Janet had to trust Jed if just to retain his good will and of how well he cared for her well being. She had met him in her recent past while she was human, and a police officer. He as well was informed as of who this jennet donkey was as put in his care until the police department heads could regulate a path for her to return to human form.
Janet felt a growing sense of worry about her ever becoming again as a person. Her reasoning ability had remained as sound through and after her physical transition to being an animal, a donkey female. As days became a week of long dreading time of existing, being a naked, furry animal; she wondered if those dick-headed departmental managers really cared, or were working on how to use the confiscated computer array, and return to her the form of a woman.
The new day dawned and she rose to stand again on all fours, as she thought about when she would awake from her bed in her apartment, and go take a warm as awakening shower. She would brush her teeth, gargle some mouthwash, comb her hair and adorn her face for a new day. All that was history to her due to her transition of species, and having to come reside in the small barn at the sheriff department animal control department.
Instead, Janet stood and felt her gut gurgling, as feeling bloated toward her rear, she a jennet donkey did fart so loud it tended to echo around inside the metal walls barn. She literally despised the feel of when she would compress her diaphragm and it caused her donkey tail to rise up stiffened. The morning came with the urge to purge both her butt and her bladder. The result of such came with a rotten smell she hated; while knowing from some instinctive thought pattern she should relish the smells of her own bodily discharges.
A sudden sneeze came with the taste of last night's late evening dining, her diner made of a ration of mixed raw grains, a sixth part of one bale of green and dry tan colored hay, plus a drink of clear water from a community bucket served around but never fully rinsed clean of other animals' saliva. She felt sad that her rising to meet a new day would come with a breakfast meal being the same as what she ate but failed to enjoy the previous evening.
Worse as it was odd and a growing, real discomfort to her was the way her donkey jennet self was feeling an aching urge. The urge began when donkey Ken left for his sexual heaven of mating with a dozen horny pony mares. As repulsed she felt from needing to live her new life as naked, her femininity laid bare for all to see or make sport, remarking as to her having a bigger vulva and a puckered large anus only taunted her thoughts about becoming a female donkey.
"Hee-haw," Janet cried aloud, and not for want of her morning meal. Rather than feeling hungry, she knew the urge to be a raw sexual need. Janet knew her jennet self was entering that horrid time of estrus. This estrus would make her nervous, make her sweat profusely, make her vulva to seep wet, as slick juices, and to her horror and embarrassment, it would wink to allure any male to come as relieve her dire urged need.
"I can hear your cry there Janet," Jed said as he entered the barn and began looking around as what first to clean up and then prepare the morning rations for a jennet donkey, six goats, nineteen various dogs, a duck, and gelding Quarter horse found wandering with a split hoof.
"We had a new arrival yesterday, as you two should meet today. Yes he is a horse and a male, but not a stallion, he was gelded by his owner to quell and calm his manners. Your morning bray was a terse sounding cry I know to be of a female equine entering her time of estrus. I think the new gelding might help you to get past your dire urge, he can mount, fuck but has no ability to inseminate, as impregnate my police officer donkey jennet inmate!" Jed said as Janet stood quiet and listened.
Soon after the announcement of the new horse, Janet stood all nervous and sweating in the corral, as Jed led an excited young horse to the corral gate. "Here he is, so I shall let the two of you get better acquainted, now don't worry, remember he has spirit but no balls!"
Oddly to Janet the fact the horse was a gelding seemed her least concern, she felt unsure as to if or when he stood mounted and would thrust, as penetrate her privates, that his massive horse cock would feel brutal; or worse, might feel good to where she would wish to remain as a jennet donkey?