(People to Donkeys)
Description:
A small town in the Midwest, with a largest building size of five stories. The streetlights are old but well-maintained, and the buildings are in pristine condition. At time of data logging, the road is cordoned off, with intermittent security patrolling the perimeter. The town is populated solely by donkeys.
Leading theory is that Anomaly Creator is one of said animals, located in center of town. Attempts to collect have been unsuccessful. Location can be photographed by satellite, but area above town remains hazardous to a range of several thousand feet (variable).
Risk:
High
Effects:
Entering the town will result in immediate itching sensation. Subtle enough for most to miss, this is the beginning of a shaggy coat of fur. The itching will be predominantly centered around the back of the spine, up towards the nape of the neck, due to growth of a mane.
Once a subject begins to transform, they will be filled with an insatiable urge to progress deeper into the town until they are fully changed. Attempts to redirect or lasso subjects will result in rescue personnel similarly transforming.
Of note is the uniformity of the changes. Change will begin with fur, proceed with weight gain, and terminate in facial reconfiguration. Other changes such as hooves and tail are distributed intermittently. Vocal change is near-immediate, terminating in complete asinine brays.
Mental change is unconfirmed. Subjects display high levels of donkey instinct, but Animal Speech (See Case Logs) results in comprehendible discussion, for a matter of time. As the spell wears off, subject will begin to demonstrate deteriorating intellect. Recasting of the spell will restore said intellect for a time. All subjects display complete recollection of time as a donkey.
Once change is complete, donkeys may safely be led from Breighton, assuming they can be lured from beyond the town’s boundary. Attempts to use robotics to withdraw donkeys is not advised. All attempts at manned drones have resulted in operator transformation. Attempt at programmed machinery resulted in programmer transformation.
Case A: Hanna Ellis, Assorted Faculty and Classmates. Accidental self-exposure, intentional change, accidental mass change.
Recording begins with Stacy Dennings harassing Hanna Ellis. Based on social media data collection, S.Dennings was planning on collecting the recording later to post online. She did not seem aware that H.Ellis was an unlicensed witch.
H.Ellis begins to cast a spell. Forum usage suggests an anonymous magic-user produced said spell as a solution to bullying. Original post was magically scoured. Spell Research has thus far been unable to determine a likely origin, though they are singularly unhelpful. (Appended note from Spell Research: If our typists happened to spend as much time researching as they did watching Notflix, then maybe we’d be without a backlog!!!)
S.Dennings doubles over. Appears to be coughing, potentially braying. H.Elllis seems amused, then concerned as S.Dennings grows fur and gains weight. Confusion turns to itching at herself, and H.Ellis finds herself pressed against her bully.
S.Dennings presses a new hoof against H. Ellis’s belly. Brays into her face. Some gum she had been chewing lands in H.Ellis’s now-furred décolletage.
Sound is loud enough to attract attention. A door opens by Andrew Elmer, local professor. At the time, his class was recorded to transmit to off-campus students.
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“Hello?” Professor Elmer blinks at a sight beyond the doorway. He reaches a finger towards his collar, itching at himself absently, revealing a slight gray patch of fur. “Whawwwt’s all this?”
“Professhawr?” A student asks, off-camera.
“Don’t worrheee. It’s just a couple of donkhawws. Wait.” Professor Elmer appears confused, then discomforted as his belly stretches past his waistband. His fingers fumble for his belt, which pops free to the amusement of several students in the audience. Mingled brays and laughs echo his motion.
They soon turn to gasps and a scream as his lower body is revealed to be fully transformed into a donkey’s.
“Screw this, I’m HEEEAUWWW!” Another student calls, revealed to be Thomas Andrews as he attempts to run from the classroom. As he enters the camera’s field of view, he stumbles and falls onto his face. A tail slips past his waistband.
“In… HAWWWlway… DonkHEEEs…” Professor Elmer falls against the blackboard, neck stretching from past the collar of his jacket. His back broadens and tears it down the middle, and he paws at the air weakly.
“ProfesSHEEEE! HEEAUWWW! GGGHAWW!” A female voice turns to a donkey’s, and a loud crack is heard before footage is lost. Based on this evidence, it is likely this was the last known communication from Shirley Adams, the professor’s video assistant.
