Head shaking, body nervous, chills rattle down your spine, odd sensations couple with even stranger of reactions; you would have smiled for thinking of mating a female, instead your upper lips curls up, turning itself as inside-out.
A whisking tail sweeps across what until moments ago set buried between two muscular buns. Now it is in the open air, puckered plump and with the tail touching it, the sensations coming from it help to make one eager to realize the full affect of what it is to be a animal, a donkey, and a stud.
Weird and yet an assertive feeling invades your being, you sense a urgency to want for arousing this animal you into a sense of passion. "Passion," no what you feel is so far beyond a want for passion and intimacy with this donkey jennet standing before your nostrils; your body stiffens as so does your now mighty shaft.
Horrified of the sensation coming out the sheath down below, your maleness is something like many men wish for but cannot have!
Extended, the libido you have then as a donkey jack is impressive to you as it would be to anyone watching. You raise the hefty thing, boinking it to your furry belly and this making it feel all the wilder.
Another stout whiff of the equally aroused female donkey has your maleness at such a state of ready you think the head of it might burst. Shivers and wiggles send you to rise again almost in the human upright stance. You take a step forward and feel the aching end of that steel hard rod touch the furry rump of the eager jennet.
A woeful bray comes from your mouth, even through clenched teeth as you strain to pull your bulk body into a proper position for blindly feeling and finding that what before your hands might of acted as your guidance.
Forelegs straddling the flanks of the jennet, she looking back at you, she braying with urgency to you to get on with it, and quell her feelings and yours.
Rocking and inching forward over her back, your shaft and its trumpet bulbous shaped end meet everything but where you know it should go!
The sudden sensation of a fur-less hand coming to touch, gripping, and then guiding your maleness to that righteous hot spot; you turn to eye back at the person, seeing it is a donkey-girl from the bar. You feel a sense of admiration toward her giving you a helping hand on your first ever copulation as a donkey and with a donkey. Her hand slides along the length of your donkey male shaft. The feel of her hand on you gives a calculating mind an idea of just how much girth and length your changing added to make you worthy enough as being a farm stud.
Donkey eyes close as the sensation of your new length sends waves of wild animal joy into a mind becoming willing every minute to give up, give in, and let go your thinking of you ever being human again. Rich wealth of sensations from being furry, naked, and without the concern for human social morals; you are just as you and all else must come under your domination, or so you begin to think!
Then comes that moment, when all of what you know you lost seems minimized when compared to the male freedom you know is yours by becoming a donkey "Jack" stud. In your bulbous head of that shaft does slip, spreading her opening and realizing the heat she knows, her own body sending waves of want so enthralling she could not ignore it.
Inching forward the shaft peeks inside the vaginal opening of this your first jennet mating. The hand that was so helpful is not there, not needed then, as the jennet is grasping on your maleness, her vaginal muscles helping to swallow every inch of the twenty inches of aching donkey male shaft.
Sweat beads on your face, your cheeks are coated in a building lather of equine perspiration. Urgency of the moment and from all you feel is making a sweat stud out of a normally calm male human. She too you can smell is sweating, as much in a lather for the sexual sensations as are you. Together, two animals coupling and mated, the ritual of sensual thrusting begins, as panic builds and then, "Oh Wow and whoppy," you feel it boiling in your lions, roaring along the tube, traveling down that length of shaft and the end of your pecker spews out a massive load of juices and sticky pearls all of hope to find their own mate.
The thrill wanes, the heat of the moment chills and without as much of the thrusting and play you had anticipated, she moves out from uder you, you drop to all fours, your maleness shrinking as that rich moment of sexual bliss seems to drift off into the oblivion of dank donkey thoughts.