Drow? Check! Enormous horse-man from the plane of Elysium? Check! A unique pairing between two lovers producing a rather unusual offspring? Check! Look at that, you have a pony-girl!  And not just any pony-girl, you've got yourself an Emmanuelle!

As a woman of such unusual heritage, Emma often found herself at the brunt of many a cruel joke. Indeed, it was years before she ever stomached the courage to leave her adoptive home for so much as a visit to a near by village. And so, it was no small wonder that with time the equine figure chose to flee her home and find herself wandering past the walls of Sinifer; a city famous for accepting all manner of freak and odd ball. Perhaps here, if anywhere, she might just find a place to call her own.

Emmanuelle is a being of rather massive proportions. She stands nearly seven feet tall and weighs in at a hefty three hundred pounds! Heavy as she was, Emma was expectantly curvacious, but not necessarily overweight. A pleasantly pliant layer of fatty tissue covered the whole of her body, and would mask an otherwise solid core. This excess of weight could be largely explained, of course, if only due to the sheer size of the woman's bosom. Reaching a scale of near comical proportions, Emma's chest provided too much flesh for even her own rather massive hands. An individual might just found themselves gleefully lost in her cleavage for days on end, if only for the sheer bounty of such fleshy offerings.

If one might have the will power to tear their gaze from such an inviting display of flesh, the next feature of note would surely be the woman's face. She was the very picture of loveliness, albeit a rather exotic one at that. With ivory colored hair, and skin torn from the darkness of night, one would be hard pressed to find similar beauty, save in the depths of the caves the drow elves called home. A small nose sat neatly between two shimmering sapphire hued irises, and just above a pair of luscious, painted lips. The very notion that so lovely a woman had gone nearly her whole life without so much as a kiss finding those lips was criminal indeed!

Pulling from her face, and doing the best not to get trapped by her bosom once again, the eyes would encounter the relatively featureless expanse of her abdomen. Here, as the rest of her, lay a pleasant layer of fat held over a well muscled core leaving her a little on the pudgy side, and of course, very curvy. Those curves would give way to wide, if not child bearing, hips. Odd, considering what lay just below.

A stop further downward on this erratic elevator viewing would see one's eye drawn to what was to some, a terrifying sight. Massive to a scale beyond lewdness was the far too masculine shape of an equine sheath tucked betwixt Emmanuelle's all too shapely thighs. The leathery sheath alone was enough to suggest ludicrous proportions, but only in arousal would the true horror of her endowment be displayed. In truth, the poor pony-girl was often deemed too large, for she would give even her four-legged kin a run for their money. Indeed, she might just put all but the largest of breeds to shame! Of course, notable mention goes to the hefty swell of her testicles that lay just below; each the size of a large grapefruit, and undoubtedly ripe with fertile bounty.

Curving around to her backside, was an offering perhaps a bit more pleasant to view to some. The excessive proportions of her rather massive frame were apparent in her backside as well. Full, and inviting, the fleshy hemispheres masked the taught offering that lay just between with ease. As with the rest of her body, either mound of flesh, while pleasantly plump, lay over solid musculature, offering a certain firmness to any hand that might chance a squeeze.

Next stop, the legs! It was here that her equine heritage was exemplified most. Aside from the beastly protrusion laying between them, of course! Thick, corded muscles flexed and trembled with every step taken. That was, until the ebon hued flesh blended into the boot-like offerings of ivory hued fur that covered the lower portions of her thighs and beyond. Flesh blended seamlessly into an almost silken offering of horse-like hair that traveled down the remainder of her rather peculiarly shaped legs. Emma, as it turned out, had the rather unique pleasure of walking not on humanoid feet, but rather, to find herself perched atop a single hoofed toe. The misconception of having awkward bends in her legs was instead simply the anatomy of a horse. Should one press themselves up to the tips of their toes, they might just see similar structures between knee, heel, and toe on themselves!

OOC Ramblings/Traffic lights
And there you have it, a rickety, erratic elevator view of a towering equine not-quite-a-lady. Hopefully the ride was enjoyable enough!

RED:
Scat, vore, pedophilia, excessive violence, needless pvp. If something questionable comes up, just ask.

YELLOW:
Nothing really. Ask if wishing something questionable.

GREEN:
Everything that comes with playing an oversized pony-girl! Size play is a favorite, large insertions, excessive displays of orgasmic delight, and so many more! The lesson to be learned here is to ask questions, or be spontaneous. We're all here for role playing after all.