The grass tasting is incredible and Hannah takes another bite. Her tail is swaying back and forth with pleasure.
Meanwhile, Riley has to push her head up. She grunts as she rises up her tail. Then Riley begins to drop manure from her ass onto the ground. She turns her head, looks at the ground and blushes when she sees what she has done. But that shame soon starts to fade. Of course, a donkey wouldn't be ashamed about defecating outdoors and Riley lifts her tail to continue the activity but calmer.
Behind the three female donkeys, Grace's face continues to tingle and she realizes that she doesn’t have much time left. No matter if her human force seems to push against these changes…her internal donkey seems to be winning in spades. Grace feels new emotions and ideas are filling her brain. Wearing clothes...is wrong. Eating meat...is wrong. Having hands...is wrong. Walking on two legs...is wrong. Walking on four legs...is good. Having a tail...is good. Being part of a herd...is good. Mating with a strong male donkey...is good.
Grace shakes her head and brays. She has no idea how much the animal is winning. As the other girls, it is forcing its way through her. She doesn’t realize how little of a chance she stood against this.
Her yoga pants begins to slide off of her body with her torn panties falling sofltly towards the ground around her back hooves. Grace snorts a very donkey like snort. She remembers that she needs help…but for what? “HEEEEEEE HAWWW” She brayed loudly.
Grace sees the trio of asses grazing happily of which she recognizes their scent. They are her friends ... it is her flock. She runs towards them.