“Look, we’re only doing this because I want a foal, and I need a mate to get one. I picked you only because you’re an ideal stud. Don’t even think of me as yours. Once I’ve conceived, we’re done.”
I would tell her to lower her tail to keep her modesty, but then she’d have me tortured and I’d have even less of a chance to bury my face in that full moon.
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