Farmland

(Set: $Braymenu to true)(Set: $Titlesave to true)You really should have flown home from university. You were only saving a few hundred dollars by driving, something your parents said they'd cover, but you had to be an adult, you had to be responsible, and you had to see the country. Well, you were surrounded by country now. Farmland to be precise. Your rental had broken down and you'd started down the road, hoping to reach the next rest stop before sundown, but it wasn't looking good. You stop to rest beneath a tree and take in your surroundings. (link-reveal: "Look West")[ The single lane road extends seemingly forever, undulating as it stretch into the setting sun. There's no sign of approaching vehicles or civilization of any kind.] (link-reveal: "Look North")[ Slowly waving fields of wheat stretch into the distance, eventually giving way to mountains at least a few dozen miles away.] (link-reveal: "Look East")[ The road heading back towards the car. You think you can barely see the steam still rising from the busted engine, but it could just be the haze of the hot air off the dark asphalt.] (link-reveal: "Look South")[ Fields of wheat ripple slowly in the light breeze. Your mood improves slightly at the small glint of red peaking out above the rolling hills of grain. A grain silo. A grain silo means a farm. [[Head South towards the farm]]] (link-reveal: "Check phone")[ You've got about 80% battery, but unfortunately no signal way out here in the middle of nowhere.]

You trudge through the wheat, pushing the healthy stalks of grains aside as you make your way up the small hill. You reach the top and, to your relief, spot a small farm down the hill from you, complete with a two-story farmhouse, the previously spotted silo, a barn, and a worn-out truck. (link-reveal: "Examine the Farmhouse")[ To your great relief, the farmhouse is well-kept, with fresh white paint, a maintained vegitable garden, and a small fence around it. You think you can see movement inside. Finally, your luck is changing.] (link-reveal: "Examine the Silo")[ A tall, metal silo. You know very little about them, so can't really tell anything other than it is definitely a silo and is definitely red.] (link-reveal: "Examine the Barn")[ A large, red barn. Classic. The large doors are open and you can see movement from within.] (link-reveal: "Examine the Truck")[ A well-maintained, albeit rather beat up, truck, hopefully in a good enough state to take you to a rest stop so you can get a tow or repair or something and be on your way.] [[Go to the Farmhouse]] [[Go to the Silo]] [[Go to the Barn]] [[Go to the Truck]]

(If: $Fayeloc is 6)[(goto: "FayeFarmhouse")] Location: Front Veranda You walk up the short few steps leading to the wooden landing that wraps around two sides of the farmhouse. There are numerous hanging pots and long planters along the porch(IF: $Donkeybrain >= 3)[, several of which look rather appetizing]. The door sits before you, painted the same red as the barn. It's flanked on either side by short wooden statues in the shape of rearing donkeys(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[, the sight of which causes a wave of tension to course through you(If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[. You push up to your toes and raise your arms, fists clenched, reflexively mimicing the pose and braying for a couple seconds before regaining control]]. In the middle of the door is a large knocker in the shape of a donkeys head, the actual knocker a metal ring held in its mouth. (If: $GirlMeeting is 0)[(link-reveal: "Use the Knocker")[ You take hold of the heavy metal ring and bang it firmly a few times. You stand in near silence, only broken by distant donkey brays and subtle shuffling from inside the farmhouse.]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12 and <= 17)[(link-reveal: "Graze a Bit")[ You look over the plants, eyeing some colorful flowers and a few succulent vines before your hungry gaze falls on a long planter near bursting with thick clumps of deep green grass. (If: $Tail is false)[You](If: $Tail is true)[Your tail swishes as you] drop to your knees, then slump forward to your hands, braying lazily as you lower your head and bite at the grass. It's as delicious as it looked. Your thoughts slow as you chew, muscles relaxing as you enjoy the juicy grass and afternoon sun. Your focus doesn't return until after you swallow, allowing you to recover despite the still large amount of tasty grass at you feet(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[(link-reveal: "Graze a Bit")[(Goto: "Overgraze")]] (If: $GirlMeeting is 0)[[Enter the Farmhouse|First Time]] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)[[Enter the Farmhouse|Farmhouse Parlor]] [[Go to the Silo]] [[Go to the Barn]] [[Go to the Truck]] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)[[Go to the Edge of the Farm|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: Silo You stand at the base of the tall silo. The structure casts a shadow across the entire property, stretching over the farmhouse and onto the barn. There is a small hatch at the base of the silo, a smattering a shoe, boot, and hoofprints surrounding it.(If: $Donkeybrain >= 3)[ The ambient smells filling the area make your stomach rumble absently with a weird hunger.] (link-reveal: "Open the Hatch")[(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1) You open the hatch, jumping back slightly as a small pile of grain pours out before it closes again. (if: $Donkeybrain >= 4)[The hunger pangs increase, the jewels of grain shining in the sunlight looking rather appealing to you.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[You bray absently in hunger as you gaze down at the grains you've dispensed from the silo. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 8 and <= 12)[(link-reveal: "Snack on Some Grain")[ You kneel down and pick up a handful of grains. You pop the first few in your mouth, but as the taste washes over you, the rest ar shoved in with abandon. You bray in content, rubbing your belly as you stand back up.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <= 17)[(link-reveal: "Enjoy A Meal of Grain")[ You drop to your knees and cup your hands together, scooping up as much of the enticing grain as you can. You lean in and devour it in a few bites, body shivering with delight as you do. Meal finished, you sit back and bray happily before getting back to your feet.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[(link-reveal: "Devour the Delicious Grain")[(Goto: "Silojack")]]]] [[Go to the Farmhouse]] [[Go to the Barn]] [[Go to the Truck]] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)[[Go to the Edge of the Farm|Edge of the Farm]]

(If: $Fayeloc is 3)+(If: $Tailmind >= 10)[(Goto: "Fayetail")]Location: The Barn A stereotypical barn, complete with a coat of bright red paint. You can hear movement from within, the large double doors standing open to the outside world. [[Enter the Barn]] [[Go to the Back of the Barn]] [[Go to the Farmhouse]] [[Go to the Silo]] [[Go to the Truck]] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)[[Go to the Edge of the Farm|Edge of the Farm]]

(If: $Fayeloc is 3)[(Goto: "Fayetruck")]Location: The Truck A well-kept, if road worn, truck. It's warm to the touch, but everything out here is. It sits in a dirt parkway that leads out around the hill you walked over to get here. (If: $Rustkey is false)+(If: $Truckkey is false)[(link-reveal: "Check the Doors")[ The doors are locked, not that you'd be able to hotwire it if they weren't]](If: $Rustkey is true)[(link-reveal: "Try the Rusty Key")[ You try to unlock the door with the key, but despite the key looking like it would fit, the rust blocks it from sliding into the lock.]](If: $Truckkey is true)[(link-reveal: "Try to the Restored Key")[ You attempt to open the lock, and let out a (If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[bray-]sigh of relief when the door opens. You pull yourself into the car and swiftly turn the key in the ignition(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears swishing happily as the engine turns over.]. You can see a dirt road leading from the farm out to the main road, all you need to do is step on it. (link-reveal: "Leave the Farm")[(goto: "Escape Ending")]]] (link-reveal: "Check the Truck Bed")[ The bed is full of farm equipment, mostly tack and harness for (If: $GirlMeeting is 0)[some kind of equines](If: $GirlMeeting is 1)[the farm's donkeys]. Looking deeper, you can see what looks like a broken surf board and a few sandy beach towels buried under the farm stuff. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[The vague scent of jenny tickles your nose from within the truck bed.]] [[Go to the Farmhouse]] [[Go to the Silo]] [[Go to the Barn]] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)[[Go to the Edge of the Farm|Edge of the Farm]]

(If: $Braymenu is true)[(link-reveal: "Examine Self")[ You're a collage-aged young man, with shaggy brown hair, dressed in a pair of cargo pants, a t-shirt, and a cheap pair of sneakers.(If: $Bray is true)[ (If: $Donkeybrain <= 11)[You occasionally release a crude version of a donkey bray. Despite your best efforts, you can't seem to prevent it for more than a minute or so, and despite your fears, each one makes your head bubble pleasantly.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 12 and <= 15)[You occasionally release a surprisingly accurate donkey bray. You know you should resist it, but it felt good to let it out.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16 and <= 19)[You frequently pause your exploration to release a torrent of pitch-perfect donkey brays. During each asinine fit, human words fade from your thoughts, as though you were actively braying them away.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[You frequently bray like a wild donkey, exalting in how good and proper it felt. Even when you weren't braying, your thoughts were disrupted by them, as though your very thoughts were dissolving into simplistic bursts of sound and emotion.]](If: $Ears is true)[ (If: $Donkeybrain <= 11)[Atop your head sit a pair of tall, fuzzy donkey ears. Aside from occasionally twitching, they're mostly dead weight, unnatural and uncomfortable](If: $Donkeybrain >= 12 and <= 15)[A pair of donkey ears stick up from your head, pivoting towards sounds and twitching in the wind. With each passing minute, their weight feels more natural and their movements feel more instinctive.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16 and <= 19)[Your ears swish and pivot, turning towards the brays of the other donkeys and flicking at the thought of going to play with them. It makes you giggle-bray thinking about how natural they feel.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[Your donkey ears stand proud and tall above your head, naturally turning towards interesting sounds and swishing playfully when you thought of the other donkeys. The idea that you'd have anything other than the ears of an ass is distant, like a nearly forgotten dream.](If: $Tail is true)[ (If: $Donkeybrain <= 11)[Hanging from a surprisingly clean hole in your cargo pants is a long, ropey donkey tail, tipped with a black-furred tassel. It hangs limply, feeling like a limb that has fallen asleep, or has yet to wake up](If: $Donkeybrain >= 12 and <= 15)[A donkey tail hangs from your backside, swishing to help you balance as you walk and twitching absently as your mind wanders from time to time.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16 and <= 19)[Your tail moves expertly as you walk, a natural extension of your body. It does get excited when you see hay, or the barn, or other donkeys. When you let your mind wander, it bounces oddly, as though it was trying to knock you off balance](If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[Your tail dances behind you as you move about the farm, a graceful extension of your body that fills you with pride. It's occasional insistence that you should be on all fours nudges at your thoughts, making you feel more and more confused as to why you weren't on four hooves like you were supposed to be.]]](If: $Bray is true)+(If: $Ears is true)+(If: $Tail is true)+(If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[ (link-reveal: "Stumble in Confusion")[(Goto: "Stumble in Confusion")]]]]

(Set: $BrayCount to 0)(Set: $InStall to false)(Set: $Brayfriend to 0) (If: $Fayeloc is 4)[(Goto: "FayeBarn")]Location: Inside the Barn As you walk into the barn, you're greeted by five donkeys, each braying a hearty hello to (If: $Donkeybrain <= 11)[the visitor](If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[their herd mate]. Each donkey is locked in a stall, and there is one (If: $Donkeybrain <= 11)[open](If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[inviting] stall at the end of a row. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[(link-reveal: "Greet the First Donkey")[ You approach the first stall and greet the gray donkey warmly. He meets your gaze, ears flicking towards you.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(if: $BrayCount is 3)[ The donkey brays invitingly to you, drawing a warm giggle from you(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)](If: $BrayCount is 4)[ The donkey steps closer, nuzzling the side of your head and snorting playfully, as if greeting an old friend.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)](If: $BrayCount is 5)[ The donkey brays warmly, nuzzling up your arm and against your head, snorting softly before nudging your gaze towards the strangely inviting empty stall.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +3)(Set: $BrayCount to 0)]] (link-reveal: "Greet the Second Donkey")[ You approach the second stall and greet the brown donkey warmly. He meets your gaze and tilts his head curiously.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(if: $BrayCount is 3)[ The donkey brays invitingly to you, drawing a warm giggle from you(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)](If: $BrayCount is 4)[ The donkey steps closer, nuzzling the side of your head and snorting playfully, as if greeting an old friend.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)](If: $BrayCount is 5)[ The donkey brays warmly, nuzzling up your arm and against your head, snorting softly before nudging your gaze towards the strangely inviting empty stall.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +3)(Set: $BrayCount to 0)]] (link-reveal: "Greet the Third Donkey")[ You approach the third stall and greet the scruffy donkey warmly. She swishes her tail and nods towards you.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(if: $BrayCount is 3)[ The donkey brays invitingly to you, drawing a warm giggle from you(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)](If: $BrayCount is 4)[ The donkey steps closer, nuzzling the side of your head and snorting playfully, as if greeting an old friend.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)](If: $BrayCount is 5)[ The donkey brays warmly, nuzzling up your arm and against your head, snorting softly before nudging your gaze towards the strangely inviting empty stall.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +3)(Set: $BrayCount to 0)]] (link-reveal: "Greet the Fourth Donkey")[ You appraoch the fourth stall and greet the black donkey warmly. He lifts his head and grunts softly.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(if: $BrayCount is 3)[ The donkey brays invitingly to you, drawing a warm giggle from you(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)](If: $BrayCount is 4)[ The donkey steps closer, nuzzling the side of your head and snorting playfully, as if greeting an old friend.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)](If: $BrayCount is 5)[ The donkey brays warmly, nuzzling up your arm and against your head, snorting softly before nudging your gaze towards the strangely inviting empty stall.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +3)(Set: $BrayCount to 0)]] (link-reveal: "Greet the Fifth Donkey")[ You approach the fifth stall and greet the spotted donkey warmly. She clops softly from hoof to hoof.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(if: $BrayCount is 3)[ The donkey brays invitingly to you, drawing a warm giggle from you(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)](If: $BrayCount is 4)[ The donkey steps closer, nuzzling the side of your head and snorting playfully, as if greeting an old friend.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)](If: $BrayCount is 5)[ The donkey brays warmly, nuzzling up your arm and against your head, snorting softly before nudging your gaze towards the strangely inviting empty stall.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +3)(Set: $BrayCount to 0)]] [[Enter the Empty Stall]] [[Leave the Barn|Go to the Barn]]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[ (link-reveal: "Converse with the Gray Jack")[ You casually lean on the short wall of the stall as Donkey brays a greeting to you. You bray back(If: $Tail is true)[, tail swishing as you do]. You chat-bray for a bit before you step back with a hearty goodbye.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(Set: $Brayfriend to 1)(If: $BrayCount is >= 3)[ You feel a relaxing sense of belonging as the donkeys bray at you.]] (link-reveal: "Ponder with the Brown Jack")[ You stand before Donkey as he looks at you intently. He brays a thoughtful riddle to you, one which stumps you greatly, causing you to giggle-bray in slight embarrassment before stepping away.(Set: $Brayfriend to 2)(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(If: $BrayCount >= 3)[ You feel a relaxing sense of belonging as the donkeys bray at you.]] (link-reveal: "Hang with the Scruffy Jenny")[ You skip up to Donkey's stall and lean against the short wall casually. She brays a lazy greeting and you bray back(If: $Ears is true)[, ear cocking to one side in a relaxed manner]. She comments on how boring things are around here, and you can't help but agree. She nudges your head in playful encouragement, to what you're not sure.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(Set: $Brayfriend to 3)(If: $BrayCount >= 3)[ You feel a relaxing sense of belonging as the donkeys bray at you.]] (link-reveal: "Say Hey to the Black Jack")[ You stand a few feet back and give a nod and soft bray to Donkey. He grunt-brays back at you, not quite warmed up to the herd's newest arrival. (Set: $BrayCount to it+1)(Set: $Brayfriend to 4)(If: $BrayCount >= 3)[ You feel a relaxing sense of belonging as the donkeys bray at you.]] (link-reveal: "Flirt with the Spotted Jenny")[ You blush and bray nervously as you approach Donkey, her head tilted to the side with her mane softly covering one eye. (If: $Tail is true)[Your tail curls and twitches as you bray a compliment. She brays back that your tail is cute, drawing an anxious bray from you. ]You pat her head softly and she nuzzles your hand warmly, her graceful tail bouncing behind her. You cuddle for a few seconds before stepping back.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(Set: $Brayfriend to 5)(If: $BrayCount >=3)[ You feel a relaxing sense of belonging as the donkeys bray at you.]] (live: 300)[(If: $BrayCount <= 4)[[Enter the Empty Stall]] (If: $BrayCount <= 4)[[Leave the Barn|Go to the Barn]](if: $BrayCount >= 5)[[Listen to Your Herd's Brays]]]]

Location: Behind the Barn Around the back of the barn, you find a few crates, some old tractor equipment, and a few piles of rubbish. You can also see a small work shed nearby, cloaked in the shadow of the barn. (link-reveal: "Examine the Crates")[(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1) Some wooden crates filled with some type of grain. (if: $Donkeybrain >= 3)[Your stomach grumbles at the sight of the grain. You feel oddly hungry.]] (link-reveal: "Examine the Rubbish")[ A few piles of worn out clothing, ripped at the seams and covered in dirt. They smell of hay and the barn.] [[Return to the Front of the Barn|Go to the Barn]] [[Go to the Work Shed]]

(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)+(If: $Phaseone is 0)+(If: $Headerpause is false)[You stop your search, heat ripling over you as pressure builds in your chest. Your thoughts stumble and your balance shifts. You slump forward, hands on your knees as the swelling pressure pushes into your neck. You reflexively arc your back and tilt your head up to release the pressure, braying loudly, "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw." The tension settles and your thoughts stabalize. Despite the horrific sensation, you can't help but admit releasing the pent up need felt...good. (Set: $Phaseone to 1) ]

(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[(Set: $Bray to true)](If: $Donkeybrain <= 7)[(Set: $Bray to false)] (If: $Braymenu is true)+(If: $Debug is true)[(link-reveal: "Donkey Brain Level:")[ You have $Donkeybrain donkey brain]] (If: $Braymenu is true)[(display: "Examine Self")] (If: $Braymenu is true)[(if: $Donkeybrain >= 8 and <= 12)[(link-reveal: "Bray")[ You lift your head and bray like a donkey.(set: $Donkeybrain to it + 1)]](if: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <= 19)[(link-reveal: "Bray Forcefully")[ You drop to your knees and slump forward to your hands, stabalizing yourself on all fours before rocking forward and braying loudly several times.(set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[(link-reveal: "Bray to Your Heart's Content")[(Set: $Overbray to true)(Set: $Braymenu to false)(Goto: "Endings")]](If: $Tailbrain is true)+(If: $Tail is true)+(If: $Tailmind is <= 4)[ (link-reveal: "Try to Control your Tail")[ You look down your side at your tail, the thing hanging limply behind you. You focus on it, squeezing muscles in your lower back and wiggling your hips in a poor effort to control it.(Set: $Tailmind to it +1)]](If: $Tailbrain is true)+(If: $Tail is true)+(If: $Tailmind is >= 5 and <= 8)[ (link-reveal: "Practice controlling your tail")[ You look over your shoulder, tail curling slightly around your leg so you can see it. You can feel muscles in it twitch and wiggle, making it move in a manner kinda like how you wanted it to.(Set: $Tailmind to it +1)]](If: $Tailbrain is true)+(If: $Tail is true)+(If: $Tailmind is >= 9)[ (link-reveal: "Swish your Tail Playfully")[ You bray proudly as your tail curls around in front of you, tassel tip twitching at your command before it tucks back behind you. You swish it up and down, back and forth, curl it up, straighten it out, all of it as if you've always had a tail.(Set: $Tailmind to it +1)]]]  (If: $Braymenu is true)[(link-reveal: "Save Game")[ (link: "Save Slot 1")[(save-game: "Save1")] (link: "Save Slot 2")[(save-game: "Save2")]]] (link-reveal: "Load Game")[ (link: "Load Slot 1")[(load-game: "Save1")] (link: "Load Slot 2")[(load-game: "Save2")]] (link: "Restart")[(goto: "Initial Setup")]

(If: $GirlMeeting is 0)+(If: $InStall is true)+(If: $Ending is 1)[(Goto: "Ending 1")] (If: $Overbray is true)[(Goto: "Ending 36")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 0)+(If: $Stabledoor is true)[(Goto: "Ending 1")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $MeetingEnd is true)[(Goto: "Ending 3")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Dumbdonkey is true)[(Goto: "Ending 4")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Braybarn is true)[(Goto: "Ending 5")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Jennyone is true)[(Goto: "Ending 6")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Fairyquiz is true)[(Goto: "Ending 7")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Fairytoy is true)[(Goto: "Ending 8")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Fayecomfort is true)[(Goto: "Ending 9")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Fayefarm is true)[(Goto: "Ending 10")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Fayebarn2 is true)[(Goto: "Ending 11")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Simpleass is true)[(Goto: "Ending 12")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Farmhand is true)[(Goto: "Ending 13")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Fridgeraid is true)[(Goto: "Ending 14")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Barnready is true)[(Goto: "Ending 15")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Donkeyspell is true)[(Goto: "Ending 16")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Sugarjenny is true)[(Goto: "Ending 17")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Lazyass is true)[(Goto: "Ending 18")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Bookbray is true)[(Goto: "Ending 20")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Showjack is true)[(Goto: "Ending 21")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Lostgrain is true)[(Goto: "Ending 22")] (If: $Herdbray is true)[(Goto: "Ending 23")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Fayebray is true)[(Goto: "Ending 24")] (If: $Overgraze is true)[(Goto: "Ending 25")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Emptyhead is true)[(Goto: "Ending 26")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Inhaleass is true)[(Goto: "Ending 27")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Properbray is true)[(Goto: "Ending 28")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Tailshow is true)[(Goto: "Ending 29")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Performer is true)[(Goto: "Ending 30")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Breathbray is true)[(Goto: "Ending 31")] (If: $Silojack is true)[(Goto: "Ending 32")] (If: $Selfass is true)[(Goto: "Ending 33")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Bridle is true)[(Goto: "Ending 34")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Stabledoor is true)[(Goto: "Ending 35")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 0)+(If: $FirstSight is 1)[(Goto: "Ending 2")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $InStall is true)+(If: $Ending is 1)[(Goto: "Ending 1")] (elseif:)[Bad Ending Logic] (If: $GirlMeeting is 0)+(If: $InStall is false)+(If: $Ending is 1)[(Goto: "Ending 0")] (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $InStall is false)+(If: $Ending is 1)[(Goto: "Ending 00")]

Location: Empty Stall (Set: $InStall to true) You pull open the chest-high wooden gate and step into the empty stall. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 3)[It feels surprisngly cozy.] There's a set of straps and a bit and bridle against the back wall, as well as a bucket and a heavy brush on a small shelf. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[Your shoulders roll and a warm shiver ripples down your spine at the thought of the brush running over your flanks]. You turn around, facing the rest of the barn, the(If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[ other ] donkeys looking at you expectantly. (IF: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[[Close the Stall Door]] [[Exit the Empty Stall|Enter the Barn]]

(if: $Donkeybrain >= 1000)+(if: $Ending is 0)[(Set: $Ending to 1)(Set: $Braymenu to false)(goto: "Endings")]

You have failed to escape the farm. As you wander the exterior of the mysterious farm, a numbing warmth overcomes you. You wobble as the pressure returns, your addled mind doing little to prevent it from escaping your throat. "Hee-haw, hee-haw." You drop to your knees, then slump forward to your hands. The warmth focuses in your ears, prickling and pushing at them, growing them to points before they stretch upward, growing into tall, pointed, donkey ears. Rather than frighten you, the heavy, furry ears feel good and proper. "Hee-haw." Pressure punches from the base of your spine, pushing out against your cargo pants as something grows from you. Your asinine ears twitch at the sound of splitting stitches, a sound that encourages you to flex and push up, straining the seat of your pants to the point of breaking, allowing your new tail to spring free. Much like your ears, the new weight hanging from your backside adds to the overwhelming blanket of pleasure smothering your thoughts. "Hee-haw, hee, hee-haw." As your fingers curl and your toes squish into each other, the sound of footsteps draws your focus to someone approaching you. You bray dumbly as a stranger in a pair of overalls approaches you, a smile on her face. She smells of jenny, making your tail swish as she runs soft fingers through your mane. Your shoes split open as your fingers vanishing beneath a layer of keratin. Fur bristles over your body as your face pushes forward, swelling out into a muzzle. The girl speaks, but her words are lost on you, along with the further splitting of fabric as your body swells. Even as she removes the contraining fabric from your body, little else matters to you other than how good you feel and how nice it is to have mistress show you affection. You offer no resistance as she ties a lead around your neck and guides you into the barn to an empty stall. She pats your head softly, locks the gate, and leaves out the back with the strange things that had been important to you for reasons you couldn't begin to work out with your simple donkey brain. Ending 0: Not Even an Introductory Bray(Set: $End0 to true)

A subtle bray slips free from your throat as you step forward and pull the stall door closed. You watch the latch lock click into place, a warm fizzle tickling your thoughts as the mechanism suddenly looks far more complicated than it did a few seconds ago. You try to recall, but contemplating it makes your thoughts fizzy, making you giggle-bray. You step back, standing in the middle of the stall. The donkeys bray supportively, making you feeel even more welcome and at home here in the barn. You feel relaxed, almost heavy, wobbling clumsily as energy ripples over you. A thought percolates up, forming in your head, and pushing to the surface. [[Good Donkeys are Obedient|I'm a Donkey]] (link-reveal: "Open the Gate")[ You push back at the stuffy warmth, focusing on the (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[complicated] latch lock. A fizzle twitches through your head, attempting to disuade you from your task. You grunt(If: $Donkeybrain >=8)[-bray] and step forward, reaching out to undo the latch. Another sputtering buzzes your focus as thoughts fight and the stronger one pushes forward, (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[I Need to Escape|Enter the Barn]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[[Good Donkeys are Obedient|I'm a Donkey]]]

(Set: $Stabledoor to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You continue to feel less stable on two legs as you stare at the increasingly confusing latch lock. Dull brown fills your eyes as the concept of the lock completely fades away, leaving only a pleasant tickling between your ears. "Hee-haw." You wobble as you bray, arms flailing as you struggle to stay upright, unsure of why you need to but feeling like you should. A chorus of brays from the donkeys pushes at that resolve, making you feel kind of silly for doing something so difficult for no reason. You bray back and flop forward forcefully, catching yourself on hands and feet. Another pulse of energy rocks your body, tumbling down your spine and warming your ears. "Hee, hee-haw," your ears stretch and grow as a new growth pushes from your lower back into the seat of your pants. The taller and heavier your ears get, the more natural they feel and the more their weight drapes your thoughts, slowing your ability to process the changes affecting your form. Your expanding tail pushes forcefully at the rear seam of your cargo pants, straining the threading as it struggles to break free. "Hee-haw," another pleasant pulse cascades through you, sneakers feeling uncomfortable as your fingers go numb. Your ears twitch as your pants succumb to your growing tail, allowing it to spill out into the air and swish proudly between your legs. Your shoes split like banana peels as your new hooves push forward, sliding against the dirt floor as your legs extend and your joints shift. You look down just in time to see your fingers completely vanish beneath a thick mass of black keratin, the substance quickly smoothing into proper, shiny hooves. "Haw, hee, hee-haw," your bray grows deeper as your neck expands and extends. Your shirt and pants pull snuggly against your expanding frame as muscle swells within you and fur bristles without. A pleasant voice draws your gaze up to find a jenny leaning on your stall door. Despite her tall donkey ears and the smell of jenny hanging from her, she stands on hind legs and wears the same things slowly ripping from your body. You stumble towards her curiously, close enough for her to cup your face gently. Her touch is heavenly, pushing your changes faster. Your clothes split in multiple places as you balloon to the size of a proper donkey. Your jaw pops as your face expands out into a muzzle. Any concern these final changes could cause are drowned completely by your owner's soft petting and sweet cooing. You bray happily, drawing a pleased smile across her face, a response that fills you with pride and the desire to make her happier. "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw," each bray strengthens the donkey thoughts filling your asinine head. The other donkeys join in, reinforcing the final push to completely replace anything that might have occupied the space previously with the simple mind of a well-behaved donkey. Ending 0: Not Even an Introductory Bray(Set: $End0 to true)

(Set: $GirlMeeting to 1)(Set: $FirstSight to 0)(Set: $Headerpause to true)Location: Farmhouse Parlor You push open the unlocked door and glance into an empty parlor. The room was decorated with a small table and a couple chairs, a woven carpet, a fireplace, and a shelf of trinkets. As you step inside the (If: $Donkeybrain >= 3)[enticing] smell of baked apples wafts from the kitchen. You hear movement and perk up, calling out and stating you need help fixing your car. A woman's voice says she'll be right out, and after a moment, a young woman appears from the kitchen. She doesn't look like anything you'd expected. She's wearing pair of overalls with a plaid, unbuttoned shirt covering her shoulders. She has a fair complexion with a smattering of freckles across her face. Pretty standard farm girl looks. What throws you off is the tall pair of (If: $Donkeybrain >= 5)[cute ]donkey ears standing up through her thick brown hair and the (If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[adorable ]tassel-tipped tail swishing behind her. "Well, hello there," she smiles sweetly, "welcome to my humble farm. Why don'tcha have a seat while I grab a nice treat for you. You like apples? I just baked a few with a nice sugar coating, a favorite of my jacks, so I'm sure you'll love it." You stammer(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[-bray] in confusion, words escaping you as you stare at the donkey woman. She giggles softly and taps a nearby chair, "Why don't you have a seat and we'll have a nice chat?" [[Run For It|Edge of the Farm]] [[Take a Seat]]

(Set: $FirstSight to 1) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[(goto: "Enter the Farmhouse")] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[(goto: "Endings")]

You have failed to escape the farm. You open the door and step into the farmhouse, the warm scent of baked apples washing over you, drawing a contented bray from your muddled mind. The sound of movement draws your attention to the kitchen, and you watch as someone walks into the parlor with you. She's the cutest jenny you ever laid eyes on. You blink and shake your head. Jenny? Why did that thought pop into your head. The woman giggles, the tall donkey ears that flank her otherwise human head twitch softly as she speaks, "My, a new jack on my farm and he's already gone and got himself all donkey brained before even introducing himself." Donkey...brained? The thought tickles your mind, pressure spilling forth from your throat, "Hee-haw." The woman claps excitedly, "What a strong bray you have." She adjusts the straps on her overalls and walks towards you, cute tail swishing playfully behind her. You reflexively try to step back, but another bray makes you wobble clumsily. The woman pounces, taking hold of the collar of your shirt to steady you, "Don't you worry, my newest jack, Faye is here to help you get all adjusted to farm life." You shake your head and try to vocalize your protests, but your words are squelched harshly, "Hee-haw, haw." Warmth percolates through your head, roiling into a sharp push in your ears, causing them to stretch up into points, then grow further, turning swiftly into the tall ears of a donkey. Thick fur sprouts from base to tip, adding weight to them and making you feel strangely comfortable. Faye stares into your eyes, her smile growing as your desire to struggle weakens. She strokes the length of your new donkey ears, drawing out a few more lazy brays. Your owner's affections felt so good. "Hee-haw," the pleasant bray relaxed you, like releasing a pressure valve and encouraging you to continue, "Hee-haw, haw, hee-haw." A mass swelled at the base of your spine, pushing down into the seat of your pants and adding length with each additional bray. By the time your mind caught up to the fact you were growing a tail, it was already splitting the rear seam of your cargo pants. As it punched free, it drew a sharp bray from you. Faye scratched the side of your head, "Time to get down on all fours, my newest jack. Balancing like this is impressive, but you might hurt yourself doing it too long." Faye's concern for your well-being made your tail swish. You dropped forward, allowing her to guide you to hands and knees. She pets softly between your asinine ears, "Now then, lets get you all good and proper so you can meet the rest of your herd." "Hee-haw," a wave of energy pulsed through you, creating a strange pressure along your entire body, as though you were being inflated like a balloon. As it reached your lower back, your hips pushed up and your knees rose from the ground. As it reached your feet, you pushed up to your toes. The position felt stable and proper. Like you belonged on all fours. "Hee, hee, hee-haw," your face pushes out slowly as your shoulders and hips widen against your clothes. Fingers go numb as your hands curl into fists. Your toes wiggle and pushing into each other as your heels and ankles stretch. Faye continues to coo her approval as she lovingly pets your mane. The last few strands of your humanity struggled against the flood of asinine thoughts filling your donkey brain. Properly donkey brained. "Hee, hee," you giggle-brayed, "Hee-haw, hee-haw," your shirt strained across your withers for a moment before splitting down your back. The waistband of your pants pulled tight around your hips before simlarly giving up against your increased girth. Your front hooves clomped on the wooden floor as your shoes wiggled, stretched, and burst to allow your rear hooves their own freedom. Faye switched from stroking your mane to petting your chin, drawing your gaze to her own, "That's a good jack, just bray out the last flickering bits and we'll head to the barn." Your herd was in the barn. "Hee-haw, hee-haw," you brayed heartily, clothing destroyed further as you swelled in size. Faye casually tugged away the tattered remnants of your humanity, freeing your donkey form from them. "Hee-haw," you swished your tail and flicked your ears as your owner expertly looped a length of rope around your neck and guided you towards the door. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse. You briefly wondered why you'd gone inside then, but with a few more brays, even that level of contemplation was beyond your fully asinine mind. Ending 1: Smitten with a Faye(Set: $End1 to true)

Location: Edge of the Farm(Set: $Headerpause to false)(Set: $Braymenu to true) (If: $Firstrun is true)[You (If: $Donkeybrain is <= 2)[gasp](If: $Donkeybrain is >= 3)[gasp, pant, and bray gruffly] as you attempt to catch your breath, having made it to the edge of the farm.(Set: $Firstrun to false)] You stand befor the vast fields of wheat that surround the farm on all sides. The undulating grains are at once both unsettling and inviting. You can barely make out the road in the distance and consider making a break for it to find help elsehwere. [[Attempt to Cross the Fields]] [[Go to the Farmhouse]] [[Go to the Silo]] [[Go to the Barn]] [[Go to the Truck]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You sit (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[clumsily ]in the wooden chair, grunt(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[-braying] as you do. The woman smiles, nods then turns back to the kitchen, vanishing quickly. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[Your gaze drops to her tail, watching it swish cutely behind her as she goes, her pleasure at meeting you transmitted through the swishing appendage.] She returns swiftly with a tray containing a cup of tea, a bowl of sugar cubes, and some slices of baked apple. She places the tray down on the table near you, watching as you take in the offerings. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[You bray happily as the smell of apple and grain fill your nose, drawing a proud clap from the woman.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[ Your stomach grumbles as you look at the apple slices, bright red skin twinlking with speckles of baked sugar.] You look over the offerings before you, stomach grumbling softly. (link-reveal: "Drink some Tea")[ You pick up the warm teacup and raise it to your lips, the smell of grains rising from the soft brown liquid. You take a sip and are rewarded with the a slightly nutty taste that gives way to sweet grains. Your shoulders relax and you take another sip, then another, quickly draining the entire cup, much to the woman's delight.(Set: $Tea to true)(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)] (link-reveal: "Eat some Apple")[ You pull the plate of apples close to you, hunger guiding you as you pick up a slice of apple. You take a bite and are greeted with the wonderful crunch of delicious apple and the sugary crackle of baked sugar. You grab another with your other hand, then the third and fourth, quickly devouring the plate.(Set: $Apple to true)(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[(link-reveal: "Eat the Sugar Cubes")[ You giggle-bray and grab the small container of sugar cubes, snatching one from it and quickly eating it. The woman laughs happily, ears twitching, as you take another cube and another, delighting as they melt on your tongue and fill your mouth with their wonderful sweetness. You put the jar down with stiff fingers, then turn to the woman, braying proudly at what you'd done.(Set: $Sugarcubes to true)(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)]] [[Tell the Woman you are Finished]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor She pulls the tray away from you and sits down, pulling her chair close to you, "Now then, let's have a good look at you." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 2)["My, aren't you the stuffy one. A jack like you needs to let loose, relax, enjoy yourself a bit."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 3 and <= 8)["Already been taking a look around the farm, haven't you, jack? It's a good start, but we'll need to work on it if you're gonna get in shape."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 14)["Already had your first brays, haven't you? That's a good jack, just let it out as it comes to you and you'll be good and proper before you know it."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)["Oh my, what a pleasant amount of donkey brain you've already got, you just need a little push in the right direction to make you a good and proper jack."] [["My name isn't Jack."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[["I want to be a proper jack."]]

