Molly, Harper, Samantha, and Kaitlin had once been human girls—each with their own dreams, flaws, and lives—before the Coachwoman’s trap at Pleasure Island turned them into donkeys. Now, they stood in the Nielsen farm’s stable, their gray, black, and brown coats matted with dirt, their human voices replaced by brays. The air smelled of damp hay and sweat, a constant reminder of their reality.
Molly, the new one, had been a rebel as a human girl—kissing boys behind the schoolhouse, skipping lessons, cheating on exams with a smirk. When the Coachwoman lured her to Pleasure Island with promises of freedom, Molly dragged her friends Addison, Amanda and Penny along without a second thought. A month after arriving at the Nielsen farm, renamed "Peanut" by Miss Nielsen, Molly’s mind snapped like a brittle twig. Her rebellious spirit, always more jackass than girl, embraced the change.
"Peanut, come here!" the farmer called one crisp morning. Molly trotted over, her tail swishing eagerly.
"HEEEE-HAWWW!" Molly brayed, nuzzling his hand for a pat. She no longer flinched at the name "Peanut"—it felt right, like it had always been hers.
Samantha, watching from the stable, nudged Kaitlin with her muzzle.
"Look at her, Kaitlin. She doesn’t even try to talk anymore."
"Molly, it’s us! Say something—anything human!" Kaitlin pleaded, her voice still clear in their donkey tongue. Her gray ears twitched nervously.
"HEEEE-HAWWW!" Peanut replied, stomping a hoof and tossing her head. "Me Peanut, not Molly. HEEE-HAWW!" She turned to a pile of hay, munching contentedly. Who would have said that that tamed donkey was once a girl that loved doing schoolyard antics?
"She’s gone, isn’t she? Like she was born a donkey." Harper shivered. Samantha’s black muzzle lowered. "She’s always been a donkey inside. Now it’s just... complete. HEEE-HAWW!" Harper’s bray slipped out, unbidden, and she shook her head.
"We can’t let her pull us down too", Kaitlin said. "We have to fight it. She’s not Molly anymore—she’s Peanut. But we’re still us, right? We will not let our asinine impulses dominate us"
“HEEEE-HAWWW!" Peanut brayed again and trotted to lick a salt block.
Two months later, Harper began to falter. Once a vain, capricious girl who adored her piano lessons and flaunted her beauty, she’d resisted the Pleasure Island’s curse longer than Molly. But Peanut’s constant brays gnawed at her resolve. One morning, as they hauled wheat under the farmer’s whip, Harper stopped mid-step, her ears drooping.
"I can’t control mysel...HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW! HEEEE-HAWW!", Harper brayed.
"Harper, what’s wrong?" Samantha asked, her voice strained as she pulled a cart beside her. Harper’s brown eyes glistened with tears. "I can’t... I can’t keep pretending. HEEEEE-HAWWW!" Her bray echoed through the stable, loud and raw, shaking the wooden beams.
Kaitlin rushed to her side, nudging her flank. "Biscuit—no, Harper! Don’t give up! Remember your violin, your music!" Harper shook her head, her voice breaking.
"No violin, Kaitlin. Just hay... just running... HAWW- HEEEEE! I want it—I can’t stop wanting it!" She stomped a hoof, tears streaming down her furry cheeks.
"Harper, please!" Samantha begged, her black coat bristling. "You’re stronger than this! Don’t let Peanut drag you down!"
"Ebony, it’s too late. My head’s full of donkey thoughts—eating, sleeping, kicking, mating... HEEEEE-HAWWW! I can’t fight it anymore! I’m Biscuit the ass... HEEEEE-HAWWW!" Harper brayed lifting her head, hay dangling from her lips." She turned to the hay pile, her muzzle diving in as Peanut joined her: "HEEE-HAWW!"
"Look away, Kaitlin," Samantha whispered, her voice cracking. "She’s slipping." But Kaitlin couldn’t.
"Harper, say your name! Say it!" Kaitlin cried
Harper’s eyes dulled, the spark of her human pride extinguished. Harper brayed nonstop with Peanut, a full donkey in mind and soul, her past as a beautiful girl lost forever.
Samantha held on for six months, clinging to memories of her playful childhood and her beloved cat. But Peanut and Biscuit’s relentless brays wore her down. One afternoon, while plowing the fields, she lost control.
