Matt's second day on the farm dawned.
He had awoken to a lowing from a couple of cows that had interrupted a pleasant dream Matt was having about himself and Wayne. He hadn't thought too much about his boyfriend, which was curious, but his thoughts had been mostly focused on the transformation itself and the increasingly difficult path he had trodden so far in trying to swap back into his human body.
In the dream, Wayne had been giving him a very satisfying blowjob. Just how good was evident by the state of his donkey cock when he opened his eyes. The long black hose had emerged from its sheath, hard and ready. He felt a wet drizzle of pre-cum seeping from the head and, although he had intended a moan, he produced a rude, jarring bray. A few more moments of the dream and Matt might have experienced the culmination of a wet dream, but the Chronivac's all-attentive sensors had detected that possibility, hence the loud, intrusive lowing of the nearby cattle, ending the dream and depriving Matt of an unanticipated escape from his asinine skin.
He hoped the jenny might be nearby. He flared his nostrils and pulled back his lips, sniffing the air, hoping for a clue to her whereabouts. His great nose hadn't helped him by the time the farmer arrived and began to systematically unlock the stall doors. When Matt and a few other of his barnyard compatriots staggered from their cramped stalls, they found that the farmer had already filled the feed and water troughs.
The donkey's empty stomach rumbled, which Matt tried to ignore, but the hungry donkey wasn't having it. Pushing aside Matt's arousal and his need of finding the jenny, the donkey made Matt lower his head into the trough to eat his fill. He tried to hurry the process, but the donkey's instincts seemed downright sluggish. By the time the donkey's stomach felt full, giving Matt the chance to take over the odd arrangement of their shared body, something else distracted the donkey.
The farmer had placed a large, pink block in the barnyard. The donkey made a beeline, which irritated Matt until the donkey extended their huge, slobbering tongue and licked the block. Jeff was bowled over by his first experience with a salt lick. He didn't even need the donkey's encouragement. Each lick felt so great. His food might be bland, but the lick was practically orgasmic. He stood in the barnyard licking like mad. He barely noticed when the handsome farmhand arrived, later than usual.
He had quite forgotten what the farmer had tasked the hand with doing on his way to work.
He had also forgotten his resolve to show politeness to the jenny, no matter how exasperated she could make him. His resolution fell by the wayside, however, when the jenny wandered near and wanted a few licks of the salt.
He huffed, shook his ears, and stamped his front hooves. If translated, it might have gone something like, "Wait your turn, bitch."
"You see the doc on your way here?" The farmer asked as he watched the selfish jack refuse to surrender his spot at the salt lick to the jenny.
"He had an emergency over at the Tillersons," the hand said. "But I left a message with his receptionist."
The farmer looked over as the alpha jack approached the jenny and other donkey. "I guess that gives me some more time to decide," he said.
Meanwhile, after an angry bray and a nip from the alpha jack, a sullen Matt gave way to the superior donkey.
"What's going on?" The hand asked, noticing the donkey's all congregated together in the barnyard.
"Put out a new salt lick," the farmer said.
The hand nodded. "Yeah, they always love that."
"I have a pile of stones over near the base of the old oak knoll," the farmer said. "Thought I'd work on that wall along the stream. Why don't you hitch that jack to a wagon, load up those stones and cart them over to the stream for me?"
"Sure thing, boss."
He turned toward the donkeys and saw the jack making a fool of himself trying to mount the unwilling jenny as the alpha jack continued his commandeered command of the salt block.
Taking Matt by surprise, the hand grabbed the donkey's bridle. "Come on jack," he said, leading him toward a wagon. "We got some hauling to do."
"No!" Matt brayed loudly, even as he realized his protests meant less than nothing.