Screaming in your head, braying for the rest of the world to hear, your resistance is crumbling as your hooves take a few steps across the dirt and grass outside the barn. You're getting closer to the jenny, who appears patiently waiting, when your ears pick up another louder, even more obnoxious braying. You see something coming toward you and only at the last second do you realize it's the farm's other jack.
He's mad. And horny, as you can tell quickly by the fact of his own rigid, hose-length cock. He's mad at you for daring to come near the jenny.
"Easy," you bray. "I really don't..."
The furious jack nips at the very tip of one of your large ears.
You bray in pain. "What the hell..."
He shoves his side into you, and it becomes a shoving match as the jenny looks on with placid disinterest. One of the jacks will win the fight. For her, it doesn't really matter which one is victorious.
Your donkey instincts want you to fight back, and you do gnash your blocky teeth near the attacking donkey's hide, but it's all a sham. As soon as convenient, your more submissive donkey slinks off and leaves the victor to his spoils. You toss your head back and see him mount the jenny with a triumphant bray.
The other jack was actually a godsend. Now, without your damn hormones in the way, you can concentrate on your mission of escaping the farm and traveling the 10 miles to town to confront the other half of the swap to make him use the medallion to reverse this nightmare.
You are concentrating on doing just that when you hear an odd splashing noise. Trying to investigate, you discover that you're the source of the sound. You've released a really rank stream of donkey piss from the tip of your still semi-hard donkey cock. The urine splashes the ground beneath your belly, splattering on your hooves and legs. You hadn't even realized the need... your body just reacted on its own accord.
How much longer can this go on? The stream is still splashing with force onto the ground and shows no signs of abating. Then, at the same time, your tail lift up and your earlier snack of high-fiber pellets comes back to haunt you when you release a pile of donkey droppings right onto the ground to mix with the puddle of foul urine.
It's a humbling moment, and your mind reels back from the scene in horror. It's such a destabilizing event that really does lower you down to the level of the other farmyard beasts.
You have never been more eager to escape as you trot swiftly away from the barn, choosing to follow the gravel road. Perhaps the gravel drive joins with the main road. It would be a real relief to not have to contend with gates and fences.
You hadn't been paying a lot of thought to your environment, but now the lengthening shadows stretch out from the sides of the road. Overhead, the sun's sinking quickly. Scanning ahead, the tree line on the other side of the pasture is nothing more than an indistinct gray blur. With a jolt of shock, you realize that it will be dark soon. You have wasted much of the day with an unsuccessful escape attempt, a nap, and being harnessed to a car in the hot sun for hours.
You snort. "It doesn't matter. I can't change back until midnight anyway. I should just about be able to get to town and to my home by midnight!" You tell yourself that, even if your earlier effort had succeeded, you'd simply ended up having to stand around in donkey form waiting for midnight to arrive.
You're about to continue along the gravel road when your ears detect the sound of tires crunching on the gravel at about the same time you notice the oncoming headlights.