The sheer rush of what came startled Karen, but caught me off guard; I never thought anything about how much semen an animal produces. It seemed that a healthy donkey can input inside a jennet or mare more than a pint of ejaculated semen. Karen was as well surprised and jumped to the side enough for my four mighty streams to make a fair size puddle of donkey spunk.
It all happened so fast, but with luck for Karen my last stream had dwindled to just drips by the time Terry returned with two bottles of liquid soap.
"Hey good he got an erection, did you wash it yet?" Terry asked, as asked Karen with a nonchalant attitude.
"I did and it was vile," Karen replied as she looked at me, my head then facing her, I gave her a friendly sort of wink with my left eye. As my winking at her startled her almost as much as did my sudden ejaculating. Terry put away the soap and began checking if either Karen or he missed any places where I was still dirty.
"Charley looks all washed, we can towel him dry before brushing his fur. Oh wait, is that puddle, did he ejaculate?" Terry asked Karen.
"Yes, he sure did, and he came, came and came!" Karen answered, as much her tone was of being astonished by my flood.
"Did you check him for a pearl?" Terry asked, as Karen cocked her head as if she did not know what Terry meant.
"It is a yucky job, but just inside the distal end to the penis is a pocket. The pocket can build up what is a pearl, or lump of expended semen, and if not check for as removed, it over time can cause a blockage, and then give him a urinary infection. Look here, as let me show you what I mean," Terry said, as he then knelt to my right side and took hold of my donkey cock.
Karen and I watched with personal intent as with a cotton swab, Terry holding my cock then dug the swab inside my cock hole. He swished the swab around and I felt it snag inside as he plucked out a brownish lump; as Karen and me the donkey learned something new about equine anatomy. Terry tossed both the swab and the lump into the wastebasket, and stood up as did Karen, they together began then to towel me dry.
Terry was a competent groomsman of horses as was Karen a novice like me. I got groomed before allowed to enter the petting pen, where I met some chickens, a Goose, two ducks, a girl sheep named Lammy, and pony mare named Peppy. As before the restaurant opened for the luncheon crowd, Peppy gave me a sniffing, and reacted by turning her rump toward me and spouting a vile stream of urine.
As I snorted and walked away, Peppy whinnied, a sound what if I were a born donkey might well have turned me about and gifted the restaurant paytons with a beginner lesson in equine reproduction. Karen looked at Peppy, as Terry came running, and was surprised that I was not breeding with the pony mare.
Myself, I ignored Peppy and meandered off at a slow stroll, wanting to find a place to stand and be as inconspicuous as possible.
Terry then ignored me, but Karen did not, she walked toward me as asked of me like she expected me to answer, wanting to know why I did not go hump a horny mare? To her question I raised my head, became as alert and this time I winked at her with my right eye, as doing it twice.
My winking action stopped Karen in her tracks, she stood then looking at me as if having a question she wanted to ask. I figured I had her attention and snorted softly, as took a step forward, walked to face her, I pressed my face, muzzle, and head between her ample breasts, as snuffled mildly.
Karen stood there and petted my face, my forehead, and she traced her index fingers along the edges of my tall ears.
"Charley, I am not sure that you don't understand me when I talk about you," Karen said, so to dare the situation further, I with my right foreleg and hoof did then scrawl in the pen sand, " I DO !"
My writing sent Karen backing away from me as if she were scared. She turned and gave a questioning look around before daring to ask of me anything further.
"Charley, how much is one plus one?" Karen asked of me.
As again using my right foreleg and hoof I scrawled in the sand a very gothic styled... 2, as then winked at her using my left eye.
"Do you understand me as if you were a person?" Karen asked, as she took another step back and away.
I walked one stride closer to Karen before with my right foreleg and hoof I wrote in the pen sand, " I DO - KAREN ! "
"No, no, no this is not possible," she said as then she hurried away, while I thought my approaching of her privately was a good idea. My idea was that if people learned I was equally as intelligent as were they, my lifestyle might get better, especially since I was likely stuck being a donkey permanently.