"Oh..errr..yeah" stammered Xaie, taking the lighter and reaching into his pocket.

He pulled out the green packet and slowly tore an end open.

Inside were six long, pre cut cigars.

He slowly pulled one out, his heart racing and he lifted it to his eyes, a strong earthy scent filling his nostrils.

Max was watching him, a smirk forming around the smoking cigarette.

"Well go on then" he grinned.

Xaie gulped and gently placed the cigar between his lips.

A deep earthy taste filled his palette as his tongue brushed the exposed end.

He composed himself as Max flicked the lighter open and lit it.

Xaie watched the flame flicker for a moment.

"Do I really want this?" he thought, his body quivering with the anticipation.

His mind flicked over the dream and the mask, flashes flying to the front of his mind.

He took a low, deep breath.

Gently, he leaned down and allowed the end of the cigar to touch the flames.

The cigar smouldered for a second before a plume of smoke rose from the tip.

He stepped back, unsure of what to do.

"What do I do" he thought wildly, "Do I just drag?"

He glanced at Max and shrugged before sucking deep on the cigar.

There was one second.

"HOLY SHIT XAIE!" cried Max.

Xaie wrenched the cigar from his mouth as he doubled over, choking heavily as thick smoke poured from his mouth and nose.

The feeling had been completely overwhelming.

Smoke had filled his mouth faster than he could have possibly thought and shot straight down his throat.

Max hurried over, trying not to laugh as he patted Xaie hard on the back to try and ease his coughing.

"God Xaie you don't drag like that on cigars" Max chuckled.

Xaie leaned against the wall, panting and spluttering, the cigar smoking between his fingers.

He felt slightly sick and looked down at the cigar with a slight distain.

"..Didn't...*cough* ex..expect that" he muttered wheezily.

Max gave him a sympathetic grin.

"Come here" he smiled, "I'll show you how to do it"

Xaie looked at him apprehensively before getting up from the wall and walking forwards.

"Here" Max smiled, reaching forwards and taking the cigar.

"Watch what I do"

He placed the cigar between his lips and took several short puffs, letting the smoke escape through his nose.

Xaie watched the stogie glow brightly for a moment.

"Keep it in the mouth" Max muttered, trails of smoke pouring from between his lips.

He then exhaled deeply through his nose, causing too long, thick plumes to pour from his nostrils.

He seemed to enjoy the sensation.

"Man that's not a bad brand" he grinned, removing the cigar and examining it.

"Might get some myself later."

He then held out the cigar to Xaie.

"Try again" he said, replacing his cigarette between his lips.

Xaie hesitated before taking the cigar.

He almost didn't want to try again.

Slowly he raised it back to his lips and tasted the strong smoky musk.

"Just take slow gentle sucks" smiled Max, "Keep the smoke in your mouth."

Xaie obeyed.

The gentle draws filled his mouth with the rich musky smoke while he resisted the urge to take it into his lungs.

He got a feeling of light headedness.

It was strange, almost pleasant.

"Good" smiled Max, "Now exhale through your nose."

Xaie slowly exhaled through his nose.

He felt his nostrils burn with the musk as he felt the warm smoke plume out.

He swayed.

A sudden wave rushing into his head.

"Woah..." he mumbled, steadying himself on the bike rack.

"Intense, huh" smiled Max, tapping the ash from his cigarette.

"Y...yeah" Xaie grinned, smoke pouring from his mouth.

He leaned back, allowing the feeling to ease through him.

The smile on his face broadened.

"See" Max chuckled, "Now you're getting it."

Xaie nodded, taking another drag of the cigar, watching the end fizzle closer.

He relished in the feeling, smoke pouring from his nose as he kept pulling on the musky stogie between his lips.

The front of his trousers twitched.

His vision blurred slightly, the smoke passing up before his eyes.

He could almost see his dream in the fumes.

The rutting, the braying.

He could smell the mask, as if it were on his face right now.

