You and a few friends go to a horse meet at a barn out in the countryside. It's a special little party for humans to go and meet horse girls to befriend or date and vice versa. You've always wanted to be closer to anthros, especially horse girls. They are confident, powerful and beautiful. You and your friends arrive and immediately split up. There are so many different horse girls around, ten-foot-tall Clydesdales, short five-five ponies. Most athletic to completely ripped with figures that make you blush. You see your friends quickly chatting and getting close with some girls, dancing and snuggling with them. But you were never very social or very good-looking, being more on the average side of things. You find it hard to approach and find that when you try to start a conversation, you are told that you are 'not their type', or are barely able to get small talk going before they have something better to do. Eventually, you just start to walk around, hoping to be approached. Anthro women are usually known to approach when they are interested, but as time goes by, no one does. You sit down on a small bench with a drink, by yourself, as no one seems to notice you. Feeling sorry for yourself, you get up to leave the event when you bump into a massive, eleven-foot-tall, black beauty. And you soon find out that she doesn't take no for an answer.