Grumbling at his situation, Ken drives across town to a small strip mall where his wife asked him to go.

Stitching her newest piece of art she had run out of a special color of thread. Then doing things in her normal manner, she started another project, that of cooking, baking, and during baking time, she would return to stitching a storm!

Even as a faithful husband was driving across town to get what his dearest wife had a need, Ken was thinking, wishing he was home working on his model railroad. That dank and gray wintry day, the sky as dreary and streets still covered in the snow that fell the previous night. If all this was not bad enough to cause Ken some annoyance, then too were the aggressive drivers behind and or passing around Ken.

Zig and zag, he needs to weave through traffic, some driving slower yet, and other thinking the road was as dry pavement. The different the drivers driving around him, Ken gets his temper flared, he grumbling, begin to drive aggressive too, he hating to be out in the cold.

At last he turns across the busy traffic and into the narrow driveway of the little mall. Cars parked on angles both left and right, he can not find one place to park his car. Ken is rapidly getting steamed now as he sits, needing to await an opened parking space, he muttering to himself; a thing you do when age sixty and or higher.

Mary Ann Stitching, so reads the sign above the shop door. As Ken waits for one car to back out and give him a palace to park.

Impatient, Ken sets getting more angry from the waiting and looking around at the other signs there at the mall he wonders of what else might then be there, and of his interests.

Signs abound, “Bonny Lee Bakery, Jason Bonnet Realtor, Benny Shoe Repair,” and on the far end of the long lineup of shops and stores hangs a black sign with five red letters “W.I.C.C.A.”

"Hey," yells Ken, as at the far end he sees one car back out a parking space and drive away in a hurry. He gives up on the one driver that seemingly cannot back up and drive away, turns his car and heads for the one open place to park.

A bit to hasty considering the weather and conditions of the snow covered roads, Ken rockets his pickup truck toward the open space.

"Damn it!" He grumbles, as the space available would fit best a compact car and not so good his pickup. Inching into the space he makes it tight on the passenger side giving him easier exiting on the driver side. No sooner is he in and parked, than the of the car to his right comes along he yells at Ken. They obviously upset, says some nasty phrase about how he left so little a space to enter their car.

Ken was in a bad mood already and not about to show his long-hence learned Christian ethics of mercy, instead he lets the person have the famous California one finger wave.

Then without much forethought he opening his truck door, enraged with anger at his day, in a mix of anger and haste Ken flings open the truck door only to hear it go “Whack.”

Whack he did, and Ken looks as he realizes the truck door just hit the car next to his. The truck door being higher than the car to his left, the door edge had a corner and made quite a dent plus a scratch in the finish of one recently new model black Cadillac.

"Oh shit, damn I have no time for this…, shit!" Ken grumbled as he slams hard his truck door shut, he then heads for the stitch shop.

Minutes later Ken returns to the truck and getting in his door strikes the Cady once more making the ding into a real major scratch and dent. As Ken roars backwards and squeals the trucks tires a woman dressed in black comes out "The W.i.c.c.a. Shop".

Quickly she spots the mark left on her new car, and looking around, watches as Ken makes his way out the parking lot. Her right hand flies up high as she yells at Ken only to get the friendly California wave as he spins the trucks tires on icy pavement and heads for home.

The scene there brings notice from some other people coming out the WICCA shop. Now there stands a group of five ladies dressed in black all in agreement about one thing, Ken should pay for what he has done!

Now the traffic seems heavier than before and Ken gets stuck in traffic. Light after light he gets stuck waiting and getting feelings of anxious haste to return home. His thoughts return to the Cady he scratched and his anger, haste, and terrible manners concerning the ding he left in that car begins to bother him.

Squirming in the seat Ken is rapidly becoming uncomfortable. Rubbing his back against the seat he has an itch he has trouble to scratch. Breathing too, seems rapid as his heart would like to fly right out his chest, he with driving and thinking, the anxious feeling coming over him to want and hurriedly get home.

