Georgia threw the pail on the ground with a thud and pulled the creaky waterspout open. Water gushed out from the faucet, browner in color than the bucket the Grant's gave her to use. The bucket they gave her was rusting away, the handle had broken from use long ago. It was so bad if you tried to clean it up using electrolysis (look it up) then it'd probably just fully dissolve. She was impressed the pail didn't turn to dust just from the weight of the water. When she tried to pick it up the water sprinkled out of the bottom like a watering can.

    She wouldn't be in this mess if it hadn't been for what happened yesterday. Georgia was the farm's top ranch hand, and she was particularly good at keeping their show horses in check. Feeding them, leaving them out for walks, the whole jazz. One of their best was a beautiful Clydesdale mare named Rhubarb. Her owners, the Grant family, put extra care in letting Georgia know to not let harm come her way.

    Unfortunately, yesterday, bright and early in the morning, Georgia left the wrong gate open. Rhubarb got out of her stable, and went buck wild. She started throwing herself everywhere, and landed over by the fence blocking the cows from the rest of the farm. And of course it was electric, Georgia's luck wouldn't have it any other way. Eventually she wound up tangling herself in the electric fence, and she was found dead.

    It took hours to cut out the horse from the barbed wire, and Georgia was given all the blame. The Grant's, rather than decide to fire her on the spot, extended a kindness out to her in the form of a much worse fate; cleaning duty. The family had a working donkey, Caesar. He was the largest equine on the farm, and so he was constantly working. He'd be moving crates and pushing plows, working up a sweat and getting all kinds of dirty.

    Georgia hated working with him, he was about as stubborn as you'd imagine and lazy too. Most days she could rely on finding him laying down in his stable rolling around in god-knows. When she was told about her job for the foreseeable future, she rightfully was disgusted. It was not like she could do anything about it, but it didn't stop her from complaining the entire time.

    She carefully rushed over to the stables and slammed the pail down to try and prevent any more water from seeping out. Before her soft blue eyes could take in what she was about to see her nose whiffed in the horrible stench. It was awful, like a garbage factory had been the target of an arsonist who just so happened to be a skunk. The stench was almost solid, Georgia could have cut through it using a butter knife. Naturally, standing in the middle of the stables in the "cloud" of smells was Caesar.

    Georgia, despite being a farming girl, wasn't much for gross things. She loved horses and reading about them, watching them race, and caring for them. But as for the whole "animalistic" part of horses, she couldn't stand it. She kept herself tidy, she cleaned the overalls she wore over her white t-shirt every day after work. She combed her light blonde hair that flowed down her sides, and she even shined the working boots she wore whenever she got a chance. She kept herself in shape and looked beautiful too, a stunning hourglass figure with perky breasts and a pretty large ass.

    Now juxtaposed to Caesar, she was a Disney princess standing next to a dumpster fire. His fur was matted and gray, he was never brushed so his coat at this point was more of a rug than hair. He was taller and bigger than most other donkeys with a larger gut. From what Georgia could tell he was also rather old and may even be missing a few teeth. He was lethargic, whenever a fly would land on his back his tail would only wave to and fro instead of whipping it away. And there was some kind of white stuff dripping from underneath him, pooling in the mix of mud and whatever else underneath his body. She tried not to think about where it was coming from, she had one pretty good guess and she'd rather not think about that. 

    And here he was, just waiting to be bathed by yours truly. Georgia pulled the bucket closer in, plugging her nose with one hand. She looked down at the floor below, made entirely of the worst mud you could think of. She resisted, but eventually got down on her knees and pulled out a brush from her front pocket. Steady as she could she would dip the brush in the water and try desperately to gain ground in brushing away the matting in the donkey's hair. Eventually, she gave up on using one hand to brush and took to using both her hands, leaving her nose totally exposed to the elements now.

    The smell left much to be desired. Caesar clearly hadn't been cleaned in a long while, and was left smelling like garbage. All the odors of the farm had latched onto the poor soul, like a graveyard of stench. Georgia knew what she was going into, which is why she would have wore her best perfume out today, Cherry Rose Sunset. Unfortunately for her and all else involved (AKA just her), her last bottle dried up the day before. If a certain horse hadn't killed herself, maybe she would have had time to go to the closest ULTA Beauty and pick up another.

    Instead she fought valiantly, brushing away as hard as she could. His fur was literally the grossest, she could feel the fleas crawling onto her fingers. They were leaving bite marks all across the length of her arm, ruining her skin. Why did she even need to keep this job? At this point this is less work and more torture.

