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Lady Krampus' naughty list (Monthly tale - 46) X
🕑 Added 2022-02-16 17:07:14 +0000 UTC(Woman into donkey)*
Metamorphose Aesthetics: Season 2
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The secretary was busy standing on a chair, putting up the office Christmas decorations. Simone, for her part, wasn’t doing anything else other than sitting with her legs crossed at a desk enjoying a cigarette. An hourglass figured, freckled bombshell, she was a tall white young woman with plenty of curves. A large rear that was her pride and joy, fantastic breasts and long brown hair. Wearing black high heels, stockings, a long grey skirt and a teasingly transparent blouse.
Simone took a long drag from her smoke and continued bitching.
“I just think it’s quite hypocritical on your part,” she replied. “I never got anything I wanted for Christmas as a kid, so, obviously, I don’t like the season. You on the other hand probably always got everything you wanted, which is fine, but why do I have to be forced to pretend to be nice? Why do I have to be forced to participate in your collective festive delusion?”
The secretary sighed.
“Holy Santa, I only asked you to hold the chair! You are absolutely insufferable sometimes!” the woman sighed. “Most of the time actually! Also your argument sucks!”
“It sucks… or is it just that you don’t want to admit when you’re wrong?” Simone pointed at the struggling secretary with her cigarette. “Christmas is bullshit, just cooperative propaganda. I’m sorry to be the Grinch, but someone had to break it to you.”
“What are… Wait…Have you even read the Grinch?”
Simone shrugged.
“Nah, not really.”
“We work for a children’s book publisher, Simone! Geez, like, it’s okay if you don’t like Christmas but that’s no excuse to be an absolute ass to everybody!”
Simone had stopped paying attention, leaning back at the desk she saw a very expensive Mercedes arriving in the parking lot through the window, with a smirk across her lips she stubbed out the cigarette in a nearby plant pot.
“Yeh, yeh, whatever…” she said, getting up. “Look, the lesson here is that magic elves aren’t gonna give you anything for free, you have to get it yourself!”
Simone slapped the secretary’s butt as she walked out, the poor woman almost fell off the chair.
“You are such a jackass!” the secretary cried into the distance.
Shaking her hips and making her heels click on the hard floor, Simone walked down the office, attracting the looks of some of her coworkers, but she didn’t care, not about them anyhow, she had other goals in mind. By the time the boss arrived at his office she was already there, leaning against his desk with her hands in the waist.
“Hi, there, Mister Boss,” she greeted him sensually.
Her boss froze at the door.
“Hi… Simone…” he babbled, slowly.
“Do you like the decorations?”
“Oh? Ah, yes, you all did a wonderful job with… that thing… What… What are you doing in my office?”
“Nothing, just wanting to ask you about that raise I clearly deserve again. I had the feeling you were trying to avoid me, Mister Boss, so I want your undivided attention.”
“Simone, w-we already talked about it, it’s just not possible right now…”
“Aren’t you even gonna listen to my counter-offer?”
“Counter-offer?
Simone showed her back to the man and, effortlessly and shamelessly pulled down her skirt, exposing her round buttocks.
“I’m not wearing panties,” she clarified.
“Simone, please… I’m… married…”
“Why do you say that every time, Mister Boss?”
“I…”
Her boss was helpless, almost frozen, before that ass, a hardon building up inside his pants. With obviously malicious intent Simone proceeded to pull up her skirt, so it ended up rolled around her waist, she leaned over the desk.
If she had a tail she would have lifted it high up.
“Then, boss, are you gonna give me a ride or are you gonna make me leave? It's cold outside, it’s a very cold winter… Are you gonna let my poor butt freeze, stud?”
There wasn’t anything else to be said, that ass had to be kept warm.
The door of the office was closed, his penis was freed from his pants. Soon Simone had to hold herself to the desk as the man pumped her… and she loved it. Truth was she was used to getting what she wanted, and what she wanted, more than the money or the attention, was the lust.
Sex.
Turning men into her play-things, being the dominant one, the one with the power, in control… the breeding… Her tongue pushed out as the man began to play with her tits, she had thought that if she could have her life be just this she would gladly take it all so many times….
Some might have said that it was sort of contradictory and that it was a path set for disaster.
Others were taking notes.
Not just the secretary earsdropping behind the door, listening once again to the sexual rutting with a blush in her face.
