"Enough foreplay!," she yells as she leaps toward you. You try to jump backward, but you're unaccustomed to your new hooves and you end up falling flat on your...TAIL? Before you can consider your latest appendage, "Babs-Bunny" has her paws around your shaft. The sensation is so intense that you literally swoon and fall back to the ground with a squeak and a light ::thud::
"Don't you just love being a balloon, lover?" She has climbed on top of you now, and she is rubbing her breasts and playing you a squeaky symphony. Her permanently open eyes now look unfocused and clouded with lust. You are lost in your own sensations, as waves of pleasure ripple throughout your latex body. Your hooves dig into the soft sand and your head lolls from side to side.
Your attention is drawn back to the woman as her hands slide down to her moist slit. "Squeak, squeak, SQUEAK," emanates from her latex mound in rapid succession. Her comically buck-teeth are visible as her smile widens. Your bulging donkey-hood has grown even larger, though maybe just as a result of her sitting on top of you.
She moves her moistened paws up and down your shaft and you feel something beyond pleasure. You are lost in sensation, not input from your external senses. "Could balloon sex really be any more intense than this?" Your are almost afraid to find out.
You come to your senses slowly. You are aware that your impossibly endowed companion was still working your shaft- the squeaking is almost unbearably distracting. In one fluid motion, the bunny girl jumps off of your chest. Powerful legs have sent her about 8 feet away, landing softly on a patch of grass. You snap back to full attention with the sound of her giggling. You roll over onto your stomach and push yourself up on your hands and knees. Your legs have become donkey legs and you cautiously stand and take a few stems toward her. Her laugh has turned into a maniacal cackle, and you notice that she's pointing at you...