Now the anxious feeling is making his head ache and even there begins a ringing sound in his ears. The noise of car engines and even the music playing on his own CD player starts to really annoy him to no end!

At last the traffic begins to flow along and Ken drives like someone mad with intent to get somewhere. The most uncomfortable feelings are welling up and even making him wonder if a spring is broken in the truck driver-side seat. Reaching down while driving, Ken using his left hand began to search beneath his butt for whatever he felt poking him.

"Wow!" Ken yells, as he thought to slow by using the brake-peddle only to have his foot slip off and slam down hard on the accelerator peddle. He had foolishly missed the brake, but recovered control of the car, as this caused him to breath faster, begin to sweat, and of thinking how a close call to having an accident he might just of had to deal with then the police. Strange though, as if from the sudden moment of excitement he feels himself aroused.

Driving along, as with every green traffic signal he sees, he gets a strange desire for eating. Thoughts wander again from the street, traffic, and even getting home as begins in him a sensing desire becoming as wild lust for open spaces and companionship. The thinking of having a companion seems to be exciting again the sense of arousal, but this time the resulting erection is forcing its way upright, as if soon to press past his trouser waistline and poke from under his tight leather belt.

“Beep,” as honking horns from a car behind the truck, as Ken seeing the light is green and he was daydreaming again.

Roar goes the engine and off down the road goes Ken speeding along toward home. As he looks again at the rural fields his thoughts again wander to wandering. Such the day and so many adverse situations, the longing to find a place of peaceful existence is forcing his erection to grow. Growing it is, he can feel such a state of arousal, his erection is working north under his T-shirt, Shirt, and winter jacket, seeming as if it were wanting to pop out the neck of his shirt.

As uncomfortable as was his sporting such a massive an erection, Ken found it rather distracting this sudden highly excited sense of an arousal. The size, length and new girth of the erection made steering of the vehicle around corners as preferred he be close to his dear wife.

One thing strangely uncomfortable then led to the next, as Ken thought his truck seat was mis-adjusted, he felt his hair brushing the ceiling of the truck cab.

He was becoming distracted with one new sense of discomfort after another, until he needed to stop at the four way stop sign. This the intersection of his home road turned away from the rural highway.

As he waited for other cars to pull up and then go, moving out of his way, another car and anxious driver moved up to his left side, between his car and the curb. As it happened, one young passenger sitting inside that other car turned to give a look at Ken wondering who would go first.

Ken being higher in the truck seat, did turn to give an angry look at the car and driver crowding him. He looked down into the other car. In the front were two ladies, a lone child sat sitting in a car-seat on the backseat. As each car moved up the child looked up through the side window at Ken.

Ken looking down saw the child and changing his attitude greatly, he offered the child a friendly smile. Then to all wonderment in Ken the eyes of the child went wide and its expression changed from one of passive delight to one of horror. It began to scream and point out the window at Ken. One of the Ladies turned to comfort the screaming child only to peer out her window and see Ken.

The car to his left jerked violently as the woman too then pointed and began to scream. Suddenly the car veered left pulling around other cars and forcing its way past oncoming cars to fly around the corner and be gone.

Ken shook his head, "Women drivers," he thought to laugh at the woman and her brat kid, he muttered his disgust with how people, in general tend to drive, but his utterance came out of him sounding like a queer giggle, "He…, he…, he!"

When at long last his chance came to move into the intersection and all opposing traffic was clear, Ken reached hard to press the gas peddle and make the truck move out toward home. The same silly giggle happened from out his mouth, sound he made soon had his mind in a quandary, somehow mixed with his want for peace and open fields, and of wandering, made the truck wandered too.

Honking of on-coming cars Ken ignored he was feeling on pain other than that broken spring in his seat. Strange this feeling as he felt so elated, as with that oddity in voice he began mimicking a merry tune coming from the truck radio. His singing and giggle continued, he felt a wondrous euphoric feeling for stopping the truck, he longed to get out of the truck and wander in the peaceful tranquility of the great out-of-doors.

