Even for a mule, it was heavy. John and Chris had managed to haul a lot of loot back to their hideout! He almost wondered how they did it. Even so, Chris's strong new body could take it. It was wrapped up in satchels on his back and hanging from his sides. The witch had conjured up a rope and was using it to lead him. Leading him along helplessly like a prisoner, or an animal. He realized that he basically was this woman's prisoner, and he was humiliated that she'd turned him into an animal.
His long ears aimed themselves toward her every time she said something, which was rather frequently. When she wasn't giving him some command, she was telling stories of the other thieves and suitors she'd met in her time. Most of which she had transformed into things, but the ones she actually liked got to really live it up as friends or lovers of a witch. Of course, sometimes they betrayed her and found themselves bursting into flames or hardening up into stone likenesses of themselves. He was thankful he hadn't spontaneously combusted. He heard the goose honking in the cage he was hauling and wondered if she had been human, too.
It just didn't seem fair. He'd gone from finding a goose that laid golden eggs to being turned into a mule. A mule! An animal to carry loads from point A to point B. He must look so stupid right now. Just a dumb naked animal, with comically long ears, lumbering around on four legs, trailing his tail behind him. Granted, he wasn't the proudest or most important of people before, but at least when he was a thief he was someone! Now he was just this old woman's beast of burden.
He hadn't been ready for how gross he would be in this new form--how much waste he produced as a mule. He didn't even need to stop walking to take a dump! He brayed in distress when he felt those first piles manure force there way out under his raised tail and plop down onto the road behind him. He was shitting right beside someone! But that's what mules do. Even worse was the waterfall of urine that gushed out of his wrinkly mule penis right as a knight was passing them on horseback. He couldn't hide his nakedness, and even worse, no one expected him to. No one bats an eye when they pass by a mule hoofing in front of them with a dick sheath jiggling around under its crotch or big equine testicles dangling between its legs. He wasn't human; his junk wasn't important enough to be scandalous.
* Damn, I hope she's going to keep her promise! * he thought. * She's gotta change me back! I can't live like this. *
The witch led Chris off the patch to a little creek and he realized how thirsty he was. He took it up with his tongue into that long muzzle of his and gulped down a massive load of water. He flattened his ears at the thought that it would soon be just another flood from the crude flat end of that sheathed outlet of his.