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Donkey – Int’l Donkey(boy) Week – Story Pt. 1

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The bar was lively given the time of night, music playing in the background, men huddle together with groups of friends, chatting among themselves at booths or playing games of pool further back in the bar.

Chris Pratt sat at the bar alone, nursing a luke warm club soda, not able to drink any alcohol due to his early flight in the morning. Thinking of that has him groaning, he was only on the famed amusement park, Pleasure Island, for a day and he hardly got to explore the place. The island was hard to get tickets to, even if you were the richest most famous person in the world they were hard to come by. From stories it was said the tickets were sent out randomly, which Chris never did care about prior to his arrival to the island when he found the maroon envelope in his dressing room a few months back, inside was a single silver ticket with his name on it.

‘You lucky bastard!’ Chris Hemsworth had said in a playful tone.

His other cast mates shared similar reactions, each happy there friend got chosen for a ticket, yet a little jealous they haven’t. Hearing their excitement had made Chris curious about this place, making him wanting to go and see what the place was all about.He had looked down at the ticket, taking in the detail of it, the bright bold printed date on the front when he was to leave for the island and where he was to go for the departure. He would luckily be finished filming the movie by then so he decided to go and make a vacation of it.

“Some vacation.” He mutters bitterly.

“Having trouble?” A voice startles him, looking to see a man in his mid twenties standing on the other side the bar. His name tag read ‘Dylan’. Dylan looking at Chris with soft green eyes, his hair shaved down at the sides while the top of it was a little grown out, styled upwards with some kind of hair product. the guy was handsome to say the least. He gave Chris a small smile,the smile causing Chris’ stomach to flip for some reason, waiting for the actor to speak, and for some reason, Chris would blame his eyes and that smile of his, he does, telling the stranger about the day he had.

Not long after he made it to the island, only just walking into his hotel room, he gets a call, his agent saying he needed to come back to the States, how the next Avengers movie filming date got pushed up and he had to be on set in two days. Chris argued to get an extension but to no avail. Annoyed he hangs up, books a flight back home and has to wait for the next ferry to leave out in the morning to take him to the airport to catch his flight.

“So you can see why I’m not too pleased.” Chris says with a defeated sigh. Sliding the soda the bus boy had given him a while ago, no longer interested in drinking it.

“That’s a bummer man, tickets to this place are hard to come by, and most the time the Island’s PR team don’t send out second ones for return trips.” Dylan says.

Chris groans, of course they wouldn’t, he was kinda hoping he could get a ticket to come back at a later date, but after hearing what Dylan said that would be a no go.

“Don’t worry though, just gotta make the most of your time left on the island is all.” Dylan says, grabbing a small glass and turns his back to Chris, busing himself at the bar.

“How am I supposed to do that? This time of night most places are closed.” Chris asked, which was kinda of a surprise when he read that in the pamphlet he was given on the ferry ride here. He understood some places closing when it was late at night, but thought more would be open given the island’s exclusivity.

“Yeah, but the bar’s still open.” Dylan says, grinning as he turns back to Chris, a glass of a golden brown brew in his hand. “This is a exclusive drink only brewed and served here on the island.” he places the glass in front of Chris.

Chris studies it, the scent the drink gives off his strong, but not terrible, it smells good actually. “I can’t. I shouldn’t be drinking when I have to leave and do a lot of traveling.” he says, sliding the glass away, normally one drink wouldn’t hurt, but he doesn’t know how strong the alcohol will hit him.

“Don’t worry man, this isn’t a hard kind of liquor, well not to hard, at first yeah you’ll get a good buzz from it, but it wears off pretty fast, and doesn’t leave you with a nasty hangover.” Dylan says, sliding the glass back to Chris. “At least take a sip? After all it’s an island special, and on the house.” He adds with a wink.

Chris ponders for a moment, taking the glass in his hand. He brings it up to his mouth, taking a small sip of it, feeling the alcohol sting a little as it goes down his throat.

“It’s got a strong taste.” Chris says as he sets the glass down. It doesn’t taste bad, it’s good actually, really good, probably one of the better alcoholic drinks he’s had. He told himself he’d just take a sip and that be it, so to say he had done so while he was there, but he ends up taking another longer sip, before he knows it he’s knocking the glass back, downing the last remains of the drink.

“Damn, that was good, really good.” CHris say with a lopsided smile. The alcohol’s effects already taking effect. He feels good, great even, in a much better mood than he was before. His body feeling all warm and tingling. A noise suddenly echos in the bar, sounding like a loud bray from what Chris can tell, followed by some glass breaking.

