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The End of a Journey

For Fionn the sign showing his imminent arrival at Nar'Kesh was a welcome one. He had been on the road for a few weeks now and unlike his bipedal friends couldn't just switch horses when he liked - a fact that was the source of more than a little teasing. Though he usually gets the last laugh, his centaur form conferring more than a few advantages. Standing around 15 hands at the withers and just under 8' in total leads to more than the occasional cursing of low ceilings as he travels, his job taking him all over. His dark grey legs, black with red streaks tail, and a fair part of his underbelly coated with a fine layer of dirt thanks to his most recent travels. An equally dusty travelling cloak over his human half, deliberately oversized to drape over his withers.

While he is now dirty to the point of hardly caring the sight of a river coming into view does excite and entice the centaur out of the droll monotony of travel. With a happy skip he trots toward the water, slipping into a canter and then jumping into the slowly flowing river without a care. Dusty cloak, sword on his hip, pouch of money, it all comes with him as his leap takes him to the deepest part of the waterway, water coming up to just tickle at his belly. Fionn laps the water up against his body, rubbing the worst of the dirt out of his hair, and matting the rest of it deeper in. Not that he particularly cares, the feeling of even partial cleanliness reinvigorating him for the short trek into town.

Clean enough for now Fionn walks out the river and to the road into town, head turning as he looks for the nearest (and likely only) pub. The clopping of his hooves against the stony road brings at least a cursory glance from the few people who are out in the twilight hours as the centaur passes, a couple taking something of a longer look at his unusual form. Very used to this by now Fionn presses on towards what is clearly the village inn, if the sounds of merriment and rather large sign heralding the bar's name - 'The Black Horse' - are anything to go by. With a weary sigh the centaur pushes open the door and crosses over the threshold.

The Black Horse

More than a few eyes looked at Fionn as he entered the pub, ducking down slightly to get through the door. Unlike many other settlements in this region many of those eyes were orcish in nature, with only a few full humans amongst the orcs and half-orcs in the room. Casting his gaze over the patrons the centaur is inspected in turn, most of the closest orcish figures giving the equine a quick once-over in return.

Pressing through the rather crowded room the centaur by necessity ended up pressing his big horse body into a few of the patrons. He gave a mumbled apology each time, brushing off what felt like an orcish hand on his flank as just a patron keeping his occasionally ungainly form away from their precious beer. Once at the bar it takes a minute for the tired centaur to catch the eye of the bartender, a young-looking half-orc.

"New in town? What can I get you?" As per all the usual tropes there is a glass in this barkeep's hand, cleaning the already pristine surface with a cloth. "A pint, and a big plate of whatever's on the menu." Pulling out his coin pouch Fionn hands over the appropriate amount, taking the rather quickly filled mug with a thankful nod, followed by a few rather large gulps.

"Any chance you've got a room for the night?" Given the hour the centaur clearly doesn't hold out all that much hope; a state which is confirmed with a shake of the bartender's head. "'fraid not, friend. Not even space in the stables!" At the rather glum expression on Fionn's face the bartender continues, "You might find some space with the miners, they usually have a bunk or two free in their barracks."

With another nod of thanks Fionn takes his mug and now provided steaming plate and glances round the rather busy room for a place to sit. It takes a few seconds before he spots an empty place at a table (likely empty due to the lack of any visible chair), walking this time with even more care as he somehow manages to avoid tipping any food from his rather well portioned plate.

Having settled down at the table and polished off his food in double-quick time Fionn is down to the last drops of his ale when he sees the barkeep talking to an orc and pointing in his direction. The tall fellow's gaze following and picking out the centaur with obvious ease. Averting his own eyes said equine gets back to his drink, keeping a vague watch as the orc makes their way through the crowded bar, right for the table he's at.

"Eddie told me you need a place to stay? We've got space, if you don't mind sharing a room." With his hands on his hips the orc cuts quite an intimidating figure, Fionn reckoning that they would stand almost as tall as him. From his current position laid down on the floor he feels practically dwarfed by their large form.

"Y- yeah, anything warm and mostly dry would be a damn sight better than what I've had." Starting to get to his hooves Fionn pauses with a hand on the table, one leg bent in preparation. "The name's Fionn, by the way."

The orc holds out a hand to the centaur, which is accepted and used by Fionn to help haul himself up. 'Gods he's strong' goes through his mind as he does, automatically brushing off his top once he's at full height. "Rogash. You aint from around here, are ya?" A barely perceptible smile plays over the orc's features at the centaur's surprise, apparently more visible than Fionn had realised.

"That's right, just passing through. You done for the night, or..." Gesturing vaguely to his empty glass and then looking from the orc's face to the bar. Rogash gives a chuckle, gesturing back towards the bar with a nod. Clearing a path through the throng of patrons, Fionn following close behind his new orcish acquaintance.

The Miners Barracks

It's quite a few drinks later when the centaur leaves the inn, his walk quite a bit more meandering than it was when he entered. It's fortunate for him that Rogash is as muscular as he is, the centaur leaning heavily against the orc on more than one occasion. Not that the tall, green-skinned humanoid is much better; their large hand coming to rest on the centaur's back on more than one occasion as they walk through the dark streets.

