Wilma and Rick were happy making out slumped down in the donkey cart seat.
"Have a swig, yea each of you, its good stuff, makes you feel really horny!" The cart driver said as he reached back to the happy couple, a brown paper bag wrapped around a whisky shaped bottle.
Rick took hold of the bottle and gave it a sniff, before he handed it to Wilma. "Gee, I would love to see you when you are really feeling horny!"
No sooner that Rick made his comment about Wilma becoming horny, that Travis the donkey began raving with excited brays. The donkey abruptly halted, and began to kick up his hind feet, slamming the cart hard.
The cart drive leaped off the cart high seat, and as he stood there whipping at the donkey about its big furry rump, he using the long reins as his whip.
Travis turned his head to cast a look back at the cart driver.
A sudden well-aimed hind leg kick, and the hind hoof caught the cart driver's crotch. The man crumpled down to his knees, he holding both of his hands to his well-pained crotch.
Travis brayed a scream and dashed on along the cobblestone street, the reins dangling off the back of the donkey.
Rick tried to reach for the reins but the cobblestones ,made for a very bumpy ride.
"Whoa donkey, whoa...," Rick yelled, as Wilma sank to the floor of the cart, she hanging onto the left leg on Rick. Then donkey turned a corner and then dodged some people walking, as turned a quick right-hand turn to enter a dark alley. Once that Travis and the donkey cart stood in the alley shadows, the donkey halted.
"What a wild ride," Rick said, as he slid the two arms of Wilma off from his leg. He climbed off from the cart and walked up front to facing the donkey. "What in the world is the matter with you, and why did you stop here in this dark alley?" A nervous as scared Rick did ask of the donkey.
"Hey nut-case, do you expect the donkey to tell you the why's and what, he is a dumb animal!" Wilma said, as Rick looked at the ground,, he feeling foolish.
"Hee-Haw," the donkey brayed, as it saw the brown bagged bottle still held in the hand of Rick. The donkey saw his chance and using his muzzle, he made a jab-lunge what knocked the bottle from the grip of Rick, the bottle falling on the damp ground. The bottle was within reach, as Travis the donkey stepped forward a half-stride, and stomped on the bottle, he using his left front leg and hoof. The bottle shattered, as then Travis brayed softly, before he took another step and softly weaseled his face against the chest of Rick.
"He likes me," Rick said to Wilma.
"Maybe he had some of the booze and feels horny," Wilma said as she climbed down from within the pull-cart.
Wilma took out her cell phone and switched on the flashlight, looking first at Rick, she then turned the blue light to see better their runaway donkey. "Oh wow, was I right or not, look, ha, look there, Travis is sporting one hell of a big-on erection!"
"Oh golly Wilma, don't look at what he has, as mine is feeling very righteous right now!" Rick said, as to admit he felt equally aroused like was Travis the donkey.
Travis returned to do another face to chest wrestling rubbing at Rick. It made Rick laugh, as then the donkey did a side-stepped turn and tried to face Wilma. The donkey lowed its head, with muzzle very near the damp-hard packed earthen alley. Wilma turned as she aimed the cellphone flashlight down at the ground, as she gasped.
"What Wilma," Rick asked, as Wilma pointed at the ground.
"You see what our donkey friend is scratching in the wet dirt?" Wilma said to Rick, as he then looked where she suggested he see.
In the damp as hard-packed dirt of the alley, Travis had used his left fore-hoof to write: M E TRAVIS, 36 COSGRO...
"Naw, he is a trick donkey," Rick said, but it was Wilma who knelt down on one knee, as she said to the donkey, "If what you wrote is the truth, give us a sign."
Travis the donkey lifted his head and looked at first Rick and then to Wilma, he lifted his right fore-leg as if for Rick to shake hands. He then lowered the leg and craning his head around, he reached his muzzle to take and big sniff from the crotch of Wilma, as he began then to lift his big cock to bonk at his furry belly.
