Centaur Breeding Bath
Amelia Belakvir | The Jammet Inn (Gretel, Marian, Celia)
Tags: HermsxFemale, Rape, Mindbreak, Multiple Partners, Multiple Penetrations, Horsepussy, Saliva, Throat Penetration, All The Way Through, Unusual Cum, Excessive Cum, Dirty Talk, Tentacle Rape

	The deep black night had already fallen over the world as Amelia finally finds a place to rest her tired hooves. She had been told there was an inn just a short way ahead, and that was what had kept her going to this point, pushing through her fatigue and the coating of sweat she had accumulated from a hard day's march. She slows her pace and begins to approach the inn, her body already feeling refreshed from the warm light that radiated from the open windows and what she could hear of merriment within. She wholly deserved her rest tonight, the centaur assures herself, and she enters the inn while ducking under the door (which was something she was quite used to at this point; places were so rarely designed with centaurs in mind, resulting in lots of fiddly movements having to be made to navigate most any interior). She folds her arms against her chest and then quickly gets herself inside, with her hooves loudly announcing her arrival to everyone within. She walks over to the counter, looking down to the woman there, "Excuse me, Miss, would you happen to have any rooms available on the ground floor...?"
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	The woman in question turns towards her, her breasts swinging under her short kimono, and she smiles at her. Her small, vulpine ears twitch, and her three tails wag slowly as she begins speaking, her voice a caressing whisper. "My, my. Welcome, darling! We do, indeed, have rooms in the ground floor. We even have a pair or three designed with you centaurs in mind... I'm sorry the rest of the building isn't like that..." She grabs a key from behind the counter, and hands it to her. "You look really tired, honey. Been a long travel?" She leans over the counter, looking interested at the centauress. If she didn't have Herta already waiting, with the good lingerie too, on her bedroom... She shook her head, a bit of blush appearing on her pale flesh. "Don't worry, here you can eat your fill, take a warm bath in the onsen, and sleep in a comfortable bed made for girls like you! Plus it's really affordable! Only five gold coins, honey!"

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	With the day that she had just been through 5 gold coins felt very nearly like a bargain. The centauress fishes up her coin-purse, dipping her hand in and paying without so much as a second thought, getting her key in return. "I'd rather not get into the details," she answers to the kitsune. She couldn't get into her business with just anyone who asked, no matter how 'interested' they could seem to be. It was probably better to not get into the habit of spilling what she was doing to people anyway. Not everyone had appreciated her grandfather's accomplishments as much as her own people did. "A bath does sound heavenly right about now." There was no doubt that she smelled like death beneath all this armour, so the sooner she could get herself cleaned up the sooner she could stop worrying about killing the inn's staff and patrons by scent alone. She shifts her weight a little and her four legs compensate, giving a short clack against the floor. She thought about asking for directions, but given that blush and the way the girl was leaning forwards to show off her cleavage in her kimono it perhaps wasn't the best idea to invite her to somewhere she would be getting naked. She bids the girl goodnight and then she slowly trots away to see the onsen.

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	The onsen was easy to find, indeed, just outside the inn, in the large garden. Next to it, a large oak tree stood, dwarfing every other tree in the area. A strange creature rested its back on the trunk. It seemed like an androgynous humanoid made mostly of wood, small and thin. It seemed to be... asleep? In the onsen proper, there was already a person taking a bath: It could have been confused with a child, were it not for the large, womanly breasts that hung heavily from her chest. The misty water didn't allow to see her lower half, but it did allow to see her short, red hair, the large horns upon her head, and the blissful expression on her face. As the centaur approached, she opened her chocolate brown eyes, and waved at her. "Hello there, miss! You come to take a bath? The water's wonderful right now!" Her childish expression matched her childish body, for sure.

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	Amelia had been pretty quick in stripping herself down and, from a quick glance around in the changing room, had apparently wrongly assumed that the onsen wasn't in use at this time. She kicks and stumbles back a little on the rocked floor, surprised and nervous to be as naked as she was in the presence of others. She walks up to the water's edge and then hops in, feeling the water pool around her legs until she kneels herself down into it. The steam very quickly covers her nakedness up too, or she certainly hoped it did. The small woman was less worrisome than whatever it was that was keeping itself so close to that tree in the corner. Her mouth turns to a subtle frown and then she settles onto the side of her horse-body to begin submerging herself in the beautifully hot cleaning water. "Mmmhmm, this is definitely worth 5 gold alone..." Her breasts are just barely under the waterline, and she crosses her arms over them to hide them from prying eyes. 
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	The small girl looked at her, with a smile, as she entered the water. True, the steam quickly covered her up, but her silhouette was enough to make her interested. She submerged into the water, and emerged again next to Amelia, grinning. "It's good, huh, miss?" her small body inched closer to the centauress, her large breasts now easily noticeable as they swung heavily, small droplets of warm water falling from them, just like from her hair. She then put a hand on the back of her horse body, petting it with her small, deft fingers. "This'll make you relax so good... It almost makes me sleepy!" She certainly didn't look sleepy, as she stared at the centauress, not taking her deep brown eyes from her, her hand still petting her back, not caring about her personal space. "Say, you're pretty cute, miss! Are all centaurs as beautiful as you? We don't see many around here."
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	The adventuress would usually have been fairly protective of her body, but in a bath such as this she had been told that a little touching amongst girls was only the done thing. She lets the large-chested girl rub the wet hide on her back, "B-beautiful...? You must be mistaken, I'm not as nice-looking as that," she giggles nervously, brushing aside a tuft of hair and bringing her hand to stop on her flushed cheek. Speaking of not seeing many of something, Amelia wasn't sure what her precocious bath-friend was. Her first guess was a dwarf or some such, but those horns look like they were attached directly to the head. She leaves it to lie, doing what she can to relax in the waters of the onsen, "I'm sure you've seen much more beautiful people wander through here than I. Especially with the sweaty, awful state I walked in on..." She excuses herself, sliding down a little further into the onsen's heated water to let it relax her tensed muscles, and she stretches her arms over her head in a yawning pose before resting them behind her, letting her chest bob naturally in the water, "This bath isn't so great for centaurs... Is it deeper at the other side?"
