Its that one moment which comes in each person's life where they need to decide which path to follow. Now is your time to made that choice, you ponder which path to follow. Be it that of these new sensual sensations and with them delve into becoming ever more bestial of mind and desires, or would it be proper to run away from these alluring and lusty minded females?
A hard choice, "Bad pun" you double think as that mind is working at 110% of thinking speed. Indeed it is a HARD choice as what you now feel is one ragging equine sized erection asserting it's desires into your mixed up life.
With tail swinging back and forth in quick wisking motion this too is inserting upon your thoughts the reminder of those new and open to the view of all sensations. Your naked but the fact of being as so in public seems not to bother you much right then. The tail when calm covers much that you would fear as embarressing.
Then too, your hairy Donkey body acts like a cloak and covering of that naked self you are. A quick pondering of your present self and that simple fact that as a Donkey one stands naked before the world. Even as unto what you can remember of sunday school teachings about animals not toiling to store up food, they would not care for the trappings of owning anything, less maybe their sexual delights.
The Donkeiettes are getting to you and their passion is making the mind wish to belong where you are standing right now.
Releasing a reassuring bray to them your thinking with that big dic. Even as you respond to those lusting female the Coachman has spotted yet another fool made to become a Donkey. He knows there is a reward for any who brings back to the stable a fine formed male donk.
While standing there nuzzling the muzzle of one female wanting her pussy stretched, a lasso comes between you and her. The cinching tightness reminds you of the cold cruel world around you. I tug from the rope make you break your insisting thrill and walk along following your own new master.
The crowd parts as the Coachman walks a male Donkey along the side of his big coach. All there watching can see you massive erection and the trail of cum drips thar spot the sidewalk. You peer out that Donkey carcus you wear and see the world from a smaller and lessor stance. The rope is tied to the rear of the coach making you a follower of eight horny female donkeys.
Your scent is enough to drive each one of them into a nervous fit. They like you are feeling those wild instincts urge on the reaction to a well scented virile male, you! Some take to empty their bladder making the wind carry back to you the rich scent of females. Others standing their are near to or in the time of equine heat and this makes their vaginal juices bubble up and out.
As if you were having trouble deciding which path to walk, donkey or as a Wizard, the prevailing breeze is filling your donkey head with scents of passion.