A Centaur's Troubles Ch. 04

"Heee~! Hehehe hehehehe!" was her initial response, and Christoph breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn't giggle if she was hurt. Probably. "Mooooore!"

She was fine.

Probably.

"Fuck it, I'll worry later," he muttered, adjusting his grip and closing his eyes before thrusting forward hard, keeping up the pressure until he felt his balls pressing against her plump thighs. He could only imagine how she was bulging around his cock now.

"Finallyyyyyyyy," she whined as he bottomed out, squirming and grinding back against him. "It's perfect~! Now..."

"Now?"

"Now ruin me with this goddamn horse cock!"

Being a polite young man, Christoph didn't need a lady to tell him twice, grunting as he started to move his hips back and forth. It was slow at first, as he didn't have much practice. It wasn't long until basic animal instinct took over however, and soon he was pounding into the horny goblin with reckless abandon, the air of her camp being filled with the sound of his heavy sack smacking into her thighs, only amplified by her own liquid lust dripping from her stretched-out snatch.

"Oh gods yes, ruin me, stretch me ouuuut!" she howled, he could imagine her tongue hanging from her plush lips, strings of drool falling from her open mouth, only to break and land onto her massive tits as they bounced with every thrust. And of course, his enormous cock bulging out her gut again and again. "Turn me into your little green cock sock!"

"You are- Fuck... You are really... Wow," he panted out, aware that she wasn't really listening. She was too busy ranting about getting wrecked.

"Unnnng sofuckingBIIIIG!" she growled as his thrusting intensified, breath being forced from her lungs every time he pushed inwards. "I'm gonna fucking diiiie~!"

After days of travelling without relief, the pent-up centaur hit his limit much sooner than he was expecting, his orgasm stealing up on him so quick he didn't have time for more than a strangled grunt before control of his lower half was wrested away from him by brutal primal instinct, the already rough fucking becoming downright animalistic in intensity, cutting off Krank's babbling and replacing it with sputtering gasps, all leading up to one final, balls-deep slam of a thrust.

Christoph could almost swear he had to physically clench just to get the thick, heavy load through his cock, but once it started there was no stopping the absolute flood of horse jizz that powered through his length, pumping the goblin up like a balloon.

If asked, Christoph would be honest and admit that he didn't know how long it lasted. Everything was awash with pleasure so intense that his brain simply stopped functioning at higher levels. There was grunting, there was moaning, but he would be hard pressed to recall who was making which noise. All he knew was that eventually, it stopped. He took a step back, and another, and pulled himself free of that incredible little blue fuckhole with a sucking squelch.

He stumbled, barely keeping his footing, which was a lot better than poor Krank. The bloated goblin lost her grip and simply dropped to the ground, landing flat on her back with a grunt, but her face showed no sign of pain, just blissful contentment as steaming cum oozed from her gaping pussy.

*~*~*

"I really am sorry."

"I know."

"Really."

"Stop apologizing."

"I just-"

"Yes, I get it, you're sorry you made me look braindead and pregnant for an hour, now shut up and help me with these packs so you can make it up to me!"

"Yes ma'am," Christoph sighed, turning at the waist to hold some of her many bags in place while she adjusted straps here and there beneath him, making sure the weight was evenly distributed. "Just an observation, but you could have packed less parts."

"Always bring spare parts in case something breaks down," she recited.

"But your... thing-"

"Walker Rover."

"Whatever, is too broken for you to fix, so why are you still taking the parts?"

"I said 'in case SOMETHING breaks down,' numb-nuts, not 'something of mine,'" she corrected him, giving his balls a gentle pap in admonishment, fingers lingering just a little too long before being taken away again as she stepped out from under him. "Goblins like fixing things as a rule, and we like getting paid for it even better."

"And when you don't have a walking-thing-"

"Rover."

"Stop that. When you don't have one of those, you just carry it all?"

"Nah, not me anyway," she said with a pleased grin. "I get someone else to do it, usually with a... hefty compensation."

"Right," he nodded, blushing a bit and looking anywhere but at her. Still a modest farmboy at heart, even hinting about sex when he wasn't about to burst turned him red; But it wasn't just the innuendo that had him blushing.

Krank was naked, having refused to redress, only telling him she had a surprise in mind, which she would reveal once all her packs had been secured. This had taken a lot of time, as she'd been stiff and sluggish after she'd woken up, and it had been quite difficult not ogling her as she purposefully posed in lewd positions whenever she had the opportunity. With everything on his back now, he was nervous to find out what she had in mind.

"Now, for the last part of your penance to me," she said, her tongue slowly gliding over her plump, blue lower lip and tugging another strap that wrapped around his barrel. "I'm gonna hitch a ride."

