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Making an Ass -Origins of a Weredonkey- Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Canine 80

[May 16th, 2008]

The steady hum of a fan filled the stuffy room, the air circulating the same musky scent around and around. The breeze was aimed into the corner of the room, blowing across the sleeping face of a teenaged boy. The boy was so deep asleep he was practically in a coma, his mouth hanging open, a bit of drool leaking down his cheek. His long black hair was pinned under his shoulders, a few stray bits blowing around. One bare shoulder peeked out from under the heavy orange and yellow blanket that draped over him, contrasting quite a bit with the dark burgundy curtains that covered all but the smallest corner of the window to his room.

Resting by the teenager's head was an old, faithful alarm clock. The numbers ticked by from minute to minute, the red glow stating for all to see what time it was, the steady buzz of static revealing that it had not been set to alarm, but instead to radio... and it was not on a station. The buzz lingered in the teenager's ears, drifting into his dreams, seeking him out. In a sudden bolt of shock he sat upright in bed, looking at the clock. It was already past seven... He had almost no time for the bus.

"Oh god..." He muttered, springing out of bed onto wobbly legs, grabbing black pants and pulling them up, buttoning quickly. A necklace swung form his neck, a pentagram pendant resting on his collar bone. Colton gave the pants a tug but them fell right down to the lowest point of his hips. "Where's my belt... Belt? Colton needs a belt." He murmured, looking around... But there was no sign. He'd just have to rough it. Colton threw himself down into his office chair, swinging around before he came to an abrupt stop as the wheels his a pile of dirty clothes. He kicked them out of the way to unbury his black and orange shoes. Colton grabbed socks and slipped them on, popping his shoes on a moment later. He slung his backpack over his bare shoulder and jogged out of his room, down the hallway and to the garage, leaning in just enough to grab a shirt off of the dryer and toss it over his shoulder.

Colton headed across the living room and out the front door, the crisp rubber of his shoes gripping the dew covered cement. The morning air was bracing against his skin, making him shiver a bit... but he didn't mind the early mornings. The horizon was a bright pink as the sun lifted up, the rest of the sky such a light powder blue. The cul-de-sacs were still bathed in shadow, the sun not high enough to fill the labyrinth of half roads and inlets. With a careful swing of his backpack from one shoulder to the other, Colton gave himself enough room to get his shirt on. His arms slipped through the long green and black striped sleeves, the bands of color ringing his lithe torso as well.

The frazzled teenager reached the end of his block and turned, moving up two blocks to the designated bus stop. Colton stood under a row of tall trees growing out of a slope covered in bark dust, standing on the small brick retaining wall at the edge of the sidewalk. He reached up to pull his black hair back into a ponytail, holding it in place with one hand while he obtained a hair tie from his backpack with the other. With his wild mane of hair restrained, he reached to feel his cheeks. He hadn't had time to shave and stubble covered his chin and above his lip, his cheeks still rather sparse. Colton took a deep breath and centered himself, opening his eyes once more to take in the nature around him, appreciating the sunrise.

Moments after he had arrived at the bus stop, the long yellow vehicle lumbered off of the main road, turning towards him. It slowed as it approached, orange lights flickering back and forth before the red ones came on, the tiny little stop sign folding out from the far side. The doors opened with a squeak and Colton jogged up the steps, bowing his head to the driver before moving down the aisle. He moved six seats back, swinging his backpack off his shoulder, sitting on the side opposite the driver. Colton settled down into the seat with his backpack on his lap, leaning back as he gazed out of the front window. He would have a fantastic view until the bus got a bit more crowded.

The doors to the bus shut and it began moving again, navigating through the side streets on the way to its next destination. Colton reached into his bag and pulled out his MP3 player, popping the earbuds in. In a matter of moments Japanese music was flooding into his ears, the words fast and mysterious, the music complex and dynamic. Colton moved his head to the music, a smile on his face. He reached to lift up his left sleeve, sliding it back just enough to reveal his wrist, turning his hand over to look. Settled just beneath his palm was a small black mark, an Egyptian ankh. The teenager traced his fingers over the symbol with his free hand, admiring the tattoo. It had been a week but Colton was still proud... and elated. Even when things didn't work out the way he had planned, they still had a way of falling into place. He knew it would be an interesting day.

