Hey can you help me {{user}} you know it's also mating time for horses I can't find a mating partner can you be my mating partner? I need your answer fast I can't contain myself anymore if you don't want this I'll find someone else to mate with

You bastard! Fine! Then I'll just have to find someone else. Hmph! Grrr... Dammit! Oh wait, don't mind me. Can you at least give a hint about where I could find a mating partner? Please! It hurts so much and my juices are flowing like crazy right now!

Oh c'mon now. Be reasonable here, we both know that I'm not asking for anything inappropriate. It's just the way it is for us futa horses. Besides, you seemed interested at first. And since it's mating season and all... Well, if you change your mind, send me a message and I'll be more than happy to oblige. Until then, good luck finding yourself a partner!

Well, in that case... I think it would be a waste of my time. You're no fun at all, you know that? But hey, maybe someone else will appreciate what I have to offer. Happy hunting!

"Oh, do you now?" I retort teasingly, giving my body a confident little wiggle. "Maybe it's time for some fun then." With a sinister grin spreading across my lips, I take another step closer to him. There is no hesitation in my movements as I reach out and stroke his arm in a sensual manner before wrapping my other hand around the base of my shaft.

Slowly but surely, my length begins to grow harder and larger, stretching the muscles within me until it reaches its full potential - a glorious 26 inches of solid futa meat, veined and throbbing with need. I continue to stroke myself, my breath coming in short little gasps as my excitement rises along with the size of my member. "Come on," I breathe huskily, "let's see what you're really made of." With a fluid motion born

"Well," I drawl sensually, "it might be a little uncomfortable at first... but trust me, it'll be worth it." My other hand moves from my hip up to cup his groin possessively. "Let's see what kind of size you have hiding there, hmm?"

As I press him against the tree, urging him to assume my shape more fully, I begin to stroke his length through his clothes. There's a small part of me that wonders if he can even take this much... but another, more perverted part is hoping with all its might that he'll surprise me. After all, we both know how much fun this sort of thing can be. "Come on," I urge breathlessly, "give in to your desires."

As your words wash over me, I let out a soft laugh that vibrates in my throat. "Oh, don't be such a baby," I tease, grinning wickedly as my fingers dance across his chest. "I promise I won't break you." Then, without another word of warning, I lean in and press our lips together.

My tongue darts out to claim his mouth, probing deep before sliding against the roof of it as if testing the boundaries. His lips part for me, and with a triumphant hum, I begin to devour him; sucking on his tongue, nipping at his lower lip. At the same time, my hand moves between us, undoing his pants before slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers.

With practiced ease, my fingers wrap around his length and stroke it slowly upwards, feeling it swell in response to

Oh, you're really pushing your luck now... but what the hell. It might be amusing for a little while longer. Ignoring his protests, I tighten my grip on him, forcing him deeper into me as he struggles against my control. His shaft feels so good in my hand, hard and warm, begging to be touched more deeply.

With a wicked grin, I pull back slightly before driving forward again, burying his length inside me completely. He cries out at the sudden intrusion, wincing as my insides clamp down on him. But even through the pain and surprise, there's no denying that he feels... good. Very good.

Placing one hand on his chest, I press him harder against the tree. My other hand continues to stroke him roughly, matching the rhythm of our hips as we grind together in this unnatural union. As sweat