All the sudden, your sharpened donkey hearing picks up the sound of a large heavy door swinging open. It startled you awake. It's dark. Very dark. It only seemed like you were asleep for 5 minutes, when it's been 6 hours, you were that exhausted from yesterday's slave work.
You thought you were at home, in your bed and someone was breaking into your house. You attempt to throw off your covers, and roll over off your bed onto the floor between your bed and your wall to hide. That was your plan anyway.
Instead , your heavy right front hoof made a loud "CLOP!" on the wooden floorboards of Jeb's, now your, stall. This startled you even more, as you didn't know that loud CLOP came from your own movement.
You stood there on all fours breathlessly in sheer terror. You heard a voice say something, but you couldn't understand the words. Suddenly, a light turned on overhead. One of those harsh white kerosene-powered lights the Amish use.
You blink your bleary eyes for a few moments, even wanting to reach up to rub them with your hands. But they felt strangely stiff. Almost non-existent. All you managed to do, was to lift your right leg up and drop it back down with the same heavy "CLOP!"
You see a dark figure moving around in the shadows. You attempt to ask "who's there?" All you managed to do, was bray a sharp "heee hhaawww!"
That noise escaping your thick lips, instead of the words you intended! That's when it hit you like a ton of bricks! "No! It can't be..." you try to say. "Haaaawwwww heeee hhaawww...."
You freeze again out of even greater fear in your heart. Standing still while one part of your mind trying to deny the reality, and the other part knowing full well the truth. In this moment, your giant black donkey dick begins to unfurl. Your giant black wobbly balls begin to churn. Your mind begins to register the shape of your body.
Still partially in denial while also knowing the truth, you slowly crane your long gray-furred neck to your right side to look at the barrel-shaped flank your neck is attached to. You see the tail flick in and out of view. Jeb's tail! Your tail!
"HEEE HHAAWW HHEE HHAAWW HHEE HHAAWW!" You slowly begin to panic, even as you grow hornier over your dawning realization: "I'm still a....DONKEY!" You think.
It's been two days! This is now the beginning of your third day as a donkey! For two nights, you slept in a stall as a donkey named Jeb!
"Heee HHAAWW!" You continue braying. You haven't been able to speak a single word for the past two days and nights. And likely never will, as you don't have any way to put those magic socks back on your feet. If you could even get your hands, or rather teeth, on them ever again. Who knows what that farmer did with them?
While you were "rediscovering" yourself, the farmer was busy releasing the other animals, mostly cows, from their stalls first so they can begin their day of lazily grazing.
Your hormones had worked itself up to a frenzy. Your giant penis beginning to bob up and down of its own accord in heat. "Hee hhaawww heee HHAAWW heee HHAAWW" you continue braying in consternation and frustration while the farmer works and you tried releasing your seed from your stinking unwashed dick.
Eventually, your boss comes over and puts your reigns back on your head. He shoved the metal bit back into your mouth. It felt all too familiar and uncomfortable. You wanted to resist, but your instincts of being a docile, domesticated, and obedient farm animal wouldn't allow you to.
That bridle and reigns made you feel even more debased once again. You felt like a slave. Which you were. Not to mention, the constant exposure and privation of your private parts. Which, btw, your felt the stirring of your horniness getting closer. You could feel the rush pushing it's way up through. In the form of hot acrid donkey piss!
"Haaaww heee hhaawww," you managed to bray over the bit, extremely irritated with the denial of sexual release.
The farmer opened Jeb's stall to lead you out, as the final animal to leave the stable. You were the only one that had to be bridled up and led by a human. It was almost embarrassing in its own right, nevermind the fact that you had the form of a farm animal with tall broad ears constantly sticking up and swivelling around like satellite dishes on top of your long-snouted skull, in addition to your tail on the other end of your body.
As you obediently Clip-Clopped your way out of the barn, you immediately noticed all the cows still milling about near the entrance. They get another day of luxurious independance in the sun. You found yourself beimg sub-conscious in front of a bunch of fucking COWS! Like they were your superiors. You tried to convince yourself otherwise, but it was futile. You knew you were at the bottom of the hierarchy. You didn't want those cows watching you being led out last, but there was no helping it. You didn't have control over your own body.
The Amish man led you across the rows you had already plowed, back to the tool where it was left off from the day before. By the time he got you rigged up to his machine, the sky was beginning to lighten a little bit. With a slap of the reigns, away you went! You started slowly pulling the now-familiar weight of that plow. Your own breakfast denied, you realize, as you haven't even eaten anything yet. And so, began a second full day of the farmer sitting on the seat and looking at your donkey form from behind, unaware you are human behind those tall donkey ears, while you did all the work.