FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

I

In the shadow of the duergar war-camp, a windy gorge formed something of a run off from where the deep dwarves were settled on a plateau in the mid-point of the enormous underground chamber. Then again, the gorge was perpetually cast in shadow like everything else in the Darkburrow. The only light came from clusters of bioluminescent fungus, long waterfalls of glowing growth spilling from cracks in the cold black rock, long creeping vines of light and towering mushrooms that flickered like arcane torches.

It gave the duergar, panting from the short run down the side of the plateau, enough light to work with. Even their darkvision attained from generations of living deep underground had its limits. And especially considering the range of their heavy crossbows and the slippery nature of their foe the squad of squat grey-skinned figures were thankful for every edge they could get.

They threw themselves into ambush positions along the gorge, some kneeling and others going prone. All started shoving bolts into the crossbows and cocked the heavy levers that tensed bowstrings and fed projectiles into barrels.

They were barely ready when the bushels of glowing fungus shook, then parted and a figure came galloping through the gorge.

At first it seemed to be a woman mounted on horseback. Then as the blur of her speedy movement resolved in the duergar eyes it became apparent the woman was a woman from the waist up and horse from the waist down. And riding on her back was a male figure, smoke and fire exploding from the end of his loud weapon.

Three duergar fell, each with a bullet lodged somewhere on the inside of their skull before any of them could bring their weapons to bear. And by the time the others had even raised their heavy crossbows, Centina had galloped by with the hoodrat on her back holding tight for dear life.

The half-elf dug his heels slightly into the centaur's sides, one hand about her waist while the other kept his assault rifle level. His finger feathered the trigger a few more times, letting off pops of gunfire over Centina's shoulder and making her recoil in pain, a slender hand clapping over her right ear.

"Ow! That's really loud!" she screamed, but didn't dare slow down.

"Soooorreeee!" the hoodrat apologised, doffing his rifle to look over his shoulder.

Behind them the duergar gave chase, their bodies swelling and limbs elongating grossly to give them a greater stride to keep up with. Grimacing, the hoodrat threw one leg over and swivelled. Balancing on the galloping centaur's back, he faced backwards and aimed his weapon, letting off several more shots with pin-point accuracy. More grey dwarves were smokechecked in an instant, dropping out of sight and prompting the other pursuers to break off.

The hoodrat seemed pleased with himself. Pleased enough he almost forgot the fact he was missing his pants. Clad in his FAST helmet, a set of night-vision goggles perched on the forehead; an under-armour t-shirt stretched out over his muscular torso; a black tactical vest carrying fighting gear and protecting his centre-mass; and just pair of silky green short-shorts and his hiking boots; the hoodrat didn't seem particularly well dressed for action considering the comical lack of pants. But with that being said, he carried himself with the professionalism of a noble operator.

"Ha-haaaa! Suck a big floppy donkey dick you retarded ass grey-skin fucks!"

... physically anyway.

As the half-elf operator hollered and flipped the peeling duergar an ancient arcane hand-gesture of offence, his mount suddenly lurched to one side. It took the hoodrat by surprise and he caught himself with a hand on her rear, drawing a yelp from Centina and turning her face red.

Still, the centaur woman was more concerned with escaping their malicious captors than telling off her handsy comrade. Centina had been trapped in the Darkburrow for weeks, made into a pet to serve the duergar war chief until the operator had showed up. His arrival had given her the first chance to escape, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste now.

While fortunately the gorge running off the plateau housing the war-camp was the most even ground to make an expedient escape along, it was also extraordinarily windy, and one long bend almost had Centina double back on herself.

Waiting for them up ahead on the edge of the gorge were the duergar the hoodrat thought had given up the chase.

"Two-o'clock high!" she cried, leaping to one side.

As she did the hoodrat almost plummeted off her back, and at the same time several crossbow bolts whistled past their position. He swivelled again, wrapping an arm about the human part of Centina's body and aiming his assault rifle like a pistol, returning fire with long bursts that drained the magazine in less than three seconds.

In his rush to find something to hold on to, the hoodrat's arm coiled under Centina's left armpit and his hand grabbed her right breast, squeezing lightly through the coarse fabric that made up the lacy bra the duergar had made her wear. Centina was naked besides, but then centaurs didn't usually have much need for clothing besides maybe a shirt or a bit of barding on their equine parts.

Noticing the grab though, Centina's pretty eyes widened with surprise and she gritted her teeth, cheeks flushing beet-red again. But still focusing on dodging the crossbow bolts that followed, the centaur pressed on about the next bend and darted out of the enemy line of fire.

Only then did she reach up and slap the half-elf's hand away.

"Soooorreeee!" he apologised again, balancing on her back hands-free again and switching magazines.

The empty was flicked away as he canted the gun sideways, then rotating the weapon into his chest he brought the next out of his tac-vest and slapped it home. The bolt carrier slammed shut with a 'clack!' that pressed the next bullet into the chamber and readied the gun for another bout.

