A Centaur

You can't imagine how you didn't see her earlier as the centaur is revealed to you, towering over you as she shyly steps along the sidewalk towards you.

Her upper half is completely human, save for her furry pointed ears, with long blonde hair, large blue eyes and a beautiful face. Her arms are slender but toned, and the sleeveless white blouse that she wears is stretched to it limits by her massive bust. You try not to stare at the gravity-defying mounds that wobble softly with each of her steps, but each breast looks to be at least the size of your head.

Below her waist, she wears a tailored skirt that covers her lower half and comes half way down her legs, but it obvious that she has the lower half of a well-muscled mare, her exposed horse legs covered in a thin coat of chestnut fur, and a tail exposed at the back of her skirt that matches the blonde hair on her head.

She nods to you, a serious look on her face. "Hello. My name is Centorea Shianus." Her eyes flit bashfully to the side before she looks back to you and adds, "Though as you will be my host here, you may call me Cerea, as my family does."

You turn to ask the agent how you're supposed to keep a giant horse woman in your house, but as you turn to where she was standing, you see her van pull out and speed down the street, leaving you alone with the solemn centaur.