X Centaurus Ch. 028

They broke camp and made their way deeper into the endless forest, up hills, around streams, sometimes making their way down through brook riddled gulleys. Safe to say they were thoroughly dependent on their guide to find their way through the vastness of the endless forest.

So it was a significant problem when the mouse girl sat down on a stump and refused to go any further.

"What the fuck do you mean you won't take us anywhere?!"

"You heard me, I'm not moving. Do as you like."

"B-but we've no idea where we're g-going or where we are!"

"Hmm, that sounds like a you problem. I know these woods like the back of my hand, I'll be fine."

Ellaria's eyes flashed with fire and burning embers started to fall from her writhing hair.

"Mouse girl, you will lead me to this dungeon or I shall turn you into ash and dump your remains in a pig sty."

Octavia paused and glanced up at the elf. "Well that won't do you much good, you'd still be stuck out here with no clue how to get home or anything."

Small fist-sized sparkly purple fire balls started to appear around Ellaria as the elf became more and more irritated.

"W-wait, it- d-do we have to fight!" said Fey jumping between them and holding up her hands, "Octavia here doesn't want to stay out here forever, sh-she just wants something! Right?"

The mouse girl gave Fey a sugar sweet smile. "You are right, of course."

"W-well what is that you want?"

"You."

Fey nearly fell over.

"Oh for gods sake," said Flora, "Is that all? We've stopped for this?"

Fey rounded on the mouse girl her fists curling. "You planned this whole thing just to get at me?!"

"Hmm... Yes. I found you in the AG specifically, I don't normally guide adventuring bands, only logging operations, but I knew you were in a band Fey, it was such an easy way to get you all to myself that I couldn't resist. I've been so busy arranging this, hoping that you and your band would find work out here so that I could get my hands on you first, before the others."

"Fucking diabolical." breathed Flora looking very impressed with the mouse girl.

"Others? Wait... Do I... know you from somewhere?"

Octavia put her hands up as though grabbing a pair of bars and made a forlorn face.

"You! I- I remember you! You were at the mansion when we first got back to the city, one of the girls we locked outside the mansion gates!"

"Mmhmm! What? did you think we just did nothing after you left? We saw the way you looked at us Fey, hungry, and we knew we wanted you, so we talked over what to do to get at you and we decided to form a club, the Fey Hunting Club!"

"The what club?!" shouted Fey in utter horror.

"The Fey Hunting Club, there's even a newsletter where we track your whereabouts and write about your conquests, both real and fiction of course. It's pretty great, excellent masturbation material, the latest minotaur edition caused me sooo much laundry you have no idea! We're getting so many subscribers we can barely keep up!"

"They wouldn't, they didn't! they- Oh no no no, they did..."

"There's even talk of drawings although they have yet to surface. Shame, I'd just loooove to see those."

"Oh my gods I'm going to kill them, I'm actually going to kill them" said Fey, her voice suddenly sounding distant.

"Psst, isn't that kinda against a Healer's principles?" whispered Vivi.

"It's going to be a mercy killing," groaned the centaur, "totally a mercy killing."

"Hmm." said Ellaria. "I do not like that you are turning one of my bandmates into this strange idol for your cult."

"It's not a cult, cults all work together, we're in competition with each other to get ruined first by the big sexy centaur. Boasting about it in the newsletter is just a nice plus. The girls are going to be so jealous of me you have no idea! I'm going to drive that squirrelkin just mad with envy." Octavia grinned, her mouse tail waving excitedly behind her.

"I haven't said I'm going to do it with you yet!" said Fey, still furious, scowling so hard at the mousekin that it was a wonder the mousekin didn't evaporate.

Octavia held up her hands and looked around at the forest non-plussed. "Sorry, but unless you have a super secret guide in your back pocket I'm afraid you are shit out of luck."

Fey ground her teeth together in frustration, but found she didn't have a real retort, Octavia had thoroughly out manoeuvred them.

"You will forfeit any share of the treasure," said Ellaria suddenly.

Octavia paused. "Fine, I never cared about that. Probably not going down there with you anyway."

"And!" said Flora, "Fey will wear a condom."

This took the mouse girl by surprise and she blinked at the gnome.

"...Why?"

"Because we are still reliant on you and I don't trust you to suddenly piss off and leaving us up shit creek without a paddle. If Fey wears a condom that means you aren't experiencing the Full Fey experience, we can hold the full Fey experience over you for later to ensure you stay put."

