Judy stood hobbled and greased up for a session of mounting delight. Phil brayed as he realised her situation and begged her to break and run. Who could tell what mixture of thoughts and feelings she was to experiance in the minutes ahead. Shaking of either fear or anticapation her Donkey self stood tail held high and lips of equine sex winking as a beacon for the male to spot.
Phil was causing such a racket that the scientist was totally distracted. Grumpy he unhobbled Judy and lead her and Phil to a large box stall in the Experiment Department stables.
Judy stood shaking of the fear from her moment of beastial truth. As then Phil feeling ever so much wishing to comfort her began to instinctivly nickker his muzzel along her shoulders and flanks.
As Judy calmed down, now Phil was catching her phermones and getting a wild passion. A building desire of Donkey passion was beginning to bring memories of their sexual romp in the field. As Judy hung her head in a relaxed pose Phil's Donkey brain suggested she was showing her submission to his dominant advance.
As Phil stood with upper lip curled drinking in the heady scent of Judy's Donkey vulva dripping of impassion fear. A bonce of forelegs and aboard he stood ready for his pleasure at hand.
Judy was not of a mind for fun right now and tried to step away from the pushy mate. Phil brayed a course bray as if to warn her not to move. The sound of their play had alerted the scientist who came running.
In seconds a lip vise was whenched onto Phil's lip and he was dragged off the prize jenny. A struggle of men against passion struck Donkey insued. The beast had procreation or just plain sex on his weakened mind. Yet mind overcame muscle and Phil was soon tied fast in a small stall to enjoy some hay and a rusty bucket of water.
Judy stood calm as her mark of sex was not on the agenda for tonight.
Back at home their was Hell to pay, where is Judy?