Fuck it! you’re not gonna throw away the first good thing that’s happened to you all day, so you tell yourself to man up and go meet her. Right now… for sure…

…Right… you now remember dating isn’t really your forte, and glancing back at the mare shows she’s still watching from her corner booth, making you flush and quake in your seat.  Looking on the opposite direction, the tall glass is still there gathering condensation, and you could really use all the liquid courage you can muster.

Taking the drink in both hands you bring it to your lips, clueless as what to expect from it.

The taste is otherworldly compared to the stuff you’ve been chugging, sweet and tangy with berry notes, the liquid easing the burning sensation in your throat all the way down. Closing your eyes you continue to drink, a warm fuzzy feeling enveloping you, and almost as soon as it started the glass is empty, leaving you so refreshed.

You muster a quiet “…wow…” while staring down the glass, who knew a single drink could make such difference? Feeling better you finally get onto your hooves, almost stumbling as your knees are surprisingly wobbly. Still you manage to steady yourself and begin making your way to her, but with every step doubts start to bubble up again, breaking through the temporary calm.

\*She’s really out of your league\*, comes to mind as you’re about there, eyes shifting aside to avoid hers.

\*What am I even supposed to say?\*

The whispers of the crowd begin to take a more sinister tone; surely they must be talking about you.

 \*Is this a prank?\*

 \*…Am I gonna get robbed?\*

\*I’m just going to screw it anyways…\*

By the time you sit across from the mare you’re already panicking, wishing for something, anything, to come to mind.

"What is a beautiful establishment like you doing in a woman like this? And I wish I was that drunk but we’re making progress."

You’ve already regretted everything before even finishing the sentence, and once you’re done you just slam your forehead into the table with a groan, hands held on the back of your neck while you wish for a sinkhole to open up and take you, seat and all.

Instead you feel something warm envelope your head, a strong hand coming down and gently grasping around your skull, an easy task for its size. Her voice is melodic as she chuckles, petting you all the while. “Ah, don’tcha worry sweetheart, I’ve heard plenty of corny pick up lines before, nothing to be ashamed of”

You just let a sigh while letting her continue “Aw, having a hard day? Well just look up here and let good ol’ Cass take care of ya” She brings her hand around to cup your head from beneath and slowly lift your gaze to her own, however your eyes fail to remain focused on hers, as you truly take in the mare’s appearance for the first time.

Her strong features are smoothed by the gentle look on her eyes and that soft smile across her lips, with a lustrous black coat and mane swept over to her left, the darkness broken only by her hazel eyes and a glint from a barbell pierced over her right eyebrow. The ease with which she handles you indicates great strength, likely a draft horse you guess, clearly having the size to be one as she towers over you even while seated.

But what really catches you off-guard creating a knot in your throat is her chest, two massive mounds spill over the table like a pair of water balloons, round, perky and with the slightest bit of jiggle accompanying her every breath.  It’s almost hard to believe, being bigger than your own head by the looks of it. You do wonder for a moment if they’re fake, having heard whispers online of people who had gone under such extreme body mods, it couldn’t have been cheap to say the least.

As you continue to stare it becomes clear the black sheen of her chest is not cloth, but her coat, she’s only wearing a fishnet top while two large black circles cover where here areolas would be, some kind of pasties, you guess. You didn’t know this place has such a lax dress code, but to be fair you just stumbled towards the closest place that sold alcohol, no further questions asked.

The mare, Cass as she called herself; seemed more than happy to let you ogle to your heart’s content, only intervening when the drool started to run from the corner of your mouth. She used a finger to close your slack jaw, a smile on her lips. “Glad ya like the goods… but maybe we could have a talk too? What’s your name little buck?”

That finally snaps you out of it, jumping back you sink into the seat, shivering “I-I—I’m….Elliot!” you manage to get out, reflexively putting up your hand for a shake. She just goes along, her larger hand enveloping yours and giving a vigorous shake “Well, glad to meet ya El, I’m Cassandra, but you can just call me Cass” you can’t help but notice how this makes her breasts shake too.  “So, what has a lad like you so down in the dumps? You don’t see someone drowning themselves in booze that often around here”

You had almost forgot why you were here in the first place with how awestruck the mare had left you, but her mentioning it makes the wave of emotions hit you once more, this time unable to stop the tears form welling up in your eyes. She seems to quickly notice, grabbing around your shoulder and swiftly pulling you right up to her side before you have a chance to hide your face in shame. “Shh… it’s ok… just breathe in… and let it out...”

