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Late Night Encounter Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tyrik

The thumping beats and flashing lights of the 'Night Barn' Night Club filled the establishment with an incredible vitality that the patrons fed off of. Bodies jumped, rubbed, bumped and humped all over the dance floor. Cheap beer was unleashed into long feeding troughs that barely legal boys dipped their heads in to guzzle down the fluid like animals. Really, it was one of the few 'barn' like themes to remain in the club. The hay covered floors had been a fire hazard after all.

In the midst of the crowd stood a young man, peering across the sea of people with his rich hazel eyes. Malcolm was a mere nineteen years old, an orange holographic bracelet clasped around his wrist indicating that he wasn't of drinking age. While he wasn't a very dominating figure at five feet and seven inches tall, he still stood out for being as much of a twink as he was. Malcolm was incredibly lithe, thin and quite flexible. The muscles he did have stood out quite well on his thin frame. He reached up to run his hand through his short spiked brown hair, his tight shirt rising up to reveal his pierced navel before the shirt lowered again.

As much fun as the club was, it was getting pretty late. Malcolm checked his watch before he moved around the dance floor, his right feet following the line of pulsing white floor tiles while his left walked on the hard wood floors. Reaching the side door, Malcolm pushed through it and entered the short hallways before heading out of the establishment and into the alley that ran alongside the building. The heat of the night club fell away, leaving Malcolm ensnared in cold air. He forgot for a moment how much heat a hundred writhing bodies could produce. Condensated steam escaped his nostrils as he exhaled before he reached up to rub his hands together.

"Hey kid, you lost?" came a deep voice from the mouth of the alley. Malcolm turned, his eyes falling across a dominating figure. The male seemed to be twenty three or twenty four, standing at six feet and one inch. A black t-shirt hugged thick, toned, meaty muscles and his black hair cascaded down to his shoulders. Gray eyes looked Malcolm over, drinking in his features. Malcolm reached back for the door but it was locked, a precaution against anyone sneaking into the club.

"I know right where I am, thanks for asking." Malcolm said gently. The figure grinned wide, exposing his white teeth in an almost predatory display.

"Are you sure? I'd love to show you around..." The man said, starting to advance. Malcolm turned to head the other way, heading deeper into the alley. As Malcolm picked up speed, so did the aggressor. Malcolm's feet echoed against the cement, but so did the feet of the man behind him. Malcolm came around the corner of the building before coming face to face with another brick wall cutting off his escape. He turned around but got a face full of chest as the other man grabbed him.

Vince spun Malcolm around and pushed him against the wall, leaning in to lick his neck and press against his body. Malcolm whimpered, trying to wriggle free. He gasped as strong hands moved around his waist and removed his belt, letting the pants sag. Soon a hard bulge was pushing against the fabric of Malcolm's underwear, squeezing between his ass cheeks before Vince tugged at the undergarment and pulled them down.

"Please, don't do this... Not just for my sake, but you're going to regret it." Malcolm warned. Vince chuckled.

"Oh I'm so sure about that." Vince laughed derisively before he moved forward. Malcolm reached out, his fingers clutching the brick wall before him as the thick eight inch cock began sliding into him. Malcolm grunted sharply, his chest rising and falling as he felt the thick meaty shaft penetrate deeply into his body. As much as Malcolm tried to resist, it seemed that his aggressor was falling into a natural rhythm. In and out, his hips rolling, his chest rising and falling. It was almost hypnotic as their bodies meshed. Malcolm groaned softly, still wriggling and writhing, but not just from the sex. He could feel it all starting.

At first there was little difference, but a light sheen of sweat built up on Malcolm's body, highlighting his arms as they started to swell. His muscles were growing and defining steadily, bit by bit. His biceps rounded, his triceps bulked out. What had been a slim, smooth arm was becoming contoured and shaped with precision. Every slight curve and bulge came with a tingle of pleasure to Malcolm, as if the fibrous strength forming had a connection right to his brain. With every breath he felt his shirt grow tighter as his chest expanded. His nipples swelled wider as his pectoral muscles expanded as well. What muscle had already adorned his body grew dramatically. His abdomen swelled with an eight pack of muscle like rock hard dinner rolls, lining his torso like a sheet of armor. Even his shoulders bulged with bands of muscle as the twink started looking like far more of a threat.

