A bright yellow school bus disgorged a couple of dozen rambunctious sixth-graders at the farm. It was Matt's fate to end up owned by an
agri-tourism business. The farmer grew crops and raised livestock, but he also gave tours to school groups and planted a corn maze for autumn leaf peepers and others to enjoy. Matt's main pastime was to be hitched to a hay wagon with the farm's other donkey to slowly transport screaming, bratty kids around the farm as the farmer and his employees gave the kids a firsthand account of the workings of a real farm.
He had been a donkey now for at least a month. He tried to keep a tally in his head, but when the days blurred together in a relentless monotony, he began to lose track. But the weather was turning cooler at night and leaves were turning from green to a painter's palette of colors. He'd arrived at the farm on a hot, sunny day in late August. It must be late September or early October now.
The alpha jack was a horny beast and took regular pleasure in dumping a load of thick donkey cum into Matt's much abused hole almost every day after the last tourists had gone and any last-minute chores had been completed. The novelty had worn off. After repeatedly being driven to climaxes of his own by the randy jack's forceful thrusts, Matt realized the Chronivac had no intention of letting him swap back into a human life.
He had barely finished feeding and having a morning drink from the trough when he was hitched to the heavy wagon side by side with the larger alpha jack. He was numb, almost, to the jeers of some of the more spirited school kids that erupted when Matt's donkey form dropped a fresh pile of manure in front of the assembly.
"That's so gross," a loudmouthed kid said to a friend.
Teachers and chaperones grimaced as the educational show became a little too "real" and smelly.
Flies flitted about his great, furry ears. He flicked his tail almost as a reflex mechanism every time one of the winged insects ventured too close.
The hand kept him hosed down regularly. A smelly, dirty donkey would have been bad for their business. But being dependent on a human to keep him clean and hygienic only upped the ante on his levels of mortification.
The same obnoxious loudmouth eagerly pointed out, "He's peeing now!"
Sure enough, without even being aware until the kid pointed it out to everyone, Matt's huge black donkey cock had released a powerful stream of reeking donkey urine.
Finally, the hand issued the command that the alpha jack recognized. When his companion began pulling, Matt did the same. He didn't recognize many of the commands, but hitched with the more experienced donkey, he didn't need to.
The kids asked the same questions the kids the previous days had asked. Matt felt trapped in repeat showings of his life.
"Where do the donkeys sleep at night?" A girl asked.
"These donkeys work even at night," the hand said. "We often have them stay with the sheep and cattle in the pastures. They are diligent and can protect the herd from coyotes."
Matt had been terrified by his first coyote, but the canine had been more wary of him. Judging the pasture too risky with a donkey on patrol, the coyote went elsewhere, perhaps sparing a few lambs and calves.
"Do they have girlfriends?"
The hand chuckled and sincerely hoped the two donkeys didn't get up to their hijinks in front of the visiting school's students. "Well, the farm's only girl donkey was really old and passed away last month." He didn't want to linger on that note. "Does anyone know what you call a female donkey?"
A few students incorrectly guessed cow and mare.
"A female donkey is a jenny," the hand said. "The boy donkeys are called jack."
"They're jack-asses," one bolder boy shouted, only for one of the teachers to grab him and pull him aside and remind him about rules against colorful language.
"They look dumb," another boy said.
"Well, you can train donkeys," the hand said, although he scowled in Matt's direction. That particular donkey did seem dumber than most of the other donkeys the hand had ever worked with.
A young girl showed marked romantic tendencies. "I think you ought to buy them a girl donkey to keep them company."
"I'll let the farmer know about your suggestion," the hand said disingenuously. He wondered seriously if the two jacks would even show any interest in a jenny.
After the ride around the farm, some of the kids gathered around as the hand unhitched the two jacks. Matt could only look at them with dull, weary eyes. His eyes didn't even give a hint of his inner turmoil. They simply made him look placid and, yes, dumb.
But he wasn't dumb, and that was part of the curse. He still wanted his human life back. But that didn't stop him from enjoying the alpha jack's attention once the buses had departed with the school-age tourists. He hemmed and hawed, but he didn't try to get away. He let the alpha jack drape his legs over him and work a long rod of a cock into Matt's poor ass.
But the jack finished too quickly, leaving Matt with a hard, unspent cock and churning balls.
"You bastard!" Matt brayed. "Come back! At least let me finish, too!"
The other donkey ignored its companion's brays. He'd gotten what he wanted.
Yes, it had been a month since Matt had swapped lives with a donkey. He could rail against fate and bray until he turned blue. He wasn't swapping back.