"Mmmmph" he groaned, attempting to readjust himself without Max seeing, the bulge swelling larger.

"You ok?" asked Max, stamping on the stub of his cigarette.

"Uh..Uh huh" he moaned, sitting on the bike rack and crossing his legs to hide his arousal.

Max exhaled his last plume as he bent to pick up his cigarette butt.

"You better finish up" he mumbled, tossing the butt into a nearby bin.

"We need to get back."

Xaie nodded absently.

"Surrraawwww"

Max look around at him, a stunned expression on his face.

Xaie had frozen, his eyes suddenly wide.

"What...what did I just do" he thought suddenly as the visions of his dreams faded.

Max's eyebrow's narrowed.

"You ok man?" he asked cautiously.

Xaie suddenly took a deep breath, only to suddenly double over again.

"Whoa man!" cried Max, hurrying over and slapping his friend across the back.

Xaie spluttered and leaned back against the wall.

"Guess you're just getting used to it" Max smiled, reaching down and picking up the stub of Xaie's cigar that had fallen when he had choked.

Xaie coughed and nodded.

Max extinguished the stub on the ground before tossing it into the bin.

Xaie's eyes followed it as it flew through the air.

"C'mon we'd better get back to the bullpen" Max grunted, patting Xaie on the shoulder.

Xaie's eyes were fixed on the bin, a sudden want filling him.

He grasped the open packet in his pocket, the urge to light another was growing in his mind.

"Hey, You coming?"

Xaie shook his head, his mind clearing again.

He felt dizzy.

"Uhh...yeah..yeah" he stuttered, pushing himself from the wall and staggering forwards.

Max looked at him concernedly.

"Damn dude" he muttered, "maybe give the cigars a miss for a bit, looks like you need to build up some resistance"

Xaie nodded and the two began to make their way around the building back to the entrance.

The two walked in silence again as they made their way back into the office.

"See you later man" Max smiled as he turned into his cubicle.

Xaie gave him a nod, continuing back to his own.

He slumped into his chair and stared blankly at the screen.

"What the hell happened back there" he thought wildly.

He shifted uncomfortably and looked down.

His bulge was now straining, noticeably sticking out.

He stared at the large lump, oblivious that he had just walked through the office showing off his arousal.

He breathed gently.

He tasted the cigar, the musk remaining strong on his breath.

The musky taste brought a smile to his lips.

Despite the initial unpleasantness and the coughing fits.

He felt great.

His smile broadened, his cock throbbed.

"XAIE!"

A loud voice snapped him out of his reverie and he looked around in time to see a large stack of papers land next to him.

"I need this done by closing" said a frantic woman, straightening several more documents in her over packed arms.

"Uh...Sure" Xaie stuttered, pulling himself close to the desk to hide his bulge.

The woman suddenly stopped, her nostrils dilating.

She turned and looked down at him, her eyes sharp.

"Xaie?" she muttered, "Why do you smell like an ash tray?"

Xaie blushed.

"I...errrr" he stammered, "I tried a cigar at lunch"

The woman gave him a look of revulsion. "It's a bad habit Xaie" she said coolly before turning and walking away.

Xaie was silent for a moment in the aftermath of her departure.

"A bad habit huh" he muttered.

He sat there for a good while, weighing up all that had happened and how he was feeling before he was shaken back to reality by a fierce cry across the office.

"WHERE IS THAT REPORT!"

Xaie spun around and soon realised his lack of attention.

"Crap!" he cursed, frantically seizing the top file and returning to work.

He hurried through paper after paper.

The monotonous work drowned out the thoughts of lunch and kept him focused.

He kept grunting however as there was still one major distraction.

His throbbing cock refused to relax.

Hours later, Xaie let out a long sigh as he dropped his pen onto the desk.

"Done" he groaned, stretching his arms over his head.

The sun was going down and similar sighs of relief could be heard throughout the office.

Xaie sighed and reached to pick up his jacket.

He grunted as his trousers brushed the side of his desk, pressing his rock hard dick into his leg.

