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I ruffled her mane playfully, "i'm sure we will. have a good time, scoot."
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Gaia smiled lovingly at that, looking pacified as she pushed a hand up into his mane, playing with his long bangs as her other fingers scratched teasingly into the thick fur of his happy highway, just above the base of his gigantic cock, while
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Starmire growled and buried her snout deep into her mane, playfully nipping at her neck. "you'd like that wouldn't you?" she rumbled. "to be my little pet? i certainly would. a playful little gryphon hen all to myself?