Becky was not too bright and watching me become a breeder goat pushed her close to madness. Then as the realization of having oral sex with a stinken satyr, she turned inward and became terrified.
I'm sure she watched the dark brown fur cover her once slinder form. Toes and fingers grew and rounded to form hoofs. Legs that beconned young men to there fate, now worked well for farm livin'. As body grew and neck lengthened she became a donkey jennet.
As the afternoon grew hot Mr. Rosco came with eight tired sweating donkies. "Need a fresh team Bob, called the fat red coated coach driver. Take number five there, send him to the slaughter house he's worn out and no good for work."
Much kicking and braying Bob removed ole' number five to a waiting pen. "Guess you shoulda' done as I said and ate better, you'll make good lion feed by tomorrow, said Bob to a shaking donkey."
"Mr. Rosco we have a new volunteer, she pretty and willing. She's in stall 'A' and you can have her tomorrow after the vet say's she's fit."
Becky stood naked to the world a fine female donkey. Looking at her new master in his large red coat, riding boots, and top hat. She brayed a hello and gawked back in silence.
"Bob, she's very fit, I'll take her tomorrow. Has she been bred yet?"
Becky's head and ears popped up in the thought of being mated as a donkey.
"Not yet Rosco, she just finished changing the minute you arrived."
"Well I only want her once her sex drive is in low gear, have her mated with number five. At least that old donkey can have some fun before he croaks, said the coach driver."
Bob walking over took Becky the new number five of the morning donkey crew to see the past number five. The old male donkey was fully human minded yet and looked forward to some raw sex with a tight new virgina. The two donkies were braying at each other as the pen gate swung shut.
"Enjoy, one is the last and one is the first of many, Bob said walking away to give privacy to the love birds."
Becky brayed in fear as number five brayed for excitement. Trotting in circles experiance won out and Becky found a 500 pound donkey poking at her pussy.
"Off of me you bastard, she thought but bray after bray was heard."
Number five having done this before held it straight and stiff till his flared gland felt warm, moistness, at which he pelvicly thrust in and deep. Buried up to the base to his donkey sheath he began to enjoy. Thrusting savagely and in absolute lust of the moment gave Becky something to moan and groan.
Becky still very human in morale thought continued to be disgusted. Yet as moments turned to minutes and then after twenty minutes she lowered her head in submission and pushed back against the plunging rod.
The stud came to organism once then twice and on and on till they had been locked in sexual fantacy for over and hour.
"Hey stud, called Bob, I want her mated not filled to the brim."
Number five looked toward Bob and went back to enjoying his last good jenny.
Becky looked to Bob and brayed for help and release from the sex mania she had experianced.