"Damn why won't you just go down" whimpered Xaie desperately as he gingerly pulled on his jacket.

He got to his feet and grabbed the last file on his desk before hurrying from his cubicle.

He moved as quickly as he dared to the back of the room where he dropped the file into a tray and turned around to hurry back down the office.

"HEY XAIE!"

He froze, cursing slightly under his breath.

Turning, he saw Max poking his head out from his cubicle.

"I gotta stay back so I'll see you tomorrow" he smiled, "Hope you're ready for the party!"

At the mention of the party, images of the costume suddenly flashed across Xaie's mind, followed quickly by the dream.

He thought his trousers would burst if his cock throbbed any harder.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he nodded back.

"Y..Yeah I'll see ya tomorrow Max" he replied, trying his best to smile.

Not leaving chance for a response, he hurried out of the office and into the nearest bathroom.

He locked himself in a stall and hurriedly undid his trousers and pulled his tented and stained boxers down.

He quivered as his hard cock sprang free into the cool air.

It stuck out, quivering.

Xaie panted, he had never been this hard for this long in his life.

Tentatively, he reached down and grasped his pulsing shaft.

"GAHHH" he cried, falling back against the stall wall as his cock spurted pre onto the cistern.

The touch had sent a shock throughout his body.

The pleasure he had felt had been so sudden and intense that it had seemed painful.

His knees trembled, he raised his hand, preparing to try again.

BANG!

Xaie froze in terror as he heard the door to the bathroom slam open.

Hurriedly he reached down and pulled his boxers and trousers back up, trying his best not to cry out as he forced his cock back into the damp, musky boxers.

Grimacing, he attempted to make his expression calm before hurriedly leaving the stall and rushing from the bathroom.

He hurried from the office, punching his time card rather hastily into the clocking dev ice as he left.

He sped along the street, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

"What is the matter with me" he thought angrily, "Why am I so fucking horny?"

He span round a corner and quickened his pace.

"I need to get home" he mumbled, "hopefully then I can GAAAAHHH"

He let out a loud cry as he collided with something hard and was sent sprawling to the floor.

"What the fuck.." he grumbled, turning around to see what had tripped him.

Lying next to him was a large sign, his eyes widening as he saw the familiar words.

HAWKIN'S HOUSE - COSTUMES AND ACCESSORIES

A Costume for those who want to truly escape the mundane world

Looking around, he saw the familiar staircase and neon lights that he had seen the previous night.

He looked up at the flickering sign, momentarily distracted from his predicament.

Thoughts of the suit filled his mind.

His cock felt like it was about to tear through his trousers from the very thought.

His eyes seemed to glaze over.

"I...I wonder if it's ready" he muttered.

He got to his feet and repositioned the sign before slowly making his way to the staircase.

The door swung open as Xaie entered the dark musky shop.

He glanced around.

The costumes were hung on the overstuffed racks as they were the night before, the eerie glow of the neon's adding a retro look to the various textures.

There was a rattle and a familiar face suddenly popped up behind the counter.

"Welcome to Hawkin's Ho..Ohhh Xaie!"

The smiling Hawk rushed out from around the counter, his donkey tail swinging merrily behind him.

He grabbed Xaie's hand and shook it enthusiastically.

"I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow" Hawk said eagerly, "What can I do for you?"

Xaie blushed and scratched the back of his head.

"I err...." He stammered, "I was wondering if the costume was...errr...ready?"

Hawk frowned slightly but a grin seemed to be hiding beyond it.

"Sorry man, It won't be done till tomorrow" he replied sadly, "I mean its only been a day, why so eager?"

Xaie's blush deepened.

"I...I just really liked it" he replied, moving to the counter and leaning against it to hide his straining bulge.

"They are great aren't they" Hawk agreed happily, returning to the other side of the counter.

He looked at Xaie, noticing his distracted attitude and sweaty brow.

"You ok?" he asked, his expression now concerned.

