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DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong scenes of M/M sex and forced animal transformation, if this does not interest you or you feel offended by this content, please close the file and look around for something you enjoy. If this is your sort of story, please sit back and enjoy.

"Ahhh...fuck...harder"

Stephen felt a tingle of sweat move down his brow as he grunted, listening to the moans of his conquest.

The naked college student on the bed beneath him was moaning in ecstasy, his fingers gripping the bedding and his legs contorting with the immeasurable pleasure of being fucked for the first time.

"...please.."

The whimpering student buried his face into the pillow as the man dominating his virgin ass suddenly gave a heavy thrust.

"That's it boy" the Stephen grinned, slapping the students pale ass cheek and taking pleasure in watching it redden.

The student let out a muffled cry of pleasure and arched his back.

Stephen loved hearing them moan and whimper.

He thrust deeper into the boy's warm hole.

Stifling his own moans as his conquest jerked in response.

"Get your face out of that pillow boy"

Gripping the students hair he pulled his face from the fabric, grinning as the moans and cries of pleasure became audible.

"Fuck...sir...please...I'm gonna..."

Stephen's smile broadened, he knew what was coming.

Pulling out of the boys raw hole, he smiled for a moment at his own throbbing nine inch rod.

"God I'm a fucking stud" he thought greedily as he grabbed the boys shoulder and forced him to lay on his back.

The boy's face was flushed a deep red, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths.

Stephen looked into the boys eyes as he stroked his massive rod, seeing them stare unfocussed at the ceiling, the boy was totally lost in pleasure.

The boys cock was rock hard and leaking onto his toned abs, Stephen almost felt the urge to stroke it, but he knew how he wanted this to go and this boy was almost there.

Stephen moved onto the bed, moving over the boy so their faces were barely an inch apart.

"I wanna hear you boy" he growled, seeing the boys lip tremble with need, "every sound, you understand?"

The boy swallowed.

"Y...Yes sir" he whimpered, "p...please...I need it..."

"Good boy"

In a swift movement, Stephen pulled the boys legs up, exposing his raw cheeks and hole.

He licked his finger and slowly pressed it in, smiling at how easy it was to make the boy cry out, his back arching and his cock spraying a fresh jet of pre.

"GAAAAHHH...FUCK!"

Stephen quivered with his own pleasure, removing his fingers he brought his own leaking cock back to the boys hole.

"Alright boy" he grinned, feeling the warmth begin to envelop his shaft again, "Let me hear it"

"FUUUUUUCK!"

The boy was shrieking with the pleasure, his moans and cried growing louder as Stephen resumed his thrusts, enjoying each and every moment.

He could see the boys shaft pulse with each long thrust and knew he was hitting all the right spots.

How he loved to watch them squirm.

The boy squirmed harder as Stephen's shaft massaged his prostate, Stephen knew he was close, and he just needed that one last push.

The boys voice was shrill and weak, his back was beginning to arch, his cheeks clamping around the cock that was pushing him to the brink.

"...fuck I'm gonna....GONNA...."

Stephen felt him tense around his shaft, pushing him to the edge.

He began to thrust harder, ready to claim this boy

"LET IT OUT BOY!" he yelled, feeling his own cock begin to pulse.

"...fuuuuck....I'm Gonna....CAAAAWWWWMMM HEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW"

The boys yell devolved suddenly into a loud, bestial bray as his cock erupted.

Spraying the two men with a load that most men would have been proud of.

"OH, FUCK YEAH!!!!" Stephen roared as he thrust his entire length into the boys hole.

His cock filling the boy with his own massive load, claiming him.

"HEEEEEHAAAWWWWW, HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW"

The boy continued to bray, his body spasming in pleasure.

Stephen's eyes were alight with a fierce pleasure as he panted, his body glistening with sweat.

His gaze fixed on the boys cock as it continued to ooze a stream of cum.

The shaft pulsed and before his eyes, the skin began to darken and gain in girth and length.

"HEEEEEHAAWWWW....Heeeeeehaawwwww....heeehawww"

Even as the boys brays grew weaker, his shaft grew longer, thicker and darker.

"...heee....haawwww"

Finally spent, the boy slumped back onto the bed and quivered, the brays fading to incoherent moans.

Stephen planted his hands on either side of the boys hips, panting in the fierce afterglow.

His eyes still shining as they continued to watch the boy's body.

The thick black cock that now rested close to the boys pecs was still leaking, matting the thick brown hairs that had sprouted on his formerly hairless chest.

"...damn you were a good fuck...." Stephen panted, beginning to pull his spent cock from the boys hole.

Enjoying the feeling as it grew momentarily tighter around his shaft, watching the skin around the boys hole darken and the hole begin to pucker as his tip emerged with a trickle of his own thick cum.

The boy had let out a deep moan and shivered as he pulled out but now he slumped back onto the bed, his blackening lips parting to show thick teeth before he began to breathe deeply in slumber.

Stephen grinned at the prone figure on the bed, admiring the changes that slowly stole away his humanity.

Edging his way off the bed, Stephen bent to gather his own clothes.

A pair of dark cargo shorts and a thick black t-shirt embroidered with P.I in large letters.

Slipping back into his uniform and fixing a strange utility belt around his waist, he stood to gaze down at his conquest.

The hair on the boy's body had grown thicker and a pair of long ears now stood out on either side of his head, the thick black cock now retreating into a leathery sheath between his legs.

Stephen sneered down at the sleeping boy.

"You had a fine ass" he growled, "now you're becoming one"

He turned and walked to the door.

"Enjoy your new life jackass, thanks for visiting Pleasure Island" he added before leaving the room and closing the door.

Walking down the hotel hallway, Stephen smiled to himself.

"I wonder if he'll wake up before he finishes changing" he chuckled wickedly, pressing the button on a nearby elevator.

"Probably not, HAHAHA!" he grinned before letting out a long, vindictive laugh which was shortly cut off by a beeping from his pocket.

Reaching in he retrieved a pager and a small walkie talkie, his eyes moving to the number showing on the lit screen of the pager.

The readout read PLH-005

"Hah a premature boy huh" Stephen chuckled, his smile getting wider before pressing the button on the walkie talkie.

"This is Stephen, responding PLH zero zero five" he spoke clearly as the elevator doors dinged open and he stepped in.

"Roger that" came the response and Stephen grinned easily, jabbing the button for the lobby and leaning against the wall as the elevator began to descend.

Letting out a long breath, Stephen relaxed and closed his eyes.

He never got tired of it, being a guard on Pleasure Island.

Every couple of weeks a new boatload of jocks and assholes would turn up at the port, ready to binge themselves on the beer and cigars and act like general jackasses.

Then it would begin.

Their ears would lengthen, their pants would bulge with their tails and cocks.

And their laughs and cheers would turn to brays.

Stephen quivered at the thought, feeling his cock throb in his shorts.

