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The centaur, the badger and the druid

by Strega

It was a roan centaur with an extravagantly red beard the druid ran into on the road that day. He never did learn the centaur's name, but rather liked him nevertheless. The 'taur wore splints of steel armor on his forelegs and chest and a silver-studded harness supported a greatsword in a scabbard along the flank of his horse half. That might mean he was an adventurer, but though the druid had a powerful loathing for that profession he was willing to give a centaur a pass on that one.

The centaur for his part shied to the side like the man-on-a-horse he so resembled at the sight of the druid's mount, and that, as always, forced the druid to hide a smile. Thistlefur was quite a sight.

Badger mounts were not common, even among the small races, though the average dire badger could carry a gnome or halfling with ease. A badger big enough to carry a human rider? Almost unheard-of.

But that was Thistlefur. Twelve feet long from wet nosepad to rump, not even counting her short furry tail, five and more feet tall at the rump and a ton and a half of feral badger, she was something you'd see coming toward you and run for your life. Except in this case she carried a saddle, harness, and various pouches and packs and tools. Despite her shape and predatory heritage Thistlefur was sweet-tempered and tame, at least when her master was around.

"It's all right, sir," the druid said, but the centaur's hand had already left the hilt of his sword. He even trotted a few steps closer.

"Dire badger?" The centaur said, and the druid nodded. "Oh yes, I've heard of you! You're Cimaran. The druid who hates adventurers."

"Present company excepted," the druid laughed, and the centaur smiled. His occasional visits to caravansaries and bars had let that much slip out. What was not common knowledge was the awful fate that met adventurers he caught off guard. Thistlefur put on much of her winter weight from those, and sometimes even their horses too. Those were human adventurers, though, and other town-dwelling types. He had no desire to feed Thistlefur a meal of centaur.

"She is a big one," the centaur said, and paced around to look at the badger's flank.

"Thistlefur is a real gem," the druid said, and reached up to scratch her ears. "She's my loyal companion."

"And lover," the centaur said, and it wasn't a question. The druid didn't try to deny it.

"Sometimes. I change shape and have at her when she's in the mood. It's the least I can do when she carries me around all day."

"Do you ever change into a horse," the centaur said, and the druid had to smile at the way the horse-man was looking the badger over. Centaurs, wild and half-feral, were free with their affections. This one was clearly interested and for her part Thistlefur was treading her hindpaws in a way that meant she was ready and willing to move her tail aside. She had never been with a centaur but horses, that was another story.

"Why don't you introduce yourself," the druid said with a wink as he slid out of the saddle. He gave Thistlefur's flank a slap and the badger let out a long chattering noise and stepped her hindpaws out wide, her gray-furred tail flagging up to expose her sex.

"Don't mind if I do," the centaur said, and stepped forward. Thistlefur was about as high at the rump as a centaur and the 'taur's forelegs hooked in front of her haunches as he mounted. With a grunt of lust he slammed close to three feet of horsecock into Thistlefur and began to thrust, his horse half slamming its hips forward against the badgery rump.

Thistlefur let out excited chitters as the horseman humped but all too soon it was over. Horses, and centaurs, don't dawdle. After perhaps a minute of enthusiastic humping the centaur let out another grunt and relaxed. A moment later he stepped back, his impressive but now limp cock sliding free to hang dripping below his belly.

Thistlefur, not yet satisfied, looked back over her should and backed up. The red-bearded centaur stepped smartly away and shot the druid an embarrassed glance.

"Usually that does it," he muttered, and the druid laughed - not unkindly, but he laughed.

"Don't worry about it," the druid said. "Weasel-kin mate for hours. She enjoyed it, but - now hold on," he went on quickly, for the red-bearded and now red-faced centaur made a fist. Before the druid could order Thistlefur away the centaur stepped forward and shoved his arm to the shoulder into the giant badger's sex.

"Sir!" the druid protested. "You'll hurt her!"

"Nonsense," the centaur growled. "My arm is no longer than my cock. Trust me, I know. If she wants half an hour of fucking I have a fist made for the job." Sure enough Thistlefur chattered arousal and pushed back until even the centaur's shoulder squelched out of sight in her wet sex.

Of course the druid knew Thistlefur could take a centaur's arm. The problem was that if she got too excited even a big, strong horse-man might not be safe. Soon enough the badger let out a long churr, her sex squeezing and sucking at the centaur's muscular arm. A lesser man might have been pulled right in - the druid had seen it happen. More than one adventurer had been sucked into the big badger's pussy, armor, clothes and all. The druid had gone to some lengths to change his companion so she could amuse herself whilst simultaneously disposing of people he did not like.