(Set: $MeetingEnd to false)Location: Farmhouse Parlor She shushes you before you can tell her your name, "I'm Faye, the owner of this farm," she meets your gaze, "and all the donkeys who live here." You start to speak again, but she shushes forcefully, ears twitching slightly, "Hush my new jack, just relax and let your owner care for you." (If: $Tea is true or $Apple is true or $Sugarcubes is true)[A soft haze tickles your thoughts, the subtle taste of the treats she'd given you echoing in your throat, building up until, "Hee-haw."(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)] Your shoulders relax at her soft speech, the cozy room and her kindness making you feel more relaxed and comfortable than you should. [[Relax and Let Faye Dote on You]] [[Focus and Protest]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $MeetingEnd to true) (goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. As the words leave your mouth a forceful pressure ripples through you, moving up your body, arcing your back and forcing you to tilt your head up, "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw." The powerful bray shakes your focus, disjointing your thoughts and making you feel muddled and dull. The woman cups your chin and guides your absent gaze to hers, "It makes me so happy to hear my new jack say that. So often, they protest and struggle and resist and I have to convince them to stay on the farm," her smile brightens, "but you know what you are, don't you?" "Hee-haw," you bray, words failing you as she continues to stroke the side of your face and chin. (If: $Tea is true)+(If: $Apple is true)+(If: $Sugarcubes is true)[She motions to the empty tray proudly, "I knew with how quickly you devoured your treats that you were ready and willing to admit what you are. Now we don't have to waste any time getting you good and ready for the barn."](If: $Tea is false)+(If: $Apple is false)+(If: $Sugarcubes is false)[She motions to the untouched tray, "I was a bit worried when you didn't touch your meal that you were going to be one of the stubborn ones, but I guess you just weren't hungry yet. Don't worry, you'll have your fill of treats when you're big and strong."](If: $Tea is true)+(If: $Apple is false)+(If: $Sugarcubes is false)[She motions to the tray, "I was a little worried with how little you had, but perhaps you're just a picky eater. Don't worry, we'll get you whatever you want once you're a big, strong ass.](If: $Tea is false)+(If: $Apple is true)+(If: $Sugarcubes is false)[She motions to the tray, "I was a little worried with how little you had, but perhaps you're just a picky eater. Don't worry, we'll get you whatever you want once you're a big, strong ass.](If: $Tea is false)+(If: $Apple is false)+(If: $Sugarcubes is true)[She motions to the tray, "I was a little worried with how little you had, but perhaps you're just a picky eater. Don't worry, we'll get you whatever you want once you're a big, strong ass.](Else:)[She motions to the tray, "Glad you enjoyed the tray of treats I brought you. Once you're ready for the barn, you'll have your fill of whatever you like, my new jack."] You struggle to parse the specifics of her words, but promises of warm barns and tasty treats gets through and is enough to amplify the wonderful pressure filling your body. "Hee-haw, hee, hee, hee-haw," you slump forward, guided by the woman to hands and knees. She pats your head softly, her tail swishing behind her, "Alight, my new jack, the faster you become a proper ass, the sooner we can get you into your stall in the barn and full of treats." It's enough encouragement for you, "Hee-haw, haw, hee-haw." You don't simply let the brays free, you push then out, straining muscles as you rock back and forth with each one. The pressure blooms through your body, forcing your knees and heels from the ground. You feel your ears twitch and stretch as your face pushes forward. A growth extends from the base of your spine, pushing against the seat of your pants as the garment strains against your expanding hips and thighs. You're becoming a proper jack and it feels good with each hearty bray. "Hee-haw," your ears flick as they grow into full donkey ears, "haw, hee-haw," the seams on your pants split, allowing your tail to spring free and exposing furred thighs, "Hee, hee-haw," your face crunches froward into a muzzle as your hands squish down into hooves. The woman pets down your side and starts removing the tattered remains of your pants. Having your flanks exposed to the cool air causes you to kick back reflexively, shoes flopping free, revealing shiny hooves that click sharply when you bring them back to the wooden floor. Your owner tugs at your shirts, helping it along in its transition to destroyed rags. The moment your asinine form is free of clothing, your mind lilts and you find yourself struggling to recall why the rags had been on you in the first place. Your owner passed a loop of rope over your head and clucked, guiding you towards the door, donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse. You wondered briefly how you'd wound up in the farmhouse then, since you'd never disobay your owner, but a wonderful scent wafted over your muzzle and you instinctively took the offered apple slices, chewing them happily, tail swishing with joy. By the time you'd reached the barn, there was nothing left but a happy, well-fed ass, ready to meet the rest of the herd. Ending 2: I Want to Be a Proper Jack(Set: $End2 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You slump down in the chair, letting out a rough sigh as Faye scoots closer, a warm smile spreading across her face, "That's a good jack, just relax and let Faye take care of you. Soon you'll have your proper ears, your handsome tail, and then, finally," she winked. "Hee-haw," you wobble slightly. Faye nods at your bray, "Now then, let me get a good look at my new jack." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 2)[She looks you over intently, "Hmm, you need quite a bit of work, but that's fine, every jack starts out rough and needs a little polish to get up and trotting."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 3 and <= 12)[She gives your form a quick once over, "Not bad. Not great, but not bad. Looks like you're just about ready to start getting into proper shape."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <= 15)[She gasps, ears twitching cutely, "Oh my, you're pent up and need to let it out." She leans forward and cups your face, rubbing below your ears softly. The sensation is heavenly, warmth filling your body before quickly pooling in your ears. You tense up and bray loudly as your ears stretch and grow, gaining a coating of soft fuzz as they do. Faye coos warmly, "There we go, let it out, my new jack, tall and proper ears for a proper jack." With one final bray, your new donkey ears flop down softly, twitching absently as you struggle to focus.(Set: $Ears to true)](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16 and <= 18)[She bounces to her feet, ears standing tall as her tail lashes in surprise, "Oh my goodness, my poor jack, you're nearly ready to burst at the seams. We need to take emergency action." She snaps her fingers and clicks her tongue, the sound snapping through you and pulling you to your feet. Before you can question her words or what's happening, the pressure pounds through your chest once more. You can't hold back and instead tilt your head up, "Hee-haw, hee-haw." Your ears pulse with heat as they stretch, pushing up and out, growing pointed and tall. Fur washes over tham and, with one final forced bray, they snap fully into tall donkey ears. "There we go," Faye sighs, ears relaxing a bit, "let it out, jack, let it all out." She reaches up and strokes over your new donkey ears, tickling your thoughts with relaxing pleasure. "Hee-haw," your shoulders slump as the warmth ripples down your spine, swirling around your spine before pooling into a vortex above you butt and pushing out. You wobble as it grows and pushes against the seat of your pants. You bray again as it starts to strain the seams, splitting them one by one until, with one final push, the tail springs free, falling behind you as a black tassel-tip grows at the end. The pressure and haze settle as you slump back into the chair, tail swishing to the side naturally to keep you from sitting on it.(Set: $Ears to true)(Set: $Tail to true)] Her words skip through your head, difficult to parse and making you feel (If: $Donkeybrain <= 3)[uncomfortable](If: $Donkeybrain >= 4 and <= 8)[dizzy](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 14)[muddled](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[comfortably dull]. [[Resist her Ministrations]] [[Relax Further]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[[Stop Thinking and Bray Dumbly]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You grunt(If: $Donkeybrain >= 3)[-bray], pushing back and getting to your feet, wobbling slightly on somewhat numb legs. "There's no need for anxiety, my new jack, Faye is right here to take care of you, just relax and we'll have you proper and ready for the barn in no time." Realization hits you, fear chilling any desire to do as she says. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[["B, bhawrn?"]](If: $Donkeybrain <= 13)[["Barn?"]] [[Run for It|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor (If: $Ears is false and $Tail is false)[You push back from her and get to your feet as realization washes in. She was talking to you and treating you like a donkey, and you get the terrifying feeling the next step would be a far more physical one.](If: $Ears is true and $Tail is false)[You push back from her, ears perking up as realization pokes through the haze. You ears perked up...above your head. You push up from your seat, gasp-braying at the sensation of tall donkey ears swiveling on your head.](If: $Ears is true and $Tail is true)[You push back from her, ears perking up as realization struggles to surface. You shake your head, tail swishing in frustration as you try to sort out the bothersome feelings. Your...tail...swishes. You jump up from the seat, braying in fear as you realize what's happening to you] Faye gets to her feet as well, hands in her overall pockets, "What's wrong, my new jack? Something bothering you?" Her caring tone threatens to pull you right back into her relaxing ministrations, but you manage to hold on to your senses. [[Run for It|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You can't see anything wrong with enjoying Faye's affections, especially through the billowing haze of relaxing pleasure percolating through your mind. You slouch down in the chair, (If: $Ears is true)[ears drooping on either side of your head, ](If: $Tail is true)[tail twitching limply, ]as your gaze holds on Faye, her warm smile filling you with pride. You loved making your owner happy. Your thoughts skip, realization poking through the haze. (If: $Ears is true and $Tail is false)[You had the ears of a donkey sticking through your hair.](If: $Ears is true and $Tail is true)[You had the ears and tail of a donkey, and could feel the relaxing pressure gathering across your body, ready to enact more changes on you. ] You were thinking of Faye as your owner and drifting closer to becoming her loyal donkey. This is wrong(If: $Donkeybrain <= 6)[.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 7 and <= 12)[, somehow.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <= 17)[, wasn't it?](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[, weren't you always her loyal donkey?] You squirm nervously, sitting up a bit. Faye perks up, her ears twitching, "Oh, ready to head to the barn, my new jack?" (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14 and <= 17)[["B, bhawrn?"]](If: $Donkeybrain <= 13)[["Barn?"]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Refocus and Run for It]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[[Bray in Agreement]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Dumbdonkey to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You slump forward in the chair, (If: $Ears is true)[your heavy ears drooping on either side of your head as ]your eyes unfocused. The warm pressure returned to your chest and moved up to your throat. With the softest coo from your owner, you released it, "Hee-haw, hee, hee-haw." (If: $Ears is false)[Warmth pulses into your ears and pushes up, making them stretch and grow. They wiggle, stretch, twitch, extend, swish, and lengthen. Each inch of length added to them adds to the numbing sensation affecting your mind. As your new donkey ears reach full length, and other wave of pleasure bursts forth, "Hee-haw, haw, haw, hee, hee-haw.] The powerful brays have a numbing effect on your mind and body. You slump from the chair, falling to your knees and wobbling from side to side. Your asinine ears flex as the sound of splitting seams tickles them. (If: $Tail is false)[An energetic nub punches against the seat of your pants, squirming as it gains length. Instead of being uncomfortable, the more it pushes against the rear seam of your cargo pants, the prouder you feel. Your tail is large, powerful, and handsome. "Hee-haw," you bray, instinctively thinking that would help it grow. Your efforts are rewarded as the tail pulses sharply, splitting the back of your pants and shooting straight into the air before, dropping to the ground behind you.] Faye teases your cheeks and ears as the waistband of your pants and the shoulders of your shirt pull snug against you. Your tail swishes and you bray dumbly as you meet your owner's gaze. She scratches the base of your ears softly, "And now," she smiles, her own ears flicking, "you become proper." Her statement means something, but it's lose as a warm haze ripples through your thoughts, muddling them completely as you reflexively drop forward to your hands and bray wildly. "Hee-haw, hee-haw," A series of pops start in your neck and dance down your spine, pushing your shoulders and hips up, lifting your knees from the ground. The shoulder seams of your shirt snap as your arms lengthen in forelegs. Your fingers curl and squish, pulling in on themselves as black keratin flows over them. As they snap into proper hooves, twin pangs of numbing pleasure strike your thoughts, dulling you further. "Hee," the waistband of your pants snaps smoothly as your hips widen, "hee-haw," the legs of your pants catch on shifting knees and ankles, then quickly give way as muscles swell beneath them. "Hee-haw," your sneakers split along the sizes, revealing fully formed hooves. As your neck starts to lengthen and your hair shifts into a proper mane, Faye busies herself removing the tattered remains of your clothing. As each garment is pulled free, your thoughts sink furhter into the mire of donkey thoughts. By the time you've been freed of your destroyed things, you can barely recall what they were. That doesn't bother you, though, quite the contrary. Being free of such contraints makes you feel wild and free, like a proud jack should. "Hee-haw, haw, hee, hee-haw," Your face crunches forward, straight into a loop of rope your owner is pulling over your expanding head. She tugs it tight around your thick neck and leads you towards the door. As your new muzzle settles into place, you feel momentary confusion as you wonder what you were doing in the farmhouse. Afterall, donkeys aren't allowed in the farmhouse. It is a fleeting concern, however, and by the time you are in the barn, meeting the other donkeys in the herd, you've lost even that small thread of concern, thinking of nothing but being a proud jackass. Ending 3: Treats and a Show(Set: $End3 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You straighten up, eyes refocusing(If: $Ears is true)[ and ears perking up]. Your sudden awareness is not lost on Faye, but only shifts her smile from pleasant to bemused, "Oh my, is my new jack getting stubborn." You shake your head, standing up and backing away nervously, even though she makes no attempt to prevent you leaving. She simply sighs reluctantly as you turn and make for the door. [[Run for it|Edge of the Farm]]

(Set: $Braybarn to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Your owner smiles proudly at your loud bray, bouncing to her feet and clapping, her tail swishing as she turns from you. You wobble in your chair as she grabs something from a nearby shelf and turns back towards you. Your heart skips a beat when you lay eyes on the looped rope in her hands. A lead. Your lead. "Hee, hee-haw," You bray happily, tail swishing. "So you know what it is," she prances to you, "such a smart jack you are." Your ears flick, not because you understood the compliment, but because your owner's voice is filled with pride. She clicks her tongue and your legs push you up before you even process what she wants. She expertly loops the lead around your willing neck, leaving it loose as she tugs on it. The weight on your neck and the pull from your owner bubbles wonderful pleasure through you, thoughts sputtering as you stumble after her towards the door, happy to head back outside. Donkeys aren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. "Hee-haw," you wobble more, "Hee, hee-haw." Faye's ears flick as she looks back at you, "Don't hurt yourself trying to impress me, you've held that trick for so long, it's fine to relax whenever you want." "Haw," you slouch forward as you walk through the door, shoes growing uncomfortable as your fingers go numb. The scents of the farm wash over you and your gaze falls to the long planter of thick grasses on the porch. Your stomach rumbles and you flop forward. There's a pair of clomps as your new front hooves hit the wooden veranda. You step forward, splitting one shoe, then the other, as your four hooves pull you to the delicious grasses. You lean down to eat, neck and face extending to make it easier, hips and shoulders widening to make it easier to balance on all fours. You bite down on the grass, teeth reforming to better grind the juicy blades. After you pull back with a muzzle full of grasses, your owner tugs at your lead, guiding you down the stairs as you chew. Your body expands smoothly as you cross the yard towards the barn. Your shirt gives way first, followed quickly by your pants. Faye clicks for you to stop so she can pull the weird garments from your body, revealing a fine coat of donkey fur. She nods proudly at her newest jack and tugs again, leading you the last bit to the barn. As you walk in to your new home, the scent of the other donkeys washes over you, becoming instantly recognizable as the rest of your herd. The deluge of new understanding and memories washes away any remaining human thoughts, and by the time Faye is locking you in your stall, it feels as normal as any other day on the farm. Ending 4: Relaxing Your Humanity Away(Set: $End4 to true)

Location: Endless Fields of Wheat You push through the chest high wheat, struggling against the thick stalks in the direction you think the road is, as you keep losing sight of it amongst the swishing grains. Their rhythmic pattern makes you feel dizzy, off-balance, like standing on two legs is too much work. The smell of the wheat, on the other hand, is making you increasingly hungry.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1) [[Continue Through the Wheat]] [[Return to the Farm|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: Endless Fields of Wheat You struggle against the increasingly thick wheat, confused and lost, the only landmark in your vision is the tall silo of the farm, the only beacon which you could confidently return to. The wheat's movements continue to play on you, growing more distracting the longer you wonder around out here. You're almost certain you've seen several exact stalks of wheat multiple times.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2) (Set: $Wheatsway to 18)(Live: 1s)[(set: $Wheatsway to it -1)(If: $Wheatsway <= 16 and >= 8)[The wheat dances hypnotically on the breeze, drawing you towards something hidden within.](If: $Wheatsway <= 7 and >= 1)[The dancing wind carries a soft giggle, as though something is hidden among the stalks of grain.](If: $Wheatsway <= 0)[[Sparkles flicker and move within the wheat, something is there.|Something Sparkles in the Wheat]]] (If: $Donkeybrain is <= 17)[[Continue Through the Wheat]](If: $Donkeybrain is >= 18)[[Continue Through the Wheat|Lost in Grain]] [[Return to the Farm|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: ???(Set: $Headerpause to true) (If: $Fairyhelp is false)[(Set: $Fairytoy to true)(Set: $Braymenu to false)(Goto: "Endings")]You are drawn to the elusive sparkle, walking closer to it as the wind picks up, flicking wheat against you. Just as you reach it, it darts down, swirling around your feet and up your legs. (If: $Tail is true)[It whirls in tight circles around your tail from base to tip, ending with a teasing burst as it flits over the tassel, drawing a surprised bray from you.]It dances your torso and up your chest, stopping directly in front of your face, forcing you to cross your eyes to see it. It's a small person, but with flitting wings and an energetic tail. They smile softly as they poke your nose, "Well, looks like one of my sister's donkeys broke out of his barn." You shake your head and begin to protest, but the fairy simply pushes in on your nose softly, pulling the warm pressure from you once again, "Hee-haw." (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears flick at the sound of your bray, the vocalization sounding more natural each time you do it.] The fairy leaves their finger in place as their tail wiggles excitedly, "Yeah, you're one of my sister's donkeys, that's for sure." They pull their finger back and adjust their vest, "But I suppose you're going to protest and say you're not a donkey or some silly such nonsense. I swear, she always finds the most stubborn asses." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 8)[["I'm Not a Donkey"]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 14)[["I'm Nhawt a Donkey"|"I'm Not a Donkey"]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15 and <= 17)[["I'm Nhaw, haw, a Dhaw, haw, Dhawnkhee"|"I'm Not a Donkey"]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[["Haw, hee-haw."]]

Location: ??? The fairy laughs as they back up, then giggle, then do a little twirl and turn back to you, "Is that so? Well, unfortunately, you are." "Haw," their bluntness surprises you. They said it so matter of factly it felt like you weren't clearly a human being standing in front of them(If: $Ears is true)[, granted, you did have the tall ears of a donkey standing up from the side of your head](If: $Tail is true)[, not to mention the donkey tail hanging out of the back of your pants, but otherwise, you were clearly a human person]. "Well, if you protest," the fairy laughs again, finger at their mouth thoughtfully, "let's do a little test. If you pass, maybe I'll help you out. If you prove you're actually a dumb donkey, I'll send you right back to the farm. My sister is probably already wondering where you wondered off to." You start to protest,(If: $Tail is true)[ tail swishing in annoyance,] but the fairy shushes you once again. "Now then, first question. Where do you sleep at night?" (If: $Gamerefuse is false)[["I'm Not Playing This Game."]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[["In my bedroom."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 10)[["In my stall."]]

(Set: $Jennyone to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. The forceful bray rocks your body, the pleasant feelings percolating in your brain once more. (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears swivel forward as the fairy lets out a burst of giddy laughter.](If: $Ears is false)[The fairy giggles, then laughs, then grabs their belly and rolls playfully in the air.] "Oh, oh my," they wipe a tear from their eye, "Your basically all donkey already, huh?" They tap their chin thoughtfully, a devious smile on their face, "let's see how far gone you are, donkey." (If: $Ears is false and $Tail is false)["First off, a proud donkey like you needs a good set of donkey ears, right?" "Hee-haw," you bray in dull agreement. Your ears felt wrong, they were, too short and were supposed to have fur, right? As the thoughts trickle through your mind, the warmth pools in your ears, building and pushing up, stretching your ears to points. "Hee-haw," you bray as they fan out into true donkey ears, twitching in the wind as your gaze remains on the fairy. "Very good, donkey, now then, every good donkey also needs a proper tail." "Hee-haw," You lean forward as the warmth rushes down your back, excited to push your changes along. "Haw, Hee-haw," you slump further as the pressure pushes free, swelling against the seat of you pants, tearing at the seams as your tail grows in. All you can think of is how proud you'll be once you have your tail. With a final bray, your pants relenting and allowing your tail to spring into the air, swishing proudly before dropping behind you.](If: $Ears is true and $Tail is false)["Your ears are perfect," they flutter, "but every good donkey also needs a proper tail." "Hee-haw," You lean forward as warmth rushes down your back, excited to push your changes along. "Haw, Hee-haw," you slump further as the pressure pushes free, swelling against the seat of you pants, tearing at the seams as your tail grows in. All you can think of is how proud you'll be once you have your tail. With a final bray, your pants relenting and allowing your tail to spring into the air, swishing proudly before dropping behind you.](Set: $Ears to true)(Set: $Tail to true)"Now then, donkey," the fairy's intonation on donkey makes your ears perk up. It felt good to be called that. Proper. The fairy giggles as they watch you wobble dizzily, "Donkey." "Haw," you bray, tail swishing pleasantly. "Well, can't fault my sister's potency," the fair flits forward again, up to your face. They poke your nose playfully, "Okay then, donkey, lets get you good and proper and back to my sister's farm. She'll be wondering where you go off to." The fairy floats up and sits on your head between your ears. They pat your head firmly, "To the farm, donkey." "Hee, hee-haw," you turn back towards the farm, slumping forward for a few steps before falling down, catching yourself on hands and feet. As soon as you're on all fours, energy rushes through you. Your hands and feet tense and reform, shoes splitting and fingers merging as they become four hooves. Fur rushes up your limbs, each stretching and swelling as your changes accelerated. Your pant legs and sleeves strained, then split, fragments falling away as wheat on the wind. Your hips and withers pushed up and out, your body moving towards the proper proportions for a good work donkey. The fairy pats softly at the base of your ear as your clothes split under your expanding form, "That's it, good donkey, free of those silly trappings of humanity." Your neck and face pushed forward, growing into a long neck and a muzzle. Your hair thickened down your longer neck, growing into a proper mane. As the last of your clothing dissolved away on the wind, you started through the fields to the farm, braying at the encouraging nickering of your fairy rider, relaxing as you found your way home. Ending 28: Fairly Complimentary(Set: $End28 to true)

Location: ??? (Set: $Gamerefuse to true)"Aww," the fairy pouts, "that's too bad, there're so many things I could tell you about my sister if you were just willing to be a good sport," they sigh, "but alas, I guess I won't even tell you about her spellbook that could get rid of all that donkey and let you escape." You meet their gaze(If: $Ears is true)[, ears pricking up in curiosity]. Their tail swishes as they flit closer, "Yes, you're interested, aren't you? Like if you were to properly use the 'Exper' spellword properly," they trail off, smiling. [["Alright, I'll play along."]] [["I don't care, I'll escape on my own."]]

The fairy giggles playfully, making you almost feel like you said the wrong thing(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[, images of a comfy stable in a warm barn flickering through your head briefly before slipping away]. The fairy floats back a bit and sighs, "Well, if that's the answer you want to go with, alright, let's move on." "What's four plus six?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[["Ten"]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 10)[["I'm Nhawt sure"]]

Location: ??? As you give your answer, a warm wave washes through you, muddling your thoughts and making you feel more relaxed, nice, comfortable. "Haw," you bray, wobbling a bit, images of your comfortable stall filling your head, your brush nearby and the sounds of the farm tickling your ears. "Very good, donkey," the fairy laughs, "alright, on to question two." You return your gaze to the fairy, warm fog sitting on your thoughts. "Do you enjoy pulling your plow?" [["No, I don't"]] [["Yeah, haw do"]]

Location: ??? Concern prickles your thoughts and you roll your shoulders, pushing at the phantom weight guiding you towards the ground. The simple gratification of a job well done ripples, feeling more like a boring chore you are forced to do. You don't want to do chores. (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears swish and y](If: $Ears is false)[Y]ou straighten up, "No, I don't whaw, don't want to pull plow." The fairy flutters closer, "Is that so? More of a wild jack, are you? You prefer running in the fields and showing off for the jennies, is that it?" Pleasure and conern ripple through your mind as you try to form an answer, competing images of bucking and kicking for cute jennies and driving your car or playing vieo games. "Even now, you're showing off, balancing on your hind legs like that, Faye will be so impressed when she sees you." You look down your legs, focused on your balance as you teeter on increasingly numb toes(If: $Tail is true)[, your tail curls between your legs, tassel coming into view and twitching a few times, making you giggle-bray]. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[[It's an Impressive Trick]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[It's not a Trick]]

Location: ??? The wave of warmth returns as you answer, making you stumble a bit as your muscles relaxed(If: $Ears is false)[. A sudden tugging at your ears pulled you up to your toes as they wiggled and stretched. The sensation was wonderful, as though they were being petted. You let out a long, relaxed bray as they grew from your head into the tall ears of a donkey]. The fairy nods and smiles as your ears swish lazily in the wind, reflecting the slowing focus of your mind. "Excellent progress, donkey," the fairy's tail swishes, "Now then, tell me, have you always had those proud donkey ears sticking out of your head?" [["Yea-haw, I haw, hawve."]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[["N, no, I hawvn't."]]

Location: ??? You slump forward, nearly dropping to the ground, as the blanket of warmth wraps around you. You bray happily as it grows more encompassing, the sensation like being enclosed in an incredibly safe environment, protected from everything else in the world. You could almost feel your worries slipping away one by one. (If: $Tail is false)[A pleasant tickle builds at the base of your neck, rippling slowly down your spine, pushing you forward as more of your body relaxes. As it reaches the base of your spine, it blossoms into pressure, pushing out into a growth that extends against the seat of your pants. You bray dumbly as it fills the space and strains against the rear seam, your proud donkey ears twitching with each split thread, something about the sensation feeling right. A sharp pulse of energy runs down your back, drawing a strong bray from you as the tail rips free, swishing happily as it drops behind you.(Set: $Tail to true)] Without missing a beat, the fairy moves on, "And that tail, donkey. Have you always had such a handsome tail hanging from your backside?" Your ears perk up and your tail twitches as you try to focus and give the correct answer. [["Haw, y-haw, haw."]] [["N, no, haw."|"N, no, I hawvn't."]]

Location: ??? The concern pushes forth as you answer, suddeny aware of the changes to your body and degredation of your mind. Your ears twitch, their weight all too noticeable to your terrified mind.(If: $Tail is true)[ Your tail swishes behind you, making itself known as well, dancing playfully as if to remind you how close you are to fully transforming into a complete jackass.] A sinister giggle draws your focus back to the fairy. Before they can speak another word, you turn and make a run for it, barely hearing the magical creature's warnings to not come back again. [[Return to the Farm|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: ??? You slump to your knees, then drop forward to your hands. You make a half-assed attempt to get back up, but only get as far as pushing your knees off the ground before the fairy flits down and taps your nose playfully, drawing your dwindling focus. "I wouldn't bother, donkey. Beasts like you walk on all fours, anyway, don't they?" [["Haw, haw, hee-haw."|Dumb Bray]] [["Hee, hee-haw."|Dumb Bray]]

Location: ??? The fairy laughs and does a flip as warm pressure wraps around your hands and feet, forcing the digits into each other. Your ankles push off the ground and stretch, pulling your shoes apart to reveal malformed hooves. Your hands follow quickly, fingers joining together as keratin washes over them like clay before smoothing and rounding into proper hooves. As you look down at them, the heavy warmth washes through your head, leaving you with a nagging feeling that there used to be something different about your hooves, but even that concern leaves you as fur sprouts along your arms and legs, bones shifting beneath the skin as they do. The fairy moves down to eye level, staring into your donpey eyes, your nose and mouth already looking swollen and your pants tight around swelling hips. "Just one more question, donkey. Have you always been a simple donkey?" [["Hee-haw, hee, hee-haw"|Final Bray]] [["Haw, haw, hee, hee-haw"|Final Bray]]

(Set: $Fairyquiz to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You can do nothing but bray wildly, barely able to even understand what the fairy is asking as the blanket closes in around your thoughts, slowing your comprehension to a crawl. Your body balloons in size, inner and outer seams of your pants bursting as you gain a proper set of hind legs. Your shirt pulls tight over your whithers before also splitting in half down your back. "There you are," a familiar voice speaks up just before a familiar face moves into your view and a lead slides around your neck. As if responding to the sight of your owner, your neck and face swell forward, growing into a strong neck and full donkey muzzle. She clicks her tongue and pets between your ears, encouraging you to turn towards the farm. You continue to grow in size, aided by nibbling at the delicious wheat surrounding you, as you are led back to the barn. By the time you reach the barn, you've grown to the proper size of a donkey, and by the time you're being led into your stall, little remains of your human self, and what there is dissolves beneath the comfort of your stall, your owner's petting, and the scent of the rest of your herd. Ending 29: Asinine Quiz(Set: $End29 to true)

Location: ??? "Excellent," the fairy clapped, tail swishing, "now then, returning to the original question at hand. Tell me, Donkey, where do you sleep at night?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[["In my bedroom."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 10)[["In my stall."]]

