[All three variations are [Public Blowjob] with different tooltips by condition. Add to her normal interactions menu.]
Not horny tooltip= Even if she's not horny, you are. She's just going to have to deal with it.[plays next scene]

You make your way over to the guard captain and [if (!isnakedlower) {pull your cock out, pressing it against her black lips before she can react|[if (isTaur) {jump your forelimbs onto the table, promptly pushing her head to your crotch before she can react|press your meat against her black lips}]}]. [say:What are you doing!? We are in pub--ack!] You cut her off by forcing your penis into her mouth. She may be worried about this, but you aren't. Her cheeks turn a deep red as you grab the back of her head. You inform her that you want a blowjob, and she is going to give you one. Her eyes betray her desires as you look down into them. She wants this, but she's thinking too clearly for this to be a good idea. What if someone looks, what will everyone think if the woman at the head of the guard did this--just let herself be fucked in the face in the middle of a bar. 

Her concerns are reasonable, but not your problem right now. You have a throbbing [if (cockArea < 6) {dick|slab of meat}] that needs her attention. Besides, knowing this city, her developing a reputation as a slut might just help her. Her shouting and the sudden cut-off has drawn the attention of some of the other patrons. You can feel their eyes on you, trying to decide what to do about what they are seeing. 

Urta's emerald eyes widen in shock as you suddenly shove the rest of your [cock] past her glossy black lips. She tries to pull back, but your firm grip on her head prevents her escape. Muffled protests vibrate around your shaft as she shakes her [if (nofur) {gray-haired|fluffy, gray-furred}] head. The other patrons start whispering and pointing, some looking away in discomfort while others leer openly at the lewd display.

Despite her initial resistance, you can feel Urta's tongue start to tentatively explore your length. Her cheeks flush darker [if (!nofur) {beneath her fur }]as she realizes how much she craves this degrading public use. She begins to suckle gently, her plump lips tenderly squeezing your girth. Urta's bushy tail uncurls from her thigh, swishing behind her in growing arousal even as she tries to maintain some shred of dignity.

The tail wagging is a good start. You clarify to the fox that you want the onlookers to know that she wants to do this. Urta's eyes widen at your words and quickly scan the room. It doesn't take her long to realize that it would be very bad for both of you if people got the wrong idea about what you two were doing. She takes a deep breath through her nose, then starts to actively suck and lick at your cock, putting on a show for the onlookers and making it very clear that she wants to do this. [if (hasBalls) (Her soft [if (nofur) {hands|paw pads}] caress your [balls]. )]She takes you deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat, her green eyes locked with yours in a heated gaze. You relax your grip slightly as Urta moans wantonly around your shaft, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. Her fluffy tail wags faster, betraying her excitement despite her earlier hesitation.

The other patrons watch in awe and disbelief as the stern guard captain eagerly services [if (isChild) {a child|you}]. Some whistle and cheer encouragingly, while others mutter in scandalized tones. At the very least the previously shocked patrons have relaxed and either gone back to their own business, or started to enjoy the show. As for Urta, she seems to have embraced her new role, determined to prove her enthusiasm for your tasty [if (isChild) {kid-|[if (cockArea < 5) {little }]}]dick.

With your own reputation safe, it's time to get rough. You tell the fox to brace herself, and tighten your grip on her head. Urta moves her hands to your thighs for support and looks up at you. Her eyes convey that she is nervous, but as prepared as she can be. Her equine cock begins to rise, brushing against the underside of the table as the anticipation builds. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you slam into her, smashing her face into your groin with one swift movement.

Urta's eyes bulge as you suddenly ram your [cock] deep into her throat, cutting off her air supply. She gags and chokes around your invading length, drool already starting to leak from the corners of her lips. Despite the rough treatment, her body responds eagerly. Her heavy breasts heave with each labored breath through her nose, and her powerful thighs clench together, rubbing her aching horse dick.

The force of your thrust sends Urta's chair rocking backwards, but your iron grip keeps her in place. Tears prick the corners of her eyes from the intense stimulation. Yet she doesn't resist, instead relaxing[if (cockLength >= 5) { her throat muscles}] to accommodate you better.

You tease her about how well she is taking it and how much the rest of the bar loves the show. Urta can only moan in response, the sound muffled and distorted by the [cocktype] lodged in her [if (cockLength >= 5) {throat|mouth}]. Her [if (nofur) {nails|claws}] dig into your [skinfurscales] as she steadies herself. Her breathing becomes heavier and heavier, the air she blows out feels surprisingly pleasant on the exposed spit-shined meat outside of her mouth. The heat and tightness [if (cockLength >= 5) {of her throat muscles }]ripple along your shaft, massaging every sensitive [if (metric) {centimeter|inch}].

After a few more rough thrusts it looks like Urta is about to start crying; her cock is throbbing wildly, her face is as red as it can possibly get, and her cunt is clearly leaking out from under her. A stream of sweet girl juices drips down onto the floor below. The audience is on the edge of their seats, completely entranced by the show you have put on, and it's time for the big finish. 

You pull yourself free and paint the bitch with your hot cum, your entire body clenching as you shoot your load onto her. Urta gasps for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cockhead. Before she can catch her breath, you erupt, painting her face and chest with thick ropes of hot seed. Urta yelps in surprise, instinctively tilting her chin up to let the pearly essence coat her features. Her heavy breasts heave as you mark them with your scent, droplets running down her cleavage.

Your extremely rough treatment, combined with the sudden cum bath, proves too much for her neglected horse cock. It throbs and pulses, kicking up to slap against her belly as it spurts its own massive load. Gallons of sticky fox spunk splatter the floor beneath her, forming a puddle that quickly grows. The crowd erupts in [if (silly) {cheer|excitement}] for both of you as her fat cock makes an absolute mess of the immediate area--you, her, the table, and a couple of the onlookers. 

It takes a bit for both of you to come down from the high. Once you do, you realize how big a mess you just made, and that the bar staff are heading towards you now. Urta pants heavily, struggling to catch her breath before speaking. [say:Woo, that was, probably devastating for my reputation, but right now, I don't care.] She pauses for a moment, trying to get her breathing back under control before continuing. [say:You uhh, you should get going before they try to rope you into the clean up. I'll, I'll get this taken care of.] Urta struggles to pull herself from her seat, but manages to push you towards the door despite her shaking legs. [say:Oh, and thank you. That was exhilarating.] You take her advice and make your way out, waving as you go. The last thing you see of the bar is one of the servers forcing a mop into Urta's hands.