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Donkey Dust
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Courtney was sick of Tara. Every time she tried to go to work or study, Tara would lure her away to some kind of debauchery. Courtney wanted a new life, but she also knew that she couldn’t resist her own wild side. It wasn’t all Tara’s fault, and Courtney had no problem having fun. She just made sure to cast all blame on Tara’s influence.
So Courtney devised a plan. She had heard that an old woman who lived on the edge of town was a diviner of some sort, and that everyone who visited her was satisfied with her work. She drove out to see her one Saturday morning. She arrived at the house, an oddly decorated cottage, knocked on the door. The door opened, and Courtney walked into what could only be called a witch’s den. Sitting in a chair, mixing various herbs together, sat an elderly lady.
“What can I help you with, deary” she asked.
“I need to get away from a friend of mine – she’s driving me crazy!” complained Courtney to the old lady.
“She is a problem?”
“Problem? She’s the biggest pain in the ass in the world!”
“I see,” muttered the crone as she rummaged through her jars and potion bottles.
“Give her this in food or a drink of some sort and bring her to me,” she said handing Courtney a satchel containing an odd smelling green powder.
“What is it?”
“Retribution.”
Courtney thanked the crone, drove back to town, picked up rolling papers, rolled a joint and dumped the powder in. “She’ll never notice if its already rolled in something,” she thought as she called Tara and picked her up from her apartment.
“Where we goin?” asked Tara.
“Out to get more weed. This is the last of this … uh … really great stuff I picked up! Try it!”
Tara lit up the joint and went to pass it to Courtney.
“Oh .. no, I’m good. I smoked one on the way over to you – that ones yours” she said with a deceptive smile.
Tara sat in the seat happily smoking away, while Courtney drove out of town wondering what exactly the powder would do. Maybe cause a bad panic attack or make her nauseous in some way?
They reached the crone’s house, and Courtney parked under a shady tree.
“Wow! This place is a trip!” said a stoned Tara as they walked up to the house. Courtney knocked, and once again the door swung open.
“Nice!” slurred Tara. “This place is all magical and stuff. Thank god we are getting more of this weed – I freaking love it!”
The crone came in from a back room.
“Wow!” said Tara. “We’re buying weed from this old hag?!”
“This must be your …uh … friend,” replied the old lady. “Did you give her the powder?”
“Yes,” said Courtney. “I rolled it in a joint.”
“What powder?” asked a confused Tara.
“Oh, nothing,” said the lady. “Just a little magic laced in your joint. Now don’t be going and getting all worried about it … “
“What is it going to do to her?” asked a suddenly regretful Courtney.
The lady just gave her a devilish smile in return.
Courtney began to feel a little apprehensive about the whole deal. After all, she didn’t really know this woman or what she gave to her friend. “Never mind,” she finally said. “Sorry to have bothered you. C’mon Tara, we’re leaving.”
“Wont do no good,” said the crone.
“What’s going on?” said Tara. “I … I thought we were just here to buy weed.”
The woman just looked at Tara, rubbing her hands greedily, knowingly tormenting the poor girl with her silence.
“This is creepy! I’m getting outta here! You can stay if you want Courtney, but this is weird.” Tara walked toward the door when she suddenly became lightheaded, and lost her footing a little. Her back began to spasm a little near her derriere.
“Oh, you have no idea how weird it’s about to get!” said the lady.
Courtney started to approach her friend, when she saw a little nub pushing against Tara’s skirt. “What the?”
A jolt shot down Tara’s back. “Oh!” she yelped as the nub pulled out, causing her rear to convulse.
“Tara!” yelled Courtney as she watched the nub rip through Tara’s skirt into a fully formed brown donkey tail, which she inadvertently whipped, causing some papers and candles to fall off a shelf.
“What the FUCK!?!?!” shrieked Tara at the sight of her tail. “What is happening to meeeE Haw!” She quickly covered her mouth.
“Oh No!” cried Courtney. “You didn’t say anything about this!”
“You didn’t ask,” replied the crone.
“What the fuck is going oough – on!?” cried Tara.
“Foolish girl! Your friend has deceived you. She brought you here to me to get rid of you, and soon you will be mine.”
Tara’s ears abruptly spouted straight up into two long brown donkey ears.
“What the fuck did you give her?!” screamed Courtney.
“I gave her nothing! I gave you some donkey dust. You gave it to her!”
“Donkey dust?!” yelled Courtney, as Tara pulled her donkey ears before her face and nearly fainted at the sight.
“Yes! Your friend here will soon be an ass! Look at her!”
“You’re turning me into a fucking ass?!?” cried Tara, releasing her silly ears into the air.
“I didn’t mean for you to do THIS!” pleaded Courtney.
“I … I need to get the fuck out of heeereeeEEEEE HAW!” Tara started for the door again, but when she reached for the knob her hands trembled something awful!
Tara fumbled at the doorknob. “What the fuck?!?! My hands won’t work!”
“Oh, my dear that is because they aren’t going to be hands for very much longer. What an odd looking ass you would be if you had human hands?”
Tara turned pale as a ghost, and desperately continued trying to open the door.
Seeing Tara struggle, Courtney made for the door.
“Another step and you’re next!” shouted the crone. She pulled a vial off her table and aimed it at Courtney, who stopped short in her tracks at the sight of it.
Tara turned back to Courtney. “Please!! Help MeeEEeee - Haw!” she brayed.
“She will do nothing of the sort if she knows what is good for her!” the crone yelled. “I could always two donkeys instead of one.”
“Oh no, please! Don’t turn me into a donkey too!” pleaded Courtney.
“Then stay out of the way!” demanded the witch.
Tara started to cry. “Please! PleaseE HAugh! Courtneeee HAWNK!” Suddenly an intense flush overwhelmed her face. She literally lost control of her mouth, which started to pull away from her face. Her cheeks puffed up and started to rattle as if she had two jawbreakers in her mouth.
“Hee Haw! Hee Haw! My face!” she managed out with a pathetic bray. She tried to feel it, but her hands had stopped convulsing and literally fastened into two tight fists. Trying to open her hands, she could only paw at her new donkey muzzle!
The old crone started to laugh. “Yes, my little ass! Yes! Keep it up! You’re almost there!”
Courtney couldn’t take the distress any longer and fainted right there on the spot.
Tara pulled her fisted hands away from her face, and nearly fainted herself but for the adrenaline flooding through her body. Her nails were growing over her knuckles, encasing her hands under a solid mass. The mass then slowly dulled from a light brown, to a dark brown, to gray, and finally into a deep black. Tara ran to the crone, but stumbled after only a few steps. Under her shoes, she could feel her feet elongating. Reflexively, she tried to pull her sneakers off, but only fumbled with them. She finally managed to kick them off and saw that they too looked like her hands now.
“You’re done for, my dear …” smiled the witch.
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Courtney woke a short time later to the crone dabbing her head with a hot towel.
“Huh? What the?”
“You passed out at the sight of your friend turning into a donkey. You’ll be fine though. Just remember not to tell anyone, or you will join her.”
Courtney got up, walked to the door, and left. Outside, she saw a donkey in a wooden cage on a wagon. The donkey kicked and brayed uproariously at the sight of Courtney.
“T … Tara?” Courtney asked.
“Not anymore …” said the crone who was standing at the door. “But you can say goodbye if you’d like.”
Courtney approached the wagon. “Oh Tara, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. I’d really like to help you, but the lady said that if I tell anyone I’ll turn into a donkey too. You … you understand, right?”
The sad donkey just brayed and kicked around in the cage.
Courtney got in her car and drove away.
