Karen and I chatted, braying, Maaing, scrawling messages back and forth, we having a fun weekend. Terry had a lot of rationalized explaining to do, both with the local authorities, and with the restaurant manager. To say the fellow was humiliated had to be an understatement of the year!
When he entered the petting zoo barn to gather his things before going on unemployment, he had a few comments for Karen mostly, and me as well. "You two, you the rascal donkey, there being something about you that seems similar to our cursed girl Karen. You loved the animals, well now you are one, and a transgender Ram. I bet you had your troubles at that sheep farm for three weeks, you learning how to screw Ewes. As damn you, the doctor told me your cock inseminated my bowels, causing me pain and worse, an infection.
Yea, yea, you got me fired, and now I need get my things and return home, got this damn infection, the Doc says I need stay at home for two weeks and let the medication do its work. I got a concussion, my head aches, my butt and gut pains me, I crap blood, my genitals sweat, at night they feel icy cold, and, and you make me mad enough to..." Terry was ranting his hate for Karen mostly, but some for his having to wash my cock once each week.
Karen had heard enough and she charged at Terry, smashing into the back of his knees, knocking him to kneeling before me; just where I wanted him. He felt stunned by the whaming from Karen, making his bells ring due to his concussion, stood there kneeling, eyes rolled back into his dumb head, he at my mercy, or lack of it.
I stepped forward, stepping as sliding my two forelegs as over his shoulders. His head was forced then to him having to ducking it. I moved with care as Karen saw what I was planning and she/he stepped up to keep Terry from tipping over, his head with mouth agape-open, as I moved my sheath ever closer. Karen was an avid helper, keeping Terry's head as sandwiched between my rounded furry belly, and her/his head. When my sheath touched his face, or mouth to my sheath, his breathing was a stimulant, as was his tongue hanging out his mouth was wet, worked to make a male donkey feel aroused.
I could hardly hold still, my scheme was working, my cock stirred awake, it moving out of its sheath and at, to
then touching a wet tongue. My cock continued its manner of extending, bloating fuller as gaining length. Blindly moving my cock, trying to hold it in a position to feed it to Terry, when it felt the increased wetness of his oral cavity, my urge worked to rush the extension, forcing my cock into the back of his mouth; making Terry to gag.
The gagging response brings on a need to open a mouth wide, as cough, most people tend to lean forward, as did Terry, forcing in my cock to choke-close his throat. The lack of breathing jerked my victim alert, as seeing where we had him orally enjoying my donkey cock in his mouth. Terry began waving his arms to get away, his tongue began then licking the invader, as that stimulate my balls, and a river of donkey semen was shot down his throat, into his belly.
Two, maybe three minutes and my spewing of semen halted as Terry beat his way free, and stood up, spitting out bits of my semen. He began cursing at Karen and me, as turning around he planned then to storm out of the barn. As then he struck a "Dah," pose as we all saw standing there was Ben. He with cell phone in hand, was doing a taltell video of Terry sucking, masturbating a me, a male donkey, I hoped it would go viral.
Terry ran to his sports car, started the motor and laid twenty feet of rubber burn marks on the asphalt parking lot.
Karen and I thought we were rid of Terry as our hygiene manager, as Ben was eager to be kind and good to us.
Well, that should be the end of the Terry episode, but he came back!
Two weeks to the day, and who about eleven o'clock at night should come staggering into our barn home, but Terry.
"You two, you did this to me, I went to the doctor today for my two week checkup for the anal infection. What the Doc said was like the call of doom. He told me the infection had doubled due to my ingesting more than a pint of equine semen, which of itself is an infectious yeast. Look here," Terry angry and explaining, he switched on the barn interior lighting, for us to see his problem.
I would have laughed if my donkey self knew how. Karen stepped up close to Terry, she lifting her head and muzzle as quite close. She/he first sniffed at two swelled testicles that were part of Terry, as then gave them a friendly lick.
"Oh, no, not that too, you infected me, but with your curse as well. The Doc said my blood had evolved a drastic change, and was certain that change would begin affecting my physical self. As look, I have the balls of a Ryeland Ram sheep, and the wool has grown to encircle my anus already.
You cursed me, sharing your cursed semen, and you, you dumb damn donkey, you added to my infection. I hate you both, but from what my Veterinarian friend told me, of what he surmised, come then in two months and I shall be a twin of what you became, me then a Ryeland Ram sheep. My friend promised me he would find for me a good home, a farm where I could graze, be healthy, and mate when I felt the urge of rut!"
I looked then to Karen as she Maaed her wish for Terry to enjoy his future lifestyle, as I added my concerned bray. Terry though was not amused or realized, I think that we were not wishing him a friendly goodbye. He left, but then in time would again pay us his last visit to our barn home.