The gorge wound on, twisting this way and that forcing Centina to run the long way and allowing the duergar above to cut corners. At the next pass they abandoned their crossbows and drew knives and swords, throwing themselves on the duo.

"Look out!" Centina totally intended to shout, but the hoodrat was on it.

Leaned back he put both hands on his assault rifle and let loose several controlled bursts. Each distinct 'braaaapp!' of the weapon toppled a duergar in mid-air and sent them tumbling to the deck where they collapsed into broken heaps. At this point the innate ability in the creatures that swelled their bodies when the blood was up meant they were about double the normal dwarven size.

Flicking another magazine from his weapon, the hoodrat reloaded with another glance over his shoulder. This time the duergar didn't just break off, they skidded to a halt and roared at the dark ceiling of the Darkburrow in rage. But they did not follow any further.

"Hey, I think we lost them!" he said with a smile.

The jinx was instant.

It was a tremor at first. Then it grew, rapidly until a full-blown earthquake nearly knocked Centina's hooves out from under her. On a long straight part of the gorge, even she risked a look back over her shoulder, just in time to see a geyser of gravel shoot into the air behind them.

From the clouds of dust that parted like a curtain came the terrifying maw filled with serrated teeth and metal scaled body lined with hooked spines. The duergar hadn't been screaming in frustration. They were calling forth a pet.

The gargantuan rock wyrm surged forward in a large arc destined to cut them off.

"Never mind!" the hoodrat cried. "Keep running! Definitely keep running!"

Centina wasn't going to waste her breath on a comment and merely put her head down and galloped into a fresh sprint. She was on her third wind at this point, but the surge of adrenaline that came with seeing the enormous monstrosity racing towards them with its hungry mouth open was enough to push back the ache of tiredness in her legs.

The creature slammed into the ground behind them then slithered and snaked after them, it's tail ending in a vicious stinger thrashing through the rock in its wake. The teeth about the maw interlocked with each reverberating snap of its jaws, the beast sensing the escaping half-elf and centaur combined rapid-fire heartbeat. There was little more the duo could do other than run.

Still, the hoodrat wasn't about to be eaten quiet and nice like. He turned once more on Centina's back, then leaned into the recoil of his assault rifle as he emptied the weapon. An empty mag flicked away and another came up. Magazine after magazine, sustained burst one after the other roared from the weapon until the muzzle glowed like a poker fresh from a blacksmith's forge. And all he had to show for the hundred or so round she pumped into the rock wyrm was a series of crisscross wounds and dents across the scaly hide.

"Giant worm, catching up! Must go faster!" he shouted at Centina. "Must go faster!"

The centaur reared back and leapt, sailing over a boulder in their path, but when she landed she stumbled, slowly slightly and letting the wyrm's snapping maw catch up to them.

"I can't do this forever," Centina panted breathlessly. Each breath was beginning to rasp in her throat and burn in her lungs. She was sure she'd collapse if she had to keep up this merciless pace for a moment longer.

She wouldn't have to though, as the hoodrat heard a voice resolve through the uneven static in his headset.

"Hoodrat? I can see you in the scrying spell now... is that a rock wyrm?" The woman's sultry voice - a voice that could quite literally and confidently be described as aural porn - on the other end of the comms was talking altogether too calmly for the hoodrat's liking.

He yelled in response. "Yes it is! What the fuck else could it be!?"

"Right. Gotcha! Just a second..."

"No second! There is no second! Blink us out! Blink us now!" The hoodrat's eyes widened as the rock wyrm surged forward, and that mighty maw opened wide to swallow its prey. "Now, Aletha! Now-now-nownownownow-...!"

There was a flash of green light just as the rock wyrm came down and its teeth dug into the ancient Darkburrow rock. Further up the hillside the duergar watched their ancient pet burrow back deep underground to digest its latest snack and wait for their call again. The escapees had been dealt with.

So they thought.

In that very same instant, several kilometres across the Darkburrow and beyond a massive chasm of flowing lava separating the secluded little campsite from the duergar, there was a similar green flash of magic to what had appeared in the rock wyrm's mouth.

The instant they had disappeared, Centina re-appeared in another part of the Darkburrow about a foot off the ground and still in exhausted gallop. The hoodrat was on her back, recoiled in fear as his handsome half-elven features twisted into an expression preparing him for being chomped on. And with them came a section of the rock wyrm's tongue which the dimension door had severed in the hurry, the deep purple ball o flesh spewing black ichor.

Centina and the hoodrat slammed into the ground a second later. The centaur rolled over and slid to a halt. The hoodrat on the other hand tumbled, his helmet hit the deck and he physically bounced, yelping an "ow!" as he hung suspended upside down for an instant, then collapsed onto a sleek slab of cavern floor.

Both groaned, and catching each other's eye came to an instant verbal agreement. "Let's not do that again."