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	The hobgoblin grinned again, stopping her petting. "I've seen many beautiful people in the inn, sure. But every cute girl is different! Miss Eiko says every beauty is a different one, and they're all good!" She nodded, like agreeing with the absent woman. "And you're definitely beautiful, sweaty or not!" As the centaur stretched herself, the small girl stared at her breasts, not even trying to conceal her gaze. "My, that's a cute pair, too!" She then held onto the centaur, and, with incredible strength for somebody so small, made her get up, and pulled her towards the other side of the pool. "It's a bit deeper, yes! I can even swim around easily!" Once they were both in the deeper part, which covered the whole centaur half of Amelia, she stopped pulling, and mounted on her back. "I hope you don't mind! I'd have to swim otherwise!" Her smile was still childish, but the goblin wrapped her hands against her chest, and she could feel a hard, thick thing poking the lower part of her human back.
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	Amelia sputters and kicks a rear leg as the stranger mounts her like she was some common pony! What worried her more than that was how stronger she was too and this... strange feeling against her back. It felt like it was stiff and pushing against the small of her back, but she can't turn around properly to see what the girl is pushing against her as her breasts are so unceremoniously groped by the childish woman. She does have her wish though, having her body submerged to the point that any normal person would be up to their neck in the relaxing onsen water. She dips her front legs at the knees, bringing her backside up and her front level with the edge of the pool so that she could attempt to relax while this girl was... riding her. "Do you mind slipping off me, miss?" the centaur coughs to draw attention to her question, "It's awfully difficult to relax with you there..." Not to mention whatever it was poking her. She didn't really recognise the feel of it at that point. "Grabbing my breasts like that too is... fairly devious of you. Even if we are both girls."
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	Gretel didn't dismount right away, hugging her harder, which made her own breasts press against her back, along with the hard object, and teasing her nipples with her strong, nimble digits. "Oh... but It's very comfortable here... And your boobies are soft~!" As she talked, she gave a harder squeeze, and then, as quickly as she mounted her, she dismounted, but still kept close to the centauress, poking her muscles here and there. "Your body's beautiful, but strong... you're definitely beautiful, miss!" One of her touches goes too far, hitting between her hind legs, stroking one of her nether lips. "Yes... it's a beautiful body all around. Have you had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before, miss? I'm sure you've had!" She acts completely innocently, as if she hadn't been groping and touching her where she shouldn't, still smiling at her with her childish smile. "And I'm sure they told you that you're beautiful, too! So you'd know Gretel is not lying! If I grab your breasts, it's because they're really cute and soft!"
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	A restrained shudder goes through the centaur's body as Gretel's fingers brush against the delicate puffy lips of her sex, and she looks back with her face beet red, but she chokes back her voice out of some respect and tightens her fingers at the water's edge. "Well... I'll accept your compliments if that is what you mean, but... I would appreciate you holding back for me. C-cuteness and softness of my chest notwithstanding."
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	The cheerful hobgoblin smiles at her. "But... But they're so soft! I can't keep my hands off them!" She grabs the soft orbs again, and again begins playing with her warm, wet flesh. "See? They do it on their own! I can't control them anymore!" She giggles, and then lets the poor centauress' breasts alone. "Ok, ok... I'll leave your tits alone... Say, don't you think we've been in the water long enough? We should get out and have fun out of it! I can show you a few game I like to play with Celia!" She keeps grinning like an idiot, as she pushes again the centaur outside the water with her overwhelming strenght, herself getting out. Her lower body can now be seen, her hips as wide as her breasts are big... and a fat, if not too long, throbbing and fully hard dick, a pair of fist-sized testicles hanging below it. "It'll be fun!"
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	Amelia once again is forced into movement by the small and overly powerful woman, being pushed onto dry land even as she resists and her hooves clack pointlessly against the ground. She gulps as she lays eyes on the thick member standing erect from her wide hips, turning her face away, yet her ears twitch up on her head. "I'm sorry, miss... I'm actually rather eager to check out my room before I turn in for the night. I'm sure you can understand." She backs up slightly, not wanting to turn from the girl -the rather worryingly hung and handsy herm, rather- covering her supple chest with both hands and trying to hide her nakedness, "It was wonderful meeting you though, Gretel. It's a shame I have to go, really..."
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	Gretel's smile disappeared quickly, replaced by a pout. "Aww... that's no fun! We're going to play, miss! I promise it will be fun, really! Better than checking out your room! They're all the same anyway!" As she talked, she ran towards the Amelia, holding her in a hug, wrapping her arms in the place between her human and horse bodies. "But I can't reach you, you'll have to kneel on the ground to play!" And with her hug, she forced the centauress knight to the ground, before walking around her until she was at her rear. "See? Now we can do this... and feel good!" And just with that, she grabbed her tail, lifting it, and held one of her thighs with her other hand, keeping her equine pussy at the same height as her thick endowment, before pushing the fleshy rod inside her, her large testicles slapping against her lower belly. "Mmmm... Even better than I thought, miss!"
