Marcia was on the deck, catching some fresh air. She took in a strong whiff of the air, surprised at how much more sensitive her nose was becoming.
As she sat there, she caught a faint scent of something intoxicating. She turned her head to the left where she thought it was coming from. Though the scent had an earthy, barnyard smell that should have made her wrinkle her nose, it was intoxicating instead.
Marcia went through the gymnasium and the playing area looking for the source of that scent. She walked the halls believing that the smell was coming from one of the ferry's rooms. But Marcia was surprised to discover that the smell was coming from the captain's quarters.
For a moment, Marcia stood in front of the door that was half open. Using her snout, Marcia pushed the door so she could get inside.
The place was beautiful and elegant. It felt really comfy with its rustic vibe. The dark floor, the decorative pillows, paintings of donkeys running in the field, and a marble trough attached to one of the walls... but at the same time the floor was littered with sawdust, straw and donkey turd, and big stacks of hay in the corners of the room.
"Welcome, Miss Caldwell!", said Norbert Finnison, the donkey CEO, surprising Marcia. "I was waiting for you. I hope my workers hAAAAW...ve taken good care of you."
"Ehhh ... Yes!", Said Marcia still searching for the origin of the scent.
Finnison was a donkey with slick, combed brown hair and glasses. He was the owner and the most powerful and richest donkey.
"It's an honor to have you hEEEEEE...re. I have long admired your work as a private investigator and wHAAAWW...nted to meet you in person."
Marcia barely heard him, she was busy tracking the scent that drove her crazy. Marcia got another whiff of the potent scent and felt her body tense up.
“Mmm, oh God… What is that wonderful smell?”, asked Marcia.
"These are my private quarters," Finnison continued as if he hadn't heard her. "This is the best place on the ferrEEEEE-HAW! But it does not compare to my luxurious residence that I have on the private island weeeEEEEEE... will soon arrive. You will love it, it is full of luxuries, amenities and ..."
"You have to smEEEEEEE-HAAAWW it too. The scent is coming from behind you!!!", Marcia yelled anxious to find the origin of the smell.
"Miss Caldwell, I know you let yourself be turned into a donkEEEEE out of curiosity rather than desire. Besides you didn't wAAAAAA...nt to abandon your friends. By the way, don't worr...HEEE-HAW about them, a boat is going to pick them up and take them to my secret area. So you can seeEEEEWW them again," detailed the CEO donkey. "But I want you to prove that life as a donkey is the best."
Marcia took in another deep breath of the air and looked behind Finnison. The source of the scent was his anus.
"It's you!" Marcia yelled, bringing her nose closer to his rear. "That scent comes from you!"
"Well Miss Caldwell, donkeEEEEEEEs have scent glands near the genital area that produce smelly secretions that indicate information regarding stAAAWW...tus, territorial marking, mood, and seEEEEExual power," continued Finnison. "MAAAAWWW...les have these glands right where you said, and females in their vaginAWWW-HEE. The ferry smells like me because I am the owner and boss, the alpha male of the place! And AAAAAAAWW...ll the ladies here go crazy with my scent. But I do not accept any female, Miss Caldwell, I HAAAAWW...lways choose the most beautiful and sexiest."
Marcia considered herself a beautiful woman, many men had tried to have a relationship with her precisely because she was attractive. But was Marcia still pretty now as an ass?
Inside her, Marcia knew that she should get out of there, but her eyes just stared at Finnison's large dick. Her new donkey pussy had other ideas though. Marcia felt a strong urge for Finnison to plunge his large donkey cock into the warm depths of her.
“I can’t believe I’m looking forward to being fucked by a donkey…”, thought Marcia.
"You are beautiful and attractive, Marcia Caldwell." said Finnison. "Both as a human or as a jenny, I have always believed that you're so HAAAAAAWt.... And let me tell you, your pussy scent smells terrific."
"HEE-HAW! HEE-HAAAAW!" Marcia brayed excitedly and with joy at Finnison's praise.
Finnison walked around Marcia and looked her over. When Finnison got to the rear of Marcia, he got a strong whiff of the female’s musky scent. Although Finnison was feigned seriousness, the scent coming from Marcia was really driving him nuts too. Marcia could boast that her scent was stronger than that of a normal female donkey.
Marcia was definitely ready for him.
Suddenly, Marcia’s tail lifted to the side, showing her blackened anus and cunt between her swelling ass cheeks. Then, a stream of urine poured from her dark, meaty slit in Finnison’s direction, splashing on the floor.
Finnison grinned, he knew that Marcia was behaving like a real ass, allowing herself to be guided by her donkey instincts. He also loved the strong odor of her pee.
Finnison placed his front hooves on the jenny’s hind quarters and proceeded to bend forward towards Marcia’s dripping cunt.
“My…my…my...!! Oh oh oooohh....HAAAAAW-HEEE!!” Marcia whined to herself as Finnison plunged his muzzle into Marcia’s furry rear end and began lapping at her genitals.
Finnison’s cock had fully extended itself excitedly and was ready for its dive. He brought his head out of Marcia’s ass and aligned his dick with the black and slimy slit in front of him.
A shock went through Marcia’s system and she snorted uncontrollably as Finnison’s flared head rubbed up against her cunt.
Finnison began gently pushing his dick into the needy Marcia, he was overwhelmed by the warm, wet recesses of the jenny.
Marcia felt her vagina walls tight for the dick at first but as Finnison pushed it farther and farther in, she was amazed at how much it could take.
Finnison's balls finally slapped up against the her thighs. He took in a deep breath and began pulling his member back out, a wet slurping sound following. He pulled it out about half way and then rammed it in harder. Marcia and Finnison started rocking back and forth as heat built up in his rod.
“This…is…amazing!! HAW HEE!! HAWW HEEE!! HAWWWW HEEEEEEEE!!!”, brayed Marcia excitedly.
It was an unimaginable scene. The beautiful, talented, prestigious and renowned private investigator Marcia Caldwell was fucked like a common farm animal. Marcia knew deep down that this was her new life. She was an animal now.
Finnison’s pace began to slow down finally as he felt a heavy load of semen built up in the tip of his dick, ready to explode. He pushed himself, letting out a couple of brays, to make a couple of more thrusts before he finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Now... Marcia Caldwell... tell me what you are!!!", Finnison yelled.
“AH!! FUCK! I’M….A….DONKEY! HEEEE HAWWW!!! HEEEEEHAAAAW!!! HEEEEEHAAAAW!!!”, Marcia screamed through her blocky buck teeth as Finnison’s dick erupted inside her depths, shooting strings and strings of cum into her.
Later, Finnison exhaustingly climbed off of Marcia, his cock slipping out her.
Marcia had just had the best sex of her life. Now she enjoyed her new body more than ever. Even she thought about the years she wasted studying to be a paranormal investigator when she could literally make an ass outta herself and enjoy a simpler life long ago.
The two donkeys lay down on the floor, curled up with each other and began to snout, sniff and rub each other's nose.
Lying belly down, Marcia also pondered what she was going to do now. She could feel her mind beginning to wander to simple things like eating, sleeping and mating. Marcia was entertaining the idea of nibbling at one of the stacks of hay in the corners.
"I tAAAAWW..ld you that life as a donkey is fascinating," Finnison said. "I assure you, you will not miiEEEEEEss your old life."
"I….I think your right. It does feel nice."
Then, the door to Finnison's private quarter was opened by Kim, interrumpting the couple of asses.
"Mr. Finnison?", Kim called. "We have reached the VID island."