"Don't talk about me like that! I am not an experience!" said Fey, rounding on the gnome.

"Wait, Y-you're saying I can do it with Fey t-twice??" said Octavia suddenly sitting up fully alert. She swallowed heavily and licked her lips hungrily. "I was just hoping for the once, but... Fine. Condom first, on the condition we fuck completely raw on the way back."

"Deal." said Ellaria. "We have more serious ambitions to worry about than one casual side fling for Fey when Fey here has done... thinking about it a frankly ridiculous number of girls."

Octavia jumped to standing, fist pumping the air. "Yissss!"

"However."

Octavia paused.

"We do not have time to wait around, thus you will be riding Fey underbarrel."

Octavia grinned. "I had already planned for that eventually."

"Y-you did?" blinked Fey.

"Mhmm! Adventurers aren't exactly the patient sort." As she spoke she began pulling heaps of rope from her damaged Dimensional Bag along with a leather harness and a block and tackle. "This was one of my planned eventualities from the start."

Fey watched slightly stunned as the mouse girl threw ropes over her horse back and wound rope around her hips. Octavia wiggled out of her shorts then pulled down her white panties. the panties were sopping wet, absolutely flooded with her juices and hung from her finger drizzling fluid.

She stuffed them inside her dimensional bag, then came her blouse which she eased off slow giving Fey a show, her breasts spilling free in the most delicious way. Fey couldn't help but stare, the mousekin was admittedly very attractive with an aesthetically curved five foot body and toned stomach. Her breasts wobbled as they were exposed, her fat pink nips a point of stiff erection capping her chest. She glanced between the mousekin's legs and found her smooth clear skin glossy with her excitement, rivulet after rivulet streaming down her inner thighs to her knees as strings and strings of the stuff dangled and hung from her puffy lower lips, connecting her thighs together with sloppiness.

Fey swallowed. Seeing a girl in this state all out of desire for her was somehow incredibly flattering and erotic all at the same time.

The now completely stark naked mousekin looked up at Fey with adoring baby blue eyes, her attractiveness only accentuated by her adorable freckles.

Fey's length spilled down at that look, lengthening, growing down her leg toward the ground, passing her back knee, foot after foot of horse dick pouring out of her sheath.

Octavia glanced back at it and let out a soft little noise, her hips writhing in anticipation, knees coming together.

"G-gods the real thing up close is so..." she swallowed. "You know I'm a real preparation addict Fey, well when I was reading the newsletter I couldn't help myself, reading about your sheer size, I wanted that like nothing else. I soon grew tired of my normal six inch dildo and went out and bought a larger one, nine inches. It wasn't enough, no matter how hard I plunged it in and out in and out it couldn't satisfy my fantasies of you. I bought a bigger one, a full foot of rubber, the rubber merchant gave me the strangest look, I didn't care. I rushed back home and threw myself naked on my bed, thrusting it in and out as hard as I could, holding it in place and slamming myself down on it until I was screaming your name and squirting all over my bed sheets, soaking them through to the mattress."

"O-Octavia..."

The mouse girl bit her lip. "I've been horny for guys before but you're something else Fey, something that reaches down deep inside to that primal animal thing, the thing that makes me want to be bred into the fucking ground, scratching that deep deep needy femine itch. No guy can do that."

"I'm not like that, you're projecting your fantasies on to me..."

"I went back and bought an even bigger dildo, with nobs on the length and a vibration feature. I read what you did to those minotaur girls Fey, I know it's real, I know you fucked them in a new way, destroyed them, took them to unimaginable heights, filled them with a fucking lake of satisfaction. G-gods you've no idea how fucking hot it was to read- I had to go buy several copies of that letter because the ink kept running as I came all over it again and again and again, hnnnnnnn!"

The mouse girl trembled, her tail curling up between her thighs, her legs shaking as a micro orgasm racked her body, her toes curling in the grass as she dripped.

"I- I... Can't promise you that Octavia, I can't, I don't know if I can perform like you want."

Octavia swallowed, wiping a little drool from her lip. She looked up at the enormous centaur.

