Rather than honesty (Donkey TF Caption Sequence)

The second of two captions made with the help of the always awesome Hulksmash31 (https://www.deviantart.com/hulksmash31) to celebrate the 505 watches on DeviantArt and also the Patreon anniversary. ^^

By the way, in case you missed it, I uploaded this little tale yesterday: https://www.deviantart.com/senorincognito69/art/Not-munch-792592361

I do not own the rights to the original image, if the owner requests its removal I will remove it.   

---The text:

“A curse for cheaters you say...?” the middle aged woman said as she sweated.

“Yup!” said her smiling young boyfriend as they danced around. “Old folklore, that’s why weddings are celebrated in this plaza, a witch cursed it long, long ago, if a person in this place is dishonest with his or her partner, at midnight she will be punished.”

“H-how...?”

“They painfully... and erotically, transform into some livestock or another, doomed to live as such for the rest of their lives because if they don’t behave like decent human beings, then they don’t deserve to be humans at all.”

“What... What a tale...” she laughed, nervously.

“Yup!” nodded the guy. “And totally true, the last time it happened was to the Mayor’s daughter, she’s still on the Mayor’s farm, the finest of dairy cows. Guess Anita is a nice wife, because she didn’t start to bleat tonight!” he chuckled.

“Y-yeah... She’s a pure, good girl...”

“Still, if they are just as honest they can leave and live on as people… wouldn’t be silly, to lose all because you can’t be honest once…? Well...” he leaned back, softly holding the woman’s tense arms. “Matilda... people thought I was crazy when I began to date a white cranky skinny old-ass divorced chick... but you are cool, fun and hot and I love having you around, you even came all the way here to accompany me to my niece’s wedding! So... tell me... are you cheating on me, Matilda? I will not get mad, I swear.”

Matilda felt stiff as a rod, her throat dry, her eyes wide open, but she couldn’t look him in his face, the clock's hands pointing both at twelve.

“Uh... heeem... well, of course... of course... not...”

...

Matilda woke up from the worse hangover of her life.

Naked in the dirt, she tried to rise up, but only managed to stand on her four sturdy hooves...

“Haaaw... Uuuh... huUhhh... haaaw...”

She still felt stiff... and also achy, bloated, itchy... she shook her tail… she tried to softly complaint…

“HEeeee haw…!”

Her ears rose, the gears in her fuzzy mind began to spin... the woman remembered the past night, when she had stopped being one.

She remembered the feel as it began, the tingle in her spine, ripping her dress with her own shaking hands, being naked in front of everybody, the swelling of her flesh, her pleas turning into brays as she begged and changed and passed out when it was all over and it was too late and she was a total ass.

And now here she was, a random jennet in the donkey pen of some random farm... apparently, her rightful place...

Most likely nobody around could or would help her, not even come to mock her fate, she wasn’t even in her country... she was just a donkey...  It would have been way easier to be honest... or to not cheat on the nice guy to begin with... but she was herself... and herself was apparently meant to be a jenny.

The other donkeys were already around the feeder, her belly growled, she was hungry... she tried to sigh, but instead snorted through the hairy nostrils in her muzzle.

The female donkey began to clop towards the food...