This is a story I wrote ages ago but never had the nerve to post. I wrote this and a few others around the holidays, so this is holiday-themed. Just some fluff that I wouldn't mind revisiting and expanding at a later date. No warnings. Just holiday fluff. WC: 899.
You'd heard your boss had hired someone new to help with the holiday rush.
Not one to complain when you clearly needed the help, it didn't mean that you were prepared for his appearance the following day. You definitely weren't prepared to learn he was a centaur. A handsome one at that.
"Hey, Wonder Gal, here's Zephyr. Show him around, please, and make sure he's ready to jump in when it gets too crazy."
Zephyr gave you a little wave and soft smile, nervous around so many beings rushing to grab their holiday items and get home to their families. His feet pranced in place though he took care not to bump into anyone or anything.
Coming closer, you return his smile. "I promise it's not always like this. We had a few people go on vacation at the worst time and another just had a baby, so it's a little chaotic at the moment."
"I'll be okay," he said despite his nervousness still in evidence.
Over the next hour, you gave him the nickel tour of the shop and everything you sold there, including a few services offered as well. He listened intently and asked questions here and there.
When you took him toward the two cash registers the shop boasted, another harried co-worker came up and pulled you toward a belligerent customer bent on making a scene in the middle of the store. You hadn't seen such a tiny being create such a ruckus before, but you had a job to do. As it were, you had a role to play as one of the two keyholders, and it was your job to handle things when the manager or owner couldn't.
Before you could step in however, Zephyr stepped forward and knelt down to the woman's level. His hands went up between them in a conciliatory gesture and spoke in a soft tone.
You stood still and listened to him calm her down and even bring an awed smile to her face.
A minute later, the woman ambled past you with the item she wanted and went to the registers to check out.
Zephyr came back to you, his hands fidgeting in front of him. "I didn't overstep, did I?"
"No," you shook your head, "but I need to know how you did that."
The season picked up after that, and Zephyr remained steadfast throughout the highs and lows. He learned quickly how to handle the register and kept the disgruntled customers as happy as can be. There wasn't much he hadn't mastered over the next few weeks, and you hated the thought of seeing him go when the season ended.
The truth of it was all your coworkers liked him and wanted him to stay as well.
The only one not sold was your manager as the owner wouldn't say one way or another if Zephyr could stay.
On the last day of the year, the store closed early as it always did. This was a time for all your coworkers to come together and celebrate surviving another year. Bonuses and small gifts were passed out as well. Food in the form of pizza and special cake created by the bakery down the street adorned a large table brought out from storage.
You were manning the punch bowl when Zephyr came up to you with a soft smile.
"Having fun?" you asked.
He nodded. "I've really come to like working here."
"No word if you'll be staying yet?"
He shook his head. "I'm not sure if I should expect it. I was only meant to be seasonal."
"Would you like to stay if it was your choice?"
He didn't answer for a minute. His gaze came up to meet yours and something entered his eyes, an emotion you couldn't or wouldn't name in front of everyone. It spoke of a tenderness you weren't sure you deserved, but you hoped nonetheless. At last, he answered, "Yeah, I think I would like to."
Heat rushed to your cheeks, and your hands fidgeted with the cups for something to refocus yourself.
You'd spent a lot of time with Zephyr over the past few weeks, making sure he got the job down just right. Plus, you'd become his tour guide around town after learning he'd just moved and didn't know anything about the area. The time you'd spent together had been nice. Comfortable. It was almost like the two of you had known each other forever after a short time. To lose that hurt you more than you cared to admit, fearing he would head back to his hometown if this job didn't work out. you didn't want to see him leave.
"Zephyr, a word please."
You wished him luck as he trotted over to where your manager and the owner waited near the office door.
He disappeared, and you made yourself busy, trying not to watch the door too hard.
Several coworkers came over to ask what's going on.
All you could do was shake your head.
When he appeared a few minutes later, you held your breath until he smiled.
"I'm staying," he said loud enough for all to hear.
Cheers echoed through the shop.
He came closer to you, and you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"I couldn't have happier news."
"Me, either," he said, pulling you closer and resting his head on top of yours.
Sorry im advance I'm not sure how you like requests structured!!!
