Author's Note: Read the tags before progressing please.
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The centaur shifted from hoof to hoof. They clicked against the hard tiles and rebounded against the walls, echoing in Mia's ears as she savoured having her cock half-buried inside Bella's tight throat. A passage so thin it shouldn't be able to handle her girth, much less hunger for more, but the slut inched deeper. Saliva and pre-cum mixed together within Bella's throat and mouth. The lewd cocktail coated and dripped from Mia's shaft.
Beside the first, her other dick, from which similar sensations nipped at her senses, was given long, loving strokes. Mia's nipples jutted an inch from her broad areolae, brought to life by the burgeoning ecstasy of her twin stimulus. She pushed forward. Bella's lips forced the foreskin to bundle, and the member to bend against her face. The self-proclaimed slut paused and inhaled, somehow breathing around the immense blockage.
"I didn't tell you to sniff my dick," Mia grunted and pulled away, then lurched forth. Her prick slid inside with ease this time, Bella's gullet open and willing, "Just take it... like the slut you are."
Subtle tremors through her dual body bristled Mia's fur. Since when did she talk to people like that? Even to her friends, she was cordial and professional. She didn't insult them. Didn't order them around. Didn't discourage them.
But Bella wasn't a friend. She was the campus whore. Anyone with a penis or a large enough strap-on had slept with her, whether sober or drunk. Entire fraternities had taken her in a single night. So the rumours claimed. What reason did Mia have for being nice to her? None. If anything, she had the right - the duty - to treat her as dirt. It's what she wants, Mia justified.
The centaur blanketed her qualms in her pleasure. She brought her hands to her breasts, cupping and savouring the plentiful flesh. Their shape belied how soft they were. A set of giant marshmallows, she thought, capped with ripe, delicious cherries. She massaged her tits, cooing softly at the mild warmth her touch brought. It couldn't match the wanton blaze Bella's slurps caused, nor the feverish sensation as she stroked the other cock.
Mia tapped her hooves in nervous delight. Mild quivers rocked her overstuffed scrotum, swinging it to and fro, its cargo carried it far. She jerked as Bella shoved forward. Her lips pressed into the sheath, she inhaled the potent musk and made a gargled moan. The centaur reared back with her hind legs, pulling a few inches free, before slamming back inside. Her prepuce slid into Bella's maw as her balls swung forward to smack the slut's chin.
"Oh fuck, that's... that's good," Mia whispered. She glanced back to mirror as Bella kept moving. There, standing naked underneath her belly, surrounded in a sensual stench alien to a human's body, her third partner shoved her nose deep against Mia's crotch. How did it smell to her? Mia had gone to a farm as a child. The horses were clean but in their natural environment. It had reeked in an oddly pleasant way, such that she couldn't place how she felt about it. Bella had no such issues.
She loved it. No one could mistake the wide-eyes, flared nostrils and bobbing motions for anything but lust. Her senses were subsumed in centaur cock. Bella's body vibrated around Mia's shaft as her hands stroked the second shaft, urging heaping gouts of cum to spurt forth. They landed against the slut's naked chest, covering it in moments. She aimed the following shots to coat herself further.
"Do more," Mia groaned. Bella stepped back, a foot of cock slid free alongside a gush of throat and dick slime, and slammed forward again. Her hands darted to her chest and back to the other prick, massaging a layer of spit and pre-cum into its dark length. It glistened with the mixture and expunged greater amounts in return.
Mia rocked her hindlegs in tandem. She snorted and moaned under her breath, basking in the simple act, made implausibly erotic by her unique form. The centaur tried to imagine the view from a human's perspective, from Bella's to be precise, to picture what it must feel like to stand beneath a horses body, atop of which an overendowed human torso resided, and suck a cock bigger than a leg. All while she stroked its twin and inhaled the brutal musk.
But that wasn't her world. She was the centaur. One that stood twice the height of Bella, endowed with two cocks, four balls and a set of breasts too great for oversized watermelons to compare. Bella's head bobbed back and forth, moaning and gagging on a cock larger than her head. By all accounts, the bitch should've been terrified of the challenge alone, much less succeed in conquering it. Her stomach bulged out as it filled with a constant tide of pre.
Yes, Mia thought as she hastened her thrusts. She was someone to be adored. Not by everyone, only those with the gall to take her like this, to impale their oesophagus and spread their stomach for her. And more.
Mia moaned higher and tugged on her nipples. The blissful soreness in her balls worsened. They grumbled and clenched, shooting greater loads of slime into and onto the slut, who worshipped the sensations. Her once trim stomach was no more, now a slow-swelling mound of viscous cock juice. Though it didn't yet compare to what had become of Keira and Annie the day before.
"Oh god, what the hell am I turning into?" Mia murmured. She wanted to fuck this girl, someone whose familiarity bordered on a stranger. Was it safe? Would she tell others about it? What if they wanted to try as well?
The centaur pinched her nipples and yanked on them. She couldn't think like that. Not now, not ever. Annie and Keira - and now Bella - were already willing. Why would she want more? A rhetorical question. The answer pervaded her entire body, from hoof to tail to her head; pleasure. If a threesome had been incredible, then how about a foursome? Or if she took five girls at once?
"Stop that," Mia snapped under her breath. She grunted and plunged hard into Bella, cramming the girl's face into her crotch and forced her to hold the pose. Her neck craned up, its shape overridden by that of Mia's cock, while a throbbing tube led the way down into her pudgy abdomen. The centaur pushed forward, pulling the slut along until they were against a wall. Mia planted her hands there and kicked with her hindquarters. Her rear rose high, extracting almost two feet of dick, and slammed down. Bella retched at the violent penetration.
But her pussy rained harder than ever.
Mia panted, her breath condensing against the tiled wall. Its surface reflected her visage with a bleared out sheen, offering a peek at her flushed features and wild-eyed desire. Her pink hair scattered across her face, clinging to her cheeks with the budding beads of sweat, while her lips hung apart. She looked untamed, like an animal in heat.
"It's your fault," Mia said, glancing back to the mirror and at Bella, whose face was smeared in sweat, tears, cum and spit. That's right, the fault lied with Bella for riling her up, and with everyone else in the classroom. None did anything to help alleviate her growing unrest. She couldn't help but feel this way because of them. Which left the responsibility of relieving her to Bella. Who better than the campus slut?
But this would be a one time indulgence. She'd see her doctor tomorrow and get a grasp of the situation, then she could work on controlling it, if nothing else. For now, however, she would gladly abuse Bella's body until the slut gave out or she was satisfied. Just this once.