Vince was unaware of the changes, so focused on his assault in the deliciously tight ass. He grunted in delight every time he hilted himself inside of Malcolm, his balls swaying and smacking beneath the smaller man's ass, though even that was becoming firmer and harder by the second. The muscles of Malcolm's ass seemed to flutter and caress Vince's cock as if it was meant to be there, as if it was welcomed. Vince panted hard, leaning in to lick and suck on the nape of Malcolm's neck. Steam continued to billow out of Malcolm's nostrils as he felt the strength spreading through his body. His spine started to stretch, the vertebrae spreading out before swelling a bit larger. It was enough to take his frame from 5'7 to 5'9.

The feeling of the power flowing through Malcolm's veins were like a drug. As he imagined what he would do to his aggressor, blood started flowing into his cock. His underwear and pants were already pooled around his ankles, leaving his manhood hanging free. It had retreated a bit at first because of the cold, but with the rush of change and power, it was making up for lost time. His cock hardened, growing fat and heavy, slowly lifting away from his body. In moments it had swollen to its usual six inches, a fine and sturdy cock... but the changes started to accelerate and grow more intense.

Malcolm braced himself against the wall with his left hand, the right falling slack at his side, dangling loose. Every beat of his heart pumped more and more blood into his manhood. The shaft bobbed with his heart beat, jutting out before him, pulsating with vitality. The excess blood filling the rod made it seem redder then usual, but then the flesh began to darken, taking on a purple and then a brown color. As the moments passed, the shaft darkened even more, taking on a rich black color that contrasted with the rest of his body. The shaft glistened in the night air like obsidian... but more than that, it was starting to grow again, leaving behind the pitiful human limits of size.

Malcolm's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his shaft grow bigger than its maximum. Flesh stretched, the shaft bulged outward and new tissue was growing every second. It bloated outwards, thicker than ever before. The shaft surged forward in length as well. Malcolm gasped sharply as the head of his cock pushed outward even faster than his shaft, revealing more of his length as the head narrowed, flared and flattened like a pancake until it rested at the end of his shaft almost like a pancake. His urethra shuddered before it swelled wider, seeming quite primal and animal. While the whole massive tool throbbed with his heartbeat, the very center pulsed and shuddered even more, starting to bloat. A thick, concentrated ring of flesh began pushing out of his cock half way down the shaft, forming an equine like medial ring. Malcolm grunted even louder.

Even as he was assaulted from behind, Malcolm's hand flew to his huge equine cock, working it foreword and back, squeezing and thrusting. His hand movements ushered forth new length as the cock stretched to ten inches, then twelve, creeping forward to thirteen before finally stopping at fourteen inches. The thick rod practically radiated power and masculinity, feeling just as much an extension of Malcolm as his arm. It was a power to reckon with, but Malcolm's entire body was refining more and more into just such a powerhouse. His nostrils continued to flare and the flesh turned black and rubbery. His lips turned black as well as they filled out and parted, revealing teeth that had become surprisingly flat. Malcolm's ears throbbed as they started to contort, working up into points before they started growing taller faster and faster.

Vince's constant slurping and sucking on the nape of Malcolm's neck grew more complicated. He'd already had to adjust once as his captive grew taller, but now it seemed that Vince's tongue was finding nothing but soft brown fuzz instead of flesh. Malcolm shuddered as his ears grew taller than his head, rising upwards in two pointed spires of fuzzy flesh. Brown fur streaked up the back of his ears, dominating them. The same brown fuzz swept down his cheeks, filling in as thick sideburns before it advanced forward. Malcolm's jaw popped and he shuddered as his face itself began to change.

Bones creaked and grew; his lower jaw extending, his upper lip and nose struggling to keep up. His face extended foreword into a changing muzzle. His nose melted into the rest of his muzzle, becoming part of the overall structure, leaving his nostrils above his upper lip. The bridge of his nose shifted into a more gradual slope before soon Malcolm was left with the head of a donkey, though the eyes were still quite human and somehow his spiked hair had managed to remain, seeming more like a Mohawk shaped mane than the hair had been before.

