Centaurus

Neshi blinked and looked carefully at the spheres, she held them from below and so was able to feel them lurch larger, increasing in size. Her brow rose in surprise.

 

“Huh, they actually are… She is-”

 

“Wait, a female centaur with a p-penis? H-hey, HEY! I’ve heard about her! B-but I thought...”

 

The other brides turned to the gnoll who had spoken up, a slim girl with a tiara made of oversized white chrysanthemums. She gulped under the attention and the tiara nearly fell off her head, catching on her ear adorably.

 

“What are you saying Vizzy?”

 

“I’ve been to the city r-recently. While I was there my sister showed me this newsletter filled with the most feverish fiction-, the most absurd style-, well they obviously exaggerated everything, pleasure, size, c-cu-”

 

“Why did your sister have something like that?”

 

“Well, it’s a secret isn't it, the noble ladies of Bine have been clandestinely passing these outrageous letters around to each other. The grandiose mansions of social meet and greets is chock full of ladies in their finest most expensive most elegant dresses, wearing jewelry that could buy entire towns, perfectly coifed gentile politeness, and- and- they’re passing these shamefully pornographic stories to each other by sleight of hand! Right under their husband’s noses! It’s utterly scandalous!”

 

“You cannot be serious.”

 

Fey, suddenly feeling strangely trapped, watched unhappily as Ellaria left the inn through the door they had entered through, abandoning her to the wolves.

 

“You know my sister, she’s a queen of the gossip vine, it’s definitely happening... But- but she said the newsletter was fiction! There’s no such thing as a female centaur with a massive gigantic huge great throbbing-” 

 

“Okay we get the point. It’s probably based on her, some perverted scribe saw her in the street one time and then used her as inspiration, that would still mean it’s fiction as your sister says.”

 

“Well a lot of it is fiction to tell the truth, I’ve even added a few fictions of my own to it.” said Octavia from beneath Fey. “But there are a lot of true stories in the newsletters too and those are the most popular ones by far.”

 

Vizzy stared bug eyed at Octavia, eyes near popping out of her head.

 

“N-no way…but that means… I could… that could be me too?” she breathed.

 

Neshi who had been happily massaging Fey’s balls glanced over at Vizzy and rolled her eyes. 

 

“It’s city slicker bullshit Vizzy, don’t place expectations based on what you read and you won't be disappointed.

 

A soft laugh came from below Fey, Octavia placing her hand over her mouth as she creased silently with mirth.

 

Fey bit her lip. “Uhm, I'm ah n-not very good with b-ball t-teasing, c-could you s-stop may-BE!”

 

She squeaked as a tongue touched down on her testacles, Lotsai pushing between the two gnolls attending her rear and running her tongue up, her long lick starting at the bottom of her balls, arcing up over the enormous curve then up across clit and then pussy lips. The skill with which the gnoll did this was a clear sign of experienced expertise.

 

“Fuck me she’s delicous,” said Lotsai licking her lips, “like the best of both worlds.”

 

“Really? Let me try.”

 

“No, me!”

 

“Hold on there's not enough room back here!”

 

“Well make room!”

 

More and more of the wedding dress attired gnolls pushed back their chairs and crowded around Fey's rear leaving behind the groom at the table who stared blankly at the group.

 

Fey gasped and stumbled forward as ten different tongues lashed at her balls and pussy, masterful laps and strokes and swirling circling motions and plunging dips between her plump pussy lips, it was like ten geniuses of oral sex had suddenly dropped down on her from the heavens.

 

“Wh-why are you s-so good ah- at this!”

 

Neshi pulled away, a string of Fey’s puss juice connecting her lips to Fey for a moment.

 

“Oh you don't know very much about gnolls I suppose?”

 

“N-no- oh g-gawdddd!”

 

Fey’s tail flagged into the air and her pussy winked. A hard spray of fem cum splattered over the brides, her slightly sticky clear juices splashing over their pristine white clothing, the white darkening with wet, spilling between their cleavage. This just seemed to please the gnolls who cooed and preened in excitement.