Xaie wiped his brow and bit his cheek.

"Y..Yeah I'm great" he replied, forcing a kind of grimace rather than a smile, "Just a little...a little.." "Disappointed?" finished Hawk.

Xaie nodded glumly.

Hawk seemed to survey Xaie for a moment before grasping his shoulder.

"Tell you what, I'll do you a favour"

Xaie looked puzzled as Hawk dived behind the counter and rummaged in a set of boxes.

His eyes followed the slow swishing of Hawk's tail as he delved into the depths of a larger box.

"Aha" he called.

He rose up and in his hand was a familiar, long eared mask.

Xaie's body seemed to radiate at the sight of the costume piece.

He felt his heart jump and the strain in his trousers only got worse.

Hawk smiled as he set the mask down on the counter.

Xaie's eyes flickered, the scent from the mask had just hit his senses.

"Mmmmph" he groaned, fighting the urge to tear off his trousers there and then.

Hawk seemed to grin.

"How about you take this tonight" he smiled, "Get a use to the feel"

He slid the mask towards Xaie who looked at it like a priceless treasure.

"I..I can take it" he murmured, reaching out and lifting it gently.

"Yup" smiled Hawk, "Just bring it back tomorrow"

Xaie grin mirrored Hawks.

"Thanks man" Xaie said happily, opening his jacket and slipping the latex mask into a pocket.

"No problem" Hawk chuckled happily, "from the looks of things, I guess you need it"

His eyes did a flick downwards and Xaie felt his face burn.

"I...errr..wha?" Xaie spluttered.

Hawk raised his hands with a serene smile.

"Nothing, nothing" he snickered, "Go on home now and I'll see you back here tomorrow for the final fitting"

Xaie grumbled an indistinct reply and nodded, his face still red.

"Enjoy!" Hawk called as the door swung shut.

Hawk began to dash home.

He knocked into several people but didn't stop, waving feeble apologies over his shoulder.

His mind was firmly fixed on getting home.

He panted and gasped as he dashed through around the familiar streets.

He could see the house.

His excitement building with each step closer.

He dashed past the bar where he had caught the scent the previous night, a whiff of smoke caught his nose and he grasped the packet in his pocket.

In an almost blind lust, he jammed the key into the lock and forced the door open.

Slamming it closed behind him, he darted up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"Oh god...Oh god" he whimpered, finally unbuttoning the straining bulge.

With and immense sigh of relief, his cock sprang free of his damp boxers.

He let himself fall back onto the bed, his cock standing like a mast above him.

"F...Fuck..." he panted, gazing down at his rigid rod.

He kicked off his boots and trousers and relished the cool air hitting his hot, naked lower body.

Gently, he reached a hand across and softly wrapped it around his shaft.

His body quivered, the intense wave of pleasure building within him.

"Ah..Ahhhhh" he moaned, his hand slowly jerking the throbbing mass.

He arched his back, the sudden pleasure was almost too much for him.

Gritting his teeth, he let out a long moan as his cock shot a large spurt of pre across his chest.

"Fu...Fuck" he panted, wiping his sweaty bow as he relaxed his back.

"Wha....what is happening to me" he thought, his mind fogging from the intense pleasure.

He reached up and grasped his chest.

His eyes widened as he felt the lump in his jacket.

He remembered.

Sitting up, he removed his jacket and looked into the pocket.

A long, brown latex ear poked out.

With a trembling hand he reached in and slowly pulled out the limp mask.

His heartbeat quickened, the musk filling his nostrils.

He grunted as his cock spurted another shot of pre over his rapidly dampening chest.

Dropping the mask beside him he pulled the pre sodden shirt off his body, throwing it unceremoniously to the floor.

He lay naked on the bed, lust and anticipation filled him as he seized the mask again and held it above him.

Gazing into its blank eyes, he lowered it closer, taking small sniffs.

The deep, earthy musk of cigars filled his senses.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Jumping up from the bed, he turned to the mirror, admiring his hot, naked body.

