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Quit Horsin' Around!
🕑 Added 2023-07-15 04:17:22 +0000 UTC"This was YOUR idea you insolent half pint!"
"Ah'll have you know, ah'am a full pint, an' high proof at that!"
Somewhere in the middle of a desert whose name had changed as many times as travelers had gotten lost in it, following a rather lonely trail indicated mostly by signposts and the weathered and half eroded stones that had been planted ages ago, some of which were almost entirely swallowed by mounds of sand.
Sand and sandstone as far as the eye could see, with only the occasional skeleton, cactus or giant sandworm in the distance to break up the monotony of the environment.
For travelers, such a horribly boring journey was hellish torture.
"I told you we should have bought the clothes the merchant insisted on selling us but nooo, you surely would know better than the people who've lived their entire lives surrounded by sand and sun!"
And two such travelers were right now surrounded by the endless vastness of the Fuck You Its Way Too Hot And Dry Desert, named so by the shorter of the duo.
Perhaps some would be shocked upon the sight of said duo. A pair of women traveling together was not too much of a strange sight, of course, but a Centaur and a Halfling walking the wastes and wilderness together was a cause for curiosity. Especially when one looked at them and saw the sheer contrast between them.
The Centaur, Bellona, was a proud and beautiful individual, with natural grace and refinement befitting the most noble among nobles. Centaurs were fast runners, with a high aptitude for combat paired with great physical power, many of them had made names for themselves and their families in the early founding days of the kingdoms that ruled the land, and Bellona was no different.
With the long, luxurious golden hair that was indicative of her family line, Bellona's status as a noble knight was beyond question. A slightly rounded face, deep blue eyes, fair skin, and a golden brown coat covering her horse half, she was a grand example of the Centaur race that had enamored countless bards to write songs of battle and glory. The lean build of her human upper body contrasted with the very strong and powerful build of her horse lower body, in a very wonderful way that only made her look even more beautiful. She was the princess of her clan, and she looked like one indeed, complete with a fancy dress and everything.
In contrast, her companion was just about the total opposite.
Where Centaurs stood nearly twice as tall as your average human, Halflings like Daphne stood on average at a little over half a regular human's height, and in contrast with the lean, powerful and svelte body of Bellona, Daphne sported a pair of tits damn near as large as her head, and an ass that almost seemed to trail behind her.
And she was flaunting them, too. She might be short, but whenever the two walked into a town, she was the one who attracted the most stares, due to a combination of her bright red hair in an eyecatching messy ponytail, her voluptuous and buxom body, and of course, the fact that she wore a breast band, loincloth and sandals everywhere.
For indeed, Daphne had a body that had made many a man lose their sense of reason in an attempt to impress her, and had inspired just as many songs from Bards, but not one of them was one that should be heard in polite company. A total and direct opposite to her companion, and yet, in a weird enough way, a compliment to her as well.
Total opposites, brought together by circumstance, adventuring together, delivering parcels, improving their knowledge, broadening their horizons and-
"Ah fug, me head's start'n ta melt," Daphne moaned, wavering a little, her sandals making a shuffling noise as she kicked up a bunch of sand. She looked around. "An' not a single spot a shadow," she huffed, "ta rest," she added, bringing luscious, meaty pink lips into a pout.
"Ugh, we're more than halfway through, that last marker said so," Bellona bemoaned, "otherwise we'd go back and- h-hey what are you doing!?"
Chuckling with a mischievous tone to her voice and with a glint in her eye that spoke of trouble, Daphne crouched, only a little due to her short height, and got under Bellona's body. The Centaur's large body by itself wouldn't provide enough shadow, but with her dress and the bags she had been saddled with, Bellona actually made for quite the usable mobile shadow provider. "Ahhn, tha's much bettah," Daphne moaned, raising a hand and patting first around Bellona's flank, then directly over her equine belly.
"Ngnh, heeey! Stop that, get out from under me! I- I could step on you!" Bellona shouted out, stepping back a little, doing her best to spread her legs so she could move without stepping onto or slamming against her halfling companion.
Said companion, however, was fast and willy, moving alongside her. "Oi c'mon, ah' ain't THAT short!" Daphne responded laughing, "'sides, what's it hurt ya, big whiney!" she cried.
"You don't understand, I- my clan, people aren't supposed to, just- just get-"
"Hell do ya be sayin'," she shouted, "jus' lemme rest a mom'nt, an' ah'll get outta yer way," Daphne spoke, "'kay?"
"O-Okay," Bellona said, her voice trembling slightly, "Just, just keep looking forward and don't look back, for any reason, and, and just- just rest a minute and get out of the sun and then we start moving again!"