He always loved it when a boy lets out his first bray, the sound being a major turn on for him.

Even more so when he encouraged it, when he made a boy bray like the jackass he would soon be.

He groped his swelling bulge as he thought about his latest conquest, how he had found the jock with a bunch of rowdy friends, fresh off the boat.

They were eagerly drinking and smoking the free booze and cigars, he had approached them and played to the usual interests of sports and girls.

He then singled out the one boy who kept catching his eye, keeping the gaze, slowly seducing him with compliments and gentle touches, it was always so easy.

Soon he had the boy swooning in his arms and then it was into the nearest hotel or private room where he would claim his prize.

Straight guys were such great fucks and usually it was always their first time having their anal cherry popped and he was more than happy to oblige and watching these boys change from the carnal acts was just the icing on hunky beefcake.

He stroked himself through his shorts, the lift descending and the sounds of partying growing louder, his mind still hearing that boy's first bray as he came.

He tried to recall the boy's name but it slipped his mind, he never bothered to remember their names.

It never mattered by the end of the night anyway.

The elevator dinged open and he stepped out into bustling lobby, the party spilling in from outside.

Boys were lounging on chairs with massive steins of golden ale, happily guffawing a lewd jokes while others were chasing each other around the room, snatching at stolen shirts or hats and sending various tables crashing to the floor as they went.

Stephen smirked as he walked through the throng, seeing the ears of these boys begin to bob as they suddenly began to stretch or hearing the guffawing laugh take on a deeper, bestial tone.

He glanced down at his watch.

"Three hours in" he thought, "changes should be beginning now"

He squeezed his way out the doors and into the bustling main plaza of Pleasure Island resort.

The party was even more intense out in the main Plaza, as Stephen had expected.

The vast courtyard was filled with men all enjoying the plentiful pleasures that would seal their fate

They were diving in and out of the central fountain, running amok, drinking, smoking and in cases even wrestling in typical 'bro-ish' manner.

Everywhere Stephen looked he could see the effects of the island beginning to show itself in the party, there was braying mixed up in the shouts, long ears sticking up unnoticed and bobbing in time to the loud music and long tails waving out the back of torn jeans as the boys danced on, ignorant of their fate.

His smirk broadened as he began to weave his way through the crowd, his eyes set on a large building just off the square in the shape of an enormous '8' ball, the Pleasure Island Pool Hall.

His attention was suddenly drawn across the plaza as panicked yells reached his ears.

Looking beyond the fountain, he could see a boy yelling for help at the top of his voice and waving his arms frantically.

Looking more closely, Stephen saw that the boys arms were tipped with the thick, black hooves of a jackass and even now thick dark hairs were sprouting on his skin from the shiny keratin.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HAAWWWWWLP MEEEE!" he yelled trying desperately to grab the attention of the other partygoers but the music drowned his pleas out.

Immediately changing tact, Stephen turned and began to push his way toward the boy, barely making it ten steps before a figure emerged out of the crowd dressed in the same shirt, shorts and boots as himself.

The burley figure wrapped a thick muscled arm around the boy and covered his mouth with his hand.

His eyes going wide, the boy flailed madly in his captors' arms, his voice muffled as he struggled in vain.

Giving Stephen a quick nod, the man began to heave the boy with relevant ease back through the crowd towards one of the many buildings that encircled the plaza.

The boys around seemed not to notice the abduction, continuing their debauchery with increased vigour, as fireworks suddenly exploded overhead.

Stephen turned back towards the Pool Hall.

That was their role in the early hours of the night, to watch for any premature transformations and to isolate them before they cause a panic among the other boys.

Not that the odd outburst ever caused a lot of issues in the early hours as most of the boys only had eyes for the wonders of the island but if small groups were to become aware then they could cause a riot that would be difficult to control.

Luckily the guards had ways to effectively spot and remove threats as soon as they popped up.

His eyes swept around as the Pool Hall grew closer, he managed to clock five or six of his fellow guards keeping watch on the main plaza and he knew that there were many more along the path and in the amusement park further inland.

All ready to catch out a stray donkey boy when they began to bray too early although unlike him they were limited to their assigned posts whereas he was a free roamer, able to move between attractions and react to summons from other personnel.

Pushing open the saloon doors to the Pool Hall, Stephen was greeted by more raucous laughter mixed with the sound of clacking from the four large pool tables spaced around the floor.

The hall was brightly lit with a large bar along one side behind the tables and a large open top balcony that made up a second floor.

Making his way towards the bar he watched as a muscular blonde boy bent over a table to make a shot, a large bulge pressing out in his jeans above his bubbly ass.

"Oh fuck yeah" Stephen grinned and paused to watch, seeing the bulge quiver.

"Ughh Fuck man my jeans are getting tight" the boy moaned, arching his back and making the bulge strain more.

Stephen felt his cock jump in his shorts as the boy twisted and groaned.

"I think its gonnaawwww heeeeHHAAWWWW"

RIIIIIP!

The boy let out a long braying cry as his jeans tore and a long grey tail shot out into the air before falling down between his legs where it swayed as he panted in apparent relief.

"Damn that's better" the boy groaned before leaning back over the table as though he didn't even notice his new appendage.

The balls rolled and clacked as he made his shot.

"Nice shot" Stephen smiled, slapping the boy on the shoulder as he passed, smiling more as the boys tail began to wag with his joy.

"Thanks dude" the boy responded before turning to his friend and handing over the cue, the two of them laughing and taking swigs from large tankards.

Stephen merely snickered to himself and approached the bar where another colleague in black was tending the bar and seemed to have enjoyed the scene as much as he had.

"Where's the mark" he asked, gazing around and realising that none of the boys here were changed past their ears or tails.

The bartender jerked his thumb towards a door.

"Back room" he grunted, "ran in there after his ears and hooves came in"

Stephen nodded and moved to the door, hearing an odd thumping and crashing coming from beyond it.

"This is gonna be fun" he smiled before entering the room.

The back room was a large room filled with tall shelves and a large card table where the guards would sometimes spend break periods early in the night before the changes started.

Closing the door behind him, he moved carefully into the room, his attention drawn to the frantic panting and whimpering coming from behind one of the shelves.

Stephen smirked, stealthily moving into the room and peering around a stack of where he saw a figure standing on a sofa desperately trying to reach boxes on high shelves.

Looking down, Stephen saw that many of the boxes had been upended and papers and odd trinket gathered from previous visitors of the island were scattered over the floor.

"Come on there's gotta be fucking phone in here somewhere"

The boy stumbled slightly and Stephen saw that a pair of hooves were sticking out of the bottom of his jeans which added to his precarious balancing act.

Stephen licked his lips in anticipation and stepped forwards.

"You won't find one there jackass"

The boy let out a panicked yell and fell backwards, slumping down hard on the sofa.