There was a sudden clatter behind him and he looked around.

His jacket had a fallen to the floor and something else was now sticking out from its pocket.

A dark green packet.

Another sudden urge suddenly filled Xaie's already overwhelmed mind.

Slowly he crouched down and picked up the packet.

He was rewarded by a similar musky scent as he opened the packet to reveal several long, brown cigars.

He looked back at his reflection, the lustful hunger shining in his eyes.

"H..Haha" he chuckled, "This is gonna be Haaawwt"

He covered his mouth suddenly, hearing the bray in his voice.

A slight nagging sensation in his mind attempted to be his voice of reason but as he gazed down into the blank eyes of the mask again, he felt it slowly fade away.

"L...Light" he muttered.

Hurrying from the room he ran into his kitchen and grabbed a packet of matches and a bowl.

He raced back up to the bedroom, his cock swinging with each hurried step.

Panting, he returned to the mirror, placing the bowl and matches on his dresser.

He stooped and grabbed the cigar packet from the bed and pulled out a long, fat cigar.

He ran it beneath his nose, taking in that deep musk.

Gently, he slipped it between his lips and with a snap, struck a match.

The match flickered as he touched it to the end of the cigar, a plume of dark smoke sprouting from the end.

Waving the match out, he tossed it into the bowl as he puffed slowly on the cigar, the smoke lightening as he felt the heat fill his mouth.

With a sigh, he exhaled through his nose, the smoke streaming from his nostrils.

He felt his knees tremble and his cock throb as a pleasured wave passed across his naked body, filling him with heat.

"Haaaaawww god" he brayed happily, letting his inner feelings out as his head was filled with images of his dreams.

He puffed again, his hands running across his warm skin.

He was hot, he was horny and now he wanted to free himself.

Slowly he removed the cigar and placed it in the bowl, watching it as it smouldered before snatching up the latex mask.

He took one last look into the blank eyes before he raised it up and gently began to pull it down over his head.

The latex material slowly folded itself around his face.

The sensation making his knees give out beneath him causing him to fall back onto the bed.

He tugged gently, allowing the mask to engulf his head, until with a gentle pressure on his face, it fitted snugly in place.

His heartbeat quickened as he felt the heat of the mask surround his face.

His cheeks reddened beneath the silky fabric.

The mask fitted him perfectly, just as it had the night before.

He sat up, looking at his reflection, seeing his eyes looking back at him through the realistic donkey face.

"F..Fuck" he stuttered, watching the equine mouth forming the words.

He grinned, the mask revealed large blockish teeth as it mimicked his action.

It felt so right.

He couldn't explain it, even in his mind he couldn't think why but it just felt made for him.

"Go on, you'll love it"

Xaie felt a rush of excitement as Hawk's words of the previous night filled his mind.

He remembered the feeling that had filled him when he brayed.

"Ha...Hawww"

He brayed quietly, watching the lips curl and the mouth open.

"HeeeHawwww"

His cock throbbed, the pleasure building once more as thoughts of his dreams floated to the surface of his mind.

The donkey men rubbing against each other.

Jerking their hot donkey cocks.

"HeeeeHAAAAWWW"

He brayed louder, lying back on the bed as he grabbed his throbbing shaft.

The images grew more vivid as the dream came back to him.

The mask gripped his face, his free hand moving up to caress the long soft pelt that coated the latex.

It felt so real, as though he really had a muzzle.

He felt each stroke of his hand glide alone the mask as though it was his own face.

"HEEEHAWWWWW"

He brayed loudly, the masks lips curling and showing large blocky teeth.

He gave a snort, feeling the nostrils flare.

A scent filled the mask.

His eyes flew open.

"The cigar...." he gasped quietly

He sat up, his cock copiously leaking pre down his bobbing shaft and over his swelling balls.

Looking ahead he saw the smouldering stogie glowing in the bowl.

He reached out a trembling hand and seized it.

