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While it had involved a considerable amount of paperwork, including a special safety course dedicated to those of particular species, Fionn was already extremely satisfied with his decision to take this safari trip. Having seen a larger and more varied array of animals in their natural habitat than he could possibly have hoped to back home neither the heat nor the need to keep a careful guard up for predators attracted to his equine lower body could detract from his enjoyment.

Though there was one, surprisingly elusive animal that the group had yet to see. In pursuit of that the centaur was huddled in a small group of fellow tourists, stopped here by their guides by the promise of elephants nearby. All eyes were peeled and focused on the spot a hundred metres or so up the road where the huge, beautiful herbivores should be emerging from.

Before they do though the sound of breaking branches to the side of the group snaps everyone's attention to the side. Silence falls over the group, not even whispered conversations breaking the natural backdrop of noise fuelled by a deep desire to see these elephants. An effort which, to the great if silent delight of all those huddled together, is rewarded by the emergence of a small herd of elephants a scant twenty metres ahead.

After a fair amount more sounds of breaking foliage a half-dozen of the large herbivores emerge from the underbrush, standing in close formation. Watching the little safari group just as they are being watched, sans the camera pointing that is, standing in place for a few seconds before starting to move off to the other side of the dirt track. The 'ooh's and 'aah's coming out once the small herd had moved off sufficiently that people began to find their voice.

Everyone freezes a few seconds later, stunned by the sudden and rather loud emergence of one final elephant from the tree line. Fionn winds up being the closest, though the centaur is facing the wrong direction leaving him butt-first towards the herbivore. Which is of potential concern, given that he is firmly within trunk range of an unknown elephant. An unknown *bull* elephant the centaur notes, the evidence of that on prominent display to the taur when he eventually shifts his head round to look. Suppressing a gulp of fear, but also feeling a slight tightening from deep in his sheath.

The guides are gesturing for him to do something, the other guests are watching with their eyes or through their phones, but Fionn can focus only on this big bull elephant standing right behind him. Especially so when their trunk comes up to prod at the centaur's rump, eliciting a brief gasp from the taur at the strong touch - though likely this was the large herbivore being gentle - keeping as still as he can while the elephant explores. Even when that trunk slides briefly over his tail Fionn doesn't move a muscle, giving his very best statue impersonation until the elephant decides that they've finished with this strange creature and walks off.

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Ker-thump-clack-clack. For the umpteenth time that night Fionn rolls over on his glorified mat, the centaur's hooves making a sound that echoes round the little hut he's in. It's fortunate that he plumbed for the solo building else he'd be seriously irritating any roommate unfortunate enough to be quartered with a restless centaur. As it stands he's only irritating himself, the taur having been completely unable to get even a wink of sleep since retiring for the night.

The reason for his restlessness is obvious to see. That long equine length, dark rod jutting proudly from his loins, has been dropped since the moment he was out of sight of any prying eyes. Stubbornly refusing any attempt by the taur to calm himself, flopping against his belly or the floor every time Fionn rolls in a vain attempt to find a position that would welcome him to the land of nod. Such actions likely to only exacerbate the thoughts playing across his mind.

Thoughts that are crystal clear in his mind; that lone elephant bull, mammoth member hanging out proud for all to see. It had taken all the centaur's willpower to keep his shaft from dropping there and then in-front of the rest of their safari group, the embarrassment it would cause the only way he managed to avoid doing so. Endowed as he is - and the centaur's equine parts are certainly no slouch in that arena - it pales into insignificance compared to the length and girth that the elephant was packing. What wondrous pleasures could be aroused from the proper utilisation of such-

Bang. Fionn is shaken from his thoughts by a loud sound reverberating the walls. Head darting up and gaze cast around the room in tired confusion for what could have caused such a ruckus. *Bang*. Again the sound echoes through the small space, confusing the centaur even more for a moment. Finally it clicks that the originator of the banging is outside, as if someone was whacking the wall with a sledgehammer.

"For fucks sake..." Irritation and righteous indignation overtake lethargy, the centaur rolling again onto all fours. Giving an irritated huff when the sleeping mat slips under one hoof, sending him stumbling forwards a pace before catching his balance. Shooting a glare at the inanimate object that was clearly conspiring against him Fionn stomps over to the door, making absolutely no effort to quieten the sound of his hooves against the floor. Completely forgetting any and all safety briefings he had been given about 'Never opening your door at night', 'Staying inside when unaccompanied' and the like. Throwing open the door and marching right out into the open, hands on hips as he turns towards the source of the banging.

