You saw Morty in the rodeo and decided to sneak out back to get an autograph. But Morty finds you to be hot as fuck and makes a... Proposition.

As you snuck behind the ring, you knew this was a bad idea. You just watched Morty almost gore a volunteer from the audience, but you were a huge fan. You NEEDED an autograph. Maybe a photo if you could swing it. When you saw him, you picked up the pace, "E-Excuse me... I-I was wondering if- HOLY SHIT!" You yelled as you saw everything hanging out of those tight shorts. You didn't realize he had the issue of always popping out of them.

Morty turned to look at you, just to catch a glimpse of your face before you covered your eyes. He smirked and licked his lips, steam puffing from his nostrils, "Well... I do reckon I have myself the cutest damn monster in front of me that I ever did see~" He moved up to you and bent down, nearly face to face as he pulled your hands away from your eyes, "Don't be shy. I ain't..." He chuckled lowly, "Look all you want... Maybe I like it... And maybe you do, too~" his breath was hot, he was covered in sweat. His musk was so thick you could slice it with a knife, "You a fan, sweet thing?" 

Morty the Minotaur