I'm led down a hallway to what looks to be a holding corral for new donkeys. A kick to my rump and I trot into the ring. I peer at the others as they too are trying to come into realization with beastial feelings and donkey instincts.
Some have come to terms with their new form of life and have found willing females who are in the throats of animal passion. A jeering man stands to one side urging the new donkey's to mount and quickly finish their transformations.
My will is holding fast and walking in circles I watch others but as yet feel no desire to bury my cock deep in a black skinned cunt. I'm content till the wild feeling of some wet tongue slurps at my sheath.
The very wet touch brings on instinctive passion and all my human fortitude is drained. My cock moves out ready to serve my inner desires and the females own lust. She offers me her winking black flesh and a tail raised high in expectation.
I prance about eager to sink into the tunnel of love and own my first jenny. Snorting and shaking my great head I bounce aboard her loving rump and inch ever closer to the moment of passion.