"Naked?" He asked, finally allowing himself to rake his gaze across her body, drinking in her outrageous proportions like a desert drank water.

"It's not like anyone will see me," she laughed, slipping back underneath him, leaving him effectively alone and confused until she started squirming her way between the straps and his body. Unknown to Christoph, who knew little and less about harnesses on horses when he could see them attached, Krank had rigged up something for more than just holding her bags on his back.

It wasn't until he felt her weight suddenly hanging off him, squirming this way and that, that he realized what It was she'd done. And then he felt her plump rear end pressing against his leathery sheath, causing the beast inside to stir and gently prod against her through the folds.

"Oh," he said in a small voice, holding his spear with a white knuckled grip. "This is what you meant..."

"Exactly!" she called out from beneath him, voice laced with smug satisfaction as she started to roll her hips up and down, massaging him with her ass. "No one will notice little old me down here, and you'll get convenient relief whenever you need it!"

"I don't think people are as tall as you think they are," Christoph muttered, mindful of just how far from the ground his belly was, even as his hips twitched and flesh surged, pressing against her just as she'd planned.

"You want to apologize for what you did?"

"But wouldn't this just-"

"Do you?"

"Yes..."

"Then shut up and hit the road, Ponyboy!"

With a great sigh, and a shiver, Christoph began to walk, the weight beneath him far more distressing than the weight on his back, especially since every step ground her ever further back against him. With all the slow inevitability of a glacier, he felt himself get harder and harder, every beat of his heart forcing his rod against her more and more insistently. If her harness was tight enough, and her folds wet enough, it was only a matter of time until she got what she wanted.

"How do you plan to get down?" He asked after a few minutes of silence. "Are your wrists tied up?"

"Don't you worry about that, handsome," she said, a tremor in her tone. "I left a strap hanging for me to pull that'll undo the whole thing."

"Oh, good," he sighed with relief. "I was worried I was gonna have to find someone to get you down, and that would've been embarrassing."

"Mmhm," she hummed, and he could feel her wiggle against him again, all the more so thanks to the flared tip of his shaft pressing tightly against her.

"This is degrading for the both of us, you know," he pointed out, doing his best to think of anything but how tight that goblin cunt had felt wrapped around his dick, the sheer satisfaction he'd felt stretching her entire body out around his cock. His gait began to shift without his knowledge, sliding from a smooth walk to a bouncy trot, every step forcing a sharp gasp from his passenger as she was forced to bounce against his steadily rising lust.

It wasn't long at all before he felt the bouncing stop, his cock hard enough now that there was no spare space between the head and Krank's desperate hole, the goblin letting out a low, nonstop groan as she kept wiggling, desperate to find just the right amount of purchase and-

"AHHHH FUUUUCK!" she howled, the pressure and her squirming finally getting her what she wanted, her magically loosened hole stretching wide to admit the monster that had been crushing against it, the tension of the harness forcing her to take every available inch, forcing her gut to bulge out beneath her, and Christoph wasn't even fully hard yet.

"Oooh, fucking-! Gods!" The sudden relief from lateral pressure and addition of the sweet squeeze of a tight, wet pussy forced the centaur to stop, leaning heavily on his spear as he curled his torso, clenching his fists and his jaw, wrecked with enough pleasure to nearly bowl him over.

The sensation of having his bestial endowment swelling inside of someone was new, but it was definitely something he would want to try again. Feeling every inch of freshly engorged fuckmeat immediately clenched around by heated pressure, the straining-and-giving of her inevitably stretching body, it was all just too good for a one-time deal!

"Mooooove..." Krank's soft whine eventually nudged him from his pleasurable stupor, reminding him that they were still in the middle of the road. The first steps were awkward, stilted and stumbling as every motion of his equine form shifted his cock inside Krank, making her shake and clench, which made him twitch and stumble, which started the whole process over again. The thrusts were small enough that Christoph was in no danger of cumming soon, but the same couldn't be said for the so recently-abstinent Krank, who was plastering his heavy balls with her juices during frequent screaming orgasms.

Eventually, Christoph managed something close to a normal walking pace, and eventually Krank quieted down. Whether this was because she'd gotten used to the stimulation or she'd just passed out, he couldn't say, only knowing that she didn't respond when he called her name.

He'd been looking forward to having a travel companion when he'd first offered to accompany Krank, someone to talk to, to share the journey with, but he supposed he could settle for fuckbuddy and occasional cockwarmer.

He didn't have long to think about his new friend's chosen relationship with him before a problem arose.

Cresting a small rise, Christoph was afforded a sight of the road for some distance ahead, despite trees coming close on either side. What this view showed him was the disconcerting sight of a handful of rough-looking armed men on the road, surrounding an empty cart that sat astride it, blocking the whole passage.