But would you be open to something with centaurs? Like the readers first time taking such a huge cock and their lover starting slow, maybe theres mutual masturbation or oral (super up to you, everything you write is fantastic) , but eventually the centaurs urge to breed takes over and it becomes rough but in a way the reader loves. Huge bonus points if it includes overstimulation, belly bulging, or squirting. Also bonus points for trans masc reader with tdick!!!!
He was scared of hurting you. Since the day you started dating, he’d been scared of it. The size difference was a big thing between the two of you, and you could understand his worry. But at the same time… You wanted him to fuck you raw more than you wanted him to be careful. You liked it a bit rough, okay? And he was a big centaur, able to fuck you so hard you would see stars. Of course you wanted him to destroy your hole.
The thought of getting fucked hard reminds you of that first time you got him to fuck you, how scared he was, and how fucking full you felt from the start.
“Come on, the tip is already in,” he says it trying to be encouraging, but it made your whole body freeze. He felt like he was spitting you in two, like he was about to create a fucking tunnel from the outside to your insides. You were about to be ripped in two.
“Just the tip?” You screeched, a bit of panic filtering through your words when you looked down and saw how much of him is still out of your body.
“Ye- Yes,” he sounded less sure about it right at that moment. You took a deep breath, and the sensation of being split in two receded, letting only pleasure in its way. “You can do it, babe. I know you can. Just a little bit more.” You cursed, arching your back and telling him to go a bit deeper…
At the end, you were able to fit him fully inside of you. Not only that, but it became what you most liked about your sexcapades. Having him fill you to the brim made you feel all kinds of powerful. But he was always so… careful. It was like that first time was burned in his brain and he didn’t want to do anything that could remotely harm you. Even if you were precisely asking for that harm.
But he would never hurt you. Or so he thought. Because on the second Wednesday of the tenth year since he passed his test, the heat hit him. And you were there, leaking and ready to be fucked within an inch of your life. Ready to be… bred.
And then he started talking. He told you about breeding you, about filling you to the brim. Until you couldn’t move because you’d be so full of his dick and his come you’d be unable to form a proper thought. And well… He wasn’t far from that because your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, and you were staring at the horizon while he mounted you like the monster he was.
His hand was on your t-dick and he was fucking your hole in a way not known to humans before. You couldn’t speak, you could barely moan between thrust and thrust, and holding your hands against the wall not to hit your head. You were in the seventh heaven.
Orgasm after orgasm rocked your body, his brain still coherent enough to bring you to the edge over and over, until it was almost painful, until your legs couldn’t hold you anymore, but he was there to hold you up while he continued to rut into your hole. And you preened, and you sobbed… Your legs were trembling so bad you could feel every single breath of his chest through his dick.
It was the most you’d felt ever, and at the same time, you didn’t know if you could hold it together anymore. But he didn’t give you any choice. He came. And came. And came again. Until your stomach was bloated, and you could feel his seed swimming inside of you. Every time you moved, everything inside of you ached in the best way possible.
When the heat finally passed, he pulled out and a river of come left your body, much to his pleasure, who sat back and watched how your pretty (his words) your hole looked right there and then. You weren’t fully coherent, though.
Rating: 18+ (MDNI)
Summary: Your soft centaur boyfriend gives you a proper dicking.
cw: terato, monster/human relationship, monster sex, size difference, cunnilingus, p in v sex, mates, breeding, woman on top (hell yeah)
wc: 2.9k
a/n: Re-uploading this short story, as I published it under another pseudoname a while ago. Figured I'd start uploading my original male characters x reader works here instead of letting them get lost.
The first time you saw Rowan fully erect, you knew in your gut that there was no way in hell the two of you could ever make this work. "Love conquers all!" they say, and while you believe that in essence to be true (especially when it came to your kind-hearted Centaur boyfriend), to take Rowan's full cock inside you would undoubtably mean risking permanent injury. It would be an encounter that in no way, shape or form, you’d be able to walk away from; and not because you couldn't trust Rowan to be gentle.
The realization had been devastating at first, knowing that due to the massive size difference between you and Rowan, penetrative sex would be impossible. It felt especially disheartening when you were surrounded by other happy couples, their physiologies, although sometimes different, were clearly more compatible than yours and Rowan’s.
Your friend’s words, although well meaning, stung and echoed in your mind.
“Poor thing. Maybe you and Rowan aren’t a good match. There’s a reason why they say humans and centaurs don’t mix well.”
