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The sound of rain is light, barely noticeable over the sounds of conversation and general bustle of the inn. Much like any similar establishment you would find in the more rural parts of the world, folk are drinking, laughing and generally enjoying themselves. The patrons are your standard fare; most of them are humans who live in the village, a few more varied travellers among their number.

As the door opens the sounds of the outside elements grow slightly in volume and a few curious heads turn. Through the door steps an unusual figure - a centaur. Standing at nearly 8' tall both the cloak over his human torso and dark grey hair covering his equine body are soaked through. As he carefully passes through the door and turned his large body round a steady drip can be heard as water drips from his body to the floor. Despite the wetness of his hair the large black spots which adorned his back are just visible, the same black as his sodden horse tail that hangs behind him.

The equine takes careful steps as he makes his way towards the bar, patrons shuffling their chairs, stools or themselves to make space for the large body and trying to avoid the water dripping from him. He gives small nods of appreciation and the occasional quiet thanks as he passes by on the way to the bar. Once there he leans his hands on the surface and peers around for the bartender.

"Didn't expect to see you Th- oh" straightening up from behind the bar a brown-haired man looking to be in his 30s stops mid-sentence when he sees the centaur at the bar. "Sorry, I heard your hooves and thought... Anyway, what can I get you?" He grabs a tankard off the bar and idly polishes it with a cloth. "I'll take a pint, and a large plate of whatever you've got if you can." The centaur looks back over his shoulder at the crowded inn. "And if you have somewhere I could sit to dry I would really appreciate it."

The bartender starts to fill the tankard in his hand as the centaur speaks. "You're in luck there. See that rug next to the fire? Should be plenty big enough for somebody of your size." Finished pouring he hands the full glass over to the grateful centaur. "I didn't catch your name, Mr?" "Fionn" responds the centaur after a mouthful of beer. "Max," the bartender replies as he accepts the coins slid over to him by the centaur, "I'll bring your food over." Fionn smiles in thanks and turns around carefully, hooves noisy on the stone floor as he makes his way over to the fire.

With a grateful sigh Fionn lowers himself to the warm rug next to the fire, his legs folded beneath him so that his right-hand side is warmed by the flames. He shuffles a little closer to the warmth of the flames once down on the rug and pulls the nearby empty table closer to rest his drink on. After taking another swig he sets down the tankard and starts wringing out his sodden cloak by the fire.

A few minutes later when his food is brought out the centaur's clothing is no longer dripping onto the floor, and his hair has dried sufficiently to make the black spots properly visible. "Thanks," he mumbles towards them, stomach already growling as the hot stew is placed on the table. "Get you anything else?" Fionn shakes his head at the question, a spoonful of stew already in his mouth. The server smiles back at him and leaves the ravenous centaur to his meal.

With a sigh Fionn pushes the empty stew bowl away from him. Leaning back on his equine body his eyes begin to drift shut as the tiredness from a day of travel catches up to him. Sufficiently out of it he failed to notice the hoofbeats approaching him. It was not until his shoulder was tapped that his eyes opened, looking straight up into the smiling face of another centaur.

Fionn's equine form was sleek, like that of a smaller thoroughbred. The other centaur was clearly a heavy breed; most closely resembling a shire horse. Standing close to 9' tall his body towers over that of the sitting Fionn. Long black hair covers his horse body and legs, apart from a white band round his rump and up under his tail. A single white sock adorns his front-right leg as well, stretching from his knee down to the white feathering just above his hooves. The hair of his medium length horsetail is the same white as his sock and feathering. His human torso is covered with a simple long-sleeved top, damp from the rain. His head is uncovered revealing a typical looking human face, brown eyes visible below his short white hair. The only unusual part are his ears; a pair of obviously horse-like ears sprout from just above the typical place on a human. They flick around in response to the noises of the inn in much the same way a horses would.

"Oh, uh, hello," Fionn stammers out a greeting in his still groggy state. The other centaur chuckles, "Hi there, the name's Theodorus but everyone calls me Theo. Looks like you're about ready to drop off." As Theo speaks he lowers himself to sit next to Fionn, brushing up against his side as he manoeuvres his large bulk in the small space available. "It's been a long day," offers Fionn as he shuffles his body as close to the fire as he tries to make room for Theo's bulk. "I'm Fionn, by the way." The draft centaur's body is very warm, and despite the dampness of his hair Fionn shuffles his body slightly closer to the larger taur.

