Then an ogre came in with a smile and quickly proceeded to round up Giana. Giana followed the man peacefully, being rewarded with sugar cubes along the way.
Annette followed her, not wanting to be left alone. The two girls were pushed into a corral with a mass of other female donkeys, a ramp lead up a hill.
The line of donkeys move onto the ramp. The donkeys came up and over the other side, revealing a huge harbor with crates lining the walls. The Coachwoman was in the middle, talking to each jenny. It didn’t make much difference to Giana. She just wanted to be in her crate and ready to be sent to where she belonged.
Annette watched as the Coachwoman addressed each donkey individually, asking all of them for their names. Most replied in brays, showing their human minds were long gone. A few though managed to speak their names, only to be lead away by another individual. Annette dreaded what would happen once her turn came.
For example, a white jenny’s turn came. The Coachwoman asked her for her name and received a bray. Smiling, the Coachwoman led the donkey to a crate that said “Salt mines.”
Then it was Giana’s turn. She calmly trotted out to the woman.
The Coachwoman smiled, "And what is your name?" she asked with a wry grin.
Giana looked at the woman dumbly.
“Your name?” she said once more, expecting at least a bray.
Giana lost interest in the human and bent down to nibble some sparse grass.
The Coachwoman laughed as she patted Giana’s head. “This one’s completely an ass, she’ll be pulling my coach.” The woman said with a sinister smile.
“Next!” she shouted as Annette felt her heart sink.
“I said nexxxxxxtttt!”The Coachwoman called again.
Annette walked up slowly on all fours, she still had her human face, breasts, legs, arms… including her clothing, with the exception of her Mary Jane shoes and her white socks. Her only donkey parts were her ears, tail and hooves.
“You imbeciles! I have already told you not to bring them to me when they are not yet complete!” the Coachwoman shouted.
Annette was afraid of what would happen to her should she say anything other than a bray. Part of her wanted to pretend like she was fully gone like Giana, at least then she’d be with her friend.
“At least I'm going to see if she can bray”, the Coachwoman tried to calm down, “What’s your name, miss?”
“....Annette..” she said weakly, knowing she damned herself to some sort of awful fate.
The woman sighed. “There’s always a few. How do you feel?”
“Horrible! I should never have come here. Please, please…change me and my friend back! I just wanna go home! I don’t want to be a donkey! I’m not a donkey! HEEEE HAAAWW! HEEEE HAAAWW!” she pleaded.
The Coachwoman tried to not laugh at the pathetic wails. “Didn’t it feel good though?”
“Did what feel good?!” she yelled angrily.
“When you acted like what you are now on the outside?”
“....Kinda..” she said ashamed of herself.
The Coachwoman chuckled. “You are just as much an ass as your friend...if not more.”
“What are you talking about!? I’m not an ass! I’m a girl. HEEEE HAAAW!”
“Ha ha! Give a bad girl enough rope and she'll soon make an ass of herself”. the Coachwoman laughed. “Don’t worry, you blokes, she is going to finish her changes very soon”.
“I’m not a bad girl…. HAW! HEEEEE HAAAAAWW!”
Suddenly, her pink wrist-length shirt began to rip off as her chest barreled outward. Her hips and butt pushed out as well, causing the hole in the seat of her pink dress to grow even more while snapping could be heard as her panties finally succumbed to the pressure exerted by her now massive ass end and broke. As her neck lengthened and expanded, Annette gave one final shout, “I DON’T WANNA BE A DONKEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWWWW HEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWW!”
Suddenly Annette realized she uncontrollable braying as her mouth and nose started to surge forwards more and more, her perfect and little nose disappeared as as her nostrils widened even more. Her brays became garbled as her tongue thickened and lengthened losing the majority of her taste buds, her teeth became yellow stained as they grew larger and more block like. Her two front teeth became a big pair of buck teeth perfect to graze. Now she had a muzzle covered with white fur.
Her beautiful, big blue almond-eyes had to adjust to the head of a donkey and started to grow white hair where eyelids and eye sockets were. Then the rest of her face grew brown fur. Annette knew that her transformation was over, she only kept her memories, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and her blond hair that was reshaping into a coarse mane firmly attached down to her upper back.
With her vocal cords no longer able to form any semblance of human speech, Annette was now a terrified donkey in girl’s clothing. Without even thinking, she began to buck like a true animal.
"Fine work, my little lady! You bray very well. An excellent specimen. Congratulations!! Ha ha ha” the Coachwoman laughed while she stripped Annette off the remains of her clothes and banged her into a crate with other donkeys. She hit her head against the back wall of the crate.
Annette struggled to stay concise, her head throbbing in pain. She could no longer stand and tumbled into the hay. Over the next few minutes, she felt the boat tugging on to heaven knows where! She cried silently.