Color, I missed the true color of sight. The shades of brown, greens, roan red, all now appeared as an old fashion movie is grades to gray and black. Yet my sight was not the most used sense in the furry form. One's nostrils tell more to a Donkey than the view.
Standing amoung those cute but downright horney jennies ones sight of them was not what told you they were planning to do. The scents wafted into the air read like a book in the beastial mind. I found myself listening to two trails of thoughts. One the me that walked off the Ferry just yesterday, and the one that presses me to do things which a human might consider a little queer.
Having lived a short life as a human for twenty years which after one evening seems like it was a thousand years ago. Hopes, thoughts, desires, wants, now all seem as a far gone plan that never worked out. Now, now is now and I stand here rich with health and having the virility of a stud male animal. I'm surounded my lusting females who now are not affraid of showing their sexual intent openly and anywhere it pleasures them to do so. Oh but I myself feel all the more open in my actions. Thinking back to the walk up the street as if when human I'd sit in the middle of the street and bang off till the thrill sprewed out, not likely!
Oh my friends I look back on that time, I was so content, so calmed, so free of spirit. I had the desire to make of myself whateven I could as the form would allow and nobody, no boss, manager, government, people, of others would stand in my way, except of course the farmer who owner me.
Free and all the time to do anything at all, but now my presence is requested. I have five jennies all taking turns licking my still erect hanging cock. I sigh at the ponderous thought of five more mountings before breakfast, but if we start right now maybe we could fit in a few replays as well.