Stephen laughed, watching the boy try to recover himself as he closed the distance, stepping between the scattered trinkets.

Getting closer, he saw thick brown fur had already grown up the boys neck and his ears had lengthened into long donkey ears.

"You!" the boy gasped, pointing a dark nailed finger at Stephen "You're the ones doing this aren't you?"

Stephen raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"You think we're the ones doing this do you?"

Standing over the boy he saw him sink back into the sofa, he loved the feeling of power over these boys as they became what they truly were.

"Oh no, it's never us"

Stephen leaned down, maintaining a fierce eye contact with the boys wide green eyes until their faces were inches apart.

"It's always you boys" he grinned wickedly "drinking, smoking and making jackasses of yourselves...until you eventually become one"

The boy began to whimper, his eyes wide with fear at what he now knew would be his fate.

He reached up and grabbed Stephen's shirt in desperation.

"Help me...PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP MEEEEEEE!"

With a jerk, his hands released Stephen and slapped to his mouth, muting the start of his first bray.

Stephen threw his head back and laughed, feeling his own cock throb again.

He sneered down at the boy, seeing tears in his eyes while he breathed deeply.

"..please... I don't want to be a donkey"

He looked up pleadingly at Stephen, who's face now wore a cold expression.

Leaning down till his face was inches from the boys, Stephen kept his eye contact and enjoyed the effect it was clearly having.

"If you didn't wanna be a jackass, you shouldn't have acted like one"

His words as cold as ice he suddenly gripped the boys chin in his hand, squeezing his cheeks.

"I hope you enjoyed it while you could boy." He whispered, watching the boys lips beginning to darken, "Now it's time to pay for your fun."

He tightened his grips slightly causing the boy to moan and squirm in his seat.

"Come on jackass, let me hear it"

The boys eyes widened and he gripped Stephen's hands trying to break his grip.

"Please...no....let me GAAAAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW"

The bray burst from his lips and Stephen smiled as the boys nose suddenly swelled and flattened in his grip, beginning to push out into his hand as his muzzle began to form.

"That's it jackass, let me hear it loud and proud"

"HEEEEEEEHAWWWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWWW"

The boy's face pushing out inch by inch with each loud bray he let out, his voice deepening as each bray became more and more realistic.

Stephen continued to smile, feeling the bulge in his shorts tighten as he watched the boys muzzle push out to completion and the fur on his neck rising to coat his new face in a thick brown pelt.

"Look at you now, looking like the jackass you really are" Stephen laughed, pointing down at the half transformed donkey boy.

"Man I love working here" he finished with a grin.

The donkey boy was too busy feeling his new appendage, tears falling from his large eyes that had shifted with his muzzle.

He looked up at Stephen, watching him laugh and gloat down at his current predicament.

"This guy is clearly a bigger ass than I am" he though miserably, the tears still flowing from him his eyes.

As he looked back though, something caught his gaze.

Stephen was laughing hard, hands on his knees, too focused on watching the boys transformation to realise that with each burst of laughter, his ears stretched, inch by inch and were slowly darkening as they were covered in greyish fur.

The boys eyes widened and his thick lips peeled back in a kind of mulish smile.

Stephen laugh faded slightly at the strange look on the donkey boys face.

"And what do you think your smiling at Jackass" he sniped.

The donkey boys smiled widened and he opened his mouth.

"HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!"

Letting out a long bray, the boys smile faded but his mouth remained open as his hands flew to his thickening neck.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAWWWW HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWWW!!!!"

Stephen laughed as the boy tried again and again to speak, only to find that his voice had been robbed for him, he could only bray like the beast he was becoming.

As he laughed and listened to the boys strangled brays, his ears stretched longer, now standing above his head, he didn't even realise that sounds were becoming clearer and slightly louder to him.

The boy continued to watch Stephen, who was still oblivious to the changes, pondering how to shatter his illusions.

He tried to stand but wobbled dangerously, his hooves unsteady on the cluttered floor and he was not helped by a strange tightness in chest that was forcing his arms in front of his body.

His wobbling only incensed Stephen to laugh harder, finally finding his 'feet', the donkey boy raised a hand, intending to point out his captors new appendages.

But in raising his hand he found he could only make a fist.

"HAAAAAAAAAWWW?"

Braying in confusion he stared at his hands where it suddenly clicked what was about to happen to him.

"HEEEEHAAAWWWW!"

Trying desperately to open his now blackened hands that had balled into fists, he brayed in desperation as his fingers fused and hardened before his eyes until he was staring at a pair of shiny black donkey hooves.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

Stephen watched the donkey boy bray in despair at the loss of his hands, smiling at his rapid changes.

"Not gonna be long now" he jibed, stepping forwards and grabbing one of the donkey boys hooves.

"So let's just get you comfortable jackass, for a start, hooves belong on the ground!"

He suddenly pulled hard, forcing the donkey boy off balance and he fell, braying wildly forwards and with a loud thudding noise, his hooves hit the floor,

"HEEEEHAAWWWW HAAAWWW!"

The donkey boy brayed and suddenly reared, trying to stand back up but a sudden cracking noise forced his hooves back to the floor.

Stephen watched from above as the boys jeans suddenly grew tighter as his ass swelled, a large bulge forming at the front and back.

"Should I help him out" he asked himself, rubbing his own throbbing bulge, still unaware that his ears were now just as long as the donkey boys.

"Nah"

He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his throbbing cock.

"I think I'm just gonna enjoy the show" he smiled, stroking his throbbing shaft.

"HEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWW!"

The donkey boy brayed, clearly in discomfort as he suddenly bucked his legs, striking the shelves and causing several boxes to tumble on to the sofa.

His ass growing larger as the sound of tearing fabric suddenly joined the donkey boys brays and the wet sound of Stephen pleasuring his shaft.

"C'mon jackass" Stephen moaned, enjoying the show, "Bray it all out like the fucking beast you are!"

"Haaawww HEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!"

With a loud bray and sudden ripping sound, the donkey boys jeans shredded, unleashing a long tasselled tail, a thick donkey sheath and the brown furry ass of a donkey.

"Oh Fuck yeah" Stephen moaned, his cock leaking from a rush of deep pleasure of watching this jackass become the beast, each stroke causing his cock to get slightly longer and thicker.

"HEEEEHAAWWWW!"

The donkeys brays grew even more bestial as his belly suddenly began to swell with muscle and fat, his shirt straining under his growing bulk, the last thing that showed he was even human.

Stephens smile grew wide, watching the donkeys ears migrate to the top of his head, twitching as his neck swelled thicker and longer, pushing his head further from his swelling body, the last of his hair thinning out to a mane while his brown pelt covered the last of his human skin.

"Fuck...Jackass" Stephen moaned, "One...more fucking....bray...mmmph"

Not realising his cock was now several inches longer that it had been a moment ago, he was lost in his own bouts of pleasure, his now fully grown donkey ears standing out, showing his bliss.

