Just wishful thoughts remained as down deep inside the ship’s hold stood eight donkeys in each wooden crate. Most were by planned men placed a stud Jack male donkey changeling with seven equally horny feeling new to being as donkeys, jennet donkeys.
Some were wishing they had never entered the Bar where they were served the potion laced beers.
Assuredly there was one donkey in each crate that was wishing they had ordered Percheron ale.
Yet after being partially a donkey, they became drunk and made sport of what someone else showed as their change, might ask for then Stallion punch, if just because it too was an equine. Oh, but if they knew then what they all knew what would happen, the fact that once the changes began they would consume the humanity, replacing human with equine, and bare skin with a furred pelt.
Brayed screams echoed the skip’s hold as once cute or sexy females know as sure, they will never or ever see home again.
They became as something wild. Wild but not mentally, whether it be of that state of wildness like something from outside the realm of farming, this might be too!
If push came to shove and without much thought right now, those boys being as donkeys, there were a few that would prefer to become as a Bull in a rodeo!
Yea, I know it’s not necessarily wild but is a bull ever really tame?
A Rodeo bull is well kept and cared for, most every need filled including the right to breed. Indeed, as if able to ask of what else one could be, if being an animal for life and have everything while being left to your dreams?
No, as did the Jennets ponder their present selves, and of their futures, wondering if the fates were being cruel?
Disgust abounds, as each jennet felt like their new body was a piece of work!
Not a day had passed before they were changing, as corralled or stabled in a barn stall, each jennet stood discombobulated, horny, and having troubles controlling their bladders.
A screamed bray and another jennet felt the horny Jackass in their crate leap, landing as mount, his cock stiff and at his ready to breed.
Jennets jumped, turned, as tried had to yank the donkey cock as it entered, sliding sensually deep inside a long vagina, to where the hot semen flowed its thousands of little blind swimmers.
It happened so fast, that never a jennet had the fore thought to protect her vulva and stand with it tucked safe against the wooden crate wall.
Even as the Jack donkey stood thrusting, each girl turned jennet felt a real concern with their ultimate fate, being a breeder female, getting raped pregnant, foaling, weaning, frothed about their mouth with lust for feeling a fat, long cock shoved deep, as it thrusting, started their plight again.
Theirs was an animal's life right down to breeding like an animal and rolling in the crap and dust of a corral. Most would agree that they must be out of your ever lovin' if fool enough as someone would ask for becoming anything like some rank animal. Why, why what mystic dream would beckon to do as being this, would damn young fools throw away their lives and be bestial fodder?"
To suppose that the real desire was to be something you were not, or never once thought you could really become!
It was from the sensual sensations of first time standing on all fours, the desire to be free from every possible rule in the human realm, and then too, as being a male or female animal, and prefer the longing for sexual attentions.
It is from that last part which deems most to be what one was not meant to be as gifted upon by higher powers. It is of personal rebellion toward something that had placed you into this life and the situations one is by the Fates to live and do.
The worry has to be from one's own personal hell that a jennet or Jack donkey might seek to be cursed, damned, and sent to slavery as some beast of burden. It is a fool wish of someone not tried or tested in life to wish for something which others have died for and wanted to risk all so that nitwits like them can toss it in the can and flush away our futures. Yea, it is from the untested one's in life that they and maybe too, would ask to become as what those who fought and died for our freedoms will think of donkeys as unworthy of their sacrifice!