You and Giselle can’t stay put for long before wanting to run off and have more fun.
“Giseeeeelle! Pool!” You cry, heading for a large eight ball building. As you enter you hear laughs from every corner of the building.
“Hey, who let these donkey kids in?” One boy shouts, a bulge twitching in his pants as he downs a mug.
Of course you are a donkey, but you aren’t sure what a kid is.
Racking up, you get ready to play eight ball. But as you do you feel very itchy. Without thinking, you take off your clothes. You didn’t need them anyways, you had your fur.
You noticed Giselle has done the same.
“Haw hee!” You say, indicating for Giselle to break.
“They’re naked!” One girl cries.
“Those donkey costumes look very real. They even make braying sounds.” Says another with a guffaw.
Giselle breaks as you see that her behind is massive. No, not massive. Proper. Donkey’s need support. You feel swelling in your own as you notice you have joined her, not only that, but your back legs are now proper hind legs.
“Heeeee Haw!!!!”You bray that it is your turn. You don’t feel like talking right now. As you try to grip the stick, you realize you can’t. But you see something better. Your hands have been replaced with hooves.
You bray at Giselle, losing interest in pool and wanting some grass. Standing up from the table, you feel yourself almost balloon out as you fall onto your front hooves, feeling complete.
You look over to see a brown jenny trotting out beside you.
“Haw haw haw haw hawwwwwww!” The raucous laughter echoes as you head out. Looking craning your long neck back you see some boys and girls have taken your places at the table, all are laughing at you and Giselle, as you watch you see a tail rip through a boy’s shorts, but he just keeps laughing as he goes back to his beer.
Not caring about the strange looking donkeys in the pool hall, you and the brown donkey graze contentedly.
“Hahahaha!!! Are you two should have been born donkeys. I’ve never seen someone have that much fun with it.” The voice of a large human enters your ears.
Looking up, you notice a big human with a two halters. He steps to you and puts one over your neck, sticking the cold bit into your muzzle. It’s strange at first, but you quickly adjust to the metal taste.
“Just for being such good kids, I’m not going to sell you. I’m going to keep you here as my private beasts of burden.” He says.
You have no clue what the human is saying to you. All you know is that you bray happily when he puts something on your back to carry, as if it was what you were meant to do.
Later that night as you and the brown jenny were working at the place with water and a big floating square, you notice the nice human bringing donkeys out of a corral and talking to them. Most of them brayed in a language you could understand, but a few of them said something unintelligible, like what the big human sounds like.
These donkeys he threw into another corral.
“HAWWW HEEE!” You feel a nip on your side. The brown donkey you work with was right, you had slacked off. Back to work.