What is it that makes a woman beautiful? For some, the heavy swell of the bosom is all but obligatory. Others might claim eyes or other facets of a woman’s visage as the key features that define loveliness. It is a wonder then, just how far one’s fancy might extend before beauty becomes obscene. Fiona looked as though she were designed to press limitations in all respects and to bleed through the thin divide of beauty and simple vulgarity.  

Fiona reached a towering height of seven feet and two inches. Her skin was of an unusual tint for a being so massive for one would expect to see it on few other beings beyond that of dark elves. Given her size, however, the very notion of elven heritage was easily dismissed. In truth,  her mother (or rather, one of them for she had the unique privilege of claiming two!) was a fiend of equine features pulled from the depths of the nine hells themselves.  

Although born to a mortal mother, Fiona was near a perfect blend of both her parents. Entirely due to paternal influence, she was built as a solid wall of muscle and sinew. Yet, where one might expect not but masculinity, her body was shaped by ample curvature and a very womanly layering of body fat. The rich, provocative plumpness inevitably led her to appear strong and firm yet without true definition in the larger majority of her musculature. This offering of fat was none more apparent than on the simply tremendous globes of flesh that constituted her bosom. Should an individual find themselves daring enough to partake, they would find their fingers and indeed their hand as a whole dwarfed in entirety beneath the gargantuan scope of her mammary flesh. With so much flesh protruding from chest, she might very well look more than a little top heavy if not for the fact that she was truly amazonian in stature. In combination with the grandiose  scale of her bosom, Fiona’s hips were wide to the average, resulting in a rather exaggerated hour glass figure. Of course, with such bountiful hips and so lovely an offering of body fat, one could only predict that this woman would beget the boons of  plentifully filled out derriere.

Plump as she was, Fiona‘s face managed to remain somehow unscathed. Her face, if nothing else, was a lovely feature. Brilliant, almost gem-like eyes sat nestled beneath full, thick eyebrows and a narrow, well groomed brow. Betwixt those glittering irises lay the pert little slope of a relatively thin, but pleasantly rounded nose. Then of course were her lips. Full, ripe and utterly luscious, the tender offering was nothing if not inviting. With a supple pout forever held, she might just find herself daring a perfect stranger for a kiss. The cheeks and indeed the bone structure of her face as a whole held a softness of sorts, perhaps hinting at a distant lineage towards the orient.

Looking beyond stature alone, Fiona was gifted with a number of other more peculiar features of her fiendish lineage. The most obvious of these were her legs. Beginning at the upper reaches of either thigh was a layering of black and coarse, but relatively fine horse fur that blended almost seamlessly into the color of her skin. Progressing further down her legs, the hair would become thicker before ultimately gathering at the ankles in woolen, crimson hued locks that appeared almost as socks upon her furred flesh. Given the nature of her heritage, it would go without saying that those furry legs were digitigrade in nature and terminated in a pair of wide and thankfully supportive hooves.  Furthering the woman’s equine appearance was the placement of a large, partially braided tail stemming from just above the rounded globes of her rear cheeks. The fur of which was the same deep red color that matched both the top of head and the lower portion of her legs.

Nestled none too discretely between the equine’s shapely thighs lay a sheath of positively massive proportions. With but a glance towards the tremendous package, one could surmise that the flesh produced would far surpass any human phallus and perhaps even offer a true stallion something to be jealous of. In the barest moments of arousal, Fiona’s tremendous prick would spill from the relative protection of its leathery sheath resulting in nothing short of a terrifying sight. The true horror, however, lay in true arousal for that mass of surprisingly pliant flesh would rise to heinous proportions. Below that shaft ,and the sheath that protected it, were a pair of expectantly massive testes. Each orb was as large as a small melon, promising a rich and likely potent bounty.

Although the placement of so massive an offering of flesh might dissuade an individual from further pursuit, diligence would provide a further offering of equine bounty. The thick, full nethers of a mare’s cunt lay happily nestled beneath the fullness of her gargantuan testes. Though built to accommodate stallions in truest form, her body knew the strength not only to enjoy, but to truly pleasure even an average sized partner into those delectably sloppy but none the less inviting folds.