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Pornstar's Pleasure

By Von Krieger

Starr moaned like a whore as she pressed up against the donkey atop her. She rubbed her clit frantically with one hand, the other wrapped around the thick, black, equine shaft that filled her. She let out a loud, lusty cry as she climaxed, and then jumped as a massive clap of thunder sounded.

The prop donkey atop her fell over and Starr winced as she heard something snap.

"Dammit! Get that thing fixed; we still need it to film the other angles," the director said with a sigh.

"We're going to need another take, I think," Starr said with a breathless sigh. "It always sounds wrong when I try and dub shit in during post-production. I just can't recreate the proper mood, even when I'm using the props," she said, shivering as she pulled the dildo from herself.

The director nodded. "We'll swap to tomorrow's film schedule, then. Get some shots in with you interacting with the donkey."

Starr nodded. "Sure, just give me a few minutes to..."

Another massive clap of thunder sounded, this time accompanied by several seconds of darkness as the lights shut off.

The director sighed. "Actually, let's call it a day. It's just been getting worse and worse all afternoon."

"Weatherchannel.com is saying it's like this all over the whole of the US; unprecedented storms in size and intensity," said one of the video editors working at his laptop. "So it's not going to be getting better any time soon.

The director nodded. "Pack it up and head home, everybody. We can't do anything with this."

Starr met him with a kiss, her arms wrapped around him in her nearly-nude embrace. "Kind of disappointed, boss. Though I bet you could make it up to me..." she purred.

"Knock it off, Starr," he said, managing to push her away. "I don't sleep with my talent. It complicates things. You've got a reputation for that sort of thing. And would you at least wait until you're out of the building before fucking the crew, please?"

He turned, giving a sweeping glare over the room, finding a number of reddened faces.

"Jesus," he said with a sigh.

"Can't help it. I'm an addict," Starr purred. "I need it; literally need it, every few hours or else I just about go crazy. Even when I sleep I'm playing with myself."

"See a doctor about it, Starr. That can't be healthy."

"Neither is smoking or drinking, but there you are going outside to have a smoke about as often as I need a fuck. And no one ever got cancer from secondhand sex," she teased.

"Seriously Starr, you need to either tend to your problems by yourself, have them on camera, or figuring things out with your co-star."

Starr turned her head and glared at the donkey tied up nearby, his handler helping himself to the catering table.

"I may be a slut, John, but I'm not THAT big of a slut," she patted him on the cheek. "I'm going to go wash up. Feel free to join me if you change your mind."

The director merely rolled his eyes as Starr went on her way.

-o-

Starr sighed as she slipped into her dressing room. She'd just cum not five minutes ago, but her body was already craving more. Her sex drive was almost insatiable. Masturbation and toys weren't cutting it like they used to anymore. She needed another warm body in order to achieve proper satisfaction now.

She suspected that it ran in her family. Her mother had never been married, but Starr was the fourth of who knew how many children. She'd run away from the family farm years ago and never looked back. She'd had a dozen siblings at the time she'd left, around the age of sixteen some eight years prior, and odds were her mother had popped out another one every 9-12 months.

Starr was actual kind of thankful for her addiction, since going into the sex industry had paid off big time. Stripping had been more fun than waitressing and porn work was more fun than stripping. Though it was kind of boring for the most part, involving posing her and her co-stars just right, getting the shots framed, there wasn't enough actual sex to keep Starr satisfied.

A sigh parted her perfect, ruby-red lips as she looked over herself in the mirror. Gorgeous red hair, a perfect, milky-white complexion, a few plastic surgery tweaks here and there. She'd even been gifted with a very nice, large, natural pair of breasts that were the envy of some of the girls she'd worked with. Starr could scarcely believe that just a few years before she'd been kind of hesitant on bedding other women.

She admired her reflection in the mirror and cupped her breasts, her erect nipples showing through the white cut-off t-shirt she was wearing. She had a pair of overalls somewhere that completed the costume, but they were on the stage set somewhere. Getting a boob job had crossed her mind more and more recently. Starr found herself craving bigger breasts. She wanted everything bigger. The redhead had been slowly using larger and larger piercings, and at the moment the rings in her chest looked like they would be at home adorning padlocks. She slipped a finger through her clit-ring and began rubbing herself, delighting in the warm heat of building sexual pleasure.