 

Neshi giggled. “It’s cause of how gnolls are silly. There is one male gnoll born for every ten female gnolls.” She gestured at the groom. “And Ihnny Gunktongue over here is one of the strongest and largest males there is, that's why every female gnoll worth their salt is after him. We had to pay a dowry like you wouldn't believe to make him ours, several mansions worth of gold, it's only cause the lumber business is so lucrative that we had any chance at all.”

 

“Wha- what does that have to do with th-this!”

 

Neshi smiled and stuck out her tongue playfully. “Male gnolls aren't really up to the task of entertaining a female gnoll,” she wiggled her pinky in the air as though to demonstrate, “So we have to make do, and if I do say so myself we have gotten rather good at making do.”

 

Fey glanced back at her rear in alarm as her balls started to tingle.

 

“O-oh! G-god all this licking is c-causing a problem!”

 

The girls gasped in delight as Fey’s balls suddenly lurched larger under the intense stimulation, growing out a full inch and then two, angry veins appearing across the surface. Each massive sphere growing to fourteen inches across, fifteen inches, sixteen, her fat nuts pulsing with pure raw virility in time with her heart, the surface becoming rock hard and boiling hot, practically vibrating they were churning so hard.

 

Each testacle slowed and came to a stop at seventeen inches across each, a light steam wafting from their sweaty surface as the brides backed away in sheer awe.

 

“N-no way,” said Lotsai staring at the lightly pulsing surface. She swallowed noisily, so did a number of the other girls. “H-hey, is this really happening right now?”

 

“What do we do…?”

 

Fey let out a long pained groan. “Hnnn they hurrrt! S-someone help, hey you’ve got to help me! You did this with your darned perfect licking! You’ve got to fix this!”

 

Ten sets of eyes moved from the vast seventeen inch balls down to Octavia sleeved on the massive horse dick below, her body bobbing up and down as Fey’s diamond hard erection flexed up and down.

 

“Uhm, hi?” said Octavia, waving back nervously.

 

“Are we gonna?”

 

“That was one thing, but…”

 

“J-just make her cum in the mouse girl, this’ll be easy right?”

 

The brides moved around Fey, bending down to peer at Octavia. The mouse girl looked around in alarm as ten sets of paws grabbed hold of her, latching onto her wrists and ankles and hips and shoulders.

 

With a grunt the brides hauled Octavia forward and she was dragged up with a yelp, her pussy noisily schlopping over veins and medial ring leaving behind Fey’s exposed length glistening and steaming wet with her juices.

 

A wave of masculine scent crashed over the brides like a bomb, their bodies freezing up as the scent of Fey’s freed dick hit their noses like lightning. They quivered on the spot, knees slamming together as ten pairs of tails flagged up hard.

 

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” cried Lotsai, her body jerking and twitching as the sound of fluid hitting floorboards came from below, her daffodil tiara wobbling madly. The gnoll blushed and bit her lip as the front of her wedding dress became dark with wet.

 

“D-did you just cum from the sm-smell” croaked out one of the brides, giving Lotsai the side eye.

 

“N-no!”

 

“Liar!”

 

Lotsai elbowed the one who had spoken in the side as hard as she could. The gnoll gaped as her hips rocked to the side, the stimulation of movement sending her over the edge, a splatter of wet hitting the ground in just like with Lotsai.

 

“H-have you ever scented anything like-

 

“Never, it's like a males scent times a million, a billion, but somehow even better…”

 

“Are you gonna leave me out in the cold like this!” squeaked Octavia from the tip of Fey's dick.

 

As one the gnolls turned their gaze on her, then their paws gripped down like vices and they violently hauled her back putting to use their muscular bodies built from felling trees to send her rocketing down Fey's dick.

 

The mouse girl cried out and squirmed, desperately trying to thrash her limbs but being held firm and manacled tight in the gnoll bride’s grip.

 

The gnolls were unrelenting and pistoned the mouse girl up and down up and down, her voice rising in a wailing shriek as she squirted over and over and over.

