From the way it looked, the three former humans named Ben, David, and Jeff knew that they were no longer in their home of New York City. But why would that place be their home? The three donkeyboys knew their home was here on Pleasure Island. Of course they know of the way its outwards appearance changes as every end of the island has its own building to transport people to its different venues, acting as a hub world for its denizens. Other than that, the three were too dumb to know how the magic worked; only that they absolutely loved it and were loyal to it. Even with the haze of the weredonk gas lifted from their minds, their brains were fully reprogrammed with their new memories, purpose, and the lack of human knowledge, other than human speak.
Right now, they were walking away from the tiny building that resembled a pub but appeared to contain only a small area from the outside. The walk to the center of the island to the donkeyboy stables allowed them to see a few other buildings, like a tropical minibar leading to Pleasure Island's cruise ship and the now darkened neon lights of the Pleasure Island dance club. Though none of them were of interest to the three at them moment as they needed to rest for the day and prepare for their next night of transformation.
Despite being only three of them, the donkeyboy stables were quite large, capable of holding about 30 anthro donkeys in groups of three. None of stalls were labelled, since dumb donkeyboys like the three can't read human stuff, instead relying on their natural donkey scents to differentiate themselves. That being said, the group went about choosing the first stable and immediately began marking it as their own. Ben went about shooting hose-like streams of piss on the wooden door, David pumping his donkey cock rapidly until he cummed bucket loads of his donkey milk all over the walls, and Jeff taking a dump in the back corner of the stall just far away enough that it won't dirty their hay but close enough to let the smell waft all around their area. With that, their stall was thoroughly marked with an overwhelming stench of donkey piss, jizz and shit, enough to make a human gag and pass out, but just the right amount for donkeyboys like themselves.
But all that marking had also aroused the three, with David's being obvious as he had already came. The three converged on each other, pushing their muzzles into the center so that they all could start wrestling their thick tongues with each other, their thick and erect donkey rods grinding and rubbing against each other causing the piss, pre, and semen to mix together. If that wasn't enough, they were also fingering each other's assholes, using their other hoofed hands to massage their outer donkey holes. With every plunge, their anuses naturally expanded, allowing them to let out a sweet, gaseous fart which also began sticking to their stables.
It would have been a shocking sight for anyone else to see a stable strangely neat with filth in its proper places while the smell was unbearable for humans, and a trio of donkeyboys tonguing, fingering and frotting together. But this was Pleasure Island, and nothing was anymore normal than this. Soon, the three lifted their muzzles to the ceiling, braying loudly in sync as they let the loudest, wettest fart they ripped in their stall so far and their balls unloaded all their personal donkey jizz into the air and on their furry chests. The three then collapsed together on the hay, side by side, fingers wet with fart moisture and tongues moving to clean the cum off their bodies and their balls already refilling with their potent donkeyboy milk.
As the three soon drifted off into sleep, the last things on their conscious minds was how excited it was going to be for the first time catching and transforming escapees to be part of their donkeyboy family.