(Nikke TF, F to Donkey)

+Happy Donkey Day!+

Privaty scowled at the popup on her screen. Was this some kind of joke? She was with the Central Government, it wouldn’t take that much effort to track down the perpetrator and…

She took a deep breath in. No. She was better than that. She’d just let this slide off her, and ignore the thought that someone had potentially indirectly called her a donkey.

“HRRAWWW!”

The sound was loud enough to jolt her from her seat. She knew the beast of origin, but didn’t know why a donkey would be in her office, so far from the farm.

She peered over her monitor but didn’t see anything. Subtly, she looked from left to right, trying to make it seem as casual as possible. She was alone in the office, but that didn’t change the fact that one of her coworkers might have left a camera on.

Despite her suspicions, there wasn’t anything around. It was odd, maybe a prank? Her belly rumbled, and she realized that she’d skipped her lunch like usual.

“Great, at this rate, someone might think I’m a workaHAWWWlic.” She rolled her eyes, this time not noticing the cry. She didn’t notice the slight tugging on her ears, either. Both of them started to stretch, growing to pointed tips that twitched in time with her every thought.

What Privaty did notice was a faint gust against her plump backside. She absentmindedly tugged her skirt back down, ignorant of the tail that lifted it slightly again.

“Donkey day… DonkHEEE day…” She muttered to herself, slipping into the office kitchenette and pulling her salad from the fridge. She moved straight past the silverware drawer, instead lifting her Tupperware to her mouth and eating directly from the bowl with slow, deliberate chomps.

Her mind was awash with thoughts of what it could mean, or what a donkey even really was like. She’d seen footage of them, but never really had been near one in person. Were they clean animals? Smelly?

Privaty’s nostrils crinkled as she caught a whiff of something distinctly feral. It smelled like the muskiness of some kind of farm animal, which was un…pleasant? No, not unpleasant. Just pleasant. She took in a deeper breath, enjoying how it lingered in her sinuses.

Her nose widened on her face, mouth cracking slightly as it stretched out into a muzzle. “Hmmmgghawww…” She mumbled, taking another chomp of her salad. This was a little too vigorous, an entire leaf getting caught between her front teeth.

She’d always been more perceptive when annoyed, and this was no exception. Privaty dipped into the restroom, curling her upper lip to get a good look at her… Buck teeth!? Her eyes widened as she realized how hideous her face was now. It looked like some kind of donkey’s!

“HEEEAWWW!” She cried, stumbling back, hands pawing at her stretched jaw, feeling her swollen teeth. “HRRRAWWW!”

The more she brayed, the more she grew. Her belly bloated. Her arms and legs stretched at odd angles from her body. Her hips and shoulders cracked so loudly that her ears twitched, and she fell with enough force to crack the tile below her.

The sound was too loud, scaring her. She kicked back with her hind legs. Mid-motion, her feet cramped. Her toes and arches squished into a pair of thick and heavy hooves, which slammed into a stall with enough force to break it from the wall.

Privaty didn’t care. Her clothes were tight, too tight! She brayed more, eyes glazing, body bulging just enough more to stretch every seam on her clothes tight… But not tightly enough to free herself. Her pudgy body strained against her old outfit, it was digging into her too much!

Instinct took over and she fell onto her side. “HEEE-Uhff!” The wind was driven from her lungs in the same motion that exploded her clothes from her body. She gasped for breath, panting raggedly, realizing after a few moments that she’d dropped her lunch.

“HappHEEE duuhhHHAAWWWnkEEEE!” She babbled like an idiot, rolling onto her belly and crawling towards the delicious-looking treat before her. Her fingers started to scuff the bathroom floor as they coalesced into thick, clumsy hooves.

She was so close to her food, she could almost taste it. She stretched her neck, and to her amazement it worked. Her spine pushed her head away from her shoulders. Her throat thickened, asinine mucus slicking down it with each breath she took, eroding the delicate tones of her voice completely.

Her thick lips met the lettuce, and a dopey sense of pleasure flooded her brain. She didn’t even know her own name, she only knew that she was a happy donkey, and this was her day.