Hearing the tearing of the donkeys shirt, Steven stroked harder watching and waiting for the donkeys final bray.

"Haawwww....Haawwww...HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

The shirt finally tore free as the donkeys body finished shifting to full donkey proportions and he let out a long, bestial bray.

The boy was now a full jackass

"NggghhaaAAWWW FUCK!"

Stephen cried out, his voice devolving into a partial bray as swollen cock shot his thick load over the carpet and causing the donkey to bray in surprise, his large nostrils flaring at the sudden musky scent.

"Ohhh fuck...." Stephen moaned, leaning back against the wall and grinning wickedly at the donkey staring at him.

"Shame you were already changing when I found you, bet you would have been a great fuck"

Stuffing his enlarged, slightly darker cock back into his shorts where it made a noticeable bulge he continued to smirk at the jackass that was now huffing and sniffing around, his own ears now instinctively flicking and turning.

"HeeeeeeeeeeeHAAAAAAAAAW"

The donkey gave a loud bray and stared at him with deep brown eyes.

Stephen gazed back.

He never knew if they had their minds when they finished but to him it was neither here nor there, he was just another donkey to be sold for profit.

"Enjoy your new life jackass" he muttered before turning to the door back into the Pool Hall, leaving the donkey behind.

Emerging back into the main hall, Stephen winced at the sudden burst of music, laughing and braying.

"Man I forget how loud it gets sometimes" he grumbled, looking around and smiling at the patrons all of which were now sporting tails, ears and some were even standing on hooves.

He looked down at his watch.

"Another hour gone huh" he smirked, "Almost time for the braying"

He turned the bar and rapped to get the barman's attention who was sorting some glasses on the opposite wall.

"Hey, I got a full feral in the back room, can you call the collector?"

"Sure dude I'll...."

The barman turned to address Stephen but suddenly froze, his eyes suddenly growing wide in shock.

"What's up?" Stephen asked, looking concerned and his ears suddenly folding back.

The movement caused the barman's eyes to move from above his head to his face.

Stephen turned his head in an attempt to follow his colleagues gaze and at that moment several shirts fell from the balcony as several boys stripped off, clearly getting ready to engage in some carnal pleasure as they were rubbing their furry bodies together and rubbing each other's bulges.

The sight caused his own large bulge to throb and he licked his lips, feeling an odd thickness to them.

"Man they're really starting early tonight" Stephen smiled, turning back to the barman who still had a look of stunned shock on his face.

"Ye..Yeah they are" the barman stuttered, "Like I didn't expect a full feral, guessing you...err...brought out the jackass in him"

Stephen chuckled,

"Yeah but not in my usual way, too far turned, didn't wanna risk it"

His ears twitched.

"Right I better get back out in the plaza, can you arrange for the collection?"

The barman gulped and nodded.

"Sure dude...I'll...err...see you later...I guess"

Stephen nodded, his ears flopping.

"See ya later dude"

The barman watched Stephen go, staring at his cargo shorts and seeing the slight rise of a bulge above his ass before he was hidden by the saloon doors swinging closed.

Shaking his head, he knelt behind the bar and pulled out a telephone.

Punching in a series of numbers, he held the receiver to his ear.

"This better be good" came a cold voice from the other end.

"Yes Sir" the barman responded, tugging at his collar, "I need to report, I have a full feral in the Pool Hall back room for collection and....and..."

He trailed off, feeling worried.

"And what?" came the voice

The barman took a deep breath.

"And we have a Code Double Zero....Stephen"

There was silence for a few moments before the voice responded.

"Understood, is he aware"

"No Sir, he's not"

"Then do nothing, he will be handled"

The barman breathed a sigh of relief, "Understood Sir"

"A collector will be dispatched for the asset, stand by for further orders"

"Yes Sir, thank you"

The line went dead with a loud click and the barman sighed again before replaced the receiver and standing back up.

"THERE YOU ARE BRO!"

"C'MON WE'RE THIRSTY"

"BRING ON THE BOOZE!"

A large group of donkey boys had lined up at the bar, several had proto-muzzles now and were grinning with large blockish teeth.

Slightly taken aback by the sudden rush, the barman hitched a smile back onto his face and grabbed some fresh tankards.

"OK Lads!" he called over the crowd, "Let's get you all some good old PI Brew!"

A loud cheer erupted around the pool hall as the barman tended to the developing herd.

Stephen gazed around as he crossed the plaza, the music now was louder now and almost every patron around him now had ears and tails.

He gazed up at the large clock on top of the hotel and grinned.

"Nearly 10, the Braying should happen any moment soon" he muttered, stepping between a pair of men who were shirtless and dancing in time to the beat, their chests covered in thick, furry pelts.

A loud beeping suddenly came from his pager and he looked down.

The readout flashed HOM-003 STPHN

Stephen stopped in his tracks and stared at the pager.

A personal request for him, that was a rare occurrence for any guard.

"Zero Zero Three?" he pondered, "Over destructive patron in the mirror hall?"

Confused, Stephen grabbed his walkie talkie and pressed he button.

"This is Stephen responding with enquiry HOM zero zero three, is this necessary?"

"The Braying will occur any minute now" he thought idly, "Why bother containing a patron at this stage?"

The walkie talkie crackled.

"Report is valid Stephen" came the reply, "HOM needs securing before start of the Braying to minimalize expense, you have been selected as the nearest available roamer, please confirm response"

Stephen frowned.

The Braying was the stage in night which a large amount of patrons discovered the changes and the whole Island basically went into riot mode and all you could hear was panicked braying, this usually occurred about three or four hours into the night. Collateral damage therefore was expected when patrons started bucking new hooves and charging past each other, although several attractions were closed to prevent excessive damage, like the Hall of Mirrors.

Shrugging, he pressed the button again.

"Stephen responding HOM zero zero three" he responded.

"Roger that" came the response and he replaced the device on his belt before heading off down the main avenue off the plaza.

This central avenue acted as the connecting thoroughfare between the Main Plaza and the Amusement park, it had a few hole in the wall bars, cigar dispensaries and smaller sideshows including the Arcades and the Hall of Mirrors.

There were many boys clustered around, many already were in more advanced states of the transformation, one boy was covered head to foot in grey fur but was still oblivious to his changes, others were walking around will both hands and feet as hooves.

As he walked, several boys pointed to him and started laughing.

"Wooohooo shift ended bro?" one yelled, "Join the Paaaaawwty"

Stephen gave him a smile and a wave.

"What did he mean by that?" he pondered, walking further down the avenue.

Glancing around, his gaze fell upon a group clustered around a large popcorn stand, bent double over a trough where the freshly popped kernels were being dispensed from the stand.

The boys were munching way laughing.