 

Of course, the entire inn was staring right at them by now, not that it seemed to bother the shameless gnolls.

 

“What the fuck do you think you are- What are you doing to that- This isnt,- OUT! OUT NOW! You disgusting shameless worthless bitches-”

 

The innkeeper grabbed at one of the bride gnolls, hauling on her dress, trying to drag her away from Fey.

 

With a flash of motion the gnoll turned in an instant, her paw wrapping around 

the innkeeper’s throat and lifting him into the air with one powerful arm, his legs kicking at the air, eyeballs bulging out of his head as his face turned even more red than his normal hue.

 

She snarled, flashing her large canines, a growl rumbling through the room.

 

“You touch me again limpdick and I will fucking end you. I have enough shares in this shithole of an inn to do whatever the fuck I want. Now get back behind that bar and pour me a drink like the snivelling little twerp you are.” She glared at the few remaining lumberjacks in the inn who were staring at her. “You don't want to cause us lumber gnoll’s trouble? Then fuck off.”

 

She dropped the innkeep and he fell to the ground and scrambled back gasping for breath. The bride snorted and flicked her toes at him, he flinched in fright and scuttled back further.

 

“Well?”

 

The innkeep scrambled to his feet and raced away.

 

She turned back just in time for Fey to explode into Octavia, her belly billowing out in surges.

 

The bride blinked as it just... didn't stop, the mousekin’s belly ballooning as she was rapidly stuffed with cum, all of the bride’s paws sinking into her sloshing bulging belly, mass spilling around their paws as they gasped in awe.

 

Octavia filled out further and further, pushing the brides away from Fey as she grew in size, her womb becoming a lake of horse cum, bulging out between Fey's legs, seven foot then eight then nine she grew until the gnolls were fully pushed away and Fey’s front was being lifted into the air. The mousekin spread limp over the carnal throne of her own body.

 

With a groan Fey stumbled backwards, dragging herself from within the mousekin until she popped free. A waterfall of white gushed from Octavia’s pussy, rolling down the arc of her belly and pouring on to the floor until Octavia managed to squeeze her cervix tight, closing the lake off.

 

Neshi and Lotsai and Vizzy and the rest of the brides stared at the dome that was Octavia, a vast sphere of pale strained skin.

 

Octavia’s head wobbled up from atop her belly, “I’m gonna need more paper to write about this one, oh g-gosh,” She flopped back down on to herself limp as wet rope.

 

“Uh, uhm, s-say, wh-what do you think that f-feels like?”

 

One of the gnolls hesitantly placed a paw against Octavia’s belly, the heat of so much seed burning her pads, the sheer virility just below her touch sending an electric tingle up her arm.

 

“D-didn't really expect, s-so much,” one of the gnolls swallowed, “those are some big balls but this is, this is-”

 

“-Something else” breathed Lotsai.

 

Ten pairs of eyes turned to Fey.

 

“Uhm, hey?”

 

“It’s just like it said, just like in the secret newsletter,” whispered Vizzy. “It’s not fiction, oh- oh m-my…”

 

One of the brides took a step forward.

 

“You know this is like, our hen party, you know, before we tie the knot or something…”

 

“...and it would be kinda nice to have one last fling….

 

“... a really really big fling…”

 

“Y-you’re groom is right there!” 

 

“That's alright, he can watch if he wants... or join.”

 

Fey backed nervously away as the brides advanced on her, ready to pounce, then, they did pounce, in one big rush. Fey yelped as the gnolls dived on her her now fully exposed dick, mouths eagerly opening to slurp and gulp up the layer of cum on its surface, the brides gorging themselves on the thick white horse cum, drinking it down so quickly that it was only a few moments before her shaft was once more clear of cum, only the brides saliva coating it and horse cum left drooling down their chins.

 

Neshi gave Fey’s urethra a quick kiss and then turned around. She hiked up her bridal skirt with difficulty, having to fold it over and over until it rumpled over the top of her hips. She rolled her broad hips side to side, her enormous ass cheeks wobbling atop a pair of extraordinarily thick and muscular thighs that looked strong enough to crush boulders.