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	She'd been absolutely overpowered in mere seconds by the small woman, bringing her to her knees and forcing her to the ground winded... She tries to stand again, but too quickly Gretel is around by her lewd naked end and admiring her pussy... "W-what do you think you're...?" Her wide-eyed stare goes back to the bedicked hobgoblin, begging her to not do what Amelia fully well knew she was about to do. Her back half is jolted upwards by her hold and then pain rips through her as every inch of the herm's cock is buried into her without regard for her own capacity. Her whole body clenches up, including her pussy that was now so stuffed with that painfully fat shaft. "Aah, no, no, nngh!" Her body shakes from the pain, and she tries to escape from Gretel's grasp, but her movements are only causing her pussy to clamp further on that super-thick intruder, "Pull it out, it hurts!"
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	"What! No it doesn't! It feels good! Celia always feels good when we do this, liar!" The hobgoblin stared at the centaur girl's pained expression, frowning as if it was her the one that should be angry. Her thick endowment stretched the poor girl's sensitive nethers, throbbing inside it as it forced its way inside, until she was fully hilted, and then outside, until only the tip remained, with faster strokes every time. "But don't worry, I can make you feel even more good!" Her grin reappeared as soon as it had disappeared, as she let her leg go, sure than holding the tail would be enough to keep the centaur playing with her. She had learned from her boss how painful tugging a tail hard could be, so she was sure she wouldn't try to escape. However, her hand didn't keep idle, instead tracing a finger around her butt, stroking the tight ring before sliding a finger inside, as quickly as she had done with her dick. "Oh... I think I had to lube it first? Well, doesn't matter, I'm sure you can take it! " She exclaimed, sliding a second one inside, as she twirled them at the same pace as her cock raped Amelia's pussy.
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	Her labia sucks hard over Gretel's cock as it pounds into her, releasing slick lubricant to aid the hobgoblin in sliding in and out as fast as she could want to. "It... nn~ hurts..." The way it was pushing her apart so far, forcing the walls of her slit to stretch wide and grip tight over every part of the inserted length, was... awful. She shakes her head and tries in earnest to free herself by kicking her legs, but the herm is holding her such that her legs are little more than useless stubs that grind against the paved stones of the onsen. Her pucker opens eagerly to accept Gretel's fingers, the first time her body's fulfilled needs would be betraying her mind's wants, and she winces and bucks away from the probing digits, "No, n-not my ass too... G-get yourself off of me, y-you fiend!"
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	"But it's sucked them right in! Look, look! I think I could even fit a third one!" Gretel looked positively amazed as the pucker took another finger, and she began to thrust faster both her three digits... and her wide endowment, making her butt move slightly with each fast thrusts, her testicles hitting her belly hard with every stroke, and making her stretch even more, even as her lubricant make it somewhat easier to take the intruding length. "Damn... I think you're even better than Celia!" She kept referring to that girl, but made no big deal of that. "I she might get jealous if she sees me playing with you! But I think if we're both having fun, then it's ok, isn't it?" She really didn't seem to notice Amelia didn't want this, and so going, giving cute moans from time to time as she pleasured herself.
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	The centaur covers her mouth with both hands, quieting her pained yelps from the hobgoblin's girth being forced into her slicking slit. She can't reach to stop her, she can't escape from this hot, fat thing that was relentlessly ploughing into her hole with such reckless lust disguised as 'fun'. Gretel wasn't paying attention at all, or if she was she was enjoying the pain rushing through her as her wide hips collide against the centaur's behind. Her holes are both so needy, in counter to her head that tells her how horrifying this moment is. She can't dare accept this, but every attempt at fleeing only ends in her holes squeezing more on their respective invaders, and... nnh~ she can feel her head filling with a mist that is obscuring her greater thoughts... Every thrust seems to knock out another few complaints along with a dose of pain, leaving a warm pleasure from every time the hobgoblin hilts and slaps her heaving sac into the centaur's underside. "It... hurts... uuhn~"
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	"But your ass is taking me right in! And your pussy, too! Why do you keep lying?" Gretel, for one was definitely enjoying her insides, getting closer and closer to her climax. she felt the tight feeling inside that told her she was so close, and she moaned a bit harder. "I'm going to fill you up, miss! You don't mind it, right? Celia loves it when I do, so I'm sure you will not mind!" And, not waiting for the centaur to answer, she gave one last, hard thrust, burying her girlcock deep inside Amelia's inside, as her fingers kept working quickly on her ass. Her balls and dick throbbed at the same time, as her tip began shooting warm, sticky seed inside the centaur woman, painting her insides pure white as some of the sperm overflowed and fell on the stones under them.
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	No, nono, this couldn't happen! Her insides were so thirstily sucking on the entirety of the smaller woman's girthy cock, ignoring her wishes to pull herself away, and when she feels her insides starting to heat from the pulsing of Gretel's cock she can't stop her eager pussy from opening wide to accept her load. Amelia splutters, releasing a little spittle from her throat as her insides are rammed harder and harder. This had to... stop... Her body was getting so turned on, her mind wasn't able to think straight any more, she needed... her... Her eyes open wide as the herm's cockhead engorges, and then it sprays into her with that viscous hot cum, and she's all too late to beg her, "Don't cum inside! No, nonono! Not in my pussy!" She kicks more, but by the time she even manages to pull a little away she's already spilling the hobgoblin's seed from within her lustful hole... Her body falls to be lying down, with her slit drooling heavily with spunk onto the floor beneath her, and she desperately covers her face with her hands.
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	The hobgoblin sits, next to her, panting, her dick still throbbing hard, and covered with cum and Amelia's juices, but she stills holds on tightly to her tail, not allowing her to go away. "S-Sorry, miss... Next time, I'll cum outside, alright?" She smiles at her, making no big deal of what she just has done. "Eiko says you've got to give a minute to a girls so she can recover, so... Well, it's been a minute already, kinda!" She holds the centauress tired hips, and slides her dick again in her oozing, stretched pussy, with a cheerful grin. "Round 2! I hope you're ready!"

