Name: Ricky Joust
Species: Pony
Height: Just over 4 feet
Weight: Surprisingly Light
Sex: Male (on first look). Cunt-boy once uncovered


    While decidedly a bit more equine than human, unlike the more common horselings sometimes seen in the realms, this little guy still runs about upon two hooves rather than four. His figure was quite the odd combination, though not unheard of. Narrow of shoulders, he still have a somewhat toned, athletic look about him, his arms lined with lithe muscles, the barest hint of definition upon his flat chest and narrow midriff.

      From there, the little equine's figure takes a dramatic turn. While horses are known for their ability to run almost effortlessly, that alone could not explain the ample swell of the little guy's hips. His slim waist blooms into a wide bell, leading down to plump thighs, generously padded before they bend down into his ungulate legs. His dark chestnut coat broken up before giving way to a dirty white down to his hooves, which are a dully glossy black and unshod. Like his legs, his lower arms give the appearance of white gloves, their fur matching his legs.

    From behind, his ample hips conspire to grace the guy's figure with quite the large rump. His thick thighs meet into two tightly pressed globes, crowned with his short, wrapped tail. With every step, those mounds give a slight quiver and bounce, barely covered by the green loincloth he has draped from his belt, the leather tucked just under his tail.

    A somewhat shy, but friendly little fellow, he'd introduce himself as Ricky, his voice soft and rather boyish. His long black hair, matching his tail, often draped over his shoulder, pointy ears peeking up from the mess of his mane. His coat was often somewhat dirty, lest he was recently washed, giving him the look of one used to getting knocked about and dealing with rough treatment.

    His shy demeanor might be due to what's hidden under his green loincloth. Or rather, what isn't hidden under there. Those with a nose for such things (particularly other equines) might notice the little guy has a rather odd scent about him. More like some fertile mare than some young could really should smell. It's a heady, warm musk that often causes a ruckus should the little guy ever pass by the stables. Sure enough, if one were to catch the short little equine naked, or simply disrobe him themselves, they'd find no proud stallion sheath nor sack. In their place, barely hidden under the poor guy's musky bush, were the pouty petals of a mare twat...

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Favorites:
    Herms, Shemales, Futas
    Other Equines/Horselings
    Horse-cock
    Rough, painful breeding
    Size-difference
    Impregnation/Pregnancy
    'Innocent' abuse
    Rape/Non-con    

Likes:
    Extreme penetration
    Vaginal
    Anal
    Gaping
    Prolaps
    Throat-fucking
    Cum-Inflation
    Excessive cum
    Unusual cum
    Being called 'girlfriend' or 'wife'
    Dress-up
    Teased by females
    Watersports (picky)
    Non-con to con (long-term only)


Maybes:
    Being treated like a slave/pet
    Other fembois/cunt-bois
    Animals (mostly equines maybe)
    Spanging/Whips/Paddles

Nos:
    Males
    Scat
    Blood-play
    Undead/Vampires
    Bugs/Robots/Plants
    Oozes/Slimes/Rubber characters
    Extreme bondage