"HEEEEE-HAWWW!" Samantha brayed, kicking the air, her mind blank for a moment.
"Samantha, stop! You’re still you!", Kaitlin stared, horrified.
"I tried," Samantha panted, shaking her black mane. "It just came out... HAWW! I almost stopped it."
"Don’t give in! You’re not Ebony yet!" Kaitlin nudged her. “Remember that you’re a human being.”
"I don’t want to be a real ass, Kaitlin. But it’s so hard..." Samantha’s voice trembled.
Weeks later, the four donkeys went to the village carrying sacks of flour to be sold. While Mr. Nielsen waited for buyers, a burly male donkey passed by. Samantha’s eyes glazed over.
"HEEEE-HAWW!" Samantha greeted, her muzzle sniffing him instinctively. "What am I doing?" she thought, but her body moved closer.
Samantha tried to walk away, but she was actually flattered that the jackass had caught his attention. The male donkey stared at her with his dull black eyes.
"You like me, don’t you, big fella?" Samantha brayed, grinning. " I must confess you’re handsome... I’m a donkey too, so why not... HEEEEE-HAWWW?"
Biscuit charged in, nipping her flank:
"HAWW! HAWW! HAAAAWWW! He’s mine!" Biscuit brayed at Samantha. Biscuit had also been attracted to the jackass and she didn't want him to notice Samantha, but instead she wanted him to notice her.
"HEEEEE-HAWWW!" Samantha snapped, biting Biscuit’s haunches. "I’m the leader! He’s mine!"
"Samantha, stop! What’s wrong with you?" Kaitlin intervened.
"HEEEEE-HAWWW! I’m Ebony, not Samantha! Strong, leader—HEEEE-HAAWWWW!" Samantha started bucking as a true beast.
"No, Samantha!" Kaitlin cried. "You’re gone too!" Ebony puffed out her chest:
"HAWWW-HEEE! I’m a jenny, and I want male!", brayed Samantha, now as Ebony the ass.
Peanut just watched the scene without doing anything, somehow satisfied that her companions were now behaving like real asses.
“Please! Come back Samantha,” Kaitlin shouted. But that only caused Ebony to now bray loudly at her to get out of the way, since she was now between her and the jack. Biscuit and Kaitlin backed off, cowed by Ebony’s dominant bray.
So, Ebony pointed her rear directly towards the jackass. It didn’t take long for the jack to rest his front legs upon Ebony’s back.
“PleeeeeHAAAW! Make me a proud donkey!” Ebony brayed.
The male donkey made several poorly aimed jabs with his cock, bumping into her bottom, against her tail, before finally meeting with her genitals. The jack slowly slid the length of his cock into Ebony.
“HAWWWW” Ebony moaned as the jack humped his jenny, She let out contented brays, brought on by the pleasure of coitus. Kaitlin tried to look away, but she could still hear. While Biscuit watched the event filled with jealousy.
When the jack was finished, he deposited his seed inside of Ebony and uncoupled from her. By the time Kaitlin had looked back Ebony had become a full Jenny, her once gentle, rebellious human spirit faded, replaced by a proud, animal mind.
Kaitlin resisted a month, whispering nightly: "I’m Kaitlin, not Apple. I remember my mother, my books..." But Peanut, Ebony, and Biscuit’s brays surrounded her.
"HEEEEE-HAWWW!" they greeted the farmer, and Kaitlin trembled.
"I won’t be like them!" Kaitlin fought every urge, every bray that bubbled in her throat.
One moonlit night, as they worked late in the fields, the trio of jennies brayed in chorus: "HEEEEE-HAWWW! HEEE-HAWW!" Kaitlin’s ears twitched.
"Well… why not?" Kaitlin murmured. "Just for a bit... it sounds fun." She joined: "HEEEEE-HAWWW!" Her first bray erased her human manners. "HEEEE-HAWW!" took her school last lessons. "HEEEEE-HAWWW!" wiped her name. "Stop, Kaitlin!" she gasped, but it was too late: "HEEE-HAWW! I’m Apple!"
Her eyes dulled, and she trotted with the others, braying joyfully: "HEEEEE-HAWWW!" The last human thought—her resolve—vanished, leaving only a complete ass.
"HEEE-HAWW! HEEE-HAWW! HEEE-HAWW!"