It took Derek several minutes to even be able to determine that he was, in fact, awake. The last few…hours? days?…he had no idea how long really…it had felt like he’d been asleep, and yet aware of what was going on, somehow. Trapped in some strange limbo. Jude had been there the whole time, talking, putting…things on his body. He could remember it, kind of, and yet it also felt like some wild hallucination. He rolled over in the straw of his stable, trying to use his hands to help him up, and yet they were so stiff. He looked at them for a close to a minute, studying them. Why…why had he called them hands? He knew that he didn’t have hands. Hands were for people, but he…he wasn’t a person, he had hooves. Two hooves where his hands should be, larger than a fist, black and…shiny, more like rubber than something made by a body. The more he looked at it, the more normal they seemed, and the more he wanted to scream. Instead, he rolled over onto his hooves and knees, and then, unsteadily, pushed himself standing, feeling his knees bend…backward, nearly falling over as he tried to balance on his lower hooves, looking down at his naked body. His legs–and arms–were brown. The color of hair, and yet they were hairless, just…almost like he was wearing thigh and shoulder length latex boots and sleeves which merged perfectly with the edges of his still human torso.
He…he could remember this. He could remember something, something from while he’d been asleep. Hiss head felt like half of it had been replaced with plastic, thinking and focusing hard was giving him a headache, but he could remember, he could almost catch it, the sensation of Jude slipping something on his arms and legs, and he’d been..screaming? No, he didn’t scream, he’d been braying. It took him a moment that he was braying now, loudly and uncontrollably, his body shaking as he tried to understand what had happened to him, what was wrong with him. He was a freak, some fucking freak! Something between a person and a fucking donkey. There was a mirror on the wall, and the image he saw only filled him with more terror. The lower half of his face–it was like someone had fit a muzzle over his mouth–some rubber donkey muzzle–and then glued it to him, along with two, stiff rubber ears. He still had his eyes and hair, but a shiny, long brown face which he…he could move, which he could bray through, with shiny rubber teeth and a long, shiny tongue inside–
The door opened, and Derek spun around–nearly losing his balance, and found his Master had entered the room. No, not…not his Master just…Jude? He was…smiling at him. Why was he smiling? Couldn’t he see what he was? How ugly he was? “Calm down, calm down Derek.”
Immediately he felt his body ease off the panic, his constant, loud braying subsiding at the order, a flush of calm running through him.
“That’s better–I wouldn’t want the neighbors to worry. I do love your voice, but if you can’t learn to keep it down, I’ll have to find other ways to keep you quiet from now on.”
Derek tried to talk, tried to ask him what had happened, what Jude had done to him. Somehow…somehow he knew this was Jude’s fault, all of it, but all he could do was bray–nothing even close to human speech would leave his stiff, rubber mouth.
“I know, I know,” Jude interrupted him, “I’m sure you have questions. But you know what?” he stepped closer to him, “I had a whole speech planned for you, about why and how, but I…looking at you, I don’t, fuck, I don’t care that much, you know? Besides, it’s not like you’ll be asking questions for long. Once that muzzle and those ears fully integrate with your skull and your brain, you’ll be so stupid you won’t even know what a question is–just a perfect fuck animal, just like I’ve always wanted.”
The words struck Derek with terror, and he backed away from Jude into the wall, but his Master followed him, one hand wrapping it’s way around his massive, permanently stiff rubberized donkey cock. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a few more days to enjoy what remains of your humanity, feel it ebb away bit by bit–but you’re looking forward to it, aren’t you? You want to be an animal.”
Derek tried to fight it, tried to fight his suggestions, but his mind was no match for Jude’s hypnosis now. He…he did want it, didn’t he? Yeah, this…he wanted this. Master knew best after all, Master knew everything. And it did feel good, so good, having his big dick stroked. The pleasure was pushing all his other concerns away. He snorted and brayed, and when Jude bent over in the straw, Derek was helpless to resist shoving his huge cock deep in his well lubed ass, his pseudocum pumping away, as he did, rubber donkey balls pulsing and churning. Part of his mind, the little bit that could push through kept trying to gain traction, but he had no control. He could feel the rubber working against him, eroding his personality and memories, leaving only enough to obey his master and filling the rest with a primal desire to fuck.
Once Jude was satisfied–several hours later– he ordered his pet off of him and went to go clean up, leaving Derek alone in his stable. He’d been…trying to think of something. Trying to do something. But it was fading away, faster than he wanted to believe. Master brought him some food later, and he ate it, and fucked him again long into the night, and a few days later, he felt better. In fact, Derek didn’t feel much of anything at all. Just a big dicked donkey drone, ready to fuck whenever his master desired him.
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