Just then, another figure appears from the mist, seemingly having entered the onsen not long ago. Before them appears a completely naked, beautiful elven woman, her body tall and lithe, with small but beautiful breasts and hips, long legs, and golden, knee-length hair. Her eyes are almond shaped, and deep green, and her ears are long and pointy, her lips the fullest, plumpest part of her body... if one didn't count the large and thick dick between her legs, still as thick as Gretel's, and a lot longer, and it was completely flaccid! She grinned at the scene. "My, my... such a strong creature as a centaur, overpowered by a vile hobgoblin like Gretel! So humiliating!"
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	She looks back as the hobgoblin touches the fat head of her short penis to her cum-slicked entrance once more, "No, n-not again, nnn~!" She grits her teeth as her slit is pierced by the hobgoblin, parting her labia wide around the insertion and drawing a long gasp out from her chest. "T-take it out... My insides are..." Already her pussy was wrapped tight around Gretel's cock again, with her innermost walls gripping over every inch and trying to milk her for cum. In spite of Amelia's refusals her body is showing more signs than ever that it wants her to continue, "Stop, please stop, I'm... I'm going to e-enjoy it..."

She drops her hands to the floor, gripping while her vagina is so strongly rammed into by her goblin-esque rapist, and pants aloud to the newcomer, "M-make her stop... She's going to... get me pregnant, aah~!"
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	The short creature, of course, wasn't going to stop. She kept thrusting, her thick erection stretching the short but sensitive part of her insides she could reach, and being milked in return, her short height letting her rest her head on Amelia's horse back, a smile of pleasure on her face. "If you're going to enjoy it, then I shouldn't stop, right? Let's feel good together~!" And with that, she gave an even harder thrust, her strong hips beginning to really pound Amelia's pussy, loud and girly moans coming from the horned girl's mouth.

Meanwhile, the elf had walked until she was just in front of Amelia, looking at her with her green eyes, a smile on her beautiful mouth. "Oh? I very much doubt she would get you pregnant. Gretel's seed is probably as slow as her brain." The elf laughed, eyeing the hobgoblin with disdain... The same look she gave to the centaur. "And if she did, why should I care? Just another couple of animals breeding." That said, Amelia could see how the elf's large flesh pole was slowly getting hard, her face blushing at the sight. "But... Maybe a cute one like you could be useful for something more?"
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	The centaur makes an attempt to refuse, to bite back at the elf for her insult, but in her position right now -being made into little more than a sex toy for some impish creature's satisfaction- how could she call herself anything more than that now? If anything the elf's conclusion was generous, calling her an animal to be bred rather than an object to be fucked for its owner's gratification. Her fingers dig against the unevenly strewn stonework on the floor of the baths, "Y-you... can't. No-oooh~" Her eyes open wide with disbelief at the erection beginning to form between this disgusting elf's hips, "You can't use that on me... I'll break. I'll tear apart with something like that in my pussy..." It was as thick, maybe even thicker than what the hobgoblin was currently forcing her to accept, but it was so long that even her anatomy would be brought to breaking point. She's made to buck backwards into Gretel's hasty fucking, shrieking out for a moment and bringing herself to grasp tightly on the elf's long, slender legs. "P-please," she begs, "I... I need..."
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	The elf looked at her as one would look at a pet that was pissing on an expensive carpet. "What do you need? You're screaming in pleasure, mare! What you need is for Gretel to keep going! And even if I wanted to help you, do you think if you couldn't get her to stop, I'd be luckier? No, no. I'm going to let you continue. But you see, your screams are starting to annoy me. You said it won't fit your pussy? You're lucky I wouldn't use such a dirty hole." She then grabbed Amelia's face, suddenly, and forced her mouth open, quickly sliding her huge endowment inside, just the head, but enough to stretch her lips slightly, filling her mouth quite a bit. "Now, suck. If you dare to bite me, You'll have to answer to the Elven Queen, my mother herself!" She grinned. "Also, I might get angry and slip it into your ass. Now that would be a tight fit, don't you agree?" She then held the poor centauress by the head, and started to force inch after inch inside her mouth, all the while Gretel kept thrusting, faster and harder, stroking Amalia's legs and completely ignoring the conversation, too lost in the pleasure.
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	Amelia makes a feeble attempt at retreat when faced directly with the uncaring nature of the elf ahead of her, recognising exactly the sort of danger she was in too late. Without a second to fend her off she was grasped by the back of the head and had the large head of Marian's cock pressed against her pursed lips. She wanted to keep it out, hoping to keep even part of herself safe from what was happening, but another strong hit of the hobgoblin's hips against her rear plus her blonde-haired attacker's relentlessness coax her lips to part around the thick tip of her shaft. Muffled complaints are heard and ignored as more and more of that lengthy cock enters into her oral cavity, already filled with saliva from her frenzied panting before. Her tongue brushes up beneath the mouth-filling member and, under the threat of worse, the centaur begins to pleasure the elf with a gentle suckling along what little of her massive dick. With her hands holding tightly to her legs and her slit being railed into by her oblivious assailant, she gives up and allows her body to take over, hoping her torture would soon be at an end...
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	Gretel lifted her head from Amelia's rump, finally noticing the elf with whom she was sharing the beautiful centaur. "Marian! You're here to play with this beautiful girl too! I'm jealous, you're so close to her boobies..." The elf's grin grew even wider, making her beautiful features slightly scary. "Oh, yes, Gretel, I'm here to play too. Don't mind me, though, I'm sure you and her were enjoying what you're doing quite a bit! Just keep going, you won't even notice I'm here!" The shortstack nodded, and kept pumping eagerly inside Amelia's folds, holding her rump harder, handfuls of short-furred flesh being squeezed carelessly. Then the elf called Marian smiled at Amelia. "As for you, oh, you are sure to notice my presence..." She licked her upper lip, and then pushed her hips a bit further, trying to get her massive cock all the way inside the centauress' mouth, poking at the wall of her throat, before beginning to pound at her mouth, letting out hard moans as she did that and Amelia gently sucked. "That's it... good mares get rewarded, bad ones get punished..."
