She starts giggling again, watching as the tail swishes from side to side out of the pants of one of the teenagers she knew from school. There was a carefully ripped hole in the back, but she was too drunk to have any idea what it meant, let alone know whether it was fake or just part of the costume all the kids seemed to be wearing.

"That kid looks like he's walked through coal..."

She was looking at the boy with hooves for hands and feet.

"Do you think he's been playing in the cruise ship's boiler room?"

She looked down to the docks. The ship was still there in port. She wondered, without really caring, whether it was going to leave and come back. There was a sharp rip behind her that she ignored and continued drinking her alcohol. She squirmed a little as something tickled her leg that was soft and furry.
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He would walk on at your side, he to would shift his green eyes over to this boy, at his back is a donkey tail swaying back and forth, it is coming out what looks to be a perfect cut hole for it. Meaning that it has to be a fake, no questions about it. His hands and feet look horrible, really dark and dirty, what ever he was doing he would count himself out of it. He would look away from the boy and just walk on ahead.

To be honest he would notice a lot off odd things about people here in the part but he could not out his finger on it. In all reality what was happening was that the children that have been acting like jack assess there whole life’s and since they got on the island are changing fast, while other children like himself will be turned slow. Horrible but the truth and the nasty thing is they don’t know what is happening because they all have been drinking.

He would let go of your hand, he would stop and tilt his head back and take a sip of his drink his ears pinning back as he does so. His eyes close and then his ears twitch, he hears something, the sound of glass smashing, his eyes open and then all heads turn to the fun house, the sound of braying can be heard. Even stops and turns there head to the exit doors off the fun house, as then with a massive powerful kick the doors swing open and a donkey bursts out, it brays like mad, going insane. It is odd looking, with a blond tassel on its tail and a blond mane as well, it is also wearing trousers on its hind legs and a loose shirt, like the other donkeys they seen before they came into the park this one was small. It would go ma, kicking its hind legs in the air and making a big scene, it was not long before it just ran into the crowd and the darkness and everyone bursts out laughing.

“What entertainment! It must off been like in a cage in the fun house or something, so funny hehehe! “
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All the kids running around with tails and covered in dirt that looked more like coal was more funny than it was annoying. Even though she knew the alcohol was having a big affect on what she was seeing, she didn't mind, unlike when she was at home where she had to tip toe around the place so no one knew she was off her face.

She jumped at the loud crash, swinging her head around she watched the hysterical and mad donkey run out of the fun house, it's eyes wide. She thought she saw something more than intelligent mirrored in its eyes but a moment later it turned it's head away. She giggled as it ran into the crowd.

"Hey do you think there's any more out there that we can let loose?"

This idea had come to her so suddenly. It would be havoc to let the donkeys out and her eyes lit up with possibilities.
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He would stop and stand there, his emerald eyes looking rather confused, there was something odd, everyone looked weird except from him, why was that? His head shifts and turns to you, you have the funny ears and the funny tail, the weird black feet as well, you look like everyone else and he does not. Was there something wrong with him, had he not drank enough or really deep down inside of himself the answer would be found. He is not like these other children, he can see what is happening to them now and it won’t get him. He has not been like them, he has been good all his life, having around with as you are the on e that made the ass out of herself and other people.

“Something is not right here……..”

He would pull his hand away from you and stagger back a bit, his eyes widen as he would drop his bottle, it smashes on the ground as he looks on forward at the crowd. Everyone is blinded by what is happening to them, all off them wont no till they have become what they are inside. His eyes would go wide as he feels a twitch, his hands shot up to his head as he would grab the soft light brown furry ears. He pulls them down to the side lightly and looks at them, his eyes widen in horror.

“My god……….”

He knows it all now; he can see what happens here, why this theme park is only open a few times a year and why so many children are brought here. They must be making an utter fortune selling them on. The sound of brays breaking out from the rides and the crowd conform what is happening, the whole day they have been here everyone has been making an ass out of themselves, doing what they want when they want. Now its payment time for them, time for them to repay the men that have brought them here.

