You started your journey as a human, but you’ve become an alicorn-morph over the course of your adventures. You’re a good 7 feet tall by ancient imperial measurements and 2.13 meters in the more accepted metric system. Right now, you’re wearing a suit of armor constructed from an active gray goo, using a set of stockings and panties for underwear, and girding your upper body with a bra designed in mind for honeypot-myr.
Your suit of armor is silvery-gray, with an appearance of smooth, tight latex and has a Steele Tech logo emblazoned on each shoulder. Across the surface, the suit is patterned with a grid of hexagonal tiles. Overall, it has a crystalline shine to it, adopted from an encounter with a ganrael. The outfit itself is completely closed, much like a body suit should be.
Your face is almost entirely equine in appearance, even having fur. Underneath the fur, you believe you have dark blue skin. Overall, your visage has a jaw-droppingly feminine shape with impossibly large lips and long, beautiful eyelashes. Like twinkling beacons, glowing amber eyes seem to draw the attention of everyone around you. The knee-length, glowing gold mane on your head parts around a pair of very horse-like ears that grow up from your head. Your mouth contains a tongue. A slender ivory horn extends from your forehead, 13-inches long with a spiral pattern of ridges and grooves up its length, giving it a graceful appearance.
You have a humanoid upper body with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers, mostly covered in a layer of white fur, and a pair of white wings adorn your back, feathered like a dove’s and big enough to be worn like a cloak when folded over your body. They’re strong enough to glide with, but nice and soft to the touch. Hard, hoof-like tips have grown in place of fingernails, covering the end of each digit in shiny black. You can still feel through them all the same. You have incredibly waspish, cow-like hips that swell disproportionately wide on your lithe frame, and your plush, ginormous tush is obscenely large, bordering freakish, and makes it difficult to run. To highlight your vulgarity, a tattoo is permanently printed on your lower back, advertising how much of a slut you are to anyone who sees it. A long glowing gold horsetail hangs from your seam-destroying keister, smooth and shiny. Your legs are muscled and jointed oddly, covered in fur, and end in a pair of bestial hooves. Your six pack is rock-hard, shaped by a good diet, steady conditioning, or both.
You have two honey-stuffed tits, capped with one thumb-sized lipple each. The plump, quite massive, purple lips that you have in place of areolae could easily be parted to allow something stiff and hard inside your sensitive chest-based passages. Despite the uncomfortable fullness, you are at ease - you know your enhanced udders will never stop lactating, no matter what. Unfortunately, a bit of honey leaks out onto your a bra designed in mind for honeypot-myr... Maybe you should invest in a maternity bra? You could easily fill a hyper N-cup bra.
Your sexual equipment is located at your humanoid waist. Where a penis would normally be located, you have instead grown a pair of stallion-pricks:
Your first phallus is 30.5 inches long and 7.6 inches thick. It’s black in color and laced with thick veins. The ‘head’ of your shaft flares proudly, just like a horse’s.
The second horse-cock is 31 inches long and 7.8 inches thick. It’s black in color and laced with thick veins. The ‘head’ of your shaft flares proudly, just like a horse’s.
Each of your manhoods naturally retract into an animalistic sheath when completely flaccid.
A fuzzy cum-packed sack filled with a pair of baseball-sized nuts swings low under your pair of super hot phalluses. You estimate each testicle to be about eight inches around and 2.5 inches across.
You have a black, equine pussy, with one 0.8-inch clit. Thick streams of amber honey drool constantly from your pump-fattened, equine slit. The exterior lips are fat and swollen. They could easily be described as rubbery, and they often shine with a wet sheen, regardless of your arousal. When you’re aroused, you’re told that they wink. The whole thing is ridiculously puffy and lush, a result of repeated use of a pussy pump. Even under clothing, it generates a considerable camel-toe.
You have one pucker, placed between your cheeks where it belongs with occasional beads of lubricant dripping from the orifice every so often. Your soft donut of a pucker protrudes obscenely, almost like a miniature pubic mound that rubs against your buns with every step you take.
Nova wiggles around your body, making you aware of her presence.