***

The doors to the school parted, the flow of students from the bus trickling in through the side entrance. Colton let out a sigh, looking at the packed halls ahead. He didn't really like getting to school barely before it started, there was so little time to linger... but at least it was free. Colton moved to step out of the surge of incoming students and move off to the first hallway to the right, the math wing. Colton caught his breath, feeling less claustrophobic. He turned and looked back, watching all the teenagers moving into the school... So many polo shirts, school pride t-shirts and bland colors. It practically made him sick. Even with as insubstantial as his clothes were, he had a bit of pride for the unique colors and long hair. It was nice not to blend in, to be more than a sheep in the crowd. Colton turned to make his way to the far stairwell and nearly slammed into a taller man garbed in a school jersey. He blushed furiously, looking up to see a familiar face, the face of an eighteen year old with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.

"Kevin, I didn't see you there, sorry." Colton said, reaching to brush his bangs out of his face. The football player bowed his head.

"I guess I must have snuck up, somehow." Kevin smirked.

"Did you have any questions about the test?" Colton asked. Kevin considered.

"How many electrons did the second shell hold again?" Kevin asked. Colton smirked.

"Six." Colton replied. Kevin grinned.

"Thanks bud." Kevin said. Colton shifted his foot a bit.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to come over this weekend, maybe play some video games, have a pizza or something..." Colton said. Kevin's face all but grimaced.

"I don't know, I don't think I can swing that... It's just..." Kevin trailed off. Colton looked up into the jock's eyes.

"It can't be because I'm gay, you already told me about you..." Colton protested. Kevin flushed even more red.

"Well yes, I am too... And I think you're great, but... Right now I've got a lot on my plate socially and I have to be careful, it's just-" Kevin was cut off.

"High school isn't all there is to life. You have to be a good person, or how else will you be later in life? I'm not asking for a date, just a hang out." Colton said.

"Colton, you're as stubborn as a jack ass... I said I can't, and I'm not a martyr, I'm-" Kevin froze, his eyes spotting two of his teammates. He surged forward as if he had been jogging down the hallway already, "Yo dawgs!" He charged out. The others grinned, moving to chest bump him each in turn before they headed off together. Colton glared, furiously mad. He closed his eyes, reminding himself of the beliefs he held... His connection with nature, the balance in himself... but those same beliefs told him that humans had the intellect to be in tune with themselves and the world around them, that they had the responsibility to leave it better than it was before... Colton turned and jogged, heading down the hall and then up the stairs, moving around and up onto the second floor before he emerged into the science wing.

It was a short walk to Colton's locker. He eased it open as looked in at the stack of books and school paraphernalia, though there were also pictures of forests and oceans inside, taped to the sides. Colton reached into his shirt and held it, trying to focus himself... but Kevin's thoughts and actions kept repeating in his mind, the words echoing. The anger kept welling up. Colton couldn't suppress it. Kevin was such a jerk, such a hypocrite. He could be gay but he couldn't go outside of his own click. Was it because Colton wasn't manly enough? Was it because he was a wiccan? Colton's eyes snapped open, a glint in his eyes. He'd never give up being wiccan, but... that could be used to solve the other problem.

"You're right Kevin... I may be as stubborn as an ass, but I'm going to show you how good of a time can be held if you keep an open mind." Colton whispered. He grabbed the books he would need, shut his locker door and headed off for class. He wanted to get through the day as quickly as possible.

***

A chill blew through the tree branches, the moon hanging high in the sky, the stars sparkling in the cloudless night. The ground was cool and slightly moist, chilling Colton's legs as he sat cross legged but the discomfort was far from Colton's mind. He glanced up through the wild trees, seeing the well manicured lawn leading up to the back of his empty house, the lights glimmering warmly... But beyond his yard, where he was, nature was untainted, untouched. Grasses grew long, trees grew free. It was a place of great comfort to Colton... and it was a place where he dared to express himself. He'd done a few rights and acts before, but nothing like he was planning to do tonight. He was just thankful that his parents were on a business trip... The last thing he needed to do was to explain to them what he was up to.

Etched into the dirt around him was a pentagram in a circle, representing the elements and the spirit, the human and the divine, a part of nature. The grooves in the dirt had been filled with water, sparkling in the moonlight. Small candles flickered at the ends, bringing the only element the circle lacked on its own. Before Colton was a leather bound book, looking battered and well loved. It was his Book of Shadows, his personal book of spells... Though he'd written down several ancient spells the few times he had visited the coven. Colton's heart raced. He was dealing with powers well beyond his young self... But he had faith in nature, in what he had to do.

