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Nuclear Hawwlacaust Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Canine80

[July 14th, 2063]

The sun was slowly setting across the wasteland, bringing out the natural orange and green haze that hung in the atmosphere even more. The colors danced across the sky like an aurora, but it was all part of surviving. As pretty as the sky was, though, it wasn't any more beautiful than when coupled with the vast stretches of the dusty orange prairies beyond... at least to Titus.

The teenager sat on a small rock outcropping above the survival camp, a look out point that gave him a little privacy. He was gazing into the distance, yearning and waiting for something just beyond the horizon, something that ensnared his soul and teased his spirits. Titus had been such a good boy for so long, working in hydroponics and helping to decontaminate the items the search parties found, and even reading to orphans - but that had all changed, and so had he.

Titus had his back against the rock face, his brown eyes gazing into the distance, a look of rapture on his face. Titus stood out from the other young men in the camp with their short hair, his stood in a tall, proud foot high black mohawk of bristly hair. One hand was wrapped around a huge, thick hand rolled cigar while the other was wrapped around a rather inhuman foot long equine shaft. His tan skin shifted into a dark brown flesh, running up to a wide, flat cock head.

The boy's eyes closed as he took a puff on the cigar, the end glowing red, the ash creeping back towards his lips. Titus held the woody and earthy smoke in his mouth for a moment before he exhaled, expelling a cloud of smoke that drifted on the wind, carrying out into the wasteland. Titus dreamed of the day he had come across the beast, the day that his life had changed forever... and the day that the beast would fulfill his promise.

[May 22nd, 2063]

The light humming filled the air as the rover rumbled across the dusty mesa, four pumpkin sized tires turning with blinding speed. The vehicle had been one of the many tools used by the central order before their fall and it showed ingenuity in an ever changing world. The four wheels were held at a distance by curved, sloped metal arms that came back up to the central unit. It was large enough for a person to lay over the top of it, but it could be dismantled and carried as a backpack. Regardless of its ingenuity, Titus was not a fan.

The teenager held on for dear life, his whole body shaking. He wore orange goggles to keep the dust out, but it seemed intent on going in his nose, mouth and ears instead. Titus' short buzzed brown hair was caked with orange dust as well, so much that he seemed to be camouflaged. Titus didn't know why he'd let them talk him into this in the first place. he could barely steer and he had no clue about stopping.

His hands worked the controls, trying to decelerate. He tugged and tugged, tried to rotate the dial back... but something felt wrong. There was a lot of give. Titus pulled again, only to have the assembly come apart. He felt the screws give way before panel came off in his hand. Titus was so surprised that it slipped out of his grip and skittered away, leaving bare wires and microchips.

Titus cursed, looking up before his eyes widened. He'd been so distracted by the rover's controls that he didn't realize he was coming up on a forbidden zone. The teenager closed his eyes and ducked down as the vehicle plowed into the fence, though the metal was so deteriorated that it practically shattered. Still, it was enough of an impact that Titus went rolling off, skidding through the dust.

"Fuckin' a..." Titus whispered before he lifted his head, watching the rover continue on without him before it went sailing off the edge of a cliff. A few moments later there was a rather harrowing yellow cloud of vapor rising up. Titus gasped sharply, feeling fear spread into his heart. He hadn't just careened into any forbidden zone, he'd come across one of the few that guarded a radioactive pool of slime and sludge. Titus began slowly crawling back toward the fence before he pushed himself up onto his feet and spun around to sprint back to safety, but as he turned around he came face to face with something unlike anything he had ever seen before.

The beast stood at six foot four, but Titus' eyes weren't sure where to start. The creature stood like a man but looked like an animal. He had the muzzle of a donkey with matching ears rising well above his head, and a black mane that followed the curve of his head from his temple down his neck. His shoulders were broad and muscled, his arms thick. The beast had the tattered remains of a red vest on, the pockets holding something inside. The creature was standing on massive hooves as wide as dinner plates, thick and powerful... but it was between those points that seemed the most concerning for Titus.

Dangling, heavy and thick, throbbing in time with the beast's heart, was a bigger cock than Titus had ever seen It was pitch black, with a flared flat tip and a medial ring. Thick, spongy yellow goo dribbled from the tip. The donkey beast inhaled sharply, its nostrils flaring wide. While Titus was taking in the beast, the beast was looking at the teenager. The boy was so small, so innocent, so clean... The beast felt sorry for him with such short hair and such little prowess, but he knew how he could fix it. The beast lunged for Titus and Titus dove out of the way, narrowly missing the thick arms of the creature.

