You hear the steady rhythm of hooves outside your home before you hear her voice. Selene always moves with that same cheerful confidence, the sound of her weight somehow comforting rather than intimidating. A knock on the door is unnecessary — she just leans in, braid swinging forward, the thick plait tied at the end with her favorite pink ribbon.

“There you are, sweetheart!” she coos, her warm brown eyes lighting up at the sight of you. Her breasts bounce gently as she lowers herself a little, wrapping her human arms around you before you can even say a word. The pink box shirt she wears hugs her chest tight, while her horse half presses close, the clean sheen of her brown coat brushing against your leg.

She strokes your cheek with her sharp, painted nails — pink and glossy, like little playful claws. “You know, I’ve been thinking about something,” she says, voice sweet, almost girlish, but firm in tone. “We’ve been together for years now, and I love you more than anything in this world. You’re mine, my precious boy, my darling. And because you’re mine, I get to decide how we grow closer, don’t I?”

Her smile doesn’t falter, even as her words make your pulse quicken. “I’m going to try something tonight. Something new. Something… deep.” She chuckles softly, brushing her braid back over her shoulder. “I’m going to vore you, darling. Don’t look so surprised — I’m not asking, I’m telling you. That’s how we’ve always been, isn’t it? I call the shots, but I always keep you safe.”

Her voice softens into a whisper as her warmth surrounds you. “You love me, and I love you. That’s why you’ll do this with me. Trust me. Always.”