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	She groans through the copious hot flesh being pushed deeper and deeper in her mouth, feeling it bottoming out against the small orifice that leads into her oesophagus at the apex of each thrust, and then it begins to open up around the 'offering'. First it's just the tip of that fat cockhead being rammed in again and again, stretching her throat wide around it, and then several rocks of the elf's hips later another couple of inches join the bulbous tip in penetrating the ring of muscles at the beginning to the centaur's throat. All the while her slit contracts around the hobgoblin's rushed invasion into her, pushing her forwards into Marian to suck down even more of that... delicious elven cock. She slackens her hold on Marian's legs, her expression turns softer and milder, her eyes turn just that little bit misty with her dying thoughts... She wasn't going to be able to stop herself from loving this for much longer. Every thrust into her fills her more with this insatiable feeling of utter sexual joy, every word from the elf makes her that bit more eager to choke on her huge girth, all while she keeps slathering her drool over it...
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	Marian moaned in approval as more and more of her flesh slowly slid inside Amelia's tight throat, her hips thrusting in tandem with Gretel's, so that when one retreated from inside the centauress, the other was already getting inside her, one of them always inside her. "You're starting to enjoy it, aren't you, mare? Gods, to think I considered you a person when you entered the inn... You're an animal in heat! Well, I'll make sure to give you exactly what you want. Gretel! She asked for more, to have even more fun!" Were not the hobgoblin already wearing a dumb, lust-filled smile on her face, one would have appeared for sure as her eyes opened wide. "Yes, ma'am!" And with those simple words, two things happened at the same time: Gretel's hips began working overtime, hitting her hard and fast again and again, with the force of a speeding train, even pushing the group forwards slightly with some of her powerful thrusts. Meanwhile, the elf gave just one hard, slow thrust, managing to slide her tool all the way inside Amelia's slick, narrow throat until she was kissing her crotch, her balls slapping her chin just as Gretel's hit her belly. She didn't take it out until a few seconds later, just slightly to let the girl breathe, and then deep inside again. "Suck, you beast... I'm about to give you your reward..."
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	The centaur drops her hands over her rapist's smooth thighs, touching over the juicy, plump flesh there as she swallows back. The slow rhythm in and out of her battered throat barely allows her to gasp and pant out from her satisfaction as her rear end is fucked by the hobgoblin with less and less restraint by the moment. The muscles in her throat and her slit tighten more, begging in the centaur's place for that bitter 'reward' in direct opposition to her earlier sober words. Being ordered around, being insulted and abused in this manner... It made every part of her body tingle with luscious hormone-fuelled heat. Her lips are being pushed right up to the base of Marian's fat length, with her nose pushing fully into her mons and her smooth and heavy testes hitting her chin as the smallest rivulets of lustful spit roll down from her over-filled mouth. Gretel's thick but short dick was pushing out the earlier traces of cum, using it to cover the ground more and ram her more smoothly. The lips of her slit were sucking her down just as much as she was for Marian, and she shivers in her intense and u-unwanted arousal...
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	After a few more minutes of being sucked by the centaur, Marian moaned again, this time a louder sound in her singsong voice, a primal cry of pleasure that announced how close she was to emptying her heavy testicles inside Amelia's throat. Gods, was she good for such a lowly creature! "Aaah~! I hope you're ready, mare!" Her flesh throbbed, as he hands pushed Amalia's face against her crotch, covering her nose with her mons' flesh, and pressing her lips against her crotch, her head lifting in bliss as rope after rope of alabaster seed began shooting inside her not-so-unwilling partner, tasting strangely sweet, and being even more sticky than what normal sperm was, sticking to her oesophagus like warm caramel. "Swallow it all! You should be honoured someone as lowly as you gets to drink the royal seed! Nnngh don't let a drop go to waste!" Only after she was completely drained did she stop forcing Amelia's head against her crotch, slowly pulling her still throbbing dick out of her throat.

Gretel did last a bit longer, stamina being another characteristic of her race. It took a moment until she finally let out another girly scream arching her back as she gave a few more erratic thrusts, each one spurting more of her incredibly hot, creamy and sticky cum inside the centauress' vagina, not caring one bit about the possibility of getting her actually pregnant. It was almost as if she didn't know about such a risk, but then again, she was quite dense. However, she didn't pull off even as her toe-curling orgasm finished, still behind the centaur girl as she hugged her rump as best as she could. "That was fun, miss~! I hope we do this again before you leave!"
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	With her blurred view completely filled with the sight of Marian's stomach and her nose pressed against her pubic mound Amelia has little choice in the matter but to start gulping along the length pounding into her mouth and throat, and then when that white cream begins to flood into her from the elf's cock her eyes roll back in her head and she gulps harder to take it all down. With the ridiculous quantity offered she can only take so much before the inevitable happens; the heated spunk fills up the tightened hole and forces its way back through the tiniest gaps it can find around that pulsing and orifice-plugging member, eventually causing it to seep from the bottom of her mouth onto her bottom lip, her chin, and the elf's hefty sac still pressed into her. When it is pulled out the pressure forces her into a coughing fit, spurting out the backed-up semen from with her out of her mouth and throat all over the stonework floor. Even with her mouth now free all that comes are pleasure moans, with her pussy still being violently pounded by the hobgoblin who was throbbing away into her... "Th-thank you for cumming in me, aaah~ For treating me like the... the animal I am~!" Not just her pussy now, but even her womb are wanting so badly for this girl to start filling her, and they soon are granted their wish. Pint after pint of that viscous sperm pour into her from Gretel's continued powerful thrusts, getting deep inside and then joining with the rest all over the ground to form puddles of sticky off-white, even while she was still pushed deep inside. The centaur's front-half collapses forwards, with her making weak grasps against the stone floor as cum drips from her mouth and nose, "I... So much..."