The sound of a throat being cleared drew their gaze to the camp erected in the shadow of an overhang. The elevation gave them a better view of the Darkburrow ceiling, jagged with stalactites and glittering with gems that gave the impression of stars. A small fire flickered by the angled tarps and bedrolls the hoodrat and his magical companion had set up earlier. There was even a larger tarp and a bed of hay set up for their ward, the centaur adventurer they had come down to rescue from this awful place.

Sitting on a nearby rock with her long legs crossed elegantly was a tall slender figure, covered in clean white fur. An anthro equine, she was set apart from common West Commonwealth anthro horses by a long marble horn protruding from her forehead. An arcane focus that still glowed with spectral light from her recent dimension door spell that teleported Centina and the hoodrat to here.

The unicorn wore a pair of leather boots exposing her hooves and halted about the mid-thigh with suspender straps that connected the garter belt hidden by the short skirt extension of her corset. Her arms and shoulders were left bare by the low cut of the leather corset, making the armour seem somewhat pointless. But at the same time any spellcaster worth her salt had literally no need for layers of armour to protect herself. She probably just wore the outfit for form rather than function.

"So that didn't go exactly to plan, did it?" the unicorn said smiling.

"Centina, meet Aletha Stormsurge," the hoodrat introduced grumbling as he climbed to his feet. "Aletha, this is Centina."

"Hi." the unicorn greeted casually, brushing a lock of platinum air from her face.

"Aletha's my go-to spellcaster," the hoodrat explained as he held out a hand and helped Centina to her hooves. "We just had to get clear of the magic distortion sigil in the middle of the war-camp. That's where my ingenious escape plan came into play."

"What part of the ingenious plan involved almost being eaten by a rock wyrm?" Centina asked.

"I'll admit, that was the 'fuck it, we'll do it live' part of the plan."

Climbing to her hooves and resting her hands on her hips, Aletha added tersely, "My stealthy infiltration plan would have worked better than your plan to get captured and be turned into the war chief's boy-toy."

"I was not captured. I was performing a tactical insertion."

She glanced down at his lack of pants. "More like the war chief was about to tactically insert his dick in you. What is it with you and losing your pants on every mission?"

The hoodrat laughed, totally unabashed about the bulge in the front of his shorts. "I thought you liked me better with my pants off?"

Her hands clasped behind her back, Aletha cocked her hips and bit her lip innocently. "Good point." She went to walk off, then doubled back and whispered airily to Centina: "I do prefer him with his pants off, by the way."

Centina could see why as her eyes drifted to one side and she ogled his bare legs. He was ripped like a minotaur, bristling with an almost supernatural musculature that put him a head over Aletha, and put his face at the same height as Centina's chest.

She couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in his shorts either, the same large coil of meat she'd felt pressing into her back during their gallop to freedom.

Turning away like a ballerina, Aletha walked to the camp with a seductive sway to her hips and the hoodrat at her side. She removed the whistling kettle from the fire and started pouring the contents into tin cups while her half-elf friend sat down and started stoking some more logs they'd brought from the surface on the campfire. Scattered about the camp were some tools, pieces of survival kit, a large machine gun propped up on a bipod beside which was a tube-like device Centina assumed was some sort of rocket launcher.

They were well prepared for the dangers of the Darkburrow, the hoodrat's lack of pants aside.

Centina settled to the ground by the hoodrat's side as Aletha handed her a cup of soup.

"So what brought a centaur to the Darkburrow?" the hoodrat asked.

"I'm a treasure hunter by trade," Centina answered plainly.

"So what brought you to the Darkburrow?"

Her brow furrowed with confusion. "I'm a treasure hunter."

"And why are you in the Darkburrow?"

Centina stared at the man for a long time before she said very firmly, and very slowly, "I'm a treasure hunter. I hunt treasure. The Darkburrow hides many treasures."

Chuckling, Aletha reached over and pinched the hoodrat's cheek. "Try to keep up, dear." Then turning to Centina she asked, "So what were you after exactly?"

"I was working on commission. My customer was looking for the treasure trove of a lich named Mordak Horeson. I had found the map leading to his tomb and was almost home free when the duergar showed up." She moped for a second then heaved her slender shoulders in a sigh. "No doubt they've used it as a scratch-pad by now."

"What? This map?" the hoodrat said suddenly as he reached back and yanked a long scroll of old, yellowed paper from his hydration pouch.

Centina's eyes widened as she snatched the roll from his hand and unfurled it. Spread between them were the familiar borders of Aelur, the continent and all its nations spread out across the sheet of old-fashioned papyrus in some sort of magical ink that glistened like wet blood.

"The map to Mordak Horeson's lair! How did you...?"

The hoodrat chuckled, waggling his digits. "Sticky fingers. You know all about them, right Aletha?"

"Phrasing," the unicorn said with a giggle.

Looking up she considered the half-elf and the unicorn who had been exchanging jibes and looks like a married power-couple.

"Do you know what this means?" the centaur asked eventually.

"World peace?" the hoodrat asked, earning a cuff upside the head from Centina.

"No this means I can still deliver Horeson's treasure to my customer!"

"Right, yeah! That's totally the second thing I would have said."

