"Wait, I got a thought, we are communicating, what you are thinking is linked to my mind, and I hear as understand what you mean when you bray!" You said, as admitting to him and yourself that the two of you, the thoughts of someone you changed could be in contact with their damning doom maker.
It happened just about then that the jennet donkey did scream a haggered sounding bray. He turned to look at his donkified wife, and braying in her direction, he did prance toward her. You followed the big donkey but you walked and did not prance. When he was at her side and you then came close, the jennet donkey was huffing her manner of breathing. It was obvious to him and you that she was in labor of pushing out her child or foal.
The big stud donkey stood to her rear, he not just facing her rump, but he reaching his elongated head and muzzle, was licking at her winking vulva lips. He would occasionally offer a soft sounding brat as if he were concerned still for the feeling his dear wife was made to endure. As you stood there in front of the jennet, her eyes closed as she was intent upon ridding her body of the weighty thing inside her gut. You had a harsh sense of feelings about the female doing what she was God given as part to her honorable lifestyle.
Suddenly, you took note that the traffic on both sides of where you three were standing was moving very slowly.
You felt oddly like a fish in a fishbowl. The thought of then leaving the two donkeys to living he lives you changed them into had you feeling as well like they were members of your family.
"Huh," you said as the big donkey stud announced inside your mind that he could see the fore hoofs of their baby coming out of his wife. He stood there and brayed loudly, acting as an elated father, he triumphant in that moment. The female donkey still had her eyes clenched tight shut, she was with all her might focused on the giving birth to her offspring.
"I am sorry," you said ever so softly to her. She heard you as her eyes opened and did stare at you.
"To say you are sorry for what you did to us, to me, changing our bodies into brute animals. I hate you, and do not accept your slight apology. If you really feel that bad about what you did to us, then join us, and you change too, you become a male donkey, or better yet a female, and let Sidney then breed with you. I would wish for you to need be as you made of me, come soon then the sensation of estrus for me, imagine then you and Sid with his long donkey cock shoved up your rear, it wiggling inside your sensitive vagina. He then spewing his hot semen inside you, knowing that from his joining you shall be in pain, pains of labor." She the donkey female specified, as her thoughts did radiate into your mind along similar waves as did the big stud.
"No thanks, I would not, me as such prefers to be human; although..., having seen up close the enlarged cock what Sid has now, I did feel a good bit jealous. He still loves you the way he did when human, his becoming a donkey did not change his ideals, nor did I wish for either of you to lose your intellect and personal identities. He is and you are as rational of mind as you were, with my foolish wish that using your mentality you would learn to appreciate being a donkey." You said, as trying to explain that your curse of him and her was not to be all damning.
The jennet then cried with a loud bray as she did give birth to a foal, and not the baby she had expected.
"Carla, he is perfect, you bore me a son!" So announced the big donkey, as Sidney, that was his human name, he broadcasting his thoughts though the mental link with you, and her his wife turned jennet donkey, he said as to what he saw drop to the grassy ground.
"Alan, you mean our son Alan I just bore into the world and realm of him being like us, we being now as donkey animals, made slaves to our bodies and property to being sold and bought!" Carla said, she then a sleek form of a jennet donkey. "I would not wish to thank you for what you did to us. I would not ask of you to force me to live for a hundred plus years being brutally bred by long cocked stud equines. Yet I would suggest for you to repent and become like us, like me, and learn then what it is like being screwed by long cocked males with brutal beastly passions for procreating." Carla dis so say to you, and her larger husband did not agree or dis agree, he stood there silent and watching you.