Lucky

Race: Horseling (pony breed)

Gender: Male, believe it or not

Height: 3'9"

Weight: Lite enough for it not to matter.

Build: Soft, toned, and feminine.

Fur/tail: Dapple grey.

Scent: Oddly mare-like.


    Horselings are no uncommon sight around here, even the more diminutive ones. At first glance, it would appear this rather short individual is one of the mares. That is, till one looks a bit closer.

    Named Lucky (for some reason), they sure look a lot like a little mare. While slightly muscled, they're not bulging by any means, more lean and delicate by far. Narrow shoulders and flared hips all point to a member of the fairer horse sex. It would seem perfectly reasonable, were it not for the little packaged held snuggly between those soft thighs.

    He lacks the more defining features to be considered a shemale, that's for sure. This little pony boy fitting squarely on the 'girly' side of the gender ruler. From his rounded face with it's large, curious eyes and short, messy blonde hair, to his narrow and smooth shoulders, his arms ending in rather delicate fingers. His chest shows no real definition of pecs, nor the ample mounds common to mares. If anything, it's a bit in between, his chest soft enough to the touch, even graced by plump little nipples, despite the nearly flat appearance.

    His smooth belly leads down to the horseling's hips. They bulge outwards, rounded and ample, giving the girly colt a slight wiggle as he walks. The motion just seems to exaggerate how much more feminine than masculine he is. The soft, short dapple grey fur of his more equine limbs covering him from waist to hoof. Those soft flanks of his lightly peppered with darker spots, which continue back, all the way over his rather generous rear.

    Rounded and bubble-like, most of the little guy's plumpness seems to be situated there. It sure does look like a mare's rump, and the enticing jiggle it gives with every step of his small hooves just advertizes that fact even more. Above that posh posterior, his tail dangles, the long, silky grey hairs sprouting from a little red wrap of ribbon. It helps to keep his tail up and out of the way. Out of the way of exactly what, is a question open for debate.

    His legs continue downwards, clearly more equine than humanoid, ending in little hooves shrouded with rather fluffy fetlocks. But what's more attractive might be the little pouch hugged between his thighs. Hung like a horse, he clearly isn't. To be fair, when seen uncovered, it is very horse-like in appearance. Just not in mass. Maybe six inches hard, he'd be average if he were human. Amongst his own kind, it's barely large enough to even be considered a stallion. The smooth, grey sack resting under his sheath likewise petite and tender.

    He often keeps it wrapped up, covered in soft cotton. Is he confused over just who's underpants he's wearing? Or does he just not care? He's slipped on a pair of panties, the only garment of clothes he seems to be bothered to put on. Far from struggling with his small, masculine bits, the fabric wraps easily around it, snuggling around his sack before it disappears in back, the soft cloth vanishing between her ample cheeks. It doesn't cover much back there, but it does manage to hide the horseling's tail pucker, at least mostly. A keen eye could still make it out, even with those panties pressed tightly over it. Uncovered, and the little hole looks inviting. Wrinkled and plump, the little ring is tightly puckered, a tender little lump between those soft grey cheeks.

    He's a bit odd, though rather cute in a silly, almost tomboy sort of way. But what might strike some as most odd, was the colt's scent. Did Lucky somehow get lucky with a mare recently? Doubtful, but how else would one explain the rather strong, pungent scent of mare clinging to him? Whoever she was, the mare must have been very desperate for a mate, the scent left on the colt smelling as if that mare was at the height of her seasonal heat...

UPDATE: 7/2/2014
He's suddenly found himself married! Sorta. Kinda. Raven Driftmoon has claimed the girly colt as her wife. And the relationship already seems to be a rough one for the little guy. He seems a bit shorter than before to those that know him, and what was once just a distinct mare-scent has become a powerful, fertile musk that fills the air around him.

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REDS: Men, poop, vore, blood, mind-control, torture, bondage, calling me a pedo cause I'm short and cute.

Yellows: Women (if I'm in the mood, sure! Just ask).

GREENS: Herms, Shemales, Size-play, big cocks, big breasts, anal, oral, lots of cum, rough sex, painful sex.

FAVES: Huge cocks, huge penetrations, extreme stretching, gaping, cum-inflation, pregnancy, m-preg, being treated like a broodmare, scent-marking, rape, damaging sex, being conditioned to accept rape.

Wants: To be taken in and bred by a herm/shemale much larger than myself, preferably another horseling. To be used like a real mare and have her foals, and to be shown I'm only good for being her broodmare. (Send me a tell if you'd like to talk more about this!)

Detailed List of kinks found here!
https://www.f-list.net/c/lucky%20nwn

People who like to cry 'Pedo!' at the sight of any character who isn't 6 feet tall are idiots.
Idiots I've had to deal with
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Ares
Dong of Harmony