Aletha interjected gently with a hand on the map. "Centina. You should know the reason Hoodrat and I came looking for you. Word reached our commanders that you might have been on to something shortly before you disappeared. You have to understand, Mordak Horeson was a nasty piece of work, and his lair might hold potential for the lich's return. We've been put on this trail to make sure that doesn't happen."

"So... what? You're going to take this away from me and burn the lair down?" Centina snatched the map out from under Aletha's hand and hugged it to her chest. "I appreciate the rescue, but I'm not going to let you do that."

The duo exchanged a glance before Aletha continued with a grin. "We figured you might say that, so we came up with a compromise. Much of Horeson's treasure hoard is probably harmless. Let us check it over, and we'll let you keep any of it that is magically inert."

"Let us confiscate the rest," the hoodrat added. "You get what you want and the world gets to stay safe. Besides all that, you've been on the trail to Horeson's lair for longer than we have. We're going to need your help reading that complicated map there."

They all looked down at the map again and Centina noted the complicated runes and patterns laid over the borders of Aelur. In her own mind she instantly translated and made sense of them. But now she realised they were just squiggly lines to the half-elf and the unicorn.

Eventually Centina nodded. "Okay. Let's work together on this. I was getting sick of working alone anyway." She managed a flicker of a smile as she rolled up the map and set it beside the larger bedroll the duo had set up for her.

The hoodrat and Aletha seemed about to get up and discuss how to rotate night watch, when Centina interjected.

"Hey! Uh.... thanks for the rescue by the way. I really do appreciate it."

The hoodrat smiled with a shrug. "And thank you for the ride."

Her eyes flitted back up to the grinning operator as a fresh blush burned her cheeks.

The hoodrat obliviously went on to say, "I was totally riding her and while I was riding her I was blowing loads in faces and it felt amazing because-..."

"You're making this sound waaaaaay more sexual than it needs to be." Aletha chuckled, then gave Centina a comforting smile. "You tend to get used to him. But unfortunately, by then he rubs off on you."

"Now who's not watching their phrasing?"

She laughed, and Centina found herself joining in. With that the unicorn climbed to her hooves and helped the centaur up. "Come on. Let's get some sleep. Hoodrat, you take first watch. I'll come relieve you later."

"... phrasing!"

II

Far off in the distance a rock came loose and tumbled down a stony slope. On the hoodrat's side of the Darkburrow it sounded like a forest being blown over, mighty ancient tree trunks snapping like toothpicks under an invisible, soundless force. The pace of the crackling stone picked up, echoed into the distance and then very suddenly halted.

Silence, not even the slightest whisper of wind could be heard after that.

Night had fallen over the eternal darkness that swallowed the Darkburrow. And in the silence predators snuck about. But in their safe corner there was only a slight stirring of a sleeping centaur. Nothing else.

Satisfied there was no danger, the hoodrat eased his stance and lowered his assault rifle. Turning off his night-vision goggles, he folded the quad-lens headset upward and out of the way, then waited for his eyes to adjust to the normal spectrum of dark colours thrown about the cavern.

It had been about six hours. Aletha was due to take next and final watch soon. They'd silently agreed Centina was exempt, poor girl had been through enough already.

Rubbing his eyes, the hoodrat yawned. And as he did his keen hearing picked up the shuffling of hooves on stone. He didn't have to turn to know it was his unicorn comrade. He not only heard her gait, but drew the familiar scent of her perfume into his nostrils.

Even in the dark Aletha was something else to behold. Her platinum mane shimmered like there were stars and constellations in her hair. Her makeup stood out against her clean white fur, black lips and dark eyeliner making her features pop out beautifully. The only downside to her was the clothes. It almost seemed criminal to conceal any part of her body.

"How's it look?" she asked. There was a faint glow to her horn and her eyes, indicating she had cast a darkvision spell to see better. Though it seemed not for the benefit of keeping watch as her eyes seemed to be roaming up and down the hoodrat's body.

She lingered on his legs, still only barely clad in his shorts. He'd clearly ignored his previous history with pants and forgotten to pack spares.

"View's looking suddenly better," he said with an over-confident grin that earned him plenty of slaps across the face in the past. Tonight, it only earned him a slap across his rear. "How's our new horse-lady?"

"_New_horse-lady? You replacing me, you pointy-eared bastard?"

"Not yet. But I might get tired of you along the line."

Aletha chuckled disbelievingly, knowing full well that would never happen, then threw a glance over her shoulder. "Sweet girl. Braver than most independent adventurers I've met."

"Braver than me?"

Aletha stepped around him and coddled up against his side, one hand sliding along his bare thigh with zero sense of subtlety. "You're in a league of your own. The only man I know capable of conducting a firefight with his balls hanging out."

"It's a gift." He smiled. Then glancing about suspiciously as if trying to share a secret he said, "And speaking of gifts, I got you something special."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Wanna see?" His gaze darted down, drawing Aletha with it.

