Jayson plunged ever deeper into the dun colored mare. His mule cock was almost the size of a draft horse, but sorry to say he had no final satifaction of feeling his cock unload.
Jayson thrusted for hours as he got less of a delight than he hoped to recieve. Memories of being miss Jennifer his high school gym teacher did not quite feel the same. True he was now hairy, animalistic, and had one hell of a big cock. Yet the sexual feeling of mounting was not what he had remembered.
At last he stood down and again licked at the mares juices. Slowly he turned round and walked over to his stall. Jayson stood for a while and watched the previously reformed humans brought in sweating and very tired. The Coachmen would at least once an hour bring a horse, donkey, mule or a screaming human into the barn.
No matter what was brought in all remained as and later left as animals. Jayson reflected on his short life in human form. He thought of his mean jokes on the white kids and his neat jokes on his brothers. A Tear ran down his hairy cheek as the rememberance of his Mom.
Then suddenly life and work came his way when a Coachman took his halter in hand. "Come on mule time to find out how strong that animal body really is, come on!"
Jayson felt strange but at the same time willing to be out of the smelly barn at any cost. Turning his ever growing mule body he walked slowly out of the barn.
Two Coachmen directed three small almost human creatures to pull and haul the leather straps of his harness. Jayson looked down at the small creatures and snorted as they stretched a thick leather strap under his rounded belly.
The sun beat very warm on the black hairy back of a mule. Jayson began to sweat even before he was put to work. Soon the four mules were harness together and with a sting of the wip Jayson began to pull the garbage wagon.
Pulling became a single minde thought. The crack of the wip on Jayson's round ass made him learn to jump into action. The wagon plodded alone as the four mules pulled it. Business after exibit, can after can the junk was laoded into the old wooden wagon.
Hours went by as Jayson began to forget any human thought and only wanted to not hear or feel the wip. Uggg, uggg, uggg, Jayson made a sound as he helped pull the wagon alone. In time they reached the far back acres of the Park.