"Hey," you croak nervously, arousal and fear conflicting sensations. The ponygirl makes her way around to the front of you and gets down on her haunches, her face level with your crotch.
"My name's Stephanie," she says, placing her plastic hoof on your knee. She stads upright and leans into your face. She smells unsurprisingly like the latex which covers her, although her moist breath smells more human, more natural. You cannot deny your are attracted to her. Ever the equine muzzle can't detract from her human female qualities. She is possibly the most attractive (and strangest) specimen you've ever seen...
Stephanie begins to perform her duties. She takes one hoof and lodges it in the collar of your shirt, moving downwards and tearing it open. She manages, in an act of surprising dexterity, to remove your shirt completely. She has obviously adapted well to the use of her hooves. Your torso is now bare and open to Stephanie's seductive gaze. She bends over and begins to nuzzle it with her face, licking up and down. The act sends shivers down your spine. You want to escape, but at the same time you want more. A wry smile appears on your face as she climbs onto your knee, straddled facing you, and begins to kiss your neck.
"You like that?" She asks.
You daren't reply, but she knows the answer. Her hands are wrapped tightly around your waist, your face pressed against her warm, smooth neck, her mane occasionally brushing your nose. After what seemed like an eternity of soft pleasure on your upper body, she gets up and bends down. Fearing that is as far as she is going to go, you are secretly dissapointed. However, she reaches towards your crotch and clumsily undoes your jeans. She slips them down onto your feet with her mouth, and does the same for your boxers.
"Wow, you really were enjoying this," she giggles. You can't deny it. You take a hard swallow as she leans into your crotch.
It's your last chance. She opens her mouth. What are you going to do?