[Story] Annoyed Weredonkey TFs and Blows You (Patreon)

My girlfriend, Sabrina, with her messy blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, had never been thrilled about her weredonkey “condition.” But I’d been needling her for weeks, begging to see it, to feel it, until she finally caved, rolling her eyes and muttering something about me being a “freak.”

“Happy now?” she snapped, her voice sharp as she glared up at me, her blue eyes narrowed. Her hands were planted on my thighs, fingers digging in like she was already regretting this.

“Almost,” I said, smirking, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dumb glee. “Come on, you promised.”

She sighed before she leaned in, her lips brushing me with a warmth that made my breath catch. She started slow, reluctant, her blonde hair falling into her face as she worked. I slid my fingers into it, pushing it back, and for a second, it was just us—normal, quiet, familiar.

Then she tensed. A low growl rumbled in her throat, not sexy, just pissed, and her body shuddered. “Fine,” she muttered around me, the word muffled. “You asked for it.”

Her ears twitched first, stretching upward, sprouting coarse brown fur that crept down from the tips. They flopped sideways, unmistakably donkey-like. Her nostrils flared, enormous, sücking in air with a wet snort as her jaw shifted, widening, pushing forward into a blunt muzzle. Her teeth flattened slightly, and I felt her tongue change—thicker, rougher, sloppier—as she kept going, her movements jerky.

“Goddamn it,” she grumbled, pulling back just enough to shoot me a glare. Her voice was already deeper, warped by the transformation. Brown fur spread across her cheeks, patchy and uneven, and she wrinkled her nose—well, her snout. “I look like a fucking barnyard reject.”

“You’re hot,” I said, voice shaky, mesmerized despite her scowl. My hand tightened in her hair, urging her back. “Keep going.”

She snorted—a loud, blast of air—and muttered, “Asshole,” before diving in again, her huge nostrils quivering with every breath. Her hands gripped my thighs harder, fingers fusing into blunt, hoof-like stubs, brown fur racing up her arms. Her back hunched, spine creaking as it realigned, her frame growing stockier, heavier. The candlelight caught the sheen of her fur, a rich, earthy brown, and her tail sprouted behind her, swishing irritably against the floor.

Her lips stretched outward around my cocky, her muzzle now fitting most of my length. She let out a harsh bray, the sound vibrating through me, and I groaned, my head tipping back. Her tongue pressed harder, rough and wild, and I couldn’t stop staring—at the way her ears twitched, at the ridiculous size of her nostrils, at the way her blonde hair clashed with the brown fur creeping up her neck.

“Fuck, Sabrina,” I gasped, my hands sliding to her shoulders, feeling the coarse hair under my palms. She was still her, but not—feral and pissed and weirdly gorgeous.

She pulled back for a second, her muzzle glistening, her eyes dark and furious. “I hate this,” she rasped, her voice a gravelly mess. “I hate how I look. You owe me big for this, you perv.” Then she went back to it, her tail flicking like she was swatting flies, her huge nostrils snorting with every move.

I didn’t care that she was mad, at least not at the moment. The strangeness of it all, the pure sensation… I came in her mouth, and she let out an annoyed grunt, her ears pinning back. I was gone, spiraling, every nerve lit up as she brayed again, loud and sharp.

When it was over, she sat back on her haunches, her chest heaving, brown fur dusting her collarbone. She swiped a hoof-hand across her muzzle, her glare faltering,. “You’re disgusting, you know?” she said, with a half smile, her voice slurring around her flat teeth.

I collapsed back, breathless, grinning like an idiot. “You’re amazing,” I panted.