Two donkeys are pushed into stalls at the Laredo Livery Stable. Each looks at the other and give a rough bray. The sounds to their voices stops their personal cries of terror. Only hours before two young 20 year old's walked off the ferry to find their best sexual conquest.
Friends since their early years they travelled everywhere. The magazine which advertised Pleasure Island still well remembered as they stomp hooves while tied into the stall. One reddish haired donkey remembers the slogan, "The place to let your animal self be your guide!" Even at the thought of the article a male donkey' is aroused and his new black cock drops from his sheath as it becomes erect. Donkey passion mixed with human memories brings on a session of masterbation.
A sandy brown haired donkey watches his life long friend begin a changed lifestyle. Softly he bray's at his friend to think of human desires and stop wagging his massive donkey cock. His brays go unheeded as the reddish donkey begins to eject cum over the straw in his stall. Soon as he jerks his hind quarters thick globs of semen spew from his rock hard cock. Conjealed globs now cling to his forelegs and around his hoofs.
A Caretaker calls to the stable manager to come and watch the reddish haired donkey lose his human self to the animal lusts. "It's a sight I never get tired of watching, said the Island Caretaker."
"I think the sandy colored one has much greater mental powers than his partner. It was less now than an hour since he was fully changed to his donkey self. Since that short of time he has accepted his animal state and has become calm and ready to enter his beastial life, said the smiling Caretaker."
The stable manager just looked at the large man. "You think a person becoming a donkey is neat, hmmmm? Well I for one think of my job here as a job! This is not neat and for most of those poor bastards they get a year of being at stud and then pull their guts out hauling garbage wagons and stage coaches for the next twenty plus years. I feel sorry for those that come here and never leave till we send the carcus out for burial."
The sandy haired donkey began to bray and kick his hind legs into the air.
"You may go back to your duties, Caretaker! I will handle these donkeys and see to their medical exams and the paper trail for their new lives, said the stern looking manager."
The Caretaker gone a kind stable manager walks close to the sandy colored donkey. Sweating and snorting the donkey oggles his new master and now owner.
"Calm my young friend, be very calm! I will help you keep your mindset and memories intact. If you stand calmly without making donkey sounds, kicking, or get sexual thoughts, you may retain your complete human mind. The donkey beast which your body has become will not be able to rearange your mind if for a period of three hours you don't act and give in to the beastial nature. Your partner has lost much of his previous life's memories as he masterbated. Sex and lust bring the animal instincts out. They are powerful and easily remove human thought, human will, and replace them with a lusting passion."
The sandy colored donkey listens and calms down. The stable flies start milling around licking his donkey sweat. Soon a thick swarm of flies are liteing on his face, flanks, butt, and tickling a furry sheath. The young man's mind fights the primal desire to flick his tail and wiggle the equine skin.
The stable manager sprays insect repellant over his body and the flies leave to inflect their attention on a reddish haired donkey.