While Matt slept in the cramped barn stall, Wayne, back at the home the two shared, tried to backtrack carefully into the swap that Matt had programmed into the Chronivac.
Tracking down his boyfriend to the nearby farm had been simple enough, but he didn't want to accidentally alter any of the programming that Matt had left in place. But it had been almost three days. Matt's employer had called about missed shifts.
Wayne did solve one puzzle that had been bothering him. If Matt had swapped with a donkey, why hadn't a donkey ended up in his body? Since Matt hadn't specified for his host donkey to fill in for him, the Chronivac had simply shunted an approximate "blueprint" of the donkey's mind into storage in its nearly infinite databanks. Finding itself in a completely alien form would have been mentally and physically distressing
for the poor donkey, so the Chronivac had avoided that scenario in the absence of an override from the programmer, i.e., Matt.
Wayne laughed and kept scrolling through all of Matt's programming specifications. "That would have been a huge surprise to find a dumb donkey in Matt's body in our home!"
He stumbled across duration options, but Matt hadn't set a timer. He could have set an hour, a day, a week, even years. There was even a permanent option.
Instead...
"Matt, you devil," Wayne laughed appreciably.
Matt had selected to remain in donkey form until his first ejaculation with his new donkey cock.
"But it's been three days," Wayne said aloud. "What's he waiting for?"
Satisfied that Matt didn't need to be "rescued," Wayne stopped scrolling through the long list of programming.
"I guess he's just enjoying the experience," Wayne said. He certainly didn't want to interfere and catch hell for it later.
He thought about the jack that had sniffed him earlier at the farm. Matt had looked like he was enjoying himself. For a donkey, the jack had looked in good condition, in high spirits, with a reasonably well-groomed appearance.
Nothing like that poor bastard hitched to a wagon, eyes dull and dumb, barely able to lift its hooves from the mud as it had been led back to the barn after a day living its life as a mere beast of burden. It made Wayne wonder why the hell Matt had chosen donkey. He could have changed himself into a lion or a wolf. Or at least a horse. Wouldn't a stallion have been better than dumb ass?
He shrugged and walked out of the room. He wanted to make himself a late dinner, watch some TV, and then enjoy a good night's sleep.
Matt's right flank bumped the rough wall of the stall. He woke again, still enclosed in the cramped stall, dirt, scattered straw, and an earlier deposit of manure under his hooves.
Why had Wayne come to find him and then just left him? Would he come back?
His tail swished and his ears swiveled as he listened to the drone of night insects. In the darkness of the stall, he couldn't even determine the time. (It was midnight). He had hours to go before morning and another chance at regaining his human body.
He did eventually fall asleep. He woke the next morning to the sound of a water hose splashing on the ground. Only it wasn't a water hose.
His cock was pouring more rank donkey urine down onto the stall floor near his front hooves. It was humiliating enough to wake and find that his body had simply decided to piss without his say so. Then he blinked and saw the farmer and a stranger standing outside the stall, looking at him.
"I'd rather buy your other jack," the stranger said. "This one's better days are behind it."
"What?" Matt's ears twitched.
"I don't really need two jacks," the farmer said.
"And I don't really need a stud," the man said. "All my jennies are about too old for that."
"Just get him nipped," the farmer said.
The other man laughed. "That costs money."
"Tell you what," the farmer said. "I'll deduct the cost of getting the vet to geld him. In the long run, I'll get my money back by not having to buy feed for three donkeys."
Matt gulped air and started to panic. His brays sounded like he was hiccuping in the middle of them. "You can't do that!" Matt brayed at the men.
The stranger shrugged. "I got to run into town. I'll swing by and let you know as I come home."
"All right, but my hand said there was someone else here last night looking to buy."
"I said I'll think on it," the man said and left the barn.
Matt's firehose of a cock had finally stopped pissing.