Former male.
Submissive futanari.
Athletic ponygirl.
Apparent sub-par intellect.

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Whites: sexy costumes, latex, bondage, genderswapped characters, public scenes, orgasm denial, conditioning.

Greens: Many things!

Reds: the usual; breaking server rules, toilet, ooc drama, etc.

Will try to avoid scenes with pregnancy, excessive blood or extreme violence. Simply walking up and claiming ownership of Slussa is also very unlikely to succeed.

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Standing before you is a plush, overtly feminine figure, likely clad in tight rubber or revealing straps. She is rather tall and well-toned with a lithe body, wide hips, taut round breasts, and pair of strikingly athletic legs. No matter what else she might be wearing, those legs would invariably end in a set of tall, noisy heel-less hoof-shoes. Not only do these shoes force the girl to stand straight and tall, with backside thrust out and chest arched for all to admire, they are also very noisy and uncomfortable.

However, all one has to do is look at this girl to see that whoever dressed her did not prioritize comfort. She has obviously undergone major modifications, not least among them a sweeping hourglass figure and a tightly over-enhanced set of tits on her chest. Bouncy and unnaturally round, the girl's upright posture made them stand all the prouder. That tiny midsection in particular made her look weak and fragile; narrowed enough to make a lifetime corset-wearer jealous, a large man could almost clasp his hands around that tiny waist. As if to mock her further, that miniscule middle flared out toward a stunning set of lush, wide hips! Cladding it all, those tight fetish costumes made certain that every loud, clopping step she took set those curves bouncing and swaying, whether she liked it or not.

Her face was clearly altered in much the same fashion: almost impossibly feminine, with strong features, large eyes, with permanent mascara, and a wild shock of red hair. Her lips, also tattooed a permanent cherry-red, have been puffed to almost comical proportions, into a permanently pouting cupid's bow more suited to a blowup doll than a cultured lady.

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Contrasting her strikingly pretty, feminine face and vivid hair, this girl is socially timid. This shyness hardly seems in keeping with the unusual attire she wears, but it is clear that she has undergone more than a mere enhancement of her figure. Most blatant was the endowment of she-dick where a clitoris would normally be. Though it was of modest size it was always noticeable, and whether bared for all to see or clad in one of its skin-tight coverings, it was intensely sensitive and prone to arousal from the slightest of provocations. There were no testicles - merely the plump, moist camel-toe and a tight-slitted labia behind it which marked her as a dual-sexed futa-girl.

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What is the story of this strange girl? It would be difficult to say. She appears to have undergone some form of conditioning, or perhaps she is cursed. Regardless of her desires, she finds herself strongly compelled to wear nothing other than her revealing costumes and painful hoof-shoes.

Encircling her throat is a gleaming choker, one piece and apparently un-removable. Emblazoned on its front in a script far more elegant than what it depicted, were the words "Dickgirl Ponyslut. " Besides being a source of embarrassment, the choker has magical properties! Enchantments keep the girl in a nearly perpetual state of arousal, forcing her body to produce cum non-stop. Indeed, she is oftentimes so pent-up that she ends up devoting several hours a night to stroking or sucking off her own cock, just to relieve some of the pent-up lust. She frequently has a tired, sleepless look in her eyes as she wanders about.

Burdened with this magic which keeps her aroused virtually round the clock, she tends to hang around the sleazier clubs and brothels of the city, where she can tend to her own throbbing frustration.