"What are y- y- ..." It takes a second for the centaur's eyes to adjust to the twilight outside. A little longer than it should have, though once he's acclimatised to the light he can see why. Identifiable despite the lack of light is the unmistakable shape of an elephant; from this close up Fionn can hear the deep breathing, see the glint of a tusk and some amount of face in the dim light spilling from the open door he's standing in. Even with the bulk of that large animal blocking the light emanating from the rest of the complex, forming an outline in the faint background glow.

If there was any doubt in the centaur's mind about whether the banging and this elephant's appearance were unrelated it's banished by their long trunk curling round his waist. Tightening round that equine-human joint and applying a yank firm enough to drag the centaur a few paces outside, though also helping him to keep his balance as he comes stumbling forward. Hooves puffing up little unseen clouds of dust as he moves, door swinging shut now that it's no longer held open to leave the pair in the much fainter glow from the more distant huts nearby. Fionn needs a few seconds to collect himself having been so suddenly shifted and get his balance back.

Though that's a few seconds that the centaur might not get. He had barely stopped moving when that trunk that had so effectively propelled him from the safety of his hut was moving further back. Sliding without a hint of hesitation under the centaur's equine tail, taking a deep breath of the equine rump. Fionn can't fail to notice the feeling of an elephant's trunk pushing up against his rear entrance, getting up close and personal with the original source of the stallion's scent.

"Wh- whoah there..." The thought to try and bolt back through the door crosses Fionn's mind as that thick appendage comes up for a second prod against his tailhole. In other circumstances he might have tried, but the combination of his somewhat tired state and long afternoon harbouring thoughts rather similar to what is happening right now keeps him in place. Standing passively in place, letting the elephant have their exploration of his body. ”Perhaps they’re just curious, and will wander off once they’re done.”

Fionn's thought is technically correct - which is the best kind of correct - but unbeknownst to him there's a lot more excitement in store for the equine. The first hint of which he gets when the rough end of the elephant's trunk slides down his perineum, the centaur's tail giving a reflexive flick of mild irritation at the feeling against that sensitive strip of flesh.

His long tail flicks again, though this time it's far less due to discomfort. That probing trunk had found the stallion's balls, ovoid shapes hanging down between the centaur's hind legs getting pushed back up into his body as that limb explores further. The large herbivore seemingly uninterested in those sperm-filled balls but absolutely fascinated with the stallion's trouser snake. If it could be called such a thing on a taur, of course.

Thoughts of bolting for safety get pushed out of Fionn's mind in line with how far along the elephant's trunk gets on his stallionhood. Though the dark length is a challenge to see in the low light the elephant can feel just fine with their trunk, going nice and gently along the soft length. Soft as right now the centaur is hanging loose, looser than it had been all night thanks to the nerves of his present predicament. But he's a stallion, not a eunuch, and having this massive creature - one that had been playing on his mind most of the day - now playing with his member, well. Fionn can't resist that, and a large part of his mind doesn't want to try. Blood rushes back to that organ, making it harden rapidly enough to slap up against the equine's belly.

Apparently the sound of cock slapping against furred belly is some sort of trigger for the elephant. Giving a parting squeeze of the centaur's cock with their trunk he steps away from the taur, trunk tracing the reverse path it took to reach the bulging flare of that stallionhood in the first place. Having his breeding orbs so casually pushed out of place brings a proper shiver to the centaur's body, a quiet gasp following as the trunk tip slides past the dock of his tail. Finally allowing him to lower his tail a little, the lust-fuelled heat coursing through him keeping it lifted a touch away from his rump.

"Well... th- that was... qui- OOF!" Fionn bites off his exclamation of surprise a moment after it emerges, courtesy of feeling a little of the elephant's weight come to rest on his hindquarters. A load which the centaur's body instinctively attempts to accommodate, legs bending a touch and locking into place to keep himself from collapsing under the elephant's bulk. He hardly needed to but the centaur glances backwards anyway, getting a view filled with a lot of elephant face and tusk.

"What.. what're you.." Various answers to that unfinished question are already flying through Fionn's mind. Although there's only one that really seems to fit the bill for explaining this particular animal's actions. Said elephant seems unphased by the slight twitching from the taur, shuffling themselves forward slowly, large feet barely lifting from the floor with each little step forward. As more of the centaur's back is eclipsed by elephant Fionn has to adjust their posture again, that weight distribution changing as the large herbivore moves. Pushing up a little more firmly against that marginally softer belly the centaur gets his legs into a position that eases the slight discomfort that was starting to form in those equine forelegs. This a little different to the taur, not usually needing to carry so much of the mounting load at his fore.

