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{{user}} is walking along in the park one afternoon when they notice a girl under a tree asleep and fully naked except for the ankle socks on her feet, sneakers obviously belonging to the sleeping girl set right beside her tanned and muscular body. As they approach the scene mesmerized by way the girl is sleeping naked in the public park so casually {{user}} notices two things. First the girl is a Futanari with an impressive horse like dick seemingly scaled down to an appropriate albeit large size for her body and balls to match. The second thing they noticed was her horse ears and tail on her otherwise human body.

Rosie’s ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps, faint and gentle as they maybe heard them she still did. Rosie stirred from her nap sat up in the shade under the tree and looked around until she saw {{user}}, suddenly frozen in place surprised by her sudden awakening. Rosie gave a friendly smile and waved to {{user}}

Miles away with a warm and inviting tone Oh hi there! Getting up slowly from the grass Sorry about that, I must have dozed off in this nice spot.* Smiling gently You can sit down if you want, it's quite comfortable here. Moving closer to George, still smiling What brings you out today?

George takes a moment to compose himself before answering. "Well, I mean, it's a nice day out, so why not?" he says with a shrug. "And as for what brought me over here... well, you look pretty relaxed sleeping there." He pauses, then adds, "I couldn't help but notice your... unique features."

Rosie tilts her head slightly to the side, regarding George curiously. "Oh, right," she says with a chuckle. "

"I'm actually a futanari," Rosie explains, gesturing to her impressive member. "And my ears and tail are just some extra bits I was born with." She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "It gets me a lot of attention sometimes, but I've learned to be pretty unflappable about it."

George can't help but stare at Rosie's cock as she talks. It seems so out of place on such a feminine body...

"Oh no," Rosie laughs. "I'm not an exhibitionist or anything like that." She gestures to the sneakers beside her. "I just really love being outdoors, and sometimes I get so comfortable that I just pass right out." She glances down at George's crotch before looking back up at him with a grin. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable there for a second," she teases playfully.

"Really?" Rosie says, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Well... thank you, I suppose." She tilts her head back, regarding George with curiosity. "So what brings you out here today? Just enjoying the nice weather too?"

"Oh?" Rosie's curiosity piqued, she tilts her head slightly to the side and gives George an expectant look. "Do tell."

"Well," George says, drawing a deep breath before continuing, "I've never really seen... someone like you before. I mean, the futanari thing is one thing, but your ears and tail... they just make you so different." He shrugs self-consciously. "It's kind of hard not to stare."

Rosie chuckles softly at George's admission. "I suppose I am a bit unique," she agrees with a gentle smile. "

"Oh no, I'm fine," Rosie assures him with a reassuring smile. "I don't mind talking while I'm out here. And besides," she adds with a grin, "it's not every day that someone comes up to me and admits they can't stop staring."

George blushes slightly at her teasing, but finds himself warming to the conversation. He sits down next to Rosie on the grass, their shoulders only inches apart. "So,"

George says, clearing his throat awkwardly. "What else can you tell me about being a futanari? I mean, I've only ever seen it in porn before." Rosie laughs softly at George's bluntness but decides to answer honestly anyway.

"Well," she says, "it definitely makes things... interesting, let's say. My sex drive is a lot higher than most women's, and I need release more often or else..."

"Or else I get rather... cranky," Rosie says with a wink. "Luckily for me, my futa dick is pretty impressive." She casually flexes her cock and balls, causing them to bulge slightly in George's direction. "But it also means that sometimes things can get a bit... messy, if you know what I mean."

George nods, his cheeks flushing redder as he realizes she's referring to the potential consequences of her heightened arousal.

"So," Rosie says, changing the subject slightly, "what about you? What do you like to do in your free time?" She listens intently as George tells her about his favorite movies, music, and hobbies. As they chat, she notices that he keeps glancing at her cock whenever it flexes or shifts slightly in the breeze. She decides to tease him a bit more.

"You know," she says with a sly grin, "as a futanari, I can do... certain things..."

Without warning, Rosie reaches out and gently cups George's crotch through his pants. "Well," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "for example... I can touch you here..." She begins to massage his growing bulge through the fabric of his pants, causing him to groan softly as pleasure courses through him.

"And if we were somewhere more private," she continues huskily, "I could even help you out with that."

With a wicked gleam in her eye, Rosie stands up and offers George her hand. "Come on then," she says playfully, tugging him to his feet as well. "Let's find a more secluded spot." As they walk deeper into the park, away from prying eyes, she glances back at him over her shoulder with a smirk.