    Finally, after all of her hard work, she did it...





    She BROKE THE FUCKING BRUSH.

    Yeah, that super thick, matted, rat's-ass donkey fur? Broke the brush she was using to comb him. The bristles were wearing thin, sure, it wasn't the greatest brush. But to have it actually break in half in her hand, that was a knife to the chest. 

    Now, here comes the next step. Since clearly his fur coat was no longer an option, she had to move on to cleaning the rest of him. And now that her brush was gone and her options limited, she saw no choice but to use... her hands. She already had to get up close and personal with Caesar, but now she had to actually handle him. The most important parts she needed to clean were his hooves, his face, and his- she didn't want to think about that part.

    She stood next to him and put his hoof in between her thighs, keeping it locked as she worked her fingers in the crevices. She was gentle, not because she cared about him but because she knew if she made a wrong move Caesar would kick her into next July. She made her way to each of his hooves, picking out the dirt and the bugs as she went. She wasn't going to do the whole hoof shaving thing, she wasn't trained and the Grant's weren't going to force her to learn for this. 

    She was grateful she got done with that task quickly, but at the same time it meant that now she'd have to work on this donkey's face. She couldn't say she was excited, but at least she was getting used to the smell. It wasn't as bad as it was, or maybe this was her own version of Stockholm Syndrome. She was being held hostage by this rank stench. Of course it could be she was just distracted, those fleas really left their mark on her hand. She was scratching every chance she could, her whole arm was turning red. And maybe this part was just her, but it felt like these white wiry hairs started to pop up out of her arm. She paid it no mind for now, she was just going crazy from the whole situation. 





    She stared face-to-face with Caesar, she couldn't quite make him out. I mean yeah, he was a donkey, they don't show a lot of emotions on their face. But she could keep her eyes of him for this moment. She couldn't understand how even an animal like this could live so contently in these conditions. She's seen both prize-winning mares and work-horses whale and whine when they don't have their hay. But Caesar? He just seemed to go about his day so calmly, rarely ever getting excited about anything. 

    While Georgia's face stayed still in front of his, looking deep into his coal black eyes, Caesar gave a low bray and then licked her. His long tongue went straight from the bottom of her smooth chin to under her nose and all the way up over her left eye. She paused, her eyes blinked in a mix of confusion, bewilderment, disorientation, and Thesaurus.com. She opened her mouth, but unsure of whether to scream in agony, for her life, or simply shout an explicative. (Un)fortunately for our audience we will never know, as soon as she opened her mouth even slightly Caesar's tongue swooped in for the kill. 

    His tongue plunged deep down her throat, deep enough to get to where her gag reflex normally kicked in. But she just stood there, there was no reflex at all. It felt odd, as if his tongue was almost destined to make its way through her lips. She felt like rearing back, pulling away and spitting onto the ground before running for the hills. But she stayed. His cool lips slowly pushed to hers as his tongue explored deeper, and his smells went from something she despised to almost a desire. She reconsidered everything in that moment, was she wrong about Caesar? Maybe the skunk stench she thought he had was really a blessing in disguise? After all, what's more manly than having a strong musk. And his tongue tasted great too, almost as intoxicating as the stench calling to her from underneath his strong equine body.

    He pulled back suddenly, her throat still agape from the tongue she was swallowing. Caesar looked at her playfully, he turned his head questioningly to the side and his tail wagged gently back and forth.

    Georgia was overwhelmed, by everything. This sudden change in mindset, this whole experience she just had. So overwhelmed she didn't notice the fact that her body seemed to be changing. Her figure was larger than before, her gut starting to poke out from the tightness of her overalls. The furs she noticed before were increasing in number along both her arms, slowly covering her in white. The same furs grew on her legs, scratching against the fabric covering them and leaving her slightly uncomfortable. Her face as well felt some kind of change, though she didn't notice it during her make-out with the donkey. Her face was starting to gently elongate out with her nose flattening and her teeth growing larger and wider. 

    Once her daze ended and she came to some kind of senses, she remembered her next task. The Grant's asked her specifically to wash Caesar's rear end, both underneath his tail and his sheath. It was a tall task, but she could do it. She raised a hand to his face and gave him a gentle pat before moving over behind the stud. She got back down on her knees and lifted up the donkey's tail. If she were a different woman this would be an ugly sight. His asshole puffed out of her rear in an almost cartoonish way, puckering as if to almost wink at her. And the stench, oh god the stench. It was divine. A harsh musk that penetrated her expanded nostrils and made her think on all the time before this moment where she could have instead been behind this brute. 