 

Vizzy reached out and grabbed at Neshi’s swelling clit, running pads up and down its growing length, the dominating thing shoving back her clitoral hood at the base as it grew larger and larger and larger, inching down between her thighs as her puffy cunt drooled a stream of lubricant over it, running down its fat smooth length to drip drip from the tip. The bride's paw was spread wider and wider by thickening clit, a true pseudo penis fitting of the gnoll species. She squeezed down on the throbbing ten inch nerve riddled thing and Neshi jerked and gasped, her erect clit tensing and jerking in the bride's grasp. It flexed hard and then slipped free from her digits, slippery wet with Neshi’s juices.

 

“Hnn g-gawd, I feel like I'm on fire! fucking get that massive fucking horse dick inside of meee!!”

 

The brides grabbed hold of Fey's shaft and guided it down, down and aimed at Neshi’s plump swollen folds, practically slurping at the air they were so desperate to be parted.

 

Two of the brides grabbed hold of Neshi’s hips and dipped their paws between her ass cheeks, digits pressing down into her soft mound, gripping, then pulling out, spreading her cunt wide, exposing her pink clenching insides. They then pushed her back, pressing her rear up against the broad flat head of the dick, the thing so wide that it pressed their paws down into her buttocks and they struggled to make space, desperately trying to spread the yelping bride’s cunt wider. They heaved on her, not making any progress, until the dick pressed home, then things suddenly became easier, her cunt stretching unexpectedly further as they pulled her wide then wider, her pussy spreading inches across as it kissed home against the head a strained open cavern that was still just not big enough to take the sheer size of her.

 

Neshi mewled as her enormous smooth pink gnoll clit scraped and rubbed against the rim of Fey's dick, the hyper sensitive length twitching and flexing as every little roughness and bump knocked and rubbed against it. 

 

The muscles of the gnoll brides bulged with exertion and heaved Neshi on to the tip, her cunt forcibly spread wider and wider until with a sudden lurch she was thrust an entire foot onto the dick, the snow white front of her wedding dress bulging out as the shape of Fey pressed out her belly.

 

“FHHUCKKK!!!!” screamed Neshi as she came, her clit swinging wildly in the air with each spraying spurt of girl cum from around Fey’s length splashing against the floorboards, her glossy smooth clit becoming soaked and drippy as fluid splashed down on top of it.

 

“Fuuucckkkking helllll! Why does it feel sooo fuckiinnnnggg goooood!”

 

“In the newsletter they said it makes things feel way way better than normal as well as making you more stretchy,” said Vizzy in awe.

 

Neshi bit her lip hard. “That's really really underselling it, oh my fucking godsssss! M-more! I w-want moarrr!”

 

The gnoll bride tried desperately to push herself further on to the horse dick, her feet slipping on the puddle forming on the ground below, her wobbly legs too weak to move herself.

 

She whined until nine sets of paws grabbed hold of her, gripping down on her thighs and ankles and hips and arms, one pair of paws even grabbing hold of her clit. With a grunt they slammed her down the length until her rotund rear slammed up against the medial ring, her buttocks wobbling like jelly, her snow white wedding dress bulging out, the fabric straining to its absolute limit.

 

“HNNGGGGHNNHNNGGGG!!!”

 

The paws wrapped around her clit were doused in a spray of girl cum, their fur soaked through as Neshi was then hauled back up the length without break, all the way to the tip of Fey's dick, her cunt making the most lurid schlurping sound as such a large object was forcibly removed.

 

“Back back! I can't be empty! I need to be filllleeeeddd!”

 

With an eager growl the brides thrust her back down as hard as they could. Neshi’s voice rose into a rafter shuddering scream as her pussy brutally crashed into Fey's medial, her muff slowing before being squeezed over the top. The sound of tearing cloth pierced through Neshi’s howls and her tented out tummy tore through the front of her wedding dress, her belly bulging out in front of her breasts, then pushing out further and further as the brides dragged Neshi all the way to the wrinkled base, Fey's dick pushing out in front of her breasts, past her neck, her head.