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Footage from hallway aligns with class recording. T.Andrews, now a donkey, wanders into the hallway. The last of his letterman jacket fall from his shoulders as he rears onto H.Ellis. Ironically, S.Dennings appears to have been his former girlfriend. At this point, she is fully a donkey, and wanders off-camera.
H.Ellis still has a human face. Based on facial expressions, she appears to be trying to fight the change. Ensuing mating results in clear loss of focus, then immediate loss of intellect. Her eyes cross and her tongue hangs from her mouth, and it is at that point that her face turns into a donkey’s. (Appended note from Spell Research: HA, looks like we know what [name redacted] is into!)
Case B: Claire Grant. Interview. Supervisor: Gayle Volt, Level III.
UHHAWWW HEEEhuh? Whuuh… Whalm… Whuh? Words… Tongue… What’s going? Oh God, I’ve had so many foals, how did, can you turn me back?
No? Oh… Uhm. Well… Um. Not that I’m not grateful or anything but why did you, you know, save me?
The town? Oh. I was just driving, you know? Have you ever gotten that vibe to just hit the road and keep going?
Sure I saw the sigHEEns, but you don’t get HAWWWt. I uh I uh. Uh. Heeaww. Uhghhu-
Oh, was that magic? The thing you just did with your hands. I mean, I guess it has to be because I’m talking again, haha. Uh… Wow. This feels kinda freaky. I mean-
Right, sorry. Uh, so… If you’re not going to change me back, then…
I see. So, the town was all… There, right? Empty, kinda barren. It was totally creepy so I had to FaceTime Hank, he’s my boyfriend, or he was, anyways. I call him up and show him all these empty buildings, you know? It’s totally his thing.
Uh… That’s when…. Hehe… I met my first jack. HehEEE. HEEE was so big and strong and sexy and-
Whoops. Thanks. You… Don’t have a limit on those, right? No? Okay, so. Um. Yeah, anyways, Hank started to tell me to run from the town and I swear I heard him start to bray like a total jackass, then I kind of crushed my phone with my foot.
Why? I don’t know. I mean, at the time it was a strange loud box with a human in it, and that made me want to just kind of kick it. So, I really get into it with this stud-
Sorry, off-track? Yeah? A donkey at the center of town? I mean… What makes it different?
A natural blonde? Okay, I guess that’s kind of different. But like, donkey eyes aren’t that good at seeing color, so-
What do you mean, we’re done heEEEre? Don’t you wanHAAWW change MEEEE buh buh HEEAUWWW hhhuuhuhuHEEEAUWWW HEE!!!
Case C: Rescue Squad Chimera-13. Accidental self-exposure.
I can’t stop itching at the feeling behind my ear. This thing’s supposed to be logging my thoughts but I don’t know how that works. I mean, not that they expect a wild witch to understand engineering, but they at least could have confirmed this thing doesn’t cause cancer. I’d like to know that because I can at least cure that.
“Tammy?”
My thoughts are interrupted by Donovan. Or “Nov” as he likes us to call him. Seriously, “Nov?” Not “Don” or “Van?” Anyways, I’m wandering again so I pretend I heard what he said and nod. “Yeah, ready to go.”
I fall from the helo and hear a cry of horror from the newbie. Heh. Idiot. Must never have worked with a witch before. I use a small gust of magic to carry myself into town and wait for the rest of the squad. I don’t need to wait long.
“I don’t need you showing off.” Nov itches at the back of his neck as he talks. “What if this area’s residuals would have affected you? You’re the only prescribed fr-em. Talent. We have.”
I know he was about to call me a freak. I pretend not to care by looking at the newbie. She’s cute. Actually would be my type if I was into Norms. Okay, I know there’s not a committee for magic folk or something, but we really need to think of a better slur for nonmagical people because Norm sounds like a Normal-Type Pokemon Gym Leader and oh damn is that why he’s named Norman-
“Heehaw.”
That comes from Talon, the edgy bitch that’s supposed to be a former sniper or something. Whatever. She’s got the tranq darts needed to catch one of these dumb donks, so I take the time to cure her with a little. Wait.