With a smile Theo puts his large arm around Fionn's shoulders; communal by their nature the smaller centaur offered no complaints at the gesture. Indeed, he leans in slightly towards the warm body next to him and sighs as his human shoulders are massaged by large, calloused hands. "You travelled far to get here? We don't get many other centaurs passing through." Theo moves his hands down Fionn's back, fingers working away any tightness they find. "Ahhh, I'm on my way to a job up north. Some noble's missing, and someone else is worried enough to fund a search," Fionn shudders as a particularly stiff point of his back is worked by Theo's large hands. "Oooh. You're really good at this. Ever think of a career change?"

Releasing his shoulders Theo drank a mouthful of his own beer that had been placed on the table while he was massaging the smaller centaur. With a hint of mock shock, he asks "What makes you think this isn't my job?" Fionn gestures to the numerous small scars covering the draft's body, "You've clearly got a more physical job." Fionn rolls his shoulders back and adds, "Although you'd make a killing as a masseur. Cheers!" He raises his tankard and clinks with Theo's.

The arrival of another centaur had pushed the drowsiness from Fionn, who happily regales him with mostly accurate stories of his previous work. From his time in the army to his life as a mercenary he found himself easily drawn into rambling retellings of his past. He found out more about Theo too; growing up in the village, rural life, and a surprisingly engaging explanation of the ins-and-outs of farming. Throughout their conversation they continued to occasionally hug or rest their hand on the other's shoulder or withers and idly scratch.

Several drinks past the inn begins to empty as patrons leave to dash home through the persistent rain. Downing the rest of his drink Fionn places the empty tankard down with a little more force than he intended with a loud thunk. Looking at Theo, currently finishing their own drink while managing to keep a hand massaging his equine shoulder he eventually speaks, "This has been a very enjoyable evening, but I should go and get a room."

Finishing his own drink Theo meets the other centaur's look, "You're welcome to stay at my place. I don't think you'll get much more than a cold stable stall here unfortunately."

"Are you sure? I really appreciate it, it's just..." Fionn pauses a moment before continuing "We did only meet today. Not worried I'll turn out to be a crazed axe murderer or something?" It was Fionn's turn to chuckle at the odd mental image.

"Well, if you are you certainly hide it well." Theo gets to his hooves, slowly dragging his bulk to a standing position. "In any case I may have some... other motivation for inviting a handsome stud like you to stay." He smirks at the still sitting Fionn, whose face flushes slightly. The smaller centaur looks at the draft taur's hindquarters, spying the swollen sheath and large sack dangling behind.

Fionn also stands slowly, assisted by the still smirking Theo. "Now that sounds much better than a cold stable." He matches the larger centaur's look with a grin of his own, pulling the larger draft closer with an arm over his withers. They stay together for a moment, their horse bodies touching, each feeling the warmth of the other. Letting the moment pass Fionn releases his hold and carefully turns his body towards the door. Now much emptier than when he arrived the route out of the inn is considerably easier, the occasional brushing of Theo's hand over his rump notwithstanding.

Standing underneath the meagre overhang outside Fionn looks at Theo as they both attempted to keep their large forms somewhat dry. "Ugh, I'd hoped the rain would've stopped by now. How far is it?" Fionn held his body flat against the wall as he spoke, the exposed half getting dripped on regardless.

"Not too far, should only be a few minutes. Quicker if you want to stretch those legs?" Theo points in a direction vaguely towards the west side of the village, then paws the ground and looks to Fionn for an answer. "Oh, I've got one more run in me today." At Fionn's words Theo leaps forward into a canter with Fionn following behind, large splashes coming from every hoof beat as the two centaurs run through the rain.

Arriving at a reasonably large farmhouse Theo opens the door and gestures for Fionn to enter. Stepping inside the dark room he carefully feels his way forwards until there is enough room for Theo to follow, closing the door as he does. Striking a match Theo lights several candles hung on the walls, allowing them both to see properly. The room itself is simple; a few shelves and chests up against the walls, and a pair of tables of differing heights; the perfect heights for either a sitting or standing centaur. No chairs could be seen, but several large and thick rugs are strewn about. The room is also very tall; Fionn guesses it to be around 12' in height.