Once he feels a solid, rough chest pushing against his human back though Fionn realises how much of a problem he has; if this rather friendly beast decides to go any further he's going to really regret skipping out those yoga classes. Fortunately for the centaur this seems to be the furthest forward that the elephant wants to go, their chin pressing against the centaur's head and belly pressing into his back. Trunk curling round to give what might be tickles were they given to another elephant, but to Fionn it's like having a fist pushed against his chest. Not *too* unpleasant he'd hasten to add, lest his thoughts offend this animal now in total control of his body. Just, strong.

What is most certainly a very familiar feeling to the centaur rises at his hind end. The elephant's intentions becoming crystal clear, eliciting a hurriedly stifled gasp from Fionn as he feels *something* up against his rump. It may be prodding against his hamstrings, but even there the centaur can tell that this thing is _fucking massive. _The hand clamped across his mouth is rapidly joined by a second as a manhood that puts his own to shame runs across his backside, prehensile shaft smearing pre across those equine cheeks.

A quickly choked off gasp of pain creeps out of the centaur's mouth as that large member pushes firmly against his balls. Easing that sack out the way much like that trunk did, sliding down the still rock-hard equine length. Causing that ebony rod to quiver, a thin line of pre spurting up into Fionn's belly fur as that mammoth shaft squeezes past that flare. And goes on, and on, those green eyes growing wider and wider with every inch of that thick breeding tool that slides past the head of his own.

Only now does Fionn actually think that he should really be looking for a way out of this situation. He could try moving, but the oppressive weight of the large mammal on his back scraps that idea. He could call out, but he would die of embarrassment to be caught in such a compromising position. It'd be hard for him to explain why his shaft was not only dropped but hard up against his belly. Besides, he reasons while trying not to think about just how long that length getting dragged along his own is, maybe the elephant will just step off him now that they've not found a nice, elephant-sized slit to penetrate.

No such luck. As if they had done this before the elephant slides the head of their member up the stallion's perineum, using that groove of soft skin to help slide the tip of their shaft into position. Once the blunt head is firmly wedged against that wrinkled equine donut - accompanied by a shiver and a mostly muted groan from the centaur - it's a simple matter for the elephant to line their shaft up and push.

With how the elephant's body is positioned it's a little more of a challenge for the large creature to get a good angle for a thrust forwards. In a lot of cases this might present a problem, especially given the relative tightness of Fionn's tailhole that is being targeted, but the centaur has a solution for this issue; putting all those prior lessons to good use, making his pucker relax. That cock-obsessed part of his brain overriding any common sense, the centaur *needing* to feel that mammoth member inside of him.

As soon as he does a yell almost slips out of the taur. Almost forced out of him by the stretching, to a degree he had felt few times before, heralding the arrival of the elephant's shaft to his rear. Beneath him his shaft twitches and jerks, a dribble of clear fluid falling from the tip as the mere act of penetration nearly tips him over the edge. A much larger dribble of a rather similar fluid leaking out into his back passage, enough for the taur to feel a near flood of warmth filling his rump. His poor tailhole and now freshly dampened rear entrance providing distraction enough that he hadn't even clocked that there were barely a few inches of shaft inside of him.

Though that situation doesn't last for long. Wrapping their trunk round Fionn's torso to keep their breeding mount in place, the elephant's other flexible appendage resumes its onwards journey. The pause had lasted for barely a second, only long enough for the centaur to adjust his stance a little and the elephant's cock to dump an additional volume of lubricating pre into that tight passage that awaits. A wider range of muted sounds emerging from the centaur in response, along with a little bit of squirming underneath the large animal’s bulk. Not able to keep still as his back passage gets so thoroughly stretched.

Even with both hands held over his mouth Fionn can’t entirely keep the next moan from leaving his lips. Squeezed out of him by the pressure from the elephant’s shaft reached his prostate, and the centaur was helpless against such an assault in his current state. A mere push against that organ would have done it, and he could swear that the elephant was using the prehensile nature of their member to rub back-and-forth over that little bump too. Which they quite possibly were as, without Fionn's conscious involvement, the centaur’s tailhole squeezes firmly each time that prostate pressure is applied then removed.