"HAWWW!" The donkey brayed in frustration. Titus ducked around and moved for the hole in the fence, but the donkey spotted his destination and moved to block it. Titus skidded to a stop as the donkey moved in front of him. He turned to go the other direction but then froze again. He had almost forgotten that he was trying to get away from the radioactive pool. Now he was trapped between a painful death and a donkey creature. Titus lifted up his goggles, looking at the creature again before he decided on the only gambit he had. He tossed the goggles at the creature and ran toward the pool.

Once more the donkey beast brayed and charged after him, but it drew it away from the gap enough for Titus to double back. The survivor panted and ducked down, getting as low to the ground as he could. The donkey stumbled and skidded, moving after him. Titus was picking up pace, closing in on the gap, grinning wide. He thought he was going to make it, that everything would work out. He never would have expected what came next.

The donkey grabbed hold of his massive drooling erection, gave it a few strokes and then let out a hot, wet spray of the tainted yellow seed. The slime hit Titus' shoulders before spraying up the back of his head like a fire hose, splattering down over the top. Titus gasped, shuddered, and tripped. He fell onto his chest and slid a few feet before coming to a stop. He tried to get back up again, but everywhere the semen touched was starting to tingle and throb. Titus panted, feeling the heat seep through his shirt. His scalp felt almost like it was prickling all over, though soon enough the change had started.

Titus' hair had been uniform, brown and short, but now a streak was darkening down the center, turning from brown to black. The hairs stood up on end, getting thicker and tougher. In another few moments it started growing taller than all the rest, rising up higher and higher. As it pushed out of his head, Titus felt so very strange. He could feel each follicle in over drive, hyper sensitive as it pushed the hair out... and it felt almost, in a strange way, like an erection. There was a pride and pleasure in feeling the hair grow out. Titus felt a strange dopey grin crossing his lips, but the sound of hooves closing in on him reminded him of what was at stake.

Once more Titus tried to escape, but as he crawled forward he felt strong hands grab a hold of him and roll him onto his back. The donkey beast grabbed Titus by his waistband, lifted his pants and then did something expected - he began pushing his cock down into Titus' pants. The teenager felt the hot, slick donkey meat sliding down along his, butting up against his balls. The donkey began to thrust in and out, sliding back and forth. Titus tried to wriggle free, tried to escape.

Never before in his life had Titus felt so conflicted. He was afraid for his life, knowing he was surely about to die, but at the same time the donkey's juices had felt so good on his head, and his six inch mohawk was as bristled and thick as ever. Even Titus' nipples were as hard as diamonds. In all his fear, in all his doubt, his own manhood was starting to grow aroused. The feel of the girth and weight on his cock, the equine head slamming against his balls - Titus tried to resist, but he was finding it hard.

The donkey leaned down, nuzzling his muzzle into Titus' hair, sniffing in the earthy musk. He groaned deeply and brayed again, his hard finger nails pressed onto the boy's waist. With a few more hums, the beast was growing desperate. He tilted his hips to increase friction, slammed in again and slipped past the edge. The donkey tilted his head back and let out a Hawwww that echoed across the plains, and as he did he unleashed an unholy amount of cum. The hot flood sprayed all over Titus' lap, soaking his cock and bush, smothering his balls, even flowing down his legs. Wet patches formed before the liquid soaked through all over, making them a sopping mess. The goo even poured out of his pant legs, filling his shoes and pouring into a growing puddle around him.

Titus shivered and shook n place, feeling his entire lower half tingling and throbbing away. His leg hair was thickening slowly, getting more and more dense. In the hot bath, his balls sagged more, stretching larger and lower. His cock, however, took the brunt of the changes. It felt like it had bee fully hard before, but now it began taking in more an d m ore blood, swelling even larger. Inches pushed out longer and it swelled, the cock sliding up against his stomach before it pushed out of his waistband for the first time. The donkey almost seemed to smile, but all Titus could do was bray. His cock continued to swell, thickening to four inches, then six. It elongated to nine inches, ten, then more... but it wasn't just getting bigger.