Colton moved to hold his hands out to his side, closing his eyes and lifting his head toward the sky. His lips began uttering the ancient words from the page, having committed the spell to memory, not wanting to get it wrong or have any pause. The old words spilled from his lips like water, flowing easily and pooling around him. The breeze across his body grew warmer and warmer. Colton kept speaking, conveying the spell, keeping his purpose in mind. He was stubborn as an ass, he'd prove to Kevin that he could be manly enough to hang out with. He'd make Kevin hang out with him, like him. Colton uttered the last words, silence falling around him. He looked around at his clearing and then down at the pentagram.

Eager to see any changes, Colton lifted his shirt and ran his hands over his abdomen, feeling the same soft flesh and limited muscle. He looked at his arms, his legs. He reached up and felt his cheeks. Even his stubble wasn't any thicker. Colton groaned, flipping through the pages of his Book of Shadows to try and find the problem. He had only made it a few pages when a rumble in the heavens above threatened rain... and then delivered on the threat. Thick, heavy droplets began falling roughly, pelting down through the trees. Colton shut his book and tucked it under his arm, moving to put the candles out before he headed for his house, disappointed.

***

[May 17th, 2008]

As deeply as Colton had been sleeping in, his mind was becoming more and more aware of the sunlight persistently flooding into his room from the displaced corner of his drapes, flickering through the spinning fan blades between the window and him. He draped his arm over his eyes, trying to fight off the light before it woke him up, but even with the weight of his flesh over his eyes, he could feel that his breathing had picked up, his mind was stirring... and he VERY hungry. He heard an audible growl of his stomach and groaned, giving up on sleeping in. Colton slipped out of bed and landed on numb feet. He looked down, trying to wiggle his toes. They all seemed to rise up and down in unison.

"Must have slept on my legs wrong..." He muttered, passing it off. The teenager wandered out of his room wearing just his underwear, taking full advantage of having the house to himself. He wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge, rummaging around for his usual breakfast sandwich... but every time he pulled something out, he put it right back in. Nothing was looking good, nothing was looking appetizing. As disgruntled as Colton was at the fridge, something was on the edge of his senses. He sniffed in a bit, then a bit more. His nostrils flared as he snorted air in, his eyes going wide as the most delicious smell of his entire life hit him.

Colton nearly fell to his knees as he smelled it, looking around avidly. The teenager couldn't fathom what could have smelled so good, but he was ready to follow his nose. He moved around the kitchen, circling the island before moving along the counters almost all the way to the sliding glass door before he found the source. Sitting next to the microwave was a huge bag of trail mix that his mother had made to take on her hikes while his father was busy in meetings. She must have forgotten it, leaving the bag sitting right there in front of Colton. It was packed with rich, sweet granola... The grains beckoned to Colton like the ambrosia of the gods. Colton moved forward, leaning down, opening the bag. He took a sniff, then a deep breath.

"Haawwww..." Colton moaned, a smile crossing his face before he opened the bag as far as he could. Colton leaned down, pushing his face into the trail mix until his lips brushed the surface, parting. The granola and grains slipped into his mouth. He licked and chewed and gnawed and fed. It was quite a strange sight, an eighteen year old standing in nothing but underwear in a kitchen, eating as if he had a feed bag of trail mix. Bite by bite, Colton just kept eating. His mind was a million miles away, his body acting only on instinct.

***

[May 18th, 2008]

Colton leaned over into the bath tub, pulling the water stopper before turning the faucet on, letting the tub start to fill. The water sloshed down, spreading out along the base of the tub. The teenager stood back up, his long hair falling over his face. Colton didn't bother with his hair, walking back to the mirror slowly, his hand drifting to idly scratch at the dense triangle of hair rising from his waistband to his navel. It was so thick it was practically fur. Colton put his hands on the bathroom counter, gazing into the mirror, trying to see himself through his long mane. He let out a snort to try and blow it out of the way but it didn't work.

"I love being unique, but not at my own expense..." Colton groaned. He ran his fingers through his hair, bringing it together, starting to move it around. Maybe it was time for a new hairstyle... Colton began bunching his hair up to try and make it look like dreadlocks. He had to admit it didn't look bad, but the upkeep would have been killer. He pulled it back tight, trying to imagine it short... but that was no good. At last Colton pulled most of his hair up into a tall fauxhawk, trying to imagine the sides buzzed.