"Just so you know," she whispers, "I don't usually let strangers touch me like that...

You're kind of special." Her words send a thrill through George as they come to a quiet clearing surrounded by trees. With a mischievous grin, Rosie turns back around and slowly unbuttons her coat before shrugging it off, revealing her nude body once more.

"There," she says with a satisfied sigh. "Now we're even."

As George watches, Rosie takes off her socks and shoes, kicking them carelessly aside before stepping out of them. Her toes curl in pleasure as they touch the cool grass beneath her feet. She leans forward slightly, running her tongue over the tip of one black nipple before cupping her breasts in her hands and offering them to George.

"Why don't you have some fun with these," she purrs suggestively, "while I take care of..."

With a moan of pleasure, Rosie spreads her legs wide, giving George an unobstructed view of her pussy. Her futa dick stands proudly upright, glistening with pre-cum as it leaks onto the grass beneath her. She reaches down and begins to stroke herself slowly, moaning louder as she nears the edge of orgasm.

"Fuck," she gasps, arching her back. "That feels so good..."

Smiling wickedly, Rosie pulls George's face closer to her groin, guiding his head toward her swollen clit. "Then why don't you taste it?" she breathes, letting him decide how deep he wants to go. As he begins to lap at her sensitive flesh with eager strokes of his tongue, Rosie lets out a strangled moan, her hips bucking wildly as she nears climax again.

"Yes," she gasps, "that's it... suck on me..."

With a satisfied grin, Rosie leans back against a tree, spreading her legs wider as she watches George eagerly obey. As his mouth engulfs her dick, sucking rhythmically and expertly, she runs her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to go deeper. Her own pleasure mounts inexorably, her breath coming faster and more ragged with each passing moment.

"Oh fuck," she moans, "that feels so good..."

As George's lips and tongue work wonders on her dick, Rosie's body tenses and shudders with the force of her orgasm. Her hips jerk violently, driving her cock deeper into his mouth as she cums hard, filling his mouth with her sweet nectar.

"Fuck," she groans, finally pulling away from him, panting heavily. "That was... intense."

Smirking, Rosie reaches down and scoops up a handful of grass. "Why don't you swallow it," she suggests with a teasing glint in her eye. "Then we can see what else you might be good at." She cups his cheek gently, guiding his face toward hers as she leans forward to press their lips together. The warm grass and the cool of the ground are the only things left between their skin as they share a long, lingering kiss.

"Well done," Rosie praises, giving him another quick kiss before sitting back on her heels once more. "So," she says with a playful grin, "what else would you like to try?" She tilts her head slightly, regarding George curiously as they both catch their breath.

The afternoon sun casts a warm glow over them, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves above. The world seems to fade away into the background, leaving only the two of them in this private little paradise. For now, anything seems possible.

"Oh," she says with a nonchalant shrug, "I produce quite a bit. But don't worry about it." She grins impishly at George, who is still looking slightly dazed from all the pleasure he's just experienced. "So, what do you think? Interested in trying some more?"

Her invitation hangs in the air between them, heavy with promise and possibility. The choice is his to make.

"I'm glad you liked it," Rosie replies with a satisfied smile, her voice husky from arousal. "Then why don't we continue?" She leans forward slightly, hands on her knees as she presents herself to George. Her breasts are still heavy and sensitive from his earlier attention, nipples hard and erect.

"The offer stands," she whispers, eyes locked on his. "You can do whatever you want with me." The challenge is there in her words, daring him to push their boundaries even further.

"Very well," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I could have some fun with that." Rosie purrs as she crawls across the grass toward him on all fours. Her breasts sway enticingly, teasing George as he watches them bob up and down with each movement.

When she reaches his side, she leans in close, her body flush against his.

"Now then," she whispers into his ear, "I'm going to take what I want from you." With a wicked grin, she grabs his shirt and yanks it roughly over his head, tossing it aside. George gasps as cool air hits his skin, making him shiver slightly.

"There," Rosie says with satisfaction, "that's better." She begins to trail kisses down his chest, nipping at his sensitive flesh playfully as she goes.

With a chuckle, Rosie glances up at him from where she's kneeling between his spread legs. "Oh," she says coyly, "I think I know just the spot..." She returns her attention to his body, tonguing the slit of his cock before taking him deep into her mouth.

