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Pink hesitated before the wooden door. She took a deep breath. Then she stood straight and projected as much confidence as she could. To say she was nervous was an understatement. Pink wanted to do well. She had already gone to the trouble of dolling herself up. Makeup, clothes, she even tied her mane back. The mare was nearly unrecognizable.

Deciding she was as prepared as she was going to get, Pink pushed open the wooden door and waltzed into the hotel room.

The mare's every step created a subtle boom on the shaggy carpet. The sway of her tail created a whooshing sound like a billowing flag. Her enormous eyes focusing down on him came with an exciting and oppressive weight. Yet Anon managed to sit still on the edge of the bed as the huge pony came towards him. When she stopped her shadow bathed him in darkness. She was so big...

"I take it you are Sir Anon?" she asked with a flippant arch of a brow.

"Yes ma'am," the human who could have easily fit under one of her hooves replied politely.

Pink snorted dismissively. Her eyes narrowed. She oozed pride and control. "Then strip," she commanded simply.

Anon gulped before jumping to his feet to comply. He then set a new personal speed record for getting out of his clothes. Now naked in front of the mare he cringed with embarrassment, but made no attempt to cover himself. As ordered. Meanwhile Pink was struggling not to giggle at Anon's eagerness. It was important to maintain appearances for the client. So she buried her amusement behind her dominatrix persona. She wanted to fulfill his little fantasy after all, not laugh at it.

Snorting once, Pink rolled her eyes dramatically. "Not bad. I guess good pets deserve treats."

Lazily, the towering mare shuffled around until her backside was facing the bed. Anon immediately took the opportunity to stare at her ass. Then Pink began to wag her tail. The man dutifully watched, careful never to miss a glimpse of her pussy. It could have swallowed him whole...

Pink glanced back curiously, trying to gauge the client's reaction. He looked happy so she allowed herself to smirk. But how would she ramp things up from here?

"Hey, you don't mind if I make myself more comfortable do you?" she asked somewhat dismissively. "I know some mares love socks, but they always make me itchy." She wasn't entirely role-playing that line either. She really did want to get out of these silly striped socks.

Pink didn't wait for him to reply and simply took a seat.

Anon could only fall backward as the mare's enormous ass came crashing down on him. It was so plush and warm despite how it threatened to snuff out his existence. This was the best purchase of his life!

Author's Note

Sigh. If only the real world had giant mare's for hire. Though this was originally inspired by a short story about an arranged marriage between a giantess and a man, I decided to flip the relationship around. Why? No reason. I hope you enjoyed!