Stella tried to climb down the ladder, but her jenny body was unable to step on the ladder rungs. FLOP, and a cloud of dust as she fell with all her jenny ass weight.
Luck was with her and nothing got broken. Rolling to stand she walked cautiously down the dank dark tunnel. The tunnel was narrow and not made for a plump donkey.
A light ahead, she entered a room with a high ceiling and of all things a skylight window. This allowed her to see around the large room, even with donkey vision.
Potions, remedes, and scrolls with long curses sat on shelves along three sides of the room.
Stella, scared to be where she had fallen to strained to read the labels. Donkey that she was much to the writing had little meaning in a donkey mind. Finally she saw a bucket full of a remede. The name on the side was in big letters, "MAREE HAPPY" atleast she could read this one.
Picking up the bucket with it's lift ring in her teeth, Stella set it on a round table in the middle of the room.
The bucket seemed full of wheat, odd but if it helps me get out of being a donkey it for me. Poking her muzzel in the bucket she began to munch the tart grain.
As she ate a feeling of strength and calm passed through her body. The more she ate the better she felt. Standing back she looked down to see if she had hands yet.
Nope, she had hoofs, although they were larger and more smooth that before. Her tail felt suddenly silky and not as boney. Turning to see a refined high set silky horse tail swished over her now white behind.
Stella's brown donkey fur was gone and now she had pure white all over her body. Walking in circles she spoted a mirror tucked into a corner.
The view was striking and gave Stella a equine thrill. Looking back was a pure white Arabian mare. Smooth, sleek of well refined horse form she turned to admire her new sexy horse form.
"Even though I wished to be back in my human self, this is a pleasure I can really enjoy, she thought."
Looking for a way out she pushed open a door that she smelled fresh air coming around. Walking through, swinging her silky tail she entered a corral.
The day was bright and she felt so alive and wanted to feel and enjoy being a mare. Suddenly a sense of someone, she turned her head and saw Ken the strange all male mule. He was black as sin and his eyes burned with lust. She spied his mule cock hung out straight with desire.
"He must have mautured after having sex with more than twenty donkeys and or mares in the Livery Stable." He was a monster, his cock was five inches around and two feet long, yet mule sex was not what Stella had longed and hoped to enjoy.