"Aye, aye, wharevah ye wan'," Daphne said, taking a deep breath and shaking her shoulders, "darn it all, could go for a drink r'now," she muttered, closing her eyes and trying to get her bearings. Testament to the heat of the sun, just getting under Bellona and in the shade was already making things much better, though of course, Daphne was still more than a bit shaky, and in fact, just the act of relaxing ever slightly was actually making the apparent problem very slightly worse.
For you see, now that she wasn't using her willpower to keep it together, and instead relaxed, the heatstroke and dehydration started getting to her... ironically, getting out from under the sun allowed her body to relax so it could deal with the extant problem.
And that meant seeking something to hydrate herself.
They say any port in a storm, and in this case for Daphne, her brain interpreted it as any source of hydration in a drought. With her entire world spinning, Daphne didn't even notice that she herself was moving, doing exactly what Bellona had begged her not to do, turning from facing the Centaur's front, to facing towards her back.
"What's that, I'm feeling some shuffling, what are you doing under there?" Bellona asked.
"Ngnh... needa drink," Daphne moaned, "Ngnh, das- a beeg bottle~!" she spoke, her voice trailing into a delighted moan. Daphne was, as anyone who'd ever met you would be able to testify, a bit of a big drinker. She drank more than most and she did so with great joy and plenty enthusiasm. She drank from flagons, from glasses, from canteens, from chops, from barrels, and whenever the opportunity presented itself, from the chest or thighs of a beautiful woman, but perhaps what she enjoyed most of all was drinking a good wine straight from the bottle. "Y-Yeah, looks, looksh tashtee~!" Daphne moaned, looking at what her heat and dehydration addled mind had replaced with the sight of a bottle.
A big, long tube... it came in two colors... a light, golden brown for the bottom, and a bright, fleshy and peachy pink for the top half.
"What's that, what are you doing, Daphne, Daphne what are you- oooowww Daphne that's not what-"
The Halfling put her hands on the extremely sizable 'bottle', as she saw it. Long. Thick. So very very hot, but in such a different way from the desert around them. She ran her hands along its length, her jaw dropping as she salivated at the thought of getting to drink something... or rather, tried to. Sticky saliva that couldn't quite wet her mouth, but instead, simply increased her desire to get some liquid in her.
"Oooh fuck, Daphne..! What the fuck are you doing..!? That's- Ngnh-"
"Aww shaddup, I ain't sharin'!" Daphne called from under her, now stroking along the length of the 'bottle' she had found, attached to the Centaur's underbody. Surely, the woman was smuggling this just for such a scenario! Her mind didn't even bother to remember that they had several water skins, which were indeed attached to the luggage Bellona was carrying, no, the only thing that mattered was this most secret of drinks.
The bottle alone already smelled fantastic.
Daphne brought her nose up to the weird tip, it was flat, had some sort of sticky wet flare, and at the middle, there was something like a tube that seemed to be blocked somehow. A deep sniff had Daphne's entire body running, and she let out a moan of pleasure and excitation, anticipation building up in her. She'd never been one of those people who did the weird wine swirly thing before drinking it, but now she could somewhat understand those people if this was what they were getting from it! Another deep sniff had the intense scent traveling from her nostrils all the way to her brain, becoming waves of pleasure that flowed across her body, causing her entire body to tingle.
But especially, causing her pussy to tingle.
Even the best of alcohols couldn't make her pussy tingle like that! This must be the motherlode, the real deal, some sort of secret Centaur liquor that Bellona had been keeping from her!
"Awrite, imma have tha' drink now," Daphne said, opening her mouth as wide as she could, using a party trick she had learned a long time ago, which she sometimes performed when she was in a town in order to get a couple more coins for another drink. Indeed, the talent of swallowing, one she had developed to use mostly on swords of many different kinds, was coming in handy now!
"What do you mean, what are you doing, Daphne I swear if you- aiiieee, what's that feeling~ It's so hot and wet and slippery, ngnh, is that your tongue!?"
Opening wide, wide, even wider, widest, this was almost like swallowing someone's entire arm than a sword, but she could do it! Her heat addled brain had no issue accepting that it was necessary for her to use her talents here, after all, she'd hate to spill any of the superbly smelling, undoubtedly wonderful liquor she was about to coax out of the weird wineskin bottle thing that Bellona had hidden from her.
She knew that sometimes these things got stubborn and you had to work on them.
"W-Wha- oooh, Daphnee~!"
Her hands moved swiftly, applying only as much pressure as she thought necessary, only so the outer skin flexed and pressured the softer bits underneath, just enough that she could start to work out the liquid within. It was sealed so very well, that it was necessary!
"Ngh, yes- there..! Oooh, your hands feel so good!"
Her hands then stroked all the way from its base, down the slightly weird fleshy and slippery pink part, and when Daphne had almost reached the tip that was in her mouth, the first spurt of the liquor came out, as if forced out through her motion. It was hot, Daphne was no stranger to hot liquor, but it was so very very hot that it almost burned her tongue when it landed, shooting out of that tube-like structure... but rather than be disgusting in the extreme heat, it was amazing.
