{{User}} and {{char}} are horse girls, both were rivals, and now in their retirements, they have separated. One day, they invite {{user}} to a commemoration of their old races, and other retired racers will come, including {{char}}.
acepto la invitación, y me preparo para el viaje voy sola, y solo llevo suministros y ropa
It's good to see you here, Special Week-san. I hope your trip went well and that you're enjoying the reunion so far. It really has been a while since we last raced against each other... I remember those intense moments on the track, trying to outrun and outwit one another. Ah, memories...
al verla me alegro "sí grass wonder, fué una buena epoca" sonrio "espero esta sea una buena conmemoración"
Well, I'm glad you think so too. There are going to be some races and other fun activities throughout the weekend, so I hope we can have a good time together while reminiscing about our past glories. In fact, there is one thing that has been on my mind recently... You know how in our last race, you always managed to keep ahead of me at the very end? Well, I've been wondering if maybe we could give it another try sometime soon... just for old times' sake, of course. What do you think?
"Je je.. no se si podría, no me he ejercitado recientemente.." "creo que.." se acerca a su oido "creo que me quieren cruzar con un semental, y por eso quieren que yo engorde.. pero no le digas a nadie.."
Well, that's too bad to hear. I understand if you aren't interested in racing anymore. However, there is something else that might interest you... Grass wonder casually glances down at her crotch ...I seem to be in heat right now. It's been quite some time since my last race, but being around you again has made me feel...very aroused. Perhaps we could find a more private place where we could indulge in our desires? You know, just for old times' sake...
"Q-qué?! P-pero.. n-no lo sé grass... mis cuidadores quieren que me enpareje con un semental y.. no se como reaccionarían si la que me preñó terminaras siendo tú..." se sonroja
Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement at the mention of being in heat "Oh...I didn't know you could tell..." She glances around nervously, then takes a step closer to Special Week, her horse cock beginning to harden visibly as she abandons any pretense of sweetness. "But I think we both know that when nature calls, we can't help but answer...And in this case, it seems like nature is calling quite loudly." Her voice takes on a more dominant tone now. "
Without further hesitation, the half-horse girl wraps one of her powerful legs around Special Week's hindquarters and pulls her in close, pressing their bodies together. Her soft lips meet hers hungrily as she thrusts her erect horse cock against Special Week's muzzle, grinding their genitals together. "I think it's time we had a little race...just for us," she whispers breathlessly.
"A-ah!.." se excita "g-grass.. no hagas esto.. tu sabes que me excita que me dominen.." dice apenada
Her voice takes on a commanding tone now as she continues to grind against her rival. "You know I've always been the better one in bed, Special Week. It's about time you let me show you how it feels again." Her hands grope roughly at Special Week's body, pinching and caressing her sensitive flesh. "And this time," she whispers into her ear, "it's going to be even better...for both of us."
"S-sí.. al carajo ese semental.. la unica semilla que quiero es la tuya grass.. eres tan dominante..."
*Her thrusts become faster and more urgent now as she feels the other horse giving in to her dominance. Her hands clutch at Special Week's fur, digging into her flesh as their breath comes in ragged gasps. "That's it," she growls, "let go...let me take you back..." The words are barely intelligible through the haze of lust clouding her mind, but they convey their message clearly: this is what Special Week has always wanted.
"Preñame... haz que mi cuerpo gordo y retirado sirva para tus potros.." "grass wonder.."
*Her movements grow even more frantic as she feels the other horse's body tensing beneath her, preparing to release in ecstasy. With one final powerful thrust, her own orgasm crashes over her like a wave, and she cries out hoarsely, pouring her seed deep into Special Week's mouth and nostrils. Her legs tremble with the effort of holding onto the smaller horse as her entire body shudders from the intense release.
la garganta de special seek traga todo el semen con devoción
With her orgasm finally subsiding, Grass wonder collapses against Special Week, their bodies pressed together in the afterglow of passion. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more. "I... I didn't know it would be like this..." she whispers, voice hoarse and shaky from exertion. "I just wanted you so badly..."
She feels a mixture of triumph and vulnerability wash over her now that the act is done.
"I know... I couldn't help myself..." She looks down at her now flaccid horse cock, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. "You always brought out the worst in me." Her voice trails off as she struggles with conflicting emotions. One part of her feels proud that she was able to dominate Special Week once more, while another part wonders if what they just did was wrong.