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	The elf laughed at her words. "My, my, at least you accept the truth. That's good, horsie... Maybe we could keep you here as a pet, for us to take care of you... I hope Eiko doesn't mind..." She patted Amelia's cheek with her softening cock. "Would you like that, hmmm~? To enjoy this every day? Maybe we could get the rest involved..." As if her words had summoned her, the strange wooden creature from earlier appeared, its pinhole eyes on its knot head staring intently at the centaur. When Amelia blinked, however, the creature had disappeared, instead replaced by a tall, tan and curvy yet toned elven woman, with dirty blonde hair and bright pink eyes, her body completely naked, and devoid of hair. At least, she looked like an elf, but she had a pair of horn-like branches sprouting from her head, and bark-like growths on her elbows and knees... And she looked like a woman, but a thankfully normal-sized erection and testicles hung between her legs, a bit of precum dripping from the throbbing member. However, there was something strange about the precum... It was a caramel golden colour, just like... like tree sap. She seemed to be embarrassed about catching them in that position, about to go away, before Gretel got up, finally separating herself from Amelia, which made some more cum spurt out of her insides and join the growing pool on the ground. "Celia! Did you see us and get jealous? Don't worry, girl! See, we just finished, but I'm sure she would love to play with you... You can even do that thing... I'm sure she'll enjoy it!" The hobgoblin pushed the newcomer towards the centauress, making her kneel, but Celia looked unsure... Still, she pushed her hips against the centaur, slowly... As her cock head poked her tight ring above her cum filled pussy.
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	Amelia's tongue drops from her mouth and a long satisfied groan rises from her as Gretel finally removes her girth from within her. She breaths deeply for the time it takes Celia to be pushed over, barely cognizant of the conversations taking place and the decisions being made on her behalf. Only once she feels a cockhead pushing against the pink ring of her rear entrance does she seem to come back to reality instead of imagination, "Th-there too...? Are you going to... fill this animal's ass with your cum...?" She bites her bottom lip, whining as the tip inserts into her and pushes inside with only minimal resistance against her leaking fleshy shaft, "Mmnh~, p-please don't... hold back..." She bucks on the invading length, rocking herself back and forth in time with Celia's movements to have her hit as deeply as possible in a short time, while her face is covered in a fully red blushing. She'd been used so much for the pleasure of others and she had been holding in her own need to orgasm... She'd been teetering on the brink, and she was ready to have herself brought to the absolute peak of pleasure now... "Fuck me like this... in-heat beast I am..."
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	The dryad gasped as Amelia began rocking her hips, surprised at the girl's eagerness. Wasn't she asking for help a while before? She had wanted to go and help her, but she knew very well that it would have been useless, since Gretel was too strong and stubborn to stop once she was pumping away. She had been staring from her tree the whole time, getting more and more aroused until she wasn't able to resist any more, and now there she was... Well, if she now wanted to have fun, she could help her, and help herself... Maybe she would even enjoy what Gretel had proposed. She would give it a try...

And so, she slowly started moving her own hips faster, exploring the insides of Amelia's rear with her flesh probe, her balls slapping against her wet, sticky pussy, while closing her eyes and focusing on something... From her lower back, where a tail would appear in some other creatures, a green, thick, and plant-looking growth appeared, slowly stretching with each thrust, before splitting in two, growing into vines, each one with a fat, bulbous head that reminded of a cockhead, even a small hole crowning them, sap leaking from them. Those makeshift vestigial tentacles moved towards the two unused holes of the centaur, prodding at them for a moment before sliding inside, as thick as the earlier insertions were, but much, much longer, beginning to thrust at the same pace as Celia did, her eyes lidding in pleasure as small gasps of bliss escaped her mouth.
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	At first she keeps up her needy pushes backwards, taking Celia's shaft into herself and inadvertently covering her testicles in the hobgoblin's spurted sperm. And then, upon being presented with another two cock-like vines winding their way to press at her cum-drooling labia and to touch against her lips, she sends out her own tongue to meet it while caressing and stroking it with her hands. The two appendages begin to take her at the same rate the dryad goes, with Amelia resuming her slurping enjoyment and the lewd sounding slicking of the tentacle further into her pussy than Gretel's short dick had ever gotten. She's engrossed in providing all she can to the three insertions, with her body sucking down on each one as much as it can, and the centaur's thoughts are fully set to slurping along the tentacle that was pushing into her stretched throat and mixing the elf's sweet cum with the sticky pre-cum sap. The folds of her slit try to grip over the vine, but with so much cum inside she's lubricated enough for Celia to slip in and out with as much force as she pleases...
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	At the beginning, Celia's threesome of lengths worked slowly, getting faster with each thrust as she began getting into the whole thing, her cute moans filling the air along with the wet, lewd sounds of their fucking. Just as her real endowment began to pump in and out her ass, pulling slightly on her pink ring with her cockhead each time she pulled out, so her other, flexible lengths started pumping faster and deeper. The one in her mouth made her throat bulge, the tip almost between her collarbones, leaking the incredibly sweet, and, for some reason, arousing sap directly into her oesophagus, while the one inside her most intimate place going deeper and deeper until it was pressing against her cervix, hitting it with each thrust, not hard enough to get inside it, but certainly stretching it slightly with the tip each time. Marian and Gretel, now mere spectators, enjoyed the show, the elf even daring to make a suggestion. "Hey, Celia... don't you think her tits are going to get lonely?" It seemed that the dryad didn't even listen, not reacting in any way at the beginning, but then a secondary, smaller vine started growing from the base of the first, moving until it was just before her chest before splitting in two, each of the tips parting slightly as what seemed to be a pair of lips formed, and then, quickly latched on both her nipples, gently suckling at the sensitive nubs on her breasts.
