"Your New Name" Intro Playthrough A [1/2]
#1 of Your New Name
This choose-your-own TF experience has a ton of conversation and sex scene options. This is one of the playthroughs for the intro presented as a story so you can experience what this erotic choose-your-own adventure is like firsthand. ^_^
Wandering into the fey forest, you meet a kinky herm centaur that needs your attention.
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***This choose-your-own TF experience has a ton of conversation and sex scene options. This is one of the playthroughs for the intro presented as a story so you can experience what this erotic choose-your-own adventure is like firsthand. ^_^***
Wandering into the fey forest, you meet a kinky herm centaur that needs your attention.
Your New Name Intro Playthrough A [1/2]
by Zmeydros
(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)
The outdoor brick fire pit at the Tom-Lynn Bed and Breakfast is no longer chasing away the morning chill. Only a few isolated flames are still burning amongst the coals and you're the only witness when the soft morning breeze nearly extinguishes them. All the other guests have left to shop in town or hike in nearby state parks. Life had left you bereft of motivation before this vacation and deciding what to do after the flames go out feels like a mighty chore. So you wish for the fire to hang in there a bit longer.
But the flames last less than a minute more before a gust of wind strong enough to cause trees to groan behind you, extinguishes them and leaves behind thin ribbons of smoke drifting up from a disheveled pile of glowing coals. You blink as a second gust dries out your eyes and causes another louder groan. Turning to look over your shoulder, you find two tree branches that make an elegant arch rubbing against each other. Below where they cross is a path into the woods that you swear wasn't there before. It winds amongst ferns and tree trunks, disappearing into foliage so lush and green that you feel energized simply by gazing upon it.
A wooden sign next to the entrance of the path is written in a whimsical curly script that says, "Warning: Do Not Enter Fairy Circles."
As you get up to investigate, you knock your mug off the wide wooden arm of your chair, spilling the last of your hot cocoa into the soft grass as it lands. After briefly mourning the lost hot cocoa, you pick up the mug and set it on a tray with some other dirty dishes. When you turn back to the woods, you can't find the path or the wooden sign. Even walking around the periphery of where the meadow meets the forest yields nothing.
Deciding to go back to your room and find something to do with the rest of your day, you take a couple steps toward the bed and breakfast. Your eyes glance briefly at the intricate pattern amongst the glowing coals before another gust hits, nearly knocking you off your feet. The groan from the touching tree branches is so loud that you look to see if the branches are breaking and see the path is once again under them. Not wanting to lose track of it, you dash toward it. The closer you get, the more the wind pushes at your back until you're stumbling over your own feet, barely able to stay upright. But when you set foot on the path, which is made of pinkish sand, everything becomes quiet. No wind, no creaking, only the sound of distant birds calling to each other.
The moist breath of the forest caresses every inch of you, carrying a verdant mossy scent to your nose. Towering above you are ancient trees with gnarled branches and surrounding you is a plethora of ferns. Some have trunks under them, some have spiral heads, several contain dizzying fractals in their leaf patterns, and ones that are shaped like antlers, growing on the trunks of trees all around you. Off to the sides of the path are mossy patches in every shade of green imaginable. A smattering of tiny hills that make up the terrain never quite let you set your feet down flat.
Despite it being the most beautiful forest you've ever seen, there's nothing supernatural about it to match the oddness of how you found the path. That is, until you spot a twelve-foot-wide circle of six-inch-high mushrooms whose colors make up the rainbow. As you marvel at this, a million little points of light coalesce into the shape of a centaur with a unicorn horn protruding from just above the hairline on her forehead. She's now standing in the center, completely naked and sporting white fur on her horse half. It's an odd white, though. From one angle her white fur shades to teal at the base, from another angle, the hair shades to pink at the base. Accentuating this effect is her hair and tail which shade from a light teal to pink at the ends. Her horn is every color at the same time, but unstable. When you move your eyes, you see a rainbow. As she stretches and flicks her tail, your eyes are drawn up to her round breasts and then down to her huge, pendulous balls.
Most of her long hair is wavy and hanging behind her head as it gently drifts as if there's a constant slight breeze and the rest of her hair forms two little rivers that run down past her pointy ears and frame her face. Looking into your eyes, she says, "Good day to you, gorgeous."
Thinking there's no way you're seeing what you think you're seeing, you rub your eyes and then look to see she's still standing there. Then you step closer to the periphery of the fairy circle, trying to spot a seam or some other evidence that she's in an elaborate costume.
"You're not dreaming or hallucinating, you're really seeing a magical unicorn centaur," she says.
--> You tell her there's no way she's real. <--
"Rather rude thing to say to someone you just met, don't you think?" she says.
--> You apologize about the fact you're struggling to believe what you're seeing. <--
"If you touched me, you'd know that I'm quite real," she says. "Come here and see for yourself."
--> When you go to take a step, you realize you'd have to enter the fairy circle to get to her. You stop and ask her about the sign. <--
"What an obedient human you are." She chuckles. "We put up that sign to prevent people from trampling our mushrooms. Just be careful stepping over them and all will be right as rain."
--> You step into the fairy circle. <--
She's easily a foot and a half taller than you, having that powerful equine body under her human torso. As you step over the ring of mushrooms, a giddy rush of energy hits you, like everything is new again. The scents of honey and dry grass coming from her are so inviting that you stand closer to her than you normally would for someone you just met.