He would turn his eyes looking on, kids are smashing up windows, breaking stalls and even fighting with one another, the more they do these kinds of things the more they change. Ears stretch and grow, trousers rip as tails pop out, screams turn into brays. He would look at you, he knows that you are doomed; all your years of pranks and being an ass to people have doomed you to a new life.

“We got………to get the heck out of here, there is not much time.”

Obviously the girl does not no what he is talking about or what is happening to her or everyone else, the magic that is now inside her from all the drinking has made her blind to what is happening. He grabs your hand, yanking you forward, both of us run, you mainly being dragged behind him as another change would flow threw out you.

Your black hair on your head would change lightly, growing a tad bit shorter and at the same time growing down to your back, a mane is obviously forming on you. The black mane flows, spill down the base of your head and onto your soft gentle neck, followed by soft short brown fur that follows it down covering your neck lightly. When it reaches down your neck and down your back it would strip part, and leave a cross like pattern on the back, as for when you take your top off people will right away no the creature she was becoming.

“Keep moving, the longer you stay here, the faster you will become….a…….donkey…”
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She looked at you as you spoke, she was feeling a little light headed but your sudden change in tone turned her head. She frowned at you, you'd think being in such a fun place that you'd be having the time of your life. She lifted the alcohol up to her eyes, trying to read what was in it, thinking that you might be hallucinating, but they were too blurred to make anything out.

She watched you pull down your ears and her hand tentatively went up to her own. Her once golden hair was turning black as a curl rolled over her eye. Her hands brushed against her ear to find it and she let out a yelp. She moved her hands over them... it was impossible... unbelievably impossible. She tried to pull them off but the wouldn't budge and it just end up hurting her. She let go, looking confused and a little scared.

"That... was... weird..."

There was an itchy feeling around her neck and over part of her scalp. She thought it was the wind or the strange ears now stuck onto her head. She gasped as you took her hand and was struggling to keep up with you. It was all trying to make sense in her head but the only thing that remained constant was the though: who was behind this? and Why was it happening?

"Listen to me! These things don't just happen!" She panted running behind you, "We just can't walk in here and turn to donkey's. The person doing this has to be near us, they have to have some contact."

Even as she said those words the answer came to her. Her eyes went down to the alcohol. They had no choice now but to get off the island. They were both skilled and commandeering a ship would be easy for them. She threw the bottle in the bin they passed and she heard it smash. She heard the word donkey and almost tripped over.

"Donk-- donkey???"
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He would let go off your hand and spin around and face you, his green eyes lock onto your own, it would seem he is getting threw to you lightly, making you believe what is happening. He has taken you away from the crowd, so hopefully that will effect the change, slow it down at least, it is good to see that you got rid of the alcohol as that was having an effect on you as well, helping the change as it was literally pouring magic right into you.

“Yes……..please believe me, this is real……”

He knows he has to fully show you what is happening to them, he would bend down lightly, his hand grabs onto one of the many empty bottles that are lying around the ground, grabbing a hold of it he would stand right up, his whole body turns around as he throws the bottle with all his might as it smashes a near by window of a hunted house. The glass shatters and goes everywhere as right away the sound of ripping can be heard emitting from him. His head turns around as from behind him a tail would rip out of his trousers, it is long and ropy, light brown and has a black tassel with red streaks threw it, it sways threw the air back and forth as he would grab it and pull it to his side to show you.

“Look at that, that is no accessory, that is real, you have one, everyone has one here, soon everyone here will be like those donkeys we seen coming into this place, we are truly screwed !”

He would look on at you, taking a few steps back he can see that there is no stopping what is happening to himself or anyone else, this island is locked up, all doors closed, even if they did get out they would be freaks, with the ears an tails of donkeys, and it could get worse as the change for you wont stop. Like everyone else on the island all your life you had been acting like a jackass and now its payback time.

