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April's Ass Day (Preview)
🕑 Added 2025-03-11 17:11:25 +0000 UTCRaphael chuckled and flexed. JD watched those biceps bulge, showing prime, dense musculature he hadn't seen in a while. He also noticed the bull push his chest out, showing off his square, bulging pectorals. “It's been too long since I got to be this huge and bulgy. It's so good, don't you agree?”
JD blushed, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend's Adonis figure. “Y-yeah… it's pretty good.”
The bull smiled and placed a large, meaty hand on the guy's shoulder. “I hope you like this surprise. I got up very early to make it all happen. A hearty meal with the most handsome slab of beef you’ve ever seen and maybe, get in on the fun.”
JD's eyes widened. “Wait, do you mean-”
“Mhm!” Raphael nodded. “It's the start of a new month and a new you! Well, a classic new you, but still! I'm sure you would really like that.”
JD nodded. He would like that. It had been some time since he went horse. There was something very invigorating about turning into a stallion more than any other forms he had become since. Maybe it was the sense of pride, the speed, the strength, the girth below, or perhaps a combination of all of that?
Why not start the month on a good note?
Raphael led him over to the dining room and had him take a seat at the table. There, a red envelope was laying before JD. The bull leaned down and cooed, “Why don't you enjoy that special, transformative card? I'll go finish getting breakfast ready while you do.”
JD nodded as the bull left, the heavy clops of his hooves against the floor being heard and felt. He took the envelope and opened it up. There was a white card inside, the front having a picture of a cartoon feral horse on it.
Below it was written, “Hey, been a bit since you pranced. Maybe it's time to be a stud.”
He smiled and opened the card. However, it faded when he saw what was in it. There was instead a picture of a cartoon donkey with a large grin. Written below that was, “Or better yet, time to be an ass!”
He just processed those words before a huge explosion of gray and brown dust & confetti struck him in the face. It seemed to all come from the picture of the donkey, the cloud coating his entire head before it flew out of his hands and fell back onto the table, closed.
JD got to his feet and in a hurry, coughing and hacking. He waved the dust away as best as he could, most of it fading after a few seconds. “What… cough what the hell cough was thaaaaHE-HAW!”