With her hand, she grabs your upper arm and guides your hand to the fur just below her naked belly. "See? I'm as real as you are."
You can feel her warmth as well as the strong muscles that move her forelegs as you slide your hand over her soft and velvety horse fur. Something about her scent draws your face closer. When you breathe it in your nipples harden and your crotch tingles, your whole body heating up. You catch yourself just before you moan and stand up straight again.
"I can sense your desire, human, and I want to empower it." She trots in a semicircle, turning her back end toward you before lifting her tail. Now on full display is her equine donut of a pucker and below it is a beautiful, pink tear-drop-shaped mare pussy complete with a big equine clit. Her wetness is trickling down from her muff all the way to her heavy balls and then dripping to the ground.
You're speechless as you look upon this herm centaur's goods.
After doing a happy little spin where you see the pink head of her horsecock poking out of her sheath as she walks back up to you, she says, "Pretty hot, aren't I?"
Blushing deeply, you nod.
She runs her fingers through your hair fondly until she puts her hand under your chin and looks into your eyes. "Want to have a little fun? A nymph was teasing me all morning and I'm in need of some intimate attention."
You turn pink from head to toe, tingles running down your extremities. Her scent is stronger than ever and it's tugging on your instincts, making your crotch throb incessantly.
"You'd have the right to say you've banged a centaur, and it won't even cost you one penny." She grins. "Get those clothes off so we can play."
It's a bit chilly, but you can't bear to deny her. Whatever's going on, this is a chance you can't pass up. Working to expose your upper body, your heart races. When you pull down your pants and underwear, you shiver a bit from the fresh forest air hitting your crotch.
--> Her swollen equine snatch sticks in your mind. <--
"Introduce yourself to my mare parts with a nice long French kiss," she says.
As you walk along her flank, you spot her wide equine cock getting harder with every step you take toward her rear and the moment you're behind her, she lifts her tail. A wet mare muff greets your eyes, complete with a plump throbbing clit that's so hard it's holding her pussy open a bit. A sweet scent, like nectar, draws you in and the moment your mouth touches her hot snatch, your senses are full of her honey and dry grass aroma. She's so worked up that she's puffy and throbbing. When your lips meet her slick flesh, it's like you've got your face against a furnace.
She whinnies and winks, her muscular pussy pushing her huge clit right into your mouth and giving you a taste of her salty wetness with an alfalfa-like sweetness. "Lick!" she says.
You feel her strong, elastic pussy lips stretch around your tongue, little muscular ridges adding texture and tightness. Before you even really know what you're doing, the sweet and tangy taste of her cunt coaxes you to bury your tongue inside her. Her inner walls tug at your tongue while she rubs her clit against your chin.
"Yes! MORE!" she cries out, rocking backwards. "Suck on my clit!"
You obey her, putting your lips around her thick clit and sucking. It's so massive it's like sucking on a thumb and as she bucks against your face, your nose presses into her hot depths. Your face is soaked with her juices and she's nearly pushing you over backwards. Soon, you're leaning into her while sucking and flicking your tongue on her clit.
"Gah! Fuck me with your tongue. I'm so close!" She stomps on the ground and gyrates her back end lewdly.
Shoving your tongue into her snatch, you grunt from the effort it's taking to push back against her. The vibration from your grunt gets her to moan as the muscles of her passage quiver. You start humming and growling and she whinnies. A rush of her wetness coats your face, her scent covering you completely.
"Put something in me!" she says.
--> You use your hand. <--
Reaching up with your hand, you put a couple fingers into her slick sweltering tunnel. She moans and presses back against your fingers, digging her clit into your knuckles. You soon add two more fingers and feel her horse-sized snatch easily stretch for your hand. She shoves backwards, popping your whole hand in. At first, you're watching in awe as your arm disappears into her cunt, but then you start thrusting it in and out, wanting to please her.
She squeezes your arm with her muscles, whinnying before she says, "Make a fist."
After making a fist, you shove your arm in further and get a delighted moan from her. When your elbow disappears into her, she grabs her breasts and fucks your arm like it's a stallion's prick. In the process, your arm gets slicked up by her juices to the point that they start dripping off. The heat inside her is so potent that it radiates into you, making you feel relaxed despite being so turned on you're squirming as you fist her.
A regular smacking noise draws your attention.
--> You have to know what that sound is, so you pop your arm free to look around her side. <--
"Shove the arm back in me and make out with my clit while you do it, you slut," she says.
You blush, shoving your whole arm in her once again as you move your head down to just under your arm. When you get it deep enough, you put your lips around her clit and start sucking as you fuck her with your arm. As she screeches in delight, you feel hot over every inch of your skin and her scent permeates your entire being.
A splattering sound comes from below as her prick spurts her thick jizz all over the forest floor. Her pussy milks your arm, sucking it even deeper. You wiggle your fist inside her as she cums, fighting those amazing muscles while she treats you to a litany of moans and rides out her orgasm. Her clit throbs powerfully, rubbing against the underside of your arm. And the whole time, she's playing with her breasts and pressing firmly back against you.
Once she comes down fully from her peak, she just stands there, keeping your arm inside her. Just as you're wondering if you should say something, she starts walking while gripping your arm with her cunt.
When you yelp because you're getting pulled along behind her, she lets your arm go and laughs. "That was so much fun that I don't want you to go yet. Let's go down to the creek and wash my nectar off of your arm and then see about spending a bit more time together."
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