The donkeys of his dreams brayed and puffed in his mind as he raised it up before the snout of his muzzle.

The masks nostrils flared as he took a whiff of the musky, earthen scent.

"Heeeeeehaaaaaaaaaawww"

He brayed softly, his eyes flickering in pleasure.

He had to do it.

He knew he could.

Gently he slid the end of the cigar between the surprisingly moist lips of the mask.

He felt a rush of anticipation as he felt it instantly in his own mouth.

It hadn't even gone in that far and he could feel it.

"G...Gaaaaaawwd"

He leaned back, his eyes fixed at the cigar poking from the edge of his muzzle.

"Now...do it now"

The thought was like a driving force.

He sucked on the end of the cigar, watching the end glow.

His mouth filled with the deep, earthy smoke.

His eyes flickered as his mind melted in the blissful euphoria.

The donkeymen were puffing wildly in his mind.

With a snort, he exhaled the smoke through his nose.

Two long plumes erupted from the flaring nostrils.

"HEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW"

He brayed in ecstasy, his cock spraying more pre across his chest.

The sensation was overbearing.

He arched his back as one hand returned to his pulsing rod, braying again as the pleasure surged from the contact.

He lay there, smoke furling from the flaring nostrils.

"Oh God!" he thought, jerking himself closer to what he could only be pure bliss.

He wanted it.

He needed it.

"HEEEHAWWWW!"

The brays echoed around him, each one louder and more bestial, as though the donkeymen were standing over him jerking their fat, flaring cocks.

"HAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW"

Closer and closer, he could feel it building.

The mask clung tight as though it and he were one.

He puffed deeply, the smoke hazing the room as it had in his dreams.

The musk was overwhelming him as the stogie smouldered closer and closer to his lips.

His balls throbbed.

"Ahh..Ahhhhaaaaaaaawwww"

He felt it coming.

A tension ran through his entire body as he took one last, long drag of the cigar.

The smoke filled his mouth, flooding his senses in deep blissful oblivion.

"Ha...Haa" he whimpered, almost unwilling to give in to what was about to happen.

He gripped is cock as he felt it grow rigid in his grip, his balls churning.

"HA...HAAAWWW"

He could barely form the bray as his breath caught.

As he exhaled, the sensation of the smoke leaving his nostrils breached his last barrier.

"HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

His bray was almost a scream as he bucked his hips up and his cock erupted.

Wave after wave of hot, musky cum blew from the quivering tip as his hands continued to frantically jerk the pulsing shaft.

The spray of his pleasure arched high before spattering over his hot, naked body.

He even felt some land on the tip of his muzzle.

Instinctively he stuck his tongue, an eager urge to have even the slightest taste.

Had he not been so basked in lust as the waves of the afterglow crashed over him.

He might have noticed the masks long tongue slip between the lips to sample the warm seed dripping across the masks dark lips.

He would have been more surprised by the fact that the salty taste suddenly filled his palette.

Gently, he raised a hand and withdrew the smouldering stub from between his lips, leaning over to place it into the ash filled bowl.

"H...Haww..Heeehawww"

His voice could only bray as he returned to lying back on the bed.

His eyes misted as his vision blurred.

The pleasure had been beyond anything he could have possibly imagined.

"Heeee...haaaaaaww"

He smiled as he let the brays slide from between his lips, the blockish teeth showing as the dark lips peeled back.

The mask felt almost as though it wasn't there, as if his face was truly donkey-like.

His hands fondled the ears and the long furry face, whimpering as he felt every touch.

Laying his head back, he felt again the waves of exhaustion fill him.

He closed his eyes, breathing gently as he began to feel his body fall into relaxing sleep.

In the back of his mind, he saw the donkey men smiling, standing above him, their spent cocks dripping as they finished their cigars.

As though they were welcoming him into the group.

As one of them

One of them

"Heeeehaaaaaawww"

He brayed gently, a wonderful feeling of belonging filling him as he let his body go limp.

His breaths deepening as he gently drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.