Matt had felt so unexpectedly clean after being hosed off by the farmer's hired hand, only to go and spoil the feeling by dumping a pile of droppings onto the barnyard.
His lack of physical control over his donkey form troubled him immensely.
"C'mon, you stupid ass," the hand said and grabbed the bridle bundled around Matt's muzzle.
He huffed, angry that the hand's vocabulary seemed stuck on "stupid ass" in regards to him. But the bridle made him docile and he willingly followed wherever the human led.
"No. 'The human' isn't right. I'm human!"
Of course, Matt might be able to think and remember his past life, but for all intents and purposes, he was precisely what he appeared to be. A "stupid ass." Thanks to the hand's adroit use of water hose, Matt might be temporarily clean of barnyard filth, but he knew it was only a matter of time until he grew dirty and nasty again. He already felt his anus itch. He wanted to rub it against something to remove the manure that had clung there instead of tumbling to the ground.
He let his thoughts jostle around until he released a loud and anguished bray. As his panic at still being trapped in this form grew, so did his cock. It came snaking from the sheath under his belly, stretching and lengthening, dangling underneath him in a bid to touch the straw-strewn barnyard.
The hand noticed the ass's state and commented, "You won't be needing that here," he said in a plain manner. "We've got no jennies, least not other than that old broken-down one on her last legs."
Matt brayed again. This was a horrible mistake. He should never have messed with the damn Chronivac.
Could he still get off? Perhaps he had done it wrong. He was supposed to go back into his human form once he ejaculated. He had to try.
The hand led him into the barn where he noticed an ancient, decrepit jenny. Her mane looked bedraggled and knotted. Her tail was ratty and afflicted with sticky burrs. She stood on four rickety legs, but even her hooves looked worn and nearly worthless. Her hide stretched tightly over her filthy gray form, but her belly sagged horrendously. The jenny curled back her withered lips and showed rows of darkened blocky teeth, and the smell...
Matt swung his head away in horror. She couldn't be the only jenny on the farm!
The hand released Matt's bridle. He wanted to see what would take place. If the horny jack mounted the nearly useless jenny, he might just mercifully finish her off.
Apparently the wizened old donkey jenny liked what she saw. She shambled closer to Matt. She nuzzled his closest ear.
Horrified, Matt bolted out of the barn. He didn't stop until he had left the horrid creature in his dust.
Matt's great gray sides heaved deep breaths. He was so busy trying to inhale clean air that he didn't even stop to think. He needed to see if he could ejaculate the normal way, without benefit of a slimy compost pile, to see if that might help him swap back.
He would just have to muster great reserves of fortitude and contemplate the unthinkable.
Right on cue, the sad old jenny followed him out of the barn.