Budget Cuts (Donkey TF) (Patreon)

Hello, bit of a rare one, as I’m sure you all can see; a male tf! But it’s fun nonetheless. Enjoy

“This is ridiculous,” Kaeya muttered, staring at the vial. “No budget, no horses, so of course the Cavalry Captain gets volunteered. I am not—” He looked around at the rest of the Knights in the room. “Ugh! Damn, alright you win.” And with that, Kaeya disappeared into the cavalry barn out back.

The taste of the potion, while not really notable, definitely had a cooling sensation.

The change hit hard. Crack. Pop. His spine arched. “Ah— nnh, wait—” Ears fwipped long and white. A muzzle pushed forward with a wet schlick. “My clothes” rrrrip— “damn it—” his jaw cracked, nostrils flaring.

Fabric tore. Shirt split. Pants ripped open as his hips widened, a short tail burst free, and thick white fur raced down his thighs. Hooves clacked onto the hay. He dropped onto all fours, already panting.

“Wh-aawwww?!”

Cool blue hands manifested into being and wasted no time. They slid under him, cupping the heavy new length and swelling weight that had slipped free of a forming sheath. One palm stroked once—slick—and Kaeya’s whole body jerked. “Nnh—! That’s— ahwww—sensitive—” but his protests died as a drop of pre made its way onto the hay.

Another pair of hands spread his plumping rear, holding him open to the cool barn air. He felt every new nerve ending light up. A low, unwilling mmmh rolled out of his throat as the hands kept exploring, slow and thorough, mapping every change.

“Jean is going to h-haaaaw—hear about this,” he managed, voice half-whinny, ears flat. The protest sounded weaker than he wanted. His hips twitched despite himself when a slick thumb brushed over the newly sensitive ring of flesh.

He stayed right there on the hay, teal hair fallen over one long ear, breathing hard through the muzzle while the last of the transformation settled and the blue hands finished their examination.

Tomorrow Mondstadt would have its cavalry.

One very embarrassed, very permanent volunteer who had not actually volunteered… and who was still twitching under those cool blue palms.