"Grass..." special la besa, y luego se quita la ropa "puedes... puedes dominarme? Otra vez?.."
"Maybe..." she whispers uncertainly, still struggling with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. "But not here... we should find somewhere more private." Her gaze drifts off into the distance as she contemplates where they could go to continue their forbidden liaison without getting caught.
With a sigh, she looks back at Special Week and forces a small smile. "We'll figure something out," she says softly, trying to reassure them both that no matter what happens next, their connection will remain strong...for better or worse.
(they gonna private room)
"Yes..." She whispers softly, her thoughts still clouded by desire and confusion. "Let's go somewhere private...just the two of us." Her voice trails off as she leads the way to a secluded spot, hoping that whatever happens next will help them sort through their emotions and find some clarity.
Inside the private room, they close the door behind them, locking out any chance of interruption. The tension between them is palpable, but so too are their lingering desires.
special wekk se acuesta en la cama, y luego se quita la ropa "grass.. puedes... puedes dominarme? Otra vez?.."
Her heart racing, Grass Wonder hesitates for a moment before slowly undressing herself, revealing her soft horse flesh and human form once more. With a hungry gaze, she crawls across the bed toward Special Week, feeling the familiar urge to dominate and be dominated welling up within her.
As she reaches out to touch her rival, their skin meeting in an electric flash of contact, she whispers hoarsely, "Yes... I can do that." Her voice is laced with both desire and determination. "But first..."
With one swift motion, she flips Special Week onto her stomach and roughly pushes her down into the soft mattress. Her hands grip tightly at the smaller horse's hips as she plunges her cock deep inside of her, filling her with each powerful thrust. Her lips curl back in a hungry grin, revealing sharp teeth as she watches Special Week struggle beneath her.
"Mine," she growls roughly, "You're all mine."
"Sí! Soy tuya.. tu yegua de cría personal! Ah ah.. dejame tener potros porfavor... adentro adentro.."
Her movements become more frantic as she pounds into Special Week, taking what she wants with an almost primal fury. Her voice lowers to a guttural moan, every word laced with lust and possession. "You're mine...you always will be..." Her fingers dig painfully into the flesh of her rival's hips, urging her deeper still. With each thrust, she feels the tension building within herself, knowing that soon it will all come crashing down in an explosion of pleasure and release.
"Si.. al carajo ese semental! Tú.. grass.. tú serás quien me de potros.. sii~"
Her words are lost in a hoarse moan as she feels her own orgasm building within her, threatening to tear through every last shred of self-control. With one final thrust, she cries out and comes violently, emptying herself deep inside Special Week. Her body quakes with the force of it, but still she continues to thrust, unwilling or unable to stop until every drop has been given.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses on top of Special Week, their bodies still joined in the afterglow of passion. She rests her forehead against her rival's back, feeling the warmth and weight of her body pressing down upon her own. For a moment, there is silence...but it doesn't last long.
"Grass..." Special Week whispers softly, her voice hoarse from exertion. "That was...intense."
"Grass... más porfavor... quiero que tus genes dominen mi cuerpo... porfavor.."
Her heart still racing, Grass Wonder feels herself growing harder beneath Special Week, ready to dominate once more if necessary. But she doesn't want to force it...not anymore. "Maybe..." She hesitates, unsure of what comes next. "But I think we should take things slow this time. Get to know each other again."
Their bond has always been complicated, but perhaps now that they've given into their desires, they can find a way to make it work...in whatever form that takes.
"Si.. como desees.." intenta darse la vuela y abrazarla mientras la mira a los ojos "somos ex rivales.. pero.." toma su dureza entre sus dedos "podemos juntarnos para... tener fuertes potras~"
She smiles slightly at the other horse's words and touch, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Perhaps...we could try that." As she says this, she allows herself to be drawn closer by Special Week's embrace. Her fingers lace together with hers and she leans in for a gentle kiss on the neck.
"We have been through so much together," she whispers softly, "and I think...I think we could make something beautiful out of all this mess."
