Her dress was slowly losing the fight, ripping.
“Heeeee-hawwwwww! Heeeeee-hawwww!” She galloped down the street kicking anything she could reach, until finally, she felt breeze on her fur, and saw the dress lying on the ground. Ripped in two.
"Oh no! Now I am naked." She felt her cap still on her head. But other than that...She was a naked animal. But inmediately this delighted a part of her that hadn’t been there before.
A rope was put around her neck. A silent big thing was dragging her down the street. It looked like a gorilla with white eyes. She tried to plant her hooves, but they had no grip, just skittering over the cobble stones.
Boys and girls pointed and laughed, even as others among them panicked. She thought several other donkeys were drugged. Finally she was shoved into a dark hallway.
It was silent for a moment. Then the braying started. Deafening braying from all around her that she couldn’t help but add hers too.
She was pressed in around other donkeys, some with clothes on, some talking and crying. She came up over a hill in the hallway, and looked down. Set out before her was a vast harbor in a cave. Lining the walls were crates filled with donkeys. She saw the coachman at the bottom of the ramp.
So, Rebecca had lost... Or had she won? There was a part of her that loved the braying. “HEEEEE-HAWWWWW!” She let one out. And another. And another. Braying was an incredibly stimulating experience. By the time she was next in line, her mind was thick. Foggy.
“Next!” The gate opened and someone tugged on her ears so she walked toward the Coachman. The Coachman looked down at her.
“Well now. Could that be who I think it is?” Rebecca’s eyes were fluttering. Her mind felt so slow. Thoughts of pulling things were seeping in. Of braying just to bray. Hay. Nights spent in a stall.
“What’s your name my dear?” He asked. Rebecca didn’t respond for a moment. Grass. Pulling heavy things. Hay. Stalls. These things were rushing through her mind.
“Rebecca, what’s your name?” She looked up. “HEEEEE-HAWWWWW!”
“Wonderful! Put her with the stagecoach donkeys. I’d rather keep her here. I liked her when I saw her in her human form. Beautiful and strong.” He pulled her hat off. Rebecca was led to a corral of donkeys.
It was shut behind her. Looking around she noticed their backs were all to her, tails swishing. The donkeys were eating at troughs. She trotted up to an empty spot and looked down there was sweet smelling oats there.
“No! Rebecca, you can’t! That’s animal food!” she thought. “But...they do smell sweet.” Rebecca lowered her muzzle and started eating.
Sweet oats flowed into her. “So sweet. Oats good. Food...Eat....HEEEEE-HAWWWW!” Rebecca the donkey brayed and resumed eating, wagging her tail back and forth in pleasure.
The night wore on and Rebecca went to sleep. It only seemed like a few minutes before she was roused. She looked up dully. There was a big human there. “Alright, stupid asses.” He grinned. “Can anyone tell me their name? Or even understand me?” His words were gibberish to her. A stream of sounds that made no sense to her ears.
“Heeeee-hawwww!” She brayed. The rest of them followed suit.
“Wonderful.” The coachman walked among them, putting bridles on each of them. One was slipped over Rebecca, and next thing the donkey new, she was hitched up to a stage coach. A whip cracked. That sound scared the donkeys. With a bray Rebecca galloped off down the tunnel, pulling the coachman to his next victims: stupid boys and girls who love making total jackasses of themselves.