Mina rolled her hips against Uma's human's torso, cock sliding between their breasts. Their lips mashed together, tongues fought for supremacy, while their hands sought to explore any surface not already discovered. Few such areas remained. Splitting apart, Mina wiped away the spit and panted into Uma's exotic face.
"We really should keep moving," Mina said.
"I know," Uma leaned down to nip at her shoulder, "I just can't help myself."
Mina groaned and squeezed at the centaur's tit, "Yeah, I understand. But we've barely moved for two days."
"I blame you. And this glorious, thick ass," Uma said with a spank on the mentioned rear, then squeezed hard. Moisture built inside Mina's pussy as a finger brushed its lips. Despite their lack of progress, sex with the centaur was difficult to refuse. Uma really fucked liked the stallion her lower half personified.
"Good thing I've figured something out."
"Oh?"
Mina removed her clothes and wrapped the cloak around Uma's middle, knotting it tight. The material was durable enough to support her bodyweight, which made it perfect for Mina's plan. She slipped into the makeshift hammock, crotch in optimal position for the horse cock. With some trial and error, the head pressed against her familiar cunt and stretched it open. Both futanari sighed at the walls sliding apart.
Pride wasn't foreign to Mina. She'd felt it daily in how strong her body was, in her cock for its size, but this might have been her greatest idea. Not only were they fucking and moving, but Uma's steady gait moved her cock in delicious ways, stretching her in specific directions and rocking deeper to their rhythm. Each clop of a hoof was punctuated by either of their moans.
"You're a genius," Uma said. Mina nodded, clenching her muscles, while she worked her body against the underbelly, one hand groping a tit, the other her balls, helping to augment the pleasure. They made good headway, before stopping for Uma's orgasm.
Mina pressed her body flush to the equine half. Her nipples and cocks rubbed against it, pleasure sparking through her pussy, which clenched around Uma's throbbing member. The head lodged in her womb, prying the opening wide for a deluge of thick, centaur cum. Neither considered her sheer, uterus-bloating production.
Uma stopped and bucked her hips, crying out. The jerking thrusts pressed her balls against the human's rear, their shapes quivering, before Mina felt the first jet of cum. It filled her womb, forcing it to expand. As her abdomen bloated, they realised the mistake; there was nowhere for it to grow. Mina panted through her pleasure, the sensation of Uma's seed rushing in hurtling her toward orgasm. Pressure built until semen gushed from around the Monster's girth.
Each follow up spurt tried bloating Mina, but was jettisoned to the ground. Bliss ramped toward completion, until Mina joined Uma's cries, dousing their bodies in cum and milk.
"Something's near," Uma said, breathing deep.
"Hmm?" Mina strained to focus through her afterglow and looked around, viscous ropes of semen connecting her cheek to Uma's belly. Her ears flicked at rustling leaves. Was it the poachers? She fixed her gaze on a thicket, from which a squirrel ran past, but the movement didn't stop. An equine leg stepped out. She followed it up and found a horse sans rider. Her face lit up.
"I know that horse. He's mine," Mina said, to which Jackson looked her way, eyes judging her. She'd fucked a centaur, minotaur, a cat and dog girl, but still that horse embarrassed her, "Don't look at me that way. A lot of things happened." To which he huffed.
"He doesn't believe you," Uma snickered.
Mina rolled her eyes, but kept her attention on Jackson, and his lack of company, "Where's Li?"
He snorted and went back through the bushes. Uma trotted after him with Mina still hanging from her middle, softening cock gradually sliding from her depths on a tide of seed. Beyond the greenery, a crumbled form caught her attention. Untying her cloak, Mina fell to the ground with a wet plop, then scrambled to Li's body.
"She's still breathing," Mina sighed and checked the area, noticing blood splatters around, but no bodies. She flipped Li over, no sign of injury, so it wasn't her blood. Then the poachers must still be out there. Picking her up, she laid her across Jackson's back and took the reigns. Li was incredibly light, despite her curves on par with Mina's own.
"We should leave her," Uma said, shuffling between hooves and crinkling her nose, "She doesn't smell right. Like death."
Mina sniffed as well, but caught no such aroma, "I couldn't have rescued you without her. It's the least we can do."