The grooming session was heavenly. The large-handed man managed to do everything right, from brushing Marcia's fur right to washing the blonde hair atop her head to buffing her hooves until they shone in the light.
"Alright, Miss Caldwell," her groomer said as he opened the stall and have her a sharp pat on the behind to urge her out, "You're all finished. What do you think?"
She examined herself in a mirror designed to reflect her entire body at once, turning a few times to get a complete picture.
"I look gorgeous," she answered, more pleased to be a donkey than before. It felt good, it looked good, and it even smelled good, though she wasn't sure if that was due to her altered olfactory senses or not. She had a difficult time thinking of words to express her satisfaction, so instead she let off an exuberant bray and a toothy grin.
Kim had finished some time prior, and not particularly surprising when Marcia thought about it. Even when performing a sexual act, Kim was all business, so it was no shock that Kim wouldn't slow down for pleasantries after a donkey equivalent of a spa treatment.
This left Marcia on her own, naturally. She stepped outside the grooming chamber and out into the hallway. Donkeys roamed the halls, chatting, flirting, some engaging in heavier forms of affection, but one thing she noticed was that the boat was staffed exclusively by humans. The humans were there to serve on the donkeys! Marcia couldn't help but find amusement at that.
"Excuse MEE-HAW-EE-HAW! Excuse me," she said to a crewman standing guard, "When are we scheduled to arrive?"
"Another hour, ma'am. Feel free to explore the boat in the meantime."
But where is she to go?