Location: ??? The fairy sighs and does a lazy spin, "Very well, but don't expect any more help from me, dumb ass." (Set: $Fairyhelp to false) [[The Fairy Vanishes in a Flash of Light|Edge of the Farm]]

You have failed to escape the farm. You approach the fairy once again, but the sparkle vanishes as you approach. The wind picks up and the fairy's voice cackles around you. "So you returned after I warned you? You truly are a dumbass, and now you're mine to play with." You gasp(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[-bray] as force wraps around your ankles and wrists, locking you in place. You struggle against it desperately crying out in protest. "Dumbasses like you can only bray your concerns." The magic squeezes your throat momentarily, squishing and molding your words into terrorized brays. "Hee-haw, hee-haw," you can't stop your vocalizations however, your heart racing in fear as the fairy appears before you wearing a sinister smirk. "Much better. Now then, lets get you all fixed up for the simple life of an obedient dumbass, shall we?" (If: $Ears is false)["First off, lets get you a proper pair of donkey ears." The magic pinches your ears and yanks painfully. You tense as it pulls up, lifting you to your toes. It tugs again and your ears stretch and pull, lengthening with each rough tug. As they reach full length, a wash of warmth brings a layer of soft fur to them, filling them out into proper donkey ears. "Much better, proper ears for a proper dumbass." ]"Hee-haw," you protest, "haw, haw." Your frantic brays cause the fairy to tumble in laughter, the sound making your asinine ears twitch and dance. (If: $Tail is false)["Next up, lets give this dumbass a tail, a proper mark of you being nothing more than a simple donkey." Magic punches you in the back, knocking you forward and nearly dropping you to your knees. The magic wraps around your lower spine, squeezing painfully and then yanking. "Hee-haaaaw," you bray painfully as the force pulls a nub from your lower back. It keeps pulling, stretching the object and filling the seat of your pants with the tail. It strains, stresses, then splits the rear seam of your pants. The force pulls the tail free behind you, holding it up and wiggling it for emphasis before releasing it to fall down between your legs. ]The fairy stiffles more laughter and wipes away a tear as they look you over, "Let's see, proud donkey ears and a nice donkey tail. What's next?" "I could make you think like a donkey, that would be fun," you feel the magic start to push in on your mind, mushing against your focus. Your ears twitch reflexively and it takes you a moment to remember you're not supposed to have them. The fairy snaps and your focus returns. "That would mean you'd miss out on the rest of your changes though, and a true dumbass like you deserves to experience the changes with complete awarness of how big a mistake you've made. However, for a little taste of what's to come," the fairy flits playfully, "your name is Donkey." What? That's not right, your name is Donkey. You gasp(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[-bray] and shake your head, no, it's not Donkey, it's Donkey! You can't remember what your name is, or rather, what your name should be other than Donkey. You blink as the mush pushes back in...isn't it supposed to be Donkey? The mush gets heavier and you lean forward slightly, vivid memories of being called Donkey since you were a kid filtering through your mind, clear as anything. The fairy flits right up to your nose, tail swishing as it looks in your eyes, "Mmm, starting to get a little dull, aren't they?" You shake your head and try to protest once again, "Haw, hee, hee-haw." The fairy's wings flick rapidly, casting magic sprakles to the wind, "hee-haw," they mock, "hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw," they poke your nose, "hooves." "Haw," you gasp-bray as the force gripping your wrists and ankles compresses, pushing your fingers into fists and holding you on your toes. You raise a hand and watch as your nails darken to black and grow thick, spreading out as digits start merging together. You struggle to pull them apart, to retain your hands, but it's useless as your hands are reformed into shiny black hooves. Your ears bounce at the sound of your shoes splitting, your new hind hooves growing out from the toe cap and lifting you furhter off the ground and making you feel more off-balance. You punch at the air with your new hooves as you stumble, desperate to stay upright. "Donkey." You turned to look at the fairy as they firmly said your name. No, not your name, your name was Donkey. "Bray." The force bursts forth, "Hee-haw." The powerful vocalization makes you stumble. "Again." "Hee-haw, haw, hee-haw." The fairy laughs, claps, and flits up to your eye level, "Feels good, doesn't it, dumbass? Braying like a simple beast of burden. You love to bray." "Haw," your tail swishes as a new sense of elation reverberated through you. "Hee-haw," you couldn't stop yourself, despite realizing the intense joy braying was giving you was forced on you by the fairy. "Now, dumbass, bray your humanity away for my amusement." "Hee, hee-haw," your body shivers as the pleasant energy pushes out. You wobble as your balance shifts, ears and tail swishing about clumsily. "Haw," your shirt pulls tight. "Hee, hee-haw," the waistband of your cargo pants strains. "Haw," you wobble, "hee," you stumble, "hee, hee-haw," you flop forward, landing on four hooves. "Where you belong, Donkey." The mushy sensation pushed in again and you shuffled back and forth on your hooves. You felt comfortable. It felt good to be on all fours. "Haw," you bray the back of your shirt splitting as your body expanded. It felt so good to bray, despite how quickly it was causing you to change. "Hee-haw," the split rear seam of your pants split further, torn apart as your hips expanded. As the tattered remains of your clothes fell away, the fairy flew to your nose, tail swishing with a sinister smile across their face, "Now then, let's fill that head of yours with the proper things a dumbass needs." "Haw," you shake your head, but it's no use as the fairy reaches out and pokes your forehead. The warm mush floods in, muddying your thoughts as your neck stretches out and your face pushes forward. The more the fog fills your head, the harder it is to focus on much of anything. "That's it, Donkey, just relax and let all those heavy thoughts go." "Haw," you agree, your brays sounding much firmer coming from a proper muzzle. You bray with abandon, no longer concerned with why you'd want to resist the wonderful sensation it filled you with. You didn't slow your jubulant display until a lead was slipped around your neck and Faye stepped into view. She exchanged words with the fairy, but their meaning was lost on you, save one they used to refer to her. "Owner." Ending 30: Wrath of the Fae(Set: $End30 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You step quietly into the parlor(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[, Faye's scent hanging in the air along with the inviting smell of apples]. The room is decorated with a wooden table, a couple of wooden chairs, and a few shelves of random stuff. [[Go Outside|Go to the Truck]] [[Go to the Kitchen|Farmhouse Kitchen]] [[Go Upstairs|Farmhouse Upstairs Hall]]

Location: Farmhouse Kitchen The rustic kitchen of the farmhouse, complete with a large sink, big white fridge and separate freezer, and a wooden butcher table filling the middle of the room.(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[ The smell of apples, carrots, and grain fill the air, even more powerful than in the parlor.(if: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[ You wobble a little, braying dumbly as hunger builds in your gut.]] In addition to the door to the parlor, there's a door leading out to the barn. (link-reveal: "Check the Sink")[ A large, steel sink, damp from being recently used. There's a vague garden smell eminating from the drain, a mish-mash of green scents(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[ that give you hunger pangs].] (link-reveal: "Check the Fridge")[ A large, white refrigerator with a few photos of donkeys stuck to it. You open the door, revealing it to be packed with (If: $Donkeybrain <= 6)[random vegetables](If: $Donkeybrain >= 7 and <= 14)[cabbages, carrots, and corn](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[enticing cabbages, delicious looking carrots, and corn that makes you bray in hunger]. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[The sight of the enticing veggies makes your legs wobble and your stomach gurgle in hunger.] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 8)[(link-reveal: "Eat some Vegetables")[ You reach into the fridge and pull out a carrot, nibbling at it before taking a few bites. It's good, but nothing amazing]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 14)[(link-reveal: "Eat some Vegetables")[ You pull out a carrot and start eating it, grabbing another when you're only halfway done with the first. You drop to the floor, crossing your legs and snatching a head of cabbage, biting into it directly(If: $Ears is true)[, ears flicking at the crunch the ripe veggie makes]. You let out a couple mild brays as the flavor washes about your mouth and you pull yourself to your feet.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15 and <= 17)[(link-reveal: "Eat some Vegetables")[ You slump to your knees with an excited bray, leaning forward and grabbing a particularly orange carrot and shoving it in your mouth, biting it in half(If: $Tail is true)[, tail swishing across the wooden floor]. You bray again as flavor fills your mouth, quickly grabbing a head of cabbage and biting into it, then taking another and a third. In a few seconds of brays and bites, the entire thing is devoured. You snatch a couple more carrots scarfing them down as well before finally getting a hold of your senses and pulling yourself to your feet.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[(link-reveal: "Eat some Vegetables")[(Set: $Fridgeraid to true)(Set: $Braymenu to false)(goto: "Endings")]]] [[Go to the Parlor|Farmhouse Parlor]] [[Go Outside|Go to the Barn]]

Location: Farmhouse Upstairs Hall(Set: $Fayescent to 10) (Set: $Headerpause to false)A short hallway with two doors leading from it, one into a bedroom and one into a study of some description. The hallway is largely empty otherwise, save for a few wall lamps lighting the space. [[Go Downstairs|Farmhouse Parlor]] [[Go to the Bedroom|Go to the Bedroom]] [[Go to the Study]]

(If: $Donkeybrain >= 13)+(If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Ears is false)+(If: $Headerpause is false)[The heat and pressure return, pushing a rough bray from you as it collects in your ears. It pushes up, tugging your ears into points, then stretching them out and up. They extend like rapidly growing plants, fur covering them as they grow into full donkey ears. You gasp, realizing you now have the ears of an ass attached to your head. (Set: $Ears to true)]

(If: $Fayeloc is 10)[(goto: "FayeRoom")]Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Headerpause to true)A cozy bedroom for one, with a fluffy bed, a dresser and mirror, and a small wardrobe. You're not sure how, but you can smell Faye's scent hanging in the air, the soft aroma of hay tickling your thoughts and making it hard to focus as it grows ever more appealing. (link-reveal: "Examine the wardrobe")[ A wooden wardrobe with two heavy drawers in it. On top of the dresser is a picture of (If: $Donkeybrain <= 13)[some donkeys](If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[your herd]. (link-reveal: "Open the Top Drawer")[ Inside the top drawer, you find a half dozen pairs of overalls, neatly folded into three piles. (link-reveal: "Search Through the Overalls")[ (If: $Donkeybrain <= 12)[You search through the overalls, but find nothing of interest.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13)[The clothes are heavy with the pleasant scent of your owner, swirling a pleasant haze through your muddled head.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)]]] (link-reveal: "Open the Bottom Drawer")[ You tug at the bottom drawer with a forceful grunt(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[-bray], but find it to be locked tightly.]] (link-reveal: "Check Under the Bed")[ You drop to the ground and look under the bed, finding three wide, flat boxes. (link-reveal: "Open the First Box")[ You pull out and open the first box to find stacks of legal papers, many of which were signed decades if not over a century ago.] (link-reveal: "Open the Second Box")[ You pull out and open the second box, finding several log books filled with names and dates, as well as hundreds of pictures of (If: $Donkeybrain <= 8)[donkeys](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9)[jacks and jennies], a shiver running down your spine at the implication of what you're seeing.] (link-reveal: "Open the Third Box")[ You pull out and open the third box, finding only a few scraps of paper with some random writing, one of which has a single phrase and a strange symbol, 'Ruvr'(Set: $Ruvrmagic to true).]] (Live: 2s)[(set: $Fayescent to it -1) (If: $Fayescent <= 10 and >= 7)[Faye's scent hangs heavy in the air around you](If: $Fayescent <= 6)[Faye's scent is relaxing and makes you want to just...(If: $Fayescent <= 0)[(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)(either: "bray like a good jack.", "become a proper donkey", "stop thinking and be a simple beast", "bray dumbly", "HAW")(If: $Fayescent <= -5)+(If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[(Set: $Braymenu to false)(goto: "Faye Scent")]]]] [[Leave the Room|Farmhouse Upstairs Hall]]

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Braymenu to true) A cozy study with a small desk and a few bookshelves. There was a large, leather bound book on the desk. (link-reveal: "Examine the Book")[ The book is open to a pair of pages with numerous small words, each with a strange symbol next to it. [[Read From the Book]] (If: $Bookint >= 3)[(link-reveal: "Unravel the Fae Symbols")[ (If: $Firstread is true)[As you stare at the symbols inscribed within the book, a soft warmth builds in your head. The lettering glows, first with a soft hue and then brighter. The warmth within you blooms, unfolding into a new understanding of the symbols, allowing you to gain at least a small understanding of their meaning and purpose. ](Set: $Firstread to false)You look down the list of symbols, an strange knowledge of their function surfacing from within your subconcious. "Muns" - The human form, humanity and sentience "Omnus" - All, Everything, the encompassing of form and world "Asnus" - Asinine, The donkey form, of the beast, mindless and happy "Tempus" - Temporary, of a short time, transitory unless overused "Lucis" - Loci, a location or locations, the current position of things "Aturns" - Eternal, forever, never changing and irrevocable "Fau" - Of the Fae, natural magic, of the magical world(If: $Ruvrmagic is true)[ "Ruvr" - Catalyst, amplification, to increase and expedite](If: $Natumagic is true)[ "Natu" - Nature, inherent, as it has always been and should be](If: $Retrumagic is true)[ "Retru" - Return, undo, to correct and revert to a prior state]]] (If: $Bookint >= 6)[(link-reveal: "Sense The Ties Between Links")[ You feel the magic from the page, (either: "sensing a strong connection between Asnus and Fau", "sensing a connection between Muns and Tempus", "sensing a connection between Tempus and Fau", "sensing a connection between Asnus and Aturns", "sensing a weak connection between Muns and Asnus", "sensing a weak connection between Fau and Lucis", "sensing a weak connection between Fau and Aturns", "sensing a weak connection between Muns and Fau", "sensing a weak connection between Muns and Lucis", "(If: $Retrumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Tempus and Retru](If: $Retrumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]", "(If: $Ruvrmagic is true)[sensing a strong connection between Asnus and Ruvr](If: $Ruvrmagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]", "(If: $Natumagic is true)[sensing a connection between Asnus and Natu](If: $Natumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]", "(If: $Ruvrmagic is true)[sensing a connection between Aturns and Ruvr](If: $Ruvrmagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]", "(If: $Retrumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Aturns and Retru](If: $Retrumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]", "(If: $Natumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Fau and Natu](If: $Natumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]", "(If: $Natumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Asnus and Natu](If: $Natumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]", "(If: $Retrumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Tempus and Retru](If: $Retrumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]")]]] [[Leave the Study|Farmhouse Upstairs Hall]]

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Muns to false)(Set: $Omnus to false)(Set: $Asnus to false)(Set: $Tempus to false)(Set: $Lucis to false)(Set: $Aturns to false)(Set: $Fau to false)(Set: $Ruvr to false)(Set: $Natu to false)(Set: $Retru to false)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Link-reveal: "Muns")[(Set: $Muns to true)] (Link-reveal: "Omnus")[(Set: $Omnus to true)] (Link-reveal: "Asnus")[(Set: $Asnus to true)] (Link-reveal: "Tempus")[(Set: $Tempus to true)] (link-reveal: "Lucis")[(Set: $Lucis to true)] (link-reveal: "Aturns")[(Set: $Aturns to true)] (link-reveal: "Fau")[(Set: $Fau to true)] (If: $Ruvrmagic is true)[(link-reveal: "Ruvr")[(Set: $Ruvr to true)]] (If: $Natumagic is true)[(link-reveal: "Natu")[(Set: $Natu to true)]] (If: $Retrumagic is true)[(link-reveal: "Retru")[(Set: $Retru to true)]] [[Stop Reading|Go to the Study]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is true)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is true)+(If: $Tempus is true)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is false)+(If: $Fau is false)+(If: $Ruvr is false)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is false)[(Goto: "MAT")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is true)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is false)+(If: $Tempus is true)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is false)+(If: $Fau is true)+(If: $Ruvr is false)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is false)[(Goto: "MTF")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is true)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is false)+(If: $Tempus is false)+(If: $Lucis is true)+(If: $Aturns is false)+(If: $Fau is false)+(If: $Ruvr is false)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is false)[(Goto: "ML")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is false)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is false)+(If: $Tempus is false)+(If: $Lucis is true)+(If: $Aturns is false)+(If: $Fau is true)+(If: $Ruvr is false)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is false)[(Goto: "LF")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is false)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is true)+(If: $Tempus is false)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is false)+(If: $Fau is true)+(If: $Ruvr is false)+(If: $Natu is true)+(If: $Retru is false)[(Goto: "AFN")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is false)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is false)+(If: $Tempus is true)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is false)+(If: $Fau is true)+(If: $Ruvr is false)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is true)+(If: $Rustkey is true)[(Goto: "TFR")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is false)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is false)+(If: $Tempus is false)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is true)+(If: $Fau is true)+(If: $Ruvr is false)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is true)+(If: $Rustkey is true)[(Goto: "AFR")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is false)+(If: $Omnus is true)+(If: $Asnus is true)+(If: $Tempus is false)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is true)+(If: $Fau is false)+(If: $Ruvr is true)+(If: $Natu is true)+(If: $Retru is false)[(Goto: "OAARN")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is false)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is true)+(If: $Tempus is false)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is true)+(If: $Fau is true)+(If: $Ruvr is true)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is false)[(Goto: "AAFR")]] (Live: 1s)[(If: $Muns is false)+(If: $Omnus is false)+(If: $Asnus is true)+(If: $Tempus is false)+(If: $Lucis is false)+(If: $Aturns is false)+(If: $Fau is true)+(If: $Ruvr is true)+(If: $Natu is false)+(If: $Retru is true)[(Goto: "AFRR")]]

Location: Owner's Bedroom You blink as a pleasant fuzz settles over your head. The scent filling the room is overwhelmingly relaxing, and you take a long, deep breath to take in as much as you can. You hold it for several seconds before letting out in one long, rough exhale. "Hee-haaaaaaaaw." You slump weakly to your knees, hands resting limply in your lap. Whatever you'd been focused on had slipped away, leaving you dumbfounded, but comfortable. [[Relax and Enjoy]]

(Set: $Fayecomfort to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You wobble lazily, simply enjoying the comforting haze hanging over you. Every so often the pressure in your chest bubbles up through your throat and breaks free as a passive bray. You're not even aware of how long you've been here when a familiar voice speaks up behind you. "Oh, here you are." You don't even turn to look as Faye walks through the room and stands in front of you, a playful smile on her face, "I've been looking everywhere for you, didn't realize you'd found your way to my room." "Haw," you bray-giggle(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears twitching softly]. Her tail swishes cutely, "Anyway, lets get you all nice and ready for the barn, shall we?" "Hee-haw," you bray in agreement, more with her enthusiasm than her words, which you're still trying to parse through the fog sitting on your thoughts. The word 'barn' stuck out(If: $Tail is true)[, making your tail swish across the floor behind you]. Faye squats down to your eye level, head tilting to one side as her ears bounce, a length of rope in her hands, "Know what this is, my newest jack?" It's your lead! "Haw, haw," you slump forward, "hee-haw, hee-haw," you drop forward to your hands as euphoria washes over you. (If: $Ears is false)[Your ears wiggle energetically, then spring up, tugging your body up with them as they stretch into the tall ears of a donkey. (Set: $Ears to true)]Your ears curl down as you take each breath, then spring up with each increasingly energetic bray. "That's right, my new jack," she nods, "it's your lead." You were right! You were such a smart jack! "Hee-haw," you hunch forward, a sequence of pops rippling down your spine(If: $Tail is true)[ and into your tail, causing it to swish proudly behind you.](If: $Tail is false)[ and pushing out into a lump and grew against the seat of your pants. You bray excitedly as the tail grows against the contraints of your clothes. Your ears twitch at the sound of threads giving way, allowing your tail to push out further and further. You arc your back with one final, powerful bray, allowing your tail to finally rip free of your clothes.(Set: $Tail to true)] You stumble forward, pushing up to hands and feet, taking another deep breath of your owner's comforting scent. She reaches out to pet your ear before sliding the loop of the lead over your head. Your body tenses as the rope settles around your neck, your eyes locked to your owner as she stands up and gives the lead a soft tug. "Hee-haw," you brayed in elation as she guided you to the door. As you left the room, the overwhelming scent lightened somewhat, allowing you to become dimly aware that your fingers and toes were numb and getting harder with each step. You looked down to watch as your hands completed their transition into proper hooves. Something was off about that, but another tug from your lead scattered that concern. Your owner patiently guided you down the stairs, each step getting more difficult as you grew in size. You weren't halfway down before your clothing was being split apart by your massive size, and by the time you reached the bottom, you were bumping against the wall and banister. You were such a silly jack for getting yourself stuck upstairs. It was lucky your owner found you before you missed dinner. Your owner opened the door, allowing the scents of wheat and other donkeys to wash over you, tugging your face forward with a few more excited brays. You clomped excitedly across the yard, barely aware that your clothes were falling away, snatched up by your owner as she led you to the barn. By the time she was leading you into your stall, there was nothing marking you as any different from the other donkeys surrounding you. Not that it meant much to you, as you were just another donkey anyway. Ending 17: Too Much of a Good Scent(Set: $End17 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Braymenu to false) You read the words from the book. (Set: $Casttime to 4)(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Casttime to it -1) (If: $Casttime <= 3)[Muns] (If: $Casttime <= 2)[Asnus] (If: $Casttime <= 1)[Tempus] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[ You finish saying the words and are rewarded with energy crackling around you. For a moment it seems as though nothing happened, but the a soft pressure pushes up from your gut, rolling up your throat and breaks free. "Hee-haw." Your gaze falls to the page, words blurred and non-sensical, which seems like it should bother you, but it doesn't. You slump to your knees, no longer feeling comfortable on two legs. Donkeys belonged on four legs. "Hee-haw," the thought felt good, natural. You snorted and shook your head, looking around the confining room in confusion, wondering how you got here and how to get back out to the field and the other donkeys. Just as you were about to slump forward to all fours, the sensation faded, leaving you slightly confused, but otherwise returned to your senses (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Recover from Spellcasting|Go to the Study]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[[Something's Not Right]]]]

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: _Muns to false)(Set: _Omnus to false)(Set: _Asnus to false)(Set: _Tempus to false)(Set: _Lucis to false)(Set: _Aturns to false)(Set: _Fau to false) (Link-reveal: "Muns")[(Set: _Muns to true)] (Link-reveal: "Omnus")[(Set: _Omnus to true)] (Link-reveal: "Asnus")[(Set: _Asnus to true)] (Link-reveal: "Tempus")[(Set: _Tempus to true)] (link-reveal: "Lucis")[(Set: _Lucis to true)] (link-reveal: "Aturns")[(Set: _Aturns to true)] (link-reveal: "Fau")[(Set: _Fau to true)] (Link-reveal: "Cast Spell")[(If: _Muns is true)+(If: _Asnus is true)+(If: _Tempus is true)[(Goto: "MAT")]] (If: $Braymenu is true)[(link-reveal: "Save Game")[(Set: $Savename to (prompt: "Save Name", "Game Save")) (link: "Save Slot 1")[(Set: $Savename1 to $Savename)(save-game: "Save1")] (link: "Save Slot 2")[(Set: $Savename2 to $Savename)(save-game: "Save2")]]] (link-reveal: "Load Game")[ (link: "Load Slot 1")[(load-game: "Save1")] (Print: $Savename1) (link: "Load Slot 2")[(load-game: "Save2")] (Print: $Savename2)] (If: $Bookint >= 6)[(link-reveal: "Sense The Ties Between Links")[ You feel the magic from the page, (either: (If: $Retrumagic is true)[sensing a strong connection between Fau and Retru](If: $Retrumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], "sensing a strong connection between Asnus and Fau", "sensing a connection between Muns and Tempus", (If: $Ruvrmagic is true)[sensing a strong connection between Asnus and Ruvr](If: $Ruvrmagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], "sensing a connection between Tempus and Fau", (If: $Natumagic is true)[sensing a connection between Asnus and Natu](If: $Natumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], "sensing a connection between Asnus and Aturns", (If: $Ruvrmagic is true)[sensing a connection between Aturns and Ruvr](If: $Ruvrmagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], "sensing a weak connection between Muns and Asnus", "sensing a weak connection between Fau and Lucis", "sensing a weak connection between Fau and Aturns", (If: $Retrumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Aturns and Retru](If: $Retrumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], "sensing a weak connection between Muns and Fau", (If: $Natumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Fau and Natu](If: $Natumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], (If: $Natumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Asnus and Natu](If: $Natumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], (If: $Natumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Aturns and Natu](If: $Natumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand], "sensing a weak connection between Muns and Lucis", (If: $Retrumagic is true)[sensing a weak connection between Tempus and Retru](If: $Retrumagic is false)[sensing a connection you can't quite understand]) (link-reveal: "Greet the Second Donkey")[ You approach the second stall and greet the brown donkey warmly. He meets your gaze and tilts his head curiously.(Set: $BrayCount to it +1)(if: $BrayCount >=3)[ The donkey brays invitingly to you, drawing a warm giggle from you(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)(Set: $BrayCount to 0)]] <img src="https://ucd1dfd4299f007f599a1ea5aad4.previews.dropboxusercontent.com/p/thumb/ACKDNmHPkSSB8DBlE-wykpuz60Q99nNrsapjIiwQWDi8uX-AV3mXztsBKWccfdynTBzyNr-kMDXz99PLMVesip1TpGTvBvwu2uSqPsseXbzvXfHVf3reb1218ekhirG9MCixczjr59r0DwEImigWpXsDnT85MXLYxnsdKQNV05s7-dwYrpJ0EMHRfhsXUeGV0dZj74bjskiruzcaZYqGpOEsjb7LfipWB5lg8Oyti3VMkwtk9ZSQ358nLUlypm_FAQyFEx0J24zajMc8fCA6EGKrFM6hRJp47HY9axXIQ4Lp4Q4NqWv6S7ipzZQlN4gMGWdEWrpRhpH_X99Dam9h-F755ac-I6mVtPM39AHaC_wQWQt9VfPB5FmfPy1xKSBQ1J0/p.png" width="800px">

Location: ??? The fairy sits quietly, watching you as the seconds tick by after your answer.(If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[ The uncertain tickle returns, making you feel slightly usure of your answer.] Finally, the fairy breaks the silence, "Well, I guess we'll move on if that's the answer you want to go with." The fairy doesn't wait for you to respond before moving on, "Now then, how about this," the fairy does a little loop, "bray for me." [[Refuse to Bray|"I don't care, I'll escape on my own."]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 8)[(link-reveal: "Haw")[ You release a weak, human sounding bray. The fairy stares at you, blinking deliberatly. Their wings twitch and they sigh, "Well, if that's the best you can do." [["Is that it?"]]]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 14)[(link-reveal: "Hee-haw")[ The take a sharp breath as the you recover from the surprisingly strong bray, then refocus on the fairy. They giggle as they wiggle in the air, "That, that's pretty good. You really do have a lot of donkey in you, don't you?" They sigh and hover closer, "Well, since you're probably going to be on four hooves by sundown, there's probably no harm in putting a few facts in your head. They'll just turn into mush when you're a good donkey anyhow." [["Alright, let me ask you some stuff"]]]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[(link-reveal: "Haw, haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, haw")[ You stumble, slumping to a knee as you struggle to catch your breath, throat sore from the powerful asinine bray. The fairy rolls around in a laughing fit, floating down to you, tail twitching enthusiastically, "Hey donkey, donkey," they giggle, "bray again, donkey." [["Haw, Haw, hee-haw"]]]]

Location: ??? The numbers tumble through your head, slipping around and making you uncomfortably confused. The fairy watches as annoyance becomes clear on your face, aggrevation building until you vocalize your distress. "Hee-haw." You shake your head as fuzziness ripples through your thoughts, relaxing you somewhat(If: $Ears is false)[. As your head moves, your ears twitch and stretch, pushing up from your head and wiggling more and more as they grow out, eventually flapping at the side of your head until with one sharp bray, they snap up above your head, shivering as fur washes over them(Set: $Ears to true)]. Your ears twitch as the fuzzy warmth rippples up them, making you giggle-bray dumbly. "Excellent progress, donkey," the fairy's tail swishes, "Now then, tell me, have you always had those proud donkey ears sticking out of your head?" [["Yea-haw, I haw, hawve."]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[["N, no, I hawvn't."]]

(If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)+(If: $GirlMeeting is 1)+(If: $Tail is false)+(If: $Headerpause is false)[Warmth burns through you, dropping you to your knees as you clutch your gut. Muscles clench painfully, causing your back to arc and your head to tilt up. You try to do anything other than what you know is about to happen to you. "Hee-haw, hee, hee-haw." As the brays spring from your throat, pressure ripples and rolls down your spine, twisting and building until it reaches the base of your spine, at which point it extends out, growing into a lump that swells against the seat of your pants. You can do nothing but keep braying as your tail gains length with each vocalization. With a final burst of brays, your new tail springs free from the back of your pants, swishing about before dropping to the ground. It takes you several seconds to recover your thoughts and pull yourself back to your feet, tail twitching idly behind you as though nothing is wrong. (Set: $Tail to true)]

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Braymenu to false) You read the words from the book.(Set: $Faemind to it +1) (Set: $Casttime to 4)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Casttime to it -1) (If: $Casttime <= 3)[Muns] (If: $Casttime <= 2)[Tempus] (If: $Casttime <= 1)[Fau] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[ You finish reading the spell and are rewarded with a burst of energetic crackles rolling over your body. You squirm anxiously as it builds into a strange excitement, first pushing a smile across your face, and then breaking into a fit of giggles. Your gaze drifted around the room to the window looking out over the barn. You giggled again thinking of the silly humans turned donkeys penned up in there, none the wiser they'd ever been anything but cute asses. Humans were such simple creatures, but they were fun to play with and made good pets. Realization crashes down on you like a bucket of cold water, the energy leaving you back in your right mind, though a hint of the strange energy remains. [[Recover from Spellcasting|Go to the Study]]]]

{ (Set: $Fayeturn to true) (If: $GirlMeeting is 1)[(Set: $Fayemove to (either: 1, 2, 3))] (If: $Fayeloc is 1)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 2)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 1)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 2)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 1)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 1)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 2)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 1)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 2)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 6)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 2)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 3)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 3)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 6)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 3)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 4)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 3)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 3)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 4)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 3)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 4)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 5)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 4)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 4)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 5)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 4)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 5)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 4)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 5)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 5)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 6)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 2)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 6)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 7)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 6)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 6)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 7)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 6)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 7)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 8)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 7)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 8)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 8)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 7)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 8)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 9)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 8)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 8)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 9)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 7)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 9)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 10)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 9)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 9)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 10)+(If: $Fayemove is 1)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 9)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 10)+(If: $Fayemove is 2)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 9)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] (If: $Fayeloc is 10)+(If: $Fayemove is 3)+(If: $Fayeturn is true)[(Set: $Fayeloc to 10)(Set: $Fayeturn to false)] }

Location: Front Veranda(Set: $Braymenu to false) As you approach the front of the farmhouse, you notice movement on the veranda and spot Faye tending to the plants, humming softly to herself. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[You stop, watching her cute ears dance as she tends to the appealingly leafy plants.] "Oh, my new jack," she calls, having spotted you as you stood in the open yard. She energetically waves and motions you towards her, "Come on up, my new jack." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 14)[[Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 14)[(link-reveal: "Approach Faye")[ You slowly walk up the steps of the veranda, cautiously approaching the woman. She makes no effort to grab or attack you, simply smiling warmly as you approach, her donkey ears pivoted towards you. She giggles playfully, "I don't bite, my new jack, just relax." Though spoken kindly, her words are like a command, your shoulders slumping a bit(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears droop slightly,] and you let out a relaxed sigh. "That's much better," her tail swishes, "now, how about a snack?" Your gaze drops to the long planter she'd been tending too, the smell of grass hitting your nose(If: $Tail is true)[ and making your tail twitch]. You barely resist dropping to the ground and digging in to the delicious looking plant. "Help yourself, my new jack, enjoy." Given permission, you let out a thankful bray and slump to your knees, then hunch foward to your hands, sticking your face directly into the lush bushes and taking a hearty bite. (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears bounce in joy(If: $Tail is true)[ and your tail swishes happily] as you enjoy the delicious bite. ]You'd swallowed the bite and were halfway to the next one when you realized what you were doing, your face inches from the bushes. "Go ahead, jack, do what feels right." [[Behave Like a Hungry Ass]] [[Run for it|Edge of the Farm]]]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[You stumble towards her, (If: $Ears is true)[ears flicking at the sound of her lovely voice, ]unable to resist her invitation. She claps playfully as you do, smiling warmly at her muddled jack. "My my, isn't my new jack enthusiastic for his snack." "Hee-haw," you bray proudly as you stumble to your knees at the top of the steps, flopping forward to your knees, face inches from the appealing bushels of leaves lining the wall of the porch. You snatch a small bite without thinking, pulling back a few leaves and chewing on them, the taste swirling a pleasant fog in your head. "Go ahead, my new jack, help yourself to some delicious greens. They're good for a growing donkey like you." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Run for it|Edge of the Farm]] [[Behave Like a Hungry Ass]]]

(Set: $Fayefarm to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Your body shivers as you lean down into the thick greens, "Hee, hee-haw." Faye claps and bounces happily as you take another bite of the delicious plants growing along the front of the veranda. The second bite tastes even better than the first did, the flavor pushing away at any concerns you had about your asinine behavior. (If: $Ears is false)[As you chew, your ears start to wiggle, then stretch out along the side of your head, quickly growing taller than your head and then some. Fur washes over them as they become tall, pointed donkey ears. (If: $Tail is false)[The dull energy trickles down your spine, pushing you into arcing your back, backside pushing up as a lump pushes out against the seat of your pants. You continue chewing as the growth pulses, growing longer with each bite, quickly straining the seat of your pants and still growing. It squirms and pushes, splitting seams and finally breaking free, your new tail swishing up before drooping behind you.(Set: $Tail to true)] (Set: $Ears to true)]You swallow the bite and immediately lean in for another, new instincts demanding you fill yourself up with the leafy greens. "Enjoying your meal, my new jack?" "Hee, hee-haw," you bray, tail swishing, before taking another bite. As you snap the plants from their roots, your heels push from the ground, shoes snagging uncomfortably around your feet. Your fingers curl in, pushing together as black keratin spreads over them. You absently watch your hands shift into hooves as you chew. As you swallow the bite, your hands and feet fully click into proper hooves. Your ears twitch as you clop them on the wooden veranda, adjusting yourself before leaning in for another bite. "Such a hungry beast, my new jack is, aren't you?" As you pull another clump from the planter, your limbs shift and stretch, pushing you up to a balanced position on four legs. As you chew, mass is added to your body, pushing out against your clothes quickly pulling them tight against your shifting body. You simply continue to eat, even as the back of your shirt splits in half and your pants split along the legs. Faye is quick to pull the tattered clothing from you, revealing a muscular, furred body. As you swallow, your neck extends and thickens, making it easier to reach down for another. "One more for the road. It's time to get you to the barn." You yank another bite free and raise your head into position for your owner to slide a lead around your neck. You begin to chew, your face pushing out a bit with each bite. Faye tugs your lead, guiding you down the stairs and towards the barn. Your head continues to shift as you approach the barn, swelling out into a proper muzzle by the time she's leading you through the door. The wonderful taste is still on your tongue as she locks you in your stable, reminding you of the delicous treat your owner let you have. Ending 7: Voluntary Victuals(Set: $End7 to true)

You have failed to escape the farm. As you wander the exterior of the mysterious farm, a numbing warmth overcomes you. You wobble as the pressure returns, your addled mind doing little to prevent it from escaping your throat. "Hee-haw, hee-haw." You drop to your knees, then slump forward to your hands.(If: $Ears is false)[ The warmth focuses in your ears, prickling and pushing at them, growing them to points before they stretch upward, growing into tall, pointed, donkey ears. Rather than frighten you, the heavy, furry ears feel good and proper.] Your proud donkey ears swish joyfully as the warmth washes through your collapsed form. "Hee-haw." (If: $Tail is false)[Pressure punches from the base of your spine, pushing out against your cargo pants as something grows from you. Your asinine ears twitch at the sound of splitting stitches, a sound that encourages you to flex and push up, straining the seat of your pants to the point of breaking, allowing your new tail to spring free. Much like your ears, the new weight hanging from your backside adds to the overwhelming blanket of pleasure smothering your thoughts. ]Your tail dances behind you as you shake with building pressure and pleasure, your thoughts muddled and broken as another wave of force punches from your lungs. "Hee-haw, hee, hee-haw." As your fingers curl and your toes squish into each other, the sound of footsteps draws your focus to someone approaching you. You bray dumbly as a Faye approaches you, a smile on her face. She smells of jenny, making your tail swish as she runs soft fingers through your mane. Your shoes split open as your fingers vanishing beneath a layer of keratin. Fur bristles over your body as your face pushes forward, swelling out into a muzzle. Your owner speaks, but her words are lost on you, along with the importance of the further splitting of fabric as your body swells. Even as she removes the constraining fabric from your body, little else matters to you other than how good you feel and how nice it is to have the farmer show you affection. You offer no resistance as she ties a lead around your neck and guides you into the barn to an empty stall. She pats your head softly, locks the gate, and leaves out the back with the strange things that had been important to you for reasons you couldn't begin to work out with your simple donkey brain. Ending 10: Donkeybrained for Faye(Set: $End00 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Braymenu to false) You read the words from the book. (Set: $Casttime to 3)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Casttime to it -1) (If: $Casttime <= 2)[Fau] (If: $Casttime <= 1)[Lucis] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[ You finish reading the spell and are rewarded with a strange pulling sensation, not physical, but mental. Your thoughts and focus are pulled from your body, drawing into a murky darkness before a vision appears before you.] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[(stop:)(If: $Fayeloc is 1)[From the darkness, you see the silo, where Faye is currently (either: "inspecting the hinges on silo hatch.", "hammering down some metal plates at the base of the structure.", "sitting against the silo, ears drooped slightly as she naps, tassel tail bouncing every few seconds.")](If: $Fayeloc is 2)[From the darkness, you see the truck, where Faye is currently (either: "sorting the gear in the back.", "wiping down the windshield, her tail swishing in the air as she does.", "adding gas to the tank from a large orange drum she's holding up with one arm.")](If: $Fayeloc is 3)[From the darkness, you see the large barn, where Faye is currently (either: "working on the large barn door hinges.", "touching up the paint around the outside.", "sweeping up some stray hay to clear the path of the doors.")](If: $Fayeloc is 4)[From the darkness, you see the interior of the barn, where Faye is currently (either: "brushing one of the donkey's mane as she pets their ear.", "dancing about the central aisle and singing to her donkeys.", "sorting the space in the empty stall, humming pleasantly.")](If: $Fayeloc is 5)[From the darkness, you see the rear of the barn, where Faye is currently (either: "sorting through the pile of destroyed clothing and removing things from the pockets.", "counting out amounts of grain from the boxes.", "Sitting against the pile of clothes, ears draped over her eyes as she snores softly in the shade.")](If: $Fayeloc is 6)[From the darkness, you see the front of the farmhouse, where Faye is currently (either: "tending to the plants on the veranda.", "sitting in a rocking chair and enjoying a tall glass of tea.", "wiping away spider webs, being careful to drop the spiders to the yard below her.")](If: $Fayeloc is 7)[From the darkness, you see the farmhouse parlor, where Faye is currently (either: "sitting at the table, tongue sticking out as she focuses on copying symbols to a book from some scraps of paper.", "eating a large salad at the table.", "dusting around the knicknacks on the shelf.")](If: $Fayeloc is 8)[From the darkness, you see the kitchen, where Faye is currently (either: "washing dishes and bowls in the sink.", "looking through the fridge, tail swishing back and forth as she considers her options from the contents.", "looking out the back window at the barn, humming to herself as her ears twitch absenltly.")](If: $Fayeloc is 9)[From the darkness, you see the upstairs hall, where Faye is currently (either: "cleaning the shelves at the end of the hall.", "walking from her door towards the stairs.")](If: $Fayeloc is 10)[From the darkness, you see the upstairs bedroom, where Faye is currently (either: "taking a nap in her bed, tail curled around in front of her as she snore-brays.", "sitting on the ground near her bed, dozens of photos of donkeys spread out before her as she giggles and sighs as she looks over them.", "standing in front of her mirror, ears twitching softly as she looks at her face, teeth expanding and shrinking, a thoughtful look in her eyes.")] Your gaze remains on the scene for several seconds before the pull reverses, kicking you back to your body and knocking you away from the book. [[Recover from Spellcasting|Go to the Study]]]]