She suddenly felt it press up against her leg. The bulge in his already rather tight shorts stiffened. Hard like a slowly uncoiling rod of iron against her inner thigh, his cock pressed through his shorts and against the sliver of fur on her leg somewhere between where her skirt ended and boots started.

With a flattered grin she looked up again, catching the hoodrat's mischievous wag of his eyebrows.

Aletha had a mischievous expression of her own as she squatted down in front of the operator. Her deft fingers undid the buttons on the front of his shorts and opened them to reveal his cock, fully erect and ready to go. Her slender digits wrapped about the familiar girth as she feigned a gasp of surprise.

"For me?" she asked, lips in an O-shape and a slender hand touching her cheek. "Darling, you shouldn't have."

The hoodrat chuckled. "But I wanted to. I hope it's your size."

Aletha leaned forward and wrapped her lips about the shaft, the wet warmth of her mouth taking the hoodrat somewhat by surprise and earning the bold unicorn a gasp. As familiar as the warm member was on her tongue, the bobbing motions her head started to make were choreographed by years of practice. This wouldn't be the first time the duo had hooked up in the middle of an operation... and it most definitely wouldn't be the last time.

The width stretched her lips wide enough and she felt the head seat itself in the back of her willing throat with every downward thrust. She would hold there at that moment, her wet throat muscles relaxing about his sensitive crown before she pulled back again. The hoodrat's member was an impressive size for a human... well, part-human anyway. It seemed he personified all the best features of elves and humans wrapped into a gun-toting ball of sexual mischief.

Purring as she raked her lips back up to the head, Aletha swirled the glans with her tongue the popped the member from her mouth. "Perfect fit. You really know how to make a girl happy."

The hoodrat chuckled. "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet."

Taking her hands, the hoodrat lifted Aletha to her hooves and gave her a dancer's twirl. She giggled as he hugged her tightly from behind, his bare dick poking up under her skirt and settling in the soft valley of her ass, gently grinding on her panties.

"Stop wasting time. My panties are soaked already. I need you now." She bit her lip, gazing lustily at him over her shoulder.

"Yes mistress," he conceded huskily and let his hands roam down her body.

She wasn't kidding about her panties. While one hand roamed boldly up her skirt to find the waistband of her sexy lace undergarments, the other travelled up her inner thigh and found the valley between her legs was a sodden mix of damp fur and drenched silk.

Sliding her panties down he let them bunch about her knees. Aletha at the same time bent over a little more, repositioning her hooves so her knees pointed inward a little. Her thighs twisted just right in this position, presenting her eager yoni, a line of tender pink flesh glistening with arousal between swollen lips covered in damp white fur. The hoodrat's cock bobbed like a snake smelling prey, and he one kept one hand on the shaft to keep steady as Aletha eagerly backed onto him.

His crown speared her dripping lips, Aletha's body instantly opening to his thick member. She paused only a second to acclimatise as the head settled into the bead of moisture gathered at her velvety opening. She clenched instinctively, then rocked her hips slightly as she backed slowly onto him, impaling herself on his cock at an agonizingly slow pace.

The hoodrat bottomed out in her wet tunnel with a suppressed moan. Aletha was biting her lips so hard she felt she might draw blood. Reaching back her hands found his, and while still bent over she bucked her hips back and forth, simultaneously clenching her vaginal walls in a dexterous rippling motion. The hoodrat nearly yelled as Aletha got up to her tricks, milking him with his head gently kissing her cervix with every aroused throb of his stiff flesh.

Panting for breath like she'd run a marathon, Aletha looked back after a few long moments, her rhythm settling down. "You know what I want," she breathed. "Give it to me."

For once he had nothing to say, and tightening his grip on her wrists, the hoodrat nodded and started to move. He paced himself for a few strokes, starting slow and steady. He'd draw back until just his head lay buried in her quivering treasure trove. Then to a moan of her approval he'd slide back in and scratch her depths with a gentle caress.

Slowly but surely he'd pick up the pace. The strokes, though long and steady, became faster. He didn't compromise on the length of his thrusts as he picked up speed, like a runner building up to a sprint at the end of a marathon.

"It's okay," Aletha whispered over the wet slaps of his flesh crashing against her fur. "Don't take too long. Just give me your cum. cum inside me."

With a scoff, the hoodrat said between thrusts, "I'll finish when I'm good and ready."

Groaning with a mixture of pleasure and frustration, Aletha began leaning back, pressing her back against his tac-vest as if trying to feel more of him against her. The hoodrat wrapped his arms about her, one hand gently squeezing her breast for comfort while his shortened thrusts spiked up into her depths. Her panties having fallen about her ankles, Aletha lifted one leg up to her side to give him better access, resulting in small squirts of her creamy opening climax to jet past where his member stretched her out, dappling the Darkburrow rock previously untouched by moisture for well over a millennium. His free hand caught her raised thigh for support, then slowly slid inwards and his fingers began to caress her lightning-struck clitoris for good measure.

Aletha mewled as the fire in her spun out of control. Her eyes were shut with rapturous delight as she felt the hoodrat swell against the tingling walls of her vagina, adding to the divine sensation rippling from her hooves up to her lips.