It was as his mind wandered, so did the truck wander right off the road and slammed into 12 foot deep drainage ditch with a bang. Stunned and shaken, his mind and thoughts turned to his accident as he tried to open the truck door. Trying repeatedly, but his hand reached toward but were wholly unable to grasp the door handle to unlatch and open the truck door. Anxiety, foolishness, fear, and his still stout erection added to his lack of concentration for grabbing hold of the truck driver side door latch.

"Damn, damn, fricking door!" Ken grumbled in his thoughts but what escaped his lips was once sounded quite the babbling of a man not coherent.

Feeling helpless as hapless in his predicament, Ken noted how the street there and that time of day were sparse of any cars. The lack of anyone driving past or stopping to give emergency aid of Ken, this gave him time for wonder, he thinking until he realized just what was happening.

Suddenly Ken sat op rigid! His eyes having caught a sight of something he could not or maybe would not believe. He slowly moved his head in direct line with the truck rear view mirror, and peered cautiously at the reflection. Starring back was a face not his own, it having large and dark orb round eyes, huge nostrils, and think lips. The lips seemed to want to lift, showing teeth as if to smile, something he always did when looking at his reflection, Ken would smile at himself.

Now Ken sat there looking at what looked back at him, he knowing this had to be as his reflection!

Maybe as for his good luck the truck engine had not continued to operate after the accident. Ken pivoted there in the seat with thoughts again of his exiting by way of the truck door. He again reached out for the handle only to see instead of his hand was a hoof and one hairy foreleg. Ken reached over to touch on the electric window button, thinking to run down his door window and bring in the fresh cold air to revive his senses back to reality.

In a flurry of movement, Ken reached both arms or as he saw them, forelegs and hoofs out through the truck side window, and with a push up and off the truck floor, he tried to launch himself out the truck side window.

It might have worked if Ken was still human, but he was not!

Tucked feet ended up sliding along the center console and the passenger side leather seat-cover. A further scramble of stretching and wiggling brought out of Ken a rush of indignant remarks, the bulk of which were as, “Hee-haw, Hee-haw,” and so forth.

Jerking and several push off moves with what felt not like his human legs did more to wrestle off his body the clothing that was never made to fit the form of an animal. When at long last Ken felt he was moving out the truck side window, he felt too his shirt tearing, and dress slacks slipping but he did not care anymore, he knew of all things first, he had to get out of his truck.

Ken stretching, his clothing was coming off of him from coat, shirt, underwear and pants. He knew he was wearing shoes when he was inside the store at the mall, but they too were off his feet, he feeling the dull sensation as similar to how his hands felt, if they were really as hoofs and not being his hands.

Slipping from the truck to the snowy covered ground, Ken laid for a moment to collect his thoughts, satisfied he was outside the damaged truck. In him remained that strange urge to get up, stand up, and run, flee and escape, to run as fast as possible and go home. Even as Ken stood there on then all fours his mind and desire to escape was showing in the common manner of a male animal, he was getting one hell of an erection, again.

He thinking still as would a man in his situation, Ken reared up and leaning against the closed truck door, he tried several times to reach inside and get back the clothing that had slipped off his body during his escape.

His shirt was close but looking at it the thing was all torn and ripped, most of the button were missing, One show on the passenger seat and the other down on the floor by the control peddles was far from his possible reach. He stood there for a long while, as much wanting his clothing, but at the same time wondering why in the middle of winter and out in the cold, his being naked felt quite comfortable.

Ken stood there his mind foggy as what to do next?

Sliding his hoof down the truck sheet metal skin, he stood on what his brain said were four legs, four hoofs, and he was not human. Ken began to try walking slowly, in circles at first, trying to decide what next he should do.

As he breathed in cold air, there were a host of smells, scents to his changing mind, these forcing suggestions to him, telling of which direction to proceed but to do it with haste. Just then the ear piercing sounds of sirens coming ever closer did hurt his ears. Ken leaped the width of the drainage ditch, coming to stand atop the far side and stood there eying, watching as cars stopped, people came then to be of aid to the possible injured driver, and the police car then arrived. As Ken stood there captivated by the scene of so many caring people looking to aid him, he tried hard to tell them he was just fine and standing there wishing to go home.

