My many thanks for your thoughts and concerns, I do my utmost to guide and entertain.
Yet I feel there is a failure in my presentation of what it is to be a donkey and live much as would a common animal.
Daily chores and the scent of willing females do to me what those who had me change would will a donkey stud to do and think. I work hard, pulling my weight and with every day, I feel and can see my donkey form growing, building muscle, and maturing in my ideals toward wanting to mate.
One suspects the real reason they degrade a human to being as some brute beast is for the mating purpose of adding to and increasing the animal population.
Yet in addition, as the many that come here and changed, what is the purpose for having hundreds of new animals made every season?
I make note of some who come as young and recently transformed animals. They work hard for about a month and then leave, just as they had matured and become then stout of muscle and worthy to haul a heavy carriage.
I consider my own situation, as the number of mares and jennets I have as mates marks the passing of time. Then I ponder the change of seasons, spring and its warmth, summer and the annoying flies, and then the chilly dampness of fall and then locked in a stinking barn all winter long.
Oddly and maybe not, but the daily manners of living as a carriage donkey tend to make what is distasteful to people, a rare delight to us who are as animals.
Then comes those foolish people, those who in some deprived and or perverted fantasy would think that they might earn a bit of transformation by coming into my stall, taunting me sensually, and then fondling my shaft they would suck it dry. Praise be, if that such doings were so simple a task to win those their ultimate desire.
Why me, you would ask, as wondering to what purpose those who changed us to be as we are would allow me the ability to communicate as I do?
To this, I have a likely theory, but I can think my thoughts and transmit them into the degrading minds of those around me. Even with some concentration, I can affect the stable groomsman and have him do my will. I often try without success to work my ways upon the carriage driver, wanting to stop us for a rest or watering; but try as I might the harness and bit in my mouth do dominate me.
I have much time to think and wonder, pondering how some of these foolish people would wish to shuck their humanity and personal freedom, wishing and wanting to be as some animal. Imagine that some hundred years ago men in the armies fought and killed tens of thousands for the right to make all men free, removing slavery, and then, then; they come here and want, ask, and or plead to become as animals, enslaved, and worked as if they were property.
This baffles me something awful, but what is worse maybe even more is some wish to be as low and vile as wanting to be and live as sow and swine.
Now being a donkey is not anything close to living in heaven but it is somewhat better than wallowing in your own mire.
Oh true, quite so that we here in our stall will on occasion drop a pile and then forgetting it, will lie down to sleep and roll over the heap. I have done it, and likely, you as well, it will happen, as they say!
My understanding of the language causes me some ability to turn my big ears and cocking them can listen to conversations. I had one when we by chance stopped in front of Circe’s House of Sensations, where they tickle a man's fancy until his sense and humanity does vanish.
Often I hear of those who would find our living of life as distasteful, disdaining us our one true delight, and this being the ability to mate.
"Knot and Mount syndrome," I believe is what some call it, but they are fooling themselves!
Daring and bold I should admit to finding my endeavors as a stud animal something similar to making love as when I was a human. We made love out of the feeling for passion and of wanting love. Yet there were those I knew quite well that thought of females as something made for the domination by men. They would wine and dine them into some stupor, and when silly those vile men acted upon those women as worse than a boar hog horning in his shaft into a sow.
As what we think of a simple and proper reason for increasing our numbers, renewing the breed, and giving us some sense of honor; there are those who would think we should just stand and be very prim, proper, and exceedingly moral.
But my friend, morality is a part of human social society, although there are many who disdain this and practice the our immoral and minimalistic ways as if they were above us somehow by just being human.
I say, living flesh is just that and being we are as animals justifies us to act and breed as would we if born this way!
I am sorry for getting upset my friend, please do not back away so, and stay near as I am not mad or crazy, but being as logical as one can having spent now more than two years as this donkey stud.
Please, while you can still think and have the mental ability to ask and wonder, do tell, please inform me of your aberrations concerning the living of life as you are now like I, a Donkey.