You stumbled forward. In your sluggish reactions, you felt like you were pitching forward onto your outstretched hands.
You shook your head, blinked your eyes, and realized you had awaken from sleep and were thinking of your former means of locomotion on two legs. A quick mental adjustment and you were able to shrug off the sensation that you were falling onto your hands. You were simply walking on four legs atop your blocky hooves while one of the farmhands led you from the stall.
He whisked the empty feed bag off your face, but then began to replace it with other attachments. You tried to toss your head back, but he tugged on the rope bridle and your trained donkey mind responded and stood placidly as he got you into harness with a practiced touch. Before you had completely thrown off your grogginess from the untimely nap, he had you harnessed to a rickety two-wheeled cart loaded with some of the supplies he and his fellow farmhand had purchased in town for use on the farm.
Your eyes tried to adjust to the brighter light outside the barn. The sun looked like a fuzzy round glare against a murky sky. It was difficult to determine with your poor vision, but the sun no longer looked high in the sky. It must be late in the afternoon, which meant you had wasted precious hours taking a fucking nap!
Your heart began to race and you tried to suck in great breaths of air. Your goal remained clear, but how could you achieve it now that you'd been fastened to a heavy cart and expected to perform like the beast of burden you now were? Due to falling asleep, you now likely had a mere 20 hours or so before it would be too late and you'd remain a donkey forever.
You put your foot down. Or rather, your hoof, stomping the ground with your front right hoof and refusing to budge. "I'm not a donkey!" You brayed. "This is all a colossal..."
A frightening sound snapped within inches of your upright, furry ears as the farmhand cracked a hand whip, letting the tip smack close to your head. "Don't give me shit today, you damn jackass," the man said in a surly tone.
You seethed. When you got back into your human form, you vowed to yourself to buy this miserable farm and fire these two clods who kept getting in the way of your plans. For now, however, you saw little alternative but to obey and perform. You managed to stop mid-bray and hang your head in reluctant defeat.
Your shoulders and neck strained as you pulled the heavy cart around the farm. With each stop, the load became slightly lighter, but the work was grueling beneath a hot sun. Swarms of flies followed you. Some landed around your eyes, others crawled over your ears, and you could feel the itching sensation from the legs of the pests as they also landed on your hindquarters. A few even crawled over your heavy black balls, but your constantly flicking tail helped dispel those perverted insects. Not content to simply crawl on your body, the insects use sharp mouthparts to pierce even your thick hide and draw blood. You snort from pain and irritation. At the same time, the farmhand directing your progress with the cart cursed and slapped at some of the insects that strayed from your smelly form and assaulted him.
Your throat and mouth grew dry. Still, the farmhand pushed you without mercy and without a break for a drink of water. A dry throat soon became a parched throat beneath the hot sun.
You saw some of your fellow creatures as he drove you around the farm. You glimpsed pens of grunting hogs. Chickens scattered out of your path. In a more distant pasture, you saw indistinct blobs but distinctly heard the mooing of cattle. While the farmhand lugged some heavy bags from the cart and stacked them near the pig sty, you looked longingly at the wet mud inside the pen. Your thirst was so bad you felt certain you would have mouthed up some of the mud to try to moisten your mouth.
The whip cracked again and you lurched into movement. The cart felt lighter but you were now so exhausted it made little difference. A couple of hours of work left you feeling spent. What if you were forced to do this every day from dawn to dusk? You focused on your plan. Escape, head to your former home, confront the donkey in your body, and use the medallion to get back your stolen life. It sounded so deceptively simple.
Finally, the last of the supplies got to their destination and the farmhand led you back to the barnyard. He removed your harness. You hoped he might remove the rope bridle, but he kept that in place. He took hold of the bridle and, to your joy, led you to a trough of water. Without even thinking about the indignity of it, you plunged your snout greedily into the trough and began to noisily suck up the water. As you gradually soothed your parched mouth and throat, you became aware of the farmhand. A fear of being put back in the stall seized you, but that didn't look to be in the works. The farmhand walked over to his truck, got inside the cab, and drove away.
You could hardly believe your luck! You still needed to deal with the fence, but you trusted to your human intelligence trapped inside this loathsome form to help you deal with that. You were so caught up in escape plans you failed to detect the approach of another donkey until she exhaled a gentle breath of air near your own face.
Your entire body grew alert and tense. She snorted. Your top lip curled back and exposed your teeth in a flehmen response to her scent. Seconds later, your body responded. Your long black cock slipped from your sheath and began to tingle and harden in reaction to the jenny, who had walked a short distance and now seemed to wait expectantly.
"No!" You brayed in alarm. "Not this! Not now!" You needed to make good your escape while no humans were present to interfere.
Your black cock looked like a rigid hose now. You could feel your huge ball churning in anticipation. You took steps toward her. Just as your donkey body's instincts had governed you in other situations, they now took charge of this very primal need even as you tried to mount a feeble resistance.