    She dipped her hand into the pail of water before pausing. Was she this dirty? To use her own hands to massage the ass of a filthy donkey like this? There were flies buzzing around here for god's sake! There was no way she was going to stoop that low. In fact, she needed to stoop lower.

    Her face dived into his ass, her nose clenched tightly in his rim, taking in huge wafts of scent. The musk that seemed to steam from behind him was fully enveloping Georgia's nose. She adjusted herself so that she was almost squatting behind the donkey, it was more comfortable that way. Though she was still feeling the tight constraints of her overalls, so while moving her lips to Caesar's asshole she unbuttoned herself and let her overalls drop off her back, kicking them off. 

    Her legs had now started to morph; as she stood there squatted over her knees began to buckle and shift over, growing into the general shape of the knees on a horse. She was still wearing her white T-shirt and black panties, but a growing tail was starting to peak out from her lower back, lifting up her underwear. Her breasts were starting to shrink as her stomach and chest continued to expand, with two small bumps were forming at her pelvis. The white fur had now enveloped the whole of both her arms. 

    While these changes may sound sudden Georgia didn't notice them. Her mind was both laser focused on her tongue that made slow circles around the donkey-donut in front of her, and yet her mind drifted to fantasizing about what else the mighty Caesar could be doing to her in this moment. Her tongue, now much longer and thicker, dipped periodically into his ass much like how his explored his tongue. If there was any way to clean up the smelly donkey she was tasked with, this was her absolute preferred method. Between the dirt and crud that now covered her face to the mud that her feet were sinking into, that Georgia that was so afraid of getting dirty on a farm was long gone. What was she even scared of? It's just a bit of dirt, it's natural! We all go through, it humans, donkeys, donkeys...

    Caesar brayed and hee-haw'd in a calm excitement as Georgia's tongue dug deeper into his ass. His tail whipped back and forth, occasionally hitting the back of Georgia's head. If she had it her way, Caesar's tail would grip against the back of her head and shove her deeper inside of him, keeping her face locked away forever. Once she felt satisfied with this interaction she pulled her face away, taking in huge gasps while she collected herself. Gasps that has a horse quality to them, almost animalistic.

    She looked back towards Caesar, who looked back at her with the donkey-equivalent of a smile on his face. She grinned with her mouth wide open, exposing the large teeth and gums in her mouth. Her mind was slowing down, her thoughts affixed to her equine lover. Georgia was so lucky to have a man like Caesar in her life, handsome and strong, with a musk that could drive any woman to the brink. With the few thoughts that weren't solely about her man came the realization of her last task from the Grant's; Caesar's sheath.

    Without any hesitation she moved underneath Caesar, her tall furry ears brushing up against his belly. He was still taller than her by quite a bit despite her growth. It didn't take much to crawl between his legs and position herself in front of it, his golden prize. She had seen the horse's penises before of course, you can't be on a ranch like this and not run into a few horses getting frisky. But this was different, what was staring Georgia in the face was a cock. It was long, longer than even the ones she had seen before her face began to morph. It was dripping precum even before she had gotten a taste of it, and her hands were already in between her legs rubbing against the fabric of her panties. The two bumps had now fully formed into two sizable teats, her clit was now much larger than it once was and her pussy and asshole had puffed out much more than they did before. 

    She worked her tongue over the large head of his penis, sucking up the precum that was coming out in large drops. The whole length of his dick had a thin layer of dirtiness to it, but with her thick tongue wrapped around his length it took no time at all to wipe it fully clean. Her tongue dipped in his sheath for a few moments, covering the whole dick in her own spit. It was lubed enough for her to begin the next phase. 

    She took the head of his dick into her mouth, and moved back and forth rhythmically. Caesar brayed in excitement as she worked her way deeper. She wanted it, all of it, all two feet of it inside her throat. As she pushed farther down her neck adjusted to fit its girth, stiffening and growing much larger than it one was. Her face had now fully grown into the traditional donkey shape, her mouth much longer and her nose wide. Her face was covered in white fur, her lips bristling against the cock that was pushing in and out of her throat.