"I don't care, I want to try, I want to know how it feels to be so stretched, so dominated with size, I don't care if you ruin me for other guys, I need to know how it feels after reading- I n-need- I-"

Hyperventilating, she frantically grabbed up the harness and threw it on, quickly buckling it up tight over her naked body, straps going around her thighs, her flesh muffin-topping softly around the leather. She moved up and slapped it across her chest and around her arms. She didn't even bother checking it over, throwing herself up against Fey's barrel, snapping and buckling herself into place until she was dangling under Fey's horse ribcage, her limbs hanging down.

"Took you long enough. Right, now that is settled would you please guide us toward this dungeon," said Ellaria brushing off her knees and standing away from the tree she had been patiently leaning against while she browsed her romance novel.

"Wait, aren't we forgetting something?" said Flora. "The condom?"

Fey stared at the gnome blankly.

".........What's a condom?"

"Really Fey? You know there's even non-rubber ones, condoms have been a thing forever."

"I don't know what that is... We didn't have anything called that in my old clan."

Flora shook her head in disbelief. "Centaurs can be so rural sometimes." She flicked her fingers and a blue rubber disk appeared in her hand. The disk was large but still dwarfed by Fey's size.

"This is a condom Fey. It goes over your dick and catches the cum. It's good for casual sex between same species when there's a danger of pregnancy."

"...oh. That's... wait why didn't we use that before?!"

"Because interspecies sex doesn't cause pregnancies, duh."

Fey squinted at the clearly extremely pregnant gnome.

"Also they are expensive as fuck so you better be grateful you're getting to use this mousey."

Fey nodded. That was a much more Flora like reason.

Ellaria waved her hand brushing their words aside. "Yes yes, deal with that as you wish. Octavia tell us how to get to the dungeon."

"Erm, yes, it's uh, this way, just keep going as we are for now."

The band stepped forward once more, this time with their very excited guide tied up limp below the centaur.

Octavia looked down at the ground passing beneath her. It felt very close by when placed in such a position and she wondered for a moment if she could handle it. But then something soft and heavy brushed against her bare foot and she gasped in surprise, the sheer heat of it!

She straightened her legs back and began exploring. Her toes touched up against Fey's semi soft length, the flesh dimpling below where she pressed her big toes up against it, then wrinkling as she dragged her feet back along its length. This was... a lot of dick, an insane amount of dick, there was more dick here than all the guys she had ever crushed on combined, far more, and Fey wasn't even hard yet!

She was so close to the centaur, her body moving all around her, powerful front legs eating up the ground, and the scent! Oh gods the scent! Her breath caught as that pungent pheromone laden smell of masculine cock hit her nose. The burning itch below her core flared and grew much stronger causing her to mewl, a constant drip drip drip from her needy snatch falling to the ground below.

She shoved her feet back hard and her toes pressing into the softness of Fey's sheath, a mass of wrinkled flesh at the base of the dick where the remainder of her length lay. Without hesitation she shoved her toes in, slipping then between the hot folds, the soft wrinkled skin pressing between her toes as she worked deeper, digging into her sheath, the huge fucking thing enveloping part of her feet as she explored, feeling the deeper heat at the core of Fey's length, the blood rushing beneath her toes, each steady thrumming beat of the centaur's heart pouring blood into her sheer enormity, swelling her larger, becoming thicker, harder, longer. Fey made a gasping sound above as Octavia squirmed her toes, causing the centaur to misstep slightly as her body reacted to the stimulation.

Octavia loved it. Feeling the thing that was about to penetrate her and make her a living cock sleeve grow larger and larger, the anticipation was causing her heart to pound in her chest so loud that she could practically hear it. Gods she needed Fey inside of her!

The tightnes grew against her toes as Fey swelled, until her feet were being crushed against the hardness of the length and then forcibly pushed out as the skin went from wrinkled and flaccid to steel hard and smooth. The massive pillar rose into the air, pressing up between her thighs, three and a half feet of horse penis thicker than her thigh, flexing rigid, throbbing stiff as it went from dangling to slapping up against Fey's barrel, brushing up against Octavia's puss, making her cry out as the nobbled rim smacked against her painfully erect clit. She didn't mind, in fact her clit only seemed to push further from its hood, desperate to be touched more.

She grabbed at it with her thighs, trying to hold the massive thing still but failing as her slippery with cunt juice thighs slipped of the fat length, sliding around it, failing to contain it.