"Gaaawwd this is the best stuff ever"

"Yeah dude, best booze and food, this place is haaawwwsome heeeeeHHAAAAAAWWW"

A dark haired boy let out a long bray and the others laughed.

"Dude you sound like a donkeeeehaaawww HEEEEEHAAWWWWW"

He brayed too and he grasped his mouth in shock.

"Did that...did that come out of me?"

The smiles of the other boys seemed to falter for a moment but then there was a loud popping and a wave of fresh popcorn rushed into the trough which had discreetly lowered itself closer to the floor without anyone noticing.

"Oh Boy! A fresh load!"

Smiled erupted back onto the groups as they turned as one to the trough, bending even further to reach the fresh golden kernels, some of the group even putting hands on the floor which, as Stephen observed, quickly fused and darkened into hooves while the faces grazing in the trough were beginning to push out into proto muzzles.

As he walked by, Stephen's ears twisted as he heard several distinct pops and cracks and grinned.

"Enjoy standing on four legs Jackasses" he chuckled, resuming his way up to a large building with large letters made up of blinking lights spelling out, Hall of Mirrors.

"Shame" he thought idly, "I thought it was about to start."

The bulge above his ass swelled slightly as he stepped up through the open doors to the building.

The Hall of Mirrors was a dim, winding labyrinth of hallways each containing a series of mirrors which provided amusing reflections of the patrons who gazed into them, each mirror displaying a different effect.

Stephen stepped into the first hall and listened.

The building didn't stretch far so he would be able to hear the destructive culprit if they were causing so much of a ruckus for it to be called in.

But the hall was rather quiet, not unusual for this time in the evening, but there was no sounds of destruction or outcries identified in the report.

"Hey dude check this one out!" came a voice from around the corner "This one makes you look like you haaaawwve a donkey face HA!"

"Woah dud you really look like an ass, hahahaaawwwww"

Stephen grinned and felt his cock throb, the bulge now much larger than it had been earlier in the evening.

"Two more here" he muttered, his donkey ears now swivelling in all directions, attempting to pick up a possible disturbance.

"Something isn't right here" he thought, scratching his arm as an itch seemed to set in with his uneasiness.

He reached for his walkie talkie and held it up.

"This is Stephen, reporting from HOM, no sign of disturbance in building, can you please confirm order?"

The device crackled with static but no response came back.

"Hello, is anyone receiving?" he repeated into the receiver "This is Stephen, House of Mirrors, please confirm?"

The walkie talkie crackled again.

"What's going on?" he muttered quietly, "Someone should respond"

"OH GOD! ITS NOT A RELECTION! ITS REEEEHAAAAAAWWW"

"DUDE WE GAAWWWTTA GET OUT OF HEEEEHAAAAWWW"

Stephen wheeled around as two boys suddenly came barrelling around the corner at the end of the hall, one had a full donkey muzzle covered in brown fur, the other was holding his arms in front of his face in horror, staring at the dark hooves that had replaced his hands and the grey fur spreading from them.

"HEY HE'S A STAFF MEMBER!" the hooved boy cried jabbing a hoof in Stephen's direction and the two made a beeline for him before he could even move.

The donkey faced man got there first and grabbed Stephen's shirt, his eyes wide with fear.

"DUDE YOU GAAWWWWWTTAAAWWW HELP US PLEEEEHAAWWWWW"

Stephen grunted and pushed the boy off him and he fell to his knees, clutching his muzzle in horror, the brown fur now visible on his arms.

"What's there to help Jackass?" Stephen growled, sneering down at the boy, "You acted like a jackass, now you're gonna pay for it"

"Please" the boy whimpered "I don't wanna beee haaaww dawwwnkeeeeehaaaww HEEEEEHAWWWW!"

His last words dissolved into long brays, making Stephens cock throb harder, the bulge almost reaching the edge of his shorts.

"Well you should haawve thought of that before being such an ass then, shouldn't you?" Stephen retorted.

"AND WHAT ABOUT YOU THEN!" cried the hooved boy cried, jabbing Stephen in the chest with a hard hoof.

Stephen glared at the boy and grabbed his shirt.

"Jackasses with hooves belon on all fours!" he growled, hurling the man down to he was forced to catch himself on his hooves.

"I have the pleasure of watching you asses become what you are" he continued, staring down at the boy who's long ears were pinned back in fear.

"THEN YOU MUST HAAAAWWWVE BEEN JUST AS MUCH OF AN ASS AS US!" he yelled up trying to push himself back to his feet.

Stephen frowned down.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he spat scornfully

"HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!!!"

The donkey headed man let out a long bray and suddenly reached out and seized both of Stephen's donkey ears and gave them a hard tug.

"AGGGGGGHHH HEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!!!"

Stephen froze, his hands suddenly clasped over his mouth and his eyes wide in shock.

"Did I just?" he thought, a horrible dread beginning to fill his insides, "No, no its impossible!"

He slowly reached up, his hands shaking, until he reached where his ears should have been.

And instead felt something longer and furrier.

"No" he whimpered, "NO THIS CAN'T BE!"

He gripped them and pulled them down and saw with his own eyes, gripped in his hands, something long and pointed, covered in grey fur.

"NOOOOO!"

He dashed between the two boys and skidded to a halt in front of the nearest mirror in the hall and stared at his reflection.

His eyes widened in horror.

His ears now stood high over his head, covered in silky grey fur.

A perfect pair of donkey ears.

"How, when?" he thought wildly, his hands reaching up and feeling them again, watching his reflection confirm that they were real.

"T..this shouldn't be possible" he cried "Guards are immune, we don't turn!"

Ignoring the ongoing cries of the two changing donkeyboys, Stephen grabbed his walkie talkie and hurriedly pressed the button.

"THIS IS STEPHEN" he yelled into the device, "EMERGENCY, I NEED HELP IN THE HALL OF MIRRORS IMMEDIATELY! PLEASE RESPOND!"

The device crackled but no response came back.

"PLEASE SOMEONE RESPOND! I'VE LOST MY IMMUNITY AND I'M BEGINNING TO TURN INTO A DONKEEEEEEHAWWWWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW"

The walkie talkie fell to the floor as his hands shot to his throat, his voice devolving into long brays.

Watching his reflection, his nose appeared to swell and he gasped as the black, flattened tip of a donkey's cock emerged from the leg of his shorts.

"NAAAWWWWW" he cried, tears beginning to fall down his face as he fell to his knees.

"Why is this happening? What have I done? What can I do to stop this"

Thoughts were racing through his head as he knelt there, his heart racing.

His gaze fell to his arms and he watched in horror as grey hairs began to push out and he felt an odd stiffness in his fingers.

"No....NO!" he cried, jumping to his feet.

"I gotta get help, NOW!"

He dashed down the hall towards the doors to the hall, ignoring the frantic brays of the two donkey boys behind him and quickly reaching the front doors where he emerged out into a scene of total chaos.

