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[i]On the eleventh day of TFMas Kaevon gave to me,

Eleven donkeys braying

Ten sneps a’mowing

Nine penguins flapping

Eight puppies whining

Seven udders flowing

Six orcas swimming

Five bondage rings!

Four mushing huskies

Three squawking birbs

Two yipping kobolds

And a werewolf who is knotty![/i]

If there’s one thing that’s certain about December, it’s that nativity scenes will be everywhere. Luke32saw them down every street they walked, and they had to say…they always loved seeing how the donkeys, camels, and other animals were depicted. That was by far their favorite part. And wouldn’t it be great if they could be part of it? Luke32sure wished so! Which was their first mistake.

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There was always something strange about ghost stories and Christmas. It reminded Trysten of those weird scary movies that studios would try to convince the public were good, but really they were just awkward. And not the good kind of awkward, either. More like the ‘I’ll watch this when I’m drunk with friends but we’re not really watching the movie and nobody’s talking’ awkward. That’s how Trysten felt as he was walking through the snow down a long abandoned dirt road, heading through the woods to what one of his online friends called a “haunted nativity scene.” Of all the things that could be haunted…that had to be the least scary sounding of them all. But Trysten didn’t have anything going on, and it was just two days before Christmas. Plus, the forecast called for four inches of snow, so why not go out in a magical winter wonderland?

He smiled happily as he dug his hands into his jacket pockets, having opted to wear shorts still but at least choosing sneakers instead of sandals as the somewhat heavier snowfall began to accumulate on the ground below. It was a lovely scene as trees sprang up from either side of him, barely blocking the bright moonlight as the silvery rays shone through the canopy. His head tilted back as he took in a deep breath of the cool winter air, snowflakes sprinkling on his glasses and wetting his rainbow mohawk as he exhaled eagerly. “What a night!” His enjoyment with the evening walk was clear, moreso as he could see a fork in the road up ahead. After checking his phone quickly for the directions, Trysten took the path to the left and walked confidently as far as he could go. He was told the nativity scene was just after the last bend in the road, which if he followed the directions correctly so far? Would be just another five minutes walking.

The rest of his journey was fairly quiet, Trysten not too worried about missing a turn considering it was a straight shot at this point. The time passed quickly as he hummed a Christmas carol or two, enjoying the woodland scenery as the silence made him feel at peace. He took in a long breath of the fresh winter air, sighing happily as his attention shifted with every slight noise. A squirrel running across the path. A bird fluttering their wings. A chipmunk rushing up a tree. There was something very soothing about it, and considering how close it was to the holiday season? It was exactly what he needed. Unfortunately for him, that winter wonderland wasn’t to last forever considering the end of the path was swiftly approaching. There was a hint of melancholy in his sigh, letting a hand extend out and brush up against one of the branches hanging over the path. A small clump of snow fell out of it, landing on the ground with a soft ‘plop’ as Trysten took his final step out of the forest and into the clearing he’d been searching for.

It was a bit more…rugged than what he was expecting. It was clear there had previously been a nativity scene there, but it looked like there was only the tattered remnants of a set of three scarecrows to represent the three wise men, some stables for the farm animals, and a broken down manger. Not exactly the most impressive scene…but maybe it used to be a lot nicer? “This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting to see…” There wasn’t exactly disappointment in his tone, but more hope that he could find something amidst the strange dilapidated scene. The night was still young! Why not explore a little bit and see why everyone was talking about how haunted it was? He didn’t have any other plans, and it meant he could enjoy the lovely winter weather a bit longer. “Yes! I’ll get some nice pictures, cavort around in the snow a bit, and then go home for a nice hot chocolate and a movie. I can think of no better way to ring in the holidays!”

And so it was decided. Trysten would spend a little while looking around, sending some pictures to friends, and maybe checking out some of the donkey stalls to send them to Kaevon as a joke. The thought made him laugh, remembering the challenge that Kaevon originally sent to him about this place. The foxbird didn’t believe Trysten would be able to go there and come back without being absolutely terrified. “That challenge doesn’t even make sense! Couldn’t I just lie about it, whether I do get scared or not?” He joked before moving closer to the stables, smiling the entire way as he took a few pictures of the surrounding area. He made sure to capture the scene as a whole, making sure every part was documented so there was no chance Kaevon could question whether or not he actually went. The flash was on, lighting up the area and fully documenting Trysten’s journey.

A few minutes of pictures and selfies later and Trysten put his phone away to look through everything. He’d found his way to one of the stables, aimlessly wandering through it before running a hand along one of the wooden pens. The railing was…weirdly warm. Actually, the whole stable was weirdly warm now that Trysten thought about it. He unzipped his jacket, scratching the back of his head as he tried to figure out how that was possible. There were no lights…it wasn’t even daytime. But the heat seemed to come out of nowhere, and it was only getting worse. As if that weren’t enough, a sudden and loud crash immediately pulled his attention toward the back of the stable. His head turned quickly, seeing no change in the surroundings but knowing what he heard. “...uh…hello?” But no one responded. He didn’t expect anyone to respond…but then what caused that noise?