“What was that?” Chris asks, words a little muffled, he goes to turn around when Dylan’s hand grabs his, drawing his attention.

“Just a few guys making jackasses of themselves.” he says, his lips up turning into a small smirk. Chris focuses on Dylan’s face, his attractive face, thinking how much he wants to kiss that smirk away. Chris doesn’t even think that’s out of character for him, wanting to kiss a man he doesn’t even know all that well, but there he is in his drunken haze wanting to kiss and do more with Dylan as he eyes the man up.

Chris’ vision starts to blur, and suddenly feels a cool breeze hitting his chest, looking down and seeing his shirt is missing, yeah he still has his black leather jacket on, but his black t-shirt he was wearing is absent.

“What happened to my shirt?” he giggles and looks to Dylan, Dylan gaze seems to be focuses on something else. Chris unaware his ears had started to become pointed, growing longer, with a dusting of brown hair covered them as they extend longer, pausing just a shy of passing over his head, standing out a ways to the sides.

“You said you got a little hot and took it off, remember?” Dyan says, Chris nodding along. That sounds like a reasonable excuse to why he’s not wearing it, but why is his jacket still on? It starts to laugh at that, finding it to be amusing than it should be, he’s laughs growing a little loud, a few brays escaping his mouth in his small fit of laughter. His nose starts to grow wider, broadening on his handsome face, taking up more room on it in it’s growth, his hair thickening, starting to grow a little was down his back giving him a small mane. The fur on his ears grows in thicker, causing him to lift a hand up to scratch at it. Not questioning why his ear feels weird and hairy.

“How you feeling now Chris?” Dylan asks, his eyes not focused on Chris face he notices, more so on different parts of him, Chris noticed. He doesn’t really question why, not thinking to do so in his current state.

“I feel great bro, so good and not such a sad grump like I before.” Chris says his smile wide. Something begins pushing out of his lower back, the small bump lengthening, snaking out of his pants as it grows longer,the new appendage grows brown fur over it, the tip growing a bushel of darker brown hairs, his new tail swaying lazily behind him.

Chris shifts in his seat, his crotch starting to expand, the buttons of his jeans popping open as his member lengthen and thickens, He looks down, mesmerized by the sight of his cock growing, watching it snaking out from his opened pants, and out of his jock, the head of it flattening, growing rounder, his cock’s growth and change being the first realization that something’s going on with him. The discovery helping pull Chris out of his giddy drunken haze, looking up to the mirror that’s a little ways to the side, seeing his broader nose, his elongated furry ears, touching them with his hands, as if to see they’re really there and not just him seeing things in the mirror.

Chris’ finds his focus from his ears and nose to his dick, looking down tempted to touch it, arousal growing within him, wanting to wrap his hand around his shaft and just jerk off right there, not even caring he’s sitting in a public bar.

“It feels good doesn’t it?” Dylan’s voice startles Chris, the actor turning to look at him.

“How is this possible?” Chris asks, his voice coming out a little deeper than it was before.

“I can’t give out the secrets of it, my bosses would make an ass out of me, literally.” Dylan laughs.

“So those guys from earlier when you said.” Chris trails off, Dylan’s widen grin his answer enough.

“They had a little too much of the special brew, don’t worry, you won’t end up a full donkey unless you drink a lot of it at once like they had, yours should wear off shortly since I only gave you a small amount.” Dylan says.

Chris is quiet for a moment, processing what Dylan said, he figures he should be furious, after all he was changed into a partial donkey, but looking at his reflection, then his cock, he can’t but help feel more curious than angry.

“If you want to stick around for a bit longer, could share a bottle with you in private, see how far you’d change you, or i could just help you out with that. I’m game with either option.” Dylan says leaning against the bar, getting closer to Chris, his lips just ghosting over Chris’ to tease him. Dylan then gets up, grabbing a bottle and heads to the back room, sending Chris a wink over his shoulder as he disappears into the back.

Chris sits there, pondering for a few moments. He knows what he has to do. He needs to get up, leave the bar and go back to his room, let this shit wear off, get on the ferry and head back to the States. He gets up from his seat, he walks towards the door before he stops, taking a look around the bar, he sees more guys in the bar are in similar states like him, ears and noses more donkey like, others are more progressed, faces pushed outwards into snouts, their shoes bursted open with large hooves sticking out of the ruined sneakers of a few of them in the bar.

With his mind made up, Chris turns around walking back behind the bar, following after Dylan.

Oh hell yeah. Enjoy the pleasurable temporary transformation, and the opportunity presented.