But far, far away, up north… where the land was covered in snow…
The fireplace was crackling, keeping Lady Krampus’ office warm. It was a busy day, the mother of all winters was finishing up her list and there was still plenty of room for some naughty girls… such as Simone.
Lady Krampus was almost surprised when the sudden echo of the woman’s raw orgasms reached her ears, followed up by chuckling and the voice of a panting man asking something about a Christmas party. That was all, Santa’s wife didn’t need anything more, she picked up one of her pens, the vixen one, and wrote down Simone’s name on the list, between Jessica, a bad mother set to become a nice gift, and Olivia, who’s obnoxiousness was going to turn her into a penguin. Unrepentantly fucking her married boss for the seventh time, it would be the last bad deed Simone would ever be allowed to commit… as a human at least.
December the twenty fifth swiftly arrived.
The Christmas party was at Mister Boss’ house, when Simone arrived, wearing a skimpy Santa dress, she greeted her lover’s wife with two kisses on each cheek. Simone didn’t intend to stay for long, just long enough to grab some food and booze and then leave for a real party,the kind she liked because they were more about sex than Christmas.
Her plan was abruptly halted in the weirdest of ways: There was a gift for her under the tree.
A gift that nobody knew where it was from. Every other party-goer and the owners of the house all claimed and swore they had no clue how that gift was there, but what was obvious and clear is that the gift was for Simone.
“Come on, Simone, open it! It’s the easiest way to figure out who's your secret admirer!” the secretary chuckled, who had very low tolerance for booze and had drunk half a glass of champagne.
Everybody agreed in a very democratic way that the rationale was correct, everybody except Simone, but her opinion didn’t seem to matter much and after some nagging she agreed, feeling annoyed.
“Okay!” she grunted. “I will open it! But if it’s a joke I’m gonna be pissed!”
She knelt down near the tree and, with everyone at the party’s attention focused on her, and with the feeling it was a terrible idea, she opened her first ever Christmas gift… if you believed her stories…
The only thing she found inside was a letter.
Simone didn’t read it out loud, it was a personal letter for her, but when she read down what was written on the paper it was as if something was whispering right into her ear.
“Dear Naughty Girl
Santa’s Wife wishes you Merry Christmas, because they are your last ones as a human.
‘This night you shall become an ass, by next year the breeding stall will be your whole life
Take care and enjoy the braying
Lady Krampus“
Her surroundings became silent as Simone read the letter, she read it a couple more times with her eyes wide open… and her heart burdened..
“It's a letter, isn't it?” the secretary asked, breaking the short moment of odd tension with giggles. “What does it say? Come on, don’t make us wait! Is it something kinky?”
Simone clenched her fist around the paper, crumpling it into a ball.
“Very fucking funny, Olivia!” Simone yelled, getting up. “Amazing gift!”
The party gasped.
The secretary blinked, drunk and confused by that sudden attack.
“Excuse me?” she babbled. “I didn’t put that gift there…!”
“Yeah, sure, of course! If you are jealous because I have a sex life there’s less stupid ways to tell me, you dry cunt bitch!”
“I’m not…! Simone… What did it say in the letter? Are you alright?”
Simone wasn’t alright at all, a heat was building in her groin, but she didn’t want the help of any of the people at the party. Her eyes watered slightly as she felt the pressure of their stares.
“Fuck you all!”
Like a winter wind she stormed out of the house, upset beyond reason, not even picking up her coat and with the letter squeezed in her fist. Outside she tore apart the letter and screamed at the night sky.
She didn’t feel cold.
The echo of dozens of parties surrounded her in every direction, and she wanted to go to them, to fuck… but that letter had spoilt everything…
Instead, completely frustrated, she managed to make it back to her apartment. Stipping completly naked Simone crawled on top of her bed, the cold sheets didn’t calm the warmth growing in her pussy.
“Fuck Christmas…” she barked. “I’m not an ass!”
Rolling around, feeling nervous and uncomfortable, she tried to sleep and forget… but the oniric realm didn’t offer any escape from Lady Krampus’ grasp…
She wasn’t a donkey…
She was a queen, a dominatrix…
Hair tied into a tall ponytail, wearing dark latex, a whip in her hands. Not just dominant, but a dominatrix.
Her sex-pet was already tied up and gagged on the bed.
“Do you want mommy to teach you a lesson, foal?”
Why did she use that word? Foal? The dream-thought floated in the mist of the dream until the sex-pet gurgled eagerly that he did indeed want his mommy.