Location: Inside the Barn(Set: $Braymenu to false) As you step into the barn from the sunny yard, a whistful whistling reaches your ears(If: $Ears is true)[, making them twitch curiously]. As your eyes adjust to the barn, you spot Faye, leaning over one of the stall doors and brushing one of the donkey's manes, whistling playfully as her tail danced around behind her. You pause, eyes lingering on the appendage as it swished(If: $Tail is true)[, your own bouncing in time with it]. "Haw(If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[, hee, hee-haw]." You cover your mouth in surprise at your sudden bray, eyes on Faye as her ears pivot towards you, followed quickly by her gaze. She bounces forward, a smile on her face, "My newest jack. Have you come to see your stall? I've got it all cleaned up and ready for you." Your focus drifts from the donkey woman to the empty stall, gate sitting open(If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[ and inviting]. Faye clicks her tongue a couple times(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears perking attentively when she does]. The sound settles in your head, tugging at your thoughts and pulling a conclusion forward. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[[Get in Your Stall]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[Good donkeys are obedient. You wobble a little as you step foward, warmth trickling in as you follow your owner's commands. You pause briefly, a confused(If: $Donkeybrain <= 7)[ sigh](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[ bray] trumbling from your throat as you try to pull back from encroaching warmth wrapping itself around your thoughts. Another few clicks tug at you, your gaze drifting between your owner and (If: $Donkeybrain <= 13)[the](If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[your] stall. [[Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] [[Get in Your Stall]]]

(Set: $Fayebarn2 to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You stumble forward a few steps as the tendrils of warmth swirl around your thoughts. Your owner clicks her tongue a few times(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears twitching sharply with each crack]. She steps closer to you playfully and meets your gaze. "Speak, donkey." (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)["Haw, haw, hee-haw"](If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)["Whaw, want to go thaw mhaw, stall, haw."] Your body shivers as the brays tumble free of your throat. Your owner's proud smile feeds the warmth(If: $Tail is true)[, making your tail swish happily]. "Good, my new jack," she coos, "let's get you to your stall." You look at the empty stall again, the fuzz in your head tugging you forward, feet moving before you even processed the desire. (If: $Ears is false)[You stop at the entrance, shivering as the wramth percolates up your body, pulling you to your toes as it builds in your head, mainly in your ears. The warmth breaks into a wonderful teasing sensation as your ears stretch up along the sides of your head, growing into points and then stretching longer. "Hee, hee-haw," the sensation of having your ears grow into the proper ears of a donkey felt wonderful. You brace as they reach full height, leaning against the stall wall and arcing your back, "Haw, haw, hee-haw."(Set: $Ears to true)] "That's a good jack," your owner patted your back, "just go with what feels natural to a proper jack like you." You push past the wall and enter your stall, walking to the middle of the enclosure and turning to face your owner, wobbling on your toes. She maintained eye contact as she reached over and pulled the stall door closed. Your ears bounced as the latch lock clicked into place, sending a relaxing shiver down your body. "Haw," you brayed and slumped to your knees, thoughts slowing further as the comfort of being in your stall added to the already smothering feeling of being dotted on by your owner. (If: $Tail is false)[Your back arcs as warmth shoots down your spine. You bray in a mix of surprise and joy as the energy builds at the base of your spine and then pushes out into the stub of a tail. You bray happily as it grows, punching out against the seat of your cargo pants and curling against the entrapping material. You look up at your owner, her clear approval of your changes increasing your excitement exponentially. "Hee-haw, haw, haw," you bray forcefully, each vocalization pushing the new appendage up, straining the rear seam of your pants. The sound of splitting stitching making your ears dance in joy. You take a deep breath and release one more powerful bray, the seat of your pants tearing in half and letting your tail burst free. ]You drop forward to your hands and knees, looking up at your owner as you push your backside up, intent on showing off your (If: $Tail is false)[new ]tail. You swish it above you as best you can, braying with dumb enthusiasm as the building warmth and pressure reaches a crescendo. "Hee-haw," every muscle in your body tenses, "haw, haw, hee-haw." Your owner claps and dances from side to side as your body swells and shifts. Your shoes strain against the sides of your feet as they stretch, ankles pushing up as your toes squish toegether and harden. Similarly, your fingers curl and merge, black keratin growing over them in a lump mass before yanking in to a pair of pleasantly polished hooves. Fur rushes up your arms and legs as bones shift and lengthen. The knees of your pants pull tight around your legs fora moment before the seams on the interior and exterior of your pants snap. The shoulder stitches of your shirt soon follow, each snapped thread accelerates your changes. But your owner's beaming face and dancing ears only makes you prouder. "Hee-haw, haw, haw, hee-haw," your neck stretchs out as the waistband of your pants and the back of your shirt pull tight over your expanding torso. The button on the front of your pants snaps, then the zipper is forced open, and finally the pants continue to split in half. The hem of your shirt splits from your hips up, revealing your incrasingly furred hide. Your ears pivot as your owner clicks a few more times. You stumble towards her, turning your side to her, simply knowing what she wants of you. Like a proper jack. She pets your head as she tugs at the garments clinging to your asinine form. As she pulls them away, your face pops forward, nose and mouth stretching out into a muzzle as fur grows over your cheeks and down the bridge of your nose. There another small snap as the final threads of your pants are pulled from your rear, your jaw snapping to proper length at the same time. "Haw, hee-haw," you bray, shaking your large form as the light breeze coasting through the barn tickles your fur. Your owner pets your ear softly before heading out the back of the barn holding vaguely familiar objects in her arms. Once she's out of sight, and consideration of the things slips away, leaving you in the dull comfort of your stall. Ending 24: Stalled Fayte(Set: $End24 to true)

Location: ??? "Yeah, I guess," the fairy sighs, clearly bored with your lack of playing along. They pause, eyeing you playfully, "unless..." You swallow nervously. "How about a deal? I can make it so you never get turned into a jack. If you agree to do something for me, for funsies, I'll use my magic to make sure my sister can't make you one of her dumb jacks." Your stare is less than affirming. "No really, I'm as powerful as she is, it's a lock, believe me." Despite your silence, they continue. "All you need to do is," they hold out both hands, closed into fists, "is pick one." They meet your gaze, smiling as warmly as they can. [[Left Hand]] [[Right Hand|Left Hand]] [[Reject the Offer|"I don't care, I'll escape on my own."]]

Location: ??? The fairy does a flip and snaps thier finger, a relatively large book appearing before them, which they effortlessly flip through, stopping at a random page and pulling a thick pair of glasses from the tome's gutter. They put them on and clear their throat before looking at you, their tail swishing playfully, "Alright, dumb ass, let's see if you can get smart fast." (link-reveal: "What is this place?")[ "It's a donkey farm, obviously. You really aren't too quick on the uptake, are you?"] (link-reveal: "What's going on here?")[ "Normal stuff or a donkey farm, save for the one donkey who keeps asking boring questions."] (link-reveal: "How am I turning into a donkey?")[ "Well, usually you start braying first, then you get tall donkey ears, then you grow a tail, and then you become what my sister calls a proper donkey, you know, on all fours and can't remember how to read and junk."] (link-reveal: "How can Faye do this to me?")[ "Cause she's a fairy, like me, though she has decided on a far more human-like form than I'd have gone with, though I am fond of her choice of tail."] (link-reveal: "How do I stop this?")[ "Pretty simple, all you gotta do is get far enough away from Faye for her magic to stop affecting you, though I wouldn't recommend walking through the wheat, it has a way of hanging on to farm animals like you."] (link-reveal: "How do I escape?")[ "I dunno, big catapult? Dig a tunnel? Ask my sister very nicely to let you go a she's leading you to your comfy stall on four hooves."] (link-reveal: "Can you teach me magic?")[ "Hmm, I suppose maybe a little something could be fun. Sure thing, behold, learn the power of Natu.(Set: $Natumagic to true)"] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[(link-reveal: "Why can't I stop braying?")[ "Because you got a donkey brain and it loves to bray about anything, really."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 10)[(link-reveal: "Why does it feel so good to bray?")[ "Heh, because your donkey brain is blooming and taking over your silly human one."]] (If: $Ears is true)[(link-reveal: "How did I get donkey ears?")[ "By doing donkey things. The more donkey things you do, the more donkey you are, until there's nothing but donkey left."]] (If: $Ears is true or $Tail is true)[(link-reveal: "How do I undo these changes?")[ "Why would you want to? You make a very handsome jack, but there's probably a sequence of spell words that could get rid of what's wrong with you."]] (If: $Ears is true)+(If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[(link-reveal: "Why do my ears feel so natural?")[ "Because they're the proper ears of a jack, which is what you are. Duh there, dumbass."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[(link-reveal: "Why do I feel off-balance?")[ "Because walking on twos is a neat trick for a jack like you, but not something you can do for hours on end. You really should consider getting comfortable."]] (If: $Tail is true)[(link-reveal: "How did I get a donkey tail?")[ "From your donkey thoughts. Think more donkey, become more donkey, up until all you an think is donkey, then all you'll be is donkey."]] (If: $Tail is true)[(link-reveal: "How do I control my tail?")[ "Easy, just focus on it, think about it as a part of you, make it do what you want it to and you'll learn to control it like you were born with it."(set: $Tailbrain to true)]] (If: $Tail is true)+(If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[(link-reveal: "Why does my tail feel so natural?")[ "Because you got a donkey brain and tails are natural to donkey brains like yours. Don't think too hard on it, cause you won't be able to think too hard for too much longer."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[(link-reveal: "Haw, hee, hee-haw?")[ "Oh my, that was a healthy...wait, do you realize you just brayed? Is your brain really that mushy? You sure you wouldn't rather just slump to all fours, become a simple donkey, and stay on the farm?" [["Haw, haw, hee-haw!"|"I Want to Be a Simple Ass"]]]] [["That's enough for now."]]

Location: ??? Your other knee drops to the ground, hands braced on your thighs as your head tilts towards the sky, "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw." Despite your horror at being commanded to bray, the vocalizations feel amazing, like stretching a really tight muscle to the point of relaxations. (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears pin back as t](If: $Ears is false)[T]he pressure returns. "Hee-haw, hee-haw." "Wonderful, donkey, wonderful," the fairy bounces around you, wings flitting energetically as thair tail danced behind them. They eventually stop in front of you, looking down at you as you struggle to hold back. The smile and snap. "Hee-haw." "Why resist, donkey? Wouldn't it be easier to give in? You'd make a handsome jack and my sister would dote on you constantly. Free carrots, good brushing, a nice stall. Makes a silly human life seem pointless, huh?" Despite the situation, the fairy's words sink in, visions of Faye caring for you, petting your ears, feeding you treats, taking care of you. It was a comforting daydream, tugging you forward as your fingers stiffened. "How about it, donkey? Wouldn't you rather be a simple ass?" [["I Want to Be a Simple Ass"]] [["No, I'm a Human"]]

(Set: $Simpleass to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (goto: "Endings")

Location: ??? Despite how wonderful they feel, you struggle to hold back the brays, clenching your legs(If: $Ears is true)[, ears twitching violently]. The fairy studies you for a moment, then sinks to the ground, landing between your knees, "Very well," they sigh, "human. I guess if that's how it's gonna be, I can give you a little help." You try to speak, but it comes out as a bray. As the vocalization echoes through you, it's difficult to recall what human words you'd been trying to share. You start to lean forward, feeling increasingly uncomfortable sitting how you are. "Oh, oh no," the fairy darts up and pokes your forehaed. A deep, long breath forces its way into your lungs. As it does, the fog rolls back, pulling away from your thoughts and allowing you to focus clearer than you had since you'd walked onto the farm. (Set: $Donkeybrain to 0) You slowly catch your breath(If: $Ears is true)[, ears flopping down on either side of your head(If: $Tail is true)[, and your tail flopping to the ground, suddenly heavy]]. "There we go, all cleared up," the fairy backs away a bit, "though you'll still need some work if you plan to leave here a completely boring human." You pull yourself to your feet(If: $Tail is true)[, tail hanging limply behind you]. You brush off your clothes and straighten up, happy to longer feel like you're balancing uncomfortably on two legs. "Oh, one more thing," the fairy giggles, "if you find my sister's spellbook, this might help you avoid the life of a dumb jackass." They flick to your head again, poking it. Energy washes through you as a vision of a symbol appears, along with a word, 'Natu'.(Set: $Natumagic to true)(Set: $Fairyhelp to false) "Now then," the fairy floats back, "I've given you enough help for several lifetimes. If I see you again," they pause, "well, just make sure I don't." [[The Fairy Vanishes in a Flash of Light|Edge of the Farm]]

You have failed to escape the farm. You slump forward to your hands and knees, terror muddying to concern, and concern fading to a tickling comfort. "Good choice, jack, you'll love it on the farm," the fairy giggled, "mostly because it's all you'll know." Your body convulses "Hee, hee-haw," the bray sends ripples through your thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything other than how wonderful it feels to bray and how nice it'll be to live on the farm. As nothing but a simple donkey. (If: $Ears is false)[Your ears wiggle as they prick up, growing pointed. You bray as they stretch, pushing up through your hair. Fur covers them as they pass the top of your head and then unfurl into full donkey ears(Set: $Ears to true). ]Your proud donkey ears twitch and droop slightly, their weight and movements feeling increasingly natural as seconds tick by and brays leave your throat. Memories of having human ears already feel distant and vague, like a strange dream you only half remember. (If: $Tail is false)[Your thighs tense and your hips push up as a lump punches out against the seat of your pants. Your tail. You were growing a tail. A proper donkey tail. The thought prickles through your head, drawing a few more brays from you, the tail expanding with each vocalization. The fairy flits down to be eye to eye, "Feels good, huh? Just letting it all go like this. Once that tail is free, it'll be time to become what my sister calls 'proper'. Basically, she means you fully become a large, dumb farm animal." Your back arcs as the tail squirms against the seat of your pants, straining the rear seam as it tries to get free. You bray forcefully, flexing muscles you didn't even have moments ago but now feel as natural as if you were born with them. Your ears prick as the seam gives way, allowing your tail to burst forth and settle behind you. You slump back to your knees to catch your breath. (Set: $Tail to true)]Your tail swishes through the grain behind you, the sensation of it touching the grains and the dirt and the wind pinging new instincts in your head. You flex your back and lift your tail from the ground, swinging it from side to side a bit. Like you've always had a tail. Haven't you always ahd a tail? "Hee-haw," you bray as the fuzzy sensation between your asinine ears builds. You can barely recall what it was like not having a tail. Why would a donkey have any understanding of not having a tail? Muscles tensed, your hands clenched, and you pushed up to fists and toes. The fairy clapped, "Here we go, this is it, donkey." Being called a donkey felt wonderful, better than your name. Why would you have a name? Donkeys didn't need names. "Hee-haw, hee-haw," your body swelled, pulling your clothes tight against your body as pressure built in your jaw and nose. Fingers went completely numb as keratin swelled around them. Your shoes split open, black toes pushing forward from the split as they merged into a hoof. The fairy teases one of your ears, "You're one of the most enthusiastic donkeys I've ever seen." Your neck strained against the neck of your shirt, splitting the material down the front. A quartet of snaps signaled the completion of your four hooves. The waistband of your pants snapped along the sides, clothes splitting away and disintegrating into loose grains that drifted away on the wind. As they fell away, your conception of clothing did too, the sensation of wind against your furry flanks feeling odd for a moment before it became another sensation you'd known since you were a young foal. Another hand stroked your mane as a familiar scent met your swelling muzzle. Your owner. You brayed as Faye stepped into view, gently slipping a lead over your neck, "Time to head back to the farm, my newest jack." She was taking you to the farm. To your home. Ending 31: Elective Ass(Set: $End31 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Braymenu to false) You read the words from the book. (Set: $Casttime to 4)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Casttime to it -1) (If: $Casttime <= 3)[Asnus] (If: $Casttime <= 2)[Fau] (If: $Casttime <= 1)[Natu] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[ You finish reading the spell as energy crackles around you. A soft fuzz of static electricity that makes your hair stand on end(If: $Ears is true)[. Your ears slowly perk up until they are standing up straight above your head(If: $Tail is true)[, followed shortly by your tail standing up behind you, tassel curling up slightly]]. As seconds tick by, you wait for something more to happen, but there's only the vague sensation of something being off that you can't quite put your hoof on. Hoof? Looking down, you find you still have two hands; four fingers and a thumb, each tipped with thick, black nails. You blink a bit as you stare, that sensation that something is off hitting you again. Your attention is drawn to the door as it opens and Faye walks in, a beaming smile on her face. Before you can respond, she claps, tail swishing proudly. "My new farmhand."(Set: $Farmhand to true) [[Farmhand?|Endings]]]]

You have failed to escape the farm. Faye nods, "Yup," she bounces forward, "and an adorable one." Before you can protest, Faye snatches your wrist and tugs you across the hall to her bedroom. The room smells of Faye, but rather than being beguiling or numbing, it was comforting and friendly, almost familial. Faye pushes you in front of a full length mirror where you are able to see your own reflection. You find the visage of a donkey boy looking back at you. You still look mostly like you, but now have a series of freckles across your tanned cheeks and a light brown tint to your eyes. Your donkey ears stood tall and proud through your wild head of hair. Your fingers were tipped with black keratin nails and your arms were lean but strong. The arms of a farmhand. You blinked and turned to look at your tail, which rather than sticking out of a split in your pants, was now threaded through a hole stitched into them, as though you'd bought the pants with your tail in mind. Faye plopped a hand on top of your head and nodded at your reflection, "Not the same as a new jack, but I'm sure you'll be a big help on the farm," she tilts your head back slightly to meet her gaze in the mirror, "won't you?" As she held your eyeline, hand resting heavily between your ears, thoughts filtered in to your head; images of helping Faye around the farm, tending to the donkeys, helping her clean up after a new jack or jenny arrives, and helping to cook meals and keep the house tidy. They didn't replace your previous knowledge, they just felt much more important and useful to you. "Alright, my little helper, how about I show you your room and then we'll have some dinner before you meet the donkeys properly?" Your tail swishes and you nod, ears bouncing. That sounded lovely. You followed Faye out of the room, a new bounce in your step as daily routines and seasonal schedules filled your head. By the time you reached the barn, you had a complete understanding of where everything was, what the donkeys liked and disliked, and how to care for them as though it was all you'd ever done. Ending 13: Helping Hee-Haw Hand(Set: $End13 to true)

You have failed to escape the farm. The mosaic of colorful vegetables and myriad smells are too much for you to resist. You drop to your knees with an excited bray(If: $Tail is true)[, tail bouncing about as you do]. You grab hold of a carrot and pull it to your mouth(If: $Ears is true)[, ears flicking at the snap of the root as it breaks in half]. The flavor is better than anything you've ever eaten, filling you with excited joy. "Hee-haw," you bray and lean into the fridge, reaching for another carrot. "Haw, hee, hee-haw," you start to devour another carrot while also grabbing an ear of corn. No matter how much you eat, you remain hungry, possibly even getting hungrier as you gorge yourself. You reach for a head of cabbage, but as you lift it from the fridge, your fingers tense and go numb. The cabbage drops from your hand and thumps on the floor. Rather than be concerned about the sudden lack of feeling in your hands, your gaze drops to the veggie slowly rolling towards you. "Hee, hee-haw." You drop your hand to the ground, bracing yourself as you lower yourself to the cabbage, taking a bite directly from it. As you crunch the leafy greens, your fingers curl into fists and your knees push from the ground. (If: $Ears is false)[As you lean down for another bite, your ears twitch, pushing up through your hair. They wiggle as you crunch the cabbage, then gain length bit by bit as you chew. By the time you swallow the delicious greens, two proper donkey ears sit on either side of your head(Set: $Ears to true). ]You bite into the cabbage once more, the ripe crunch making your ears wiggle in joy. Your eyes fall on a delicious looking apple sitting in the fridge. Without bothering to raise a hand, you lean into the fridge, biting at the apple directly as you had the cabbage. It falls from the fridge to the ground, but also as with the cabbage before, this gives you little pause and you lean down to take a large bite from the inviting fruit(If: $Tail is false)[. As your teeth pierce the skin of the apple, a lump pushes up from your raised backside. It gains size bit by bit as you chew the apple, swelling against the seat of your pants as you take another full bite of apple. Your ears twitch at the sound of straining seams and your tail cramps painfully against your clothes. You swallow and bray loudly, your tail finally gaining enough mass and force to split the rear of your pants. Your new tail swishes in the air before settling between your legs(Set: $Tail to true)]. The taste of the apple dances about your tongue, tail bouncing in joy, and you continue to devour it. "Well well," a familiar voice tugs at your waning attention, drawing your gaze to the kitchen door. Faye steps forward, hands on her hips, "someone is being a naughty jack and stealing food before meal time." "Haw," you protest, unsure if it's at the accusation of being naught or being a jack; the tastes and smells of the meal muddled your thoughts, making it difficult for you to protest much either way as Faye closed the distance to you. She lightly placed a hand on one of your ears, "It's alright," she lovingly stroked up one of your ears, "I don't blame you, the veggies we grow are irresistable, aren't they?" "Haw," you agree, tension rippling through you as you wobble on numb hands and toes. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a sugar cube, "But you can't have lunch without a nice dessert, can you?" As you gaze at the sweet treat, the tension builds, black keratin spreading over your fingers as your shoes become uncomfortable tight. She holds the cube forward, pressure building in your face as you lean towards it. Sweetness dances across your tongue as you accept the wonderful treat from your owner and your body shakes in joy. "Hee, hee-haw," you bray, hands and feet crunching down as they are reformed into hooves. Your shoes split open, allowing your feet to grow forward as your ankles and shins lengthen. Your owner pets your ear as your body expands, pulling your clothes tight against your body, seams quickly streetching to the point of breaking. The sensations are largely meaningless to your snack adled mind, the sweetness on your tongue and sensation of fullness in your gut making you feel slow and contented. Your pants snapped at the waist and your shirt split down the back and at your shoulders. Your owner was quick to pull the tattered material away, exposing the large body of a well-fed donkey. "Hee-haw," your neck expanded and pushed forward as your jaw crunched and shifted. A lead was smoothly slipped around your neck and your owner tugged a few times to get you to move towards the back door. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. You continued to bray happily as you were led across the yard to the barn, the rest of the herd braying their jibs about you sneaking into the fridge when your owner fed you so much anyway. By the time your owner was locking your stall door behind you, there was nothing left but the contented happiness of a full belly. Ending 8: Full Belly, Empty Head(Set: $End8 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Parlor Your muscles go slack as the lumpy brayed word leaves your mouth, causing you to slump back into the chair. Faye smiles and nods as she hops forward, petting your head lovingly. Her ministrations released muddling waves of warmth and your head lilts back and forth as she strokes. Your shoulders go slack, your eyes glaze slightly, and your mouth hangs open, "Hee-haw." (If: $Ears is false)[As you bray, your ears twitch and stretch, poking up through your hair as they grow into tall proud donkey ears. A pleasant swish runs through them as they gain a coat of brown fur(Set: $Ears to true). ]Your ears flick their desire for attention and Faye quickly brings up her other hand to stroke over them, further muddying your focus. A dull kink in your back causes you to lean forward slightly. "That's it, my new jack," she sighs, stroking over both your ears, "just do what comes naturally and soon enough you'll be properly set for the barn." (If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[["Bhaw, haw, bhawrn"]](If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[[Struggle Against the Fog]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor Faye nodded warmly, "Indeed, my new jack. There's a comfortable stable all set up for you to rest your little hooves and get to know the rest of your herd." (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears twitch at the word. ](If: $Donekybrain >= 10)["H, hee-herd?" Your shoulders slump slightly as images of several donkeys flicker through your head. You could almost hear them braying their greetings. ]You blink a bit and push back from her, trying to keep your thoughts clear as she continues sharing the pleasantries of the farm with you. [[Keep Listening to Her]] [[Stop Listening and Run|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You slump from the chair, landing on your knees. Thoughts of the barn grew more vivid in your head. "Hee," the smell of the hay, "hee-haw," your brush and harness, "hee, hee," the rest of your herd keeping you company. "Hee-haw," (If: $Tail is false)[a spike of pressure runs down your back, following your spine to a spot just above your butt. You hunch forward slightly as the sensation swells into a lump, "Hee-haw." The lump grew, punching weakly against the seat of your pants. It continued to grow, curling as it strained against your cargo pants. "Haw," you brayed in discomfort, "Hee-haw, haw," each bray made the tail build in size and strength. your ears twitched with each splitting seam as your tail struggled for freedom. "Hee," you arced your back, "hee-haw." The tail tore free, swishing behind you energetically.(Set: $Tail to true) ]Your tail swayed back and forth as the thoughts continued to gain strength, pushing away thoughts of school, and driving, and anything beyond this farm and the barn you belonged in. Faye knelt down, looking into your dull, brown eyes, "Just a bit more, my new jack, a bit more and you'll be good and proper. Won't that be wonderful?" (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[["Haw, hee-haw|BarnReady]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Struggle to Focus|Struggle Against the Fog]]

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You push back, sitting up in the chair and shaking your head(If: $Ears is true)[, heavy donkey ears flopping back and forth as you do]. Donkey...ears? Realization trickles in and you become aware fo the tall, heavy ears hanging from your head. You have the ears of a donkey, and judging by the smile on Faye's face, that's not the last change she has planned. Faye's...cute...smiling face. She calmly steps towards you, reaching towards the donkey ears flanking your head. [[Stay Put]] [[Make a Run for It|Edge of the Farm]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Barnready to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Your body convulses as you bray. You slump forward to hands and knees, tail swishing wildy as your ears pin back, "Hee-haw, haw, haw, hee-haw." Each bray prickled energy across your body, percolating beneath your skin before it pushed out. Faye continued to pet your ears and head as you brayed uncontrollably. Not that you'd stop yourself if you could, each bray felt better than the last, and you had no desire to stop. "Hee-haw," the waistband on your pants pulls tight against your hips and your shirt sleeves tug up against your arms. "Haw," your butt pushes up and you lift your knees from the ground, "hee-haw," you push up further, rising to your toes. The position felt good. Stable. Proper. "Hee-haw," your shoes pulled tight around your heels as your toes drew in on each other. Your fingers followed suit, your nails turning dark and hard before the material spread over your merging didgits. With another bray, the toecaps of your shoes split open, allowing shiny black hooves to spill forth. Your ankles and legs stretched, pushing you further from the ground and straining your cargo pants to the point the outer seams split open in several places. Despite the discomfort, the sensation of freeing yourself from the increasingly confusing garments filled you with pride. "Haw," you brayed in joy, neck cracking as it extended. "Hee-haw." You clomp your forehooves on the ground as your shirt splits down the back under the strain of your broad withers. Faye tugged at the two halves of your top, pulling the garment away and freeing you of the tattered rags. "Hee-haw." Your owner moved down your flank, tugging at the increasingly degrading things wrapped around your hindlegs. Each shred of the material pulled free unleashed another joyful bray, your face inching forward when you did. Your owner walked up the other side of your body, hand petting along your side before she stood in front of you, a length of rope in her hands. You lowered your head and allowed her to wrap your lead around your neck. With a click and a tug, you were moving from the farmhouse towards the barn, momentarily confused why you'd even been in there. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. As you entered the barn, the smells of hay and other donkeys washed over you, drawing a few excited brays from you. Your owner led you to your empty stall before removing your lead and closing the door. She pet along your head once more before turning leaving, whistling playfully as her tail swished cutely. Ending 5: Barn Appeal(Set: $End5 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Parlor Faye smiles as brown flecks appear in your eyes. She guides you back into a seat(If: $Ears is true)[ and strokes up one of your proud donkey ears]. You feel surprisingly comfortable, looking lazily up at Faye, watching her cute donkey ears swish as she speaks, "You'll love it here, my new jack, only the best grain and daily brushings, and nothing to worry about but being a happy donkey." It sounds so wonderfully inviting, "Haw." (If: $Ears is false)[Warmth prickles up your head, pushing into your ears and stretching them, first into points, and then higher up your head. You bray again as they grow long and wide, soft brown fuzz covering them as they become the tall ears of a donkey(Set: $Ears to true). ]Your ears swish and you giggle at your own bray, which becomes a giggle-bray, then more braying. Faye strokes up your ears, causing them to twitch against her fingers. Her affections felt wonderful. A small voice pushes back, warning you that you now have the ears of a donkey, and if you don't do something other then sit here like a lazy ass, things will get worse. [[Sit There Like a Lazy Ass]] [[Wake Up and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Donkeyspell to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You push up from the ground, pulling yourself to wobbly legs as the magic energy intensifies, rippling through your body as it builds into an explosive pulse. "Hee-haw," you brace yourself against the shelf, "haw, haw, hee-haw." Each bray intensifies the magic coursing through you, as well as sparking a pleasant tickling in your head, scratching at your thoughts and muddying your focus. It felt good. Braying felt good. It felt proper. Braying like a donkey was proper. Bray more, donkey. "Hee, hee-haw," you giggle-brayed, the sensations making you feel almost like you were drunk, unable to focus but feeling too good to worry about it. (If: $Ears is false)[The numbing energy gathers in your ears, causing them to twitch and shiver, then start to stretch and grow. "Hee-haw," you bray in delight as your ears gain length. Much like your enthusiastic braying, the sensation of your ears transitioning into those of a donkey felt wonderful, like a stiff muscle relaxing after being held too long. As a coat of dark fur grew over them, you shivered and slumped forward. ]You slump against the spellbook easel and giggle-bray more, feeling increasingly pleased by the sensations of turning into a proper donkey. Your proud donkey ears swivel and twitch, their weight feeling gratifyingly natural. You take a deep breath and arc your back, "Hee-haw, haw, hee, hee-haw." (If: $Tail is false)[The magical energy ripples down your spine, a smile spreading across your face as you realize what's coming next. Your tail. You're growing your tail. A proper donkey tail for a proper donkey. The sensation reaches the base of your spine and pushes out into a nub, then swiftly gains mass. You flex new muslces as they grow in, causing the growing tail to twitch and squirm, pushing against the rear seam of your cargo pants. It begins to get uncomfortable, though a solution forms in your mind, one of the only clear thoughts you've had since casting the spell. "Hee-haw," you bray loudly, "hee, hee-haw." Your ears prick at the sound of splitting threads and waning pressure. You flinch as your tail breaks free, swishing lazily before dropping behind you. ]Your body prickles with overwhelming energy, tail swishing and ears flicking. The magic tugged and pulled, straightening you up and turning you away from the book, guiding you like a puppet. You are pushed up to the balls of your feet and then slowly lean forward, invisible forces slowly lowering you towards the ground. Down to all fours. "Hee-haw," you brayed with giddy delight. Your fingers curl in as black keratin covers them. The toes of your shoes split open, allowing the same material covering your feet to push free. Your body swelled, straining your clothes. Pressure welled in your neck and face, the final changes progressing in sharp pulses. "Haw," your hands and feet crunched into proper hooves and fur sprouted along your body. "Hee-haw," the waistband of your pants pulled tight, splitting on either side as the sleeves of your shirt tore away from your shoulders. "Haw, hee-haw," your neck stretched forward as your face pushed out into a muzzle. As your front hooves hit the ground, your clothes gave way, splitting in multiple locations as your body became too asinine to be contained by human trappings. The door opened and you looked up. "Well there you are, my new jack." Your owner was here. "Hee-haw," you bray a greeting as she walks up to you, stroking through your mane and down your flanks, pulling away the strange things hanging from your body. "I know, I thought you'd gotten lost." She slipped your lead around your neck, "how did you get up here?" You started to bray a response, but paused, realizing you had no answer. You had no idea how you'd gotten into the farmhouse or why you'd be here. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. With a soft tug, you follow your owner downstairs and out towards the barn. By the time you reach the barn, the only thing bubbling through your head is how proud you are to be such a well-behaved jack and how happy you are to have such a wonderful owner. Ending 14: Asinine Abjuration(Set: $End14 to true)