Try as he did, what he said was not understandable to those there, they saw not a man naked, but Ken, he being by then a yearling size of a brown donkey Jack, sporting quite an aroused erection!

The police there and people stopping that Ken remembered and knew as friendly types, as from the accident Ken and his mindset was thinking along a different path, he wished of finding the origin to the wonderful smells he seemed to recollect.

Then another police car arrived, and from it came out his tearful wife, she running to the truck, she calling his name. As the dear wife came to the accident and looked inside a tow truck was ready to hoisting the vehicle out of the ditch. Crying, the wife stood with friends and neighbors as all saw the tattered clothing lying mixed with leaves and brush on the ground.

The Police sent for a crime scene squad as they expected some animal had come and dragged the driver off for a meal.

Meanwhile a truck arrived from the Rigby Ranch. It all black with a tan colored rearing stallion painted on the front doors, the men seeing the donkey went after Ken. Ken knew not to trust these men, and allowed them to slip over his head a halter and clipped to that a rein to lead him across the drainage ditch and then inside the truck bay.

Comfortable more with every passing minute Ken was as a donkey, he stood and watched his truck get towed away, his wife falling to her knees and crying, as friends helped her into a car and all left the dreadful scene. The men slammed shut the rear gate to the stock truck as one made climbed into the passenger front seat, the other man climbed up on the truck wood slats; he greeted Ken, speaking with a friendly manner, said to get used to being the jackass he was as a man.

Who can really say what thoughts went around in the mind of ken, did he know who had taken possession of him, did he realize he was to be as a donkey for all his lifetime? As the truck began to move, what Ken did were the common actions of a donkey male, riding in a truck made him nervous and from this a crapped and often.

Ken felt his mind grew simple, his thoughts were other than the crude desires of donkey, had placid want of him standing in a pasture in the company of other just like him.

Soon after, they arrived at what Ken still knew to be a farm. It seemed to him as a friendly Farm, the owner came to help Ken from the truck and once he stood on the ground and feeling happy, he felt that same arousal beginning to fall fat and meaty.

Walking along side the woman who came to meet and greet Ken, he going along peaceable, with his donkey heritage swaying to his stride of steps. Ken had a head filled with new delights. Soon enough he would have his chance to mingle with the herds. The waiting for this made Ken gain in his passion, it became unbearable as of his erection would soon bust, or to spew a great load.

Ken turned his attention then to the approach of a dark figure walking toward him and the nice lady who was his new master. The closer this figure came to Ken the more his nose smelled the scent of hate and this made him skittish to handle. His mind was on things dealing mostly with what he felt up in his groin, and of running wild in the open pasture.

"Ken, that was your name, and I see no reason to cause you any mixed feeling about getting another name while here. What I see now is not the Jackass driving his truck and doing damage to my new car, but a donkey jackass, a young stud! What stands here is a dirty animal, just as he acted when being human, he can be naturally from here on. Just to let you think about this while your mind still works on some human levels, it was my sisters and I that caused this, the accident and your change to being what you really are, a Jackass.”

She seeing Ken act as if quite intent to listen to he every word, she said more, “My sisters did help to spell you to become as you are!"

Ken turns his head to look, seeing his nervous tail wagging and feeling his erection coming closer to wanting a spewing of his pent up volume of semen.

A wave of her hands and Ken jerks his head as if shocked, she said then, "Your mind is once again human, your thoughts rational, remembered are the memories of what you were, and knowledge for the present of what you are, I want you to suffer!"

Ken began to hee-haw as if wishing to explain the why and ask for mercy, forgiveness, but see the woman standing there looking unforgiving, his braying rant suddenly ceased. What he thought then in his mind was actually like, "Hee-haw, Hell’s-bells I am an animal, a donkey, naked, feeling bestial wants ideas, and she, she will not let me talk again! Oh shit I am a donkey for stud, stud, being a stud might not be so bad, my cock, I have a cock, it is a very sensual big tool, this could be fun even for an old man!”