His green eyes trail down to your hands, the middle fingernail of each hand rapidly growing larger and hoof-like as the other digits dwindle away. Your hands twisting and turning, a thick black mould running over them in seconds. You wont have hands much longer it would be best if you used them for the last time right now, as in right now it feels you are walking on marshmallows, your feet early where black and looked deformed, now they are done, your feet have fully changed and now what remains there is nothing more than a small pair of dark black hooves. His ears would suddenly twitch as his head turns around as he hears something.

“Heeeeeew-Haaaaaaaaaw”

He blinks as the sound of braying picks up, the sound of smashing can be heard and hooves hitting the ground, seems some people have fully changed and are venting out there outrage in the manner that best fits them now. He would stare on at you and then look down at himself, his hands go to his face as he holds it, thinking of what to do.

“That will be us soon, what the heck are we going to do, I don’t deserve this!”
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You weren't lying, she could usually tell, your eyes betrayed you in everything you do, but then why couldn't she think properly. Her eyes darted around them, on the look out for any one or anything that might attack them, like the threat was attacking them in a physical form, one that she could fight, that she wanted to fight against. Not for pride or revenge but because she was truly scared. She nodded and barely moved as you threw the bottle against the Haunted House.

She looked back at you and screamed and leapt backwards, her eyes wide on the tail hanging down past your knees. Her hand covered her mouth, her fingers trembling as your words penetrated her.

"No... stop it." She looked at you pleadingly. "This stuff... it just doesn't happen."

She was shaking her head, not believing what she was hearing until her eyes zoomed in on her hands. Her fingers were changing, they weren't fingers anymore. They tingled and shuddered then became blackened and deformed. It was a terrifying sight, her breath trying to calm the raging confusion and terror that encompassed her mind. She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate as you spoke. For some reason your fear seemed to make her mind clear, back to its normal calculating state. She knew she had to get out, but the question was how. There was no way they could get out alone... but they weren't alone.

"The others..." She muttered, her voice getting stronger as she opened her eyes and looked at you with a new sense of determination that would normally be seen with one of her tricks. "They... they can charge through the front gate, or one of the side fences. If we get all of them we can get them to charge at the same time and break open a path for everyone to get out."

That was her only solution, she couldn't think of anything even close to what was going on.
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His green light eyes would go wide lightly as he would watch you jump back and let out a loud scream in fear for what he done to prove to you what was happening, to break this fake illusion that had clouded your mind and show you what we are all becoming. Jumping away from him his eyes would come across as a bored expression, he would sigh and extend his hands out to the side of himself as his tail sways back an forth behind him, he had to do this to open your clouded eyes.

His once bored green eyes widen as he would watch as you see what is happening to yourself with your now not clouded eyes. He watches with great kind interest as your hands are robbed off you forever, replaced with nothing more than black shiny hooves and the same for your feet as well, robbed off you and no longer of any use at all to you. Such a sight to see, that a once beautiful girl is being robbed of her beauty and elegance.

“Look around you, how are you going to get them to listen, just look”

He points his finger around him, all around us both is utter chaos, donkeys run a mock with clothes still attached to them, people half way threw there changes, sound of wood breaking and glass smashing can be heard, everyone is going mad in this park, there is no more order any more, only chaos and you can not control it not in this situation.
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Her eyes grew itchy and she couldn't see properly. Her profiterole vision widened and the colour was a mess, like it was all watered down but she was still able to see most of the details on your bored expression with her ideas that were hardly as thought through as her old ones. Like her mind was diminishing along with her body. She shook her head, trying to wake herself up with little success. She wiped her eyes, her hand hard and soft. She didn't think much of it, assuming it was her nails.

She shivered as she looked on at the chaos. They were wild yes, but she was counting on that to get them out, now it might just get them killed.

"We can't just stand here and do nothing," she said quietly.