(Set: $Braymenu to false)Location: ??? Your gaze settles on their hand. With a tense breath, you tap it the dimunitive fist. With a sharp giggle, the fairy opens their hand, revealing a large sugar cube. Before you can respond, they dart up to your face and shove the treat into your mouth. They laugh as you sputter and cough, unable to prevent the sweet cube from swiftly melting on your tongue and sliding down your throat. You look up at the giggling fairy and open your mouth to ask what they're up to. "Hee-haw." They do a loop as their giggles become booming laughs. You clear your throat and straighten up enought to speak. [["You Promised I Wouldn't Turn Into a Donkey"]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Sugarjenny to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Pressure returns and you hunch forward, warmth ripping through you as the fairy lowers to your eye level, "Ah, that's not what I said." You look at them in accusatory confusion as the warmth pools in your hips. "I said," they clear their throat, "you wouldn't be," they poke your nose, "a dumb," they point down, "jack." Pressure bursts and bones shift. There's a loud pop(If: $Ears is true)[ that makes your ears swish] and you groan-bray. Realization hits you and you look up at the fairy again. "I didn't say anything about being a sweet jenny." "Hee-haw," you bray as your hands trail down your body, discovering subtle shifts in your form, as well as one very obvious one. (If: $Ears is false)[The energy pulses up from your waist, pushing a bray from your throat as it reaches your head. You bounce up to your toes as it rockets into your ears, punching them up several inches. The grow pointed as they stretch and grow. You bray in fear as they transform, pushing up past the top of your head before hanging over slightly. A ripple of brown fur grows over them, leaving them as proper donkey ears. ]"Don't worry," the fairy giggles, your ears twitching at the sharp laughs, "my sister won't turn down a free jenny. She's not super picky, you know. I'm sure there's a perfect place on the farm ready for you." Images of a soft, comfy stall flittered through your head, drawing a relaxed bray from you. It felt cozy and nice, a perfect place for a sweet jenny like you. "Hee-haw." (If: $Tail is false)[You hunch forwards slightly as the energy ripples down your back, less energetic but just as pleasant. Your eyes glaze over slightly as the sensation reaches the base of your spine and slips free, poking out against the seat of your pants. You realize you're growing a tail, but something about that feels...nice...right. A sweet jenny like you should have a pretty tail hanging from her backside. You giggle-bray as it fills the space and strains the stitching of your pants. You can picture it in your head, swaying softly, black tassel at the tip and a pretty pink bow tied around it. "Hee-haw, hee, hee-haw," you bray giddily at the image, tail gaining mass and finally breaking free, swaying behind you and drooping down. behind you. ]A voice speaks up behind you, "Well, not the bray I expected but a healthy one none the less." Your tail swishes and you turn to see Faye as she crosses the field to you. She casually strokes your head between your ears, the rhythmic sensation causing you to lean forward stroke by stroke, "I see my sweet little jenny foolishly made a deal with my sibling." The fairy speaks up, "She's cute, you gotta admit." You bray and slump to hands and knees. It felt nice to be called cute. Faye leans down and meets your lazy gaze, "She sure is, she'll have suitors coming by her stall in days, anxious to get to know the new jenny in the barn." "Hee-haw," you pushed from your knees so you were on hands and feet. Everything about her statement sounded wonderful. A cute jenny like you would surely be popular, and the thought of handsome jacks coming by to bray their overtures to you was intoxicating. Your shoes split open along the sides, revealing hind hooves and reformed ankles. Fur moved up your legs, muscle and bone shifting along with it as your started transitioning into a proper jenny. Your fingers went numb as black keratin washed over them, forming a dull mass. A flicker of concern filled your eyes, but then they crunched in to smooth, shiny hooves, filling you with pride. Your owner and the fairy were still talking, but their words were lost on your muddled mind. The little one flicked around playfully, wiggling their hips and as they pawed playfully at the air like a bucking animal. Your owner waved it off and sighed before turning back to you, pulling a lead from a pocket. Your lead. "Hee-haw," your neck pushed forward as your jack cracked and stretched. Your shirt split down your belly as the waistband of your pants snapped, followed quickly by the internal seams. As the garments fell away, they dissolved into bits of wheat, floating away on the wind and swiftly forgotten. Your owner slipped the lead around your neck and clicked her tongue, guiding you away from the fairy and back towards the farm. You looked at the barn like a cozy little home, tail swishing at the thought of living there. As you entered, the other donkeys brayed, including a rather friendly one from a cute jack. You blushed slightly as you were walked into your stall. Your owner pet down your head before pulling out a soft pink bow and tying it around one of your ears. You felt proud, sweet, and cute. Ending 32: Fae Deals are Jenny-rally Unfair(Set: $End32 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You slump back in the chair as Faye continues to stroke up and down your donkey ears. Your arms hang limply at your sides as the pressure swelled in your throat once more. "Hee-haw." Faye smiled down at you, "Such a strong bray my new jack has. You should be so proud of it." You were! "Hee-haw," your body shivered, "haw, haw," your back arced slowly, "hee-haw." (If: $Tail is false)[A knot of energy forms at the top of you spine and pushes down your back with each bray. As it moves, the knot tightens, getting almost painfully clenched as it reaches the base of your spine. With a final, forceful bray, the knot pushes free, growing into a nub at the base of your spine and pushing out against the seat of your pants. Faye continues to massage your ears as the growth gains mass, straining the rear seam of your cargo pants. You lean forward, braying forcefully, waistband pulling tight around your hips for a few seconds before your tail rips free, springing into the cool parlor air before laying down the side of the chair.(Set: $Tail to true) ]Faye giggles playfully, drawing a swish from your tail as you lift your gaze to her. Her ears twitch, "Just a few more strong brays and you'll be properly ready for the barn." The voice returns from before, weaker than before, but forcefully reminding you that you now have the ears and tail of a donkey. A jackass! You're turning into a jackass and if you don't resist soon, it might be too late. [[Listen to the Voice and Run|Edge of the Farm]] [[Listen to Your Owner]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Lazyass to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Your breath catches as your owner's fingers tease up your ears, body arcing, tail curling. As she reaches the tips, the pressure releases. "Hee-haw, haw, haw, hee, hee-haw." You slump forward, dropping to the ground and slipping to hands and knees. Your owner squats down next to you and pets over your flanks, "That's it, my new jack, time to become proper." "Hee-haw," your hips push up, lifting your knees from the ground. Your ankles stretch, splitting your sneakers in half as they go. Your fingers and toes go numb, digits shrinking and merging as black keratin covers them. You adjust your stance reflexively, ears flicking at the sound of your hooves clacking against the wooden floor. Your pants pulled tight at your hips, button snapping as you gained mass. The material split above and below the hole your tail had made as your zipper was forced down. Your shirt pulls tight over your withers and around your torso. With a final, powerful bray, your top splits down the front and at the shoulders as your pants snap in two between your legs. Your owner stands up and starts tugging the material free of your body, each removed peice revealing a coat of brown fur. As she pulled the last bit of clothing free, you instinctively kicked your hind legs in excitement. "Hee-haw," muscles tensed in your neck and your head tilted up. "Haw," your neck stretched, "hee-haw," your jaw popped as your face pushed out into a muzzle. Your owner slipped a lead around your neck and tugged you towards the door. You followed dutifully, as donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. You continued to bray as you were guided across the farm to the barn, body gaining mass as you grew to the proper size of a healthy jackass. You brayed a playful hello to the other donkeys as you walked across the barn to your stall. Your owner gave you a few more loving pets beore locking the door and leaving you to meet the rest of your herd. Ending 6: Lazy Ass(Set: $End6 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Parlor You tense, but stay put as Faye's fingers stroke lovingly over your fuzzy ears. The sensation sends distractingly pleasant ripples through your body. Your shoulders slump and you go limp. "Hee-haw." Lazy joy bubbles through your head, making you wonder why you'd been thinking of running a few seconds ago. Why would a jack like you not want such wonderful affections from his owner? (If: $Tail is false)[The thought makes something wiggle happily at the base of your spine. You feel slight confusion as to what it is, but as your owner's hands slide up your ears, it grows longer, pushing against the seat of your pants, realization trickling into your muddled mind. You're growing a tail. "Hee-haw," the developing tail fills you with pride. It stained against the rear of your pants for a few moments before splitting them open and spilling out behind you, free to wiggle in delight as your owner stroked your ears. ]"I see my new jack is enjoying my affections." "Haw," you agree, swishing your tail in delight as more pleasure ripples through you, tickling you with anticipation for becoming a proper donkey. Proper donkey? That...that wasn't right, was it? [[Focus and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] [[Proper Donkey Sounds Perfect|Listen to Your Owner]]

Location: Work Shed A small, wooden shed around the back of the barn. There are several feed bags and a couple trash cans outside. (Link-reveal: "Search the Trash Cans")[ There are three trash cans sitting next to the shed. (link-reveal: "Search the Left Can")[ You open the can and look inside to find a large amount of destroyed clothing; shirts, pants, even shoes and boots, all torn and split in various ways. (link-reveal: "Dig Through the Clothes")[ You lean over the lip of the can and dig through the tattered garments(If: $Tail is true)[, tail swishing up behind you as you do]. (If: $Rustkey is true)[You don't find anything else of interest among the destroyed clothes. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[Your eyes fall once again on the split jean shorts, a soft bray on your lips as you absently think about cute jennies.]](If: $Rustkey is false)[Your exploration is rewarded when you find what looks like a rusted car key (Set: $Rustkey to true)in a split pair of cutoffs(If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[ that smell pleasantly like jenny].]]] (link-reveal: "Search the Middle Can")[ You open the middle can to reveal a pile of wilted vegitables and half-eaten fruits(If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[. As the smell wafts past you, your stomach rumbles and you bray absently].] (link-reveal: "Search the Right Can")[ You open the rightmost can to find it mostly empty, save for a few tattered pieces of paper and a bent lantern.]] [[Return to the Back of the Barn|Go to the Back of the Barn]] [[Enter the Shed]]

Location: Inside the Work Shed The interior of the shed is cool and somewhat dark, smelling of sawdust and old metal. There are numerous tools along one wall, a toolbox on a workbench, and a few hanging pictures of donkeys. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 11)[(Link-reveal: "Examine the Portraits")[ You look over the random assortment of donkey photos, not really seeing anything of interest]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[(Link-reveal: "Gaze at the Donkeys")[ You lean forward on the workbench, intently studying the myriad portraits of donkeys(If: $Tail is true)[, tail swishing at the sight of the numerous photogenic jennies pictured]. Your gaze settles on a particularly cute jenny, her tall, fuzzy ears looking particularly attractive to your addled mind.]] (link-reveal: "Search the Toolbox")[ The metal box is mostly filled with the normal tools you'd expect; a hammer, saw, screwdriver, etc. In the lower section, you find a bunch of screws, nails, and other bits, as well as a small scrap of paper with something written on it. There's a strangely memorable symbol and a single word, "Retru"(Set: $Retrumagic to true)] [[Leave the Shed|Go to the Work Shed]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false)You have successfully escaped the farm. (Set: $Delay to 3) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Delay to it -1) (If: $Delay <= 2)[But what exactly remains of you...?] (If: $Delay <= 0)[(If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[(Goto: "Complete 1")]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 1 and <= 8)[(Goto: "Complete 2")](If: $Donkeybrain <= 0)[(Goto: "Complete 3")](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 14)[(Goto: "Complete 4")](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15 and <= 19)[(Goto: "Complete 5")]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false)Location: Farmhouse Study You read the words from the book. (Set: $Casttime to 6)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Casttime to it -1) (If: $Casttime <= 5)[Omnus] (If: $Casttime <= 4)[Asnus] (If: $Casttime <= 3)[Aturns] (If: $Casttime <= 2)[Ruvr] (If: $Casttime <= 1)[Natu] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[You finish casting the spell, and feel a rumbling sensation of energy ripple up your body, draining your strength. You slump against the podium, a rough bray escaping your mouth before the energy ripples from you and into the air. (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears twitch as a soft rumbling builds around you. ]The sound of thunder echoes overhead, rippling out from the house. You sit in silence for a few seconds before a loud series of thumps comes down the hall and Faye bursts through the door. "Oh, my silly jack, what did you do?" She rushes forward, looking at the book. "Oh, oh my, my, my, my." A sparkle of light rushes through the door next, a small fairy zipping up next to her, "Faye, what did," they stop and look at you, "oh, you? You did it?" There's a momentary pause before the fae tumbles through the air in manic laughter. Faye turns to you, "You don't even know what you did, do you? Such a simple jack." The fairy recovers and flits up to eye level before flying in a loop before you, creating a magical field that resolves into a portal showing a scene of a downtown area. People are in a panic, running in all directions in terror. As you look closer, you see that something is off about them, something horrifying. Your focus is drawn to a sedan as it swerves off the road and hits a street light. The driver tumbles out, screaming as he watches his hands curl into fists, fingers merging as they turn into black hooves. He tumbles to the ground as his head starts to reshape. The passanger is trapped in their seat, unable to free themselves as their body swells against their seatbelt, fur covering them. The image swirls to a scene of a frat party in chaos. People are running in terror, tugging at new donkey ears or holding twitching tails. Several of them are curled up on the ground or struggling to stand as their bodies swell and split clothing to reveal furred bodies. You shake your head in disbelief, but the fairy simply taps the surface again, switching the scene to a small room. You recognize it as your dorm room. You gasp in horror at the sight of your roommate on four hooves, breathing deeply as his face pushes out into a muzzle and the brightness in his eyes fades to a dull brown. He stops struggling and lazily nibbles at part of a destroyed sneaker. Your viewing is interrupted by a loud bang and a flash of light, an elderly woman in a wide-brimmed hat and dark robe appearing between the three of you. Her voice booms, "Who? Who has cast such a forbidden spell?" [[Faye and the fairy nervously point to you]]]]

Location: Farmhouse Study The old woman turns to you, eyes looking over you(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears curl down in fear](If: $Tail is true)[, your tail twitching nervously]. "You," she steps forward, "you realize what you've done? Do you know how long it will take to fix this?" You open your mouth to respond, but pressure bursts forth instead of your voice, "Hee-haw, haw." You feel magic prickle your form again as you bray, back bending forward slightly as fog settles in your head. The woman waves and you're standing upright again, thoughts completely clear. "No, none of that," she shakes her head firmly, "you'll not escape punishment for what you've done by turning yourself into a simple ass. No no, I have a much more fitting punishment for you, but first, a form more fitting your fate." (If: $Ears is false)[She snaps her fingers and your body tenses, magic yanking your ears, pulling them up, stretching them out. They grow from your head, extending into the tall ears of a donkey. They flop from side to side, then slump down. ](If: $Ears is false)[She twirls her finger and spins you around to face away from the trio of fairies. The small fairy giggles as warmth pools at the base of your spine. You gasp and lean foward as magic curls around your spine, yanking sharply but painlessly, drawing a lump out above your butt that quickly strains the rear seam of your cargo pants. You grunt as it rips free, your new tail swishing before dropped down behind you. She turns you around to appraise her work. ]She laughs softly and nods, "not a bad start if I do say so myself, but you'll do better with a few more adjustments." She claps twice, each one pushing one foot up to your toes. You wobble a bit as your shoes grow uncomfortable, then split down the sides. you stumble forward, ears swishing at the sound of your new hooves clicking against the wooden floor. She claps a third time and your fingers twitch, nails growing thick and black as brown fur grows up to below your elbows. With another snap, your cargo pants turn into blue denim, threads stretching up and fastening over your shoulders, turning into a pair of overalls. As you look over your transformed body, she chuckles, "Now then, let's test our new worker jack," she turns and points to Faye, who gasps in surprise before arching her back and tilting her head up. "Hee-haw." Your ears perk up like antennae and swivel towards her. You look to her, focus on her, tail swishing as you think about her, what she needs, what you can do, how you can help her. You wanted to help her, to fill her needs and see that she's taken care of. The woman laughs and nods, "Excellent, excellent." [["You're Ready to Get to Work"|Ending 19]]

Location: Horreum Aeternus You walk along the row of stalls, the needy sounds of donkeys echoing around you, each one drawing your tired hooves towards them, ears pivoting as your mind floods with the desire to help each and every one. You look ahead of you, endless row after endless row of donkeys visible in every direction. You stop at the nearest one, instinctively aware that they want a good brushing and a snack. You pick up their brush and draw it through their mane a few times before pulling a carrot from your oversized backpack and feeding it to them, gazing jealously into their empty, mindless eyes. They bray in contentment, filling you with forced and fleeting joy. You hoist your pack on your shoulders, the scent of the carrots nawing at your rumbling belly, but the brays surrounding you preventing you from pausing long enough to snack. There are so many more donkeys that need you, and you can't help but respond. You need to help them all, then, once their all happy, all eight billion of them, then you can finally rest. Ending 34: The Only Mind in a Donkey World(Set: $End34 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Braymenu to false) You read the words from the book. (Set: $Casttime to 5)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Casttime to it -1) (If: $Casttime <= 4)[Asnus] (If: $Casttime <= 3)[Aturns] (If: $Casttime <= 2)[Fau] (If: $Casttime <= 1)[Ruvr] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[(If: $Ears is true)+(If: $Tail is true)[You finish casting the spell, giggling reflexively as the magic prickles over you, tickling your skin. Your tail swishes and your ears pivot as your muscles tense. You step back from the book, wobbling a bit as the energy grows in strength, filling you with anticipation and axiety. Your back arcs and your head tilts back, mouth forcing itself open as pressure rips free. (If: $Casttime is 0)[(stop:)](Set: $Norecover to true)[[Heeeee-haaaaaw]]](If: $Ears is true)+(If: $Tail is false)[You finish casting the spell, ears twitching in anticipation as the magic energy prickles over your form. It builds into a nexus at the base of your spine before punching out into a small nub that swiftly grows against the seat of your pants. You slump forward as new muscles clench and flex, your new tail curling and pushing against the rear seam of your pants, straining the stitching and finally breaking free, leaving you breathless and slumped against the desk.(If: $Casttime is 0)[(stop:)](Set: $Tail to true)](If: $Ears is false)[You finish casting the spell and feel a prickle of energy cascade through you. It ripples up your head and into your ears. They tingle, twitch, and start to grow. You gasp(If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[-bray] as they stretch up over your head, a wash of brown fur following the increasing length. Your body slumps in weakness as your new donkey ears twitch over your head and you struggle to catch your breath.(If: $Casttime is 0)[(stop:)](Set: $Ears to true)] [(If: $Casttime is 0)[(stop:)](If: $Norecover is false)[[[Recover from Spellcasting|Go to the Study]]]]]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Bookbray to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Your body remains tense after you bray. You grunt and gasp as your arms raise in front of you and you start to lean forward. The magic builds as it cascades over your body. Your tail curls between your legs and your ears pin back as emotions run wild through you. The magic pools in your hands and feet. Your fingers curl as you're forced to make a pair of fists, and you push up to your toes, shoes pinching uncomfortably against stretching ankles. A quartet of pops and snaps echo through the room as your hands and feet are replaced with hooves. Your sneakers tear apart, the back half falling to the ground as your new rear hooves slide from the destroyed toe caps of your footwear. You bray in shock and slump to all fours, limbs stretching as magic ping-pongs up your limbs, forcing you to widen your stance. Your shirt stretches across your shoulders and your hips push out against the waistband of your cargo pants. Fur prickles from your skin, first in small patches, then in a brown wave over your reshaping form. The sensation of your fur coat coming in feels strangely relaxing, like a full body rub-down. You bray as muscles relax. Your ears pivot as your shirt splits dwon the back and the waistband of your pants snaps at the waist above your tail. Much like the fur coat, the sensation of your clothes giving way to your enlarging form has a strange sense of gratification to it. The thought of becoming a big, strong jack is an appealing one. "Hee, hee-haw." Your neck pops and extends, your bray growing deeper is it does. The study door opens and Faye walks in, "Well, my new jack, look at what you've been up to." You turn to see the woman as she steps into view, the movement bringing to your attention just how big and lumbering your asinine form is. There's a moment of concern as Faye reaches out and strokes your mane between your ears. "Haw, hee, hee-haw," your owner's touch is heavenly. Your face pushes forward into a muzzle as your owner pulls a loop of rope from her pocket. You bray again as she slides the lead smoothly around your neck and tugs on it, guidng you towards the door. After all, donkeys aren't allowed in the farmhouse. You continue to bray as thoughts grow more disjointed and simple, the woman pulling the tattered garments from your form as she helps you down the stairs and out into the yard. The last remnants of your humanity, both physical and mental, are gone by the time you're walking into your stall, nothing but a happy donkey. Ending 15: Self-Made Donkey(Set: $End15 to true)

Location: ??? "For now?" the fairy tosses the book away as the glasses dissolve, "Oh no, this is it, future ass. I don't want to see you out here again or my sister won't have to finish the job cause you'll be mindless before she gets here." The fairy does a spin, wind picking up before a soft crack echoes across the field.(Set: $Fairyhelp to false) [[The Fairy Vanishes in a Flash of Light|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: ??? Pride swells in your chest as you wobble on your hind legs. "Hee-haw, haw," you bray proudly, arms lifting to your sides, hands curled into fists. You lean forward and bend your knees, muscles moving on their own to a more natural position. You focus returns to the fairy as they flit up to your nose, resting their hands on it, "That sounds like the proud bray of a jack who takes pride in what a solid performer he is." (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears swivel softly. ]Proud...jack. "Haw," you agree. (If: $Tail is false)[Warmth prickles down your back, pooling near the base of your spine. ]You lean forward a little more, widening your stance, working to stay on two legs, at least until Faye sees your trick. (If: $Tail is false)[The warmth pools, tickles, then grows, extending into a lump and quickly gaining mass as it strains against the seat of your pants. Your growing tail pulls your pants tight around your hips, threatening to knock you down, almost like the appendage is trying to make you fall to all fours. You grunt-bray, straining and flexing, anxious to get it out so you can keep your trick going. With a final burst of growth, it tears free, swishing behind you and swiftly joining your small movements to keep you on your hind legs.(Set: $Tail to true) ]You steady yourself, tail curling and flexing, arms punching, and hips wiggling. You're feeling really tired and off-balance, but you have to keep going, at least a little longer. "Just a bit longer and Faye will be here to see your trick." (If: $Donkeybrain is >= 14)[[Gotta Show Faye Your Trick]] (If: $Donkeybrain is <= 17)[[Wait, I'm Not A Proud Jack]]

Location: ??? You grunt, straightening up and shaking your head. You force your heels back to the ground as focus returns. "Aww, is the silly jack trying to do some thinking again?" You look at the fae as they fly up to you, "Well, alright then, one thing then. Donkey, bray for me." [[Refuse to Bray|"I don't care, I'll escape on my own."]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 8)[(link-reveal: "Haw")[ You release a weak, human sounding bray. The fairy stares at you, blinking deliberatly. Their wings twitch and they sigh, "Well, if that's the best you can do." [["Is that it?"]]]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 14)[(link-reveal: "Hee-haw")[ The take a sharp breath as the you recover from the surprisingly strong bray, then refocus on the fairy. They giggle as they wiggle in the air, "That, that's pretty good. You really do have a lot of donkey in you, don't you?" They sigh and hover closer, "Well, since you're probably going to be on four hooves by sundown, there's probably no harm in putting a few facts in your head. They'll just turn into mush when you're a good donkey anyhow." [["Alright, let me ask you some stuff"]]]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[(link-reveal: "Haw, haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, haw")[ You stumble, slumping to a knee as you struggle to catch your breath, throat sore from the powerful asinine bray. The fairy rolls around in a laughing fit, floating down to you, tail twitching enthusiastically, "Hey donkey, donkey," they giggle, "bray again, donkey." [["Haw, Haw, hee-haw"]]]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Showjack to true) (Goto: "Endings")

Location: ??? You gasp-bray, shaking your head. You push back, straightening up. You struggle to push your heels back to the ground and uncurl your fingers, feeling slowly returning to your digits as you do. "Aww, is the proud jack having second thoughts? If you leave now, don't bother coming back." You look at the fairy, shaking your head and backing up(If: $Ears is true)[ You gasp as you feel your tall ears swivel](If: $Tail is true)[, your tail joining them shortly to make its presence known]. Before they can speak again in an attempt to lull you back in, you turn and run for it. [[Escape the Fairy|Edge of the Farm]]

You have failed to escape the farm. The thought of Faye seeing your trick danced in your mind as you wobbled, her smiling face and swishing tail showing just how proud you made her by balancing on your hind legs. It was all you'd ever wanted. "Hee-haw," your shoes burst open and you stumble forward on shiny black hooves. You punch at the air to keep upright, each swing crunching your fists tighter and tighter until they finally snap into hooves as well. "Well, here you are," a familiar voice speaks up. You turn, barely managing to remain on twos, to see Faye walking towards you. "Haw," she was seeing your trick. Faye was seeing your trick. She smiled warmly. "Hee-haw," your owner liked your trick. Your pants split at the knee as you grew taller, struggling more to remain upright. Your hips swelled, popping the button on your fly and yanking the zipper open. Your withers popped out, splitting your shirt down the back. You wobbled as your body became increasingly asinine, your focus completely on your owner as she reached you, looking up at your face. "What a wonderful trick," she beamed, "I bet the jennies will be impressed to meet you." "Haw," you brayed in delight, pants splitting and sliding down either leg. Your neck snapped and popped several times in quick succession as it elongated. Your owner reached up and stroked your lengthening neck, "Alright, I'm impressed, my new jack, you can relax now. Down jack, down." "Haw," you slumped foward, muscles relaxing as you dropped to all fours. As your front hooves hit the ground, your face cracked forward, pushing into an asinine muzzle. Your owner slipped a lead around your neck and tugged, guiding you back towards the farm. Your tail swished in anticipation as you thought about impressing the jennies with your impressive trick. Ending 33: Acrobatic Asinine Action(Set: $End33 to true)

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Lostgrain to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You grunt-bray as you push through the thick stalks of wheat, barely able to make progress as you struggle to find your way back to the road. You struggle up over a hill and look forward in hopes of seeing a road. You see the back of the barn. Overwhelming annoyance bursts forth, "Hee-haw." You yank at the wheat, uprooting it a handfull of it and throwing it away. You turn and kick at another patch of the grain, energy rippling over you as you lose control of yourself. (If: $Ears is false)["Haw," your ears twitch and pull to points, unnoticed as you trudge and stomp the wheat. "Hee-haw, haw," your tyrade continues, ears growing taller as fur coats them. "Hee, hee," your body tenses, "Heeeee-haw," your body convulses, ears sprining to full length, the tall ears of a donkey. (Set: $Ears to true)]Your ears twitch as you uproot another bunch of wheat, the sound of it pulling free sending prickles of joy through you. It felt good to uproot, to remove, to collect. It felt good to harvest. (If: $Tail is false)["Hee, hee-haw," you stumble forward, hands cramped from your rough assault on the field. A cramp pricks between your shoulders then rolls down your back, forcing you to arc your back as it travels down to just above your butt. It twinges, growing out into a nub that pushes forward as you tear up another stalk of wheat. You take hold of a surprisingly resilient stalk of wheat. You tug at it sharply, the nub in your back gaining length in kind. You tug again, focused on your task of uprooting the grains. With each tug, it comes a bit freer and the growing appendage strains against the seat of your pants. With a final yank and a bray, both the wheat and your tail rip free. You cast the shaft away as your tail swishes and drops behind you, twitching with the same aggression that drives you to attack the grains.(Set: $Tail to true) ]Your angry tail bats from side to side, slapping the thick wheat as you go, an assistent helping the assualt any way they can. Each swipe and slap tilts you forward, shifting your center of gravity as you stumble through the wheat towards the barn. You reach out to grab a handful of wheat, but your fingers tense and go numb, unable to hold the stalks. You bray and look at your hands, watching as your fingers turn black and hard, pushing into each other as they transform into hooves. You're dimly aware that your sneakers are also uncomfortably tight, but that concern is lost as you paw ineffectively at the nearby wheat. Fortunately, you have a back-up plan. You lean forward, mouth open, intent on uprooting the grain with the only tool you have left. Your shoes split open as your front hooves settle into the soft dirt. You lean forward, pressure pushing your face forward, and bite into the ripe grains of wheat. You pause as a wonderful taste dances across your widening tongue. "Haw," you bray, aggression fading. You step foward, taking another bite, chewing it slowly, enjoying the wonderful flavor. You couldn't remember the last time you'd tasted something so wonderful. Your body swelled as you took another bite. The rear seam on your cargo pants split further above and below your tail. Your shirt split up the front as your gut expanded forcefully. Each bite of grain mellowed your mind and morphed your body. "Now how did you get out of the barn?" You don't even turn to face your owner as you continue to eat the delicoius grain, intent on getting as much as you can before she can reach you. You bray is soft disappointment as your lead is slipped around your neck. Your owner clicks her tongue and tugs you towards the barn. You relent quickly, the desire to keep your owner happy was more important than any snack. Besides, if you behaved well, you might get a nice sugar cube for being a good jack. Ending 27: Lost in Wheat(Set: $End27 to true)