Simone smirked, cracked her whip and began to play with her toy. Teasing with her harmless weapon, touching, pulling, slapping… His cock was out and it was very, very hard…
She chuckled.
“Look what you did, you got all stiff!” she grabbed and squeezed the man’s balls. “What am I supposed to do now? Lick it?”
A slap of the whip.
“GNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHH!”
Smirking, Simone knelt down in front of the cock… her heart was beating hard, now it was a donkey’s cock… Tall, muscular, tubular, pink… Her mouth watered, opening, her head shook…
“N-no…! No! No…!” Simone mumbled in her bed.
Rolling around naked, horny, trapped in her dreams.
“I’m not an ass…! I’m not an ass…! I’m not… a naughty jenny…!”
She stretched herself, powerless to stop the overflowing lust. Her pussy was so hot it could very well have been glowing. In desperation, between the realm of the dramatic and the reality of the flesh, Simone tried to regain any semblance of control.
Standing up, walking away from the jackass’ dick.
She was…
An equestrian…
Wearing tall boots and tight pants wrapping her ass, she was a horse rider, the owner of the stables. No beast of burden, but a tamer of the equine.
“I’m a stallion rider… not…” she gulped. “A stallion’s ride…”
An echo reached her ears, her heart was bouncing inside her chest once more. Feeling afraid, she looked around… the door out to the backyard…
Simone slowly opened it…
She saw the meadow on a hill, sheep grazing, too many to count, but not a single horse on sight.
The echo hit her ears again.
The braying.
Two grey furred donkeys were up there on the grassland, a jackass… and a jennet…
Eyelids opened wide when Simone saw the male’s cock coming out, the female having completely stopped her trotting, waiting for him. The big equine penis… Simone froze… she was completely naked, both in the bedroom and in the meadow…
With a quick hop the jackass mounted the jenny and began to do what was just natural to them: Mating, breeding.
They rutted there in the wild, unashamed, unapologetic, unshackled, just as beasts are meant to. Braying at full intensity.
Simone’s eyes watered, her lips shook… a whisper came out of her heart…
“I… I wanna…”
Horror clenched her body as soon as the dream caught her confession. She dropped to her knees, then onto all fours, a rush of panic.
“No! NO! That’s wrong! I didn’t! I’m no beast!” she cried.
But she couldn’t stand up as a person, she couldn’t deny the heat any longer. Rolling around crazily on the bed, covered in the salt of sweat and tears. The shadow of the jackass on top of her, the ache in her muscles, her pussy reaching orgasm.
“I’m a…! I AM A…!”
Her breath quickened.
Animalistic fear.
She saw herself… black brown fur…
Then…it left her throat…
“AM AAAAAAAAAAW! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWW! HAW! HAW! HAW!”
Simone lifted herself up on top of the bed, fully awake as if a mule had kicked her out of her dreams back to reality. She cried, brayed, touching her body, pulling her hair.
“NOOOOOOOOOH! I’m not a freaking ass! I’m not! I’m a noOOOTH! HOOOOOW HEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOH!”
Her teeth bucked out of her lips as she brayed in frustrated panic. Her ears tingled and rampantly stretched, covered in fur, black brown fur, migrating to the top of her head where she grabbed and pulled them down in front of her eyes.
Pupils stretched horizontally.
Donkey ears.
“THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME! NOOO! FUCK CHRISTMAS! FUCK CHRISTMAS! AAAAAAAAANGHHHHHHHHHH!”
A pinch of pleasurable pain made her pause from grabbing her long flexible ears when her hands flew towards her butt. Squeezing her buttocks she lowered her ears, trying to look behind her… a patch of fur sprouted above her ass, then a tail erupted out of her spine.
“HEEEEEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEEEEEEE HAW!”
The tail swung left and right, then lifted up, a turf of hair sprouted at the end as Simone’s womanly vagina and anus were reformed into the beastly equine.
Impotent, incapable of doing anything else, she leaned forward over the bed, stretching as her legs were stretched, covered in more fur. She bent her knees, raising her legs, curling her toes in a vain attempt to stop their transformation into hooves.
It didn’t work.
Donkey legs from which fur quickly climbed towards her knees. Her arse expanding in size and mass. Simone put a hand over her feverish forehead, softly sobbing, grunting, snorting.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw…” a short moment of serenity in the metamorphosis that was followed up by a louder snort. “I DON’T haaaaw WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”
Bone twisting pain, then cracking noises. Her shoulders lengthened forwards, then backwards. With great effort she pulled herself to the edge of the bed and dropped down, heavy and blunt.