The magic here isn’t right. Nov notices my concern, and I curse under my breath.
“You okay?” He looks half-worried. Maybe he’s not half-bad. Or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s feeling vulnerable from his new gut.
“Yes, it’s fine,” I lie. I’m not okay. The words taste funny in my mouth. The air here is funny. I cast another filtration spell, but it doesn’t do anything. I cast a purification spell and nothing.
“Uheee. Uhm… Can you heghlp?” The rookie, I really should have learned her name, is sporting some pudge of her own now too. Her tongue is swelling in her mouth, and she has trouble keeping it in between sentences.
I focus on the spell. It’s not the air here. It’s something else. It’s… Oh shit. It’s reality itself? How the hells am I supposed to counterspell reality? Oh double shit, Talon’s looking at me.
“You dumb frHEEEk! You HAWWW. You HAWW!? HUHHRRRAWW!” She doubles over, clutching at her throat as it thickens. The shark-tooth necklace she probably picked up at an amusement park snaps. She probably alone or something, not like she has a family. Does she have a family? Oh now I feel bad for not being able to stop-
“Is everything all right?” A voice comms into my ear. “Do you need evac?”
“Don’t.” I say it quickly, with enough force that the Rookie finds me more interesting than her tongue. I try to smile at her and not focus on how big her teeth are getting. “Radio silence, you know the brief. I’m the only one who can help them now, you’ll just end up changing too.”
I really hope that itch isn’t what I think it is. It probably isn’t. It’s fine. Magic. Counterspells. But what?
“Tammuuh?” The rookie’s the only one not braying like an idiot right now. It makes it worse, because she’s clearly trying not to freak out about her body being mostly donkey. Her face is super cute on that frame though… It’s…
How long have I been itching for? I don’t want to look but oh. Oh. Fur. That’s definitely fur. I need-
Did she just lick me? When did she get so close? “Uh… Nice donkey…” Why isn’t her stupid face changing yet I can ignore a donkey but not a pretty girl like that she’s making me feel-
Oh again. That’s definitely a penis. On my body. In my body? On my body? Part of me. Don’t panic. Don’t freak out.
“It’s fine,” I lie. Did I say that already? Why won’t she back away? She smells nice. Her fur feels nice on my cheeks. No stop nuzzling her damn it!
I push the rookie away and try to stand. I fall on my face because of my stupid changed stupid donkey legs. I’ve been a deer before, I can walk as a deer. But no, it had to be a donkey. Just my luck.
Lucky. Licky. Lucked again. Licked again I mean. She’s really pretty and I can probably stand if I press against her more. Yeah. That’s why I’m doing it. Not so I can feel her nice meaty thigh against my new-
“Damn it all!” At least there’s no cameras here, it’d really suck if someone saw the great Tammy Skyleaf turn into a stupid jack. Not that that’s going to happen to me, right? There’s totally a way out of here, right?
“HahahahaHEEEAWLP.” Oh, laughing like that is definitely not sane. Good move. You spooked the new happy couple. Not that either of them seem to care too much what I’m thinking. Not like I care about them, they’re not as pretty as this jenny is.
Why does she still have her dumb face anyways I can tell her brain’s about ready to ooze from her long ears-
“Tammmuh?” Doe eyes.
Did my heart just skip a beat? She’s really pretty. Jenny. I wonder how it would feel to. No. Not going to.
“Mmlluh. Tammuh.”
Lucked me. Licked me. Mate. Need to mate her. She’s so sexy oh Goddess give me strength I need this. I’ve never been this hot before please just get on top and YES OH “GHAAAWDEEEAAAUWWW!”
Throat hurts. Was that me? Was that my voice? When did I get so big? Strong? Stud. Sexy stud. Mashing jenny beneath weight. Hehe. Pretty face. Prettier as it stretches.
No wait I can’t just breed her into a donkey I need tight she’s so tight she did purpose on njenny mate lucky licky ficky jenny “HRRRAWWW! HEWWAUW!”
I can feel my face changing oh no I can feel it why are my teeth getting so big ugly don’t wanna be big man strong yes mate jenny mate jenny mate spell counterspell I can cast a matejenny matehumphumphump “HUHUHUHEEEAUWW!”