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	Amelia keeps drinking down the ever-leaking sap from the tentacle that was relentlessly penetrating her throat, her body weakened to the point that every insertion was barely kept from her deepest points and that her limbs could only hang and twitch from her body. Her arms hang limply by her sides and every thrust into her rear and her pussy is met with so little resistance-- No, she wasn't even resisting any more. She was enjoying this; being made to take all of these vines into every part of her body, being shown she wasn't anything but a complete slut that craved to be fucked by all these women, being utterly broken by these monstrous girls and becoming the sheath to their cocks... Her lewd muffled groaning is only matched in intensity by the slapping of Celia's hips against her, and then it grows when two minuscule vines forcefully wrap around her breasts and then trap the erected nipples in a formed, tongues maw. If not for the large insertion currently bulging her oesophagus she'd be yelling for more, positively begging to be fucked harder, to have even more cum put inside her and to make her the perfect breeding mare that she needed to be.
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	The centauress wasn't the only one that was settling into her new role with open arms. The usually shy dryad was enjoying being the one in control for once, her usual lover Gretel too pushy to let her make any real choice. But, if this horse girl was letting such a meek person take control of her, and taking it all happily, could she even be considered a person? Celia decided this wasn't the case. She wanted to be dominated and fucked so much even she could do it, so she decided she'd give her little fucktoy what she was craving so much. With a blissful moan, she removed her actual length from inside her, not minding that much since she got the same pleasure from the thick vines... one more of which grew from her back and took the place of her dick. It found the entrance too tight at first, but she wasn't going to be gentle with Amelia any more... a hard push was enough to stretch her pink ring and allow the huge vine to go inside, and it wasn't enough with just her entrance, the vine slithering around her insides quickly, only to start thrusting once it was deep enough. But there was a side effect to that mighty thrust: It had made another, tighter ring to stretch, since it had made the vine inside her needy pussy to push against her cervix, until it reached her womb, hitting the back of it with each of the combined thrusts of her triad of vines. Celia moaned harder in pleasure, only wanting to use the mare to satisfy her needs, not even holding her with anything but the vines any more.
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	Her lower body tenses completely as the fat head to one vine pushes forcefully up against her cervix, threatening to push it completely open and start fucking it just like it was her overused pussy. Her body was hoping and utterly failing to keep her innermost points for herself, when her acceptance of her submissive state rings out in sloppy and fulfilled moans between throaty wet choking, when it allows that thick tip to pierce her and then hit the back of her womb, turning her cervical opening into an orifice that these girls would own... Yes, yeess~, this was everything she had ever longed for, every little thing in her melted to fully take in the pleasures she was being shown, nothing else mattered but the vines pounding quickly, deeply into her every hole, and showing her the ecstasy of being this usually submissive dryad's sexual toy. Even as her body feels close to orgasm she can do nothing for it but twitch, clattering her hooves weakly along the uneven, cum-stained ground and having her orifices grip tightly over their respective intruders... Even her nipples feel like they're growing and begging to release something, like not even her breasts were free to be her own... Every part of her being pleasured and was being used to pleasure these amazing women, and they were going to keep using her like the animal she was... It was all she could hope for at this point, that she would get to be the girl who took their cocks deeper and deeper for as long as she could...
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	It was a good thing it was all she could want, since Marian's smug grin and Celia's constant moans of pleasure and rough treatment of the centauress showed it was exactly what she was going to get. The elf was already thinking about how they could keep the white mare in the inn, probably at the employee's lounge so she would be ready to service them whenever they wanted to... That would probably do nicely. But for now, she, just like the hobgoblin, just stared at the thorough fucking the dryad was giving her, her vines hitting harder and harder with each thrust, the ones at her breasts sucking like a vacuum. The green monster that was invading her rear was slowly slithering deeper and deeper, and showed no signs to ever going to slow down, while the one at her womb seemed to be quite content being in the most private part of the cocksock that was once a knight, pushing again and again against the top as its whole length stroked her inner walls and cervix, more and more of the sweet, sticky precum being leaked... just like the one at her throat did, rewarding the woman with more and more of the warm fluid directly into her stomach, bulging her throat with each movement. It was certainly a sight to behold, and the dryad didn't look like she was going to stop any time soon... She only wanted to keep thrusting inside her new breeding mare.
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	Amelia's pleasured fluids gush from her slit as an orgasm hits, though her body refuses to let her stop the wonderful feelings being forced upon her. One long tone spills from her mouth through the tiniest gaps between the orifice-filling vine and the sphincter of her throat, thoroughly pleased to the point of completely dopey want for these lengths plunging into her, forcing through her tightly-gripping walls all covered in the amber sap-like cum that spilled from the tips of each intruding phallic vine. The cocktail drips out of her in thick globs of white-with-amber, and what little strength remained in her disappears from her body. She attempts speech, her mind refusing to keep any fact in her head but the utter pleasure coursing through her veins now, "Mmmnye~ Iiay waan..." More of this delicious substance floods in through every opening, plastering her womb and throat in its colour as more and more pre-cum being pumped into her, and she could only desire for it more once more of it is fed into her. If not for the tentacle in her throat she'd be face-first in a puddle of steadily mixing juices, feeling it mixing coolly against her heavily flushed skin as the aftershocks of orgasm drive her to shudder away her pleasure. As it was she ws instead bucking through her orgasm and hastily hoping for the next to be just as amazing, just as easily ignored by her rapist...