But…you loved Rowan. Had been head over heels since the first time you laid eyes on him on that fateful day when he’d rescued you from a group of his own kind. Rowan had protected you, used his own body as a shield to ward off the group of young males pursuing you through the forest. With nothing but a hard stare, and a promise of violence if they foolishly chose to go any further, Rowan had managed to convince the group to leave you be.
Then, he’d turned to you and smiled so dashingly and so brightly, it nearly sent your heart into orbit.
“Gave them the slip, huh two-legs? Atta girl.”
You were utterly starstruck. You’d never seen anyone as handsome as Rowan before. With flowing locks of wild, russet red hair that fell to the middle of his hardened back, eyes of tranquil green, and a frame that looked like he was built for war rather than foraging in the forest, Rowan was nothing short of magnificent. And he was big…even for a centaur.
Following that incident, Rowan had graciously walked you back to your home in the nearby village, and from there your friendship was sowed; growing tenderly over time under the warmth of your shared affections, until one day it blossomed and bore the fruit of love.
Dealing with all the physical differences between you and Rowan had been a piece of cake at the beginning. Too short to pamper him with kisses? Not if Rowan had anything to say about it. He would just laugh at your adorable attempts, scoop you up bridal style in his strong, freckled arms, and let you indulge yourself.
But then came the day where that tender, sweet, head-spinning puppy love turned into something more. Something fervorous, hot and passionate. The two you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, and Rowan had been so very eager to explore you and make you feel good. It wasn’t long before you wanted to return the favour, but on that night, when you’d finally realized just how massive Rowan’s cock was, it all came crashing down.
“I—I don’t know if I can…”
Of course, being the peculiarly calm and understanding centaur that Rowan was, he didn’t let his lust get the better of him. He never pushed you, nor did he ever make you feel inadequate. Instead he simply hoisted you up, kissed you passionately, and said,
"I know. Don’t fret about it. There are plenty of other ways to love each other."
Of course he was right, as the two of you came to discover there were plenty of other ways to have sex. But as your passion grew, so too did your hunger.
You wanted Rowan’s cock. It was maddening how much you yearned for it. You wanted to feel him inside you; to hear him groan in ecstasy as he bullied his fat tip past your tight entrance. You wanted to hear the lewd, wet sounds of your pussy greedily sucking him off, begging for his seed as you got drunk off his praise.
‘That’s it sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking that big cock so well.’
Day after day your fantasies and longing became more and more intense. Many nights you’d awaken beside Rowan, soaked between your legs, throbbing and frustrated. Until on one perfectly sunny day, your sexual frustration reached its boiling point, and you found yourself before your centaur lover, standing in the middle of a meadow of yellow wildflowers, with tears streaming down your cheeks.
”I want you. I w-want to try, Rowan. I don’t care if we’re compatible or not. I love you a—and I…”
He’d hushed you then, his expression wrought with alarm, Rowan lowered himself to the ground so he could reach your face and wipe the tears from your eyes.
“Hey, hold on now sweetness, please don’t cry. Tell me what’s upsetting you.”
“I want to have sex with you.”
Rowan’s bewildered expression would have been downright comical if you weren’t so upset.
“Um…don’t we already? We just had sex this morning. Are you feeling frustrated? Do you want more? Because all you have to do is ask. To be honest, I’m always ready to go multiple rounds with you, but I didn’t want to come across as some sort of sex pest.”
You choked on a laugh, and Rowan matched your tearful smile with a charming one of his own—his thumb stroked adoringly across your cheek all the while.
“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”
“And?” Rowan chuckled, “Is that a crime?”
“No, but it does avoid the issue.”
“Which is?”
“How I’m going to manage to fit your cock inside me.”
Rowan’s jovial expression immediately dropped, and a more serious one took its place.
“No. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you don’t want to hurt me, but…”
“My dick is literally thicker than your arm and longer than your torso. No.”
You frowned, crossing your arms under your breasts as you pegged Rowan with a hard stare. He was indeed peculiar for a centaur, he was very patient and not as hot headed as the rest of them, but boy did he make up for that by being stubborn. Good thing you were stubborn too.
“Just the tip then.”
Rowan opened his mouth, and then promptly snapped it shut. From the corner of your eye, you caught a subtle glance of his tail whipping.
“Just…the tip?”