"You're so fucking beeeg!!!" she whined, her hands reaching out and grabbing hold of Fey's front legs as best she could, clutching at her, fingers clawing at the hard muscle of her horse body. She couldn't believe how exposed she felt, dangling stark naked above the moving ground with a giant dick longer than her entire torso between her trembling thighs.

It was terrifying, it was wonderful, it was a rushing swirling mix of emotion, everything she had dreamed of as she lay naked on her bed with her rear lifted up, desperately stretching herself on the biggest chunk of rubber she could find, screaming into her pillow as she sprayed over and over onto her crisp white bedsheets and the carpet and across the room and up the wall.

Something suddenly touched up against her thigh to the side and she flinched in surprise. She turned her head to see the rubber disc floating by her leg, Flora controlling it from above.

Slightly annoyed that they were being interrupted she moved her thigh allowing it past.

The rubber disc slipped between her legs and plopped onto the tip of Fey's dick, coming down solidly on the very center. Then the rubber began to unfurl, an invisible force rolling it out, stretching it over the broad head.

The rubber quickly became extremely over taxed, stretched far far far more than it was designed to, no condom had ever been intended to fit over a thigh thick dick of course. The rubber groaned as it stretched wider and wider, making rubbery squeaking sounds as it rubbed against Fey's flesh, the transparent blue of the rubber becoming near completely transparent as it stretched hyper thin, clearly being helped by Fey's magic in some way as it obviously should have broken already. The rubber rolled out wider and wider until at last it met the nobbled rim and slid over of her tip. Things went much easier after that and the condom rolled back down her length, sleeving her length, fitting vacuum skin tight over every little bump and vein, making her stiff length glossy with rubber.

With one final push Flora fitted the base of the condom over Fey's medial ring, the rubber snapping tight around it, nigh unremovable. Fey let out a reflexive whinny as the rubber sealed, her length throbbing at this new sensation, the rubber squeaking as it smeared past Octavia's soaked puss.

The mousekin sighed airily at the sensation. The condom was so ridiculously tight that she could still feel every little detail, every touch of roughness, but now with a strange sensation on top, the feel of slippery rubber. Strangely it reminded her of her dildos but so much more real and detailed, so much more stimulating.

She was here and she was damned if she wasn't going to make it all real, just like she'd read. Biting her trembling lip she reached out for the pulleys, grasping a knotted piece of rope. She hauled on it and the ropes that encircled Fey pulled tight. Ropes that lead from her harness down between Fey's back legs hauled back on her and with a yelp she found her rear crashing up against the blunt tip of Fey's dick, her ass flattening, her thighs spreading wide to fit, her puffy swollen puss finding itself squishing up against the hard surface.

"HnnnnnnggHHHH!"

She couldn't stop herself, her arms were locked up and straining toward her chest, pulling in the rope with a strength borne of raw need. She felt herself move, being forcibly pressed up against the tip, the pressure increasing. She could feel her incredibly sloppy folds starting to splay out as they pressed against the surface, her extremely sensitive inner walls scraping over the head, touching every bump, the feel of the centaur's urethra, ever little micro roughness felt in extreme detail as her flower bloomed for Fey, her pussy parting wider and wider, stretching to spread out over the surface, her asshole being pushed up out of the way, her buttocks spilling around the rim even as her clit was pushed further from its hood.

"F-fuuuuuckkkkingg gawwwwddd!!! Its j-just like they saiiiddd----AAHHHNNNN!!"

She started to slow however, her pussy struggling to engulf Fey's enormity, reaching its limit. No amount of practice had prepared her for this. She mewled, NO! She wouldn't be left out, she wouldn't be stopped! She reached out for the rope and yanked at it, pulling at it, each tug causing her pussy to spread wider, more and more of her insides being smeared flat against the fat horse dick, her thinly stretched lower lips edging closer and closer to the horizon, each tug accompanied by a whining grunt.

Over and over she tugged until her pussy was making a huge O shape, thicker than her thigh, her erect love bean straining out, her entire body working to contain this monster of masculinity, to take it into her petite feminine frame.

Her voice rose in pitch as her cunt slowly splayed out over the nobbly rim, and then rose into a wailing shriek as with a lurch Fey SCHL-POPPED! inside of her, her insides going from being pressed up against the blunt head to slopping around it, her straining nerve clusters made a hundred times more sensitive both due to Fey's magic and their stretched-out state.