Centaurus. The Centaur With Too Much Virility

The cracked board hung at an angle and squeaked in the breeze. There was a lithe red-scaled lizard person standing outside the door waiting patiently, he scratched at his neck frills nonchalantly.

Fey looked over her shoulder. The entrance to the alley was clear, except for the dozen heads peeking around the corner and looking at her hungrily. As she watched a number of the heads ducked behind, not yet bold enough to stand her gaze, but most stood their ground and returned her look, lips were bitten and one even winked at her. The centaur gulped and nervously moved closer to Ellaria.

The lizard person looked up as they arrived, his slitted eyes lazily moving from band member to band member, it was only when his eyes landed on Fey or rather that part of fey was there a reaction. His neck frills stiffened up and a look of shock crossed his face for a moment.

“Uh, this probably isn’t the place you want if you’ve got one of those boners that won’t go down ladies. The whore quarter is in that direction.” He jabbed a clawed thumb over his shoulder.

“This is the Soulomancer’s correct? There is a mage here who works with souls?”

“The sign didn’t give it away elfy? Course it is, though she’s not one to see just about anyone, you gotta have an appointment, like me.” The lizard person nodded his head sagely.

“Well you’ll just have to forget it, this is an emergency. My centaur friend is in dire need.”

“Oh I don’t think so you prissy leaf muncher. This is MY appointment, I go first, now wait your turn.”

The lizard person turned his back on Ellaria with a huff and stared at the door which remained solidly closed.

An awkward silence followed.

Ellaria frowned.

“Listen lizard, you either get out of my way or I remove that tail of yours, barbecue it, and then force feed you it until you choke.”

The lizard spun around to face her, his frills flaring.

“Are you oppressing me?! Wooow, what an elf like thing to do. Elitist elves! This is unbelievable! Outrageous! You just can’t let go of your imperialist ways can you, crushing us short-lived little people underfoot! This is tyranny! Tyranny!”

“No I-”

“Abuse from above! This isn’t the Elven Empire anymore you know. You can’t just boss us around and get your way! Being long-lived gives you no right to tell me what to do! You’re Not my queen, though you seem to consider yourself one in your arrogant elfy ways, I bet you thought you could enslave Me! Make me lick your feet! Feed you grapes I carefully peel with my teeth! Well I won’t do it, I refuse! I’m a free lizard, I find my own way, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me from taking my appointment, come hell or high water! The sky could fall and-”

“Shut up! Shut up! You annoying lizard!” said Ellaria, her fists balled.

Fey suddenly felt a hand on her flank and jumped in surprise. She turned to see a red-headed wolfkin girl touching her, she looked back at Fey as though shocked she was caught.

“I, uhm, heya, uhm, I noticed that you could do with a, uh, massage, to help relieve some of that stiff tension. I c-can help with that if you like? I’m a masseuse, quite a good one.”

A paw came down beside the wolfkin’s hand.

“I can do a better job! Don’t listen to her, she’s just a dumb wolfkin, not a true lupine!”

The wolfkin gave the lupine a scandalized look. “N-no! She’s mine!”

Several other women wandered closer to Fey. There was over a dozen of them by this point and the alley was starting to get crowded behind her.

“Listen you idiotic lizard, I’m not here to oppress you, I’m here to help my friend who’s struggling with an affliction.”

“What? Having a boner? I don’t think Solomon is going to help your friend, that’s not her line of work. We all know what this is really about, you just want to bully me! Steal my appointment! Make yourself feel like you’re in charge!”

Ellaria’s eyes blazed with irritation.

“You’re really pushing me lizard.”

“Hah! Just like you push your will on the shorter-lived species, the arrogance, the sheer elven pompous hubris!”

Several more hands and paws touched Fey’s legs and side, she looked behind her to see her back legs were surrounded by women, their eyes locked on to her body.

