Ted had like so many other boys come to pleasure island with great hopes of finding adventure. He like the others soon found some adventures can turn to just plain horrors too.
Ted found his in the Pleasure Island night club where as he watched an erotic dancer spin and crouch, dip and drop he drank Donkey punch after punch.
Unlike those around him who as their own change finalized his did not swipe clean his memories of the past. He wondered about this and maybe it was due to his allergy medicine he was taking back then. At any rate he was a verile young male Donkey jack but with a very calm demeanor for a Jack.
Then too for Ted his change was not to the small varity of Donkeys. Instead Ted became Donkey like but continued to grow into a 11 hand high Jack worthy of stud service at a Mule Farm.
To some out there in Lala Land Ted's new form would be as if in heaven. He thought less of it though as he enjoyed his human lifestyle and was now degraded to living as a beast.
Ted's mind though alert and realizing his state and abode still was urged daily to act in accordence to those instinctive Donkey jack drives. Morale as Ted was brought up by two loving religious parents he could not hold back from the urge to mate when that wild scent touched his nostrils.
Mate he did and often but with a strange sort of considerate manners to the mare, not in the least like a common bestial Jack.
So it was now for Ted his body and life having taken a turn leaving him as a male animal used primarily for his sexual abilities. As if this was not enough of a distraction making his human thoughts evade being used. Ted too found the Owner's daughter enthoused over his verile self.
Ted often stood upon a rise in the pasture looking out into the distant Western sky. He loved times like those when memories flooded back and the sensual feelings of being a strong Donkey Jack could be pressed aside. Even as he oggled the world through the simple and uncolored visions of an equine eye his mind was alive with memories of a world in full blazing color.
The breezes passing over his furry body soothed him as those thoughts of human life and loving days came roaring back to life. He snuffed at the thoughts when travelling or just being around his Dad.
"Dad" Ted would remember their great times together and the plans they made to venture out rock climbing and just being together as a proud Father and loving Son.
Then reality showed its ugly head as from below the hill plodded up to Ted a mare. Another mare in need, her lusty mind being urged to seek and find the scent of some true male of her species. He knew what she wanted her tail held high and to the side. Her nostrils flared in wild desires. As too she was drenched in a sexual sweat making her own scent drive male equines to craziness and final pleasures.
Out on the range and alone was as good a place as Ted could think of right then. He and she would be alone from peering eyes of humans as he mounted this desired mare. To stand with his male organ burried to the sheath in her was lusty unto itself of desire. His thrusting actions moving in and out in smooth long strokes pleasured him and made the mares seemly lust for yet more and more enjoyments.
As other Jack's might bite into a mare's withers to hold themselves up and mounted, Ted had better sense of balance and working his stance in considered moves he kept himself embedded and doing his proper
action. To Ted he was as nice as he was when human to people, parents, friends, and girls. Now he was the master Jackass making mare have mule children and giving of himself for the living and profits of his owner's farm. Even in his present lowly state this was the best reason for living onward. It gave some sort of real purpose to his vile animal life.
If he had the knowledge of what Pleasure Island could do to a foolish young man like him and so many others he'd have stayed at home.