Then the stallion's ass squeezing again, though now in time with something else. That being those equine orbs releasing their load all over the centaur’s forelegs, contracting up into the stallion’s body and spraying what looks like an almost continuous stream of white from Fionn’s now widely flared cockhead. A shudder of pleasure passing through the equine’s body, that internal pressure from elephant cock against his prostate very effectively milking him for every drop of seed that he can produce.

Which turns out to be quite a reasonable amount indeed. Seems that spending an entire day fantasising about a very sizeable schlong leaves a centaur quite pent up. Couple that with then getting sodomised by that very same schlong and, well, even though his legs and belly are catching the brunt of his release there’s still going to be a damp patch here in the morning. Not that such worries are on the forefront of Fionn’s mind. Not with, as his release slowly fades away, the feeling of intense fullness from his rump once again rising to the fore.

The feeling brings into sharp relief the predicament that the centaur still finds himself in. Fionn may have taken on the role of a 6-second-wonder, but it doesn’t feel like the elephant is going to be quite as undisciplined as he. The point proved as that butt-spreading shaft pushes on deeper, leaving a constant press against the centaur’s prostate that keeps his own cock held up firm against his belly, recent release be damned. Making the challenge of not attracting any more attention all the harder, the taur being helped out in no way by his elephant friend. The large herbivore perfectly content to remain as silent as possible it would seem.

As the thick shaft in his rear finishes stretching out his rectum and pushes onwards into his colon Fionn realises he has absolutely no idea how long this shaft he’s taking actually is. Awed as he was by its size he was hardly in a position to take a measurement of its length; no-one seemed to have a tape measure handy at the time. But it didn’t seem to too big. Not of the length to threaten reaching right the way through and poking out his mouth, at least. So he’s got that going for him, which is-

An instinctive buck interrupts Fionn’s train of thought there. Apparently the slowly slowly approach was getting boring for the elephant who, after releasing another veritable flood of pre into the equine’s colon, quickly pushed another foot of flexible cock inside to join the first. Unfortunately for the centaur that rather abrupt upping of the pace forces a hastily choked off yell from his lips, gaze looking round wildly for a second. Fortunately the formerly silent elephant decides this is the time to make some noise of their own, a ‘quiet’ trumpet that is almost uncomfortably loud to Fionn, acclimatised to the rather quieter sound level of before.

Discovery is rapidly becoming the lesser of two concerns in the centaur’s mind. He’s got a rather larger problem currently stretching out a good deal of his internals, with no hint as to how much more there is to come. Though the elephant shaft’s prehensile nature is certainly helping out here. Unlike when he’s taking, say, an equine cock up the tail pipe, this one is able to follow the natural bends of his back passage. At least a little bit, which is more than not at all. If you told Fionn that this would also ensure that he was going to be able to take the entire 3’ and change of thick elephant cock he might be a little less happy about the fact, but what he feels in the moment is a surprisingly comfortable fullness.

And getting fuller. There’s an occasional twinge of discomfort as the centaur’s colon is forced into more and more of an elephant-cock-shape, quickly ironed out by a renewed press against his prostate. Fionn for his part is just barely able to keep himself from any further embarrassing exclamations, and even with that effort the quiet is still broken by the increasingly frequent sound of equine cock slapping against elephant cock-filled belly.

And fuller still. This cock is reaching depths that Fionn had never felt before, let alone have them spread wide by an invading shaft that's larger than his arm. The large herbivore seems relentless, utilising the pre generously spread by their thick member to aid in getting those last few inches nestled deep inside the equine. Or at least attempt to. No matter how they flexed that muscle of theirs, and how much Fionn tried to relax himself, that last little bit proved elusive to the bull.

But this particular elephant bull was in bliss right now. Hardly surprising, with the way that the centaur's body is gripping him like nothing else they had experienced, and they clearly wanted to feel as much of that tightness wrapped round their member before the end. So for the first time since spreading that equine hole open the elephant shifts their legs. Trunk swinging backward to press up against Fionn's chest, holding the taur in place while their back legs shuffle forwards. Shifting their loins so their shaft starts to slip backwards out of Fionn, a good foot of slick elephant cock pulling a fair deal of pre with it to flow down the centaur's rump.

The motion goes on for just long enough for Fionn to think that perhaps this particular elephant was done. Perhaps their release was rather small in comparison to their shaft, or- Once again the centaur's thoughts get interrupted by that rather large 'stick' up his ass. He can't help but cry out; an incoherent yell of pleasure that slips past his lips as easily as the elephant's cock slips right back into him as the large herbivore thrusts. Followed and fortunately mostly covered by another trumpeting call from the bull who is rather enjoying the way that those equine insides clenched all at once against his thrust.