That was, of course, when the lights went out and the loudest clap of thunder Starr had ever heard rocked the building. Everything seemed to shake for several seconds and even though she wasn't looking at the window, the flash of lightning nearly blinded her.

The darkness remained for quite some time, only further flashes of lightning illuminated the dressing room. Her self-love forgotten, Starr made her way to the vanity nearby where a few scented candles lay. She liked the intense and exotic fragrances that filled the air, so she'd gotten large, fat candles that would burn for quite some time. The redhead dressed herself before heading out into the hallway, putting on the panties, bright red strappy platform heels, and the leather miniskirt that she'd worn in to the studio that morning. She left her alter top where it was, preferring the tight, soft t-shirt at the moment as she headed out into the hallway and made her way to the studio. Her candle and its light would probably be appreciated by the crew trying to pack things up.

Only when Starr reached the studio, there was no crew to be found. Only the donkey remained, untied from where he had been and nibbling on one of the hay bales they had as set dressing.

"Hello?" Starr called. "Anyone there?" The cameras were still out and about, and nothing had been put away. "Hello-o-o-o!" the redhead called again, heading out towards the front of the studio. The secretary wasn't even at her desk, which was rather strange. Surely everyone couldn't have run out into the parking lot while Starr was in the dressing room. Maybe there was a tornado warning and they'd all gone down to the basement?

A few minutes later Starr returned to the studio, having found no one at all in the entirety of the building. "That's weird," she said half to herself and half to the donkey. "Where did they go, I wonder?"

She winced as a gentle ache suddenly began to build in her loins. Starr sighed and sat down upon one of the hay bales, tugging up her skirt and slipping her fingers into her panties. The redhead found herself looking around for the donkey-dick props they'd been using for the shoot. Odds were her need wasn't going to let up until she did something intense, like having one of the things in her pussy, another crammed up her ass, and the third rammed down her throat. A moan escaped from her lips at the thought of the big, thick dildos.

Starr closed her eyes and relaxed, letting her experienced hands go to work. She pulled up her shirt and massaged one luscious breast, bringing it up towards her mouth, her tongue tugging on the heavy ring. A few moments later she felt a similar sensation upon her other breast, someone's tongue slipping in the ring and giving it a gentle pull.

The redhead opened her eyes to find that it wasn't someone with their tongue on her nipple-ring, but rather someTHING. The donkey had wandered over and seemed to be doing quite a good job toying with her breast with his tongue and lips. Starr was about to shove him away; she didn't want the animal involved. It was gross, and illegal in more than a few states. But then again, it felt quite good. The donkey's saliva made her skin feel pleasantly tingly. If it wanted to help, Starr didn't really have any problem with letting it. In fact the more she contemplated it, the hotter and sexier it seemed to have a bit of fun with the donkey. She lay back on the hay bales, coaxing the donkey atop her as he followed along, trying to keep his mouth upon her breast.

Starr's eyes widened as felt something hot and hard against her thighs; the donkey was fully erect for some reason and seemed a bit interested in her. The equine's tongue left her breast as it scooted forward, making Starr moan as the beast's hot shaft ran over her netherlips and clit. The bales were at the proper height for her to be beneath the beast with only a few inches clearance, not enough for her to be able to remove her panties and guide the animal's throbbing cock into her awaiting snatch. But oddly Starr found herself content to thrust and grind against the donkey.

It seemed that only a few moments had passed before the redhead felt her climax washing over her, and an instant later she felt the donkey tense. His seed seemed almost scalding as it sprayed upon her belly and breasts, making her bare skin tingle delightfully. It was a tingle that began to sink in and spread throughout her entire body.