"HAAAAWWLP! MY HAAAAAWNDS!"

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEHAWWWWW!"

"NAAAWW PLEEEEEHAAWWW HAAAWWLP"

"MAAAAWWWW MAAAWWWWW"

"HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW"

All around him, boys were running around in a panic, crying out and braying as the reality of the situation had crashed down upon them.

The Braying had begun.

Everywhere Stephen looked the changes were beginning to accelerate.

The group of boys surrounding the popcorn trough were already fully transformed, braying loudly and bucking their hind legs frantically, one of them striking the cart which fell and struck the floor with a loud clanging crash, scattering kernels everywhere.

Shaking his head, Stephen dashed out into the rush of boys in the avenue heading back towards the Plaza, his head turning frantically as he searched for a guard or a staff member however all of the sideshows appeared to be abandoned by their owners and the guards were nowhere to be seen.

"Shit" he growled, "WHERE IS EVEEEEEEHAAAWWW HEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWW"

He clapped his hands to his mouth and his eyes went wide as he felt it push out slightly.

"I can't let myself change further" he told himself, emerging into the crowded plaza which was now a veritable mosh pit of changing donkey boys.

"Just don't think about it" He thought desperately, "Stay calm!"

Stephens thoughts were interrupted as he was suddenly shunted by a mass of boys of in strained football jerseys pulled tight over their barrelling chests.

Braying loudly, the boys were hunched over, backs cracking and forcing hooves to the floor as they brayed for mercy.

"HAWWWWWLP MEEEEHAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW!"

"PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHEEEEHAAWWWW!"

One by one each boys voices faded into brays, their faces pushed into furry muzzles and their eyes faded to a deep brown.

With each boys bray, Stephen felt his donkey cock throb, adding further pressure to his shorts and a sudden tearing of fabric caused his donkey ears to stand up.

The pressure building in his back and a throbbing above his ass was growing more intense and as he reached back, he felt the huge bulge and the fabric of his shorts was beginning to fray.

"Oh god no" he thought, trying to ignore the feeling despite knowing what was happening in the confines of his tightening shorts.

"Not that, anything but that" he gasped, fighting his way through the crowd, his eyes frantically searching for a sign of another guard.

"Where are they?" he panted, trying to think amidst his panic as his shorts grew tighter.

He tried to calm down, knowing that panic was often a stimulant for the changes.

"When The Braying begins" he though, "we retreat to the caverns until the majority have turned"

"THE CAVERNS!" he yelled and turned, dashing towards a side door in one of the plaza buildings.

Wrenching it open, he emerged onto a stairwell which descended underground.

Taking the steps two at a time, he shot down flight after flight, descending deeper into the foundations of the island.

On the last flight he jumped the last five steps and came to a halt against a rough carved stone wall, panting fiercely from exhaustion.

He wiped his sweaty brow with his stiffening fingers and look around.

The staircase had ended at the edge of a small passage that lead into a wide cavernous chamber, hewn from the very rock of the island.

From inside this room came more frantic brays of terrified donkeys, the cracking of whips and the shouts, cheers and jeers of men.

Catching his breath, Stephen ran ahead into the chamber and took in the ongoing commotion within.

The room was filled with four large corals, all of which were being filled with fully transformed jackasses that were being pulled in from ramps that Stephen knew connected to the central attractions where the concentration of boys allowed for easy transport.

The donkeys kicked and brayed but were powerless against the strength of the burley guards pulling on the ropes around their necks eventually being thrown into a coral, some of the guards were cracking whips to ensure obedience from the terrified jackasses.

Stacked high next to each coral were large crates, labelled with various locations such as Circus, Salt Mines or Taxi.

Stephen gulped as these determined the fate of the jackasses once their changes were fully complete and would be loaded onto a ship in the hidden cove within the cavern where they would be shipped off to live their new lives.

He desperately hoped that he wouldn't end up in one of them as sudden tightening above his ass brought his situation straight back to the front of his mind.

Spotting a group of guards laughing and chuckling, he ran forwards.

"GUYS! PLEASE I NEED HAAAWWLP !" he cried out.

The guards stopped laughing and all turned to watch as Stephen stumbled towards them.

He was expecting them to be shocked, seeing a fellow guard transforming when they were all meant to be immune to the transformation.

But to his complete surprise, they all smirked at him, a look of intense curiosity and satisfaction on their faces.

"Oh my god, he really is shifting" one of the group chuckled, "Ears and a proto muzzle already and I bet his.."

He stepped around to see the straining bulge throbbing above Stephen's ass.

"Yep he's almost about to burst through"

Stephen's eyes went wide.

"What are they playing at?" he thought desperately, "Why aren't they helping me?"

"GUYS PLEASE!" Stephen cried, stepping closer, "Help me, I don't wanna be a daaawnkeeeeehAAAAAAWWW!"

His loud bray suddenly caught the eyes of several other guards who quickly made their way over and soon surrounded him within a ring of onlookers.

"Holy crap there really was a code double zero"

"Fuck he's pretty far along, how long before that tail bursts free, Any bets?"

"Who knew a guard could get it Ha! He must be a real Jackass!"

"SOMEBAAAWWWDY HELP MEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!" Stephen brayed, tears now streaming down his face, the pressure in his shorts now building to a fever pitch.

"HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!"

RIIIP!

A sudden wave of relief passed over Stephen, placing his hands on his knees and panting from the strain.

The group around him whooped and cheered, clapping.

"Why are they..." he muttered before his voice trailed off as he felt something brush his leg.

"No...please no..."

Turning his head slowly he looked down at his ass and felt the blood drain from his face.

Swishing behind him through a large tear in his cargo shorts, was a long, grey, donkeys tail.

His donkey tail.

"NAAAAAWW HEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWWW"

Stephen fell to his knees in despair at the growth of his tail, sobbing profusely as the continuing loss of his humanity while the guards around him jeered.

"Nice tail Jackass!"

"C'mon keep braying dude, you always loved hearing it didn't ya?"

Stephens ears folded back in fear as he gripped his face in his hands, feeling his distorted features.

A wide flat nose that had about merged with his upper lip and the makings of a thick, furry beard on his formally hairless chin.

"WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS?"

A booming voice caused the laughter and jeers of the onlookers to stop immediately.

The whole group whirled around and Stephen looked up to see a tall, bulky figure approaching them.

He was hunched over slightly.

A long red tailcoat was wrapped around his figure and he was twisting a coiled whip in his gloved hands in apparent anger.

Stephen's eyes widened and his heart leapt.

It was his boss, the owner of Pleasure Island.

The Coachman.

"I ain't paying you louts to sit around" the Coachman continued, drawing closer and tipping back his top hat so he could observe each of the onlookers with a disdainful glare.

"We've got a boatload full of jackasses to process before morning and it ain't gonna get done with you lot flapping your gums, now GET BACK TO WORK!"