“Yes. I won’t push it farther than that.”
Rowan groaned, his large hand coming up to rub at his ruggedly handsome face. Then, much to your delight, an adorable scarlet blush bloomed across Rowan’s chest, and made it all the way up to his hairline.
“Fine…just the tip then.”
Your grin must have been just like a cat’s because right after that Rowan added,
“And I mean just the tip, understand? I don’t want you to get carried away, greedy girl.”
Your enthusiastic nod made Rowan shake his head, laughing deeply as he pulled you into his arms and claimed your lips in a passionate kiss.
“We’ll need a safe word.”
“Strawberry.” You promptly volunteered.
Rowan raised a brow.
“That was fast. Had that one in mind for a while?”
“Not really.” You smile, draping your arms over Rowan’s sturdy shoulders, fingers gently curling into his hair. “But seeing how flushed you are now, I feel like ‘strawberry’ is the perfect safe word.”
Rowan growled, nipping at your lips as his big hands grabbed your ass, bringing your body to rest flush against his. The heat of Rowan’s skin seeped into your bones and made you purr with delight.
“Teasing me right after you just begged for my cock? Careful sweetheart, that could kill a man.”
Finding the right position was the first obstacle the two of you had to tackle. You’d first started by presenting yourself to Rowan, utterly shameless, on hands and knees and buck naked with your ass in the open, summer air. Of course, you were too low to the ground to make this position work, and after Rowan had recovered from the near aneurysm you’d given him from your lewd display, he refused to mount you.
“All it will take is one wrong move, and I could seriously injure you. No sweetheart, you’re going to be on top for this.”
Which was easier said than done. Being a centaur, it’s not like Rowan could easily lay on his back. Eventually, the two of you found a position that worked, by having Rowan lay on his side.
"Are you sure about this?" Rowan groaned, licking his lips as your hands glided up and down his stiffening cock. He couldn’t believe how quick he was hardening for you.
“I’m sure, baby.” You reassured him, moaning as you brought the head of his cock to that sweet juncture between your legs and began rubbing him against your entrance.
A juicy curse fell from Rowan’s lips as his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Fuck, he knew from day one the challenges the two of you would face when it came to penetrative sex, but back then, he truly couldn’t care less if he ever got to be inside of you. Rowan loved you too much for that to ever be a dealbreaker.
But now, to watch you whimper and moan, eyes blown wide as your gorgeous hips and thighs trembled with pleasure, rubbing your wet, swollen little pussy all over his cock as you prepared to take him inside, was the sexiest and most erotic thing he’d ever experienced in his life. And this was just the foreplay.
“You ready, Rowan?” You breathed, stifling a little whimper as you pressed the thick head of his cock against your tight hole.
Fuck, he should be asking you that question.
But instead of answering you with words, Rowan shook his head and gestured for you to come lay next to him on the grass.
“Not yet. Come here and let me prepare you properly sweetness.”
Rowan watched you as you made your way around his body, marvelling at just how beautiful your skin looked in the sunlight. He never said it out loud, knowing that human customs were quite different compared to centaur ones, but in the privacy of his mind, Rowan had always known you were his mate. From the first moment he laid eyes on you, to now and beyond, Rowan knew you would always be the only one for him. Whether the two of you were physically compatible or not, it didn’t matter.
“Rowan,” You whispered, kneeling down in the grass beside him. Rowan simply smiled that charming roguish smile of his, then he reached over and squeezed your thigh.
“Come on. Straddle me. That’s it pretty girl. Sit on my face so I can get you nice and ready.”
He felt your legs tremble in his hands after he said that, and Rowan couldn’t stifle the shit-eating grin from his face even if he tried. He loved making you feel good, and the fact that he didn’t even need to touch you to do it drove him wild.
You settled down on top of him, perched prettily on his face just like he told you. Both you and Rowan groaned in unison when his tongue lapped along your folds.
“So wet,” Rowan groaned, ravenously licking up into your heat and sinking his tongue inside, engorging himself with your taste. “Lemme help sweetheart. Let me get you nice and relaxed so you can take what you want.”
You cried out as Rowan fucked you on his tongue, his thick fingers reaching up to toy at your clit and then part your folds, opening up the most private part of you for him to admire. Rowan groaned as he watched your pink flesh tremble and throb, the thought of how wrecked your pussy would look after his cock had its way with it made him feel dizzy.
