He smiles a odd donkey grin as his maleness stands out rigid and erect for duty. He looks at you as new equine passions remove what humanity remained in this changing head. While a group on dancers watch and laugh he moves over his mate's rump and ever so slowly presses into the warm moist lips of your donkey sex. As the huge blunt head of his new organ parts yours dripping once used sex. The thought once again comes into your mind. "But I'm a guy." Even as it is denied by his acts, glancing down you watch the fat springy pole of his dark organ slip into the slit of your tight new sex.
"This can't be happening I just came in here for...for..." But you can't remember what it was that brought you here. Sighing deeply in frustration your mind is inthralled by the hoardy scent of raw equine sex that fill the air about you. You feel...you need... you hunger...it is all consuming. Suddenly you realize this is wnat you desire...it must be why you came in here you smelled this male and wanted him... wanted him to... And then there is only the pleasure of the moment the joy of being rutted!