Malcolm's fingernails turned black and hardened, growing out to cover the tips of his fingers, but inside his shoes the change was quite a bit more intense. His toes tried to wriggle but they moved as one unit, the flesh having grown together, thickening into a uniform wedge before the toenails turned black and spread out in a black keratin sheet to cover the feet, covering the tips. Malcolm's posture shifted as his ankles, calves and knees adjusted before his shoes were pried apart by thick hooves.

The soft brown hair covering Malcolm's arms and legs grew thicker and softer all over before it pushed out longer. New hairs added to the fray before it shifted more into fur than hair. Malcolm's skin disappeared beneath the fur, the brown covering his hands, his arms, his legs... His head and neck were already covered, leaving just his torso. The fur swept down his chest, peeking out from his collar before even his stomach was fuzzy, his pierced navel glinting gently in the dim alley light.

Vince panted softly and then gasped as the ass he was fucking felt different. The ass felt so much stronger, but more than that, the ass he was rubbing against felt more exquisite by the second. Strands of soft brown hair pushed out in waves, each wave leaving the ass with a lot thicker fur. Rather than ramming against clammy flesh, it was almost as if he was humping some velvety ringed orifice. Malcolm's cheeks were so soft, so downy. His ass was so tight, so warm and so strong. It was like a sex toy, a quivering gaping maw surrounded by fluffy clouds. Malcolm's movements shifted from basic thrusting to bumping and grinding, rolling his hips, maximizing the sensation of the furry cheeks against his lap. They rubbed all the way to his hips, making him feel as if he was in heaven.

As Malcolm's changes progressed, his ass cheeks began to slide apart, exposing his asshole more and making it even easier to penetrate the ring of muscle. Vince's next thrust suddenly slammed in much deeper, eliciting a gasp from both men. Malcolm shuddered from both the intrusion of the cock so deeply into his body but also because his tailbone felt as if it was on fire. The very last part of his change, his tailbone stretched out away from his body as new bones grew in, connected by brand new muscle. It whipped around, the growing tube of flesh covered by soft brown fur; though at the very tip the fur grew out wildly, forming a thick fluffy brown tassel. The tail stretched out to a foot, then two, whipping about before it finally reached full length. Malcolm took a deep breath. His transformation was complete, he was a donkey, he was stubborn and it was time to act.

With brute animal force he thrust his body back, slamming into Vince and knocking the larger man from his furry body. Vince stumbled, his cock sliding out before emerging from the furry ass with a wet pop. Without so much as his cock to keep him anchored, he began to tip and fall. Malcolm reached out and grabbed Vince by the arm, suspending him at an angle like the leaning tower of pizza, but only for a moment. Malcolm tugged the hand he held with all his might, flipping Vince around before his back slammed into the wall. The black haired young man barely had time to even figure out what had happened before Malcolm charged forward. With stunning speed, the donkey yanked Vince's pants and underwear down, grabbed the man by the waist and hoisted him up off the ground.

Vince felt the rough brick dig into his back once more, held several feet off the ground, his legs dangling. Malcolm licked his muzzle before he brought his former aggressor down. Vince gasped sharply as his plump ass cheeks were pushed apart by thick donkey cock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the shaft slid into his ass, inch after inch. In a blinding moment of unexpected pleasure, Malcolm struck Vince's prostate, sending waves of pleasure through him. Malcolm kept Vince pinned, grinning as he had successfully turned the tables on his attacker. Slowly he drew his hips back before he thrust into the man, starting to build up his own rhythm, his black cock pistoning deep into Vince.

Even if Vince had tried to escape, it would have made little difference. He could feel the strength Malcolm possessed just from being pinned to the wall. His entire lower body felt fuller than he imagined possible as the equine shaft slid up and down inside him. Vince moaned louder, sounding surprisingly if he liked the way things had turned out. It certainly wasn't the reaction most would-be rapists would have. Slowly Vince's legs lifted up and wrapped around Malcolm's waist, anchoring him in place.