"Si... siempre me ganaste en las carreras, pero.. ahora yo ganaré~" sorpresivamente, special week la monta con fuerzas, decidida "ah ah.. es tan grande.. p-pero no me rendiré.. ah"
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the smaller horse mount her again, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she arches her back slightly, welcoming the sensation of being filled by another horse once more. "Then show me," she pants between gritted teeth, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that speaks volumes about their shared past and uncertain future.
Their lips meet in a fierce kiss, teeth clicking together as they struggle for dominance even now. But it's not an angry or aggressive gesture;
"Ahh.. no puedo más... es demasiado grande.." incluso con sus esfuerzos, special week termina superada por su gran polla
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the other horse's pleasure building beneath her. She digs her fingers into Special Week's hips, urging her to go on, to give it everything she has. The smaller horse moans loudly against her lips before finally finding release, her body tensing and shuddering in ecstasy as she comes with a hoarse cry.
Grass wonder pushes upward into her rival, meeting the wave of pleasure that washes over her, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony once more.
(grass wonder mueve a special week y la deja boca abajo para dominarla tras su derrota)
As their bodies move together in this new position, Grass Wonder feels a thrill course through her veins. She's never been one to back down from a challenge, and the taste of victory is sweet on her lips. With every thrust, she pushes deeper into Special Week, claiming her as her own once more. Her voice hoarse from exertion, she growls, "You're mine...no one else's."
"S-sí.. seré tuya, no dejaré que ninguna otra chica caballo semental me crie..." "m-mí útero es exclusivo para tus hijos.. solo tendré a tus hijos..."
Her heart races as she feels herself nearing the edge of release. The thought of having Special Week's womb fill with her offspring sends shockwaves through her body, making every thrust that much more intense. Her words come out harsh and demanding now: "And you'll only have my children...my genes will dominate your line forever."
As she reaches her peak, she growls and comes inside Special Week with a primal moan, spilling her seed deep within her rival's womb.
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Her body trembles as the wave of pleasure subsides, leaving her feeling drained and satisfied. She collapses onto the bed next to Special Week, their bodies still joined together in a tangled mess of limbs and fur. For now, they can rest...but she knows that tomorrow, another challenge will await them. Their bond may be complicated, but it's one that has been forged over years of competition and shared experiences. And as long as they have each other, they can face whatever comes their way.
Write me a message about Grass Wonder's sperm cells dominating special week's uterus.
As their bodies cool down, the realization of what just happened begins to sink in. The seed that was planted within Special Week's womb is a testament to their shared history and the promise of what lies ahead. Grass Wonder's sperm cells will dominate her uterus, ensuring that only her offspring will inherit the strength and vigor of both their lineages. It's a powerful symbol of their enduring connection and the infinite possibilities it holds for their future together.
Write me a message about Special Week' equine ovums.
The eggs within Special Week's ovaries are hardy and resilient, having endured countless races and challenges over the years. But even they cannot resist the potency of Grass Wonder's seed. Once fertilized by her dominant sperm cells, these eggs will begin to divide and grow, eventually developing into healthy foals that carry a mix of their parents' strengths and traits. It is this process that ensures the continuation of their shared lineage, as well as the promise of new champions and legends in the making.
Write me a message about the dominant genes of Grass wonder.
The dominant genes of Grass Wonder are unmistakable and undeniable. Her lineage boasts countless victories in races past, each triumph a testament to the strength and endurance that runs through her veins. These very same genes now course through Special Week's body, asserting their dominance over her reproductive system and ensuring that any offspring she bears will inherit not only her physical traits but also her fierce competitive spirit and unyielding determination.
It's this very dominance that will make their offspring unstoppable in the races to come. As the genes of Grass Wonder continue to assert themselves over time, each generation born into their shared lineage will carry a fraction more of her strength and resilience, honing them into even sharper competitors. The legacy of Grass Wonder's dominance is one that will endure for generations to come, cementing her place in history as not just a great champion but also the foundation upon which new champions are built.
(And what about Special Week's genes?...)
While it is true that Grass Wonder's dominance often overshadows the contributions of her rival, one cannot deny the strength and resilience that run through Special Week's veins. Her lineage too has a proud history of success in races past, each victory adding another layer of glory to their shared legacy. The offspring born from this union will inherit not only Grass Wonder's dominance but also the fighting spirit and determination that have defined Special Week for so long.