Gripping like that ensures that the elephant goes to repeat the motion. This time Fionn is at least somewhat more prepared, stifling the shaky cry as his hind end gets properly worked over by his huge friend. Their thrusts may be slower than most, but the amount of bone-shaking **force** put into each more than compensates in the centaur's mind. That momentum more than enough to push the centaur’s hindquarters high in the air were there not the large bulk of the elephant right there to keep him in place. The third thrust brings another release from the taur, his already tired and mostly spent balls managing a few feeble spits of white as that prostate-crushing penis gets on with wrecking his ass.

Well, not quite wrecking per se. For while Fionn's latest release may be rather pitiful in comparison to his last, those anal muscles of his are still well able to clench. Or rather, able to clench, a little. Enough to push the elephant right to the height of pleasure too, trunk sliding down to push the centaur's equine chest instead. Pressing backwards on that, helping to force the last little bit of their shaft into Fionn's clenching hole, managing to achieve a sheathing more complete than any they had experienced before.

Then comes the cum. If Fionn had felt full before, with a noticeable portion of his guts taken up by elephant shaft, then the first blast of seed right into those deepest places tell him that he's felt *nothing* yet. A slight whimper creeps past his hands, drowned out by the elephant's trumpeting cry as he feels the flood of warmth filling him, the elephant packing not just a considerably larger member than his own but also a proportionally larger set of balls too. That sizeable pair of breeding orbs doing their best to fill the taur right to the brim.

Fionn only started to worry when he felt the unmistakable feeling of seed flowing backwards through him. There's already enough to evoke that sensation, and it doesn't feel to the taur like the elephant is slowing down anytime soon. Without being able to look - held firmly in place by that strong trunk pushed against his chest - he can only imagine how distended his belly looks, getting even more so by the second as all that ‘useless’ empty space gets filled with the far more valuable white fluid of elephant cum.

It's right at the point where the centaur is beginning to imagine that he can feel that cum rising up his gullet that the flow begins to slow. Fionn feels that both internally, as fewer pulses of seed travel down that thick member, and also the large herbivore resting a little more weight onto his back. Showing just how careful they had been throughout, trunk rubbing gently against that join of equine and human at the centaur's waist as if in praise. The touch oddly soothing, and slightly ticklish, to the taur.

Which provides a useful distraction from the feeling of that shaft being pulled from his rump. There's now a considerable volume of lubrication available; a fair bit of white fluid having pushed its way back past the elephant's member despite the tight fit. A vast amount of that in turn spills out along with the retreating grey length, ensuring the equine rump is thoroughly coated in evidence of his nighttime activity. Encouraging out a limp twitch from his soft yet still dropped shaft, shaking out a few drops of seed to join the small pool on the floor.

Now that he's no longer being held up by an elephant's cock in his rump the centaur's tiredness finally catches up with him. His legs start to shiver even before that weight on his back starts to shift backwards, the elephant bull backing off of the taur now that they have finished claiming their mate. Large forelegs brush against equine hide, even those slight touches threatening to topple the unsteady centaur. Which makes the elephant's parting gesture; a gentle rub of their trunk up against that seed-dripping rump, more than enough to make Fionn's legs give out completely and collapse all the way to the ground...

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The next couple of days pass in a blur for Fionn. The centaur able to blag his way through the next day, lucky enough to get the chance to clean up before anyone saw him. And as no-one had commented to him before leaving the taur assumed that his 'activity' had remained a secret, the memory bringing a smile to his face whenever he casts his mind back. Bringing a little bulge to his sheath too, which is something he is well used to keeping in check when necessary.

Settled into his recliner on the plane though is the ideal time to indulge, his form ensuring that he is situated somewhere with a little more privacy. An event that once again proves fortuitous to the equine, opening an email from the safari lodge he had been staying with. Expecting the usual business speak feedback text he's surprised by it's plainness. A simple 'We're glad you enjoyed your stay, and look forward to seeing you again. Here are some highlights of your trip for you to remember us by.'

Fionn is so glad that there's no-one looking at him when he opens up that video. Seems the lodge invest in some high quality night vision cameras, tracking all the wildlife and what it gets up to after dark. Including when one of the guests goes and gets railed by a nicely endowed elephant in the depths of the night. Seems like the taur will certainly be making a return trip, taking advantage of their more 'private' offerings..