Jared, standing on four hooves while peeing on the sidewalk, finished, finally, and resumed his journey, trying his best to avoid having his back hooves step into the foul puddle that bubbled and fizzed on the sidewalk.
Mercifully, the long black cock retracted into its sheath, sparing him the feeling of the heavy organ swaying beneath his belly every step of the way to his destination.
Jared's thoughts already raced ahead and left him plenty worried. He needed that amulet, but he couldn't talk. How would he convince the guy at the pawn shop to hand it over? He'd seen videos of horses counting by stomping their hooves. Could he improvise some sort of communication by clopping his hooves on the floor?
"I don't need to count," he thought. "I need to be able to tell that guy to give me back the amulet."
Passing a community park, Jared realized those huge, unsightly, hairy ears atop his enormous head were not just for show. He picked up a multitude of voices as well as one very familiar sound — the crack of a bat against a hurled baseball. He paused on the sidewalk and gazed toward a murky green and brown baseball diamond and a group of kids and adults.
It was a Little League baseball game, just like the games Jared had once played as a boy when he first got into baseball. "Oh no," he thought. "I can't ever play baseball again. How can I play baseball like this?"
Somehow, losing his beloved sport troubled him almost more than the fact that he was, until the retrieval of that amulet could reverse it, trapped in this horrible body.
He wasn't alone, unfortunately. Jared found conditions rather crowded in the donkey's body whenever the donkey's original mind stubbornly tried to take control. Like how, at this very moment, the grass in the outfield looked extremely appetizing.
"Wait! There's no time!" Despite Jared's desire to continue his journey back to the pawn shop, the donkey's mind told the donkey's body to eat.
Jared lowered his head obediently, opened his jaws wide, and sheared a swath of the short-cropped grass. His jaws worked slowly as his teeth chewed the fibrous, bland grass. His own mind sort of hibernated while the donkey ate. It was like Jared had been put into a dark, enclosed space for a brief nap.
He awoke to see two boys, younger brothers to the Little League players on the field, standing a few yards from him and pointing.
"Is that a donkey?" One of the boys questioned, still pointing at him.
He snorted at the gawking boys and found that he could move again. Leaving the two curious boys behind him, he headed in the direction of the pawn shop.
"A donkey," he thought. He wasn't even a horse! He was a donkey, for whatever difference that made.
He worried about the donkey that shared the crowded space with him inside his new skull. What if it took control and refused to let go?
Despite the clip-clop of his hooves on the pavement sounding like a klaxon to his ears, he didn't attract any untoward attention as he approached the strip mall that housed the pawn shop. One end of the strip mall held a laundromat, but the pawn shop sat between two vacant spaces.
It looked dark inside the pawn shop, but Jared approached the door and tried to peer inside. The dirty glass door caught his reflection and he saw the smudged image of a distraught donkey staring back at him. "Eee-Haw! Eee-Haw!" Jared tried to get someone, anyone, to come to the door, but he then noticed the posted hours on a sheet of paper fastened on the other side of the door. A prickly anxiety creeped over him as he realized the shop had already closed for the day. Worse news still greeted him as he tried to focus his eyes on the times posted on the sign. The numerals and letters scrambled and he had to concentrate to regain them. They almost seemed alien to him now.
The sign indicated 10 a.m. as tomorrow's opening time. "No!" Jared brayed, panic dominating his awareness. "That's too late!"
He needed to get the amulet and restore himself within 12 hours of his change. Tomorrow morning at ten would be several hours too late. His excitable emotions brought out his unwelcome cock, which hardened quickly and began bobbing beneath his belly like one of those novelty "drinking bird" toys.
"This can't be happening!" Eee-haw!
"I've got to have that amulet!" Eee-Haw!
"I can't be stuck as a damn donkey!" EEE-HAW!