“Beauty” was the first thing the Jackass thought when he saw the young jenny with her rear turned presenting eagerly for him, her lips dripping with some fresh urine, which the Jackass sniffed and understood signaled that she was in extreme heat and in dire need of a deep rutting. The Jack bumped his cock against himself again in anticipation while Anthony, a passenger in the Jackass’s mind, mutely howled, trying to re-gain control of his body to make it all stop. The Jackass, however, took control of his body and soul the moment he saw a mate ready to bear his foals. Anthony’s mind was the last thread holding him in any physical or spiritual sort of existence. He was completely powerless as he witnessed his donkey form press his rubbery muzzle into the jenny’s wet rear and inhale deeply.
Darren watched with perverted fascination as he saw Anthony, who was a handsome, well-built 20 year-old college quarterback yesterday, lick the jenny’s dripping cunny as a horny jackass. Darren looked through the pictures in the Anthony’s phone and found a naked selfie he took when he was 18, flexing in a mirror, proudly posing his large cock and perfect physique. He got hard off the fact that the same teen in that picture, who believed he was going to be in the NFL, was now the stupid animal he OWNED. That kid was nothing more than a jackass. His body was a smelly, furry, and round donkey body. His joltingly erect penis was absolutely 100% equine, and his asshole had done more than enough to prove itself worthy as being a prime donkey shit-factory. Darren rubbed his cock through his jeans as he watched his new, stupid jackass smell the jenny and become mad with lust.
Using all the willpower he had left, Anthony looked into Darren’s eyes and focused every fiber in his being that was still human to just say something, anything. As he opened his beastly maw to shout “no”, he unfortunately realized that his effort was simply not enough, for nothing emerged from his deep guttural throat but another ear-splitting “HEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWW”. Anthony’s heart sank as all he could see was Darren laughing at his inability to say anything remotely human, and jacking-off to the scene of what would potentially be his death. He would’ve been sobbing hysterically right now if his donkey body didn’t lack tear ducts.
Then, the time came. Anthony, against his own will, felt his body rear up on his hind legs and rest his tremendous weight upon the common barnyard jenny below him, his donkey cock flailing around like mad, hard as granite, jabbing everywhere. He felt his massive flared glans prod and poke at his designated mate, stabbing at her curved flanks and inner thighs, leaving smears of pre-cum to mark his attempts. To the donkey controlling Anthony’s movements, this jenny was HIS just as much as he was Darren’s. Despite the immeasurable amount of pleasure Anthony felt every time his cock grazed against the animal’s flank, all he could feel was an empty sense hopelessness and doom as he prepared for the inevitable. That inevitable moment occurred when Darren bent over and grabbed onto his tubular flailing erection. Screaming bloody murder, Anthony was powerless as Darren gripped his mighty phallus and nestled its tip dead-center on the opening of the jenny’s burning pussy. The moment he felt his spongy jackass cockhead press against the jenny’s disgusting leathery folds, Anthony knew his fate was sealed and over with, for good.
Time almost came to a stand-still as he felt the Jackass thrust all twenty rock hard inches of his equine meat into the virgin jenny below him. The new, sensitive nerves along his thick bare shaft detected every feeling as it practically ripped into her, shredded her hymen, stuffed her, and shoved into her until he felt his bulbous churning testicles touch her lips. During that mighty first thrust, when Anthony officially had his hard cock in a jenny, when he was unquestionably fucking an animal, feeling the incredible heat of her beastly innards and strength of her unclaimed vaginal muscles, he saw powerful moments of his life flash and instantly burn-out in his memory. Things like learning to read or what planets are or what country he was from. All civil worldly knowledge was lost as he felt his godforsaken penis bottom-out inside the foul, moist passage of a donkey’s cunt. Deleted from existence, as the rest of him shortly would be.
The magnificent thrust from the Jackass dazed the figment of his mind which was still Anthony, completely overwhelmed by the animal’s sexual pleasure. Stuffing the jenny so harshly caused the poor girl donkey to make a massive queef as he rowdily pulled out his cock, stopping just after he felt her youthfully tight folds squeeze around his thick medial, his length well lubricated and dripping with her wetness.
Then, without any further pause, the Jackass crammed his way back in, as hard as ever. Anthony once again became overcome with the sensory overload and blacked-out, again seeing his human memories flicker and fade into nothingness. This time, however, his memories were of people. His friends, teachers, coaches, teammates, family members – gone. He knew he had to have a mother, but he couldn’t remember who or what it was, he began to think that maybe he was always a donkey. Images of being small and nursing from his jennet mother’s teat in a damp, musty stall began to cycle through his brain. When he regained semi-consciousness, the Jackass was forcefully pulling back to prepare for another thrust, his maiden jenny’s muscles as stretched as they were tight around his virile cock.
The Jackass’s balls slammed into the jenny’s rear once more as Anthony fucked his dick all the way up her passage a third time, Darren still enjoying the view of Anthony’s final moments. After the third thrust, the Jackass really began to pick up speed, bucking his shit-covered rump into the slutty jenny like an angry piston, braying now and then in euphoric moans. Moist sopping sounds filling the damp, humid stable as Anthony stretched her hot folds raw with his fat hard cock. The Jackass was ready to finish its task and complete its mission. His heavy nuts were churning, sending massive signals to his brain and cock, preparing to thrust, and jam, and fuck himself into that jenny as deep as possible and give her all of him that he had. He was going to make this jenny HIS.
