Matt still clung to a slender thread of hope.
A little rest, and he'd be free to search out the jenny again. Unfortunately, the Chronivac remained one step ahead of him.
Before ending his shift, the farmhand grabbed Matt's bridle again and led the exhausted donkey through the barn toward an empty stall.
"You did good, Jack," the man said. "But you'll need your rest for tomorrow."
Before Matt could react, the farmhand closed a gate behind him. Even with his less than exceptional vision, Matt could see the bars in front of him blocking any exit. With the gate closed behind and the other end of the stall barred against exit, he wasn't going anywhere until morning.
The farmhand measured out some feed for a feeding trough and filled a bucket with water. Matt could easily slip his head and neck out of the stall to feed and drink, but doing anything else didn't look possible.
He ignored the offerings once the man departed. Panic began to creep to the edge of his awareness. He hadn't expected to have such difficulty swapping back into human form. Of course the panicky feelings of being trapped also brought his donkey cock to attention. He stomped and snorted in frustration when he realized he didn't even have room to turn around his big, bulky donkey body.
Defeated, the feed and water finally tempted him. He got to lose himself beneath the donkey's feeding and drinking for a few minutes. He stood on four hooves after he finished, his thoughts slow and dull.
They sharpened when the jenny wandered into the barn and had herself a drink of water at a communal trough.
Matt brayed; she snorted.
He plunged his neck and snout over the bars closing him inside the stall. He curled back his top lip exposing his blocky front teeth and gums. He took a deep breath. His donkey instincts helped him read the jenny. She wasn't entirely receptive, but she curled back her own lips and inhaled. She knew at once what the randy jack had in mind.
She even walked over to the barred stall and presented herself in front of Matt, who was helpless to respond. He'd been waiting for her to finally cooperate and now the dumb hand had locked him up for the night.
"Damn tease!" Matt brayed resentfully.
She brayed in response, and Matt brayed again. They engaged in a prolonged bray-fest that finally ended with the jenny urinating in front of his stall and walking off.
"Disgusting," Matt thought until he felt his own cock release a stream of reeking urine onto the floor of the stall where he had to spend the next several hours.
More was to follow. With a lift of his tail, Matt shocked himself by leaving a load of droppings on the floor of the stall, too.
And they smelled. He brayed again, dismayed at his lack of control over the more rudimentary elements of his new donkey form.
Morning couldn't come soon enough.