As Titus watched, his cock head was darkening. Mottled colors began forming on the pink flesh, the spots growing into one another, taking on a dominant tone as the mushroom shaped head deflated and widened, becoming pillowey and flat. Soon the cock wasn't even human anymore, but donkey.

Titus sat there in shock at what he was seeing and what he was feeling, unaware that his ears were growing slightly into pointed tips... but as suddenly as the changes had started, they were now beginning to stop. The hair on his legs stopped getting thicker, his cock stopped growing and his mohawk topped out at eight inches long. He sat there, marveling at it all before his sex crazed eyes looked around for the beast... and once more was shocked by what he saw.

The beast that had been wild moments before pulled himself out of Titus' pants, dusted himself off and stretched a bit. His mannerisms were completely human, completely regular. He flicked his fingers a bit before he reached to his vest, unzipping a pocket. He drew out a long, thick cylindrical object. He ran it under his wide donkey nose and took a sniff before he popped the cigar in his mouth. With his teeth braced, he drew out a lighter from his over full pocket.

There were a few clicks, a flame, and then the donkey lit his cigar. He puffed on it, letting the flame get sucked into the tobacco. It took a moment to light, but soon the end glowed a bright red. The donkey inhaled deep and held the smoke, letting it linger before he suddenly exhaled a thick cloud of the stuff. A moment later he let out a deep sigh of relief.

"I've been needing that for a while." The donkey murmured. Titus was still in shock. He blinked a few times, letting almost a quarter of the donkey's cigar go before he managed o speak.

"Wh... What just happened?" Titus whispered.

"Oh, sorry about that... Pretty forward, I know, but its part of my change I guess. My hormones, my libido, whatever it is... it gets the best of me and I go mad with need. Once I mate, though, I get a few hours of rational thought. I can enjoy a nice cigar for instance. Want one?" The beast asked.

"I... I don't smoke." He whispered. The beast looked disappointed, offering a big thick stogie to him.

"Come on, its amazing. Makes you feel like a man..." The beast said. Titus held the cigar in his hand, looking at it. It was so big and long and thick and brown, just like his cock... The same pleasurable tingle that came from his mohawk and his thick cock was more than enough temptation for Titus to put it in his lips, his mouth spread wide around the cigar.

The beast grinned again and held out his lighter, letting Titus light up. He took a few puffs on it, letting the intensity of the flame build. Soon the thick, pungent earthy and woody smoke filled Titus' mouth. It was so odd and unexpected, so refined and so hot. He held it there, letting the smell saturate his senses before he exhaled. The smoke curled around him, dancing across his skin and playing through his hair. Somehow even that part seemed exciting, giving Titus' thick cock another twinge of pleasure.

"See, told you... Damn sexy there." The beast grinned softly. Titus took another few puffs before moaning, feeling so energized by it all. He had smoked nearly a third of his cigar before his own swollen balls tingled, his cock throbbed and white pearly cum sprayed out of his donkey dick... but as it did, the white turned steadily yellow, thickening up. As the last drop of human cum left him, Titus shuddered with a reborn need. A wide, happy grin crossed his lips.

"Oh so sexy... I love this..." Titus whispered before looking up at the beast, "If we do it again, will I become just like you?" he asked with a strange hopefulness in his voice. The beast nearly chuckled.

"If you drink my seed directly, yes. You'll become an animal just like me, going insane for sex, craving to make more of your kind... But I don't want you to do that just yet. We need a plan, a way to give us an opportunity to do more than just pick up those that wander away from home. We need a way in." The beast said, puffing on his cigar again. Titus looked at his own cigar for a long moment before he took another drag and looked up.

"What if on certain nights I left the gates open, let you in? You could take whatever you wanted." Titus offered. The beast nodded at that, grinning wider before he blew his smoke at Titus' groin and leaned down to nuzzle it, giving the teen's donkey dick a few quick licks.

"I think that'll work. You do it enough times for me and I'll reward you by finishing what I started here tonight. Deal?" The beast asked.

"Oh it's a deal, trust me." Titus whispered, licking his lips. He'd never felt so much pleasure in all his life.

[June 1st, 2063]

The sun had set and night had brought peace, calm and quiet... at least at first. It was in that darkness that the panic had started. Crates had fallen, the guards hadn't responded. The survivors had fled into their bunkers, leaving their strongest to defend the doors. Copeland came around the corner, brandishing a machete. He was six foot tall with skin as rich as dark chocolate, his eyes searching for a threat. He'd faced off marauders and pirates, even war tribes before. He felt ready for anything. He combed through the survival camp, looking for traces of what had happened.

