The female costume is a mixture of brown and cream, running your hand across the mane the hair feels surprisingly authentic. The zipper looks inviting and without second thought as to why you hastily undress before climbing on in.
The fit is snugger than you originally thought seeming to stretch and tighten to fit your body. Only your groin feels slightly uncomfortable pressed firmly against your body. Give a momentary pulse of pleasure.
Once inside and properly fitted the zipper closes of its own accord. "What the?" You ask quizzically, trying to reach back but the suit makes it next to impossible. You will need someone's help. . .
It's then you hear the door to the stables opening, the heavy footfalls of hooves trotting in your direction. Shit. Had you forgotten to lock the door again.
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