 

“Fnhggnnnn!”

 

Neshi’s clit was diamond hard, tensing and moving so hard that it slipped from the bride who was dragging its pads. It slapped back against the surface of Fey's balls as it was freed, a small thing next to their sheer immensity, the two burning hot surfaces colliding, the balls reacting to the touch. The balls snarled and shifted, deforming slightly as the hyper aggressive sperm lunged at Neshi’s clit sensing the nearness of a needy pussy, the surface bulging out a little as it reached for her femininity. But then her clit fell away and Fey's balls were left to roil and churn, frustrated and hungry.

 

“M-more! spear me girls, rut me on this thing like a useless fuck doll!”

 

The brides were happy to help and they dragged her all the way up to the tip of Fey's dick, bridal dress becoming a disheveled mess, her insides queefing madly, speckles of juices spurting from around her tightly stretched labia as a massive vacuum dragged on her insides.

 

Neshi squealed, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered madly, her mouth open wide tongue outstretched as she was sent rocketing back down the length, her tummy thrusting out from the tear in her wedding dress, her muscular abdomen forcibly shaped over the log of a dick.

 

Feys hooved clattered on the floorboards as she was stimulated by the bride’s pussy, her balls slapping up and down against her thighs hard enough to indent her flesh as she rocked.

 

“Oh god!” she cried as Neshi was once more sent back up and then down her length, a bridal cocksleeve roughly used by her friends to pleasure the biggest dick any of them had ever seen.

 

“Ohgodhogod!” Fey let out an accidental whinny as with one final thrust Neshi’s cunt slammed home to her leathery base, her bridal cunny entirely ensheathing three and a half feet of rock hard horse dick.

 

Neshi thrashed so hard that her limbs ripped from the brides’ grips, her legs kicking wildly at the air, toes splayed painfully wide as she screeched, her pussy rippling up and down over the massive penetration as she sprayed down the floorboards, the fluid crashing so hard against her clit that it pushed her to an even higher peak.

 

She crested at the same moment that Fey exploded into her.

 

Neshi’s belly bulged out nearly a foot ahead of her face as the first impossibly heavy rope of cum stretched her belly around its shape before washing backwards and down, her stomach swiftly becoming months pregnant. Her cummy pregnancy dangled and swayed from her torso, swelling larger with each pumping ejaculation, hanging pendulum as she grew in size, six months pregnant, nine months pregnant, pregnant with triplets, quadruplets, five six, seven, eight kids, larger and larger until her tummy was defying any normal pregnancy, a vast bulb of cum pushing against her snow white wedding skirt, drooping until it touched down on the wet floorboards and then rolling out, pushing up against Fey's legs then pushing Neshi up against Fey's barrel as it filled the space. The brides moved away as Neshi became a feminine cum dump, growing until Fey let out a long ragged groan and splurted her last into the bride, her front legs high up in the air caught on top of the sphere that was the gnoll.

 

The eager brides grabbed at Fey's legs and even her tail to her distress and pulled her back, her dick slowly dragging free from Neshi’s cunt until it slipped free all in a rush. Fey's front hooves came down on the floorboard with an impressive thud due to her weight. Neshi rolled up on top as her belly sloshed forward, soft ripples rolling across the surface as she came to a stop at the peak of the water bed of piping hot horse cum that was her womb.

 

The brides were already pouncing on Fey, giving her no time to recover, her sensitive length being bathed in slobbering tongues as the cummy coating was drunk down, not even a drop of white allowed to escape their mouths.

 

Fey shivered at the feeling, her balls already preparing to release again. She was so distracted that she was taken completely by surprise when a small hand reached for her. In a reflexive moment of recognition she realised it was the hand of the groom and she stumbled backwards, dragging along the nine brides with her who made noises of complaint as the object of their affection shifted.

 

The groom paused, his paw hesitating.