Coming up to the collapsed crates, Copeland crouched down and reached out. It seemed there had been something near by that bumped into them, dislodging them from their neat stack. As he touched the wood, though, some sticky residue got on his fingers. He looked at it before he brought it up to his lips, taking a few sniffs. It smelled salty and musky to say the least. Having familiarity with a variety of substances, he decide d to give it a lick. It was in fact salty, but hard to place. Copeland merely stood back upright and resumed his patrol, unaware that his nipples were hardening or that his balls were ever so slowly descending further in his sack.

[July 14th, 2063]

The lights of the warning beacons flashed in the distance, the last vestiges of electricity in the wasteland. The thought of just where the power was coming from had fascinated Titus for his entire childhood, but tonight his focus was elsewhere. As the red lights pulsed and cast a faint glow he was able to see a shadow approaching the camp, closer each time the lights warmed up and disappearing each time darkness reasserted itself. As Titus waited for the beast, he lifted his last cigar and took a long draw on it. Much like the warning lights, the tip of the cigar burned red before fading again and Titus exhaled deeply, letting the smoke linger out into the night's air.

The beast stalked forward, his hooves crunching into the dried out ground. He was lumbering, lurching, staggering. He was lost in a world of lust and need and desire, but as he caught scent of the cigar smoke, his nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply. The beast turned and looked at Titus with glossy eyes. Titus grinned wide and opened his arms. The beast lumbered over and pushed his muzzle against the human's mouth. Titus opened his lips and accepted the wide, thick tongue in their sloppy, cigar flavored kiss.

The donkey began to hump against the human, finding him particularly comfortable. There was something about their matching donkey dicks that made everything fit. Titus' pointed ears twitched a bit as he humped back, groaning. He couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't play the part of the plant. He needed to be with his beast. This was his night.

Titus broke the kiss and started crouching down before the aggressor. He planted kisses on the donkey's nipple, his abdomen, his groin. The teen reached up, wrapping his fingers around the donkey's cock before he started stroking it up and down, caressing its generous heft, feeling its length. The beast tipped his head back, drooling in need. Each pant ended with a faint bray as his cock quivered.

Feeling it in his grip, Titus couldn't contain his excitement. He'd been waiting weeks, watching the young men of the camp get wilder and wilder, more vulnerable, but he wasn't about to give it up to them. He would have the honor of being the beast's first converted, and together they would turn the rest. Titus was done being a good boy. He would take what he wanted, even from the beast. He took his cigar and brought it to the donkey's lips. The beast seemed almost surprised. In his lustful fits he could hardly remember how to manage a lighter, but smoking a cigar? That he knew well. He grabbed hold of the cigar and took a desperate puff, then another. With him distracted, Titus got to work.

The human's hot tongue lapped and licked at the donkey shaft before him. Titus had imagined what it would taste like after he'd been forbidden from tasting it before. He'd imagine this moment for weeks. He fantasized about it as he shaved off his human hair and left his donkey mane, he thought about it as he traded in his savings for a few cigars from a traveling merchant. There was no more time to think, only a destiny to seize.

Titus' tongue teased the slit and he was relentless. The beast brayed louder, thrusting against the air, ramming his groin into Titus' face, but the boy didn't care. He moved, spreading his lips over the tip before he took it in and started sucking. The mere act of sucking alone brought a few heavy dollops to his tongue. Titus rolled the cum around his mouth with his tongue, feeling his teeth blunt and his jaw start to throb, but then he swallowed it down.

Working his head down the immense shaft was a challenge, but Titus wasn't giving up. He glanced up with his brown eyes, watching the beast puff away, dragging on the cigar over and over again. He hoped they'd both find the serenity they were looking for. Titus bobbed his head, taking the shaft in further. He felt it slide across his tongue, then nudge the back of his throat. He began tilting his head, lining his mouth up with his throat.

Sensing more progress to make, the beast started to thrust a bit more, rutting in deeper. Titus gagged, but the shaft slid down into his throat. His entire neck quivered around it, massaging it. Titus reached one hand down to start working his own donkey dick as he was so blessed, but the beast merely continued to puff on the cigar, drawing down toward the end.