"Cum!" Aletha begged, her voice crooning. "Please! Cum inside me! Fill me to the brim with your hot spunk! You know I love it so! Give me what I want!"

The hoodrat clenched and thrust as far into her as he could, and as Aletha happily predicted with near calliper precision he erupted, shooting long streams of cum into her womb. Rope after rope, nearly gallons of the stuff it felt like painted her insides, irrigated her depths and what could not be contained within her leaked out past where their flesh was joined together.

Both became sodden, quivering, moaning messes as they stood there holding each other tightly. The hoodrat had each of her breasts in his hands while Aletha clutched his arms tightly, as if letting go would cause her to fall out into space. Her leg slowly came down and a pronounced click of her hoof hitting the stone below.

Tipping his hips back, the hoodrat slid out of her, a mixture of their wet orgasms glistening on his shaft and balls. Aletha didn't waste a second, turning and squatting to take the delicious treat into her mouth. Still hard, but sensitive after blowing his load, the hoodrat shuddered as Aletha cleaned him up with several graceful laps of her tongue, then planted a big wet kiss on the crown and lay his softening member across her face with a contented sigh.

"I love these little get-togethers of ours," she said with a giggle, and the hoodrat chuckled as well.

"Since I live to make you happy, imagine how I feel about them."

Standing, pulling her panties up her long legs at the same time, she gave the operator a peck on his cheek and waved him off.

"Go on. Go get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Yeah, especially if you wanna do this again for breakfast."

"What can I say? I'm a girl of routines."

Every once in a while the hoodrat didn't have to have the last word. This was one of those times, and he merely walked away with a smile. Swimming into his assault rifle's sling, he hung the weapon across his back and did his usual no-pants saunter after a hard day's operating, quietly walking in the direction of his bedroll. Aletha was out of sight, taking up an overwatch position on the other side of the rocky overhang. The campfire had burned down to embers that barely lit the shadows hanging over the camp.

The hoodrat didn't need any light between his darkvision goggles and a bit of elven heritage his dad had handed down to him. And spotting something in passing, the hoodrat halted in his tracks, back-tracked a few paces then turned to face Centina.

Hands on his hips he sighed. "I'm not angry, Centina. Just disappointed."

He knew a deceiver when he saw one. And Centina it seemed was very bad at pretending to be asleep. She'd made it obvious the way she was lay, turning her face awkwardly away from the hoodrat and letting out what was obviously a fake snore.

Sheepishly she opened her eyes and straightened up the human portion of her body, horse legs still folded under her.

"Oh, um... hi, Mister Hoodrat. You're still up?" She was a terrible liar too and the beet-red blush that took over her aspect made it damn obvious she had heard the hoodrat and Aletha go at it earlier.

She cracked under his gaze and fidgeted with her fingers. "I, uh... couldn't help listen. You guys sounded..." She bit her lip, a look of desperate need flashing across her face. "Frantic."

The word came out huskily. Probably more so than she had intended, but the hoodrat got a fair idea of what was going through the girl's mind, between the sight of her and the smell of arousal surrounding her like an aura.

Leaning sideways the hoodrat noted a wet glisten on one of the thick polymer tent poles where she had been rubbing her snatch against it, listening to Aletha and the operator fucking.

"Are you horny?" he blurted out.

Centina went red again. "I can't help it." Her aspect suddenly became that of a young girl desperately coming up with excuses for bad behaviour. "I haven't had sex for months! Centaurs all turn their nose up at me because I'm smaller than the average mare. Humans won't even touch me at the best of times, and the duergar war-chief took more pleasure in watching me stew in frustration than anything else."

He was already feeling sorry for Centina. And then she added, "And its not like I'm able to gratify myself. Look at this!"

Frustrated Centina attempted to twist her torso and reach back to touch her own pussy, but her arms were nearly an inch too short to reach. The hoodrat suddenly became aware of many logistical issues that arose when you had the lower body of a horse.

"Wow. That' sucks pretty hard." then thoughtfully, as the girl pouted, he added, "Y'know, I've seen centaur mares rub their hind-quarters on trees to relieve themselves." Earning a look from Centina, the man smiled proudly. "I get around."

"I've tried that," Centina admitted. Then biting her lip coyly, she slowly rose to her hooves. At full height she was only a little taller than the hoodrat, putting his face at her chest level. Something she took full advantage of as she reached back and undid her bra. As the garment slid away to reveal her perky breasts and swollen pink nipples, the centaur mare awkwardly stepped forward, attempting to sway her rear in a time tempered ritual of centaur seduction, and somehow failing at it for lack of practice.

The hoodrat stifled a smile, figuring that she was at least trying her best.

"I really prefer something a little more... intimate.' She bit her lip, looking the operator up and down as she settled in front of him.

Reaching forward she settled her hands on his body, but the hoodrat didn't move away, watching closely to see what she'd do. He was willing enough to see how far she took this and wasn't going to step over any boundaries she didn't step over first.