It was an amazing sensation for Vince. His smooth legs felt the warm, soft fur of the anthro donkey raping his ass. He felt the meaty, almost leathery shaft penetrating him, he felt Malcolm's impressive balls slapping against his ass with the power of the thrusts. It was a sensory heaven, but even more for that he felt the donkey's powerful arms pinning him to the wall, keeping him in place. The brick digging into his back only made him harder, pain and pleasure mixing together could be an incredibly potent mix. Vince squeezed his legs tighter, wanting to feel every movement of the velvety fur against his skin.

Malcolm grinned wide, filling the human so deep his stomach distended a bit. Malcolm drank in the features of his captive, from the dark hair and dark eyes to his fair skin. Just as Vince had slurped at the back of his neck, Malcolm leaned in to nuzzle and lick Vince's chest. Even through the shirt, he could smell the spicy musk he had. Malcolm lowered his muzzle before brushing it upwards with his nose, licking and slurping at the exposed flesh and the trail of black hair creeping up along his stomach from his waist. The human's impressive eight inch cock was still rock hard from when he had been penetrating Malcolm, but Malcolm wasn't about to give him the benefit of a blow job after what he had done.

Vince squirmed and panted as his prostate was rammed repeatedly. Drool leaked out from the corners of his mouth as he took it all into his body. Vince couldn't get over how thick or long the shaft was, or that middle ring. Every time Malcolm pulled back, the medial ring tugged at him before plopping in and out. The flat, thick head was a blunt tool that left quite an impression as well. Vince moaned sharply. He was like a piece of meat being tenderized, softening him up and making him very juicy. It just happened to be pre drooling from his cock and drool leaking from his lips. Malcolm picked up the pace, amazed by how good it felt in general. The power, the intrigue, the amazing bliss. It all culminated in a sweeping wave of pleasure that cascaded through his body. Malcolm lifted his head to the sky and his lips parted.

"HAAAWWWW! HEEHAW! HEHAW HEHAW!" Malcolm brayed as his muscles tightened. With one last thrust he sprayed his seed deep into Vince, pumping him full of the rich, hot cream. Vince could feel the cum coursing through him, thick and potent. Soon some even oozed out around the black cock filling his ass. Vince shuddered before his cock ushered forth a human load of cum, the stuff dripping down his thighs before mixing with the donkey cum on Malcolm's thighs. Vince panted hard, his body feeling like jelly but before he was ready, he could feel himself being lowered.

Vince carefully supported his own weight as he was set down, his back still braced against the wall. Malcolm pulled his cock out of his former aggressor and ran his hand over it, collecting their mixed cum. He brought his hand to his face and slurped up some of their juices before purring, finally grabbing the clothes that had been torn off of him. Vince watched, dazed in the afterglow, drinking in Malcolm's handsome appearance. Malcolm pulled his pants on and buttoned them before looking over at the human.

"Same time next month?" he asked, dropping the pretense of their role play. Vince moaned deeply before nodding.

"Hell yes. I'll try a different kind of hooligan." Vince said. Malcolm laughed, heading for the street.

"Have a good night Vince." Malcolm smirked, disappearing into the night. Vince watched the donkey man go before he looked down at his hard, aching, throbbing shaft... and as he watched, the pale skin began to darken, shifting from peach to brown in moments. The eight inches surged outwards and longer, swelling in every dimension as a thick ridge formed around the middle and his mushroom shaped cock head flared out wide. Vince curled his fingers around his changing rod, starting to stroke the length, grunting in pleasure as he felt the change coming on. He lifted his head toward the sky, panting and starting to bray.

Vince's hand rushed up and down the length, feeling it bloat and stretch in his hand, the flesh pulsating in time with his heart beat. He balls swung with the power of his wanking, swelling themselves. His cock stretched to ten inches, then thirteen, even fifteen inches. He was bigger and thicker than Malcolm was, but they'd never put it to the test. Vince was too much of a slut for Malcolm's amazing cock and he always liked to wind up on the bottom. It was a good life, it was a good role play and Vince knew it would serve him well... Every night at the Night Barn ended up pretty well after all.