Maybe this place really was haunted…

…or maybe he was putting too much thought into it. He shook his head and laughed quietly under his breath, casually starting toward the back of the stable. There was only one pen that could’ve been the source of the sound, and it looked like the gate was slightly ajar. “There we go.” It was obvious - almost painfully so. But since there was a reputation of the place being haunted, Trysten had to make sure he went there and took a picture of the truly haunted scary very real ghostly disturbance. It wouldn’t be the same if he didn’t! Without so much as a second thought, Trysten approached the pen and opened it up wide. It was completely empty except for a water trough that looked like it was tipped over. Was that the nose? He hummed lightly to himself as he looked around the pen. There weren’t any wet patches…and the hay looked undisturbed. So that couldn’t have been the source. But if not that, then-

Trysten didn’t have a chance to think any further as another loud slam made him gasp and jump in surprise, turning around to see the pen had closed. It would’ve made sense to blame it on the wind…but there was none. He rushed over to the entrance of the pen and pushed the gate. It wouldn’t budge. Looking down at the latch, it wasn’t secured. There wasn’t even a lock on the gate. But no matter what he tried, it wouldn’t open. Fortunately…Trysten could just climb over the gate. It wasn’t actually a barrier, but it was really strange. There was no reason to stay in the pen when his mind was already making up a few weird scenarios. He let out a nervous laugh, brushing some of the lingering snow off of his jacket before grabbing the top of the gate to pull himself over.

When something stopped him.

A sudden jolt of pain struck his hands, making Trysten cry out before backing away from the gate with a stumble. He didn’t know what had happened. Looking down at his hands, he noticed that they were bright red as if they just touched something really hot. Which reminded him…the pen was much warmer than the rest of the stable. Or maybe he was just overheated with his jacket? Either way, he couldn’t stop himself from sweating and panting as he looked around the pen in a slight daze. It was so hot…and his hands were itching from that weird shock. “I…I feel like I’m going crazy…” He pressed a hand to the side of his head, groaning before slumping against one of the walls. His head was pounding, a sudden headache mixing with the heat as a sudden hiccup took his attention. It took his breath away for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and catch his breath before he let out another soft rumbling groan. “Have…h-have to-HAWWW??”

Trysten immediately covered his mouth.

He didn’t move.

Did he just…

Before he could even think about what happened, his mouth opened again in a hiccup that started with a high-pitched ‘Hee’ and ended with another loud ‘HAWW’ that came from deep within the back of his throat. His hands stayed firmly against his face, but the heat rushing through his hands was making them go numb. Making his fingers twitch. His arms shiver. He didn’t even realize that something else was changing as he was quickly losing the ability to bend his thumbs. He was too focused on the noises he’d made, pulling his hands away to see his lower jaw pressing out of his face with a thin layer of off-white fur taking its place. Trysten’s eyes went wide, trying to grasp at his shifting face before quickly realizing his thumbs were…smaller? His breath caught in the back of his throat as he flailed his hands around before sliding down to the floor.

A sudden jolt of pain rushed through his body as he let out a squealing yelp, grabbing at his rear as something pushed back against it. There was something pressing out against his pants. He felt at it with stiffening and quickly changing fingers as a small tube-like shape was pushing against the shorts. It was quickly getting uncomfortable, Trysten cringing as he tried to grab at the strange shape and stand back up. But the pain didn’t go away. It got much worse as he shifted onto both feet, his toes cramping and his spine aching. He let out another braying cry before falling forward, catching himself on his hands. Or rather…a single finger. He felt a pang of fear rush through him, looking down as his fingers looked like they were swelling. Getting larger. Hardening. And turning black.

Like hooves.

This new sight combined with the increased pressure in his shorts brought a panting gasp of worry to Trysten. He didn’t know how, but he was changing into something. And based on the environment, the changes, and the stories about the area? He knew what was happening. He was turning into a donkey. He didn’t even have a chance to consider anything else as something new pushed up against his shorts, the growing heat from his hands shifting all throughout his body. It coalesced in one location as Trysten’s full arousal throbbed achingly between his legs. He breathed heavily, ears flicking up into the air as his growing snout grew larger and another ‘haw’ escaped from his throat. His thoughts were racing, tail pressing against his pants and twitching need dripping into his jock. He could feel his body bulking up as well, struggling to move as his shoes were already strained to their limits. He grit his teeth as the pain spiked, turning into a sense of relief as two fully formed hooves burst through the front of his shoes and pressed back against the ground.