As she watched the first lupine grabbed a pawful of the wolfkin’s hair and pulled her aside. The wolfkin let out a gasp of pain then slapped at the lupine and pushed closer to Fey, her hands running over Fey’s muscular stallion thighs.

Ellaria held up a hand and a burning red fireball roared to life in her palm. She stared down the lizard imperiously, her voice commanding, her eyes faintly glowing.

“If you don’t do as I say you rotscaled piece of filth I will burn you into an ashen husk.”

The lizard flinched back, a little fear in his eyes for the first time, even the women who had started to push and shove at each other to get at Fey were given pause.

The lizard opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

“Oppression! Help! Help! I’m being oppressed!” he cried, his frills flaring outward and his arms going up in the air.

The door behind the lizard suddenly opened and a short bunnykin stepped out. She froze seeing the crowd of people all staring at her.

“Uhm, Solomon s-says you can go in now,” she said to the lizard before dashing off down the alley in the opposite direction.

“Oh. Nevermind.” The lizard ducked inside the shop and slammed the heavy door behind him.

Ellaria jumped forward and waggled the door handle but it was quite clearly locked.

“Godsdammed lizards,” she sighed.

“Uhm- g-guys, h-help! It, It’s too much! Too many!” said Fey as people started to push and shove at each other behind her. She gasped uncomfortably as a pair of paws came down on her balls and a lupine nose pressed against them, huffing in great breaths from the surface.

“Wait your turn!” said one, pushing aside another lupine and diving below Fey. She felt several sets of paws grasp at her cock. It throbbed excitedly, bucking and pulling at their grip. A spurt of precum splashed from the tip causing the crowd to groan, noses flaring, tails flagging in the air.

Ellaria grimaced as she watched the centaur get slowly swamped by women.

“This isn’t going to work.”

“Aw, but I love impromptu alley orgies!” said the gnome.

“Flora get her out of here, I’ll stay and talk to the Soulomancer and see what she has to say.”

“Urgh, fiiine. You’re far too responsible Ella. I guess I’ll see you back at the inn.”

“With that, the gnome faced Fey and raised both her hands in front of her, palm up. The centaur let out a yelp of surprise as she felt her hooves begin to lift off from the muddy cobble and into the air, flecks of mud falling away to the ground below.

The crowd of women were not happy about this development.

“W-wait! Don’t go!”

“Someone stop her!”

“I’m so hot inside, this heat! I-I need something inside me!”

“Drag her back down!”

As the centaur drifted upward, her hooves waving in the air, the crowd tried to grab at her, yanking on her tail and legs and pulling her downward. She let out a yelp and glared down at the crowd.

“Get off me!”

She kicked her legs and using her surprising strength managed to fling the crowd off of her. As she rose ever higher a lupine grabbed at her cock and yanked it down. She held on for dear life, hugging it to her chest as she was lifted skyward. However Fey’s cock was still slick and the lupine slid down until she was clutching at it with her paws ten feet of the ground. With a cry, she fell and landed on the muddy cobble on her butt.

The crowd looked up hungrily at the centaur incongruously floating in the air, her legs dangling.

“Some other time ladies,” said Flora.

She waved at them then gestured upward. Gnome and centaur swooped upward into the air, Fey with a cry of surprise having never flown before. She looked down in awe as they floated over the blocks rooftops and the into the next street. People below looked up and pointed in surprise, the sight of seeing an entire centaur floating through the air causing a stir, that the centaur had a massive erection was causing an epidemic of double takes.

“I’m flying! This, this is amazing Flora!”

“Eh, it’s alright.”

“It’s so much better than walking! I understand why you never bother to use your legs for anything now!”

“Hey that makes me sound lazy, I can use my legs, I just ... don’t.”

The pair levitated across a dozen streets until they were well outside the mage district. The gnome brought them back down to the earth, well, she brought the centaur back down, she remained floating nearby.

“Not all the way?” asked Fey a little disappointed that the ride had ended.