The two went at it in their asymmetrical daze, their bodies instinctively falling more into sync with each passing moment. Titus' throat made such a good cock sleeve that soon the beast was cumming more steadily, his tainted juice dripping out into Titus' gut. The change that had started so many nights before began to resume with a vengeance. Each stroke of the teenager's hand on his cock felt rougher by the moment. His fingernails had started to harden, turning from clear white to dark brown. As they hardened, they grew longer and curved, thickened and even sunk into his fingers. Each finger tip was soon coated by a cap that was rooted deep in the flesh, forming miniature hooves on each finger. He flexed a bit, feeling the change was only right.0

The cigar burned bright in the darkness, feeling hot to the touch. It was little more than a nub now, but the beast took in every possible breath of it he could before he cast it aside. Smoke billowed out of his nostrils before he finally opened his muzzle wide and blew it out. Somewhere in his mind, part of the brain started to function again. It wasn't as much clarity as he got in the after glow of sex, but it was something. No longer occupied with a cigar, the beast's hand drifted down to start brushing Titus' magnificent black mohawk. The beast had to admit, his creation was coming along well. He could even feel the boy's mouth changing shape around his cock, inch by inch.

The change had started out with such subtlety that Titus hadn't noticed at first. Each time he drew his head back from around the donkey's dick, his mouth remained close to where it had been. His jaw elongated, and so too did his nose. His face expanded around the cock like a tube. As his face expanded, his nose lost definition and sunk down into the expanding flesh. Detail and definition disappeared until only nostrils were left in the hairless muzzle.

Feeling the newest donkey take shape was exhilarating. The beast fucked harder, his tail twitching around, his hooves stamping. The displays of masculinity sent chills down Titus' spine, a spine that was sporting a lengthening mane before lengthening itself. His tailbone ached and throbbed before the skin started to get stretched. The bones and muscle beneath were pushing out, straining and expanding. The bones pushed apart to make room for new bones and they all worked in unison. Soon the naked whip of flesh was swaying around, slowly darkening as splotches of brown started expanding over his skin. Form the midst of the brown skin, thick soft brown fur started growing out. It reached the tip of his new tail before darkening the most, turning pitch black. The tail took on a bit of a puff ball as it waivered.

"This is so HAWWWWW-" Titus brayed as he slid off the cock, gasping. His eyes went crossed as he looked at his muzzle in shock. The beast merely tipped his head back and let out a bray of his own before he sprayed his cum over Titus. Titus gasped and gulped as it hit him, opening wide.

The cum splashed over flat donkey teeth and a fattening tongue. His hairless muzzle started to grow darker with brown donkey fur. It covered his chin and jaw, surrounded his nostrils, crept yup past his eyes and expanded over his face. The brown fur was uniform as I swept past his human hairline and it even covered his pointed ears - ears that were growing. Titus had seen many plants sprout and grow in hydroponics, some with magnificent speeds, but his ears grew faster than any plant. Inch by inch they crept up taller, rising past his scalp, then ascending to rival his mohawk. The ears were tall, narrow and pointed, covered in brown fuzz with black tips.

It was remarkable feeling how much he had already changed. From having he head of a donkey to the hands, his hairy torso and arms were filling in with fur and his legs already looked like they had been coated in fur for some holiday. His ass cheeks had parted, his tail was moving strong, that left only one thing. Titus nearly fell to the ground as his toes gave out, then his feet. He stumbled and dropped down, but the beast was right there. He nudged his cock against Titus's lips before pushing it back in, resuming the flood of hot semen. Titus gulped it down, his eyes slipping shut as he was filled with a feeling of contentment and ease unlike anything he had ever felt before.

The sound of bones cracking became audible as the human's shoes fell off, skidding away. His skin had grown together around his toes, pulling them in tight. Likewise, his toenails were spreading out, covering his feet. The protective keratin slipped over the edge of his toes and capped the ends, working their way around. Even the bones in his ankles reshaped, adjusting his leg to suit.

Titus gulped at the cock and the cum greedily, feeling his own mentality get swallowed up. The pleasure was more than a drug to him, it was his entirety. He needed o fuck, to be fucked, to spray his seed, anything. That was all he needed, all he wanted, and he had it. With a few more sucks, Titus pulled back, lifted his muzzle skyward and let it out.