You had no chance of stopping her and before you knew it your face was buried in one of those soft mounds, taking a deep breath as she held you close. The reaction was almost immediate; her scent calling back memories of freshly washed laundry drying in the sun, huddling in a pillow fort of your making, feeling just so… safe. Had you been in a clearer state of mind you would question the uncanny nature of the woman, surely this wasn’t natural, but your broken down spirit wanted nothing more than indulge, and the barely there fishnet did nothing to stop you for burying yourself into her pillowy flesh and silky smooth fur.

Had you not been so busy kneading into her breast to take in more of her you might have noticed the knowing look on her face, as if all of this wasn’t a random encounter, but routine, expected even. It was easy for her to get onto her hooves next, holding you up to her side cradled like and infant and walk towards the bar. She exchanged a couple of words with the bartender before being handed a keycard and disappearing up a flight of stairs that lied behind a closed curtain. The bartender herself not batting an eye to the scene unfolding before their eyes, as if this was all just normal business for them.

You continued to be completely unaware of the situation at hand until Cass finally pulled you away from her bosom and deposited you on a large bed covered in velvet drapes. Taking a second to take in your surroundings it all seemed like a standard hotel room for the most part, albeit furnished in crimson and pink tones all over. “Uhmm…. I.. wha?”  Trying to for a coherent sentence seemed beyond your grasp for the moment as you turned your attention back to Cass.

Who in turn had her back turned to you as she worked a zipper running down her back, giving you also a glimpse at her only other visible article of clothing, a knee length shiny black leather skirt.  Soon she was peeling of that fishnet top and turning to face you, which honestly did little to change her appearance, the thing barely visible to begin with. But now you had a look at her chest unrestrained by the table, which remained just as inviting, with almost no sagging to speak of despite what must have been a hefty weight behind each breast.

“Like what ya see, cutie?” she did a little pose to show off her body, plump in all the right places, with a little chub hiding the underlying powerful frame that the mare had. “See… you can say I have an eye for people in need… the kind who have been beaten down by life and are in need of a pick me up… and for that I got _these_!” Cass emphasizing the last part by lifting her breasts and letting them drop and bounce, your eyes glued to her every motion.

“And so… tonight you’ll get to do **_all_** you want with my bouncy friends… “ she added sitting by your side on the bed, “As long as you’re ok with that… little buck” the proposition seemed almost unreal, sure it sounded like she was just having pity on you, but on the other hand you just desperately  wanted to have her back on your grasp.

“O-Of course!” you managed to get out, already trying to close the distance between the two crawling on your hands and knees towards Cass.  She quickly stopped you by placing a finger on your nose and lightly pushing you back. “Good boy, now… before you just jump me El… sit back and watch the show” Her tone was still just as sweet and caring, but despite every muscle crying out for you to do just that and tackle her you could not defy her command, sitting back down and shivering from the anticipation.

Said show soon began as Cass worked her hands all over her breasts,  kneading, rubbing, lifting and tugging at her soft flesh, her breath slowly picking up pace as she worked herself up. You in turn were simply entranced by her erotic display, buzzing with a mix of need and excitement. However this was not just to get both into the proper mood, as all the while the two black pasties still covered what must have been saucer sized areolas; her ministrations becoming more focused on the area around her nipples as time went by until her fingers slipped beneath the black circles and began to pull…

And continued to pull for far longer than it should have been needed, her efforts accompanied by very clear moans of pleasure. Soon the truth became visible, those were **not** pasties, in fact she was pulling what looked like very large black butt plugs out of her nipples.  With a groan and a wet plop with pair finally came free, covered in clear fluid and revealing her dark brown inverted nipples, just as large as you imagined.

She took just a second to regain her composure, dropping the plugs on the bed and moving her hands to show of her revealed assets, using two right fingers to stretch open one her nipples, inviting you to look into her depths.

“So, what’s it gonna be cutie? I’m all for the taking…”

You simply stared back, having no words to respond to such display, while the biggest hard on you’ve ever had strained your pants threatening to break free.

**PROMPT:** An invitation you cannot refuse

Cassandra had more surprises in store that you could ever imagine, now with all bare for you to take, what are you going to do with this gift? You could take the time to explore her chest in more detail before daring to put your meat in her nipples, or you could forego the strange openings and focus on that intoxicating coat and scent.  Any other combination of actions is possible too.