“Nope. My mana, I get to spend it how I want. You got four legs so walking is twice as easy for you, you should have no problem.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works Flora.”

“Have you ever experienced having just two legs? Yeah, I thought not.”

“I- but- ... No, I have not.” The centaur sighed but relented.

It didn’t take them long to return to the Slime’s Bane Inn where Fey was relieved to be able to hide from prying eyes once more. Back in their rooms they found Vivi, she had a dust cloth on her head and was slumped on the couch. She gave Flora a dirty look as she came in.

“Hi Vivi!” said Flora sunnily.

“Fuck you gnome.”

Fey blinked. “Uh, did something happen?”

“She- She... !” The fox girl threw her paws up in the air in exasperation.

“Did you clear up the mess you made of the bathroom foxy? You really did make a mess, what in the world were you doing in there?”

Vivi let out a snarl of irritation. “You would know. Do purple rubber balls ring any bells?”

“Nope! No idea what you are talking about!”

Fey gave the pink-haired gnome the side eye. She floated there, suspiciously innocent.

“I remember seeing that you bought ‘purple rubber balls’ Flora ... Flora what did you do?”

The centaur turned on the gnome, her eyes narrowing.

“What? Me? I didn’t do anything!”

Fey crossed her arms and stared at the gnome. The gnome wilted slightly under her disappointed gaze, her mask of oblivious innocence acquiring a crack.

“Really now.”

“Yep! Now if you’ll excuse me I have some uh, stuff to do!”

The gnome suddenly zoomed away and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Fey watched her go, unsure if she should go after her.

She let out a sigh deciding to let it lie for now. She trotted over and flopped down on the largest couch, a quadruple seater. It was still a little cramped and it creaked desperately under her weight. Her cock smacked against her horse stomach as she came down on her back

Across from her Vivi’s eyes were drawn to her body. Then she saw her enlarged swollen balls. The fox girl swallowed.

“S-so, did you find out what is wrong with you? I assume you didn’t couldn’t find a way to, uh, go back to being all female?”

Fey looked down unhappily. “No, we got the mage guild to look but even their best couldn’t tell me anything, Ella thinks it’s something to do with my soul, I don’t really know, I’m starting to wonder if I’m just going to have to live like this.”

“Hey, that’s not a bad thing in my opinion,” said the fox girl. She had started to move her hips on the couch, squirming uncomfortably. A paw was drifting toward her shorts.

“Is it Vivi? It seems like I’m going to get harassed in the streets if I’m not careful. I’m not sure I can get used to that...”

“You enjoy the sex, don’t you? Blowing your load into a girl stretched over your massive length, filling her to her limit so she’s more satisfied than she could ever imagine.”

Fey eyed the fox girl who’s breathing had accelerated. Her paw was pressed up against her shorts and fey could see the folds of her muff where her paw pads pressed the cloth up against herself.

“ ... yes ... I’ve had ... thoughts. I- I like leaving people happy and I like my own release. But it’s so!”

The fox girl jumped to her feet suddenly.

“You’re just not used to being shameless and open Fey, y-you just need to g-get used to it! L-let me help with that!”

The five foot tall fox girl lurched forward and jumped on Fey’s broad barrel, wriggling around so that she was sitting atop it. Fey’s cock rested across her white-furred thighs.

She bit her lip as she looked down at the massive gently throbbing cock laying on her legs. Her paws came down and her breath hitched as her paw pads touched the hot surface. She ran her paws across it, feeling the vascular pattern of veins, the raw stallion heat of the thing, and then pushed her paws underneath and tried to lift it.

“Gods it’s so heavy!” The horse cock bucked in her grip, pushing her paws down before springing back up. The cock tensed again, the powerful strength behind it squashing her paws between it and her thighs.

“You have your heat back Vivi? It came back after you uhm, emptied yourself?”

“Of course it did! It’s not going to go away for a while, your cum was just a temporary suppression of it, now It’s back and gods I’m so fucking horny.”