“Oh baby, there’s no way I’m going to fit in your tight little pussy.”
Rowan feels your entire body stiffen at his words, but he reassures you with another wicked lick through your folds before thrusting his tongue into your entrance again.
“But you can have the tip. You can feel what it’s like to have a centaur’s cum inside you. That’ll soothe your ache, right?”
Rowan groaned as he felt your nails dig into his biceps, your whimpering moans becoming louder and louder as you drenched him in your juices, shamelessly rubbing your pussy all over his mouth.
”That’s it. Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Cum all over my tongue.”
And like a crack of lightening you come undone, crying out Rowan’s name as he gently guided you through your orgasm with his loving words, lips, and tongue.
Rowan held you in place, gently stroking your thighs as he waited for you to come back down from your high. Eventually, you moved from your resting place on your lover’s face and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thanks, I needed that.”
Rowan smiled, and rewarded you with a cheeky wink.
“Anytime, beautiful.”
Rowan’s heart skipped a beat when you glow from his flirtatious praise. He then watched you as you silently made your way back to the throbbing cock between his legs and gently took it back into your soft hands.
A rush of pleasure bloomed deep in Rowan’s gut at your touch. His cock, eager thing that it was, kicked in your grip, standing to attention and dripping out a fat drop of precum the moment you brought it back to rest against your cunt. Rowan shuddered. Fuck, he could cum just from this feeling.
“Breed me.”
Rowan’s gaze snapped up to meet yours at those words, his green eyes as wide as saucers.
“What?” He breathed.
Without breaking eye contact, Rowan watched in awe as you arched your back and moaned out the most sultry sound, holding his breath as he felt you lower your hips and push the tip of his cock inside you.
“Rowan, please. Make me yours. I want to be your mate. Yours and no one else’s.”
Your words hit him like a freight train, and Rowan grit his teeth as a powerful surge of lust coursed through him.
‘Mate. My mate. Yes. Mine, mine, mine.’
Gods, he desperately tried to control his rutting instinct…but he couldn’t. For the briefest of moments, it overtook him, and Rowan choked on a desperate apology as he bucked his hips into you, sinking his cock deeper than the two of you agreed upon.
Your pleasured cry intensified the lustful fog filling up Rowan’s love-drunk brain. Oh, fuck, you liked that. You loved being stuffed full of centaur cock.
“More,” You begged, speech slurred and near delirious, reaching back to spread your quivering pussy wider as you sank down further on your lover’s throbbing length. “Please! Mmmm—fuck. Rowan, don’t stop. You feel so good. I’ve never been—aaahh—this full before!”
Rowan moaned your name like a prayer into the cloudless, blue sky. His head thrown back with abandon as his thick fingers tore into the earth and grass beneath him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t part of the plan…he never meant for it to go this far…but you felt so fucking divine. So perfect. So his.
“My mate.”
“Yes,” You whimpered, taking him deeper, gasping with both pleasure and a little pain as his cock knocked against your womb. “Yours! No matter what anyone else says! Fill me up. Breed me. So there’s never any doubt—”
”Touch yourself,” The sound of Rowan’s harsh command made your pussy clench. “I’ll breed you after that, I’ll give you every single drop I’ve been saving up just for you, but you have to cum on my cock first.”
With a desperate mewl you reached down and circled your swollen clit with your fingers, squeezing down around him, begging him for his hot load. Rowan exhaled harshly, bucking his hips against you, his total loss of control dancing on a razor’s edge.
“Sweet girl, you drive me crazy,” Rowan growled every muscle on his body tensing deliciously as he approached his explosive release. “Cum on that centaur cock. Look at it stretch you out. I know you want it. You want it so badly it brought you to tears.”
Your teeth dug into your lip as the tightening coil of pleasure inside you teetered on the point of no return. Your fingers rubbed harder against your nub, and a desperate, muffled hiccup escaped you as Rowan thrust his heavy cock into you one last time.
The two of you cried out in heavenly unison, reaching your combined peak one after the other. Your pussy squeezed down on Rowan’s cock, milking him dry as you rode out the crashing waves of your orgasm. Rowan groaned deeply, chest heaving up and down as he pumped load after load of his hot cum inside of you, filling you to the brim.
It was a while before the two of you could catch your breath. And when you both finally did, you smiled adoringly at Rowan who smiled drunkenly back.