The Lady began to laugh as she walked closer to Ken. She saying then, "Those I dislike rarely find what I do to them as fun! You damaged my car and then rather then owe up to your mistake, you fled, driving away and adding to it insult to my injury!

Just like they who are beasts, you too shall feel the call to rut, and in time fight for the desire and want to live, or rather than meet the skinning knife and die!"

Ken dropped to his fore knees, suddenly stunned at the brutal life he was to learn and live. He tilted his head to gaze up as if he wishing could begin to cry tears. Mentally he thought to reach her, as he thought in words he could not speak, "Please I beg forgiveness! Please I am really sorry for doing what I did to your car and the nasty gesture I made! I beg, beg to be made a human again! Please do not make me live the life of a donkey, and live only to mount and mate! Oh please I would never do those things again, please, mercy!"

Then from out of the air came the sound of four voices.

"Millar, let him go and return home, he is as one warned and scared enough," said the voice of a woman seemingly on his side.

Ken looked around but saw nobody but the woman dressed in black, himself, and nearby stood a dozen horny, whinnying pony mares and braying jennet donkeys, all in need of some blessed servicing.

The woman sighed, "All right Sisters, I shall relent, not until I have gained my pound of flesh! He can become again as a man, being most of what he was, if but he needs first to learn and know what he deserves, I render him to remain a donkey stud for one year.

He may return to being his human self but, to control his manners and those disgusting gestures, when he has mated for a year as a farm stud, I will return him to be then human, after he is gelded!”

To that the other voices cheered and then were silent. Millar, turned to face Ken and kneeling down cupped his whisker chin in her hands and said to him, "I relent making your form and life a curse but only after each and every wanting female in the pasture on this farm is satisfied, pregnant, and no longer of need for your services! Then in a year from today you may return home but for the rest of your life.

Now get busy your wife looks forward to your return!" Millar says, she that woman dressed in black, doubtless a witch of some renown. The dealing done, and just before Ken returns to use his mouth, nostrils, and cock for mating like a donkey, as of whom then should walk up and stand beside that woman, but his dearest wife.

“Does he know me, is he with his wits still?” she who cried and carried on at the accident seems to know more than Ken expected his wife to know.

Ken stands there looking first at the woman dressed in black, then turning to gaze at the horny mares and jennets pleading for him to come to them, and looks at his wife, she smiles at him and says, “Stupid man, you are lazy and if once a good provider, since you took early retirement you became a joke.

The joke is on you, I have now your life insurance, everything you own, and financial security you could not give me until you were dead. So go to those horny beasts, mate with them, and come next year when the snow flies, and when asked to stay or lose your big nuts and be again a tainted man, I shall hope you stay here and do your duty to them, they over there.” The wife says, as she pointed toward the herd of female pining for a stud to come.

Stunned more, it was almost a full year and Ken stood about with his male shaft out ready but calloused and aching. Triumphant in his duties, as every mare and or jennet there stood sated and pregnant; he thought they had no need of further services. As night falls Ken curls up into a tight ball wishing to be warm and wait for the dawn.

The Sun coming up red meant a change in the weather, and so the change happened as Ken awoke finding himself still a donkey. He had grown in statue to be a taller stud of a donkey. He heard then from out in the front of the barn there being many sounds and strange noises.

A man walks into the barn. He comes to give a eye of respect to the donkey stud, as Ken ogles back at the man they hear the sounds of a truck unloading many with hoofs.

“I count forty-two jennet donkeys on this load, and what of the other two trucks, will they arrive today or how soon?” The man asked, he the stable groomsman, it is he who feeds Ken and cares for the prime stud. Donkey Ken, renown for his siring of mule foals bearing uncommon willing attitudes, a higher level of intelligence, and healthy, they of a longevity equal to a human lifespan of three score and ten or more years being as mules!