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Herdbray to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You pause as you stand in the center of the barn, head lilting back and forth as the other donkeys bray their conversations at you and each other. Despite the asinine cacophony, the sounds are strangely inviting, tugging your focus in all directions until your gaze(If: $Ears is true)[, and ears] pivot towards one in particular. You stumble towards the stall housing (If: $Brayfriend is 1)[the gray jack](If: $Brayfriend is 2)[the brown jack](If: $Brayfriend is 3)[the scruffy jenny](If: $Brayfriend is 4)[the black jack](If: $Brayfriend is 5)[the spotted jenny]. (If: $Brayfriend is 1)[You stumble against the stall wall next to Donkey, blinking a bit as you try to focus. He asks if you're feeling okay, his bray reassuring you. You nod and bray an affirmation, (If: $Ears is false)[ your ears pulling to points for a moment before stretching out, growing up above your head as brownish-gray fuzz covers them.(Set: $Ears to true)] Donkey's reassurance made you feel relaxed and safe. He was a good friend, afterall. You lilt slightly. He was a good herd mate. (If: $Tail is false)[You push up from the stall wall, but stop, tensing and letting out another bray as a strange discomfort crawls over you. You can't figure out what's wrong, but another reassuring bray from Donkey keeps you from getting too nervous. The uncomfortable knot shifts, pushing down and curling along your hips before collecting at the base of your spine and pushing out. It forms into a lump against the seat of your pants and then swells swiftly, tensing the material, straining the rear seam to the point where threads start snapping one by one. Donkey meets your gaze and brays his concerns, his calm voice drawing a like response from your throat. "Hee, hee-haw," the growth springs free, ripping through your clothes and swishing behind you, a long tail covered in grayish fur.(Set: $Tail to true) ] Donky nuzzles your ear warmly, drawing relaxed brays from you as you lean more firmly against the stall wall, legs feeling less and less stable as seconds tick by. You turn to meet Donkey's gaze to let him know you're feeling okay, the concern in his eyes only making you worry he's worried. "Hee-haw," you push up to your toes and slump forward, pants feeling strangely tight at the hips as it gets harder to maintain your grip on the wall. You push back, hands closing into fists as you wobble back from the short wall. Donkey brays to you to relax and stop showing off. You are momentarily confused, but a soft ripple washes through you and you drop forward. As you do, your hands squish and reform into hooves, cracking into place just before they hit the ground. As they strike the barn floor, your shoes split open, allowing your hind hooves to wiggle free of the cloth confines. You stumble forward on four hooves, gray-brown fur washing up your limbs as they stretch. You look up at Donkey in confusion, your gaze slowly tilting down as your legs lengthen. Discomfort reached a high as your pants pulled tight at the hips and thighs and your shirt strained across your withers. You brayed loudly, shirt and pants ripping in several places as your mass increased. The garments splitting away from your form brought instant relief and the realization that that must have been what was bothering you. You reflexively bray again, further freeing yourself of the increasingly foreign garments. "Well, look at the fast friends." You turn to see your owner walking across the barn towards you and Donkey. Donkey brays happily, as do you. Your owner pets over your expanding neck and face before pulling the strange things away from your gray-brown furred body. You turn to Donkey and bray your relief at being free of the weird things. Your owner lets you stay outside your stall while she works around the barn, only returning you to your stall later in the day for feeding time, but you'd be sure to see Donkey again very soon.](If: $Brayfriend is 2)[You walk back to the brown jack, looking him over as you consider the question he posed to you before. Donkey brays again, reiterating the question at hand before staring at you intently. (If: $Ears is false)[The riddle buzzes in your brain, making your ears wiggle and twitch. You consider a response, but toss it away, ears growing a few inches as you do. Another idea, but no, nothing good. Your ears perk up; wait, you have it. Your donkey ears turn towards Donkey, deep brown fur washing over them, as you clear your throat a bit.(Set: $Ears to true) ]You bray a response, still unsure of yourself, but feeling a bit more sure. Donkey bray-laughs, tail swishing, then asks if you need a hint. A hint! (If: $Tail is false)[Your hips swish back and forth thoughtfully, ears lilting in time with your consideration. ]You didn't needa hint, you'd figure this out all by yourself.(If: $Tail is false)[ You pause briefly, tapping your chin as a soft wiggle rose from the base of your spine. Your tongue hung out as you worked to parse answers, your inability to figure things out transitioning into more length for the growing appendage. You leaned forward slightly as your tail filled the rear of your pants and started to curl and squirm against the rear seam, seeking freedom as you sought answers. Realization hit and you perked up, braying a response proudly. The rear seam of your pants snapped, tail shooting out behind you like a bang before dropping down, deep brown fur nearly blending with the black tassel tip. (Set: $Tail to true)]Donkey listens to your response as you bray it out in great detail, ears and tail dancing in excitement as you slowly lean forward. You finish, feeling wobbly and nearly out of breath. They brayed dismissively. You weren't even close. You were fed up now, and just started braying out answers randomly. "Hee-haw," you slumped forward, dropping to your knees. "Haw, hee, hee-haw," you pushed your hips up and back. "Hee, hee, hee-haw," your hands curled into fists and the laces on your sneakers snapped as your ankles stretched. Each response drew a dismissive grunt or bray from Donkey. You were no better at rapid fire than contemplation, but that didn't stop you. Though at this point, you were mostly just braying any random thought that entered your head. Thought in, bray out. Thought in, bray out. Thought in, bray out. Your shirt split down the back as the inside seams of your pants snapped. Nothing was going to distract you from solving this puzzle, though, not even the sensation of your neck and face extending out to a more asinine shape. You only stopped when soft hands stroked the side of your head and tugged the weird garments away from your chestnut furred body. You turned to your owner, who smiled warmly and softly brayed the answer. Of course, it was so obvious. You turn smuggly back to Donkey, who just brays back and invites you to try again tomorrow. Jokes on him, your owner could give you the answer then too.](If: $Brayfriend is 3)[You straighten up, not wanting to look uncool, and approach the scruffy jenny. Donkey nods and brays again as you lean against the stall. You sit in chill silence for a bit before she brays playfully. You follow her gaze down to the latch on the inside of the stall door. She nuzzles your hand and brays again. You look around the barn, making sure the other donkeys aren't watching, before leaning over the stall door and reaching for the lock. (If: $Ears is false)[As you fiddle with the lock, your ears twinge and twitch. You focus intently, tugging at the metal from your odd vantage point. Your ears respond by stretching and growing, pushing up along the sides of your head. As you snap the lock open, your ears swivel, dense fur growing over them as the hair on your head shivers into a disheveled state. ]You remove the latch and slide the door open, jumping back from the door as it swings open. Donkey brays a thanks as she steps out of the stall, stretching and kicking her legs a bit before swishing her tail and looking around the barn. She brays and turns towards the back of the barn, inviting you to follow her on her quest to have some fun. Once outside, she sniffs at the grass a bit before heading towards the small shed behind the barn. You follow her, excitement prickling as the jenny's adventurous spirit rubs off on you. She brays in joy as she approaches a few trash cans sitting near the shed. She bounces and turns away from them, then brays loudly as she kicks the cans into each other, spilling their contents along the ground. Aside from the normal garbage, you spot a collection of destroyed clothing, a cluster of familiar smells wafting up from them. Curiosity snatches you and you slump to the ground, taking in the weirdly inviting scents as you look through them. (If: $Tail is false)[You push aside a torn shirt and find a pair of board shorts. You study the strange hole in the back as the curiosity wiggles down your spine, building in pressure and feeding your desire to explore before shifting into a buzzing pulse that punches out above your butt. You keep digging, leaning forward as the energy pulses again, pushing up against the seat of your pants, the nub twitching with each scent you find and growing with each garment you explore. You find a pair of cargo pants, split down the middle as though something exploded from within them. Your body tenses as the strange energy pulses once more, stronger than before. Your new tail splits your pants, springing free and wiggling behind you as you continue your garment excavation.(Set: $Tail to true) ]Your focus settles on a pair of cutoff jeans, split apart at the rear and with the button snapped off. They are soaked in Donkey's scent, and you look from them to her, giggle-braying as you try to picture her wearing them. The tight fitting shorts wouldn't even fit up one of her hind legs, and the image of them stretched to bursting around her flanks turns your giggle-brays into uproarious fits. "Haw, haw, hee-haw, hee-haw," you slump forward, hands in the grass as you struggle to reign in the fits. Donkey turns back to you, braying about what was so funny. You turn to her, your shirt catching in the shoulders and your pants feeling snug at the hips. You hold up the shorts, braying about how they smell like her, and how funny she'd look in them. She brayed back that you should look at yourself if you thought it was so funny. "Haw?" You bray, looking down at your shirt, stretched tight across your chest, and your cargo pants, button strained as your hips widen. She was right, you did look rediculous. "Haw, haw, hee-haw," you laugh, dropping the shorts and slumping forward to your hands as muscles tense and flex. "Haw," you looked so weird stuffed into these clothes. "Haw, haw," your knees pushed up from the ground and your feet wiggled. Your ankles pushed up and the laces on your sneakers strained. "Haw," how'd you even get those sneakers on? "Hee-haw," the shoes snapped in half, your ankles stretching as your toes squished together into hooves. You instinctively kicked back, striking one of the trashcans and sending it flying against the shed. It felt good, and Donkey's bray of approval made it feel even better. You kicked again, splitting the outside seam of your cargo pants as you did. As you brought your hooves back down, the tassel on your tail grew thick and unkempt, like you'd been caught in the rain one too many times. Numbness spread through your fingers as they squished and merged, black keratin growing over them, making them a cool shiny black. Just like Donkey's were. The realization tickled your mind and you brayed more, shirt splitting at the shoulders and down the sides as you did. As you felt pressure building in your neck and face, Donkey brayed lazy concern. Following her focus, you looked back at the barn, spotting your owner as she walked out, looking around and quickly spotting the two of you. Donkey brayed to run for it, and turned to sprint for another part of the farm. A sharp whistle brought both of you to a halt, ears standing straight and tall. You turned back as a pair as your owner walked up, pulling two leads from her overalls. She appraoched Donkey first, slipping the lead over her neck and clicking her tongue, drawing a dismissive bray from the jenny. She turned to you, slipping the lead over your expanding neck and then petting your cheek as she tugged at the ropes. The two of you followed her dutifully, your face completely growing out into a muzzle and your mane growing rough and messy. Despite today's adventure being over, you thought about what other trouble you and Donkey could get up to in the future.](If: $Brayfriend is 4)[You stop short of the stall door as Donkey stares you down, his brown eyes intently looking you up and down. He brays dismissively, making you droop slightly. He snorts and brays again, drawing a weak apology bray from you. You bray again, weakly asking how you could be more presentable to meet his approval. "Haw," he brays, "hee, hee-haw." Yeah, your posture was terrible, lazy and unsure. You take a deep breath, bray, and focus on presenting yourself better. (If: $Ears is false)[As you straighten up, a tingling warmth rises up your spine, ripples through your head, and pricks your ears. You maintain a straight back, arms at your sides, warmth pushing your ears up to points, then stretching them out. They grow straight and tall, new muscles holding them taught. As they reach their proper height, midnight black fur washes over them, causing a slight shiver to pass through them, giving you a sense of pride and composure. ]You stand stiff as a board, straight and tall, ears perked up at either side of your head. Donkey looks you over, then nods slightly and brays. A start? A START? It was better than nothing, but you'd expected more. You release another curious bray, hoping for more guidence from Donkey. He brays, critical of your posture, off-balance and uncomfortable, like your muscles are all tense. Your ears twitch as his critiques sink in, your stance widening as you start to feel more uncomfortable standing up straight, soreness spreading through your hips and thighs. Your feet cramp, causing you to bray sharply and push up to your toes, wobbling a bit more as concern about how pathetic you look grows stronger. (If: $Tail is false)[You bray nervously as you continue to struggle. Each asinine uterance pushes energy down your body, pooling in your hips and back. You stumble a bit, gasp-braying as you slump forward against the stall wall. Donkey brays sharply, causing your hips to swish and push the energy into a nub that punches out against the rear seam of your pants. You push back up, stumbling a few steps back and braying reassurances to yourself. The nub grows bit by bit, filling the available space and straining the rear seam of your cargo pants as it pulls the waistband tight against your hips, making balancing even harder. You swing your arms about, desperate to not look like a total ass in front of Donkey. As all the energies swirling through you reach a peak, everything tenses and you tilt your head up and bray loudly. "Haw, haw, hee-haw," your pants relent, allowing your new tail to rip free. ]Despite your best efforts, you stumble to the ground, tail and ears squirming about in desperation as you land roughly on your hands and knees. Not wanting to look like a total disaster, you push up, managing to get to your hands and feet, heels raised from the ground, before another cramp locks you in place. You look up to Donkey, blush deep in your cheeks as he shakes his head from side to side. "Haw," he laughs, "hee-haw." You weren't weak! You'd show him. "Hee-haw," you bray forcefully, "Haw, haw." You flex your muscles, curling your hands into fists as you widen your stance again. You weren't sad and pathetic, you were a strong, fit jack. "Hee-haw." Your shoes split as ankles stretched, black keratin swirling over your toes as black fur washed up your shins. With another bray, your fingers merged into the swelling pool of keratin around your hands. As your hands and feet become four shiny hooves and your limbs started to reform into the legs of a quadruped, you started to feel more assured of yourself. Your stance felt more stable, more confident. You were a confident ass. "Hee, hee," your shoulders and hips pulsed, "hee-haw." Your pants burst in several places, revealing deep black fur covering muscular hind legs. You met Donkey's gaze head-on, watching as his sneer faded and he nodded approvingly. Despite braying firmly, your tail swished with pride at his approval. Your shirt split down the back as your withers widened. You neck bulged with muscles as your face pushed out. You stepped forward with a confident bray, but stopped as a sharp whistle filled the barn. "That's enough you two," you turned to see your owner, hands on her hips as she approached you, "the two of you are always going at it and I don't know why, you're so alike, after all." You shot Donkey a look before your owner turned you away from him and walked you back to your stall. Donkey was just lucky she stopped you, but next time, you'd prove you were the bigger ass.](If: $Brayfriend is 5)[You blush deeply as you look at Donkey, her cute ears twitching as you bray another broken hello. You step closer, leaning against the stall door(If: $Tail is true)[, your tail curls and twitches, tossing about like the butterflies in your stomach]. She brayed softly nuzzling the side of your head and snorting warmly. (If: $Ears is false)[She nuzzles up the side of your head, cause you to lilt to one side and sigh-bray softly. The warmth prickles and builds in your ears, making them wiggle a bit. She licks at one, causing the sensation to increase, adding length to it with each soft stroke of her tongue. It quickly grows taller then your head, fur washing over it as it reaches full length. As she pulls back, you feel a dull buzz in your head, your eyes meeting hers and a weak smile spreading across your face. You dutifully lean your head to the other side as she leans in again, braying happily as she nuzzles and licks your other ear, helping it grow up into a second fuzzy donkey ear. She steps back a bit, giving a sweet bray that causes your new donkey ears to pivot towards her attentively. ]She brays a few more times, your ears twitching a bit with each one. She had such a beautiful voice, one that pulled warmth and pressure from your fluttering chest up into your throat. You pushed up on the stall door, leaning forward in swelling excitement. "Haw, haw," you brayed, "Hee-haw." (If: $Tail is false)[Her warm smile was intoxicating, and the way her ears pivoted towards you filled you with confidence. "Hee-haw," your back arced, "hee, hee-haw." Muscles flexed and something popped in your lower back. With another bray, you felt something stretch out and curl against the seat of your pants. Despite the foreign sensation, something about what was happening felt right. Proper. Braying was impressing Donkey, so whatever it caused would also impress her. "Hee-haw," the growth spasmed, then twisted uncomfortable against the cloth confining it. Another bray from Donkey sparked a burst of desire from you and you strained and brayed. With one final push, your new tail burst free, snapping like a whip before dropping behind you. ]Your braying fits draw Donkey closer. She nuzzles up one of your fuzzy ears and brays a soft compliment of your tail, eliciting a few proud twitches from it. You turn your head and draw in a deep breath filled with her scent. It percolated through your thoughts before condensing into a pressure that diffused down your body. Muscles swelled, jonts tensed, and your fingers and toes went numb. None of that mattered though, you were close to Donkey and she was affectionate and braying about what a strong jack you were. A strong and proper jack for a pretty jenny. "Hee, hee, hee," brays built like an oncoming sneeze, pulling your shirt tight across your chest as your pants pulled tight from waistband to cuff. "Hee-haw," your shirt snapped down the back as your body swelled. "Hee-haw," your pants snapped front and back at the waist. You lost your grip on the stall door as your fingers squished down and merged together, keratin coating the mass. Your ankles stretched and your shoes split at the toe cap, shiny black pushing forward into the dirt covering the barn floor. All your pride-addled mind could process was how powerful and proper you felt. Donkey brayed happily, drawing another bray from you as your neck stretched and bulged. You pulled forward, trying to get closer to Donkey as your face crunched forward, new muzzle taking in more of her rich deep scent. "Hey, hey, woah there." Your ears pivoted towards the voice, but you pushed on, nearly tumbling into the stall as Donkey backed away to make room for you. Unfortunately, a sharp whistle stopped your advances, leaving you balancing on your front hooves, eyes on Donkey. Your owner clicked her tongue and you pushed back, dropping to all fours as she reached you. "A bit forward, aren't we?" You snorted dismissively, but she continued, "Don't worry, if she's interested you'll have plenty of time together, but for now, let's get you settled in." Despite your disappointment, you did as you were told, turning back to your own stall. Fortunately, you were in eyesight of Donkey, so the two of you weren't that far apart, and the next chance you got, you'd get even closer.] Ending 23: Seen and Herd(Set: $End23 to true)

(Set: $Headerpause to true)(Set: $Braymenu to false)Location: Farmhouse Bedroom You push open the door and walk into the bedroom, freezing as you realize she's in here. You gaze on her, facing away from you sitting at her bed, looking over numerous photos of donkeys, her tail twitching cutely as she giggles and sighs at each pictured ass. The heady scent of Faye hits you like a brick, (If: $Donkeybrain <= 7)["Haw."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8 and <= 14)["Hee-haw."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)["Hee, hee, hee-haw."] Faye's ears perk up cutely and she turns to face you, smiling warmly, not the least bit surprised, "Oh my, my new jack, what brings you up to my room?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 7)[["I Wanted to See You"]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8 and <= 18)[["I Whawnted to See You, haw"|"I Wanted to See You"]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[[Take in her Wonderful Scent]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Faye giggles and pushes up, sitting on the bed, tail curling cutely around her legs, "Is that so? Well," she pats the bed next to her, "why don't you come have a seat and tell me what you wanted to see me about, my new jack." [[Join Faye on the Bed]] [[Stay Where you Are]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)You open your mouth to speak, but pause as Faye's lovely scent washes over you. Her head tilts to the side, ears pricking up, as she watches your expression droop. "Haw." She giggles cutely, "Enjoying my scent, my newest jack? It's lovely, isn't it, so calming and inviting. Feel free to take it in all you like." You nodded lazily at the warm invite and took in a deep breath.(If: $Ears is false)[ As her scent fills your head, your ears wiggle and stretch. As you continue to take a deep breath, they push up, growing taller and taller. By the time your lungs have filled, your ears taller than the top of your head, twitching as fur covers them and the fill out into proper donkey ears.(set: $Ears to true)] You hold the relaxing warmth in your lungs for several seconds, enjoying the calming sensation it radiated through you. You rocked forward as the pressure pushed up and out once again, releasing it loudly. "Hee-haw." You slump to your knees(If: $Ears is true)[, ears swiveling about,] as Faye giggles and hops up from the bed, "Such a handsome jack, enjoying my scent. Feel free to help yourself to more," she laughed, "there's plenty." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Focus and Run|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[[Take a Deeper Breath]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom You nervously cross the bedroom, eyes on Faye as you move, ready in case she jumps at you or something. She remains pleasantly seated, ears flicking softly. Her scent only grows strong as you take a seat next to her. Her hand gracefully moves up your back to your neck, then softly strokes the back of your head, bubbling pleasure through you. "Hee, hee, hee-haw," you bray, body shuddering. (If: $Ears is false)[With each stroke of her loving fingers, your ears twitch and stretch, pushing up in soft beats, first to points, then gaining length. They push through your mussy hair and past the top of your head, growing into full donkey ears in just a few seconds.(Set: $Ears to true) ]"Seems you're enjoying my affections, my new jack." You nod dumbly and bray again, trying to pull your focus back. "Now then, what was it you wanted?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 14)[[Regain Your Focus and Run For It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[["I Want to Be a Proper Jack"]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[["Whawt's Happening to mhee-haw?"]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8 and <= 11)[["What's Happening to Me?"|"Whawt's Happening to mhee-haw?"]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 7)[["Please, Let Me Go"]]

(If: $Donkeybrain <= 7)[(Set: $FayeQ to 15)](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8 and <= 12)[(Set: $FayeQ to 10)](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <= 16)[(Set: $FayeQ to 6)](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17 and <= 18)[(Set: $FayeQ to 4)](If: $Donkeybrain >= 19)[(Set: $FayeQ to 2)]Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Faye giggles, leaning back on her bed and kicking her legs playfully, "Suit yourself, my new jack." (If: $Ears is true)[Her gaze rises to your ears, the smile they spread across her face filling your cheeks with warmth. You couldn't help but feel gratified as she gazed at them happily. ](If: $Tail is true)[She leans to the side, her eyes finding your tail as it swishes lazily behind you. She giggles, causing it to twitch and send a shiver up your spine and pushing a soft bray from your throat. ]Her ears flick playfully, "So then, what'd you wanna talk about?" (link-reveal: "What are you?")[ "I'm Faye the simple farmgirl, proud owner of this here donkey farm and all the handsome jacks and pretty jennies that dwell within."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)] (link-reveal: "What is this place?")[ "This here's my donkey farm, unless you mean this place right here, in which case it's the place a lay my weary head ta rest after a long day caring for my jacks and jennies."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)] (link-reveal: "What's happening to me?")[ "You're learning ta be a proper jack so you can join the rest of your herd in the barn."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)] (link-reveal: "Were all those donkeys in the barn people?")[ "They've always been the jacks and jennies you see, they just needed some time to relax and learn ta be proper, like you do."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)] (link-reveal: "I want to be human.")[ "Now why would a handsome young jack like you want ta be a silly old human?"(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)] (link-reveal: "How do I leave the farm?")[ "I suppose we'll have a market day Sunday, you can lead the cart if you'd like."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)] (link-reveal: "Let me go.")[ "I'm not holding you, I haven't even taken out your lead yet."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[(link-reveal: "Why do I keep braying?")[ "Because proud jacks like you love to let everyone know they have powerful brays."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)]] (If: $Ears is true)[(link-reveal: "I have the ears of a donkey.")[ "Of course, what kind of ears would a proper jack have otherwise?"(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)]] (If: $Tail is true)[(link-reveal: "I have a donkey tail.")[ "And it's very handsome, and so full of energy too."(Set: $FayeQ to it -1)]] [[Change Your Mind and Join Faye on the Bed|Join Faye on the Bed]] [[Run For It|Edge of the Farm]] (live: 1s)[(If: $FayeQ <= 0)[(Goto: "Fayefog")]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom A pleasant shiver rippled through you as you spoke, traveling up to your head and swirling into a dulling fog in your head. You slipped from the bed to your knees, hands hanging at your sides. Faye hopped up from the bed and patted your head, "Wonderful, my new jack. Let's get a good look at you." (If: $Ears is true)[Her fingers moved up your tall donkey ears, the touch adding to the comfortable dullness hanging over your thoughts. "Are you proud of your ears, my new jack?" "Hee, hee-haw," you bray, failing to even form solid thoughts other than how happy you felt. ](If: $Tail is true)["And such a handsome tail, too." You swished your tail along the floor, giddy warmth bubbling through your foggy head. Hearing Faye compliment it filled you with pride. A jack like you loved being complimented on your appearance. ]Soft fingers moved from your head down your face to your chin as Faye knelt down in front of you. She tilted your head up and gazed into your foggy, brown eyes. The cute smile that spread across her face as she looked at you only made you feel even better. "Haw." Faye's ears twitched playfully, "That's it, my new jack, let it all out. Give me one big, strong, proud, bray and you'll be ready to become proper." [[HEE-HAAAAAAW]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Faye chuckles as you visibly struggle to speak through her soft petting, "Why, you're becoming proper, my new jack. Doesn't that sound lovely?" (Set: $Donekybrain to it +1)Your body tenses as her fingers trail up through your hair. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 14)[Despite your fear, it did sound lovely, appealing even.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[Warmth rippled through your increasingly asinine mind at the promise of becoming a proper jack.] You tense as her hand squeezes softly at the nap of your neck. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 12)["Hee-haw."](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13)["Haw, haw," you hunch forward, "hee-haw."] (If: $Ears is false)[As her hand moves back up your head, warmth fills your ears. You gasp as they push to points, wiggle, then keep growing. They stretch and grow, radiating relaxing warmth through you as smoothly transform into the proud ears of a proper jack. (Set: $Ears to true)]Her hand glides smoothly from your human head to your asinine ears, the divide between hair and your fur blurring as she does. You slump forward slightly, focus waning as she pets your ear affectionatly. "Isn't it wonderful, my new jack? Doesn't it make you excited to become proper?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 18)[[Focus and Make a Run for it|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[["I Want to Be a Proper Jack"]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[["Please, sthawp it."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)+(If: $Tail is false)[["I Need a Proper Tail"]] [[Bray and Let Faye do as She Pleases]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Faye sighs, hand still rubbing the back of your neck, "But, my new jack, you're free to leave whenever you'd like, I'm not keeping you here." You nod at her words, though you're focus is muddled by the massage she's giving your back.(If: $Tail is false)[ You murmur softly as a knot forms in your upper back before trickling down your spine bit by bit as she rubs. You lean forward slightly and bray lazily as the knot reaches the base of your spine. You tense slightly as it pierces your backside, growing into a nub that expands steadily, pushing against the seat of your cargo pants, quickly straining the stitching. Your ears flick as the stitching splits and your new tail punches to freedom, swishing across the bed as a tuft of black fur sprouts at the end.(Set: $Tail to true)] Faye moves smoothly down your back and strokes over your tail, lovingly stroking from base to tassel-tip, drawing a few more pleased brays from you. "Such a handsome tail, my new jack." "Haw," you bray at the compliment, muscles tensing and relaxing. Your fingers are tense and your toes are cramping. You slowly realize that, despite your protests, Faye appears to have no intent of letting you leave her farm as anything but a donkey. A proper jack. "Haw," you bray as the thought teases you. You almost want to finish the changes, become a simple jack and let Faye dote on you, not a care in the world or a thought in your head. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Make a Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[[Remain Thoughtless and Relaxed|Enjoy Faye's Affections]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 15 and <= 18)[[Whawnt to be a prhawper jack|"Haw, haw, hee-haw"]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 19)[[Haw, whaw dhaw haw, dhawnkhee-haw|"Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Faye giggles playfully at your plea, still softly petting your donkey ears. Despite your protests, the sensation was incredibly relaxing. Your shoulders slouched as you let out a long sigh-bray. Faye cooed softly as her hand moved up your ear again. Maybe it would be okay to just have donkey ears if having them pet felt so good. Fingers trailed down the soft fur inside your ears. Who wouldn't want donkey ears if they felt this good? You slumped to the side with a lazy bray. "Having second thoughts, my new jack? Doesn't if feel good and proper to have such magnificent donkey ears on your head?" Your ears twitched. It did. Pride swelled in you as Faye complimented and pet your ears. As her fingers moved back up the outside of your ear, your head tilted back and your mouth opened. "Hee-haw." Faye giggled as you brayed, scratching the back of your head, "That's it, my new jack. Feels good, doesn't it?" It did feel good, like relaxing a muscle after a long workout. Between the aftermath of braying and the continued attention your ears were getting, muddled thoughts rippled through your head, making it hard to focus on any of them. "What's on your mind, my new jack?" [["I whawnt more hawffection"]] [["Whaw, whawnna bray more"]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)+(If: $Tail is false)[["Whawnt a t, tail"]] [[Focus and Run for it|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom As soon as the words leave your lips, you're rewarded with a ripple of relaxing warmth down your spine, pooling just above your butt. You arced your back as it pushed into a small nub and started to grow. Each twitch of the growing tail sent shocks of pleasure up your spine, hooking into your brain as the new appendage became a natural part of you. Faye stroked down your back and trailed her fingers over your growing tail, warm affection bubbling through you. "Hee, hee-haw," you bray dumbly, slumping forward as the tail strains the rear seam of your pants. You strain and push, frustrated at the thought of your proper tail being trapped like this. With a final powerful bray, the tail rips free, sliding across the bed behind you, Faye's hand stroking along it and over the black-tassel tip. You look at her as pressure pushes out at every part of your body; your jaw is sore, your fingrs numb, and your sneakers are increasingly uncomfortable. "Well, my new jack, are you ready to become proper?"(Set: $Tail to true) (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Refocus and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[["Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom "Hee-haw," you bray, leaning back into her softly stroking fingers, eliciting a giggle from the young woman. "I see my jack enjoys the affections," she strokes up the ear closest to her, cascading relaxing warmth through your body. It was hard to focus through the billowing fog of pleasure, and it was difficult to reason exactly why you'd want anything more than being dotted on by Faye. (If: $Tail is false)[A spike of warmth snarled at the base of your neck, "Hee-haw." Faye's hand smoothly trailed down your head to the sensitive bundle. As her fingers touched it, it radiated relaxing pleasure through you as it slid down your back past your shoulders. You slouched forward, mouth open with your arms hanging between your legs, "Haw." Faye giggled at your dull bray, "Know what this is, my newest jack?" Your back arced slowly as she the rolling sensation reached your lower back. Your head was in steeped in a thick, stupefying haze, but the answer still came to you. Your head rolled to the side as you turned to Faye to answer. "Hee-haw." You'd realized your attempt to say it was your tail came out as crude brays, but Faye's warm smile muddled any kind of concern you might have. Quite the opposite; she liked when you brayed like a proper jack. "Haw, hee-haw." The warmth, and Faye's ministrations, reached the base of your spine. Your thoughts skipped as the knot pushed out into a nub and started growing longer as it extended from the base of your spine. You were growing a proper tail. The thought made the new appendage twitch in delight, curling against the seat of your pants as it filled more of the space, slowly straining the stitching. "Let it out, my newest jack." "Hee-haw," you brayed proudly, ears pinning back. "Hee, hee, hee-haw," the tail swelled, punched, and ripped free, splitting the rear seam of your pants and snaking along the bed, pushing the soft sheets back as it grew to full length and a tassel of black bloomed at the end.(Set: $Tail to true)] Sensations from your tail pelted your brain, the limb twitching as if it needed attention. Faye dutifully petted the length of it lovingly, muddying any focus you still had. Faye took hold of your chin and held your gaze to hers. "You know what you are, don't you?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[["I'm a human."]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14 and <= 17)[["I'm a dhawnkey"]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[["Haw, haw, hee-haw."|"Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Fayebray to true) (Goto: "Endings")

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom You barely manage to affirm your humanity between rugged brays, ears swishing and tail twitching. Faye reaches up and softly strokes the back of your head, "You don't sound so sure of yourself, my new jack. What was it you said?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 5)[["I'm a human."|Human Again]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 6 and <= 9)[["I'm a humhawn."]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 10 and <= 14)[["Haw, I'm hawman."]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[["Haw, hee, humhaw, human, haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom The admition of what you are released an overwhelming wave of pleasure, knocking you to your knees and then rocking you forward to your hands. On all fours, like a proper donkey should be. "Hee, hee-haw," you brayed in joy as the thought lanced your focus, shattering more of your dwindling coherent thoughts. Your knees pushed from the ground and your head tilted up. Fingers and toes went numb as the more and more of your body moved on instinct rather than any intelligent thought. Faye stroked up your side and patted between your ears. You push up against her ministrations, hands clenching tightly as you briefly lift them from the ground. "Well, my new jack, ready to become proper?" [["Hee-haw, haw, haw, hee-haw"|"Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

You have failed to escape the farm. Your body convulses rapidly as you unleash a torrent of brays. You flop forward, dropping to your hands and knees, continuing to bray enthusiastically. Each asinine uterance was like a sledgehammer against what little of your human mind remained. Each bit of you that cracked and shattered sent a ripple of energy through your body, pulling you from your knees into a proper stance on all fours. Where a proper jack like you belonged. (If: $Ears is false)[With a powerful, long bray, your ears twitched and stretched, springing up from the side of your head like unfurling umbrellas. They swished pleasantly as you wobbled a bit, a dull smile on your face as you took in another deep breath. ](If: $Tail is false)[Prickles and pops rippled down your back as you brayed, your spine shifting and stretching bit by bit. You arced your back in instinctive anticipation as the wave of pleasure reached the base of your spine and pushed out into a small lump that continued to stretch. The realization you were growing a tail was not lost on you, but why that wasn't a positive development slipped away amidst a sea of dumb, happy brays. Your ears swiveled at the sound of splitting seams and a gratifying warmth filled your head as your tail pushed free of your pants, swishing up behind you before dropping down, saying back and forth proudly. ]Faye knealt beside you, hands stroking up your tall donkey ears, a warm smile on her face, "Look at this proud jack, all ready to become proper." You loved being called a proud jack, and desired nothing more than being proper. "Hee, hee-haw," your thoughts skipped as euphoric pressure washed over your shifting body. Your owner pet your head between your ears as you shivered and started swelling. Your shirt pulled tight across your chest and sides as the waistband of your strained against your expanding hips. A proper jack was big and strong. "Hee-haw, haw, haw, hee-haw," the thought filled you with giddy brays, your neck and face stretching out as your fingers curled into fists and the toe-cap of your sneakers split open to reaveal shiny black keratin. Each shift released another burst of pride, even as your clothes split and fell away from your expanding form. Your owner stroked over your muzzle before moving down your body, pulling away the clinging garments, freeing you from them. You brayed thankfully as she slid your lead around your neck and led you from the room. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. By the time you were moving across the property to the barn, any sense of your former self had melted away beneath the happy brays of a proud, proper jack. Ending 18: Quality Time, Quality Ass(Set: $End18 to true)

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(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Overgraze to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You bray hungrily as you slump to your knees and flop forward to your hands. Greenery has never looked so enticing to you, your stomach rumbling as your eyes glaze over.(If: $Ears is true)[ Your ears flick with anticipation.] "Hee, hee-haw," you bray in delight as you lean in, taking a huge bite of the thick leaves. The wonderful taste dances over your tongue and your body shivers happily. (If: $Ears is false)[The giddy warmth percolates through your head, pushing up into your ears. You continue to chew, each bite adding length to your ears, stretching them a bit each second until they are standing tall above your head, the proud ears of a donkey.(Set: $Ears to true) ]You swallow the bite, the overwhelming need to graze waning for a moment. You struggle, but any resistance evaporates as your gaze falls once again on the delicious shrubbery. By the time you were yanking another clump of green from the bush, thoughts of anything other than gorging yourself were gone. Ripples of pleasure move down your body with each chew of the crispy leaves.(If: $Tail is false)[ The ripples collect at the base of your spine, swirling about in a tingling whirlpool before pushing out, causing you to rock back as a nub grew from the base of your spine. You brayed lazily through a full mouth as the appendage grew, swelling out and pressing against the seat of your pants. Your hips rolled back as it strained the rear seams of your cargo pants, twitching and pushing against them with increasing force. With a final burst of flavor from your meal, the tail sprang free, wiggling in the air proudly before flopping behind you.(Set: $Tail to true)] Your ears bounced and your tail swayed as you finally swollowed the food, head already lowering for another, your hands curling into fists and your heels pushing up from the ground as you did. The trance waned just enough for the realization that you were about to complete your transformation into a jack. Leaves crunched between your teeth. A proper jack. The flavors filled your mouth once again. You wanted to be a proper jack. You brayed as your muscles tensed and your body swelled. Your fingers pulled into each other, keratin covering them as they solidified into hooves. The laces on your sneakers snapped one by one as your ankles rotated, climaxing with the toe caps splitting open to allow your hind hooves to spill out. You pushed up on your hooves, then leaned down for another bite. Your face stretched out into a muzzle as you did, filling you with delight at the prospect of being able to take larger bites from the bushes. As you snapped off a muzzle-full, your shirt split down the back, giving way to broadening shoulders to reveal rough fur covering your body. All you were concerned with was the delcious greens before you. Your pants split down the sides, freeing you completely from the trappings of humanity. Soft hands stroked between your ears and down your lengthening neck, the scent of your owner filling your nostrils, a pleasant pairing with the scent of your meal. You brayed a weak protestation as your lead was slipped around your neck. The buffet was at an end, and with a soft tug, you followed your owner back to the barn, eager to once again see the rest of your herd. Ending 9: Graze Gone Bye(Set: $End9 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Study(Set: $Braymenu to false) You read the words from the book.(Set: $Donkeybrain to it - 3) (Set: $Casttime to 5)(Set: $Bookint to it +1) (Live: 2s)[(Set: $Casttime to it -1) (If: $Casttime <= 4)[Asnus] (If: $Casttime <= 3)[Fau] (If: $Casttime <= 2)[Ruvr] (If: $Casttime <= 1)[Retru] (If: $Casttime <= 0)[(If: $Donkeybrain >= 1)[You finish casting the spell, waiting in silence for a few seconds as an odd warmth ripples through you. Your body goes rigid as something tugs at your head. Not your head exactly, but your mind. Worry fills you as things get pulled up and away, removed from your head. You slowly realize what's being removed; thoughts of farmlands and fields, hooves and hee-haws. It's the donkey bits that are getting removed from you, not your humanity. As the final bit tugs away, you slump to the ground, out of energy but releived. [[Recover from Spellcasting|Go to the Study]]](If: $Donkeybrain <= 0)[You finish casting the spell, waiting in silence for a few seconds as an odd warmth ripples through you. Your body goes rigid as something tugs at your head. There's a moment of stillness before a second tug, and then a strange wiggling, as though something is moving aroud inside your head. There's a shiver before the force returns, a sharp yank that throws you off balance dizzily. You feel a growing fog as the pull gains strength, thoughts tumbling slowly as you wobble from side to side. With a final sharp pull, your mind empties and you slump to the ground on your knees. [[...|EmptyHead]]]]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Emptyhead to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You sit in silence in the study for a time, unaware of how long it could be; the concept of time is distant, hazy. What's left of your focus pricks when the door opens and Faye walks in. You hear her giggle a bit as she walks up to you, "Well, well, has my new jack gotten himself into something he shouldn't have?" Her words pass through you without understanding, but also without causing worry. They just were. "Don't you worry," she said, picking up the spellbook, "I'll get you fixed up and proper in no time." Your mouth moves limply in a vague attempt at a response, but nothing of substance comes out. As she finished reading a few words, the sensation rippled back into your head, swirling around quickly, but this time planting instead of removing. Focus returned, thoughts and sensations connecting to form thoughts. Farm Donkey Proper jack. You were a proper jack. "Haw," you brayed, finally able to vocalize your thanks to Faye for finding you. "Don't thank me yet, my new jack," she smiled, her ears twitching, "we got a bit more to fix, yet." You sat on your knees, hands on your thighs, waiting patiently as Faye read from the book again.(If: $Tail is true)[ Your tail swished across the floor as the energy returned.] (If: $Ears is false)[You giggle-brayed as something tugged at your ears, latching on to them and pulling up, up, up. Your back straightened as they stretched, growing up into proper donkey ears. Fur grew over them, from base to pointed tips. The weight of the proud ears was immediately familiar, a sensation you knew intimately.(Set: $Ears to true) ](If: $Tail is false)[You arced your back as magic swirled down your spine. You leaned your head back and let out a proud bray. The energy pushed out, swelling into a nub that quickly grew against the seat of your pants. Each bit of tail added on by the spell felt perfectly proper. Your ears twitched as it strained the stitching in the seat of your pants, "Hee-haw," you brayed, flexing muscles and curling your tail forcefully against your pants, splitting the fabric and allowing it to burst free behind you.(Set: $Tail to true) ]The magic bunched between your shoulders and pushed, knocking you forward to your hands and knees. It snatched your hips and pulled them back, lifting you to hand and feet. You shifted your weight, spreading your arms and legs into a more natural, stable stance. Faye's fingers lifted your chin so your gaze met hers. With a loving smile she raised her hand, spoke a couple more words, and poked your forehead. Energy rushed through you, eliciting a joyful response. "Hee-haw, haw, hee-haw," you brayed repeatedly as your body swelled. Your fingers squished into each other, then curled back as black keratin covered them. Your ankles pushed up and shifted, splitting your shoes down the sides, the worn material bursting at the toe caps as your feet were transformed the same as your hands. The familiar sound of your hooves clomping on wood made you feel comfortable. Proper. Proper jack. "Hee-haw," you brayed proudly, your shirt splitting along the sides and back as you continued to grow into a strong donkey. Your pants split at the thighs, exposing strong hindquarters built for pulling heavy carts. Your owner pet your mane softly before moving down your body, pulling away the destroyed garments as your neck and face stretched out. You brayed happily as you were freed of the foreign things. You looked at your owner as she pulled your lead from the pocket of her overalls. You leaned in as she slipped it around your neck. She gave a couple tugs to get you moving towards the door. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. Shortly, you were walking into your stall, happy to be back with your herd in the barn you'd lived in as far as you could remember. Ending 16: Over-Hawled(Set: $End16 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)You inhale again, straightening your back as you fill your lungs once more. It was even more relaxing than before, washing away all concerns; there was just here with Faye, where you were safe and cared for. (If: $Tail is false)[A tickle ripples down your back as you lilt from side to side. It gains force as it moves, causing you to arc your back and rise slightly from the ground, still balanced on your shins. It reaches the base of your spine and pushes out into a nub that quickly extends against the seat of your pants. It continued to grow, straining the rear seam. Your ears bounced with each splitting thread until the material gave up completely, allowing your new tail to spring free from your backside. You tensed slightly as it slid along the wooden floor and grew to full length, a tassel-tip bursting into existance at the end.(Set: $Tail to true) ]You rock back and forth softly, tail swishing lazily behind you, as Faye reached down to stroke between your ear. The pressure builds in your lungs once more and you dutifully release it. "Hee, hee-haw." "Almost proper, my new jack, just one more deep breath should do it." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Focus and Run|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[[Take One More Deep Breath]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Inhaleass to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You straighten your back and inhale deeply, filling your lungs with the entrancing scent. Your fingers curl and your feet cramp. Your pants feel tight at the hips and your shirt stretches across your back. None of that mattered compared to the promise from Faye that you were about to become proper. Your tail swished at the thought. Pressure reached a peak as you could inhale no more. It was time to become proper. "Haw," you dropped forward, fists slamming into the wooden floor. "Hee, hee-haw," you brayed, knees pushing from the ground as the sides of your sneakers snapped apart. "Haaaaaaw," your fingers merged into each other as a thick coat of keratin flowed over them, pulling in and snapping into a pair of shiny black hooves. Your sneakers split completely in half, allowing your hind hooves to push out onto the wooden floor. Your ears flicked at the comforting clomping sounds; it felt good and proper when your hooves made that sound. Your arms and legs stretched, splitting your shirt at the shoulder and your pants at the knee and along the thigh. "Haw, hee, hee-haw," the sensation of swelling muscle and expanding bone filled you with confidence and pride. It was proper to be a big, strong jack, and each snapped thread and split seam was an indication of how bigger and stronger you were becoming, even as your understanding of the garments dwindled with each bray. Faye stroked your mane as your neck expanded, each soft pet drawing out a lazy bray and a bit more mass. Your jaw popped and your face pushed out, growing into a muzzle, which your owner lovingly scratched before looping your lead around your neck. With a soft tug, you followed her out of the room and towards the stairs. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. Despite the dwindling scent of your owner, the smells of the farm were enough to keep you enthralled; the fields of grain, the hay in the barn, and the welcoming scent of other donkeys was all you needed to be happy. Ending 19: Scent to the Barn(Set: $End19 to true)

