The moment Sean set eyes on the kids, he found himself filled with an energy and enthusiasm he never knew he had. Something about this body and these kids just filled him with an electric zest for life. Setting down the kids he leaned in closer, resting his mass on his bulky thighs, causing the fabric on his pants to strain slightly "Now who wants to see me chop down a tree - with just one swing of the axe!" Sean asked, realizing only seconds after that something like that shouldn't be possible for even the strongest human. Yet, for some reason he knew he could do it. An image of himself dressed in red lumberjack flannel standing over a newly fallen tree as sweat poured from his mane flashed though his mind - a past he didn't know he'd ever had. He'd been a lumberjack, a job he'd held for years before realizing his true calling was with kids. When he saw Camp CritterCreek had an opening, he jumped at the opportunity, and the camp director was more than happy to bring in a stallion who could help teach the Critter Kids about forestry, woodwork, and perhaps show off some of his impressive wood chopping skills.
Rising from his crouch, Sean stomped over to a large axe embedded in a stump not far from his cabin. The axe was far bigger than a normal human ax, roughly weighing 100 pounds of pure iron and wood, and its edge was embedded deep within the stump. For Sean, this was undaunted, with one arm he casually plucked it from the stump, his massive biceps straining slightly as he hefted it up onto one shoulder.
"C'mon lil' Critters" He said with a leading gesture towards a towering pine near the edge of the wood "Time to show you how a real man chops a tree"
With a grin, he stopped off towards the pine, his massive hooves leaving deep imprints on the grass. Behind him, a crowd of eager Critter Boys and a few Critter girls followed. The boys chattering about how they wanted to be like Sean someday and the few older girls whispering and gigging withe embarrassed blushes at the dream of a man before them.
"Try hawwwrd" Jack sneered, the punkish attitude of the 18 year old boy slipping out as he leered at his more engaged and responsible partner "If he's gonnhawww be like that all day, I'm gonna need a smoke." His tail lashed in slight agitation and one ear twitched with annoyance. From somewhere deep in his mind, he remembered that his brays always came out when he was annoyed, something common among donkeys.
Shaking his head to clear the odd thought, he let out another soft bray as he contemplated his new existence. "Not only am I thinking like 'Jack' I'm starting to act more like a fuckin' ass" He whispered under his breath so the campers couldn't hear. "Still...something about this body just feels so fuckin' good, so right....god, whatever caused this is messing with my mind, I gotta find the others and figure out how to get back to being Jackie."
As he pondered where to start looking, a voice interrupted "Um....Jack? Did you used to be....Jackie?" Looking up he saw...