Anthony, meanwhile, only saw the Darkness begin to creep on him more and more. His view would switch from his last sentient moments – fucking an animal – or beholding the destruction of his human mind. Math, numbers, language, words – all wiped out and replaced with scents, needs, and instincts. All the girls he had been with morphed in his memories; first he could only remember doing them doggy-style, then he could only picture them as having fat, smelly donkey butts, before finally, he could only remember mounting and fucking donkeys until his animal balls blew their load into their wretched wombs. Although he could no longer understand words, Anthony had the relative thought to himself that maybe he was fucking a donkey right now because he was one – that he always was and would always be a jackass, and that he was never anything more.
With this new line of thinking, Anthony began to relax and to finally surrender to the Jackass. He began to embrace the brutally pleasurable sensations he felt from the beastly copulation. The Jackass withdrew again to prepare another deep thrust, his balls tightening up against his groin – this was it. All Anthony was thinking was how raw and sensual it felt to feel his sweaty, furry body mount and rub against her sweaty and furry back, the warmth of her large mammalian body comforting his chest, and her tail swatting and grazing his manhood when he pulled back. This time, however, the Jackass pulled out really far back, as Anthony felt his medial ring exit her folds, and then he felt his mushroom-cap glans start to squeeze out. The immense pressure on the head of his massive and sensitive donkey dick drove Anthony into ecstasy as he felt the primal rush of feral donkey sex.
Just when the end of his stiff animal cock was on the verge of making a loud pop out of the jenny’s vagina, he threw his entire body and weight into a final, defeating thrust, the Jackass brayed in victory over his jenny and the puny human whose body, mind, and soul he had conquered! Anthony was so subdued in lust and perversion that his last conscious action was to join with the ass he now was and cum into a donkey.
The Jackass and Anthony both brayed and moaned in orgasm as they felt their massive donkey boner ravage its way into his tight mate’s cunt. He felt his cockhead reach the end of her walls, but he just continued to try and stuff himself further, his pulsing balls already firmly on her shit-stained rear. Braying, the jenny clamped TIGHT on his shaft and orgasmed, and Anthony felt his testicles finally unleash their fierce load.
In his last moments of consciousness, Anthony felt the incredible feeling of his voluminous and productive semen shooting down his cock, milliseconds from filling this animal’s womb with a foal, the first of his legacy. But as the active, gushing load of asinine sperm cells made its way down his beastly length, Anthony remembered one, final memory. He was a kid again, very young, in his backyard, and his dad threw him a football. Football. College. Life. Dreams. When he caught the ball, his father smiled at him with a proud smile, full of hope for a bright future.
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With the sound of a shotgun, Anthony’s human-size skull-case imploded, flattening his forehead in a bloodcurdling series of snaps and cracks, his human brain and mind scrambling, shrinking, disappearing forever. In seconds, his face crunched out and expanded to fully donkey size, his eyes dulled and widened and moved out to the sides of his head. At the same time, the donkey who had replaced him brayed wildly as his flooded the jenny’s innards with his potent seed. The Jackass was no longer at war with the puny human inside him. The Jackass was now wholly himself – wholly animal. His cock was buried so deep in his now-deflowered mate that it acted as plug for all the excess donkey cum inside her, all of which began dumping out when he finally backed his hooves away and withdrew from her.
Anthony was now nothing. The Jackass had won, and it won everything. He lost his body to a beastly form, he lost his mind to the pleasures of beastly sex, but the force that changed him also took his soul. In a sense, Anthony didn’t really transform into a donkey, but rather, a donkey replaced Anthony’s existence. Anthony was more than just dead – he was deleted entirely.
Darren bust his own nut when his jackass orgasmed, focusing on how hot it was to be in such total control. Anthony was GONE! He had a new JACKASS! He knew that final skull crack had finished him. Now his dumb jock friend was a dumb hung donkey. For old times’ sake, the new jackass raised his tail and unceremoniously dropped a load of donkey shit, braying loudly to announce his presence.
Over the years, people would forget about Anthony. Due to his all-American aspiring pro-football player status, his disappearance was big news for a little bit, but eventually people moved on to the next thing. People didn’t know what the “donkey” text thing meant. Some people thought that maybe he had joined an animal sex cult or something freaky, or that maybe he was just really drunk when he sent it and died in an alcohol-related fashion. Darren’s family was interviewed by the presence of his car on the fence of their premises, but Darren feigned ignorance and was never charged.
Officially, Darren named the new jackass stud Andy, and he grazed out in the pasture nearly every day. Ironically enough, Anthony’s mother drove by Darren’s family farm on her way to work in the morning. Sometimes she would notice a proud-looking jackass donkey grazing, or shitting, or thumping his cock against his underside, or even mating every now and then. The filthy beast disgusted her. She had no way of being able to recognize the stupid animal as once being her beloved missing son.
Anthony’s parents moved away and were never from again by anyone nearby.
Darren, meanwhile ended up becoming a very successful college football player, and even made it to the the pros. He made millions from advertising endorsements and media appearances. He moved away to a big city and married a bombshell woman and had a beautiful life and family with them out East. He basically attained every single one of Anthony’s dreams.
Andy the donkey lived for 30 more years before he died in a mucky stall as a naked animal. No one cared, outside of Darren’s family who revered him as very virile and potent stud. He sired hundreds of donkeys and mules in his life. His balls were very valuable.