Saane of the Black Lily Ranch.

A saytr was walking through town to pick up more farming supplies with her Minotaur 'friend'. Well, for Saane, she felt most of the Minotaurs at the Black Lily Ranch were as much fuckbuddy as friends. But hey, she wasn't complaining, not when all the Satyrs she was the de facto leaders of felt the same way.

She looked over at Mil, the towering milky bosomed Minotaur carrying some new field equipment in her arm. Those girls were strong and sexy - man she couldn't wait to milk her senseless and enjoy that massive sexy body.

Some would say she was horny. Others would say that saying that at any moment was like saying the water was wet on a day ending in 'y'. They would both be correct - Saane was always perpetually horny.

Though, she had to admit to herself, milking, fondling and banging the Minotaurs and Fawn Pans day in and day out did get slightly old after the 100th time. Not enough to even be worth pretending to think about giving it up, but it was there.

There were just so many other extra hot extra species she could imagine milking or banging senseless that she was missing out on! Sighing, the satyr looked lovingly at Mil's giant, milky, braless rack bounce as they walked towards a health and wellness place, the Satyr imaging herself motorboating the big honkers, when she tripped.

"Are you okay!?" Mil stopped and reached down to help Saane up, saane taking her hand and using the other to grope her breast through her overalls - the only clothing the friendly Mil was wearing. "Ahhn~! Saane, I know you want to have fun, but we can wait till we get back to the ranch, can't we?"

Saane huffed, clearly feeling the answer was 'no', but let it pass cause the farm really did need those supplies. Looking at what her hoof had tripped over, she saw a glowing rock. Picking up the curious thing, it immediately informed her that it was a wishing rock! Licking her lips at the thought of what she could do, she wished for...