His voice ring to a shout, he cracked the whip, causing the group to step back, revealing Stephen.

"Sorry Boss, it's just we have..."

CRACK!

The whip cracked again and the guard that had spoken fell silent. Stepping closer, the Coachman now fixed his eyes down on Stephen who shuffled around to face his boss.

"BAAAAAAAAAAWWWSS" Stephen brayed, grasping his hands as though in prayer. "HAAWWWWLP ME PLEASE!"

He almost felt his face push out slightly with each word he spoke.

The Coachman stopped in front of Stephen, gazing down at him with a cold, calculating look.

"Well, well, well Stephen" he muttered quietly, "What an ass you've made of yourself"

The statement filled Stephen with cold dread, the same words he had spoken to countless boys in the course of his work.

He looked up into the Coachmen's face and gulped.

"Why is this HAAAAAAAAAWWppening to me Boss!" he asked desperately, "I thought we were all HEEEMune"

He suddenly grunted, the pressure in his shorts was growing again as his ass began to get thicker, growing to asinine proportions.

The Coachman tutted and shook his head.

"Well my boy" he said slowly, "you're right in saying that we generally have protection to the islands effects and can avoid being turned into jackasses....however...."

He suddenly reached forwards and seized one of Stephen's ears, causing the boy to bray out in shock and pain.

Pulling Stephen's head closer he continued as Stephen's eyes began to water.

"If you act like a fucking jackass like all the boys that come to this island" the Coachman continued, "then all the protection we give will count for nothing!"

He threw Stephen from him and he fell hard onto the ground, whimpering.

"I know all about your little fuck sessions with the boys in the early island hours and your little circle jerks to the Jackasses once they've changed a bit" The Coachman continued, spitting on the floor in disgust, "From what I've heard, I'm surprised its taken so long for you to become the jackass you clearly are!"

Stephen pushed himself back to his knees.

"I'm Sorry" he whimpered, "BAAAWWWSS I'M SORRY!"

The Coachman didn't seem interested in his apologies however, he continued to stare down at Stephen as he grovelled before him.

"Please...PLEASE...Stop this" Stephen begged, "I Daaaawwn't wanna be a jackass, I wanna keep being yaaaaaaaww guard!"

He grabbed the Coachman's slacks with his near numb, blackened hands.

"There HAAAAAAAAAWs to be a way to reverse this!"

The Coachman was silent for a minute, his cold gaze never faltering.

Sniggers came from the other guards who had begun to reform a circle around the two of them.

"You want to know how to reverse this?" The Coachman asked, his face splitting into a sinister grin.

"PLEEEEEHAAAWWW I'll DO ANYTHIIIEEEEEHAAAWWW" Stephen brayed, his face pushing out even further and his blackened hands began to ball into fists.

The Coachman bent so that his face was level with Stephen's proto muzzle, staring into the donkey boys wide eyes.

"There isn't a way"

The Coachman's words hung in the air for the moment and Stephen's mouth fell open, revealing thicker, wider teeth.

"Wha...WHAAWWWT!"

The dread was returning and Stephen began to tremble as the Coachman gave a loud bark of laughter.

"There's no way for you to go back" he repeated with a malicious grin, "and even if there was...."

He stood back up to stand over Stephen.

"...I wouldn't give it too you, as if I want or need a jackass like you on my payroll!"

The Coachman laughed and turned away, marching out of the circle.

"Wait....WAIEEEEEEEEHAAWWWW HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW"

Stephen tried to cry out but his pleas turned to brays.

He tried to grab the Coachman's coat but could no longer grip, looking down at his hands, he saw that his fingers had fused and he now had a pair of hard, numb, donkey hooves.

"STRIP HIM!" the Coachman suddenly yelled over his shoulder, "Salvage as much of the uniform as you can, I'm not made of money, then throw that jackass in the pens, his only worth to me now is as livestock!"

"Yes Sir!" the guards responded as one before reforming the circle, closing in on Stephen who gazed up at them in terror from his kneeling position.

"NAAAAAAWWWW" Stephen brayed and begged as the guards grew closer, "DAAAAWWWWN'T TO THIS TO MEEEEEEHAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAWWW"

His brays went unheeded as he was suddenly grabbed from all sides by his former colleagues.

A pair held his arms while another wrenched his shirt up and over his head, exposing his bare torso which was now covered in grey and white fur whilst another pair grabbed his shorts and yanked them down.

"HEEEEHAAAAAAAAWWWW"

He brayed in pain as the shorts caught on his tail but felt a sudden wave of relief as his swelling ass was freed from its constricting confinement.

"Oh Fuck guys look, he's already hung like an ass"

"Hah bet it was his first change! Serves him right for fucking all them asses"

"To bad he's the one who's fucked now!"

Straining against he captors, Stephen attempted to break free to run however his attempts were in vain as the guards tightened their grip on his changing body while others continued to disrobe him.

"LET ME GAAAAAAAAWW!" he cried, straining desperately and feeling his boots yanked away from his feet and his torn shorts pulled from his legs, leaving him completely naked.

With their task done, the guards threw the changing donkey boy away from them forcing Stephen to catch himself on his new hooves which hit the ground with a loud clopping noise.

The assembled guards laughed and looked down at Stephen on his hooves and knees, his naked body now almost completely covered in a pelt of grey fur, his hair had already thinned into a dark brown main which trailed down his neck and between his shoulders, forming the trademark cross of a jackass.

"HEEEEHAAAAAAWW HEEEEHAAAAAAAAWW"

Braying loudly, Stephen attempted to push himself back to his feet only to suddenly feel a pressure at the base of his spine, followed by a loud cracking and popping noise before he was forced back down to all fours, his feet beginning to stretch as his toes blackened and fused together until with a loud clop, they hit the stone floor as hardened hooves.

"HAAAAAAAAWWW NAAAAWWWW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAWWW!"

His voice deepening, Stephen knew he was close to finishing, he felt a odd swelling in his neck as it thickened and lengthened, pushing his head away from his body which was quickly swelling with new muscle and fat to match his new quadrupedal stature.

His belly bloating out into a donkeys gut, Stephen felt an odd prickling sensation as his sheath fused to his stomach, his long donkey cock now dangling freely between his legs while his ass and pelvis swelled out, pushing apart to reveal a donkeys puckered asshole pulled up beneath his swishing tasselled tail.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

Each bray he gave sounded more and more like a true donkey and caused his face to push out further and further, his nose becoming more prominent in his vision as his skull shifted, his eyes growing larger and pushing apart in the formation of his donkey muzzle.

His eyes were only thing that remained human now as with a loud crack, his face completed its transformation into that of a jackass.

His lips pulled back, revealing his new large teeth and he tried to let out a one last long desperate cry.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

But all that came was a bray.

The bray of a jackass.

He was a jackass.