The beast moved from atop her, his cock still erect and spurting. Starr found herself dropping to her knees beside the animal. Her lust was absolutely enflamed and the redhead lowered her head down and began to lap up the donkey's seed. She began to moan as she did so, finding her hands unconsciously massaging her breasts, trying to coax a strange, sudden ache from them. The redhead's tits seemed to be growing, swelling, expanding with each mouthful of seed she slurped up from the floor. Once the stray puddles had been removed, the seed splashed upon her own body having disappeared somehow, Starr found herself going right to the source. She barely noticed her growing breasts as she wrapped her lips upon the equine shaft before her; her hands stroking and caressing further down on the beast's length, coaxing more seed into her hungry mouth.

Her entire body was tingling now, most intensely in her belly, loins, and upon her ears. Starr let out a muffled whimper, unable to decide on if she wanted to jack-off the donkey with both hands, or devote one to her own pleasures. Even without any stimulation, the mere act of sucking off the animal seemed to bring her sexual pleasure. The redhead was instinctively thrusting her hips.

A bolt of delicious pleasure shot through Starr and she pulled one hand from the donkey's dick and stuffing it immediately into her sodden panties. Her pussy felt swollen all of a sudden, swollen and almost painfully tight. Her clit felt much the same way, as it seemed to have grown quite rapidly in size. In a few moments her inner walls were so swollen and tight that they forced Starr's fingers from them. It didn't matter to her, however. Rubbing her clit felt so very, very good. It seemed to grow and expand even as Starr stroked it. She moaned happily, twitching her ears as her long hair tickled them as they too began to grow and elongate. In a few moments Starr was sporting a pair of equine ears. They were tickled terribly by her hair until a thin coat of red-brown fur appeared on them.

She sucked hungrily upon the animal's cock, she needed her belly filled with his seed and needed it immediately for reasons that she could not fathom. Every inch of her body longed for it and when the creature's climax came Starr's body seemed to explode in pleasure. Her shirt grew tight upon her chest, the waistband of her skirt expanding to its full diameter. The straps of her platform heels held for a few moments and then gave way as Starr's toes began to merge.

The redhead took the beast's cock as deeper into her mouth as she could take it, somehow managing to get every inch of it inside. She felt each jet of cum surge into her, filling her belly, making her feel incredible. But her body still hungered for more, hunger of a different type. She milked every last drop she could from the donkey's cock, cramming her tongue into the slit to coax out all that she could. She was reluctant to pull away, greatly relishing the feel of it, how it made her jaws ache with its sheer girth. She tugged down her panties with black-nailed hand, not noticing the four inch extension of her spine just over her rear. Starr straddled the hay bales; legs spread wide, her tail swaying from side to side as it grew out, a tuft of red-orange fur on the end matching her hair.

The transforming woman managed to get one hand beneath her before her male was atop her. She felt her elongated clit forced into her palm, the length nearly long enough to fill it. Her two-toed feet pushed against the floor, thick black nails spreading over them as the donkey thrust into her and she pushed back, every last inch of his saliva-slicked member shoved into her asshole.

Starr found herself with two fingers in her mouth, imagining that they were a cock of some sort. She wished there were more donkeys around to pleasure, more beasts with the big, thick, hot, sexy dicks to fill her mouth and wrap her hands around. Like her own. The redhead moaned as her netherlips swelled outward, her femsex sealing as her new balls formed. The redhead couldn't quite comprehend what was going on, all she knew that she felt good and that she craved more. All she knew was that she had a cock in her hand and another inside of her, and that was just about bliss.

The last straps of her platform heels snapped as the bones in her legs shifted, providing the proper gait for her new hooves. Starr's fingers began to go the way of her toes. The red polish faded from each nail as they darkened into black and began to thicken, slowly overtaking the first joint of each digit. Then her fingers began to merge and thicken. Starr giggled as she felt her fingers in her mouth growing, her addled mind interpreting them as a cock of some sort. The redhead pulled her fingers from her mouth as she felt a strange pressure in her jaw, seemingly tied to the strange, unfamiliar pressure in her loins. It felt like something gave way inside her and began to flow out in a series of hot, thick, spurting surges. It felt wonderful, satisfying like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

And then her lover climaxed within her, and the surging jets of hot seed that flowed into her seemed to ignite a second series from her own member. She let out a rather bestial bray of pleasure as her body was rocked by her second, sudden climax, her face pushing forward into a muzzle to match her mate's.