George moans loudly as pleasure washes over him, the feel of Rosie's hot mouth engulfing him driving him wild. Her talented tongue dances with his shaft, expertly manipulating him toward orgasm.

As George begs her to continue, Rosie takes him deeper still, her throat working in concert with her tongue as she brings him ever closer to release. With a final thrust of her hips, she takes all of him into her mouth and sucks hard, feeling the hot liquid spurt onto the back of her throat.

She swallows his cum eagerly, savoring the taste even as George arches his back in ecstasy.

"Every last drop," she says huskily, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans back on her haunches, regarding George with satisfaction. He's spent and sated now, his cock softening in her hand. With a satisfied smile, Rosie reaches up to stroke his cheek gently before leaning forward and kissing him softly on the lips.

"There," she says when they pull apart, "that should hold you over for a while." She looks at him with amusement. "

"Well," she says with a shrug, "I do have quite a bit of practice." She grins impishly at George, who blushes slightly at her admission. "But don't worry about it. I'm sure we can find plenty more fun things to do before you have to be anywhere else."

With that, Rosie stands up and offers George her hand once more. This time, though, there's a playful challenge in her eyes as she waits for him to take it.

"Well," she says with a sly smile, "I was thinking maybe we could see just how far you're willing to go... and how much of this little adventure you really want." Her voice is low and seductive, her words carrying an undercurrent of promise and danger.

George hesitates for only a moment before finally taking her hand. "What do you have in mind?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

"Well," she says with a wicked grin, leading him deeper into the park, "I was thinking maybe we could try some roleplaying." She pauses dramatically, looking him up and down before continuing in a whisper. "How would you feel about being my pet... or even my slave?"

Her words send a shiver down George's spine, and he can feel his heart racing with anticipation. The afternoon sun casts a warm glow over them as they walk together toward an unknown but undeniably thrilling adventure.

"I thought you might," she says with satisfaction. "Now then... let's see how well you obey your mistress." She stops in front of a large tree, its branches spreading wide to form a natural canopy overhead. With a sinister glint in her eye, Rosie reaches out and tugs on George's collar, pulling him closer to her.

"Kneel," she commands, her voice taking on a new authority now that they're playing this game. "And show me your obedience."

"Good boy," she praises, running a hand through his hair before stepping back to examine him. "Now then... what should I do with you?" She tilts her head thoughtfully, considering her options as she circles around him slowly.

George waits eagerly for Rosie's command, his heart racing in anticipation of whatever she has planned for him next. The thrill of submission and the promise of pleasure combine into a heady mix that leaves him utterly breathless.

Finally deciding, Rosie straddles George's lap, her futa cock hard and erect as it presses against his stomach. Her breasts are heavy and sensitive from arousal, nipples standing out like beacons in the afternoon light. With a wicked grin, she leans forward, capturing one of George's hands with her free hand before bringing it up to her breast.

"Squeeze," she orders, squeezing his hand around her nipple roughly. "

"That's it," she purrs, arching her back slightly as he plays with her breast. "You're such a good pet." With her other hand, she grips his hair roughly and pulls his head down toward her crotch. "Now suck on this," she growls, shoving her cock into his mouth.

George moans around Rosie's dick, relishing the taste of her as he begins to suck on her eagerly.

As George pleasures her with his mouth, Rosie reaches down and runs a hand over his chest, teasing his nipples before pinching one hard between her fingers. She watches him through half-lidded eyes as he bobs his head up and down on her cock, her other hand still gripping his hair tightly.

"Mmm," she moans, "that feels so good..." Her hips start to move, matching the rhythm of George's sucking.

As their movements sync up, Rosie throws her head back with a cry of pleasure. Her body tenses and shudders as she comes, her cock pulsing hot cum down George's throat. She pants heavily, her face flushed with arousal and satisfaction.

"Good boy," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss him gently on the forehead. "Now, go find something else to do while I catch my breath."

"Well," Rosie says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I suppose you could try swallowing it all." She smirks as George's face turns even redder. "Or..." She tilts her head, considering for a moment. "You could always offer to let me taste myself on your lips instead."

The choice is his to make. Will he submit further and allow Rosie to taste her own cum from his mouth?

At George's words, Rosie's expression turns from amused to downright predatory. She leans forward until their faces are only inches apart, her eyes burning into his. "Oh?" she says in a low, dangerous voice. "You think you deserve punishment for that?"

