In this pony girl form you feel even more exposed than other nights. It wasn't a detail you considered until now, but for comfort the tail peeks out above the skirt, or in the case of a stallion above the trousers.
It just feels like your ass is already half on display and the too-short skirt is about to fall off.
Another feature you didn't spot in the lab was the hooves you now have instead of feet. In the lab it wasn't obvious, but every move you make the steady clopping brings it home to you that you are now less than human.
You pull at your skimpy top, which bulges from your generous breasts. Your nipples object to the cold of the air, and the tiny jacket on top of that is purely ornamental. You feel sure that it wouldn't even zip closed.
"Hey sweet-thang." a voice startles you from your thoughts.
You turn and find your self face to chest with a very muscular man. He reeks of pheromones, and you flush nervously. You have to tilt your head back to look at his face. It is framed by a very long mullet, but at this particular moment you don't feel like taking the piss about his hair style.
"You look powerful cold for a night like this." he puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close.
Instantly you feel warmer, you feel flushed and very flustered.
Automatically you put your hand around his waist, and give his ass a playful squeeze. It is expected after all. But what isn't expected is when your hand brushes against his tail.
This man is a pony boy, and you try to control your racing mind, as it immediately wonders if he is 'in proportion' for his height.
You sincerely hope Bill is paying good attention, as this might be a very good night.
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