“It doesn’t bother you? Your heat?”

The vulpine tilted her head to the side. “Not really, it makes sex feel so much better, and it’s for only part of the year, it’s natural, really, as natural as sex, when you have your partner’s member inside of you and you are like one being, connected in a wild visceral way like nothing else, that natural feeling of breeding, that feeling is kinda what heat is like sorta.”

The fox girl was running her paws over Fey’s twitching shaft as she spoke, her paws pads tracing the large veins that ran up its length. A cup of clear precum suddenly sprayed from the tip splashing over Fey’s horse chest, and running dark over her fur. A little of the fluid spattered onto the pale skin of her upper body. The centaur girl bit her lip as Vivi’s nose flared and she drew in a great breath, the scent of the precum filling her nose. The fox girl shuddered and her hips squirmed.

“I noticed your balls,” said Vivi, “They seem ... bigger ... much bigger. I’m, I’m gonna touch them.”

The fox girl ran her paw back down Fey’s length until she was reaching for the massive testicles that hung from the base of her cock. As she moved her paws over their obscenely round surface her brow rose.

“Holy hell they are hot, I’m surprised they’re not steaming, and they’re so taught Fey, Don’t they hurt?”

Fey whimpered at the fox girls touch

“They’re, uhm, sore yes, like there’s a huge pressure trying to find a release.”

“The amount of cum in them must be, f-fuck, I can’t even imagine!”

“I-”

They were interrupted by the door to the common room opening and Ellaria appearing. She paused as she saw Fey and Vivi on the couch then frantically flapped her hand at them, looking behind her meaningfully. Fey blinked at her then realizing what she meant she scrambled to her hooves, tossing Vivi to the ground with a yelp. As she got up a human woman appeared at the door, though on second glance, not quite a human.

For one she had green-tinted skin. Her hair was green and voluminous and appeared to be part plant. White flowers and leaves peeked from the top, growing from her hair and arranged vaguely like a tiara around her head. Her clothing wasn’t clothing but plant life, her breasts ensconced in a pair of cupping leaves, her hips hung with foliage. She walked barefoot and with her came the scent of a summer meadow. To Fey’s amazement, she was nearly as beautiful as Ellaria, which was not a knock on her, elves were in a tier of their own when it came to beyond perfect beauty, so that this new person was even remotely close made her absolutely stunning to look at.

She was a dryad.

The dryad turned curious eyes on Fey.

“U-uhm, Hi?” said Fey.

“Hello Fey. My name is Solomon. Your elven friend told me about your condition. I sensed honesty enough from her to come see you myself. It appears I made the right decision.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I have not seen anything like this before, you are fascinating, I’m not sure how this is possible to be frank.”

“She’s just grown a bit of cock, it’s no big deal,” said Flora. She’d emerged from her bedroom and was squinting at Solomon suspiciously.

Vivi stood up from where she had been sitting on the ground, brushing off her knees. “That’s more than just a bit, it’s more like a lot of cock ... she’s got big juicy full balls too.”

“Oh, I was not referring to her physical appearance dear vulpine, I am referring to the fact that this centaur currently has no soul. She is as an undead.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m undead? I died!?” said Fey, her voice rising.

“That would appear at first glance to be the case, although I have neither heard of or seen any undead that has anything like the aura of virile struggling life that you give off. If you are an undead you are the most brimming with life of any undead that has ever existed.”

“What does that mean? I paid for your help Soulomancer, not ambiguous words,” said Ellaria crossing her arms.

“I am not quite sure myself, It is a curious thing. Please, tell me of your symptoms, perhaps I can divine a clue. I personally do not believe you are an undead, so the question is, what are you exactly?”

“Her symptoms are awesome,” said Flora.

“I have a, uhm, p-penis, and I- I cum a bit more than normal.”

“You cum buckets!” said Vivi. “So so much and then you can put it in women, all of it, and your new magical ability makes their bodies forever more elastic and stretchy, and, and-”