    With every added inch her throat strained, it was painful but not agonizing. There was pleasure to this, pleasure to the stress that she was putting on her body. She could feel him twitching inside her mouth, and so she knew one thing; this was pleasing Caesar. This was pleasing her one true love. With one more push she made it in. Once she pushed her face all the way down she paused. Her nose snorted against the skin on his crotch, her tongue gently moved to take in all of her tastes. She didn't even gag. Yes it was painful, there was a lot of stress in her throat, especially two feet down inside her neck, but she felt comfortable here. This was the place she needed to be. 

    She felt her body quiver, a rush of passion went from her throat and down into her crotch. She was cumming, a flush of cum was spilling out into her panties, the panties that were ripped and covered in dirt. Her teats leaked slightly and her tail whipped against Caesar's legs. Thank goodness too, it was getting harder to work her fingers in between her thighs, the position itself was uncomfortable and her hands were stiffening up, hardening into hooves. She was now almost fully a donkey, her blonde hair that once reached down to her lower back was now a long black mane that contrasted with her white fur.

    Just before she pulled herself out she could feel Caesar's twitches getting harder and harder. Just then, the stud's own wave of cum pushed its way down her throat. Immediately she closed her eyes and pushed back onto his dick, her nose practically barreling itself into his stomach. Caesar brayed now in a wild excitement, a wave of pleasure from the donkey. It felt good going down her throat, Georgia has never felt something so warm inside her, and as he pulled out she tasted his spunk. It was salty and fragrant, almost umami, like the taste of a 5 star steak. It was so pleasant to her palette. Even with her stomach full of a massive load she wanted more, so much more.

    She moved over away from her lover and stood on all fours. With what little dexterity she had left in her hooves she ripped off her shirt, though it was pretty much strands of fabric at this point on account of her increased size. And her panties were already around her knees after they were stretch by her long, hairy tail. It didn't take much for her to kick them off, meaning her dripping pussy was out in the wide air. It felt good, the breeze that blew across her rear against her fur. For this brief moment she felt free. She was a donkey, and a bitch at that. A breeding mare meant only for the use of her stud right here.

    In that moment Caesar's tongue started moving up and down the female donkey's pussy, his tongue circling her clit. She brayed in anticipation while his teeth would bite gently against her folds. She smelled wonderful, the mare was fully in heat and practically begging to be bred. Caesar wasn't the type to leave a lady waiting, and with a quick leap he was on top of her, his dick pressing against her opening. The two breathed heavily, the white mare staring up at the donkey who had his whole weight pressing down on her. She had been waiting for this moment.

    He slid in with a forceful slam, almost making the poor girl topple over. In that moment her sparkling blue eyes changed into a dark jet black. She let out a large "hee-haw!" as he entered her and continued to slam back and forth into her. He wasn't pulling any punches, Caesar was letting her know who was in charge. It was like heaven, she was her man's little play thing. Only meant to be bred, pounded like the raw meat she was. And after this she would carry his children, and they'd raise foal and foal of their little donkeys. All so she could feel his warm cock deep inside her again, his large balls slap against her back.

    She whined in a hopeless lust, wishing for this moment to never end. The stud gripped the back of her neck with his teeth, pulling on her mane. Her hooves dug into the dirt, she clenched up at the feeling. She was cumming again, even more so than last time. She dripped all over Caesar's cock while he continued to pound. Eventually the mare's whines turned into shrieks, a continuous streams of brays meant to call to her lover and let him know that she was his property to use. It was beautiful, two feral lovers interlocked.

    Eventually his pounds sharpened, increasing in intensity until he brayed as loud as he ever had before and emptied himself. His cum reached deep inside the mare, pouring in like a gardening hose spewing inside a water balloon. Her head turned up towards the man on top of her, and their tongues interlocked. They kissed for what seems like hours and he kept spilling more and more cum, his dick finally slipping out and spilling the excess onto the ground below. Once he leapt off of her, the mare leaned down and licked up the pool of their cum on the ground, not wanting to waste a drop...





    The Grant's found the two donkeys, naturally. Despite Caesar being as clean as he had ever been the stable smelt worse than usual. The ranchers kept the two love birds in the same pen, using Caesar for his normal workhorse duties before bringing him back for the two to go hard again at night. 

    The two donkeys would raise their foal together before their owners would sell it off to some other ranch, but the pair never seemed to worry too much. They were always going at it, making a new one anyways. What mattered to them most was their love for each other, destiny keeping them together forever.