Pick her a flower

Smiling, you nod in response, but a brief idea enters your mind as you notice a flash of color near the edge of the well. Sliding over slightly, you reach over to pick a few of the strange flowers, barely registering Alicia's brief cry of warning. The instant you touch a stem, you feel a pinch of pain in one of your fingers and instinctively recoil.

A few seconds pass with nothing out of the ordinary, before a wave of warmth washes over you, bringing sweat to your skin and causing your breath to grow heavy. The warmth has a very distinct effect, and within seconds you feel a secondary wetness, one that's concentrated directly in your groin. Somehow the flower's thorn must have injected some kind of aphrodisiac, and you feel incredibly aroused, your cock sliding back out from it's sheath, the head escaping the confines of your foreskin and beginning to leak a steady stream of white fluid.

"Oh, dear, I did try to warn you. Not much we can do about that but deal with it." Climbing back up to her knees, Alicia moves in front of you, reaching down to touch your extended horse penis. The instant her soft hand makes contact, however, an intense flash of pleasure and arousal fills your mind, driving you to an immediate orgasm. Your new lover is rather unfortunately placed, and takes a direct jet of cum to the upper chest, one that simply doesn't stop. Thick, white semen pours out as if shot from a fire hose, quickly silencing Alicia's giggles as she's **** to shut her mouth and eyes. Neither of you are even touching your equine organ, but the orgasm simply doesn't stop for at least a minute, until Alicia's small body is completely coated in your thick spunk.

You fall back in the grass, gasping for breath, almost worried about how she'll respond.