Jeff stood, mentally lamenting his fate through the night in some field with the smell of grass, hat, animal piss and manure, and the fishy scent if beastial sex still lingering all around him.
Near dawn, his body started feeling the need to feed. Jeff was far too depressed and uncomfortable having been trapped on all fours with his immobile blocky hooves to want to think about eating. But the stubborn instinctual desire to graze for several hours was too much for his still-human mind to resist.
Jeff's mind was held captive against its will while his large equine body slowly grazed the field. Ignoring the sour patches of grass where another animal pissed or shit. All of it going down his large insatiable gullet in multiple pukish gulps. Grass, piss, shit, and all. His body was indiscriminate, while his mind was reeling as it was experiencing the sensations of a dumb brute beast eating a field of grass with its long, heavy face, and large wet sloppy tongue. Staining tongue and teeth green and mixing with the heavy yellow paste-like plaque covering his unwashed donkey teeth.
Jeff's large barrel-shaped body continued eating, when his nose picked up a strong, familiar scent.
"Uh oh. Oh no. Not that! Not again!"
His head perked up. His instinctual desires kicking in overtime as his large black donkey cock came slithering out of its sheath. He couldnt resist. He saw that jenny backing up towards hin, her tail in the air, and the huge, smelly black hole staring him down.
Jeff tried resisting, scared yet turned on at the same time. He wandered over to her, sniffing her cunt. His penis at full attention.
"There it is! That brand new jackass that just showed up last night. Dunno where he came from. But he sure took a liking to one of my animals. Hehe."
People! People watching him!
"Eerrgghh hhhaawww, " (help me!) His human thoughts blocked by his inability to speak. His limitation and humiliating donley noises made him even hornier. He began to mount her, even as he was aware of what he must look like. An ordinary jackass to human eyes.
Even though that human saw him as just a lowly jackass, it was still humiliating to be forced to have sex with a female donkey in front of another person. Afraid of himself being labeled as a donkey-fucker. Which he was. But as his donkey cock found its mark, he kept saying to himself:
"Its ok. Im a donkey. Im just a donkey now. That person doesnt see my face. He doesnt see me. He just only sees the body of a donkey."
The thoughts making him friskier.
"Im a donkey. A donkey. Just a donkey. Thats all i am and ever will be from now. Just a fucking donkey!"
More and harder and faster.
"Donkey, " his thoughts continued. "Donkeerrrgghh hhhaaww, donkeeerrrgghh hhhaaww.....eerrgghhh hhaaww eeerrgghh hhaawww EEERRGGHHH HHHAAAWWWW!!"
His repititious thoughts of the word "donkey" blended into the outward braying of his jackass vocal chords until he hit his second crescendo of sex with an actual real donkey.
His conquest complete, the man came over to inspect Jeff.
"Eerrghh haww eerrgghh hhawww." Jeff, of course, could not communicate with that man. He wanted help. To go home and be finished with this nightmare. To be able to stand back up like a man. But alas, Jeff's new species kept him locked on all fours and unable to speak. Itchiness on his snout that he cant scratch.
"Eerrrgghh hhhaaww eeerrgghh hhaaww eeerrrgghhh hhhaaww!!" he bellowed obnocxiously with his thick yellow donkey teeth bared.
"Whoa there, fella, " said the man. "I'm not gonna hurt ya." He reached out to scratch his snout. Instantly, Jeff's nerves calmed down with the soothing touch. The touch of a hand. A human hand. Finally! Too bad it wasnt his own hand.
"That's right, big guy. Now where did you come from?"
"Eerrgghh hhhaaww, " Jeff answered in reply. The name of his hometown obscured by a bray.
"Well, there are no donkeys from around these parts that I'm aware, " he said.
"Hhhhaaawwww, " Jeff exhaled sadly. "A donkey. A stupid fucking donkey, " he thought in resignation and disgust.
The man reached up with a bridle in his hand. "I guess i can put this to good use after all, " he said.
Jeff's enhanced sence of smell caught a whiff of another donkey on that bridle. It saw a lifetime of use for what is now Jeff's predecessor on this farm. A bridle that was used to enslave a fellow donkey before him. And now, meant for Jeff's own enslavement.
But what was Jeff to do now? He was permanantly stuck as a god damn donkey, and only god knows where. He is being mainly compelled by his new placid plant-eating instincts. He cant talk and is stuck on four legs with no hands. He is about to experience being a lowly farm animal for the rest of his days.