"Hey you, just what are you doing out here being around my herd of mares?" Yelled the terse sounding voice, as Ben looked up, as around where he stood, seeing there coming toward him was a lovely young woman. This woman was quite pretty to the ideals of Ben the human. As she came walking toward him he eyed her perky breasts, her slim waistline, and those long legs what made him wish he could mate with her rather than with some ignorant mare.
"Good evening, I was admiring your ponies...," Ben said, and having said what he said his words seemed as suggesting of what thoughts he had for want of mating with a pretty mare..
The young woman looked rather angry, her face appeared as one of a terse thinking person as ready to fight for what she owned.
"I think you are up to no-good, you, you..., what do you have there in your shirt?" The woman asked, as her tone of voice changed from something angry, to her being surprised at seeing a flared bulbous shaped cock-head, as it stood protruded out the neck of the shirt worn then by her intruder.
Ben felt ever so foolish, as he stood there dumbfounded. was embarrassed!
"To tell the perfect truth, your mares smell to me like they are feeling wanting, willing of some stud to mate with them, as quell there feelings, need for being bred." Ben said, as by then the young woman had so approached him, she reached out her hand and took to fingering the flared end to one aroused equine cock, the cock on Ben.
Swooning, Ben said, "Oh please, I would appreciate it if you were to cease your touching of my cock!"
"Your cock, this is your maleness poking up as out of your shirt..., yes I think so, as I can feel slick pre oozing up as out from the cock as my fingers feel now slick." She said, as acting stunned by her feelings.
"What you are feeling is what remains of me having become a male donkey during my visit to the Pleasure Island amusement park. I won a reprieve from being an animal, but my loins remain that of what they were when all of me stood being a stud donkey. And, yes I mated with, bred mares and jennet donkeys during my time being a donkey animal. As such, the scents coming from these mares was re-arousing in me the urge to fornicate, breeding then with a pony mare.
Know too, that if I had stood and mated with a pony mare, my being a donkey of form would surely engulf me, and you would gain a stud donkey well-able to breed you a herd of Mules." Ben so said, as he unbuttoning his shirt, did slip low his jeans to show forth his sheath and what so boldly protruded from it for her to see.
"Wow," she said as dropped to kneeling before Ben, as raised her hands to begin cradling his larger the humanly male of two testicles. "I had heard stories about that sexually wild Park, but to see the actual product of what they can do there..., do tell, when you were a donkey, did you like being an animal?" She said in asking of Ben to tell about his beastly adventures.