"Come down here and say that, bitch!"

Name: Falibella
Nicknames: Fali, Bella, Fa-Fa (to her 'friends)
Species: Miniature Pony
Height: 4 foot flat
Weight: Fuck off, faggot!
Sex: Hermaphrodite


    She's always been unusually short and rotund, even for a pony. This probably goes a long way to explain this little firebrand's attitude. Having to grow up enduring the barbs and slings of other equines, targeting her because of her diminutive height and ample pudge. It left the filly with quite the tawdry and rapacious attitude. But also quite the tenacious constitution. Like an old pair of leather boots, she's rough and foul, but tough as nails and just as pointy.

    The pony never grew up much, least in regard to her height. At a height that would never be considered intimidating, except to perhaps a halfling, her figure is still quite ample. Rather than the elegant, athletic physique common to other equines, this pony is quite stout and thick. A generous bust rest atop her soft, plump belly, displaying the thick bulge of her weight. Likewise her hips are wide and zaftig, thick roots sprouting from her wide hooves that lead up to her hefty rear.

    Unlike many other horselings, this pony takes more closely after her more feral relations. Her entire body covered in a thin coat of dark chestnut, complementing the deep crimson of her voluminous mane and tail. From those red locks sprout two long, perky ears that flick and swivel about. From her ice-blue eyes her face elongates far from human-like, a furred muzzle ending in her broad equine nose and plump lips. A feature she rather enjoys bringing directly to the attention of any she manages to charm, whether they wish to entertain those equine lips or not.

    Yes, the chunky pony knows what she likes, and doesn't care if anyone else likes that or not. Foalhood frustrations and angst being let loose perhaps? It doesn't matter to her. She just enjoys the discomfort of others, especially for her own pleasure. And she does have quite a lot that needs pleasured.

    It wasn't just her height and weight that made her a target for childish abuse in her youth. She might have been called a freak. An odd-ball. The 'icky' little filly with the nasty noodle. At least till she got older. Now the colts were all jealous and resentful. The fillies frightened and flustered. One could mistake the pony for having a third leg were she seen in the nude. So fat and overgrown, it couldn't even manage to pull back fully into her plump, straining sheath. So instead, that slab of mare-meat hung well past her own knees, the fat flare often bouncing between her calves. And when it grew turgid and stiff? Well, the first mare thinking herself magnanimous by giving the pony a night in her bed soon found herself in the busy hands of healers. She did eventually walk again, but found herself far too busy nursing two new foals to have time for any other amorous pursuits. Not that Falibella really cared. There's plenty more cunts out there that need to feel what a real cock was like, and wombs that need plunders by the load churning in her ponderous, swollen nuts...