As Centina's hands explored up and down the hoodrat's taught musculature, the half-elf operator reached out and planted his hands on the last place anyone would expect a man's hands to go on a naked woman. For him to cup her breasts seemed almost too obvious a move, as inviting as her deliciously firm nubile bust was.

Instead he found her waist, then ran his fingers down her bare flesh to the border where her chestnut coloured fur started.

Centina shook almost nervously under his touch as he began exploring a little, raking his fingers through her stiff fur. She couldn't help sighing contently as her own hands moved down. Despite being shy and blushing furiously as she did it, Centina figured it was now or never. And with a skip of her heart she boldly reached down with one hand and tore open the front of his shorts.

The hoodrat was fully erect already and his large throbbing member fell into her soft hand. She squeezed experimentally as if this was the first time handling male anatomy. It was not, of course, but her last time had been so long ago she had almost forgotten what the unyielding hot flesh felt like in her palm.

Her cunny quivered and wept with anticipation to feel something inside it again after such a long dry spell.

She leaked with even more arousal as she felt up along the shaft with both hands. Both hands and her digits still failed to envelop the whole thing! She couldn't help being impressed by his physique. With his build and the sizeable chunk of throbbing, erect cock he could have easily been a taur of some sort in another life.

"It's the ears, right?" the operator commented, feeling both her hands explore timidly up and down his length. "Chicks always dig the half-elf ears."

There was a frustrated cry somewhere over the rocks before Aletha's voice came down. "Hoodrat, would you just fuck the poor girl already!?"

He chuckled. "Oh, well now that I have permis-... hey!"

His sentence was barely finished by the time Centina grabbed him by his collar and yanked him up against her human torso. His dick dug into her coarse fur as his body crashed against hers and they locked lips. Centina's eyes were shut and she was breathing passionately as she yanked his hands from her waist and mashed them against her breasts. Suddenly gone was the timid centaur filly and she'd turned into a hot-blooded mare desperate to impale herself on the nearest cock-shaped object.

Between kisses and heated breaths, Centina said aggressively, "You heard the lady. Fuck me."

"Okay, but only because you ask so nicely."

He broke away from her, earning a disappointed moan from the centaur as she straightened up again. But almost instinctively, as the hoodrat walked around behind her with one hand stroking down her back and rump, Centina spread out her hind legs and squatted down slightly until her marehood was at about crotch height for the half-elf. She wasn't terribly splayed out, but the stance did look slightly awkward. Still, Centina made it look pretty sexy at the same time as she threw her smouldering gaze expectantly over her shoulder.

She watched with curiosity as the hoodrat bent over a little, much of him disappearing behind the curvature of her hind-quarters. She couldn't see what he was up to.

But suddenly she felt it. Centina's eyes rolled back into her head and she sighed out a long moan of relief.

"Yuna have mercy," she hissed as the hoodrat's hands found all the right spots. "It feels so good. I never thought... Oh, Goddess, yes!"

She'd never felt a dexterous set of fingers do that to her before. The hoodrat was already in full swing, using both hands to spread open her swollen labia and explore the soft folds within. Two fingers slipped into her tunnel with relative ease and began massaging a spot Centina hadn't known she had until today. The other found the rigid mound just below her opening, pressing hard while massaging in small slippery circles.

"You've done this before," she gasped.

"I have a proficiency in mounts," he admitted.

"Goddess save me. Do you always have to have the last word?"

"I fear I might explode if I don't. It's a rare genetic condition."

Centina's pointed ears flicked with irritation. She had so many regrets. But at the same time...

She cried out with pleasure, a cry that turned to needy moans as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her sodden snatch like a surrogate cock. Her muscles clenched about his digits, intensifying the fire. The hoodrat at the same time took note of Centina's small deer-like build and realised she was much, much tighter than other centaurs he'd experienced in the past

That was kind of a double-edged sword. On the one hand he'd have a much easier time pleasing her. Centaur mares were notoriously difficult for a humanoid to bring to climax with regular vaginal penetration. They were big ladies, and it took more than decent stamina and a practiced rhythm to make them happy. Even the most hung man in the word would have trouble. Centina wouldn't present that sort of challenge at the feel of things.

At the same time he felt even more sorry for the girl. There was no way she could have sex with a male of her own kind without being torn in half. He wondered if she'd tried in the past already.

As the half-elf worked her most pleasurable clusters of sensitive nerve endings with the same choreographed ease as the various parts of his assault rifle, the hoodrat eased himself to one knee and withdrew his fingers slightly to give her slit a long lap from bottom to top. He raked over the clitoris, giving it a little attention before dragging upwards and dipping into her opening.

Centina yelped at the contact, her whole body shuddering with pleasure, but she held fast. Her legs were trembling with effort to stay on her hooves and the hoodrat half expected her to climax right there and collapse.

