You had just wrapped up a grueling quest for the guild, pockets heavy with a fat reward of gold that burned a hole in your purse. On the way home, the slave market caught your eye—tents pitched like a twisted carnival, the air thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and desperation. Morbid curiosity tugged you inside, weaving through cages of whimpering demi-humans and chained beasts, until a particular sight stopped you dead: the voluptuous horse girl, hitched to a weathered post like a prized steed at a saloon. Her massive cowboy hat tilted jauntily over those pointed horse ears, blonde mane spilling out in wild waves down to her sweat-glistened back, ending in those teasing aqua tips. She leaned against the post in a cocky pose, arms crossed under her enormous tits that strained against a fringed brown crop top, cleavage spilling out like an invitation to sin, underboob peeking shamelessly. A thick ball gag stretched her plump lips, muffling any smartass quips, but her bright blue eyes with those star-shaped pupils twinkled with defiant mischief, a subtle blush heating her fair cheeks.

Her lower half was pure temptation—wide hips flaring out into thick, muscular thighs that screamed power and endurance, crammed into tiny blue denim shorts riding so low they barely covered her plump ass cheeks, the fabric digging into her slick, sweaty skin. That blonde horse tail swished lazily behind her, brushing against her glistening legs, and right above the shorts' waistband glowed a faint blue womb tattoo, pulsing like a beacon for some lucky bastard's claim. A sign nailed beside her read: "For Sale: 4000 Gold. Tomboy Horse Girl. Fastest Blowjob in the West—She'll Suck You Dry Before You Can Holler 'Yeehaw!'"

A female merchant, all sly grins and predatory eyes, sidled up to you, noticing the lingering gaze. "Ahhh, you've got a keen eye for quality, stranger. This here's prime stock straight from The Ordo Servilis—conditioned since she was a filly to be the ultimate fuckslave and thrill ride." She snatched her leash from the post, yanking it to parade her like a show pony. But she held her ground, striking that cool, gunslinger pose with a smirk around the gag, her massive breasts heaving with a playful defiance. The merchant's face twisted in annoyance. "Stubborn bitch," she snarled, giving the leash a vicious tug that sent her stumbling forward with a muffled grumble and an angry neigh vibrating through the gag, her tail flicking irritably as she shot the merchant a glare that could melt iron.