Turning on the spot Fionn takes in the whole room. Despite the cold outside it was nice and warm in, the thick walls helping to retain the heat already in the building. "Very nice. Built to suit you I see," He looks towards the high ceiling as he speaks, then looks back at Theo. While Fionn had been turning the draft centaur had been watching him, his sheath swelling and the head of his mighty rod peeking out at the unintentional show.

When Fionn stopped turning and looks towards Theo they quickly closes the distance between them and pull the stunned taur into a kiss. Theo weaves his right hand into Fionn's black hair and hooks him closer with his left hand round his waist. Running his tongue around Fionn's mouth he doesn't get much of a response at first. Slowly though he feels the smaller centaur's body respond to his own, and their arms wrap around his torso.

Reaching his left hand under Fionn's cloak and up he runs it over the hard muscles concealed within. Moving from one to the other he teases Fionn's nipples in turn, each flick drawing a moan that he smothers with his own mouth. Each muffled sound transfers over to the larger taur, and soon the entirety of his mammoth shaft is swinging below him in a semi-hard state. Reaching his other hand below the cloak he lifts it up and off Fionn, breaking the kiss to do so. Fionn takes several deep breaths as he is disrobed, now exposed nipples hard and his own shaft half-out of its sheath between his legs.

Theo slowly steps round the smaller centaur. He runs his hand along them as he does so, going from smooth skin to rougher horsehair as he passes Fionn's waist. Reaching the strap that secures Fionn's saddlebags he kneels on the floor, one hand tracing round the supple leather. While there he runs his other hand up the flaccid equine member, teasing the sensitive head for a moment before moving back and cupping the large seed-filled orbs. The soft cock hardens quickly at his gentle touch, shivering a little as he runs his hand back down the shaft. His finger brushes over the wide head, Fionn letting out another moan as his finger catches a drop of pre from the sensitive hole. Releasing the equine shaft he swiftly unbuckles the saddlebags and straightening up he carefully removes them and sets them on a shelf.

Returning his hand to the centaur's side Theo slides further back along the textured and slightly damp hair. Running up and over Fionn's sizeable rump he begins to knead the flesh around the tail. Now that he's this close he can see some red strands amongst the predominantly black tail. "Not seen a tail like this before." He combs the tail with his hand as he compliments the centaur causing Fionn to blush slightly at the compliment, his tail reflexively twitching as it is pulled around.

Threading his hand through the base of Fionn's tail Theo's large hand slowly lifts it, revealing the puffy equine donut hidden beneath. With his other hand resting on the centaur's rump he leans his torso down to bring his mouth level with the equine hole. Sticking his tongue out he licks at the soft flesh, then pushes his tongue inside. Running it around the centaur's internal walls he makes them slick with his saliva, preparing the passage for a far larger appendage.

Fionn huffs and moans as he feels his backdoor being moistened. He holds his tail higher, the shire's large hand no longer needing to hold it to get access to his back door. Theo moves both their hands to start spreading his ass, their tongue able to delve even deeper into his back passage as they do so. A shiver passes through his body as a particularly sensitive spot is hit and feeling his reaction Theo makes sure to press hard against it. His back legs shift restlessly as his hole is spread further, tapping against the floor erratically. When Theo is satisfied and pulls back he makes sure to push against that sensitive spot again and Fionn's cock slaps against his belly in response.

"Eager, are we?" Theo chuckles at the reaction of Fionn's bodycock as the loud slap echoes round the room. "P- please..." Fionn keeps his tail raised, equine hole clenching, desperately seeking something to spread it. Giving the centaur a pat on his rear Theo pushes his body up against Fionn's. "Spread your legs." Though softly spoken the authority in his tone is unmistakeable, and Fionn shuffles his legs apart to widen his stance.

