The story of a lost donkey created a minor viral sensation across the media platforms of the television station, which allowed Lance Prescott to smugly remark, "Told you so," to his camera operator as they pulled the van off the road about a half mile ahead of the steadfast jackass and prepared to get some footage for an update.
"Can you get some closeup shots of the donkey?" Lance asked.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? That's one ugly jackass..."
"He's so ugly people are fascinated. Play up his worst features! Those ears...his ugly teeth. Ramp up the audio if he goes into one of those braying fits."
The camera operator wanted to roll his eyes, but he'd pulled worse assignments.
Just when you had allowed yourself to hope that the nuisance of a TV van had abandoned you to your own devices, your poor eyes picked up a pale blur on the side of the road ahead of you. Your hooves continued their "Clip, clop" pattern as you trudged, slowly but steadily, closer to your destination.
Your large ears twitched and moved to better pick up the dulcet tones of the reporter as he began speaking for the camera as you trotted within range.
"This is Lance Prescott reporting," the man said. "The donkey's impressed me with its determination. This poor lost animal has been unwavering in its journey. We don't know exactly where it's heading, but we are here to keep you informed of every stage of this exciting development. Will there be a happy reunion at the conclusion of the donkey's epic wanderings? Stay tuned for more developments and don't forget to check our Facebook and Twitter."
The camera operator started chuckling. Lance had his back to the donkey and hadn't yet heard the wet splashing as the donkey began urinating on the pavement, sending a small yellow stream toward Lance's shoes.
"What the hell?" Lance exclaimed.
The operator lowered the camera and laughed. "I guess he couldn't wait until the next convenience store!"
Lance looked peeved. "Did any of that get in the shot?"
"No, I broke away in time," the operator said.
Lance stepped away from the yellow stream and looked toward the donkey.
You are mortified. The donkey's instincts hadn't even given you warning. Your cock had just let go and produced a foul-smelling yellow stream, which at that moment Lance grimaced as he watched the flow continue. Had your lack of control and lack of any shame made it onto the camera's footage? You brayed in dismay, hoping that it had not.
You were now more than halfway home. Surely these two cretins didn't intend to stalk you to the very door of your home? Then you remembered you didn't even have control over basic bodily functions. Even if you had to suffer some humiliation by letting people find out what had happened to you, it remained imperative that you get your true body back. Finally, the stream diminished and then stopped.
You brayed one last time and lowered your head, determined to plod ever closer to your destination.