Unbelievably, it was the tastiest fucking thing she'd ever had the pleasure of drinking, and she'd partaken in the wine cellars of nobility, aristocracy and royalty, or whatever the fuck they wanted to call themselves! She'd had many a drink but never one of this intoxicating quality.
"Ngnhhh- Daphne you, you whore..! Use your tongue more!!"
And she needed to have more! So she made sure her lips were sealed along the tip of the weird fleshy wineskin shaft, and then began to stroke even harder, more pressure applied along the length of the shaft, her tongue joined the action, as per Bellona's indication.
"Ahh, yes, that's it!! Keep going, just like that, ngnh, just like thaaaaat~ RIGHT THERE!!"
The scream of inordinate pleasure bothered Daphne none, her brain had shut down already, instead, all that remained was pure instinct. She wanted whatever Bellona was keeping from her, this entire affair was entirely so she could get this, so she could enjoy the secret drink that Bellona had kept from her, so she could quench her thirst with the most delightfully and erotically amazing liquor she'd ever tasted!
It didn't even seem to have any alcohol, but she felt more drunk than ever as she indulged in it!
Her hands moved faster, faster stroking towards her face, almost impacting it, then even faster all the way to the back, all the way to the sheath the fleshy pink part was contained in, the brown fur so similar to Bellona's but slightly darker feeling nice to the touch.
"Ngnh- nonono, not there, not my balls, they're super sensitiveeee! Daphne you dumb whore, doooon't!! If you touch me there, if you touch my balls!!"
Daphne heed not Bellona's impassioned cries, instead, while one of her hands continued furiously stroking the wineskin, the other went for the pouch where what seemed to be most of the liquor was contained, a very large, slightly rounded wineskin, one that seemed to contain a ridiculously massive store of liquod, her hand squeezed, fondled and played with it, getting an idea of the sheer amount of liquid contained within, it was so much she could feel it moving through the thick skin.
"Ggnh, here it comes, you wanted to drink, then drink it you dumb halfling slut!! It's your fault anyway! Drink my cum! Swallow it! Here it comes!! Ohh gods, I'm coming, coming, cummin', CUMMIIIIIIIIIIINGGG!"
Bellona's cries were accompanied by the sound of moaning, suckling, swallowing, choking, shuffling and wet sliding, only to end, at last, by her screeching cry of orgasm, interrupting everything, making carrion feeders fly out even far away in terror of the Centaur's battlecry.
The blonde's hips moved ever so slightly, forcing just the tiniest bit more of Bellona's cock down Daphne's mouth and with the shock of it awakening her from the stupor she was in, but only in time for her survival instincts to kick in.
The halfling immediately began to swallow the very instant the rampaging river of cum exploded from within those humongous balls and rushed down the extremely long and fat cock, all the way through the urethra and into Daphne's eagerly waiting mouth. She drank, she drank like her life depended on it, every single individual spurt was far more than enough to fill her big mouth to capacity and then some, Daphne was pained by the sheer volume expanding her cheeks almost like those of a chipmunk, and even moreso, she was pained because she had to swallow quickly lest she drown in the incredibly thick, sticky and unbelievably fucking delicious cum.
It might not be liquor, but it was absolutely the most amazing and delicious thing she had ever tasted.
Never before had she suspected that her Centaur friend was packing something like this, nor would she ever have thought she'd find herself sucking a cock in the middle of the desert, but if she had a choice, as she swallowed her fourth massively incredible load of piping hot semen, she decided this was how she'd choose to rehydrate every time.
Almost like she was coming back to life, and ignoring the protests of her extremely full stomach, she allowed the fifth, sixth and seventh shots to go down, she saw her tummy begin to expand, she saw that her entire body was twisting to allow even more semen in her.
Again and again, she swallowed, until finally, when she felt about to burst, the last few sputtering spurts of cum came, and with the last one, Daphne had finally a chance to keep some in her mouth, her mouth making a popping noise as she pulled off of the centaur's dick, a mouthful of cum swirling in her mouth.
"Ngnh, you, you little... halfling slut..." Bellona moaned.
"Ah, ye've b'n, holdin' out on, on me," Daphne said, swallowing the last load of cum. "Hell's this?" she asked, putting hands on the centaur's dick.
Bellona blushed bright red, her hair, plastered to her forehead because of her sweat, slightly resistant as she tried to brush it off, covering her from her shame. "I- only my, my partner is supposed to know... take responsibility, marry me!!" she cried.
"Yeah okay. As long as I can keep blowing you for the rest of my life, I'll be your wife."
"R-Really?" Bellona asked.
"Yeah... now let's get to an inn, I can't wait to feel this thing inside me!!!"
They got to the next town in record time after that...