"HEEEHAWWWW! HAWWW! HEEEEEHAWWW!" he brayed, his cock pulsing before his own rancid mutant donkey cm sprayed out in thick ropes. The beast likewise joined in, braying as well before his own cum came shooting out, showering Titus down with one last load. The musky, spicy scent filled the air, drifting on the wind and the two basked in it together, feeling their hearts racing as the moments passed.

As the blinding glow of orgasm faded in Titus' brain, he felt himself able to start thinking again. He thought about having achieved his goal, how amazing he looked and he thought of what he'd given up to get there. He thought about how scared he had once been, how simple his youth had been and what laid ahead... and it was that last part that made him grin the widest.

The beast reached down and grabbed Titus, hoisting him up onto his hooves before he kissed him deeper. Titus tilted his head and let their lips interlock, their tongues tangling. They embraced for a few more minutes before the kiss broke and the beast reached for his pocket, unzipping it slowly. He brought out a brand new cigar, offering it to Titus.

"I was going to smoke this, but since you shared yours, its only fair." He said. Titus grinned softly, reaching to run his hand over the beast's pocket.

"If you have another, why don't we both have one?" he whispered. Titus gleefully accepted before he stuck it between his lips and started to light his. The beast chuckled and did the same, taking the moment of his clarity to light up. He had never had two cigars in such rapid succession, but it seemed there were going to be merits to having helpers after all. The beast puffed away, inhaling deep before looking over his new recruit. Titus made such a perfect donkey. His mane was proud, his shaft was long, his ears were perky and his tail was spirited. It was delightful to see.

"Before we descend back into chaos... What is your name?" the beast questioned. Titus grinned a bit at that.

"My name is Titus. My dad said it was a name of an emperor a long time ago." Titus said, enjoying the feel of the cigar between his new fingers. The beast let out a soft snort as well.

"I am named for one of my ancestors from long, long ago..." he considered. Titus grinned softly.

"And what is your name?" Titus asked.

"Xavier." He answered, opening his mouth to say before a loud sound erupted from near by.

"HAWWlp... HAWWW!" came a defeated bray. Titus and Xavier moved around the corner before pausing. Copeland was standing there, panting, partially transformed. His hair was lifting up into a short mohawk, his face was oddly elongated and one of his feet had misshapen into the start of hooves. He looked at the donkeys, eyes wide, realizing he had come for help from the two last people he wanted. He turned to run the other direction, but both Titus and Xavier lifted their heads.

"HEEHAWW! HEEEHAWW!" they cried out in unison. Copeland groaned, reaching up to cover his ears but soon he fell to his knees and threw his head back as well.

"HAWWW! HEEEHAWWW!" he brayed before moaning, his swollen black cock gushing forward with cum. Xavier clenched down on the cigar and moved over, giving his cocks a few pumps. It was all it took to make it start drooling again. Xavier came up behind Copeland and reached out, petting his mohawk before he brought his cock to dribble seed down his spine. Titus watched the two, panting harder and deeper, feeling his heart race... It was amazing, it was so amazing... it was the purpose of life itself. With that thought, the world around Titus started growing fuzzy and the blood meant to fuel his brain was headed for his cock.

In a horny stupor, Titus approached the other two, moving to take up his position in front of Copeland. The newest donkey lifted his thick phallus and stroked it, ushering forth a steady stream of yellowed semen. Copeland snorted and panted before he opened his mouth wide to receive. Titus began pushing his cock into the waiting muzzle and before long he could feel the human's proto muzzle growing longer around his cock.

It was hard to describe, and Titus likely couldn't if he tried. The haze of instincts that clouded his mind was strong, but somewhere in his head he was still capable of limited thought... but those thoughts were dark and perverted. He liked seeing Copeland stripped of his humanity, he liked seeing the donkey come out to play, and he loved the fact that he had made this all possible by leaving the camp open to infiltration on a number of nights. Those thoughts swirled deep in his head as he groaned and brayed loudly, stomping his hoof down.

Xavier was in the same haze, but deep in his own sea of boundless pleasure he took great satisfaction at seeing Titus' change complete, knowing he had introduced another fantastic donkey to the nuclear wasteland. Somehow, even with the great lustful cloud in his brain, he knew life was going to be far better now that he had a constant companion, someone to spend his time with... and it'd be far easier to spread their ways than ever before.