Jeff looked down sadly as the men walked away from him, denying him even a sliver of humanity.
Or had the steaming puddle of donkey piss on the ground of the enclosure done that for him? Hasn't someone missed him? Wouldn't someone have figured out the mystery of the shattered device in his room?
He walked to another part of his enclosure to put distance between himself and the reek of his donkey urine. He couldn't escape the donkey form though. He clinched his hands and tried to wave his fingers. It didn't work. He had hooves now, not hands, not fingers. His stomach rumbled. As a boy, a growling stomach was the sign of a healthy appetite. For his large donkey body, the grumbles were loud, embarrassing noises that welled up from deep within his sagging belly. He felt hungry constantly. How long until the surly man returned to dole out his rationed portion of feed?
"I'm hungry now!" He tried to complain aloud only to produce a loud bray. The sound infuriated him. There had to be some English word he could manipulate his asinine mouth into forming.
"Help!" Hee-Haw!
"No!" Hee-Haw!
"Fuck!" Hee-Haw!
Every utterance sounded exactly the same. Every attempt did sound the same. He could only bray in his beastly manner, remarkable only in how consistently it sounded like every other donkey on the planet.
He saw people drift past the enclosure. Remembering the incident with the boys, Jeff remained shy of the front of the compound to avoid the full exposure of the public. Anyone could see him! Totally naked. His long tail helped keep black balls as big as cantaloupes under wraps, but occasionally the tail flicked, an automatic response to an irritating insect buzzing him, attracted by the stench of his donkey form. He made matters worse. By concentrating on his lack of clothes, or his lack of a need for clothes, he began to excite himself.
Written large in the forefront of his thoughts was the thought that anyone could see his most private parts, even...
Oh god. He felt it stir and slither out of the sheath on his belly. A long, ebony hose of a cock, almost looking like some flat-headed serpent hanging in front of his back hoof-tipped legs. He felt more exposed, which in turn made the young deviant even more excited. He'd had no relief since arriving at the zoo, and those ugly black balls had been churning to produce donkey semen the entire time.
A group of zoo-goers walked past the compound. They didn't stop to observe him, but what if they had? It would have been too humiliating.
Jeff trotted over to the trough for a drink and to try to take his mind off his hard, long cock and his full balls. He plunged his snout into the water like a good donkey. Gone was his hesitation to drink like an animal. Necessity overcame any lingering feeling of being above such an action.
If there had been any untrampled grass within the compound, he would have grazed like the herbivore he now was. With grass absent, and his stomach still aching from hunger, he tried browsing leaves from low-hanging branches on trees planted inside the enclosure. His teeth were made for shearing grass, not plucking leaves from twigs. Sometimes some of the twig came with the leaf, and he hated the woody, pithy taste.
"I'm bored." He brayed lowly.
His life as a confined specimen on display offered little excitement. He could watch the various humans with lives and hands and feet with fingers and toes as they walked past. Unfortunately, they could look, gawk, frown and point, right back at him.
The breeze suddenly carried a strange scent to his nostrils. He didn't recognize the scent, but he felt the resulting chill that traveled his spine. His brain reacted with a feeling of fear. He snorted and strained to pick up any unusual sounds with his huge, unsightly ears.
He snorted and froze. Jeff wanted to move, but his limbs remained rooted to the spot as his mind plunged into a primordial fight or flight dichotomy.
He heard a woman scream. His tail twitched of its own accord.
A group of panicked onlookers began to rush toward the front of his enclosure. He saw them only as ill-formed blobs of roughly humanoid shape. Why were they all yelling and pointing toward him?
He'd wanted some excitement, but he didn't want to be the focus of attention from a mob of gawking humans.
Suddenly the eye on the right side of his muzzle detected movement that materialized into...