“So…just the tip, huh? Guess we’re both terrible at sticking to our word.”
You rolled your eyes at Rowan’s jab, but your smile never left your face.
shetland pony-style centaur boyfriend who is super embarrassed because he's small for his species but then he meets you, a petite little human, and realizes he's still the biggest cock you've ever seen
You had been on a nice walk until a group of handsy Satyrs wanted to get to know you more than you would have liked. Thankfully before any of them did anything more than tugging at your sleeves trying to get you to join them or touching your hair the heavy hoof beats of a wild stallion of a centaur scared the group away.
He took one look at you and snorted before continuing on witb his run leaving you in the dust.
Something about him drew you back though. Every day you kept coming back but every day you couldn't find him again. It disappointed you greatly.
It wasn't till a week of coming back to that olace did you finally give up. He wasn't coming back. It seems as if you were not the only one who had come to that conclusion either. That same group of satyrs had seen you and waited until they felt it was safe to approach you. After all that centaur wasn't going to stop them this time.
Seeing them run at you, you quickly turn fleeing as fast as your legs could take you. It wasn't fast enough, they were gaining on you. A hand reached out grabbing the back of your shirt lifting up up into the air. A scream pushed out of your lungs calling out for help but it quickly died as you were placed on the back of a horse. The centaur... He saved you?
You blink in confusion as you held onto his human torso. He was able to out run the satyrs much better than you could ever hope to have. It was clear he wasn't slowing down any time soon and you weren't sure if you should even ask. The man saved you but could you really trust him? Sure you wanted to see him again but not be taken off some where you didn't know. Were you being taken to a much dangerous situation than before?
This made you panic.
He could feel you tensing up, holding onto him tighter. "Your going to start choking me if you squeeze any tighter." His voice was smoother than you thought it would be. Almost calming given the circumstance.
It wasn't much longer until he slowed to a stop. His hoove kicked at the grassy ground as he waited. You felt embarrassed how long it took you to realize he wanted you off his back. Sliding off very ungraciously you fell right on your ass with a loud thud.
While you sat on the forest floor rubbing your now sore ass he started to walk away. "W-wait!" You called out, bis ear flicked lightly. "Can I at least thank you for your help?" He huffed at that, he wasn't sure why he helped you. You were so weak and pathetic, it pissed him off but seeing those satyrs touching you? It put him into a rage. "Don't let it happen again." He simply saod before walking away.
Looks like you were going to have to find your own way home...
Hi! Idk what to do with it so handing you this concept
Centaur girl x trans girl that drinks her piss as hrt
I know that's not exactly how that works but it's magic oki?
Anyway you don't have to do anything with it just an idea i wanted to share
A/N: Hi anon! I hope this is what you wanted because I stared at this request for a long time not really sure what to do with it. For those who don’t know, I guess this was brought up because for a long time some hormones were obtaining refining animal pee, so here it is. Enjoy!
HRT
Fem!Centaur x trans woman!reader || piss kink, watersports || tw: piss
Imagine needing to take your HRT but unable to find it for a little bit of time.
Your centaur girlfriend, as helpful as ever, did her research and discovered you could actually use some of her piss. She approached you with a very red face and looked a mix between aroused and very embarrassed when she suggested for you to… get under her and you know… She looked so cute you had to bite down your tongue not to laugh at her. You kissed her softly and told her there was no need.
But the idea kept circling your mind. Not only because you wanted your HRT, but because the thought of getting under her and drinking all of her… well, it wasn’t icky to you. It was fucking hot. It was so hot you had to take care of yourself while you thought about it. So next time you two were together, the one being awkward and very embarrassed for bringing it up was you.
Her features morphed the second you suggested it, her whole body tense while she looked at you with such hunger in her eyes, you were sure you were about to be laid down and fucked within an inch of your life. But she calmly stood up, offering you her hand and pulling you towards the big bathroom in her apartment. You were glad you brought it up in her house because she had a big enough bathroom to fit both of you comfortably.
Your legs were trembling in anticipation, your mouth dry and your brain spinning out of control. She urged you to the shower floor, and you eagerly went, kneeling behind her and looking at her glistening pussy. You could lean forward and eat her out right now… You almost did, but she asked once again if you were sure, and your resolve solidified. You didn’t respond, merely opening your mouth at the right angle, ready to get whatever she offered.