His whole body shivered as his muscles relaxed, still feeling that worry and anxiety all throughout his body. And yet…it wasn’t affecting him as much as he would’ve expected. His body was bulking up as he took deeper breaths, eyes softening while the white fur of his new snout shifted to darker black along his cheeks. It was so soft and warm…but it was nothing compared to how badly that arousal was growing. He huffed and panted, trying to say something as his new maw couldn’t shape the words. All that came out was another bray, his coat straining as his shoulders pulled toward his back and he continued to gain size. And his muscles weren’t the only places he was growing, his shaft pushing harder and harder against his pants before the front also tore in half to show his new cock dripping eagerly onto the floor. The color had changed, a marbled white and black as the head was flattening as a ring grew in the middle…and it all started at1 what looked like a small, white-furred sheath. Trysten managed to look down and see himself for the first time as he couldn’t even register that it was him. His thoughts were too muddled, and with the changes rushing through his body, he could only think about one thing:

Breeding.

His back arched as he gasped, jacket tearing straight in half as it sloughed off of his arms. Even his arms had grown much larger, that black and white fur taking him over completely as his belly grew larger and rounder. He was sporting a notable barrel-shaped body as his hips widened, legs adjusting as he pushed up onto all fours and felt his new tail flick out into the air. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting in, that shifting length bobbing up and down as it grew larger, thicker, heavier. More of the fur rushed along Trysten’s spine as his eyes shifted into a deeper brown as the shine slowly slipped away from his gaze. His head was a mess, thoughts swirling around in a fog as he focused on needs instead. Hunger. Shelter. Lust. Pleasure. Mating. All simple commands that filled every ounce of his attention while his nose rounded into a snout that let out a long snort of a huff. Even his hair was changing, the bright and vibrant colors shifting to a uniform and pale yellow that stood out from the rest of his fur. It fell down and along his ears, more of it growing along his neck as he was looking less human with every passing second.

The arousal was all Trysten could focus on. His equine shaft was aching between his legs as it practically vibrated with need. It pressed out toward his abdomen, now completely rounded as his underbelly was almost fully covered with a thick, soft layer of white fur. He bucked his hips, ears pressing up higher into the air while his upper lip pulled back and he let out another heavy ‘HAW’ into the stable. He struggled to control his body, tail whipping back and forth while his hips rounded out and his neck stretched. More of that bright yellow mane grew out of his longer neck, his hooves stamping and clopping along the floor while knocking hay everywhere. He leaned forward before kicking the back wall of the pen, braying and huffing as he couldn’t comprehend the pleasure. His instincts were too strong, his need too irresistible. There was a silent voice in the back of his head screaming at him for something, but he could only understand it as ‘mate.’ It wasn’t even a word so much as an itch. A feeling. An urge. Every pulse that rushed through his body was another pounding twitch in his cock, dripping and leaking more pre than he’d ever produced in his life. His sac hung lower. His legs were bulkier. His chest was enormous. And through it all, he stared listlessly at the front of the pen as he brayed and snorted and huffed for breath. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. He couldn’t take anymore. Trysten couldn’t keep any semblance of his thoughts straight, body built to sate his needs as the new donkey thrust and pulsed and dripped until a shiver rushed up his spine. Froze his legs. Made him bray. And tipped him over that edge into a truly mind melting orgasm.

His whole body tensed as his shaft erupted with a strong jet of his seed, hips bucking wildly as he painted the ground in hot, sticky white. He threw his neck back and forth, stomping and cumming on his discarded clothes. He had no concept of being human anymore. No concept of what he used to be - just the urge and need he was finally fulfilling. His body was on fire, instincts fueling him as he brayed and kicked and bucked into the air. His constant cries echoed all across the abandoned stable, a proper mess being made all over the floor as Trysten lost all sense of control. He didn’t need it anymore. Didn’t want it. He just wanted to mount, mate, breed, cum. Pleasure became everything. Need became his reason to be. It made him feel better than anything he could remember in his entire life as a donkey, which as far as he was concerned…was forever.

His climax was taking longer than he’d ever felt, humping at the air as it felt like he had an almost endless supply of cum. He thrust and humped and stomped on the ground until his body felt like it had nothing left in it. His ears slowly deflated, hanging limp out to the sides of his head as his snout hung open. His chest heaved up and down in the air as he drank down greedy breaths of air as if he couldn’t get enough. His eyes were fluttering, his body weary and exhausted from all the expended energy. His legs shook ever so slightly, locking up to keep him standing as his energy was quickly fading. His head bobbed once or twice, blinking before he fell asleep where he stood. His body rested, shaft still hanging out of his body as it went limp and slowly receded. More of his seed dripped out of the tip as he breathed steadily with the wind shaking the no longer abandoned stable. All was calm…save for a soft vibrating. Trysten’s phone fell out of his pocket at some point. There was a new notification on the phone. Trysten was already asleep and completely incapable of grasping what a phone was at that point, but somehow? The message opened up. It was from Kaevon. And it was short and direct:

• Hope you like the ‘curse,’ you’ll have company soon. Happy HAW-lidays~ -

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