Hi,

Following on from Altia's lovely thigh grab we have a beauty shot of her great (tall) equine physiotherapist-slash-team doctor girlfriend ETHEL HAAUGARD (how-gart) drawn by the ever amazing  greasymojo who I asked could pose her in a doorway that definitely wouldn't fit her. Though she's looking down, a picture soon will show that she's not fixing eyes with someone...
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She had not been musical in her entire life, and yet Ethel's nervous taps with her pen composed a nervous symphony all the same. An appointment was an appointment was an appointment. She had been here on time, fifteen minutes early and twenty five minutes ago and yet she hadn't seen any sign of that towering figure in the window driving that exorbitant mega-vehicle. Ethel scoffed, a good bike was all she needed but obviously that wasn't enough for Altia. Ethel wrinkled her nose at the kangaroo's lateness before continuing her waiting, Her thoughts turned to that kangaroo, despite her lateness, despite her tardiness Ethel could only imagine her tight abdominals and the oak barrel-thick thighs, and her...

Daydreams were a welcome change from fantasising about an empty room, of that kangaroo strolling in and controlling her, of her towering muscular frame and the kisses that resulting from admiring her. That massive figure simply existing in the same space she did, how that towering, beautiful giant would command her attention and her worship. How her tail would act individually of her body sometimes, how she'd be bound by it.

Knock knock knock

It almost took her by surprise but Ethel, with a grin she could barely suppress, realised her huge girlfriend had arrived. The knock knock confirmed it, simply by how 'up' the door she knocked. Ethel stood, straightening her doctor's uniform soon to be messed up anyway, and went to the door. "Hi, beautiful," she slurred, possibly a few drinks short of a full mind. Altia stood a few feet back and many feet taller. Perfection, in an Olympic way. Ethel gulped as the even taller form of her girlfriend strolled in, cocksure and and scraping the ceiling. A sculpture made of muscle and power, Ethel fell apart in that kangaroo's gaze.
"Hi, sexy," Alita noticed Ethel on the floor, straddling over her like a bridge over a river. "Mind if I destroy you?"
"Uhh," the lesbian Ethel couldn't say any more, and surrendered herself physically in that moment to the trim 'roo who towered over even her.
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Art:  greasymojo
Ethel:  solidness

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