Damon and the young jennet donkey enjoyed some arousing minutes with each from the other. They did their fun for five different times , or until sundown of that first wild donkey day.
They cuddled and slept the night, she rising early in the morning. The young jennet felt still as if her sensual lusty need was not drained by all what Damon had ejaculated inside her. Damon awoke hearing the cries of his lover. He clamored to his four legged stance and stood looking around, only to see her, his favorite jenny. Dearest Jenny was at the end of the shaft of another donkey, he a larger as elder male stud donkey.
Damon brayed of his sensed disgust for the elder stud, and the new donkey ran toward the mating donkeys.
Damon arrived to the mating session in a cloud of dust. He stood there looking at she his betrothed donkey getting her delights from and older, and larger male donkey. Damon brayed at the big donkey but it ignored the smaller, as new donkey of his herd.
"No, no, this is not right, you and I, we were as one yesterday, I thought we loved each other?" Damon grumbled, as he thought about her, what anyone in earshot heard was a young male donkey braying his aching heart about his disloyal female.
Jenny dearest let the old stud have her two more times before Damon went to her and brayed softly, wishing she would come, as walk with him. To Damon's surprise, the cute Jenny acted as if he meant nothing to her!
Damon wandered all about the pasture, he felt sullen and dejected by his lover. He grazed for a while and stopped to get a drink from the pasture watering trough near the squeaky windmill. Its blades turned and worked to pump sweet water into the trough and water the green grasses growing well around the water well.
As the sun set to the west Damon saw his sweetheart wandering, she not paying any attention to him. He was learning a truth about his becoming an animal, a donkey. The concept of marriage and friendship in the animal kingdom is a farce!