"Your New Name" Intro Playthrough B [2/2]
#4 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 part two of 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. ^_^***
Your New Name Intro Playthrough B [2/2]
by Zmeydros
(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)
It's hard not to blush constantly as you follow behind her. You're practically being hypnotized by the way her horse tail is swaying from side to side as she walks, exposing her wet pussy every so often. Adding to the effect is her dick, which is half hard and swinging along with her balls. This makes you heat up again and leaves you unable to focus on anything other than her back end and you don't really know where you're going. All you know is that you two are following a part in the tree trunks that's paved by soft moss which is gentle on your feet while somehow not getting torn up by her hooves.
Being nude and dripping with the evidence of your exploits has you feeling a bit embarrassed, especially when you consider that anyone who spots you will see you walking behind a herm unicorn centaur whose horsecock doesn't seem to want to go back into its sheath.
A fluttering, bubbling sound that is calming and invigorating finally gets your eyes off of her back end. To your right, the creek is squeezing through a giant crack in a boulder, but then it opens up into a pool with rocky sides that empties into a twenty-foot-wide area with jagged boulders and rocks of all sizes. The water just goes through this area however it can, filtering through that beautiful craggy mess on its way to a larger body of water somewhere unseen. At the center of this area is a grizzled cypress tree clinging to a boulder twice as tall as you. The unicorn centauress walks into the clear pool of water, getting in up to her belly at the center. You follow her in, finding the water cool, but not cold. Thankfully, the rocks that line this pool are smooth.
It would be a swift job to clean yourself off if you weren't dealing with the new sensation of being submerged in swiftly-flowing water that's teasing your most sensitive places.
After splashing around the pool playfully, she says, "My name's Sable. I'm a chaos fairy princess, but don't worry, I'm the fun kind, not the blow-up-the-world-and-see-what-happens kind," she says.
--> Ask her what a chaos fairy is. <--
"We play with reality to make it less boring and stagnant. I will admit that humans are good at this already, but we can do things that fly directly in the face of the universe's aversion to fun." She grins.
--> Ask her what sorts of things. <--
"All sorts of things," she says.
Her horn glows brightly and the water in the pool is suddenly avoiding you two, as if there's a bubble around each of you that the water cannot enter. You reach out to touch the water and it parts for your hand. When you gasp in awe, her horn glows again and everything goes back to normal.
--> Ask about her being a princess. <--
"My paternal grandfather was a unicorn and I inherited more from him than my father. That's enough about me for now, though," she says. "It's amusing that we've had so much sex and I never even got your name."
--> You give her your name. <--
"Surely there's more than that. Though the human world is often depressing, I benefit from knowing its ways and the struggle of those I share my time with. Tell me why your heart aches," she says.
At first, you try to lay it out briefly, just the main points of what led you to need a vacation, but she asks such deep probing questions that she has the full story fifteen minutes later. Rarely have you had someone pay you this much attention and you're actually smiling by the end, feeling as if you've dropped a burden you'd been carrying. In fact, you're feeling so good that you tell her how much you appreciate her listening.
"You're quite fond of me, aren't you?" she asks.
--> You blush deeply with no idea what to say. <--
"Whenever you look at me like that, it makes me want to sit on your face."
--> You moan and shiver, suddenly needing her to do just that. <--
She turns her back end toward you and lifts her tail, saying, "My mare parts could use some affectionate cleansing. Be a dear and see to them, won't you?"
It feels like gravity is pulling you toward her beautiful pink teardrop-shaped pussy and the equine donut above it. Needing to touch her, you start washing her mare mound.
The contrast between her hot parts and the cool water gets you squirming a bit and the erotic feeling of her muscular equine pussy lips gets you to cross your legs and bite your lip. Her pussy clenches whenever you splash water on it. She's so slick back here and she's pressing back against every rub or touch you give her, gasping and moaning without any regard for decency. By the time you're done back there, her equine clit has swollen to its enormous full size.
"Feels like there might be something stuck on my pleasure button. Could you rub it in nice circles to make sure you've got everything off of it?" she says with a smirk.
You put your hand on that clit and start rubbing round and round. She humps back against your hand, pulling on her nipples and whinnying as you get more into stimulating her.
The way her lips move is fascinating. When you pull on her clit and manipulate it, you stretch out the teardrop shape of her snatch in different ways. She's making no attempt to last and starts bucking wildly as you get her up to the edge in under a minute. Her legs are quivering, her pussy winking to beg for something to be stuffed in it. Before she can ask you to help her finish, you take it upon yourself to get her the rest of the way. You stuff your tongue in her snatch and lick upwards a few times, each time getting yelp from her.
Then she whinnies at the top of her lungs and her wetness splashes onto you, getting your face slick with her sweet and salty alfalfa-flavored juices. Her pussy milks your tongue as she shoves her huge muff against your face. You feel her soft donut of an ass against the bridge of your nose while she grinds. Soon her motions slow and she is just standing there with her snatch and ass against your face. You stay put as long as she stays in that position, trying to be as good a lover to her as you can be. A calm arousal settles over you where you hunger for more, but are content to stay put. It feels oddly consoling to let her take control. You've had to work so hard and put so much effort into things and, well, you need a break from having to do all that. That's why you went on this vacation and whether or not this is a dream, this centaur is giving you exactly what you need.
"Sorry, dear," she says once she's caught her breath. "Being a mare stallion makes things a challenge at times. Sometimes, I just spend all day enjoying my endowments with the help of others."
--> "Are you kidding? I loved that!" <--
She smiles wide. "I'm so glad. Bringing you joy brings me joy."
--> "Yay!" you say, before starting to wash her mess off your face. <--
She smiles wide. "I'm so glad. Bringing you joy brings me joy."
--> "Yay!" you say, before starting to wash her mess off your face. <--
After washing your face, her scent is still so thick in your nose that it's the only thing you can smell.
You bite your lip as she moves to look you in the eye. "Since you gave me your name, you're going to need a new one..." She looks you up and down. "Ooh, and I have the perfect one."
--> "That's not how giving one's name works." <--
"Oh really?" What is your name then?" she asks.
--> "My name is..."<--
You try to picture even one letter of your name, but you can't remember anything and end up looking at her dumbfounded.
--> "I can't remember!" <--
"When you give your name to a fairy, it's far more literal than you're probably used to. That's why we never give our real names," Sable says.
Surely she can give it back just as easily as she can take it, you protest. Then you try again to remember your name, feeling like it's just slipped your mind, like it's on the tip of your tongue.
Sable says, "But you won't need your old one, I have a much more fitting name for you:"
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