Either way I make the old hag rich by my sexual delights. Pondering the offers one outstanding fact hits home, time. The length of time I'd spend being a sexual stud and using my pleasure to aid her farm would be my death. How could any male human even think or want to become human again after five, ten or more years as a stud. I know, I know I'd be better off as either animal but in so doing I'd help her!
I came here with the stupid idea of having the fantasy of being a donkey for a day. The foolish anger I exibited as she held back the sensual prize now made me wonder about my sanity. I thought quietly for several minutes till the woman lost her cool.
"Answer me now, you damn fool or the blade will make it's mark on that body!" she screamed.
Reaching my donkey face to almost touch her's I scream a bray of defiance. Again and again I scream bray after bray and show my bucky block teeth.
The old woman looked at the stable groom and said, "I don't believe it but he doesn't want any deal! You stupid fool human, a donkey is what you are and as such the beast you shall remain. I am disgusted that pride of yours has taken the wrong path. As a Highland stud you could have been great! A king in a proud herd of fance animals, at stud for your entire life! Ten years would have been a vacation from humanity while still enjoying the biggest cock around. Think fool ten years at stud, why by the end of that time I doubt any male would even want to be human again. All the morals, working yourself to death, and being stuck with only one mate instead to hundreds, dumb! My poor stupid friend, even a stud male donkey would get you back to the human lifestyle in five years. No, but no you want to be Mister Toughguy and show me what's for! I've been a witch for longer than you have been alive! I see men and their male thoughts as dreams of fools. You are more than just a fool, I see a plan to upset my plans working in that mind."
Walking now in circles about my tied down body she reaches a hand over to stroke my back from the tail up to my withers.
I looked over my shoulder to see the groom smile and knod his head in agreement. The old woman walks to faace me once more and smiles with evil intents.
"A little change in plans is due for such a toughy as you." Reaching into her leather pouch tied to a belt about the waist. A hand comes forth with white crystals mixed in powder and with a breathe blows the mixture into my donkey face.
The world seems upside down as sight blurr's worse than it was and I feel as if floating in air.
"Zazza woo, zazza you, zaaza is as I deem to be! Need your most inner desires will be the driving need for your life. Body is a zazza says, you are now the perfect shape. Know yourself, remember your life, driven now by the beastial instincts for sex and sex alone! Drives, lust, desires, needs, the only thought you can think about is seeking the pleasure of sex. Sexual drives makes lust to dominate, as desires build into a need so great that nothing will stand in your way and live unless you, you, you get that sex! Wild your need for to mate! Unceasing is the desire for sex! Day and night the lust for mounting is the reason you eat and gain strength. Anyone holding you back from this need must die, kill, you must destroy them. The need to procreate in now overwhelming, try, plan, scheme, any way you can, any risk is not too great. Now stand, graze gain strength, the arena soon will call your title and they, them those evil creatures are holding you back from the one need, sex!" her words burned into my brain and soul as if drilled in and screwed into place.
Huffing, snorting, flicking my tail to and fro I blink my eyes and see her standing as my only hope to meet my need for sex.
The groom smiles at the witch as she clips a rein to the brass ring in my nose. Now we walk to the pasture's gate and as it latches shut I understand her plans for me now! The master of his kingdom I am but a bull with dozens of cows. Her words fill my brain with desire and lust to dominate. The one word which for some reason instills the need to rush and mount more and more is, arena!
"Maam what shall we do with him?" asked the stable groom.
"Give him two days with the cows and I'll have him sold to the Texas Wild West Rodeo, he should make an impressive buul for those fools to ride." she answered as I walked with tail swinging and bull cock ready.