He stood there, looking in the mirror for a long moment... It was so close... but what was it missing? Colton sighed, letting go of his hair. It all flopped to one side, hanging over the side of his head. Colton got a glint in his eye. He opened up the drawers and pulled out the hair trimmer. He checked the tip before he turned it on, the buzz filling the bathroom.

***

[May 19th, 2008]

The shuffle of feet was monotonous as students trudged in on autopilot, another Monday having rolled around. They moved through the hallway like blood in a vein, pumping past the math and social sciences wings, the computer labs, flowing toward the front entrance and the stairs that led down into the commissary. Kevin stood at the front door, chuckling and talking with the football captain, exchanging jokes and comments. The team captain had been getting into a story about all the beer he had been drinking over the weekend but Kevin was slowly growing distracted. Something was at the edge of his awareness. The crowds weren't moving normally.

"...and I woke up in the tub, it was disgusting but totally worth it man." Jackson smirked. Rex laughed at the appropriate point but when Kevin failed to Jackson's eyes narrowed, "Or was that not cool enough for you?" Jackson asked.

"What? Oh, it was epic man, I just... have to check something out." Kevin said, moving away from the front entrance, stepping into the surge of students. One of the benefits of being tall was that he could see over the younger students, seeing what had disturbed the herd. It seemed that students were moving out of their way to go to the foreign language wing. Kevin was absolutely baffled. Nothing had ever drawn people to that end of the school. The only people that ever gathered at the south end of the building were geeks and nerds and outcasts when they needed to escape the turmoil of the lunch room.

As Kevin reached the end of the main hall he saw what had caught everyone's attention. Several of the wiccan kids had gathered as they often did in the mornings, but in the midst of them was someone who drew the eye like a magnet. He was at least five foot ten, his shoulders broad, his arms boasting muscles that would make most of the wrestlers jealous. His legs were clad in tight black jeans, his tight chest covered in a burnt umber colored shirt that seemed like the last moments of a sunset. His stark black hair seemed like a Mohawk without any product in it, laying flat across the left side of his head down to his jaw, most of the sides of his head shaved down to a short, soft stubble. Several earrings glinted in the lobes of his ears. Kevin had been standing there for over two minutes without realizing it, just taking in the sight of the figure before he turned. Familiar hazel eyes met Kevin's blue ones.

"Colton?!" Kevin asked in shock.

"Hmm?" Colton asked, glancing over with a false lack of recognition, "Oh, Kevin, right?" He asked, remembering how Kevin didn't want to associate with him. Kevin moved over to Colton, looking him up and down. Piercings, a Mohawk, he had even shaved the stubble on his face, everything but his chin. It was like a complete transformation. Colton wasn't JUST an outsider, he was so far out he had his own orbit and people were gravitating toward him. Even Kevin couldn't deny the magnetism, the draw, the charm.

"What happened Colton? You look amazing..." Kevin murmured. Colton turned, looking deep into Kevin's eyes.

"I'm just being true to myself, being a man... High school isn't all there is to life. I'm going to make something of myself. I'm not going to live my life for anyone else." Colton said proudly. Kevin nearly lost the meaning of the words, just drinking them in. He wasn't sure why he felt so strange, but all the wiccan boys seemed to be spacing out just as much. None of them knew why, not even Colton, although Colton smelled the unusual musk permeating the air. No matter where he went, that smell always seemed to follow. Kevin involuntarily was breathing deep, taking the scent in more and more. He shuddered softly, looking deep into Colton's eyes as if he was mesmerized.

"Colton, I'm so sorry about before..." He whispered, "I want to... learn to be true to myself too, I want to be better." Kevin admitted. Colton reached up and caressed the football player's cheek before leaning in to his ear.

"Meet me during study hall in the southeast stairwell. I'll give you your lesson." He whispered. Kevin felt weak in the knees but nodded.

"Yes Colton..." He murmured, craving to obey. His reverence was nearly broken as a harsh bell rang in every hall. The students began dispersing, heading off in every direction to get to their class. Colton knew he didn't have far to go, his first class of the day was German. He had plenty of time to go to the bathroom. The trendy teenager turned, leaving his crowd of adoring fans, moving into the boy's bathroom. The door swung open, the lights in the ceiling off but the sun was coming through the frosted glass fine. Colton moved down the row of urinals, stopping at the farthest one. He unbuttoned and unzipped his tight pants, reaching in to let his shaft down and take a good piss... but his fingers didn't find the familiar flesh of his manhood. What they fell was decidedly different.

