In the salt mines' corrals, only shivering animals look back, braying or lowing or squealing in fear, all of them were boys and girls that had fun in Pleasure Island. You stand and clack about, awkward on your hooves, nervous and unsure what to do. Then, a worker opens the doors to the cells, carrying animal snares to lead the new beasts out. You bray savagely at him in warning, something most of the animals do.
The worker who is in charge addresses the animals. “You can fight us, maybe get free, and live life as wet, miserable scraggly animals chipping a meager existence out of the land. Or, you can meekly be the animals you are and work here, and be well fed and kept in warm quarters. It’s your choice, but if I was a pampered, irresponsible college kid without two thoughts between my ears, I know which I’d pick.”
Michelle, Jamie, Becca, Jenny and you settle down at that. The animals that resist are clearly mistreated, whipped and abused. You feel bad, the other girls had been transformed because they were spoiled and lazy, but you weren't! Why do you have to be an ass, too?
A feed bag is placed over every jenny’s muzzle, filled with oats or something similar, and the other girls are placed in the other stalls. When everyone are situated, the worker leaves, extinguishing the light. Awkwardly, you lay down on the hay, braying sadness to sleep.
Its the next day, the worker comes in, kicking you flanks to wake you up. “Rise and shine, donkeys! It’s your first day of work!” Any of the girls like the sound of that at all. You stand nervously, letting them put on a harness, bit, and blinders. You dont know why you took it so meekly, but it is harder for you to think now. Then, the girls and you are led to the salt mine.
She balk at the hard labor being done by the asses, pulling heavy carts and tugging grinding wheels around. The sounds of braying fill the air, and you realize that there are more asses here than were transformed yesterday. You feel a man tug on your lead, and begrudgingly followed him to your work assignment, one of the grinding mills. Humiliated, you let him tether you to it. Michelle, Jamie, Becca and Jenny do the same and then their "job" starts. As you pull the wheel around, Jenny brays sadly, grunting and straining. All you can see in front of you is Michelle's furry butt, and her tail hitting your face several times. Behind you is Becca, she also has to support your tail moving on her face. All are walking endlessly in a circle. You stop only long enough for the mill to be loaded with more salt crystals, before they start grinding again.
It is hard work, and boring, as hour drags into hour. The girls and you are given a brief break around noon for water, but scarcely 10 minutes have gone by before you work again. You have no way of marking time, but by the time you return to your stall, the sun is down. Maybe you have worked for 15 hours.
Some asses as Michelle and Jenny protest each new indignity, but a shocking number of donkeys including Jamie and Becca are along with it, braying only when they are hungry, but otherwise acting as though they’d never been human. They disgust you at first, but you quickly notice that these guys, now proud to be asses, don't have individual stalls, instead getting to walk free in a common area at night, eating out of troughs instead of feed bags. Of course, most of what they do was hump each other, filling the barn with the obnoxious sounds and smells of animal carnality. One of these mounted jennets is Jamie, you are surprised because you know that she were virgin as a human girl. You can feel that you are much less intelligent than you had been as a girl, but the other asses’ willing embrace of their bestiality make you want to throw up.
But, as day stretched into day, your envy of the free donkeys increases. The next to fall into the pleasure, indulge, liking and pride to be a jennet is Jenny, a week later Michelle joins them. You don't want to give up your still human behavour, but maybe if you pretend to, you'd be given the same freedoms at nights, too. You don't want to have sex with a jack (do you?), but being free of the stall is powerfully tempting.
So you start to behave as if you are an ordinary ass, and nothing more. You take the slaps on your rear like they merely startle you, rather than degraded her. You are where they lead you, and do what they direct you, and you train yourself not to show disgust or impatience or prissiness.
You wish that you could join Michelle, Jamie, Becca and Jenny. The 4 girls look very happy braying, smelling each other, wagging their tails while the fresh air passes through their legs, lying down on the soft grass...and occasionally screw as if they had always been donkeys since they were born.
At last, your plan paid fruit. It have taken a month of good ass behavior, in which you can feel your intelligence slowly ebb, but at last you are led back to the barn with your friends and leaves the common area. You are elated, meandering around, enjoying your new range of movement and freedom to eat when you choose. It is a pathetically small triumph, but it is all a jennet has. You are happy, in a perverse way.
Then...