Chris knew he had become more a beast than being an animal of form. He felt wild urges he could barely fathom, but from the raw sensations of mating donkey-equine style, his greater passions seemed to suggest his future looked brightest by him being a stud animal. Although he knew he had become equine by seeing they who he mounted and mated, his knowledge of what he became as was had its limiting factors.
When Chris finished with his wild-urge endeavors of mating his last mare, when he stepped back and let his cock slide free from her hot depths, he stood and looked over his furry shoulder at his past and newer owner.
Braying was all Chris could muster to suggest of what he thought or felt. He understood words said, and relished the suggestion of him being a brute stud male for some fifteen years or more. Down deep he knew what he had lost, and felt saddened, but not for him as much for they who he would never see again, his parents, and friends. His cock hung limp but chilled by the warm breeze drying the vaginal slime that coated his cock from crown end to his sheath lips.
A realization was forming in his addled smaller donkey brain, as Chris began to think of his future and the reason for living as only for the feelings of mating with brute female animals. As his last mate was as much a brute animal, her hot vagina gripping his cock, milking him and it for every drop of his semen. He would admit if he could how much his bigger donkey balls ached from having bred three times, with three mares, and after he dropped free his sense of lust for having sex did not decrease. His mind and body were for use of sexual copulating with female equines, and nothing he could think of seemed a more worthy venture.
Swinging his weight tail, the leathery skin worked to message his equine black donut of an anus, tickling as it taunted him to want for becoming more the donkey animal and less the human person he was!
When donned with a head halter and rein clipped to it, the woman took her prize stud donkey as her possession.
It was then that the thought struck Chris harshly, as much he was a free born man, he had become a virtual slave by becoming as is an animal used for its sexual ability.
Historic information from many years of schooling reminded a degrading mind of black people taken by Dutch slaver ships from where they had homes, and taken by brute force to a land where their very lives were worth less than that of a strong donkey. The thought of his becoming wholly enslaved to his donkey loins and lust angered Chris, but his anger was due to his self liking what he was by being a donkey animal. As she led him to a waiting stock hauling trailer, his cock swung, slapping at his furry flanks. Chris knew where she was taking him, but his loins, his big donkey balls were more in control of his reasons for living, than was his learned mind.
The woman chuckled when she ties the rein to the steel ring there in the trailer, as next came a very aroused and horny donkey jennet, she at the peak of estrus, had her vulva weeping of vaginal juices, the rank scent there tucked snug to the nostrils of Chris. He smelled her need and felt his cock stiffen but the rein tied kept him from mounting the needy female. He would during the traveling to the Mule farm find his lingering human mentality as fading, becoming wholly bestial, and he essentially from that day to when he died was as a male donkey!!!
In due time others having become like was Chris would find their fates similar, as only the strong of willed beings would retain their wits while being donkeys for what ails their lust.