"Hey there," yelled Wilma as she felt the donkey muzzle pressed close, it touching her private place.
"Travis, count for me the number eight using your right front hoof." Rick asked of the donkey.
Travis then raised his right leg and did a 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 counts of pawing his right front hoof to the alley ground.
"No way, how, I mean, to change a human into being a donkey animal, well, how?" A very nervous Rick said, as if asking the donkey to explain.
Travis stepped forward and placed both of his fore-hoofs onto the broken bottle lying there on the ground.
"The bottle of whisky the cart driver gave you, he said something about it making you feel horny." Wilma said, as Travis then brayed.
"Naw, such things as that border on doing magic, here, I will prove it to you Wilma." Rick said, as he knelt down and carefully picked up the half crunched bottle of supposed whisky. He reached his right hand inside the then wet paper brown bag and pulled from out the bag the lower one third of the still intact glass bottle.
"Here, see and believe that this is only whisky, as how he got to being a donkey is still a mystery..., to me," Rick said as he tipping the lower half of the smashed bottle to his lips, he drank from it, and swallowed some of the liquid.
"There, see, it's not magical and I am not a donkey... haw!" Rick said, as then mimicked the half sound of a donkey braying.
"So stupid, so smart, and you mimic so nicely a donkey bray!" Wilma said, as Travis began the bray, causing Rick to feel more nervous, as he too began to bray.
Rick brayed, he brayed as he looked like a man feeling panic, as Travis brayed, so did Rick.
"Stop, stop it you two, you sound like two horny donkeys..., you do sound like two horny donkeys!" Wilma said, as for some reason she did not explain, she thought to point her cellphone flashlight toward Rick's face, as it illuminated his face.
"Did you shave today," Wilma asked of Rick?
"Yea-sure, Hee, hee," Rick said as he was about to add a brayed hee-haw as if to specify a Yes answer.
Travis brayed a soft sounding cry, as Rick fell to his knees, he reaching out his hands to take hold of Wilma by her hips, as pulling, he drew her close to where he snuggled his face into her crotch.
"Now who is getting horny acting," Wilma said, as she turned her phone flashlight down to illuminate Rick and his wild move.
As the light poured down onto Rick, he ceased his sniffing and turned his head to cast a look up at Wilma.
"Holy shit Rick, your mouth, your nose, you grew a muzzle!" Wilma exclaimed, as Rick raised his hands to feel about his face, he became wide eyed with a sense of horror.
"Haw, haw, haw, haw," Rick huffed his breathing, he acting as excited, pushed away from where he with his nose and mouth were busy assaulting Wilma.
"The drink works fast," Wilma said, she keeping her sense of cool.
"Hi, haw, hi, hee, haw, hiff, hee," Rick said, he struggling to form words using lips similar to those of Travis and growing more even as he tried to speak.
"Yup, I would say you got the same thing as did Travis. Although, like what you asked me when we were riding down inside the donkey cart, you wished to see me when really horny, I feel very horny right now!" Wilma admitted, as she began to squirm her jeans down her legs, showing Rick what when all a man he wanted to see. "Here, you can take more than a faint sniff!"
Rick sniffed and grabbed hold of Wilma, as she let him snuggle close his face. Wilma wiggled her hips and felt the broadened tongue of her changing friend and lover delving inside her with remarkable depth perception. Rick moaned as did Travis, he stood there bonking his cock to his tummy.
"It will happen to Rick as it did to you, right Travis?" Wilma asked the learned donkey.
About then was when Travis expelled his load, the scented semen shooting all over his fore-legs and hoof.
"I figure I best get that real horny feelings you are feeling before you think more about a jennet donkey, or some horny mare. Yea, go for it honey, I will let you do it with me on the floor of the cart." Wilma said, as Rick barely looked away from his doings, as she began inching backward, moving her horny lover ever closer to entering the cart.