Say, "Yes, I do."

"My aunt's house is over there," you say, pointing back across the field. "I...I guess you can come with me."

"Oh, I'd like nothing more then to come with you," the stallion says, winking his blue eye at you. "But...you say you live with your aunt...? Is she a heavy sleeper? 'Cause I've been told I'm a noisy fuck."

You open your mouth, then close it again. You weren't sure, at first, if he was seriously coming on to you, but there's little room for doubt now. He wants to have sex with you. Your gaze moves slowly down his toned, two-toned chest, and lingers on the bulge in the front of his jeans. How big is it?

"Um..." Are you seriously thinking about fucking a genetically-engineered, human/horse hybrid from an alternate universe?