The warm caress of her piss hit your mouth, and you swallowed greedily feeling as hot as ever while she did so. You could hear her moaning, too, and you wanted to touch her so bad. By the time she was done, the front of your shirt was soaked, and your brain was swimming in pleasure and arousal. She turned around and pulled you towards her, kissing you fervently while your mixed moans resonated in the tiled walls.
The way she made love to you after that was nothing but insane. She rode you like her life depended on it, and you came so hard your eyes blacked out. It was in her dark room, after many orgasms, when you confessed to her that you had already had your HRT shot before coming to her apartment. She only giggled, kissing you so deeply and for so long that you were hard again by the time he let you go.
I’m back again to wish you a happy Chinese New Year! 🧧
It’s the year of the horse starting on February 17 2026, and I wanted to share an unhinged idea from yours truly, as per tradition! 🐴
Imagine being a jockey for centaur racing. The catch? The jockey is strapped to the underside of the centaur with the centaur’s cock lodged into reader’s hole! 😊
This’d be such a fun sport and something intriguing to bet on. Will the centaur contestant be able to take first place despite being milked by his jockey during the whole race? Or will he nut too hard and be in last place? 🍆💦
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P. S. I know I’m sending this to you early, but I wanted to make sure you saw it and got it in hopefully plenty of time before the actual date occurs. Hope the year has been treating you well so far! 😘
NSFW content!
I am reminded of this doodle I made two years back regarding centaur 'riding'. I will have to revisit it and include a proper harness and uniform. Advertisement patches and everything.
"How do you feel about winning this year's competition," a reporter inquires enthusiastically, pointing a microphone towards a drenched, flushed Reader.
"It's alright," you barely manage to huff, insides torn and mangled. "Actually, it's great, because I have my protein snack with me - all natural ingredients, ethically sourced."
You lift up the product you're meant to advertise, smiling weakly, dripping with your own kind of protein offered in generous amounts by your monstrous riding partner.
Anyways, I thank you for your lovely New Year wishes. Here's to another 12 months of your unhinged tomfoolery. And don't worry, I shall let my husband know he's the logistics expert when it comes to fictional genital safety, I suspect he'll be very proud of it. 😭
Imagine your parents sign you up for some kind of riding therapy class after you have a really bad fall while riding your horse. Not only do you now have an ache in your back that never goes away, but you're also terrified of being in the saddle. You visit your beloved horse almost every day, but you can't bring yourself to ride.
You don't want to go to riding therapy, but you know your parents must have spent a lot of money on it, so you decide to try it at least once. When you get there, however, you're in for a surprise. You're seeing every type of build from elegant thoroughbred to chunky pony. But these aren't horses, they're centaurs.
You can only stand there gaping and holding on to your walking cane for dear life as the centaurs bustle around. Some of them are already in the ring, walking in gentle circles with their riders, while others help each other fasten their saddles and guide ropes.
"You must be new," a friendly voice booms from high above you.
A centaur with a draft horse body and feathery hooves smiles at you, leaning down to offer his hand. You shake it timidly, explaining that you didn't know what type of riding therapy it was until you got here.
"It's a fairly new practice. We recommend that you see it as merely an extra step to getting back in the saddle. Centaurs typically have a smoother gait and unlike horses, we can understand our riders perfectly. Makes for a soothing experience. Do you want to try?"
It does sound less stressful than riding a horse when he puts it that way. You nod slowly.
"You can pick from any centaur that isn't already saddled," he says.
"Then, um, can I choose you?"
He doesn't hesitate to nod, a smile spreading on his face as he moves over to a mounting block. Another centaur offers to help with the saddle, but you decline. Putting the saddle on has always been a calming experience for you, even though you need to use a bit more effort this time thanks to the size of your ride. You're so deep into it that you even give him a pat on the belly out of habit. He laughs at how flustered you get and assures you that he doesn't mind.
It takes a bit of work to actually get in the saddle, and your knees ache by the time you settle. You're very high up. You take a deep breath and try not to tug anxiously on the guide ropes. He takes a couple of steps forward to ease you in before settling into a rolling walk. You realize it's not bad at all. The sun is mild, and the centaur's gait is so smooth you might well be sailing on a tranquil sea. For the first time in forever, you're smiling.