She attempted to get up.
“Heeee haw!”
Only to drop back down onto all fours. The increasing mass of her rear made it’s weight almost unbearable and that was even without taking into account the itchiness of the growing coat of thick fur. Her tail tensed, her back hooves clopped and slid across the floor as she bent her back, permanently locked into a quadrupedal pose.
“HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”
Behind her her whole body was completely consumed by the changes, the hairy butt of a jennet.
A donkey’s ass for the ass she was meant to be.
Simone looked behind and saw the sorry state of her butt-area. She was growing and expanding, way beyond her human form. Her belly swelled and became round, her breasts shrank and slid towards her crotch, to become fat black teats, a straight line of hair, that of a donkey’s mane, grew from the centre of her human hair.
She finally broke.
“PLEASH! Please! No moreeeeeeeeEEEEEEEH!” she begged with a deepening voice. “I haaaaw learnt! Will no beeeeeee nautgheeeeeeey nhowmore! I sweaaaaar! Iiiiii SWEAAAAAAAAAR! SWEEEEEEEEEEH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!”
But, deep down, she knew it was pointless to complain, even more so after she felt her jenny clit wink in horny anticipation. If she didn’t want this end she wouldn’t have gotten herself onto Lady Krampus’ list to begin with.
Yet, there was one thing her rightful punishment couldn’t rob her of, because if her fate was to be a donkey she fully intended to express her frustration as what she was becoming.
Kicking and jumping in direct confrontation with the end of her humanity. Simone bounced all over the room, destroying the bed, cracking wood with her head, smashing glass with her hooves.
Braying, braying without pause.
“HEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEEEE HAW!”
She lifted her backside, standing on her hands, to hit a lamp with one of the kicks, and as she did it, those hands became her other pair of sturdy hooves.
Her neck lengthened and bulked, her ribcaged barreled.
A last brutal bray.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Simone’s head cracked, her skull pushed forward, stretching her face into a muzzle at the same time everything was consumed by the fur… her voice and the silhouette of her shadow lost any trace of the womanly…
In the end, only an angry brown furred female donkey remained in the bedroom.
A jenny.
An ass.
The beast kept braying and destroying until she was exhausted and by that time animal control, alerted by a worried neighbour, were already there. The professional animal catcher had no trouble guiding the tired donkey out of the house despite her best efforts to avoid it.
It was pointless defiance, humans can’t understand braying.
She was soon checked over by a veterinarian, certified as a healthy adult jenny and, eventually, because it couldn’t have been any other way, she was sent to a farm to live among her kind. It was an annoying surprise how easily she found herself adapting to the routine of the farm. It was simple, natural, not so different from the office… she fit in so well that she seemed to have been born to it, which was comfortably mortifying.
Perhaps ironically there was only one aspect of her new life she tried to avoid for as long as she could.
Mating.
Despite the kind of woman she had been, as an ass she avoided the males like they were a scourge at that point the farmhands noticed it, mocking the poor jenny and giving her a few unsavoury nicknames.
But even though she held out as long as she could, that could only mean that some months later, in due course, she found herself in the breeding stall, where she could no longer avoid either the male, nor her body’s needs.
Every inch of her flesh wanted it and the jackass was surprisingly gentle, by the standards of jackasses at least. A smooth and enjoyable experience during which she was nothing but a jenny, a lustful jenny in heat taking the weight of her male and the load of his cock without a single hint of remorse. Yet, after the deed… it was still a bittersweet thought to swallow that any hope of walking again on two legs were shattered by the best orgasms of her life…
The first of many more equally good ones.
One year later winter came back, to nobody's surprise, with the cold early morning light shining across the snow the jennet moved out of her stall, a trick only she was able to pull off, to calmly walk down to the field. She had gained some weight, but most of the swelling in her belly was a product of her pregnancy.
Naughty office girl Simone was apparently completely forgotten, if some folk had maybe cared about her disappearance, their complaints hadn’t lasted long. Even the jenny herself had trouble remembering her previous self.
Her heart knew that even if she did have a chance to be Simone again she would most likely reject it, because being Simone now seemed just too much of a hassle.
She stopped to contemplate her life, soon it would be December Twenty Five again.
Her first one on the farm.
Her first one as no longer human.
Lady Krampus had told her no lie, her life had indeed become the breeding stall and even if she certainly enjoyed that…
The jennet still didn’t like Christmas one bit.
