There was just something special about this farm, something that made you feel like you never wanted

There was just something special about this farm, something that made you feel like you never wanted to leave. Something about sitting under the tall oak tree by the little red ranch house, watching the chickens pecking at the ground, the cows out grazing in the field, the old donkey standing at the fence. The donkey looked like it was staring at her, and though she tried to break eye contact it was as if her head was being held in place. She struggled a little before going limp, something about it’s eyes was almost… hypnotizing.

“Some…bodyeeeehaaalp me…. Help meeeehaaawww!” She tried to call out for help as a eerie chill gripped her body. Her eyes fluttered for a moment and a sudden and intense drowsiness overtook her.

“N-no… Can’t… stay… awake.. s-something’s nnaaaawwwwt right…” She lost the fight and her eyelids closed, all she saw was darkness as she fell down to the rainbow striped blanket.

Some time later she slowly stirred, she had been dreaming about galloping through a field on a sunny day…. She yawned deeply and rubbed her eyes. It was late afternoon now.

“What hawwwpened?”

“Huhaaaww?

"Haaawww? Heeeehaawwww!?”

As hard as she tried she couldn’t manage a full sentence without launching into a loud bray like some sort of ass. She was feeling a bit unsteady and put her hand down to brace herself only to touch something long and furry. She looked to her side and saw a thick tail that seemed to run behind her and under her skirt. she pulled her hand back reflexively and noticed how hairy her arm was. That familiar feeling of never wanting to leave hit her again, and as much as she was frightened by her changes, they didn’t seem all that bad really…. The tail was even kind of cute… She had always wondered what it would be lie to have a tail. Maybe being a donkey wouldn’t be so bad?