Sue's farm life!

Sue fled towards the plains of the Savage Land. She ran as fast as she could. She was afraid of what had tracked her. She went invisible and raced through what appeared to be a Savannah. She kept running and running. Soon, she found herself coming visible. She tried as hard as she could to disappear, but was unable too. She couldn’t use her powers at all. It must be this strange land, she thought. She soon found herself walking into a field and among large plants. On the ends of the plants were what looked like fat ears of corn, mixed with onions. She was desperately hungry. She grabbed an ear off the end of a stock and ate the food. It was dry, and crunched in her mouth, but it sated her hunger. She heard a shout from behind her. She turned and gasped. On a large cart, pulled by a donkey, Sue saw a strange being. It was whipping the donkey. The animal looked rather angry and mean, but it headed the master’s movements. The beast upon the cart seemed to shout. It looked like a large snot, with clothes and a face.

The angry Ferngl looked at this strange creature that was raiding his crops. He thought that the scarecrows and his angry donkey had warded off all intruders. This strange beast was different. As it yelled, the creature seemed to not understand. “Typical,” the Ferngl named Blurml thought. “Beasts in this land are stupid.” He looked at this beast. It had strange pink skin in some parts and blue in others. The Savage Land humanoid had never seen a real live human at all. They never came this deep. Little did he know this creature was far from its home. Sue was dozens of miles from her party. Maybe even hundreds at this point. Much to the north of the Savage Land. Blurml smelled the air. It was a creature not unlike his donkey. He had purchased the donkey far from here years ago in a market. The beings who sold it to him and his wife called it a “Jack”. So he gave it that name.

He looked over the small creature, noting the hair on its head. It was golden like the sun. It had the smell of hair and sweat much like the donkey. The Ferngl was more bacteria and plant than animal. It had no idea what Sue was. She was in fact, only like the donkey in the manner that she too was a mammal. Blurml could care less. To him, he had another beast of burden. He had never been so delighted. It was smaller than his donkey, and had large mammalian mammaries that seemed partially blue (do to the covering of her uniform). He hopped down and grabbed the creature by its golden hair. It struggled, but the mighty Ferngl was much stronger. Soon it had a bridle around the golden haired’s head.

Sue was livid. She had fought with this snot like creature. But it just whipped her around and threw her to the ground. She found herself attached to the cart by what appeared to be a bridle. “It thinks I’m like the donkey,” Sue huffed trying to keep pace as the donkey pulled the cart. She kept falling, but at least the donkey kept up the load of the cart.
After what seemed like an eternity, a weary Sue was brought to a large strange farm house. She was thrown in the pen with the donkey. It gave no notice to her as it drank water from the trough. It seemed annoyed by her presence. She stayed in the corner of the pen, looking for any way out. The walls were made of spiked fence and were too high to climb. She was stuck.

Bruml brought the bridles to the pen and hung them up. He was greeted by his wife who came up beside him. She was making a form of stew. “What is that?” She asked.

“It’s another Donk-aaay,” he smiled. “I think it’s a female. Thank the gods!” The past season had been good for the Ferngl farm. The crops were ready to be harvested. However, they had a problem. Since their children were out in the Savage Land building lives of their own, they relied on the donkey for labor. The donkey had been purchased many seasons ago. It worked well at first, but now it was getting increasingly ornery. It was always grumpy and mean, but now it was worse than ever. It was an old “jack” and had not in its life mated.

“Finally,” Brumlidle, the female Ferngl smiled, “we found what the people from the market called a “Jenny”. She was referring to the word for female donkey. “Maybe ol’ Jack won’t be so lonely.” The pair walked over and up the stairs to the feeding area of the pen. They watched as the creature they thought was a female donkey tried to climb the sides. It looked at them and shouted. “So strange,” Brumlidle shook her head, “Such noise.” She yelled down. “Quite Jenny!” She called to the creature with blonde hair.

Sue was screaming at the beings. “Let me out!” They seemed to not understand. She couldn’t make out what they said to her. She swore they were calling her “jenny” for some reason. “That’s not my name,” she shouted, pointing to herself. “I’m Susan Richard of the Fantastic Four!” It fell on deaf ears.

A day past. The Ferngls put this new creature to work. It was weak and tired often. They made it pull carts of the vegetables from the harvest. Things weren’t going as fast as planned. It seemed that “Jack” the male donkey paid no attention to the female. This frustrated the Ferngls.

“I don’t think that blue skin is hers.” Brumlhilde looked down at the creature. The blue skin took on much dirt. “I think its some sort of hide.” She went into the pen. “There, there Jenny,” she smiled as she cornered the blonde haired female. She held it down and removed the blue hide easily. The female struggled but to no avail. Soon it was nude in pink skin. “No hair!” Thought Brumlhilde.

This didn’t cause any help. Jack seemed to notice her even less. He was annoyed at the presence. As the day ended, Brumlhilde had a thought. As she ate supper with her husband she looked around the room. “I think the Jenny is sick. She lost her hair and tail. I can fashion something more appealing for the Jack!” She smiled looking at all the various hides and animal skins around the room. They had a mulitiude of different animal hides they got in a market. Their entire table in the den was made from some strange animal (actually a horse), with hooves as legs for the table. She set about fashioning something.

In the morning she went to the pen. The female was defensive.

Sue lept at the being as it entered the pen. She was sick and tired of this treatment. Further, she was tired of eating carrots and drinking from the trough. It was disgusting. It tasted bitter. Little did Sue know that it was water from the special rivers in this magic region, that increased fertility and libido. It was one of the reasons the donkey was ornery. She tried to run past the creature. But It caught her. Sue felt a needle enter her arm. It was rough and sharp. Her eyes fluttered as she began to fall into a sleep.

Brumlhilde knocked the female Jenny out with a special dart. It was used on the donkey to help mend hooves and cure illness. It allowed the farmers to work on the donkey without harming the animal. She took the female out of the pen and into the house. She set about fixing the females new hide. It took some time, as the legs needed to be widened and adjusted.

An house later, Sue awoke. Her eyes were groggy. She tried to stretch and when she saw her hands she tried to scream. But she couldn’t.