"No, NO!" he thought, feeling a strange sensation in his mind as it was suddenly flooded by strange sensations and memories.

How to eat like a donkey

How to walk like to donkey

How to fuck like a donkey

How to live as a donkey

Stephen's eyes faded to a deep earthy brown as the pupils swelled, completing his transformation into what he had made so many boys on their visits to the island.

He was barely able to process that he was finished before a thick rope was lassoed around his neck and pulled tight.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAWWW!" he brayed loudly, bucking his new, powerful legs in protest.

"Looks like he's done guys" said the guard who held the rope, "someone open the coral and give me a hand, I don't think he'll go quietly."

"So long Stephen, hope you enjoy the Salt Mines!"

"Teaches you for being a Jackass!"

The other guards laughed and pointed at Stephen whole a couple ran to the gate of the nearest coral and pulled it open for other guard who began pull with all his might, pulling the donkey that was once Stephen towards his inevitable fate.

"HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWWWW!"

Stephen brayed and bucked his legs wildly, trying to dig his front hooved into the earth to prevent himself being pulled closer to the gate.

"I won't go, I WON'T!" he thought, clinging to the sudden stubbornness instinct that had flared within his mind.

Through all these strange new instincts however, Stephen could still think, he still remembered who he was.

And what he had been.

Tossing his head wildly, he tried to force the rope back off his neck whilst bucking at any guard who ventured close enough.

"GRAB THE ROPE YOU BASTARDS! HE'S PULLING LOOSE!" the guard yelled, grunting as his hands began to burn with the effort of holding the rope.

Stephen could see it, the rope slipping slowly from his captors hands.

"Just a little more" he thought, twisting and turning, "Almost there"

CRACK!

A shot of pain suddenly shot across Stephen's flank and he let out a screeching bray of pain.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

"DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!" came a furious voice.

Wheeling around, Stephen's brown eyes seemed to grow wider in fear as he saw the Coachman brandishing his whip, his face red with anger as he drew back his arm, readying the whip for another flourish.

CRACK!

"HEEEHAAAAAAAAWWW HEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAWW!"

Stephen brayed in fear as the whip struck near his hooves.

Distracted, he tried to moved out of the Coachman's range, not realising that he was playing right into his adversaries hands.

"GOT HIM BOSS!"

Realising too late what was happening, Stephen felt the rope around his neck grow tense and he was suddenly hurled towards the coral with renewed force.

Turning his long neck, Stephen saw three men now pulling his leash and quickly attempted to dig his hooves into the ground to brace himself.

CRACK!

Stephen felt another lance of pain shoot across flank and he suddenly felt compelled to charge.

"NOOOOO!" he thought madly, trying to fight the instinct but it was too strong.

"HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWWW"

With a strangled bray, Stephen charged forwards through the open gate, feeling as he passed the rope around his neck loosen as the guard caught the lasso and let it loosen freely in his hand until the rope fell away to the floor.

"HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAWW HAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

Stephen let out a long bray of horror at what he had just done and turned, aiming to run back but was met with the sight of the gate being slammed closed and the latch put back into place.

He charged forwards, intending to kick the gate open however he was waylaid by a sudden rush of donkeys that were forced in from another gate and soon the coral was filled with barely any room to manoeuvre through the mass of donkeys, all of them screeching and braying in horror.

Stephen heard the guards laughing at the fence and turned to see two watching over his coral.

"I can't even tell which one is him anymore" one of the guards laughed, his eyes flick from donkey to donkey

"What does it matter" the other responded, his eyes fixed on the gate where more donkeys were being forced into the coral and making notes on a clipboard, "He's nothing more than a jackass now, forget him, he's sealed his fate."

"...HAAAWW....heeeeeeeeHAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!..."

Stephen's bray was lost amongst the panicked brays of his new brethren, all of them as he understood now, knew exactly what had happened and were likely now as terrified as he was about what was going to happen to them.

He was one of them now, a fresh donkey ready to be sold for profit.

He watched solemnly as guards lined up around another gate, bridles ready in their hands and one by one they began to pull donkeys from the crowded herd to be processed.

Every now and then he watched one of the new jacks try to fight only for them to receive a harsh whipping from the watching guards.

Stephen tried to keep back as the numbers dwindled and before long, a guard seized him around the neck and forced the bridle over his muzzle.

"HAAAAAWWW HEEEEHAAAAAAAAW!" Stephen brayed in protest.

"Yeah, yeah shut up you useless ass" the guard growled at him pulling on the long leather leash attached to the bridle.

Stephen let his ears droop as he obeyed the tug of the leash, he was exhausted now, and he knew of nothing that could be done to change his circumstances.

Allowing himself to be led out of the coral he was pulled to a vet station where he was weighed and checked over like a common animal.

"All good, mark him" said the vet making a note on a clip board.

Stephen grunted as he felt someone grab his long ear and then felt the sting as something was pierced through the it.

As it was released, he felt them droop and glancing out of the corner of his large eyes, he saw a flash of the new green identification band that had been clipped through his ear.

Stephen knew that was coming, he had attached many bands himself, but he wasn't quite prepared for the horrible sensation that struck a moment later.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!"

A sudden, intense, burning pain rushed through his body from his flank causing him to let out several long, screeching brays and to buck his legs frantically in reflex, kicking over a table by the station.

The vet let out a yell of fury at someone behind him and as they were arguing, Stephen craned his neck around to gaze at his flank and saw, his heart sinking horribly, a shiny, steaming blister amongst his fur in the shape of a capital P and I.

He had been branded.

There was no going back now.

"HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW" he brayed out in misery, at his loss.

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID JACKASS!"

The guard who had branded him seized his leash and pulled him angrily away towards a large pier where guards were loading crates filled with braying donkeys onto a large docked ship.

"HEY! Where do you want this one?" his guide yelled at his colleague who was directing the distribution of the jackasses.

"In here" he responded, pointing at a large crate which already had three donkeys braying in it.

Stephen was pulled forwards and then unceremoniously shoved in with his fellow jackasses before he even got the chance to see the destination marked on the painted wood.

The crate was sealed the moment he had crossed the threshold and locked with a large padlock.

"So long Jackass" the guard added cruelly before turning and walking away.

Stephen watched him go, resigned now to his fate, he eyed his fellows and saw they had all been tagged and branded like him, they didn't return the gaze, they appeared lost in the horrors of their own reality.

The crate shook as it was moved and pulled up the ramp and onto the deck of the ship.

Stephen lost track of what happened then, his own despair setting in as the boat was launched soon after, he heard the Coachman giving the captain a sinister farewell.

Being on deck Stephen was able to watch as the boat departed from the secret cove beneath the island, sailing past the shore and heading out to sea.

Looking back through the slats of his crate, Stephen watched the island lights flicker and die as the sun began to rise.

A new dawn of a new day in his new life.

The life of the jackass he had now become.