Giving a satisfied nod Theo pushes a little harder into the smaller centaur, and once happy that they're stable rears up. Shuffling forwards as he does so he lands on the equine back below him, his front legs just in front of Fionn's rear ones. Fionn gasps as the weight settles on his back, breath driven from him and his legs shaking from the immense weight of the draft centaur. With small steps forward with his back legs Theo pushes himself further onto the other taur, stopping when the head of his own turgid rod rubs against the other stallion's balls.

Wrapping his arms around Fionn's chest he pulls it back so that their faces meet. Covering their mouth with his own in another kiss, playing with Fionn's exposed nipples with his hands. All the while he shifts his legs and hips around, smearing pre over the equine rump as his shaft seeks the well-prepared hole. When he finally finds it he pushes the large head of his shaft against the damp pucker.

"Ready?" Breaking the kiss for a moment he looks down at Fionn's green eyes. The other centaur doesn't reply, instead pulling Theo's mouth back down to his and giving a small thrust back with their hips. Theo smiles and with a mighty heave of his hips forces half of his hard shaft into the needy stallion.

Fionn gives a muffled cry at the feeling of his ass being spread so wide, fingers digging into Theo's back as almost two feet of horse meat is forced into him. Lubricated as it was nothing could have prepared his hole, though the pain was numbed somewhat by the saliva lining the passage. Theo held himself still within the smaller centaur, holding back his instincts to bury himself in that tight hole. While his body shivers with anticipation Theo rubs his hands down Fionn's back as he waits for them to adjust to his bulk.

Once Fionn had adjusted to the stretching his hands relax around the other centaur and he flicks his tail against their belly. Theo adjusts his grip on Fionn's torso; allowing him to straighten then gripping tightly again round his shoulders. Pulling his hips back until just the head of his mammoth member remains within Fionn, almost four feet of hard horse meat bridging the gap between them. With a squeeze of Fionn's shoulder he thrusts back in, the pre-slickened passage allowing him to bury more of his cock within the smaller centaur.

Fionn tenses again as that enormous shaft plunges deeper into him, hands balling into fists at his sides. This time Theo doesn't pause; after a moment he pulls back and thrusts in again, picking up a quick rhythm of strokes into Fionn's tail hole. Every push is easier than the last as his pre floods into the passage, and every time he gets a little deeper within the stallion. It takes little time until his medial ring is pressing into the widely stretched hole with every thrust.

Beneath Fionn's belly his own jet black equine shaft is fully erect, and with every thrust against his prostate it slaps loudly into his belly. Pre covers the currently unflared head, smearing over the centaur's hair each time his cock smacks into it. A few drops fall to the floor as more pre flows out the jerking rod.

Shuffling his legs forward the draft centaur pushes forward once more, this time pushing his medial ring through the wide donut and into Fionn. Changing his approach Theo stops thrusting and slowly creeps his legs forwards, inch by inch forcing the rest of his immense shaft into the centaur beneath him. As he does so he pushes the rest of his body forwards, belly sliding over the equine back beneath him until his own equine breast pushes into the bare skin of Fionn's back. Such was the difference in their size that even now a few inches of wide equine cock were not yet sheathed in Fionn.

Fionn leans back against the horse chest, his head resting on the bottom of the other centaur's human torso. Theo moved his hands down their chest, running over the exposed nipples and pulling them back into his own body. Adjusting his back legs a little more he pulls a little more of his cock out of the tight hole then rams back in. As he sheaths himself fully within the other stallion his large orbs slap against the slightly smaller sack hanging beneath Fionn. "You feel that?"

Lowering his head down to speak directly into Fionn's ear, licking and nibbling on it as he does. "That's what a proper stallion feels like. Ready to fill his little mare and mark them with his seed." Punctuating his point his large cock-head flares within the tight passage, stretching those walls even further. "Ah, ah- Please..." Fionn's words trail off to a moan as he feels that large member inside him, a line of pre spurting onto the floor from his own shaft.

"Please what, my mare?" Theo slowly pulls his shaft back out of the centaur, stopping when about half of his hard meat is out. "You want this? Beg for it." He punctuates his statement by pinching both of the submissive stallion's nipples. "Ahh, please- Aaaa!" Fionn cries out as his sensitive nipples are twisted by the large draft's hands. "Breed me," his words are quiet and shaky. "I didn't catch that." Theo flexes his shaft within Fionn, pressing hard against his prostate but not thrusting in. "Aaaa- Make me your mare!" Fionn cries out as more of his pre sprays onto the floor in response to his sensitive prostate being pressured by the shire's large shaft.

