Ben saw his chance to run as escape the woman and her henchmen from doing to him what might well prove to being a permanent state of horror. "Go for it Kenny," Ben said as he began back-stepping away from the woman and her prize buck doing some oral pleasuring.
Using caution and some stealthy actions, Ben got out of the barn and began jogging away from what if he were to stay and watch might captivate him a second time. His having been a donkey walking on four legs worked to helping him run on two legs, two feet, to putting some distance of him from the barn lifestyle. Although Ben was not wholly human, he had from his being a stud male donkey kept the equine donkey genitals, scrotum, sheath, and penis as such of a mature donkey hung neatly between his legs.
Ben ran, and with running swiftly, he took to perspiring, sweating, frothing his skin and the remaining donkey fur to lather.
His partially donkey self had still that animal donkey smell of a hot animal, body warmed from exertion. Ben knew the animal odor and wished as such, to find a stream where he could wallow in, as wash off his sweating body. Running, leaping fences, it would later seem as a natural outcome that Ben would meet up with some farm animals.
The tart scent of cows grazing in a passing pasture worked to tickle at his then flared nostrils. "Milking cows," Ben thought to himself, he having smelled of such when he was a donkey animal and disliked their feminine scent.
Ben ran onward, and by dusk of his first day being free from living wholly beastly, what should he meet but some equines, horses, ponies, and all mares grazing together in a green grassy pasture. The scents were harsh and difficult for Ben to ignore, he having sniffed many a mare vulva, and licked the weeping juices, felt his lion begin to stir that normal, natural feeling for want of enjoying his maleness.
Thoughts of sexual delight mixed with the growling sounds coming up out his empty stomach. Ben wanted to give some fun attention to the pony mares, they then more his size, as equal to his humanistic stance.
"No, no I must cease the sniffing the want for acting like some ruddy stud male. I must ignore the mares!" Ben said, but his loins said otherwise, his cock rising out from the sheath, it protruding, pointed upward, taking to traveling under his shirt to where the flared bulbous head stuck up as out the neck opening to his shirt. The scent of his own state of arousal was betraying those donkey stud ideas of male pleasures.
"No, no I must stop...," Ben said, as before his cock let spurt out a spitting of male cock pre, the pre smacking Ben across his lips, and entering up, as inside his nostrils.
"Oh please no," Ben said aloud to hearing his own wish he cease what he felt like doing, knowing that the donkey in him might again surface if he stood standing behind, hump-thrusting his cock inside a mare vagina.