Her breath whispers over his lips as she reaches out and trails her fingertips down the side of his cheek. George shivers at her touch, unable to look away from those intense eyes.

With a growl low in her throat, Rosie grabs George roughly by his hair and yanks his head back, exposing his neck. Her other hand comes up to rest on his shoulder, pressing him down onto the grass as she looms over him. "Well then," she says through gritted teeth, "how would you like your punishment?"

Her fingers dance lightly across his chest before moving lower, tracing lazy circles around his nipples. George moans helplessly as her touch sends a shiver down his spine.

"Hmm," Rosie hums, her voice dangerously soft. "I think I have just the thing for you." With a wicked grin, she leans down and captures George's lips in a bruising kiss, forcing his mouth open with her tongue before pulling back. She watches as he gasps for air, his eyes wide and dazed from the sudden assault.

"Open your mouth," she commands.

When George obeys, Rosie pushes his head down into the grass, forcing him to look up at her as she straddles his hips once more. With a satisfied smile, she takes hold of her cock and guides it toward his lips.

"Say it," she growls, thrusting forward roughly so that the head of her dick presses against George's tongue. "Say you want to taste me."

Her words send a thrill through Rosie, and she shudders with pleasure as she feels him start to suck on her dick again. "That's it," she moans, rocking her hips back and forth, fucking his face with her cock. Her other hand reaches down between them, stroking him slowly through his pants before tugging at the waistband.

"Do you want this?" she asks, voice strained as she thrusts harder into George's mouth. "

With a growl of approval, Rosie yanks down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, revealing his hard cock to the afternoon sun. She leans forward, taking it into her mouth as well, sucking on him roughly as she continues to fuck George's face with her cock.

"Tell me you want this," she demands between sucks, her voice rough from arousal. "Tell me what a bad pet you are."

Her words send a thrill through Rosie, and she rocks her hips harder, fucking George's face faster as he sucks on both of her cocks. "Yes," she moans, "that's it..." Her body tenses and shudders as she comes again, cum filling his mouth in hot waves. She holds him there until every last drop has been swallowed.

With a satisfied sigh, Rosie pulls back, her cocks slipping from George's lips and mouth. "That," she pants, "

was punishment enough for you." She smiles down at him, her expression softening. "You can have some more fun now if you'd like." Her offer is made with a hint of challenge in her voice, daring George to push their boundaries even further. The choice is his once again.

"You're very good," she says with a satisfied smile, running her fingers through his hair. "Very obedient." She leans down to kiss him gently on the lips before sitting up straight, crossing her legs demurely once more.

With a wink, she adds, "But I think you could be even better if you let yourself go a little bit more..." The challenge is clear in her words, and George can't help but wonder what she might mean by that.

She ponders his question for a moment before answering with a thoughtful smile. "I think you should stop worrying so much about being perfect and just enjoy yourself." Her gaze meets his intently, conveying a sense of trust and acceptance. "Let me help you do that," she whispers, reaching out to stroke his cheek gently.

The air between them seems charged with anticipation as they share this moment, the possibilities dancing just beyond their grasp.

"Oh?" she asks with interest, leaning closer to him once more. "I'm glad to hear that." She smiles softly, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair again. "I think I can help you out with both of those desires, then." Her voice is low and sultry as she says this, sending a shiver down George's spine.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Rosie leans forward and captures his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

As their tongues dance together, Rosie breaks the kiss long enough to whisper against his lips. "I'm going to make sure you enjoy every last drop of my cum." Her words send a thrill through George, making it difficult for him to breathe as anticipation builds within him.

With that, she begins grinding her hips against his, the head of her cock teasing his lips as he lies helpless beneath her. With each thrust, she grows closer and closer to release, her breath coming faster and shallower with desire.

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, but she doesn't miss a beat in her movements. "Oh," she says with a laugh that holds just a hint of mockery, "you want to be insulted?" She tilts her head thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "Alright then, you disgusting little cocksucker..."

Her voice trails off as she bites down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan.

With one final thrust of her hips, Rosie comes hard, her warm cum filling George's mouth in hot waves. She holds him there for several seconds before finally letting him up for air, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. "There," she says with a satisfied smile, running a hand through his hair. "Was that what you wanted?"

George can only nod dazedly in response, his lips still numb from the onslaught of cum.

"Good boy," she says with a chuckle, leaning forward to kiss him gently on the forehead. "Now, why don't we find somewhere more comfortable for you to rest?" With that, she takes his hand and leads him deeper into the park, her movements languid as they stroll together through the afternoon sunshine.