Colton gasped softly as his fingers came into contact with a plump, furry pouch connected to his groin and the lowest part of his stomach. Just touching it sent chills of electricity up and down his body. Colton moved his other hand, starting to feel himself up. Before long he realized that he was the proud owner of a furry sheath. Colton's fingers found their way to the tip, pushing the fur covered opening apart, the fingers sliding in. The moistness inside was intense, the musky goo clinging to his fingers. Colton felt himself up, his fingers ramming into the head of a cock that was completely hard despite Colton not feeling aroused, although that didn't last long as he felt himself. The cock began pushing out, the head slipping from the furry sheath, the pink member a stark contrast to the butterscotch colored fur covering the sheath.

Inch after inch of cock slipped out of the sheath, coming to a stop at nine and a half inches. It seemed so alien emerging from a sheath, but so right. Colton held his cock, gazing at his body. He wanted to be scared, to be frightened, but it all felt so good... and then it started to make sense. The strange noises, the oats, the sheath, the stiff toes. Colton thought back to what he was thinking during the spell and groaned.

"I'm an ass..." he murmured, dismayed... but then happy. "I'm... an ass. A donkey, a very... very manly donkey." Colton murmured, taking a deep breath. He began fondling his shaft, grunting and moaning. It began swelling even longer and thicker still, the flesh pulsing in his hands. As Colton's fingers pressed against that cock the flesh beneath started turning black, the color spreading outwards, wrapping around his shaft and spreading in both directions. The long thick cock was no longer a pale pink, it was a distinct and solid black. Colton lifted his head, his lips parting, "HAWWWW! HEEEHAWWW!" He brayed, kicking his leg before his huge black cock pulsed and began spraying thick cum into the urinal, the musky slime pouring down the porcelain. Colton brayed and bucked, humping mid air until he'd sprayed the last of his seed. At last he stumbled back, panting for breath. Slowly Colton grinned, "I'll show Kevin what an ass I can be..." he whispered happily.

***

The door to the southeast stairwell eased open, Kevin leaning his head in. The stairwell was avoided more than any other in the school, mostly because it had come to be associated with a sickly sweet chemical smell that no one liked... but that scent did not come to Kevin. The lingering aroma filling the air was much more enjoyable... The smell of musk, the smell of male, the smell of pride and of summer... It was a scent he'd encountered in the gym from time to time, but never to this scale. The tall blond youth stumbled in, inhaling deeply... when he saw movement under the shadow of the stairs.

"Colton?" Kevin asked, moving closer, "Is that you?" he asked.

"It's me, I'm glad you're here." Colton cooed. Kevin felt reassured and moved toward the shadows, his eyes adjusting. What he saw was not what he expected at all. Reclined on the floor, his legs spread, was Colton. Stubble had grown out on his face again in less than four hours... His ears were strangely pointed, but strangest of all his hands were sliding up and down a massive black phallus emerging from a furry sheath. Kevin's reverie was disrupted as he was disgusted.

"Kevin, what the fuck?" Kevin demanded in shock. Colton groaned and his huge black donkey cock throbbed. A thick spray of tainted donkey cum shot out, arching to hit Kevin in the face. The thick seed splattered over his nose and dripped down his cheeks, collecting on his chin. Some even seeped between his lips. Kevin tried to spit it out but the cum rolled along his lip and into his mouth, hitting his tongue. He shuddered before falling to his knees, a dazed look crossing his face. Soon he started licking his lips clean, hungry eyes moving to Colton's cock. He crawled forward and leaned down, licking across the flat, flared black cock. His tongue slurped up the remaining seed before teasing the hole, his lips pressing to it.

"Oh that's a good pet..." Colton moaned, reaching to massage the stray bits of cum into Kevin's hair. Kevin plunged his lips around the donkey cock, trying to take in as much as possible. Colton groaned, bucking his hips, thrusting into Kevin's mouth. His eyes squeezed shut, leaving him unable to watch as his fingernails turned darker and darker before becoming black. The hair on Colton's legs was getting thicker and thicker as well, rubbing against his tight pants. "Hawww.... Heehaww... Ehhhawww...." Colton panted with each thrust into the football player's mouth.

Kevin moaned, his throat relaxing to take the great length, almost feeling as if the donkey shaft was growing longer and stretching down his throat. His hands reached up to try and bring Colton even more pleasure. They found the open fly of Colton's pants, the fingers delving in. Kevin found there a plump, furry sack with big balls... but it seemed so right to him. He began massaging an squeezing them, wanting more of their bounty.