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)The bray that eeks out when you respond sends a relaxing ripple through you, allowing Faye to slowly pet down your back to the base of your tail. "You sound a little unsure, my new jack," her hand trails down your tail, causing it to twitch, tickling your thoughts. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 8)[[Focus and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 8)[[Struggle to Focus]]

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Even the few brays that slip free as you speak are enough to blur your focus. Your ears twitch as you lean forward slightly. Faye stroked the back of your head warmly, "I didn't quite catch that, would you bray it again for me?" "Haw," you respond, the brain fog getting thicker. "Such a strong bray, my new jack. How about a few more to help you get good and proper?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Focus and Run For It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[["Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom You assert yourself again, managing to push away from her and get to your feet. She opens her mouth to entice you again, but you turn and make a break for it. [[Run From Faye|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom The disruptive brays tumbled free as you tried to speak, feeling so natural and gratifying you struggled to stay focused on what you'd even been trying to say. Faye rubs the back of your head, "Such powerful brays my new jack has." Pride swelled, "Hee-haw." You leaned forward, shivering with joy at your owner's compliments. "How about one more big, powerful bray to make everything good and proper?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Regain Focus and Run for it|Edge of the Farm]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[["Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)You slump from the bed, dropping to your knees,(If: $Ears is true)[ears drooping lazily as] thoughts of fields and barns fluttering through your head. Faye leaned down, softly scratching between your ears, "How about now, my new jack? Feeling a bit more proper now?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 14)[[Focus and Run|Edge of the Farm]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[["Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Properbray to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Your body shivers with pride as you release a powerful bray. You slump forward to your hands, pressure welling up in your chest. "Hee, hee-haw." (If: $Ears is false)[Your ears prick up into points. A tickling sensation washes over them as they stretch up along the sides of your head. You were getting proper donkey ears. You bray with elation, causing them to push up faster. Rewarded for your asinine outburst, you bray again, and again and again, until you're out of breath and have tall donkey ears on either side of your head.(Set: $Ears to true) ]Braying felt wonderful, waves of joy that washed away anything other than becoming a proper jack for Faye. A soft scratch under you chin tickled the pressure free once more. "Haw, haw, hee-haw." (If: $Tail is false)[Your hips buck back as a lump pushes out from the base of your spine. With another bray, it grew longer, pulling your knees from the ground. Your tail squirmed, and pushed, curling againt the seat of your pants. You brayed loudly and arced your back, straining the rear seam of your cargo pants. You pushed up to your hands and toes, body shaking with excitement as your tail started snapping the stitching of your pants. With a final bray and flex of your back, the tail sprang free, splitting the seat of your pants. It swished behind you and flopped to the ground as you slumped back to hands and knees.(Set: $Tail to true) ]You let out raspy brays as you tried to regain your breath, exhaused and hazy from so much braying. Faye scratched your chin with one hand and stroked your ear with the other, holding your lazy gaze, "Almost there, my new jack, time to get you good and proper." Your tail swished, "Haw," your ears twitched, "hee-haw, haw," energy prickled along your body as muscles tensed, "Haw, haw, hee-haw, hee, hee-haw, haw." Your body rocked with each bray, knees rising from the ground as you pushed up to hands and feet, then finally pushing up to your toes. With another bray, your fingers curled into fists and your shoes became snug against cramping feet. You let out a proud giggle-bray. You were becoming proper. "Hee-haw," the waistband of your pants pulled tight against your hips. You rocked forward with anothe bray, fingers squishing into each other, bones merging as black keratin grew around the reshaping mass. Your shoes split down the sides as your ankle pushed up, followed by the toe cap snapping as shiny black hooves pushed out. Proper hooves. "Haw, haw, hee, hee-haw," the waistband of your pants split down the back. With another bray, the collar of your shirt ripped down your withers. Faye stood up, still holding your gaze as she stroked your mane lovingly. "Almost there, my new jack. Soon you'll be all proper." Your owner's words drew several more brays from you, your neck stretching as your jaw swelled. As you became fully asinine, your owner slipped a lead around your neck and tugged the remnants of your clothing from your body. She gave the rope a soft tug and clicked her tongue, guiding you from the room. Donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse, after all. You continued to bray enthusiastically, each one making your head feel lighter and your body more natural. By the time you were in the barn, meeting the other donkeys, there was nothing left but a proud jack. Ending 20: Proudly Proper(Set: $End20 to true)

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Faye coos playfully and squeezes the back of your neck softly, Sending a shiver down your spine and drawing a giggle-bray from your lips. Maybe being a donkey wouldn't be so bad if you were pampered like this? The thought made your fingers curl into fists as a warmth filled your body, relaxing you ever more.(If: $Tail is false)[ The warmth gathers along your spine, trickling down into a pool just above your butt. Your ears swish as bones crack and push out, gaining length steadily. The realization you were growing a tail pierced the fog and roused your concern, but that was dulled by thoughts of Faye petting and brushing it. You struggled to maintain focus, but the visions of tail care sparked further growth, your tail filling the seat of your pants and straining the stitching. Faye pinched the back of your neck, causing you to arch your back and flex muscles you didn't have moments before. The tail curled and pushed, splitting the back of your pants and spreading across the bed.(Set: $Tail to true)] Faye's hand trailed down your back, "That's it, my new jack, relax and enjoy. A handsome jack like you deserves to be treated properly." Her hand reached your tail, stroking down the length of it. Being a proper donkey sounded wonderful. "Hee-haw," you leaned forward slightly, fingers clenched into fists, numbness spreading through them. Your ankles twitched anxiously as warmth prickled across your body, tugging at you, guiding you with increasing strength. Faye stroked the inside of one of your ears, humming softly as she doted on you. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[[Focus and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] [[Relax and Enjoy Faye's Affections|Enjoy Faye's Affections]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +3)The bray had felt so good, so relaxing, so natural, your heart raced at the idea of braying more. Faye continued to stroke your ear as she giggled softly, "Oh, my new jack, you don't need permission from me. Do what comes naturally, expecially if it feels good." It felt great. "Haw," the bray tumbled free, vocal control fading quickly. Not that it bothered you, accidental brays felt just as good, if not better, than the ones you did on purpose. Speaking of, "Hee-haw," you pushed the bray free, energy rippling down your body, "Haw, haw," you rocked, "hee, hee-haw." Your body tensed, back straightening. You instinctively grabbed the bed as the building energy lanced down your spine(If: $Tail is false)[, bursting out into a lump that quickly gained mass. Each bray pushed more energy into it, adding length to it. The sensation only encouraged you to bray more forcefully, something about growing a tail making you feel better, more proper. It was good to be proper. Your ears twitched as the rear seam of your cargo pants split apart, allowing the growing tail freedom, inch by inch. With one final, powerful bray, the stitching gave way, allowing your tail to burst free, sliding along the bed as it grew to full length(Set: $Tail to true)]. The energy rippled down your tail, causing it to sway proudly back and forth. A proper donkey tail. Faye's hand moved from your ear down to your tail, stroking along it, causing the end to curl softly against her touch, "Such a handsome tail my jack has. Now, are you good and ready to become proper?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Focus and Run for it|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12 and <= 18)[[Bray More]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 19)[["Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom Your answer was rewarded with a deep rub at your neck, sending waves of warm comfort through your already relaxed body. "Of course you do, my new jack," she squeezed your neck, sending a ripple down your spine, "a handsome tail to show off to the jennies," another ripple cascaded down, "to swish and sway playfully," and another, "and of course, something I'll be most happy to brush and pet every day." Your back arced as an even more powerful ripple punched down your back, "Hee, hee-haw." Your ears swiveled and twitched at the thought of having a tail. It was suddenly all you'd ever wanted. A handsome donkey's tail, hanging from your backside, swishing lazily back and forth behind you. "Haw." You dimly noticed the waistband of your pants pulling tight against your hips, then felt the sensation the seat of your pants rubbing against something, a steadily expanding lump at the base of your spine. You tensed a few times as it started twitching back and forth, curling slowly in the cramped space. Your ears perked up as realization hit you. It was a tail, you were growing a tail. "Haw." A handsome, proper tail. "Haw, haw, hee-haw, hee-haw," you brayed in excitement, each asinine shout adding length to the growing appendage, which in turn increased the percolating joy you felt growing your tail. You arced your back as the tail strained the rear seam of your cargo pants, slowly splitting threads as it gained mass. Just a bit more. It needed to be free.(Set: $Tail to true) "Hee, hee, hee-haw," you bellowed, the back of your pants bursting open to allow your tail to squirm free, sliding back along the bed. You slumped a bit, then tensed as Faye's tender hands stroked the length of it. The wonderful energy coursing through you pushed you forward, fingers tensing and ankles rising up, pushing you towards...something, something important. Something proper. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Focus and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Enjoy Faye's Affections]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[[Become Proper|"Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)Before you can even consider an answer, the pressure bursts forth once more. "Haw, hee-haw, hee-haw." Each bray sends your focus tumbling, making it harder to focus on anything other than braying like a proud ass and enjoying (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[Faye's](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[your owner's] affections. "Hee-haw." You shiver with giddy delight, fingers tensing and flexing, curling into stiff fists. You can't help but lean forward slightly, a strange desire to drop to all fours rippling through your muddled head. Haw, hee-haw." You nearly stumble to the ground, barely able to hold yourself back from being drawn completely into the asinine embrace. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Bray More]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[["Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

Location: Farmhouse Bedroom (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)You sigh-bray and relax as (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[Faye](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[your owner] dotted on you, stroking the length of your tail, petting your ears, and softly rubbing your neck and back. It was heavenly, and each passing second pulled you deeper and deeper into a bliss where you could think of little else but being cared for by such a lovely (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[young lady](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[jenny]. "Haw," you brayed dumbly, leaning forward a bit more, limbs twitching anxiously as you moved towards...something...proper. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Focus and Run For It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Stay Put|Enjoy Faye's Affections]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[[Become Proper|"Haw, haw, hee-haw"]]

You Were Changed By the Farm... You pull from the rough dirt road onto smooth pavement, headed in the direction of your broken down car, your thoughts still on the things you'd just escaped from. The wavy fields The cozy barn The other donkeys. "Haw," you grunted, shaking your head in an effort to focus(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears swishing as you do]. It was hard to pay attention, the normally passive act of driving feeling surprisingly complicated. Your hands felt like they were holding the wheel wrong, your feet felt clumsy against the petals(If: $Tail is true)[, and your tail was cramped up against the seat]. Everything felt wrong. You flex and grunt-bray as you pull over to the side of the road. You needed to get out of this cramped truck. You needed to stretch your legs, to feel the wind in your mane and the feel of soil beneath your hooves. "Hee, hee-haw." You stumbled clumsily from the vehicle, flopping to your knees, body convulsing as a familiar energy prickled through you. It brought unbidden thoughts to the foreground of your mind; of the farm, of the barn, of the other donkeys. Donkeys belong on the farm. "Haw." (If: $Ears is false)[Your ears wiggle and twitch, stretching with each shiver of muscle, growing into points and then extending up and away from your head. It was a surprisingly comforting sensation, like something was settling into the place it was supposed to be. Its proper place. You gasped as the ears snapped fully into the tall ears of a donkey, swishing lazily above your head.(Set: $Ears to true) ]Needed to be proper. "Hee-haw." (If: $Tail is false)[You hunched forward as the increasingly energetic sensations focused at the base of your spine. It condensed into a small nub, then pushed out, growin longer and thicker, quickly curling in on itself and bunching against the seat of your pants. Each inch the appendage gained only increased how good it felt to be growing a tail. A shock of energy shot up your body and you brayed loudly, the tail responding by splitting the rear seam of your cargo pants and growing out behind you.(Set: $Tail to true) ]A proper donkey. "Haw, haw, hee-haw." You were a proper donkey. You dropped forward, numb fists hitting the pavement. Your hips pushed back, knees rising from the ground and lifting you to hands and feet. Proper donkeys like you belonged on the farm. "Hee-haw." You brayed in excitement as changes assaulted your body. Your fingers merged as black keratin covered them. Your sneakers split along the sides as your ankles pushed back. With a series of clicks and snaps, you stood on four shiny hooves. Your ears twitched as the sound of splitting fabric filled the air, your asinine form growing too big for the trappings of humanity. You continued to bray, elation building at the sensation of growing big and strong. A powerful, proper jack. Soft fingers teased your ears, drawing your gaze up to your owner. The sight of her released a burst of joy, your tail swishing as your neck and face swelled with muscle and bone. "Well well, look how far my new jack wandered from the farm. Don't worry though," she pulled a loop of rope from her pocket and slid it around your neck, "we'll have you back to your stall in no time." You brayed happily and followed her, strange hunks of metal forgotten as you walked the familiar path home to the farm, where donkeys like you belong. Escape 1: Too Far Gone(Set: $Esc1 to true)

Final Stats: Asinine Influence: (If: $Donkeybrain = 0)[None, you remain fully human in mind and spirit](If: $Donkeybrain >= 1 and <= 8)[Minor, a soft bray slips free at times and you have a strange desire for carrots and sugar cubes](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 12)[Some, you bray loudly when you get angry and sometimes feel unsteady on two legs](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <= 16)[Moderate, brays have replaced words you used to know, you lose control at the promise of carrots and apples, and your idle thoughts drift to fields and jennies](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17 and <= 19)[Severe, you bray more often than you speak, unable to recall any but the simplest of words, you regularly drop to all fours as walking on twos is a constant struggle, and you often think of someday finding the right jenny to share a stall with](If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[Complete, Regardless of any outwards appearances, your mind has completely succumbed. You bray constantly, your prior vocabulary lost to you. You desire only to return to the farm, the fragrant fields, the cozy stall, and the cute jennies. Any remaining human part of you feels foreign and wrong, a denial of the ass you are supposed to be.] Physical Form: (If: $Ears is true)[(If: $Donkeybrain = 0)[A pair of donkey ears stand out at from either side of your head. They're cumbersome and unnatural, weighing you down and constantly reminding you of the horrors of the farm.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 1 and <= 8)[A pair of donkey ears stand out at eiher side of your head. The pivot towards sounds and bounce when you're in a good mood. Despite feeling unnatural, they don't exactly feel wrong.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 12)[A pair of donkey ears stand proudly above your head. Though you are occasionally surprised when they move, they mostly feel natural to the point you forget about them throughout the day](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <= 16)[You're the proud owner of a pair of handsome donkey ears. They swivel and pivot naturally or on command, and you routinely forget you're not supposed to have them.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17 and <= 19)[You're the proud owner of a pair of handsome donkey ears. You can control them effortlessly, making them pivot and swish playfully. You can barely remember not having them, and the thought of not having them saddens you deeply.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[You're the proud owner of a pair of handsome donkey ears, and always have been. You can easily recall people complimenting how tall and fuzzy they were, even when you were a foal, and now that you're a full grown jack, you make every effort to show them off.]] (If: $Tail is true)[(If: $Donkeybrain = 0)[A limp donkey tail hangs from your backside, an uncomfortable weight portraying how much of your humanity you've lost.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 1 and <= 8)[A donkey tail hangs from your backside, absently twitching from time to time. Despite being able to feel through it, you can't really control it in any way.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 9 and <= 12)[Your donkey tail bobs back and forth as you walk and helping you balance when you turn. You do occasionally find yourself thinking how handsome it is and what it might look like with a decoration of some kind.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 13 and <=16)[Your tail sways energetically behind you, a flag showing off to anyone who would care to notice. It becomes especially active whenever there are cute jennies around.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17 and <= 19)[Your tail swishes and sways playfully. You can barely recall not having one, memories of being a young foal in school cloudy whenever you try to picture yourself without.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 20)[You're tail is a core part of your being, an energetic appendage you've taken pride in ever since a jenny complimented it when you were younger. It made a jack like you giddy to know how handsome his tail was, and that only made it dance with even more enthusiasm.]]

Location: The Barn(Set: $Braymenu to false) As you walk between the farmhouse and barn, tail swishing playfully behind you, Faye's voice draws your attention. "My, what a skillfully energetic tail my new jack has." You freeze, tail aloft behind you, cheeks flush with heat. Your instinct was to run from Faye, knowing what would happen if you let her get too close. On the other hand, you'd worked so hard to learn to control your tail, and showing off for Faye was strangely appealing to you. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 18)[[Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Show Faye What You've Learned]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[[Proudly Show Off for Your Owner|Show Faye What You've Learned]]

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)Location: The Barn You bray (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[nervously](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[enthusiastically] as you turn so (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[Faye](If: $Donkeybrain >= 18)[your owner] has a clear view of your donkey tail. She smiles invitingly as you give it a little twitch, then a swish, then a more enthusiastic snap. Faye gives a soft clap as you give more effort to the motions, filling you with pride and only adding confidence to your wagging and wiggling. You got so into it you knock yourself off balance, stumbling and nearly falling over. Your owner caught you, meeting your gaze as she chuckled playfully, "Careful, my new jack. Perhaps it'd be easier to show off if you weren't also showing off your balance." Her words wiggled through your head, your body shivering as muddled thoughts struggled to connect. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 19)[[Refocus and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Get on All Fours to Balance Better]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[[Donkeys Belong On All Fours]]

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)Location: The Barn You nod lazily, your owner releasing you as you slumped to the ground, dropping first to your knees, then forward to your hands. A shiver rippled through you, a tickle of delight that affirmed your decision. "There, isn't that much better, my new jack?" "Hee," you pushed your butt up, lifting your knees from the ground, "hee-haw." You swished your tail about, delighted at how much easier it was to control now that you were comfortably on all fours. Each movement sent shivers up your spine that prickled your brain, adding to the sense of pride you had in how good you were at having a tail. Your owner's continued encouragement only made you want to keep showing off for her. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Resist Showing Off and Run|Edge of the Farm]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[(link-reveal: "Resist Showing Off and Run")[ You grunt, pulling your focus back and resisting further asinine behavior. Then your tail twitches. Before you can respond, it swishes, then wags, then slaps your side. You focus on the muscles you've trained, but you can't seem to stop it. Your tail continues to dance for Faye, the farm girl clapping in support. Worse, despite your renewed focus, the sense of pride continues to build, threatening to pull you back into the asinine haze. [[Show Off Uncontrollably]]]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14)[[Give it Your All]]

Location: The Barn The thought released a burst of energy that knocked you forward, hands balling into tight fists as they hit the ground. Your heels pushed up, lifting you to hands and toes. You widened your stance, swishing your tail and raising your head. "Hee, hee-haw." Your ears flicked and your tail swished. Energy rippled through you, body wobbling back and forth as tension build in your body. You wanted to bound and prance and stomp and spin and bray and... Soft petting between your ears drew your focus up to your owner's gaze. "Time to become a proper performer, my new jack." [[Promptly Perform Properly]]

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)Location: The Barn You grunt-bray as your tail sways like a flag in the wind. Your hips start rocking back and forth as well, giddy energy washing through you. Muscles tensed and pressure built, your head tilting up slowly. You clenched your jaw and struggled to resist, but your gaze met Faye's, her proud smile filling your vision. Your tail lashed and your jaw relaxed, "Hee, hee-haw." The bray muddled your thoughts slightly. Why had you been resisting braying and showing off for your owner? ...owner? You struggled again to pull back, but it was a losing battle. You could feel your body tensing against your clothes, the donkey within you pushing out, struggling to break free. Similarly, the asinine thoughts poked at your mind, encouraging you to act like a complete ass; bray, show of, be a proud jack. You shivered and did your best to hold back the flood. Then soft fingers stroked between your ears, guiding your gaze back up to Faye. She smiled down at you, her cute ears twitching playfully. You'd do anything for a jenny like her. She scratches the back of your head and nods, "Become proper." [[Become Proper]]

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)Location: The Barn You brace yourself on hands and toes, wiggling a bit before you tilt your head up, "Hee-haw." You swish your tail and flick your ears as a dizzying rush of pride filled you. You bounced from side to side, fingers going numb as your muscles tensed. Showing off, braying and prancing about felt so good, and the desire to keep doing it percolated through your dazed head. (If: $Donkeybrain <= 17)[[Focus and Run For It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 14 and <= 16)[[Show Must Go On|Give it Your All]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17 and <= 18)[[Shaw Must Go Hawn|Give it Your All]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 19)[[Time for the Finale|Promptly Perform Properly]]

(Set: $Braymenu to false) (Set: $Tailshow to true) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. The word proper made your ears perk up and your tail swish as a rush of simple joy washed through you. The donkey was gaining strength, an unbridled bundle of simple desires and actions. Prance Wag Bray "Haw," the sound slipped free, releasing another wave of simple joy. You could feel your body growing, muscles pushing out against your clothes. The donkey pulled at your focus, pushing asinine desires with increasing strength. And it felt amazing. Despite your horror at being transformed, the moment to moment sensations were euphoric. The laces on your sneakers snapped as your ankles rotated. Your fingers pushed together as black keratin grew over them. Your feet pushed forward, splitting your shoes completely and allowing your hooves to break free. You looked down to watch as the mass of black material snapped into a polished, round hoof. Proper hooves for a proper jack. "Hee, hee-haw," The loud bray jumbled your focus. Of course you had proper hooves. Why wouldn't a proud jack like you have shiny, healthy hooves? Your shirt strained around your sides and your pants pinched against swelling legs. You were able to regain focus, but couldn't stop your tail from continuing its energetic display. The donkey nibbled at your mind, tugging bits of you away and consuming them like so much ripe grass. Even that felt good, a soft release from worry and fear as more and more of you was nibbled away. Soon there'd be nothing left but the simple thoughts of a proper jack. Proper...jack. "Haw," you brayed and were rewarded with the donkey mind taking a big chunk from your focus. Your body ballooned, your shirt ripping down the back and your pants snapping apart above and below your eternally excited tail. You could do little to resist, you had no control, having been reduced to little more than a few small motes of disjointed thoughts. As the donkey continued to consume what little was left, your neck stretched and your jaw cracked. Your owner pulled away the tattered clothing that clung to your asinine body. Another nibble and you couldn't even recall the importance of those things, but were happy you'd been freed of them. You pranced a bit and swished your handsome tail, the soft nibbling snuffing out the last of your human mind, leaving only the thoughts of a proud show donkey. You didn't even need your lead to head back to your stall, being the excellent performer that you were. You brayed your greetings to the rest of your herd, then showed off by closing your stall door yourself. A proper, proud performer. Ending 25: Can't Stop the Show(Set: $End25 to true)

(Set: $Performer to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. Your body tensed as pride filled you. A proper performer. Your ears twitched to the sound of your owner clapping her hands, the rhythmic beat causing your body to move back and forth. Your tail swished and you started pawing the ground in time with the beat. Each time your fist struck the soft earth, black keratin grew across them. Your fingers pushed in to each other and your hand transitioned into a hoof. Without a pause, you started keeping time with the other hand, each heavy strike pushing it along towards being a hoof as well. You bounced your front hooves from the ground, then struck down with them and lifting your feet from the dirt. As they returned to the earth, your sneakers bulged and the laces snapped. With another leap, the shoes split along the sides, allowing your hind hooves to break free of their cloth confinement. You proudly bounced on four hooves, building to a crescendo before you braced on your front hooves and kicked back powerfully, legs lifting above your backside. Muscles swelled, your thighs straining and splitting the legs of your pants. As you brought your hindlegs down, your hips popped and rotated, splitting the waistband of your pants. Your owner clicked and clapped three times, drawing you up to balance on your rear hooves. You punched at the air with your font hooves, arms reforming as your torso expanded. Your increasing size felt amazing and powerful. Proper. "Hee-haw," you brayed with giddy joy as you dropped back down to all fours. "Haw," pressure stretched your neck and face. "Hee-haw," your brays grew deeper as your muzzle pushed out to its proper length. Your owner stroked down your neck and pulled away the destroyed garments clinging to your body, exposing a shiny coat of fur, clean and show ready. You pranced a couple circles around her before following her to the barn, ears and tail held high. You wanted your herd to see just what a performer you were. Ending 26: Enthusiastic Entertainer(Set: $End26 to true)

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +2)Location: Farmhouse Bedroom You open your mouth to ask another question, but stop as a wave of dizziness washes over you. A shiver runs up your body, pushing you to your toes as your head tilts back, "Hee-haw." You lilt, still on your toes, as Faye hops from the bed and walks towards you, hands playfully clasped behind her back. Her scent hangs heavy in the air, making it hard to regain your focus and speak or run or do anything but stand there dumbly and take it in. She tilts her head to the side, "Has my new jack lost his train of thought? Has he changed his mind about accepting my hospitality?" "Haw," you manage, only realizing after that you'd simply brayed again. You struggled to even pull the words together in your head through the thick fog, much less put them into actual speech. Faye giggled, "That's a good jack, just relax and we'll have you good a proper in no time." (If: $Donkeybrain <= 14)[A strange satisfaction rippled through you at the word 'proper'. A relaxing sensation tugged at your muscles(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears droop down], your shoulders slouch, and your knees bend.(If: $Tail is true)[ Your tail hung limply behind you, tassel nearly touching the floor.] Your head rolls limply as you try to hold on to what focus you have, even as Faye's gentle fingers scratch your chin.](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[You shiver in anticipation at the sound of your owner promising you'll be proper soon.(If: $Tail is true)[ Your tail swishes behind you in joy at the thought] You bray in agreement, drawing another playful giggle from the young jenny. You widened your stance, still on your toes, as your fingers curled into fists. You leaned forward slowly, anxious to drop to all fours like a proper jack. Your owner softly stroked your chin and you brayed again.] "How about a deep breath and a strong bray, my new jack?" (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Focus and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12 and <= 16)[[Breath and Bray]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 17)[[Breath and Bray|Take it All in and Let it All Out]]

(Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)Location: Farmhouse Bedroom As instructed, you tilt your head up and take in a deep breath, filling your head with (If: $Donkeybrain <= 14)[Faye's](If: $Donkeybrain >= 15)[your owner's] comforting scent. (either: "Your head fills with images of breezy fields of grain, your hooves pushing through the Spring mud as you take the occasional nibble from the amber buffet.", "Your dull thoughts drift to the barn and the rest of the herd, especially the two young jennies with stalls near your own.", "You can almost feel the sensation of a brush running down your back as your owner cares for you.", "You can hear the patter of light rain on the barn room as you relax, safe and warm, in your cozy stall with a warm blanket hanging over you.") You pause momentarily as your lungs fill, holding it just long enough for the warmth to ripple through you a few times. Unable to hold it longer, you open your mouth and release it. "Hee, hee-haw, hee-haw." (If: $Ears is true)[(If: $Tail is false)[The bray rolls down your spine, pushing out into a small nub that grows against the seat of your pants. You tense as it swells, acing your back and shifting your weight, too lost in the daze to focus on anything besides how good the sensations felt. You stumbled forward slightly as it strained the rear seam of your pants, splitting stitches as your new tail pushed its way to freedom. It swished behind you before dropping down between your legs, tassel tip just above the ground.(Set: $Tail to true)]](If: $Ears is false)[You tense and straighten as the bray echoes through the room. Your ears twitch as the asinine sound bounces against them. They stretch to points, then grow taller, pushing up through you hair and rising above your head. They swish proudly as fur washes over them, leaving you with the tall ears of a proper donkey.](If: $Ears is true)+(If: $Tail is true)[You hunch forward as you bray, lingering thoughts of fields and barns and jacks and jennies clouding your focus. Your ears flick and your tail swishes as you sink deeper into the asinine abyss. You feel ready to drop to all fours and become propeer at any moment.](Set: $Ears to true) (If: $Donkeybrain <= 16)[[Regain your Focus and Run For It|Edge of the Farm]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 18)[[Continue to Breath and Bray like a Proper Jack|Breath and Bray]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 19)[[Take it All in and Let it All Out]]

(Set: $Breathbray to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You straighten up, filling your lungs with the wonderful scent that fills the room. It dilutes your thoughts further, filling your head with a muddled mix of fields, barns, jennies, grooming, stalls, and the abundant mundane thoughts of a donkey. You were so distracted you failed to notice you were taking in far more than your lungs should hold. Your fingers curled, hands balling into fists as you spread you widened your stance, balancing on numb toes. (If: $Ears is false)[Your ears wiggle and stretch, inflating as though they were filling with your owner's wonderful scent. They widened and gained a coat of soft fuzz that tickled the sides of your head. As they reached full height, they stood up straight and stiff. (Set: $Ears to true)](If: $Tail is false)[There's a twinge at your lower back, followed by a swelling sensation as something grows against the seat of your pants. Your back twitches as the growth curls and pushes against the rear seam of your cargo pants, straining the seams as it fills the space as you continue to breath in an impossible amount of air. Your ears twitch with each seam that gives way, until one final loud snap allows your new tail to break free, swishing behind you as if showing off to the world.(Set: $Tail to true)] The waistband of your pants feels tight against your hips and your t-shirt stretches over your shoulders, but you continue to take in air. A pair of soft cracks precede the sound of your shoes splitting down the sides to reveal shifting ankles and black hooved feet. You wobbled to stay upright as your fists squeezed tightly, black keratin growing over them, spreading around each digit before snapping into shiny hooves. Proper hooves. Fur washed up your arms and legs, bones shifting and reforming as it moved. The stitching of your shirt and pants started to give out, popcorn snaps from across your expanding form. The pressure pushed up into your neck and spread through your face, the scent filling every part of your being. Your owner stroked the side of your head, "And out, my new jack." Muscles tensed and you dropped forward to four hooves, "Hee, hee-haw." The bray was powerful and honest. Your shirt split down your back, no longer able to contain the donkey within. The waistband of your pants snapped in the back and on the sides, your hips cruching out as you became a proper quadruped. You brayed again with even more force, your neck stretching and your face pushing forward into a muzzle. Your owner rubbed your neck and stroked down your back, pulling away the remaining garments that clung to your body, revealing your powerful asinine form. A lead was slipped around your neck and a soft click drew you towards the door. You relunctantly left the wonderful room, though you were a little unsure how you'd gotten there, or why. After all, donkeys weren't allowed in the farmhouse. You continued to bray in delight as your owner led you to the barn, each one releasing a little more pressure, making your thoughts lighter and your desires simpler. By the time you were led into your stall, you were nothing but a simple jack, happy to be with his herd. Ending 21: Breath and Bray it All Away(Set: $End21 to true)

You Were Changed By the Farm... The truck got you most of the way home, finally stalling out only a few blocks from your apartment. You considered calling someone, but decided to just abandon it. Fortunately, it was late at night, so there was nobody around to inquire about what you were doing.(If: $Ears is true)[ More importantly, there was nobody around to notice the tall donkey ears standing up from your head(If: $Tail is true)[, or the tail hanging out from the back of your pants].] You finally get home, out of breath and exhausted. You stumble to your room and slump into your bed, laying back and letting out a long sigh. "Haaaaaaw." You bolt up, hands to your mouth(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears tense and upright] as the sound lingered in the air. You rushed to the bathroom, flicking on the light and staring into the mirror. You stared at your reflection, watching for any further changes. Several still minutes went by, but no other asinine features presented themselves.(If: $Ears is true)[ You turned your head to the side, looking to see if the fur had spread from your ears, but they too were the same.(If: $Tail is true)[ You turned around, looking over your shoulder at your tail, swallowing nervously as you pulled your pants down, shivering as you saw where it connected neatly to the base of your spine, a surprisingly natural look despite being a donkey tail connected to a human body.]] You let out another sigh, cringing slightly as it came out bray-tinged. Hopeing it was simply stress from your otherworldy experience, you decided to go to bed; hopefully things would feel better in the morning. It was, unfortunately, not stress. As days went on, you found braying had simply become a natural part of your speech. Angry braying was certainly the most embarrassing, particularly when you got cut-off while driving about a week after your escape. Before you realized it, you had your head out your window, braying angrily at the confused driver. You noticed a few other small behavioral changes as well; greens and carrots were more appealing than before, and the thought of relaxation turned from hanging out with friends to long walks in open spaces. It was frightening at first, but the invasive thoughts never got stronger or more compelling. Eventually, they just became a natural part of who you were; a human with just a touch of donkey on the brain. (If: $Ears is true)[Less manageable were the physical changes. You spent a few painful days learning to tuck and curl your ears beneath hats and wigs, hiding them in public at the expense of being cramped by the end of the day.(If: $Tail is true)[ Your tail was easier to hide with loose clothing and longer shirts, but liked to make itself known more often, twitching about with your emotions and forcing you to adopt a rather odd sitting posture.] While looking for better ways to hide your asinine features, you wound up browsing numerous furry sites and, through them, found a rather cute jenny. That wasn't her real name, but it definitely described her. She wore a tail particularly well, and despite some initial shock and disbelief, she was rather fond of you, ears(If: $Tail is true)[, tail,] and all. So your experience on the farm wasn't all bad, and over time you came to be rather fond of your unique combination of human and ass. It was a little worrying just how natural it felt sometimes, but knowing there was no risk of changing more made it a lot more acceptable.] Escape 2: Just a Touch of Ass(Set: $Esc2 to true)