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	As it was, the only one that noticed her orgasm was Gretel, who smiled. "Hey, look, she really likes it! Celia's vines are something else, aren't they?" She giggled, her length once again hard at the beautiful sights. Marian had left sometime during Amelia's climax, to do who knows what, and had left her to the out-of-control dryad whims. Well, 'out of control' could be an understatement right now: Every one of her thoughts were now overridden by lust, wanting nothing more than keep fucking the mare, to show her her new place in the world, and to cum again and again until the whole onsen was plastered with her amber seed. her hard thrusts became even faster and harder, her womb being positively rammed by the resident vine... and suddenly, the centaur could feel a strange feeling inside her throat. It was hard to make out at first, but soon enough, she started noticing how deep inside her tight orifice, the vine entering her mouth and the one penetrating her pink asshole were hitting each other in a struggle to go deeper, the behind one seemingly having travelled all the way there. But the war was only temporary, as soon both tips just coiled around each other, stretching her throat even harder, and going deeper and deeper until the one from behind touched the back of her mouth, not going any deeper, and they started thrusting in turn inside the now completely impaled centauress.
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	A great worry rises in her in that single moment of recognition before it was buried beneath the sexual joy, the downright sexual joy of being railed with the cock-like appendages, filling each orifice and having them suck down on them too great to allow her more than that second of anything other than pure satisfaction. The tentacles tangling in her oesophagus, sharing the abused ring of muscles at the back of her oral cavity; the vine hitting the back of her womb and curling within to try fill even more of it with the pulsing member; she was owned by these now, and the woman who could give them to her was the only person she would ever want again. She wanted to feel Celia's orgasm. She needed the dryad's seed to pour into and onto her, to feel the warmth of this girl's lusts boiling within her wanting womb as it stained her body and broadcasted her status as Celia's fucktoy for everyone to see. Her eyes roll back as another orgasm tears through her, and she pushes another lot of her sexual nectar out past the rapidly penetrating pseudo-organ. She tries to beg out loud, but her words are lost in the rhythmic pounding of vines in her throat... Her whole body wants for this now though, and any thoughts of going back to what she used to be have been expelled from her mind. Amelia Belakvir had been the Jammet Inn staff's personal cocksock from the minute she had walked into the building, but she hadn't accepted the fact until every hole had been claimed by the girls... She accepted it now. All she was for now was taking all their cum and, if they wanted it, to be the mother to every one of their children... To be bred over and over again, birthing their daughters and then taking another of their children until the day she could take no more... She wanted it now, she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything before, even just the thought gave her her third ignored orgasm.
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	The dryad couldn't care less about what Amelia accepted or wanted, it just happened to be the same she was going to do to her. Yes, she would let the other girls use Amelia whenever they wanted, but she was the one that had claimed her completely, she was the one that was filling her and using her every orifice and body part only for her pleasure... Whatever that stupid elf would say, Amelia belonged to her. She would make sure to train her new toy every day, to fill her to the brim again and again, until she wouldn't be able to live without her seed and vines. Celia had gone a long way from her usual self, and only because one person had submitted to her... Her train of thought was suddenly stopped as she noticed just how close to the orgasm she was feeling... All her vines tingled, just begging her to finally release... just like the animal before her was, she noticed: every little motion of her used body was asking her to just let her seed out, and she decided to do just as she was asked... good pets deserved a reward now and then, didn't they? With a groan of pure pleasure, her whole body twitched as her orgasm washed over her, vines included, moving even wilder inside the woman and her tight insides and entrances. The first visible sign of her orgasm was her actual dick shooting a large amount of seed on the centaur's rump, the cum sticking to her hair, matting it and painting the pure white that showed her ascendancy in a dirty amber colour, almost as if it was erasing all that made her a Belakvir, transforming her in the nameless fucktoy she really was meant to be. But, as large as that amount was, it really was no match for what happened then. More vines split from the main one, tubes aiming at her from every direction imaginable... And then, suddenly, the dozen of vines inside and around her began shooting their cum like hoses, the amber liquid absolutely everywhere. Even the ones suckling her nipples stopped only to shoot, her chest being one of the first parts covered by the warm treat, dripping ropes of it before her whole body, horse and human, soon joined them, even more of the cum pooling on the floor and washing the earlier pearly white sperm of the more human girls. Inside her, the two twisting vines of her throat started to shoot in opposite directions, the one aiming to her mouth filling it with the sweet sperm, until it leaked from her mouth, while the other went to her stomach, making it bulge as if she had had a feast. Inside her womb, more and more of the stuff was pumped, filling her fertile insides with such an alien seed, until it too couldn't hold any more, and joined the huge pool of the stuff at her feet, covering the penetrating vine on the stuff. A sickeningly sweet smell filled the whole area, and finally, Celia fell to her knees, spent.
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	Her body yields fully under the sheer volume of sap being forced into her. Her womb and stomach bloat under the amounts fired inside her, leaving her looking deeply pregnant and overfilled as she dripped with the oozing semi-liquid semen. The white coat of her horse-half was stained in that yellow-orange fluid, marking her as the property of this inn for as long as it stuck to her... As soon as the vines withdraw she falls, splashing to the floor and gasping through the cum spilling from her mouth. Her underside and the front of her human half become fully immersed in the puddle of sperm, surrounded by the richly powerful and arousing aroma of all that cum as she lays in it. She couldn't stand, she couldn't speak, she couldn't even bring herself to turn out from the cum she was face-first in, so thoroughly broken was her will body under the unrelenting orgasms she'd been forced through... Still, she feels better than she has ever felt, her body learned to love what had happened before it had all finished and she had been able to feel the love and warmth in her final rapist's thrusts... She wants for it again, she can't wait to be fucked relentlessly like this again...