Starr moaned as the donkey backed away, pulling his cock from her. The shemale lay upon the hay, soaked with her own seed. Her mind seemed clear for the first time since the lights went out. She squeezed her cock, coaxing the last few sticky drops out when her eyes widened, suddenly realizing what happened. Her jaw dropped as she looked over herself: she'd gained at least a foot in height, her build shifting to something that reminded her a bit of the She-Hulk, though not quite as defined. Her breasts were absolutely gargantuan, her nipples huge, and somehow her piercings had scaled up with them. It was like she had door knockers on her, well, knockers.

The ring that had once pierced her clit had grown as well, becoming the proper size to adorn the end of her flat, trumpet-like cockhead. Starr sported a full-sized equine erection, despite being perhaps half the weight of a proper donkey. She gave an experimental tug on one of the huge rings with her three-fingered hand and found herself nearly doubled over, moaning in pleasure. She brought a hand to the odd presence in the lower portion of her vision, gasping as she touched her muzzle, and traced her fingertips over her elongated ears. The donkey-woman stood, wobbling for a few moments on her broad hooves, looking over her shoulder at her tail. It was wrong, it felt so wrong. It couldn't possibly be real, but Starr knew she'd cum several times already, and even in her deepest sleep her climaxes would always awaken her.

It was weird, really fucking weird. But it also felt so good. Having her cock erupt like that had been the best experience of Starr's life. She could scarcely imagine what pleasuring it properly would bring. She ran a hand over her cum-slicked member, shuddering as she felt a warm tingle fill the fingers of both hands.

She watched in horror as her black, oversized, too-thick nails began to spread once again. "Nnnn! Not all the way!" Starr moaned, her cock gushing thick streams of pre for some reason. "I don't want to be a donkey!"

And she didn't. She loved her tits, her shapely hips and ass, her long, gorgeous hair. Though she preferred having a cock shoved down it, she liked being able to voice words with her throat. As good as having donkey parts felt, there were still bits of her that she'd like to keep human. Hands were useful, after all.

Her cock throbbed at the thought of having four hooves; it seemed sexy to her for some reason. As good as it felt to rub and stroke and caress her own body, it never really brought her true sexual satisfaction. She could still play with herself, trapping her huge new cock between her equally huge breasts, holding it in place with one hoof and running the other up and down her length. She was doing it right now, and it felt soooo good. So much better than having anything stuffed into her pussy ever did.

Despite herself, Starr felt her lustful need growing again, along with her body. She felt her bones shifting, allowing her a quadrupedal gait if she so desired. She felt her neck elongate, and she did drop to all fours, just to see what it felt like. It was... oddly comfortable, and she would be faster on all fours. She closed her eyes and waited for the final shifts that would send her over into permanent donkey-dom. But they didn't come. Her flesh and bone ceased to change, leaving her able to stand up if she so desired.

She stood again, looking down over her large, semi-bestial form. It looked more animal than human, but it had all the human parts and shapes that mattered; just looking over herself made Starr's cock ache. She looked around for her equine lover and found him seemingly admiring her with a bit of a smirk. The animal turned around, raised its tail, and looked back at Starr.

Before she knew what she was doing, Starr had mounted the donkey and was thrusting away. It felt good, incredible, the best sexual sensations that she had ever experienced. She wanted more, craved more, wanted to find other people and let them experience this.

"Anything..." Starr moaned, her body tickling as white fur began to cover her body. "I'd do anything... just please, let me cum like this... again and again..."

-o-

A pair of glowing red eyes watched the demi-donkey and her bestial lover go at it. The owner of those eyes wrapped a hand around her own member. She'd been freed from her ancient prison by some great force, almost like two worlds had collided. She'd reached out and snapped up something of the other world that was of her domain.

Nyshia, goddess of sexual debauchery was loosed upon the world once more.

And she had managed to acquire herself a very, very sexy handmaiden to boot. Mmm... such beautiful tits... A shame she could only lay hands upon her girls in dreams. But donkey-dickgirl Starr and her male made for quite a show. Quite the show indeed.