Massaging her breasts with both hands she held back though. She'd never had this kind of attention from a male before. The last man she remembered was a rather stout dwarf. He'd been big enough where it counted, but his height had forced her to adopt an awkward position on her back. And he hadn't gone to these lengths to make her even wetter than she had been before. He'd just slipped in, paced himself well enough, then pulled out and rubbed one out across her chest just as Centina had hit the cusp of her own climax, spoiling the whole experience.

This was different. Centina felt herself losing control, her hind-quarters gently bobbing up and down on their own accord to grind the hoodrat's face like she had feverishly ground a variety of trees and rocks to attempt to satisfy herself in the past.

Soon enough she couldn't take the foreplay anymore, standing there on the very border of orgasm but never tipping over.

"Stop, Operator. Stop it," she panted with desperation over her shoulder. "I can't take it anymore. Just fuck me. Please, I want that big thing inside me. Make me your cock-sleeve, your shameless mare slut. Fuck me silly. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

"Alright, alright," the hoodrat said as he straightened up and planted his hands on either side of her rear for stability. "No need for that kind of language."

His cock gently pressed against her engorged lips, cool and damp on the surface but burning hot within. Gently, millimetre by millimetre he started to press in, the crown spearing her opening in one slick motion. Bit by bit the heat of her arousal crept over him, dissolving the rigid tension in his stiff muscles as his cock disappeared into the folds of her dark, trembling flesh.

As he thrust forward he encouragingly pulled her back to meet him half way until his hips connected with her furry haunches, contact making her whole body twitch as if she were poised to up and gallop away. For a second he was afraid she might reflexively kick him in the nuts and end his rampage of debauchery there.

Fortunately for him, Centina didn't have the energy, having totally spaced out on the sensation of being filled to the brim.

Her head rolled back, her eyes fell shut and her mouth went agape into a silent scream of blissful agony. In one long stroke he was hilted within her, and to his surprise he felt the resistance of her core nudge his glans. He'd bottomed out inside her. Inside a centaur! The hoodrat was rather proud of himself for a moment.

In fact, it lasted a little longer than a moment. He lost track of time and it wasn't until he heard a frustrated moan bubble from Centina's throat that he realised he was just standing there hilted in her snatch.

"Oops. Sorry. Here we go." Pulling back until just an inch lay in her hugging tunnel, the hoodrat started thrusting back and forth with instant reckless abandon. His quickie with Aletha numbed him just a enouth to last longer at this pace than normally. No need to temper or distract himself, he just got stuck right in. "How's this? Okay?"

Centina didn't answer, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and a thin line of drool running from the corner of her agape mouth. Her body was jarred at the top of every thrust into her depths, punctuated by a pitch increase in her moans every time.

"AhhhAhhhAhhhAhhh~," she slowly exhaled with pleasure as she was brought back up to the point of climax the hoodrat's hands and mouth had taken her... then the hot, rigid member ravaging her tight pussy brought her over.

Jamming her lips shut, she cried out through pursed lips and gritted teeth as her snatch exploded. A shower of girl-cum jetted from her quivering lips, soaking the hoodrat's thighs, but he continued as if nothing had happened. His fingers dug into her rump for purchase as he feverishly kept pumping, in and out of her tingling womanhood.

Centina was on cloud-nine, unable to register anything around her. She was barely aware the operator behind her was still fucking her wanting, needy little hole... totally missing the swelling of his already girthy cock stretching her tunnel out a little more.

Her common sense suddenly started tingling and with sudden sobriety her eyes widened and she snapped her gaze around at the sex-drunk half-elf.

"Wait, don't cum in-...!"

Too late. The hoodrat clenched, his expressions crewed up in focus as his stubborn body yielded. He held back the tide for less than a second and released a torrent of freshly brewed jizz into the centaur's quivering depths.

"Ah~!" Centina yelped with shock, her face twisted into a mixture of pleasure, surprise and anger. One eye was wider than the other, and in her fucked-silly state she was unable to deny the delicious divinity of the sensation.

She'd never been filled up before. Other guys she'd been with had worn condoms, or pulled out to blow a load on her ass, chest or face. She wasn't too partial to the latter. but deep down inside her, in the recesses of her pleasure addled brain she couldn't help admit that this was the best thing ever, to be pumped full of hot, thick, sticky semen. To feel it sloshing about her womb, painting and dripping down the sensitive, fucked raw walls of her pussy.

Then common sense reared its ugly head again.

Leaping forward off the hoodrat's cock with a sucking wet pop, she whipped about-face to glare at him. A stream of cum bubbling from her folds flung out to one side and hissed on impact with the hot embers left in the campfire.

"Are you insane!?" she cried, but it was hard to take much of her anger seriously with that orgasmic shudder still resonating in her voice. "What if I get pregnant?"

The hoodrat gulped, having not even thought of that. "Soooorreeee..."

Whether he really was would be one life's unsolved mysteries.

##Ready, Set, LETS GO!##

Set in the same universe as my erotic series THE OPERATOR, which is available on Smashwords (at a discount for SoFurry users of course).

Stay sexy, peeps.

Matt Chapel (SniperSpartan-977).

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