Coughing, she gagged at the putrid odor that came from the fully equine donkey semen that clung, stuck to her face, Lindy felt such disgust she wanted more than before for Jake to be dead.
Jake turned his great head, cocking it slightly to add what little expression he could to an already demeaning of a woman he once felt a sense of love. A bray topped off his dissenting mannerism, something that he thought Lindy would find displeasing.
Displeased, Lindy was way beyond the point, she had willingly help Jake as a mature donkey Jack to jack off, ejaculating such a stream of hot semen, the worst of it some struck her in the face. The smell was horrid, but the feel of it as the stuff air dried sickened her, she gaining an odd delight from it; this she failed to understand.
Angered, emotional, she cursed, swearing at Jake, he as then big and old stud Jeb. He stood acting as if what he inadvertently did was part of a larger plan, one to demean Lindy, as if she were part of his troubled times.
Spitting at Jake, Lindy turned around she as if looking for something to use and wipe off that what Jake seemed to think was properly put.
There on the floor was that coarse blanket, the same one that with the Medallion hung on it, it had effected a massive change on Jake. Lindy grabbed at it, she using it to wipe off her face the sticky and drying semen, a small portion of all what spewed out the end of his large donkey cock.
Smearing the gooey semen from her face, Lindy had to wipe it several times, the starchy juices and globular pearls of infectious semen became relenting, not wishing to leave where it had come to be stuck.
A watering trough offered her a place to get some needed moisture, she dunking the old blanket on one corner of it into the water. She began re-moistening the dried gunk, smearing it, only made the scent become all the thicker, as she smelling it became all the sicker.
Finally, when Lindy failed her tries of wiping the semen from off her face, she thought it better to dunk her entire head into the water trough, and holding her breath, she would whisk off the water soaked semen, planning to dry her face clean wit the old blanket.
Lindy ignoring Jake and where he stood watching , almost able to laugh at Lindy and her antics, he wondered what she was doing when she dunked her pretty head in his watering trough.
Busy petite hands worked feverishly at removing the semen from her face and where it had stuck and clung in her long hair.
Jake, feeling some odd sense of enjoyment and thrill for becoming as a mature, if as well mightily virile Jack donkey, he stepped toward Lindy. Reaching his big muzzle, Jake goosed Lindy and she jumping from the feelings, fell off balance, enough so that when Jake did it a second time, Lindy tipped over, she falling head first and self following, into the water trough.
Angered enough to spit nails, Lindy climbed out of the watering trough, soaked from head to shoes in chilly water.
"I am through being nice to you!" Lindy screamed at Jake, she having then a shivered chill for being so wet, did grab the old horse blanket, wrapping it around and over her shoulders, she turned on one heel with obvious plans to walk away from Jake.
Jake raised his head, he backing away from his being close to Lindy, as from where he stood with his head much higher than hers, he saw the Medallion, it glowing a bright and power rendering yellow color.
Lindy stopped her stomping feet, she near froze in place, her eyes moving, wandered looks back at Jake, she unable to make any other movement, could but stand there and begin to realize her relationship with Jake would be soon on a very level plain of pasture.
Lindy would have screamed or squealed if she could, feeling her body begin to conform, as had Jake become as Jeb the Jackass stud, so she, being female felt the onslaught of change, that blanket used more recently by Alice, a Morgan breed of a mare kept for visitors to ride a calm and contented animal.