You Were Changed By the Farm... The truck makes it most of the way home, breaking down only a block or so from your apartment. You stumble the rest of the way home, exhaustion both draging you down and driving you towards your bed and a long sleep. You crash pretty hard, falling into an unnaturally deep slumber.(If: $Ears is true)[ As you sleep, your ears shrink, drawing back down into themselves. The fur vanishes and they shift back into the human ears you'd had all your life.(If: $Tail is true)[ Your tail, too, withers away, dwindling until there is no indication you'd ever had one.]] Your dreams are rapid, flickering through visions of the farm, the fields, the barn, Faye, her donkeys, and your experiences there. As they sprang to mind, they just as quickly faded away, lost to you as the experience drained from your mind, leaving you to wake with no memory of how you'd gotten from your broken down car back to your warm bed. Things got more confusing from there; within a few days, police had some questions for you, not just about how you got home, but also in relation to another disappearance. A young woman named Sarah had reportedly gone missing in the area around where your car had been left, and her truck was found only a couple blocks from your apartment, leaving you as the only link between the two locations. Despite multiple hours of questioning and searches of your apartment, no evidence connecting you to her was ever found. The oddest part was that, when you saw a picture of her taken a couple days before she vanished, you felt pangs of familiarity. Something about the photo of a young woman in a colorful tank top and cutoff jeans stood out to you, but you drew nothing but blank space when trying to figure it out. With no evidence linking you to the case, the investigation stalled and went cold, finally allowing you to return to a normal life, though you never shook the odd feeling the incident created. You forever felt weirdly uncomfortable when you thought about that stretch of empty farmland, what happened to Sarah, and what might have happened to you. Escape 3: Clean and Clear(Set: $Esc3 to true)

You Were Changed By the Farm... You were about an hour into the drive home when you realized there was a problem(If: $Ears is true)[, in addition to the tall donkey ears on your head(If: $Tail is true)[ and the tassel-tipped tail crushed in the seat beneath you]]. It started with a wave of anxiety, the truck feeling cramped, too small a space for you to be in. Then a ripple of confusion, the lights and gauges on the dashboard becoming a perplexing mix of colors and movement. You pulled over to clear your thoughts, stepping out of the truck and leaning back against it. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with fresh, hay-scented air. "Hee, hee-haw." You shuddered and slumped forward(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears hanging limply on either side of your head]. Despite being painfully aware of the powerful donkey bray that had just come from your mouth, freeing it eased the anxiety you'd been feeling. You released another sigh-bray, relaxing further as your focus shifted to the soft breeze and warm sunlight, perfect weather for grazing peacefully with your herd. (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears perked up(If: $Tail is true)[ and your tail swished]. ]You straightened up, asinine throughts lingering softly on the periphery of your mind. You'd hoped escaping the farm would somehow fix your changes, like maybe once you got outside Faye's effective range or something you'd just revert to your old self. Now you felt silly; silly for thinking it would be that easy, silly for thinking you could escape her influence(If: $Ears is true)[, silly for wanting to get rid of such handsome ears(If: $Tail is true)[, silly for not wanting a proud tail]], and silly for wanting to be anything but a proud jack. "Haw," you slumped against the truck again, "Haw, hee-haw." It felt so good to let your thoughts drift and bray with abandon. Even if you could get back to civilization, what then? How long until you have a braying fit in front of someone?(If: $Ears is true)[ How could you keep your ears(If: $Tail is true)[, or your tail,] from being discovered?] You'd wind up in a lab or something, locked away and never allowed to gallop through the fields again. "Hee-haw." You took a few deep breaths, allowing the soft brays to leak out whenever they bubbled up. It was futile to try to stifle them, they were a part of you now(If: $Ears is true)[, as were the donkey features hanging from your body]. You slowly got back in the truck, still unsure of where you were going or what you would do, but hoping you'd at least find some peace of mind. Escape 4: Half-Assed Escape(Set: $Esc4 to true)

You Were Changed By the Farm... You weren't sure how long it had been since the last time you'd regained focus, or how long you had before you were dragged back down into the soft haze of brays and carrots. You'd managed to make it home, the truck making it as far as a couple blocks from your apartment. You got up to your apartment, exhausted but safe, thinking you were finally free from the farm. Then the donkey asserted himself. It started with several powerful brays(If: $Ears is true)[, strong enough to pin your ears back]. They felt amazing, each one driving you to release another. Then you dropped to all fours, rocking and braying(If: $Tail is true)[, your tail swishing back and forth proudly]. Your focus tumbled, drowned out by waves of donkey thoughts and desires. By the time you regained control, you were hunched in the fridge, nibbling at random foods with little care for cleanliness or health. Things only got worse from there. Before long, several hours at a time were spent in the mental state of a young jack, something it was impossible to hide. And so you wound up in medical care, the doctors believing you were suffering from stress or some other kind of breakdown. (If: $Ears is true)[If they noticed the donkey ears on your head(If: $Tail is true)[ or the tail hanging from your backside], they never mentioned it beyond describing 'minor deformities' or 'odd elective surgery'.] You weren't sure how long you'd been here, so common were you lost in the fog of donkey thoughts. You'd kind of stopped caring; you were losing more time to the donkey each day, and even when you were lucid, you could feel their influence seeping in. In a way, finally losing to the donkey seemed like a release, it would no longer be your concern. You probably wouldn't have any concerns beyond eating and sleeping. So you waited, braying softly as if you were trying to jumpstart the slide back into the simplistic donkey mentality. Perhaps it would have been best to stay on the farm, at least there you'd have Faye and the other donkeys to keep you company. Other donkeys. Good, you were already sliding back. Yes, other donkeys like you, a proud jack. You brayed forcefully as the haze thickened. It felt nice, like slipping into a deep sleep after being awake for too long. You'd definitely been awake for too long. Escape 5: Lost But Not All Gone(Set: $Esc5 to true)

(Set: $Silojack to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You drop to your knees, an eager bray on your lips. You start to reach for the grain, but a shock of warmth drops you forward, hands planted firmly on either side of the piled grains. You attempt to raise a hand to take from the pile, but you can't seem to lift your arms properly. Undaunted, you simply lower your head to the grain and take a mouthful that way. You shiver and bray as the taste washes over you, hazy joy tickling your thoughts as it dispersed through you(If: $Ears is false)[. Your ears shivered, perked up, then stretched, growing taller and wider as they pushed past your head. They flicked as you took another bite, fur washing over them as they became the ears of a donkey(Set: $Ears to true)]. You swallow the bite, letting out a contented bray. Still hungry, even possibly hungrier than before, you leaned in to take another bite of grain. As you crunched into the kernels, a shock of energy rippled down your body, pushing your hips back and lifting your knees from the ground(If: $Tail is false)[. The wave punched out from the base of your spine, forming into a small nub that quickly gained size. Each snap of bran in your mouth added a bit more length to the growing tail. It curled against the seat of your pants, straining the stitching to the point of breaking. With a final crush of several grains, it ripped free, your donkey tail swishing behind you before coming to a rest between your legs(Set: $Tail to true)]. The building hunger and desire for more of the delicious grain drove you to take another bite. As you did, your neck popped and your jaw pushed forward. Your hips snapped and your shoulders widened. Your increasing mass both strained your clothing and exponentially increased your hunger. You devoured bite after bite, body shifting and clothes splitting as you grew to the size of a proper jack. You continued to chew your food until a lead was slipped around your neck. There was a slight tug from your owner and a few clicks of her tongue to turn you towards the barn. You followed her, having gotten your fill of grain and ready to brag about what a smart jack you were for opening the grain hatch to get it. Ending 10: Solo Silo Simplification(Set: $End10 to true)

(Set: $Braymenu to false)Location: Wandering the Farm You stumble about the farm, unsure of where you are or where you should be. Your focus is muddled and broken, feeling like you should be somewhere but unsure where. You belonged...in the barn, didn't you? You stumble again, braying in confusion as you try to sort your thoughts. You rub your head in an effort to focus, then stop. You glance down at your hands, fingers twitching. Something felt wrong about them. [[Gather Your Focus and Figure out Where you Are|Edge of the Farm]] [[They Should be Hooves]]

Location: Wandering Your Farm The realization sent a ripple of energy down your arms. Your fingers curled smoothly into tight fists, the sensation of individual digits fading to the proper numbness of a hoof. You push up to your toes as you realize having two hooves means you shoud have four hooves. Four proper hooves. The thought sends further warm ripples through your head, dulling your thoughts even more, making you wobble clumsily. As you struggled to regain your balance, another thought surfaced. [[Humans Belong on Two Legs|Edge of the Farm]] [[Donkeys Belong on All Fours]]

Location: At Home on Faye's Farm You slump to your knees and drop forward to your fists. You bray sharply as a pulse of energy pushes your backside up, lifting your knees from the ground and leaving you on all fours. It felt stable. The proper position for a strong jack. Your ears twitched and your thoughts fizzled. The thought felt really good, the radiant warmth it released made you want to focus on it, think of it constantly and let everything else go. [[Focus on Being Human|Edge of the Farm]] [[Think of Being a Proper Jack]]

(Set: $Selfass to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You relaxed, allowing the thought to fill your dwindling focus and permeate your thoughts. You were a proper jack. With a pair of soft crunches, your hands merged into hooves as a coating of black keratin coated them and smoothed into a shiny covering. The toe cap of one of your sneakers split from the sole, the same black material pushing forward from within. The other shoe burst down the sides as your ankles rotated to an asinine orientation. A proper jack with proper hooves. Fur washed up your limbs as your body tensed and swelled. Your shirt pulled snug around your torso as your hips pushed out against the waistband of your pants. The garments felt like bindings, preventing you from growing into a proper jack. You brayed loudly, adding mass to your body. Your shirt split at the sides, encouraging you to bray more forcefully. Your enthusiasm was rewarded with the sound of snapping threads and ripping cloth as your pants succumbed to your asinine form. A proper jack of proper size. Muscles grew in your neck, stetching it out. Pressure punched forward into your head, face pushing out into a muzzle. You brays grew increasingly deep as you gained a neck and head built to make the sound properly. A proper jack with proper brays. A soft hand strokes over your ear before tugging at the tattered garments hanging from your body. You shook and brayed your thanks as you were finally free of the increasingly foreign things. Your gaze turned to see your owner, her warm smile and soft voice reassuring you of what you already knew. You were a proper jack and always had been. Ending 11: Self-Assessment and Asstualization(Set: $End11 to true)

(Set: $Braymenu to false)Location: The Truck (If: $Ears is true)[Your ears pivot as y](If: $Ears is false)[Y]ou hear the sound of clanking metal at the truck. You look over to see Faye standing in the truck bed, sorting the assortment of bridle and harnesses, her tail swishing playfully as she hummed to herself. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[Your eyes drop from Faye to the straps she's organizing. She lifts a hames and bridle, manifesting a phantom weight across your shoulders, causing you to lean forward to the point of stumbling clumsily.] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[[Approach Faye|Fayetrucktwo]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[[Stumble Towards Faye|Fayetrucktwo]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[[Run For It|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: The Truck (If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[You stumble forward, braying dumbly as the imagined weight grows heavier and more comforting the closer you get to the truck. ]Faye spots you as you approach, standing up and dusting off her hands before putting them on her hips and smiling warmly, "Is my new jack so anxious to get to work in the fields?" Before you can respond, she hops down from the truck bad, landing with a rough grunt and turning to face you, "Well, if you're ready, let's get you harnessed up and ready to go." (If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[Her words strengthen the weight on your shoulders, from a comforting sensation to a strong desire.] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[["Harnessed up?"]] (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[[Let Faye Get You Ready]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 18)[[Run for It|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: The Truck (Set: $Donkeybrain to it +1)"Yup," Faye nods, hand lifting the cluster of straps and hooks, "your harness, nice and ready for a strong jack like you." Warmth ripples through you as she calls you strong, your shoulders rolling absently(If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[, phantom weight pressing down on you, encouraging you to drop to all fours like a proper ass]. She clicks her tongue a couple times(If: $Ears is true)[, your ears twitching to attention as she does], drawing your focus to her and making you feel like you should follow her commands. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12)[[Let Faye Get You Ready]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 18)[[Resist her and Run for It|Edge of the Farm]]

Location: The Truck (If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[The weight on your shoulders was too much. You needed to stabalize yourself, adopt a more comfortable stance. You needed to be on all fours.] You slump to your knees(If: $Ears is true)[, ears perking up in anticipation,] and then drop forward to your hands, braying softly. "Such a well behaved jack," Faye steps forward, stroking your head gently. (If: $Ears is false)[With each stroke of her fingers through your (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[hair](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[mane], your ears twitch and stretch, growing bit by bit as fur sprouts from them. You lean into her petting as they stretch past your head, fanning out into proper donkey ears.(Set: $Ears to true) ]You take a deep breath and relax into her petting, letting out a content bray when she strokes up one of your ears. "Alright, let's get you ready to work the fields." Faye reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a pair of hames, stepping to your side and placing them over your neck. The weight felt comfortable, even as it pulled at your focus, sinking you deeper into the wonderful haze of asinine bliss. You shook your head and brayed as Faye went back to the truck bed and pulled out a hip pad. The sight of the gear released a ripple of energy that made you push your hips up, lifting your knees from the ground. As the gear was placed over your lower back, you widened your stance and shook to help the weight settle into place. (If: $Tail is false)[With each wiggle back and forth, a nub grows from the base of your spine, pushing up and out as it gained length. You brayed as it curled against the seat of your pants, straining the rear seam of your cargo pants. You reflexively arced your back, braying forcefully and tensing new muscles. Your new tail split the rear seams of your pants, pushing out into the world, swishing softly and falling down behind you.(Set: $Tail to true) ]The sensation of the weight on your shoulders and hips felt wonderful, filling your head with visions of pulling a plow or wagon, moving a heavy weight the perfect fulfillment of your duty as Faye's donkey. "Okay, just one more bit of kit and we'll be ready." You looked up at Faye, who was kneeling in front of you, holding a bridle, ready for you to wear. (If: $Donkeybrain >= 12 and <= 15)[[Put Your Head in the Bridle]](If: $Donkeybrain >= 16)[[Wear Your Bridle|Put Your Head in the Bridle]] (If: $Donkeybrain <= 15)[[Squirm out of the Kit and Run|Edge of the Farm]]

(Set: $Bridle to true) (Set: $Braymenu to false) (Goto: "Endings")

You have failed to escape the farm. You lean forward into the bridle, warmth rippling through you as the straps pass over your head. Your body tenses as your owner starts buckling the straps around your head. As she pulls the straps tight, pressure swells in your face, teeth reshaping as your head reshapes, a muzzle pushing out to better fit the equipment wrapped around your head. As you bray deeply from your asinine head, your owner continues to work the buckles and straps. As she pulls them around your chest, your body swells, fur spreading out and rushing down your arms. Your fingers pull in as keratin entombs them, each hand reforming into a proper hoof with the click of a buckle. Your lower body doesn't even wait for your owner's attention, hips pushing out and feet reshaping before she even starts to fasten things, drawing a bemused chuckle from her. Your shoes split at the heel as your ankles rotated, then snapped at the toe cap as shiny hooves pushed forth. You moved anxiously from side to side as the rest of your harness was buckled up and your owner pulled away the weird garments you'd been wearing. She returned to your front, petting your head softly and clicking her tongue a few times. You followed her dutifully to a heavy plow, positioning yourself in front of it, braying proudly as she hooked you to it. As you started pulling the metal blade through the rough dirt, any sense that you'd been anything but a strong work donkey faded completely, leaving only a well-trained animal, happy to work the farm and make his owner happy. Ending 12: Kitted and Corraled(Set: $End12 to true)

You have failed to escape the farm. You continue to feel less stable on two legs as you stare at the increasingly confusing latch lock. Dull brown fills your eyes as the concept of the lock completely fades away, leaving only a pleasant tickling between your ears. "Hee-haw." You wobble as you bray, arms flailing as you struggle to stay upright, unsure of why you need to but feeling like you should. A chorus of brays from the donkeys pushes at that resolve, making you feel kind of silly for doing something so difficult for no reason. You bray back and flop forward forcefully, catching yourself on hands and feet. Another pulse of energy rocks your body, tumbling down your spine and warming your ears. "Hee, hee-haw," your ears stretch and grow as a new growth pushes from your lower back into the seat of your pants. The taller and heavier your ears get, the more natural they feel and the more their weight drapes your thoughts, slowing your ability to process the changes affecting your form. Your expanding tail pushes forcefully at the rear seam of your cargo pants, straining the threading as it struggles to break free. "Hee-haw," another pleasant pulse cascades through you, sneakers feeling uncomfortable as your fingers go numb. Your ears twitch as your pants succumb to your growing tail, allowing it to spill out into the air and swish proudly between your legs. Your shoes split like banana peels as your new hooves push forward, sliding against the dirt floor as your legs extend and your joints shift. You look down just in time to see your fingers completely vanish beneath a thick mass of black keratin, the substance quickly smoothing into proper, shiny hooves. "Haw, hee, hee-haw," your bray grows deeper as your neck expands and extends. Your shirt and pants pull snuggly against your expanding frame as muscle swells within you and fur bristles without. A pleasant voice draws your gaze up to find your owner leaning on your stall door. Her beaming smile fills you with pride and joy, drawing powerful brays from you as your body continues to expand. You stumble towards her, close enough for her to cup your face gently. Her touch is heavenly, pushing your changes faster. Your clothes split in multiple places as you balloon to the size of a proper donkey. Your jaw pops as your face expands into a muzzle. Any concern these final changes could cause are snuffed completely by your owner's soft petting and sweet cooing. You bray happily, drawing a pleased giggle from her, a response that fills you with pride and the desire to make her happier. "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw," each bray strengthens the donkey thoughts filling your asinine head. The other donkeys join in, reinforcing the final push to completely replace anything that might have occupied the space previously with the simple mind of a well-behaved donkey. Ending 22: Stay Stall(Set: $End22 to true)

(set: $Donkeybrain to 0)(Set: $Phaseone to 0)(Set: $GirlMeeting to 0)(Set: $Ending to 0)(Set: $Ears to false)(Set: $Tail to false)(Set: $InStall to false)(Set: $Fayeloc to 7)(Set: $Fayemove to 1)(Set: $Tea to false)(Set: $Apple to false)(Set: $Sugarcubes to false)(Set: $Dumbdonkey to false)(Set: $Braybarn to false)(Set: $Firstrun to true)(Set: $Jennyone to false)(Set: $Fairyquiz to false)(Set: $Fairytoy to false)(Set: $Gamerefuse to false)(Set: $Fairyhelp to true)(Set: $Fayescent to 10)(Set: $Fayecomfort to false)(Set: $Ruvrmagic to false)(Set: $Fayefarm to false)(Set: $Braymenu to false)(Set: $Fayebarn2 to false)(Set: $Simpleass to false)(Set: $Natumagic to false)(Set: $Farmhand to false)(Set: $Fridgeraid to false)(Set: $Barnready to false)(Set: $Headerpause to false)(Set: $Donkeyspell to false)(Set: $Sugarjenny to false)(Set: $Rustkey to false)(Set: $Retrumagic to false)(Set: $Truckkey to false)(Set: $Norecover to false)(Set: $Bookbray to false)(Set: $Tailbrain to false)(Set: $Tailmind to 0)(Set: $Showjack to false)(Set: $Lostgrain to false)(Set: $Brayfriend to 0)(Set: $Herdbray to false)(Set: $Fayebray to false)(Set: $Lazyass to false)(Set: $Muns to false)(Set: $Omnus to false)(Set: $Asnus to false)(Set: $Tempus to false)(Set: $Lucis to false)(Set: $Aturns to false)(Set: $Fau to false)(Set: $Ruvr to false)(Set: $Natu to false)(Set: $Retru to false)(Set: $Headerpause to false)(Set: $Overgraze to false)(Set: $Emptyhead to false)(Set: $Inhaleass to false)(Set: $Tailshow to false)(Set: $Performer to false)(Set: $FayeQ to 20)(Set: $Breathbray to false)(Set: $Silojack to false)(Set: $Debug to false)(Set: $Bookint to 0)(Set: $Firstread to true)(Set: $Bray to false)(Set: $Selfass to false)(Set: $Bridle to false)(Set: $Faemind to 0)(Set: $Overbray to false)(Set: $Stabledoor to false)(Set: $Properbray to false)(Set: $MeetingEnd to false) <img src="img/FayeTitle.png" width="800px"> (If: $Titlesave is true)[(link-reveal: "Save Progress")[ (link: "Save Slot 1")[(save-game: "Save1")] (link: "Save Slot 2")[(save-game: "Save2")]]] [[Start Game|Intro]] [[Ending List]]

Note: Ending unlocks are contained in save data, be sure to save after restarting to add unlocks to your save data. If you have previously unlocked saves and they aren't displayed, you might need to load a save first. Endings: Stay Endings: (If: $End0 is false)[Ending 0: Not Even an Introductory Bray (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Act an ass in the barn before meeting Faye]](If: $End0 is true)[[Ending 0: Not Even an Introductory Bray|Ending 1]] (If: $End36 is false)[Ending 0: Overbrayed (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Bray and bray and bray it all away]](If: $End36 is true)[[Ending 0: Overbrayed|Ending 36]] (If: $End1 is false)[Ending 1: Smitten with Faye (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Meet Faye for the first time with head full of brays]](If: $End1 is true)[[Ending 1: Smitten with Faye|Ending 2]] (If: $End2 is false)[Ending 2: I Want to Be a Proper Jack (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Have a high donkey brain after snacks]](If: $End2 is true)[[Ending 2: I Want to Be a Proper Jack|Ending 3]] (If: $End3 is false)[Ending 3: Treats and a Show (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Relax and stop thinking after snacks]](If: $End3 is true)[[Ending 3: Treats and a Show|Ending 3]] (If: $End4 is false)[Ending 4: Relax your Humanity Away (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Relax and bray in agreement with Faye]](If: $End4 is true)[[Ending 4: Relaxing Your Humanity Away|Ending 5]] (If: $End5 is false)[Ending 5: Barn Appeal (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Let Faye sell you on barn with enough donkey brain to find it appealing]](If: $End5 is true)[[Ending 5: Barn Appeal|Ending 15]] (If: $End6 is false)[Ending 6: Lazy Ass (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Enjoy Faye's affections despite the voice in your head]](If: $End6 is true)[[Ending 6: Lazy Ass|Ending 18]] (If: $End7 is false)[Ending 7: Voluntary Victuals (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Accept Faye's invitation to graze at the farmhouse]](If: $End7 is true)[[Ending 7: Voluntary Victuals|Ending 10]] (If: $End8 is false)[Ending 8: Full Belly, Empty Head (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Help yourself to the contents of the crisper drawer]](If: $End8 is true)[[Ending 8: Full Belly, Empty Head|Ending 14]] (If: $End9 is false)[Ending 9: Graze Gone By (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Enjoy a meal alone outside the farmhouse]](If: $End9 is true)[[Ending 9: Graze Gone By|Ending 25]] (If: $End10 is false)[Ending 10: Solo Silo Simplification (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Get your fill of grain at the silo]](If: $End10 is true)[[Ending 10: Solo Silo Simplification|Ending 32]] (If: $End11 is false)[Ending 11: Self-Assessment and Asstualization (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Examine yourself with a high donkey brain and deduce what's wrong with your body]](If: $End11 is true)[[Ending 11: Self-Assessment and Asstualization|Ending 33]] (If: $End12 is false)[Ending 12: Kitted and Corraled (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Meet Faye at the truck and let her harness you up]](If: $End12 is true)[[Ending 12: Kitted and Corraled|Ending 34]] (If: $End13 is false)[Ending 13: Helping Hee-haw Hand (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Cast a spell to naturalize being a fae donkey (link-reveal: "Spell Syntax (Spoiler)")[ Cast Asnus - Fau - Natu]]](If: $End13 is true)[[Ending 13: Helping Hee-haw Hand (Asnus - Fau - Natu)|Ending 13]] (If: $End14 is false)[Ending 14: Asinine Abjuration (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Fill your head with temporary donkey thoughts until it sticks (link-reveal: "Spell Syntax (Spoiler)")[ Cast Muns - Asnus - Tempus]]](If: $End14 is true)[[Ending 14: Asinine Abjuration (Muns - Asnus - Tempus)|Ending 16]] (If: $End15 is false)[Ending 15: Self-Made Donkey (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Magically advance your transformation to completion (link-reveal: "Spell Syntax (Spoiler)")[ Cast Asnus - Aturns - Fau - Ruvr]]](If: $End15 is true)[[Ending 15: Self-Made Donkey (Asnus - Aturns - Fau - Ruvr)|Ending 20]] (If: $End16 is false)[Ending 16: Over-Hawled (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Revert your donkey brain until there's no brain left (link-reveal: "Spell Syntax (Spoiler)")[ Cast Asnus - Fau - Ruvr - Retru]]](If: $End16 is true)[[Ending 16: Over-Hawled (Asnus - Fau - Ruvr - Retru)|Ending 26]] (If: $End17 is false)[Ending 17: Too Much of a Good Scent (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Spend too long alone in Faye's room]](If: $End17 is true)[[Ending 17: Too Much of a Good Scent|Ending 9]] (If: $End18 is false)[Ending 18: Quality Time, Quality Ass (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Spend too much time with Faye in her room]](If: $End18 is true)[[Ending 18: Quality Time, Quality Ass|Ending 24]] (If: $End19 is false)[Ending 19: Scent to the Barn (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Meet Faye in her room and take in her scent]](If: $End19 is true)[[Ending 19: Scent to the Barn|Ending 27]] (If: $End20 is false)[Ending 20: Proudly Proper (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Meet Faye in her room and agree to be a proper ass]](If: $End20 is true)[[Ending 20: Proudly Proper|Ending 28]] (If: $End21 is false)[Ending 21: Breath and Bray it All Away (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Ask too many questions of Faye surrounded by her scent]](If: $End21 is true)[[Ending 21: Breath and Bray it All Away|Ending 31]] (If: $End22 is false)[Ending 22: Stay Stall (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Stay in your stall after meeting Faye]](If: $End22 is true)[[Ending 22: Stay Stall|Ending 35]] (If: $End23 is false)[Ending 23: Seen and Herd (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Get to know your herd mates with enough donkey brain to get them]](If: $End23 is true)[[Ending 23: Seen and Herd|Herdmate]] (If: $End24 is false)[Ending 24: Stalled Fayte (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Meet Faye in the barn and agree to enter your stall]](If: $End24 is true)[[Ending 24: Stalled Fayte|Ending 11]] (If: $End25 is false)[Ending 25: Can't Stop the Show (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Meet Faye outside the barn to show off your tail control, then lose control of the show]](If: $End25 is true)[[Ending 25: Can't Stop the Show|Ending 29]] (If: $End26 is false)[Ending 26: Enthusiastic Entertainer (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Show Faye what a proud ass you are outside the barn]](If: $End26 is true)[[Ending 26: Enthusiastic Entertainer|Ending 30]] (If: $End27 is false)[Ending 27: Lost in Wheat (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Stubbornly trudge through the wheat till you're truly lost]](If: $End27 is true)[[Ending 27: Lost in Wheat|Ending 22]] (If: $End28 is false)[Ending 28: Fairy-ly Complimentary (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Meet the fairy with too much donkey brain]](If: $End28 is true)[[Ending 28: Fairy-ly Complimentary|Ending 6]] (If: $End29 is false)[Ending 29: Assinine Quiz (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Fail to prove your humanity when quized by the fairy]](If: $End29 is true)[[Ending 29: Assinine Quiz|Ending 7]] (If: $End30 is false)[Ending 30: Wrath of the Fae (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Return to the fairy after being warned not to]](If: $End30 is true)[[Ending 30: Wrath of the Fae|Ending 8]] (If: $End31 is false)[Ending 31: Elective Ass (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Agree that being a simple ass sounds best to your donkey brain]](If: $End31 is true)[[Ending 31: Elective Ass|Ending 12]] (If: $End32 is false)[Ending 32: Fae Deals are Jenny-rally Unfair (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Be as boring as possible for the fairy, then pick the wrong hand]](If: $End32 is true)[[Ending 32: Fae Deals are Jenny-rally Unfair|Ending 17]] (If: $End33 is false)[Ending 33: Acrobatic Asinine Action (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Fail the test but reject the plow]](If: $End33 is true)[[Ending 33: Acrobatic Asinine Action|Ending 21]] (If: $End34 is false)[???](If: $End34 is true)[[Ending 34: The Only Mind in a Donkey World|OAARN]] Escape Endings: (If: $Esc1 is false)[Escape 1: Too Far Gone (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Escape with too much donkey in you]](If: $Esc1 is true)[[Ending 1: Too Far Gone|Complete 1]] (If: $Esc2 is false)[Escape 2: Just a Touch of Ass (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Escape with a bit of donkey on the mind]](If: $Esc2 is true)[[Ending 2: Just a Touch of Ass|Complete 2]] (If: $Esc3 is false)[Escape 3: Clean and Clear (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Escape the farm untouched by corruption]](If: $Esc3 is true)[[Ending 3: Clean and Clear|Complete 3]] (If: $Esc4 is false)[Escape 4: Half-Assed Escape (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Escape with a healthy amount of donkey in you]](If: $Esc4 is true)[[Ending 4: Half-Assed Escape|Complete 4]] (If: $Esc5 is false)[Escape 5: Lost But Not All Gone (link-reveal: "Hint")[ Escape with high, but not full, donkey brain]](If: $Esc5 is true)[[Escape 5: Lost But Not All Gone|Complete 5]]

(Set: $End0 to false)(Set: $End00 to false)(Set: $End1 to false)(Set: $End2 to false)(Set: $End3 to false)(Set: $End4 to false)(Set: $End5 to false)(Set: $End6 to false)(Set: $End7 to false)(Set: $End8 to false)(Set: $End9 to false)(Set: $End10 to false)(Set: $End11 to false)(Set: $End12 to false)(Set: $End13 to false)(Set: $End14 to false)(Set: $End15 to false)(Set: $End16 to false)(Set: $End17 to false)(Set: $End18 to false)(Set: $End19 to false)(Set: $End20 to false)(Set: $End21 to false)(Set: $End22 to false)(Set: $End23 to false)(Set: $End24 to false)(Set: $End25 to false)(Set: $End26 to false)(Set: $End27 to false)(Set: $End28 to false)(Set: $End29 to false)(Set: $End30 to false)(Set: $End31 to false)(Set: $End32 to false)(Set: $End33 to false)(Set: $End34 to false)(Set: $End36 to false)(Set: $Esc1 to false)(Set: $Esc2 to false)(Set: $Esc3 to false)(Set: $Esc4 to false)(Set: $Esc5 to false)(Set: $Titlesave to false) (Goto: "Initial Setup")

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You have failed to escape the farm. Your body tenses, heart racing with joy(If: $Tail is true)[, tail swishing excitedly]. A shiver runs up your spine as you tilt your head back and release, "Hee, hee-haw." It was like a pot boiling over, "Haw, hee, hee-haw," you wobbled, giddy and off-balance, "Haw." Each bray was a popped bubble, releasing a wave of warm joy, that increased your anticipation of the next wild bray.(If: $Ears is false)[ "Hee, hee," warmth prickled your ears, "hee-haw." Your ears wiggled, and with another bray, grew into points. "Haw," they stretched, "hee-haw," they widened, "haw, haw," longer and longer, "hee, hee-haw," fur washed over them as they sprang to the length of proper donkey ears.(Set: $Ears to true)] You widen your stance as your ears fold back, "Haw." You wobble, steadying yourself by putting your hands on your knees, "Hee, hee-haw." Your brays were echoed by the other donkeys, their calls causing your ears to pivot towards the barn, your hazy brown eyes looking at the red structure as it filled you with comfort.(If: $Tail is false)[ The thought pulled another bray from your throat and sent a wiggle through your hips. "Haw," your back arced, "hee, hee-haw," pressure built at the base of your spine. "Hee-haw," the pressure pushed out into a lump, "haw," the lump twitched and grew, "hee-haw, haw" it pushed against the seat of your pants, "Haw," it strained the rear seam, snapping the threads a bit more with each bray. "Hee," snap, "haw," snap snap, "hee, hee-haw," you stumbled forward, "hee-haw." The tail ripped free, punching out behind you and swishing proudly, sending tickles of joy up your spine that dulled your senses and released another wave of happy brays(Set: $Tail to true).] "Such a powerful bray you have." You turn towards the familiar voice, tail swishing as you watch Faye walking towards you. Your ears flick energetically and you bray happily. You try to close the distance with her, but stumble, dropping to your knees with a giggle-bray. You smile dumbly as you look at Faye, shifting your weight in a lazy attempt to get up. After a few failures, you give up, looking at Faye and braying softly. She smiles down at you, her own ears twitching playfully, "Don't stop on my account, my new jack. Let me hear how proud you are to be a powerful jack." Your owner's words filled you with pride. You flexed your knees, straightening up and tilting your head back, "Hee, hee-haw. Haw, haw," you slumped forward to your hands and knees, "hee-haw." A burst of energy pulsed through you, "Hee-haw." Your hips pushed back and your knees rose from the dirt. "Haw," you pushed up to your toes and your fingers pulled together. "Hee, hee," black keratin spread from your fingernails and your sneakers stretched as your heels pushed back. Your owner stroked your mane between your ears, meeting your gaze with hers, "That's it, my new jack, time to become proper." You wanted to be a proper jack. "Haw, hee-haw," muscles tensed as your body swelled. Shoelaces snappeed one by one before the rest of the shoe split in half, revealing shiny hooves and asinine ankles. Your fingers merged beneath a mass of hard black material as they also transformed into hooves. "Hee," your hips widened, "hee-haw," your shoulders rotated, "haw, haw," joints shifted as your clothes stretched uncomfortably over your expanding frame. "Hee-haw," your shirt split down the back, "haw," the waistband of your pants snapped above and below your tail. The more you changed, the better braying felt, and you rocked back and forth in joy with each increasingly pleasant and powerful asinine utterance. Your face pushed out with each enthusiastic motion, growing out into a proper muzzle as the last of your human features vanished into the form of a donkey. You barely noticed your owner removing the destroyed garments from your body, their meaning already lost on your dwindling mind. Your focus only shifted when she pulled out a lead and slipped it around your neck. With a soft tug, you followed her, anxious to return to your stall in the barn and greet your herd. You were well-practiced at braying, after all. Ending 0: Overbrayed(Set: $End36 to true)