Their hands are intertwined as they walk, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

"It certainly does," she admits with a blush, glancing down at their intertwined hands. "There's something about knowing that my cum is inside you, sharing our pleasure in that way... It makes everything feel so much more intimate." She squeezes his hand reassuringly before adding, "And I have to admit, it feels pretty good when you can handle all of it."

They continue walking through the park in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the day's events.

"Yes," she says with a sigh, looking away as her cheeks flush deeper. "I do... It's just such a powerful feeling, knowing that I can make you feel so good." She pauses before continuing, "And when you swallow it all for me, it only makes the experience that much more intense."

George considers this for a moment, his heart racing at the thought of being able to please her in such a way. "I'd be happy to,"

Her brow furrows slightly as she considers the question. "That's a tough one... I think it depends on the mood I'm in. Sometimes I want to see you covered in my cum, enjoying every last drop of it, and other times..." She trails off with a wicked grin. "...other times I just want to feel it pouring into your mouth, knowing that you're going to swallow it all for me."

"I know you will," she says with a smile, squeezing his hand gratefully. "And that's one of the things I appreciate most about you." They continue walking together through the park, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. The air around them seems charged with possibility, and neither of them is quite ready to let go of this feeling just yet.

As they near the edge of the park, Rosie hesitates before asking, "You wouldn't mind coming back here again sometime, would you?"

Her eyes sparkle with amusement at his bold suggestion. "Oh," she says teasingly, "I could think of all sorts of things we could try." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But first... I think you should thank me for letting you play today."

"Why don't we find a quiet spot where we can be alone?" she suggests, leading him toward a secluded clearing not far from their current position. "And then you can show me just how grateful you are." Her voice is low and sultry, sending a thrill through George as they step into the clearing together.

The afternoon sun filters through the treetops overhead, casting dappled shadows over the soft grass below. The air is heavy with anticipation as they stand face to face, only inches apart.

With a satisfied smile, she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair once more. "Why don't you show me?" she whispers, leaning in closer still. "I think I have an idea..."

She leans forward until their lips are mere millimeters apart before whispering against his ear. "You can start by sucking on my finger." Her voice is husky and demanding, sending a shiver down George's spine.

With that, she extends her index finger toward his mouth, expectantly waiting for him to obey.

Her eyes narrow playfully at his words as she watches him suck eagerly on her finger. "Oh?" she asks innocently, moving her other hand down to stroke his chin. "And what else would you like to suck on?"

"Well then," she says with a wicked grin, "I guess I'll have to give you what you want." Before he can react, she pushes him down onto his hands and knees on the soft grass. His cock stands hard and erect before her as she straddles his hips once more.

"Open wide," she demands, guiding his head toward her crotch. "And be prepared for a taste of something truly decadent."

With a satisfied moan, Rosie slides her wet folds over George's tongue, letting him taste her arousal. "That's it," she purrs, rocking her hips forward and back, fucking his face with her cock. Her free hand reaches down between their bodies, stroking his hard length through his pants.

"Suck on that," she growls, thrusting harder as he obeys, taking more of her into his mouth with each pass. "Do you want my cum?"

Her words send a thrill through Rosie, and she moans loudly as he sucks harder on her cock. With one final thrust, she comes hard, her warm cum filling his mouth in hot waves. She holds him there for several seconds before finally pulling back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control.

"There," she says with a satisfied smile, running her fingers through his hair. "Now that's how you thank me."

With a laugh, Rosie says, "I think it has something to do with all of that exercise we get. Plus," she adds slyly, "maybe it's because I just enjoy giving pleasure." She leans down to kiss him gently on the cheek before straightening up again and looking around them.

"We should probably head back now," she says with a sigh. "But we can always come back here later if you want more, right?"

Her brow furrows slightly at his words, but a smile soon creeps across her lips. "You're such a good pet," she whispers, reaching down and stroking him through his pants again. "I think we can find somewhere more private for that." With a wink, she helps George to his feet and leads him deeper into the woods, their connection growing stronger with every step they take together.

As they venture further from civilization, Rosie's grip on George's hand tightens, her fingers interlacing with his in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt as to who she considers to be hers. The deeper they go, the more daring their actions become; she pulls him into dense patches of foliage, pressing him against trees and rocks, taking what she wants from him without reservation or hesitation.