Himeno’s Punishment (Donkey TF) (Patreon)

Free supporters can find access via Dropbox. Supporters only story.

Free images available

The Public Safety office was quiet in the late afternoon. Most of the hunters were out on assignments, and Himeno had decided that was the perfect excuse to slack off. She sat at her desk with her feet kicked up, one arm dangling, the other lazily scrolling her phone while a half-eaten bag of chips sat open beside her.

“Mmm… just five more minutes,” she mumbled, eyelids heavy. Honestly, on a day like this something as trivial as slacking shouldn’t matter.

A soft click of heels on linoleum made her freeze.

“Himeno.”

That eerily calm voice slid down her spine like ice water. Himeno’s eye flew open. Makima stood in the doorway of the otherwise empty bullpen, hair neat, expression unreadable… except for the faintest curve of a smile, and that terrifying piercing gaze.

“I—I was just resting my eyes,” Himeno stammered, scrambling to sit upright. “Really, I—”

“You’ve been resting your eyes for forty-seven minutes,” Makima said mildly. “And yesterday. And the day before.” She took one slow step closer. “I think it’s time you learned what happens when a devil hunter decides the work is beneath her.”

Before Himeno could protest, Makima raised two fingers. A faint, invisible pressure settled over Himeno’s body—like the weight of a contract sealing shut. What…what is this sensation?

“Wh-what are you—”

CrRRk—pop.

A sharp tug began at the base of her spine. Himeno gasped as something thick and flexible pushed outward—shhhk—a long, soft tail tipped with dark hair unfurling and twitching against the back of her chair. At the same time her ears stretched, lengthened, and flattened into long donkey ears that flopped against her green hair.

“Makima—! What’s happening to me?!”

“Punishment,” Makima answered, “You’re going to spend the rest of the day as something more… useful. And more honest about what you’re really feeling.”

Fur rippled down Himeno’s arms and legs—her skin prickling as if a thousand needles were being pressed upon her. Her blouse strained, then tore with a loud shrrrriip! Buttons flying off in every direction, as her breasts swelled heavier, the fuller, soft flesh spilling free. Her pants and underwear followed a moment later, fabric splitting as her hips widened and a plump, fur dusted rear pushed outward. The new tail flicked high, completely exposing everything between her thighs.

Himeno looked down—and then twisted, trying to cover herself—only to freeze in horror as she felt the changes between her legs.

It had plumped, lips thickening and parting with a lewd schlick. A warm, slick ache bloomed deep inside her. The folds glistened, already shiny, the soft pink inner flesh peeking out. Higher up, the rim twitched visibly, the tight ring flexing as if it too had become hyper-sensitive.

“Nngh—! Why does it feel— hAAw!”

A low, involuntary bray slipped out of her throat. Himeno’s face burned crimson. She clamped both hands over her mouth, but the sound came again, softer, needy. Even then, that didn’t last for much longer; her fingers felt stiff and heavy, fusing together into blunt hooves.

Makima’s expression did not change. “The body doesn’t lie the way the mind does.”

Himeno staggered, knees buckling. Every step made her chest bounce and her swollen flesh rub together with soft, wet squish-squish sounds. The tail kept lifting on its own, presenting her completely. A thick bead of slick rolled down the inside of one furred thigh.

“Makima, please—this is— nnHaAAww—too much,” she whimpered, voice cracking into another half-bray. “I can feel everything… it’s throbbing… I can’t stop it…”

“I already told you Himeno,” Makima said, stepping closer until she could tilt Himeno’s chin up with one finger. “This is your punishment today. You’ll stay exactly like this until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”

Himeno’s new ears flattened in pure mortification even as her hips gave a tiny, helpless roll. Her jaw popped, nostrils flaring as her nose extended into a donkey’s muzzle with a loud SnFf—Snort!. Another schlick of slickness answered the movement. She squeezed her thighs together, but that only made the plump, glistening mound wink and part with an even louder wet sound.

“I—I’ll work harder,” she gasped, eye glassy with both shame and mounting heat. “I sweEE HAAWw—swear! Just change me back— ahh… hee-haw…”

Makima only patted her cheek once, almost fondly, watching the woman snort and spittle onto her desk.

“Later, Himeno. For now… try not to make too much of a mess on the office floor.”

Himeno’s tail lashed. Her swollen sex clenched visibly, another clear droplet stretching and falling with a soft plip. Her hooves scraped against the desk as she slumped forward, letting out a long, trembling, utterly embarrassed bray.