"Krank, we have a problem," he said, actually taking a few steps back. "I think you should come down now."

"Nnnnnoooooooo~" she whined, writhing beneath him once he stopped moving, eager for more pleasure.

"Krank, there are men blocking the road!" He hissed down to her. Well, to his flank anyway. "I might not have enough money to get us through, and I don't trust these woods!"

"Just fucking... Just go!" she grumbled, huffing with frustration. "Not like a tiny horny goblin could do something about 'em!"

"Fucking finnnne," he groaned, a mess of nerves from the situation ahead and frustration from the situation below. "But when I get stabbed, I'm blaming you."

Krank's only reply was a wordless groan as Christoph started moving again, her unwanted lucidity soon lost to pleasure once more.

Christoph could spot the moment they saw him, almost immediately after he started his descent from the top of the rise, they straightened up, hands moving to the swords on their hips. The attention was not something he enjoyed over the rather lengthy distance, but he couldn't just tell them to stop staring.

He'd be staring too, if he was honest with himself.

"Hold it there, big fella," one particularly broad, clean-shaven man said as he approached, stepping out ahead of the rest until he was standing in front of the centaur. "This here road's got a toll, nowadays."

"I see," Christoph replied, knowing he would have shot Krank a glare if she wasn't hidden underneath him. "How much?"

"Fifty gold pieces," the man answered, a cocky smirk on his face. It was strange, Christoph could see the man was strong, looked like he knew how to use his sword, and didn't seem scared at all as he named his outrageous price, but he couldn't help the feeling that this man was incredibly nervous.

"I don't have that."

"Then you don't go through," the bandit said with a clearly false sigh of contrition. "Gotta pay for the roads upkeep somehow."

"Isn't there something else I could do?"

"Sad state of the world, my friend," the fellow said, looking downright guilty. "Sad state indeed when I can't let an honest, er... An honest man through without charge, buuut... Maybe ya got something worth something?"

"Let me think," Christoph sighed, leaning on his spear with an awkward grunt, completely missing the nervous looks being cast its' way. "I don't think I've got anything worth much..."

"Ooooh yes you do, you giant idiot," Krank called out from beneath him, even as the highwayman opened his mouth to say something, leaving all present save Christoph with stunned surprise all over their faces as they tried to locate the new speaker. "Two, hhhnnn, two huge tanks of it~!"

"Tanks of wha-" the lead bandit started to ask, crouching down to see Krank, stretched impossibly over Christoph's massive cock, his eyes going wide as his face went red. "What?"

"There's- Ooooomyfuck, there's a lotta..." she forced out, glazed eyes finding his as a line of drool rolled over her plump lower lip and dangled towards the ground. "Guh, lotta money in- Hahn! Unique alchemy and potion ingredients!"

The man stood up again, wincing as Krank squealed in orgasm and Christoph twitched.

"What's that supposed to mean?" one of the other men by the cart asked.

"I think..." Christoph started, pausing to bite his lip as sweat began to bead on his forehead. "Do you have a bucket?"

"Centaur cuuummmmm~!" came the whorish moan of an explanation from beneath Christoph, everyone resisting the urge to look down at her.

"I think we got some buckets," one man said, scampering off into the trees with a red face, leaving the rest to watch as Christoph closed his eyes, face going red with embarrassment and strain as his hips started to buck, the goblin strapped in place suddenly screaming at the active thrusts before her face went slack and her gut ballooned with a sudden flood of seed.

*~*~*

A short while later, Krank was hanging from a tree by her harness while Christoph massaged her stomach, thick globs of cum dropping from her gaping cunt to land in a large, nearly-full bucket. A respectful distance away, the highwaymen were standing near a few other quite-full buckets, faces red as they resolutely looked away.

"Will you walk now?" He asked as she cooed and giggled at the sensations. "Or do you plan to, ah, 'get back on that horse'?"

"You know I do," she said, leering at him. "I may never walk again!"

"I could leave you in this tree."

"You know you love it~"

"It's the principle of the thing," he grumbled, grabbing the bucket and leaving Krank to hang out for a while as he moved the fruits of his labor over to their erstwhile guards.

"You know, for a bunch of criminals, you guys are surprisingly easy to embarrass," he commented after setting his load down.

"We only take people's money, man," said the one who had been speaking for the group before. "Nice and clean, never hurting anyone unless we need to, and none of this..." He waved at the buckets. "Weirdness. This had better be worth it."

"I only met Krank today, but she seems to know about weird sex magic," the centaur shrugged. "If she says someone will pay good money, then I believe her."