"That's more like it." Flexing his hips Theo sends a few more inches of his shaft into the now wide pucker. "I want to hear you when I claim you. Hear your squeals as I fill you with a real stallion's seed." Fionn shifted his hips back a little to try and match the thrust, though his form prevents any meaningful movement. "Ye- aaaa!" His words are cut off when Theo slams forwards and buries his entire shaft under the centaur's tail, a loud slap echoing out as their bodies came together again.

The draft centaur took up a quick pace now, thrusting his turgid shaft in and out of Fionn's back passage with abandon. Increasingly wet sounds came from the centaurs as Theo's pre is dragged out of that passage and spread over his underbelly and Fionn's rump, dampening the equine hair. His large hands continue to pull and tweak at the smaller centaur's nipples and skin, Fionn squealing whenever he pinches particularly hard.

"I, I think..." Fionn stutters out as Theo's shaft again thrusts past his prostate and with a cry he paints the floor white with his cum. Coming irregularly as Theo's unrelenting cockhead crushing his prostate interrupts his regular flow, long and short spurts of horse seed coat Fionn's front legs and the floor underneath him. His stretched equine donut squeezes harder round the horse meat within, clenching in the same irregular rhythm as the emptying of his balls.

Theo's only response to the other centaur's orgasm is to increase his pace, vigorously buggering that clenching tail-hole. Leaning his head down he clamped his mouth over Fionn's, silencing his cute whimpers by locking him into a deep kiss. Still his large shaft plunders the depths of the stallion, working closer and closer to his own release. Feeling his own seed-filled orbs contract against him he releases the other centaur's mouth for a moment. "Ready to be marked as my mare?"

Clamping back down on Fionn's mouth before they can reply he hilts himself within the centaur and unleashes his own load. His tail flags behind him as rope after rope of thick horse seed is deposited deep within the smaller stallion's bowels. A snarl crosses his face as he holds Fionn's face against him, locking them in place as he paints their insides white. The flared head of his cock pulses every time it releases another shot of cum into the stallion's depths.

Holding Fionn against his body the shire stallion plunders their mouth with his tongue even as his orgasm trails off. The large stallion's tail stills as his equine orbs finish draining into the guts of the smaller centaur beneath him. Releasing Fionn's mouth the shire straightens his torso, arms lowering to hug round the other centaur's human shoulders.

Now spent Theo feels his shaft softening within the now looser confines of the other taur. Holding his position on top of Fionn as long as possible until the head of his shaft finally pulls out of that no longer tight tail-hole. A small stream of stallion cum flows out of the slightly gaping hole as it does, flowing down Fionn's rump and legs before pooling on the floor. "Please, I can't..." Fionn's legs shake with exhaustion from holding onto the heavy shire centaur on top of him.

Noticing the smaller centaur's predicament Theo shuffles his legs back, leaning his weight rearwards as much as he can. He almost makes it as well. Just as his front half is moving over Fionn's rump their legs shake violently and give out and the two of them collapse to the floor. Somewhat prepared Fionn manages to mostly fold his legs beneath him, though his belly still firmly hits the floor.

"Are you all-right?" There is concern in Theo's voice as he moves completely off Fionn and walks round to his front. "I... think so." Fionn breathes a little heavily as he recovers from his fall. "Going to need a wash though." Looking at the floor he sees the splash his body made in the puddle of cum he landed in and grimaces. "Not to worry. We can deal with that in the morning." Theo kneels and caresses Fionn's face. "Right now, I think we both need sleep."

Disappearing into the back room for a moment he re-emerges with a few large rugs slung over his back. Laying one out next to the prone Fionn the shire gently rolls him onto his side on the thick fur. Taking a cloth he wipes away most of the cum on their belly, Fionn's eyes already drooping tiredly. Placing a cushion under Fionn's head he smiles as their eyes quickly close as the smaller centaur falls asleep. Throwing a few rags on the mess on the floor he lays his own fur out next to the sleeping centaur and lays down next to him, resting a leg over their equine shoulder and quickly joining him in sleep.