Comply

Thinking isn't your strong suit, and so while there's any number of bad things that could happen, you decide to listen to the woman's voice, and sit down in one of the chairs she pointed to. The weight of your large breasts makes your back happy for the support, and you can't help but become slightly aroused, your heavy cock twitching upwards with each heartbeat. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" you ask, your voice sounding weak and quiet inside the room.

The woman finally stands up from her desk, turning to face you. A rush of detail is almost overwhelming, starting with her head. Two tiny horns poke out from the top of her forehead, just below her hairline. Her face can only be described as gorgeous- beautifully shaped, a calm blue color. The left side of her nose is pierced with a small silver ring, and her pink lipstick stands out on her skin.

Moving down, you realize that not only is she wearing a labcoat, she's only wearing the labcoat, the front entirely unbuttoned to reveal her body. Her breasts aren't nearly as large as yours, but are still quite sizable, topped with darker blue areolae. She's quite well curved, with wide hips, and a thin glint of moisture peeks out from between her legs, just under a similarly dark blue slit. The final thing of note is her legs, completely shaved, which end in a hoof instead of a foot.

Her footsteps make loud clopping noises as she makes her way over to where you're sitting. "Well, dear, I work here. My name is Denaria, but you can call me D." Clipboard and pen in hand, she sits down on a chair slightly across from you, jotting down notes, her nail polish the same bright pink as her lipstick. "I've got a few questions for you, and then we can proceed with your examination. For starters," she says, taking her pen from her clipboard and lifting the weight of your sizable dick with it, "where did you get this wonderful tool, and how well can you use it?"