He liked centaurs, though, and he was relieved that the horseman was strong enough to resist the pull.

"Look at that," the roan said. "The size of her pussy! And the grip! It's like she wants to suck me right in."

The druid laughed nervously only for his eyes to go wide in terror. The centaur was sliding his other arm in!

"Now, Thistlefur," the druid said, and petted the beast's long flankfur, "let's be nice to the nice centaur and -"

It was too late. The centaur made the fatal mistake of kneeling behind the badger, both arms shoved out of sight into her sex and his face buried in her stretched pussy. With a sudden, rattling growl of lust Thistlefur came and both her training and inclination told her what to do if she came when someone was exploring her sex. As she climaxed the dire badger arched her back and thrust her hips toward the grass, and with a wet squelch that sent droplets of fluid flying the centaur's entire human half was swallowed up by her sex.

Thistlefur was loyal and obedient to the point that he didn't ready spells to control her. She was so aroused now that she wasn't listening and the druid could only watch in horror as she stood back up. The centaur had been pushed into her sex until his front legs were pushed back against his belly and he could only kick the sod with his hind hooves as the badger's hungry pussy consumed him. The druid had never seen her swallow anything nearly this large with her sex and hadn't been sure she was even capable of a meal on this scale.

But she was. Powerful contractions rippled the fur around her distended sex as the horse-half's chest was pulled in. Force of habit sent the druid leaping forward not to save the centaur, which only Thistlefur could now do if she relented, but to unbuckle the greatsword from the horse-man's flank. It might have caught sideways across her pussy and saved him but it might also have been sucked in and thought he had healed her many times as swallowed prey fought for their lives there was no way he was letting a six-foot-long sword inside her if it could be avoided.

He barely had time to retrieve the saddlebags from the centaur's harness. With a long churr of lust she sucked in the horse-man's lower body all the way to the haunches in a display of strength and arousal he hadn't imagined possible. It seemed he had wrought better than he knew when he modified her hindparts.

The centaur was nearly swallowed now, armor and all, but the (presumably) never before experienced adventure into a female's pussy had aroused the horse-man once more. A ponderous horsecock bounced against her side and in a moment of inspiration the druid reached out and grabbed it with both hands. The swallowing process had turned the centaur on his side and it was simple enough to stuff the long hard shaft into Thistlefur's naked asshole.

Even in the depths of her arousal she noticed that, and her head went up in surprise and perhaps even pain as the centaur, his own lust somehow not blunted by his situation, began to thrust. He had no leverage and his hooves kicked the air but he was a powerful muscular creature and Thistlefur let out a whine as he managed to seat his cock to the roots in her ass.

"You're getting what you wanted, dearest," the druid crooned as he petted her flank. "Let the nice horse-man out."

It might have worked. It was the best idea he had shy of attacking his own companion, and he would see a whole tribe of centaurs sucked into her pussy before that happened.

The plan failed perhaps because, even now, the centaur was a hasty lover. He kicked and thrust for less than a minute before a shuddering spasm overtook him, and once that passed his shaft went limp once again. As it began to slide wetly free from her ass Thistlefur chattered once more and with a last arch of her back the centaur was consumed.

The druid stepped back as with a long, wet slurp the horse-man's haunches were sucked in, then the upper legs - he forgot what those were called - the hocks, the fetlocks, and finally the hooves. There was nothing he could do to save the centaur now and it was some some sadness that he watched Thistlefur's sex finally resume its normal shape as the hooves disappeared into her wet folds. There was a ponderous, kicking bulge in her abdomen now and he knew nothing half so large had ever occupied her womb, but she had swallowed the centaur with little effort. Meals this size usually went in the other end but her hungry sex had digested every other person to enter it and he was sure the centaur would be no different. It would just take longer.

He had managed at least to disarm the centaur as he was sucked in and though he regretted the horse-man's fate he valued his companion more.

"I'm going to have to hang a sign on you, dearest," the druid said. " 'Keep your hands and feet away from the pussy'."

Thistlefur chattered, sharing her master's amusement in her simple animal way, and then her pussy twitched. A wet belch was followed by a clang as a horseshoe, somehow pulled free from its owner, bounced off a stone.

"Can't take you anywhere," the druid muttered, but was smiling as he gathered up the centaur's possessions for later sale. The armor she'd swallowed wouldn't be worth as much with the metal pitted by acid and the straps dissolved but he had a very well made greatsword and several saddlebags full of who knows what. Even druids needed money from time to time, after all.