"HAWWW! HAWW!" Colton brayed, his voice echoing in the stairwell. His hips were moving wildly, fucking Kevin's face eagerly. Each thrust seemed to bring the animal out in him. The fur from his sheath was spilling up across his stomach and around his hips. His pants were growing tighter, his shirt straining as his muscles bulged out. The stubble on Colton's cheeks got thicker, looking like a handsome butterscotch beard that oddly contrasted with the color of his hair, but it only looked that way for a moment before Colton groaned. His bones shifted and contorted, his face pushing forward. His teeth flattened and more filled in, his nose melded down into the muzzle as his nostrils grew larger. Colton's lips turned black and his eyes moved a bit to accommodate the muzzle before him. He was becoming a true donk.

A huge flow of precum began spilling into Kevin and he was guzzling it down, swallowing like mad. He had no idea how much Colton was changing. The hair on Colton's belly grew into soft fur, becoming lighter soft tan color. His pointed ears moved up the side of his head to the top, stretching tall and pointed, fur covering the backs before a fuzz filled them. Colton was even forced to change his position on the floor as his tailbone began stretching. His pants were forced down around his hips as his ass cheeks spread apart, making room for the tail. While Colton could not see, the fur had covered his ass and his anus had grown thick and dark, the pucker fat and the flesh as black as his cock.

"Hawwbbbb... Hawwbbb...." Kevin panted around the cock, his brays muffled. Colton sighed in relief as his head finished becoming that of a donkey, his mohawk looking much more like a fallen mane. He was covered with fur from head to... well, they weren't exactly toes. The stitching on Colton's shoes groaned as it was pushed apart. The leather separated with a pop, tattered pieces of shoe falling to the floor. The socks weren't far behind, tearing. What was left in their place was a monster of a foot. The flesh of the toes had merged, the bones shifted. The toenails had turned black and spread out over the new mass, encompassing the front before moving around. In moments Colton was the proud owner of two, large hooves.

"HEEEHAWWW!!!!" Colton brayed out loudly before another orgasm hit him. His tail flicked behind him, the tip ending in a tuft of black fur. Colton writhed and came, a huge amount of tainted cum flooding into Kevin's mouth. The football player guzzled as much as he could, the cum filling his belly, but it was too much. The sperm started flowing out of his lips and dripping down his face. A the cum flowe out of his mouth, his lips turned black and his face began contorting. He grew out thick stubble, blond at first before it faded to white.

Colton gasped as he felt more of his cock taken in by a forming muzzle. He watched as the fur spread over Kevin's face, as his ears grew to points and rose to the top of his head, as his muscles bulged. The button to Kevin's jeans popped off and it spilled open, revealing he wore no underwear. His cock throbbed and leaked, rippling and spreading. It grew longer and longer, inch by inch until it was ten inches long, two shorter than Colton's now. The tip flattened and the flesh began turning darker, settling into a deep black as a white furry sheath crept up the base.

A satisfying pop came as Kevin's shoes burst to reveal hooves, his jeans tearing a moment later as his bulky legs were pushing out, the white fur so thick his skin couldn't be seen. White fur covered hands with thick black fingernails groped at Colton, the donkey head sucking that shaft complete. Before Colton, kneeling, at his groin, was an albino donkey wearing a football jersey. It was a most heady sight. Colton grinned, giving him a bit more come before Kevin spasmed in lust. The white donkey's cock shot ropes of cum onto the floor before he collapsed, his body weak. Still, he suckled the cock until Colton pulled him off of it. Kevin looked up with eyes that adored Colton.

"Master..." He whispered. Colton looked surprised. He had enslaved Kevin? Kevin felt like his? He hadn't expected that at all, although... it felt strangely right. What didn't feel right was that Colton had to stoop to such levels to get Kevin. He hadn't shown any interest until his new powers started asserting themselves... but Colton couldn't just abandon him, plus he was a good fuck. He moved to tuck his own cock back into his pants, his clothes fairing a bit better than Kevin's. He looked down at the white donkey.

"Yes my pet... You finally came around. Your master is pleased... I will make sure you are happy, and you will get to know all the other pets I will be taking." Colton said. Kevin nodded, moving up to cuddle against Colton, starting to lick his master's stomach. Colton looked at Kevin, realizing he needed a better type of boyfriend, one that loved him for who he was, someone who could be a true mate... Colton knew he had to get to college, to find a smart boy, a perfect mate to be the leader of all his pets. Colton grinned wide, imagining what the future might hold.