"Here we are!" Rogash points towards a door which would look out of place on your average house. The building is anything but average though, a large barn which had been converted to lodging once the mine had opened near town. Which Fionn doesn't know, and frankly doesn't really care right now, just grateful that he's not in danger of getting stuck within a doorframe too narrow for his large form.

"Home sweet home. We aint got any centaur-shaped beds, but I reckon we can gather a few furs together by the fire for ya." Rogash points towards the centre of what is essentially one large room, where a small fire is going in amongst the remnants of a much larger one. A few furs laid out as rugs around, definitely enough to arrange appropriately for Fionn's large body.

"It ain't much but it's better than a camp in the wilderness," said Rogash, waving a hand for Fionn to pass by and then resting that hand on the centaur's rump. A touch which causes a slight shiver to pass through his body, a motion which is not missed by the eagle-eyed orc. His hand takes up a bit of a massaging motion, working those thick fingers of his round the big equine muscles.

The impromptu massage continues as the pair slowly make their way to the fire, the orc's hand working closer and closer to Fionn's tail as they go. Fionn turns and gives a quick glance to the orc, a vague smile on his slightly flushed face. Clearly enjoying the close contact after a few solitary weeks on the road, a feeling that is quickly picked up by the grinning Rogash. Their hand slips a little lower, making its way underneath the dock of the centaur's tail to explore the puffy equine donut beneath.

"A... Ahh..." With only a moment's hesitation Fionn is relaxing into the feeling of thick orcish fingers massaging his taint, that well used ring of dark muscle relaxing with practised ease. Which Rogash takes immediate advantage of, sliding one and then two fingers into the needy centaur. A moan coming from the centaur at that, who comes to a stumbling stop next to the fire. The attention on his ass going straight to his dark sheath, an ebony shaft which had been neglected for far too long beginning to peek out into the open.

Ever the observant one Rogash doesn't miss the sound of flesh-against-flesh that heralds the arrival of the equine cock. Keeping up his exploration of the centaur's rear end with one hand the other reaches down, trailing along the black perineum before fondling the pair of dangling orbs below them. By the time those large digits reach Fionn's engorged sheath his shaft is half-out already, the dark flesh hanging down and twitching.

The orc's grin grows even wider as his hand reaches that growing pole, wrapping his fingers round the equine fuck-stick and sliding along the smooth surface. "Been on the road a while eh, Fionn?" Now that he's got a hand on his shaft the centaur's cock begins to harden, a glint of pre beginning to form on the tip of his black rod.

"Well... Uhhh..." stammered Fionn, the centaur not willing to admit to exactly how long it had been. While distracted Rogash ducks below his body, reluctantly pulling his fingers from the equine's back passage but taking a rather good consolation prize of one semi-hard horse cock in the mouth. Having his rather sensitive cock-head engulfed by the warm wetness of Rogash's mouth draws a moan from Fionn. And unsurprisingly causes his shaft to slide out to its fullest, 2' of thick stud stick stretching from his dark sheath and into the orc's waiting mouth.

Rogash runs his tongue round the unflared head of the equine shaft filling his maw, drawing a moan from the centaur every time he teases that sensitive cum-slit. Keeping that up for a few moments and getting a good taste of Fionn's pre before widening his jaw and pushing forward. With an ease belying a rather large amount of practise he sinks down the shaft, throat stretching as inch after inch of fuck meat pushes into the orc. His hands come up, one to massage at the base of the shaft, the other to give those plump balls a good fondling. Listening out for whenever Fionn's moans get particularly loud and bearing down on that spot.

Given the attention he's getting it's no surprise that in barely a minute Fionn is tensing up. One hoof tapping lightly against the floor, balls curling up towards his body, momentarily frozen in place. Then the floodgates open and those large foal-makers start to pump their load into the waiting orc's throat. Each pulse of thick, creamy equine seed stretching out Rogash's throat a little more before spraying out deep inside of them. The barest of pauses before another, and then another, the orc's hands continuing to run over the centaur's shaft and sack. Massaging every last drop of cum out of the centaur and into the orc.

While he's busy draining the centaur's hefty sack Rogash is also pulling back, tugging occasionally to get that engorged flare back up and out of his throat. Leaning back he stretches his jaw wide, and with a slight 'pop' Fionn's cock is free. Free to spray the last few dregs of its baby batter over the orc's waiting face. A sigh comes from above as the centaur relaxes into his post-orgasmic fuzz, body which had tensed while getting such an expert sucking starting to relax again. Though not getting with it enough to see what the orc is doing as Rogash moves back round to his rear.

Fionn certainly does notice when one orcish hand is back on his tail, lifting it up once more to reveal his perfect equine donut. Turning to give a slightly curious expression he gasps when he feels a damp mouth up against his rear. A mouth which has remained rather firmly closed up till now. Spreading those large ass cheeks Rogash presses his mouth right up against that rather loose pucker, gets his lips in as well as he can, and then blows. A mouthful and a bit of Fionn's cum gets blown right back inside of him, the still warm liquid a little ticklish as it fills his rear entrance. While he had had his own seed used as lube in his ass before it had never been quite like this, and it's a new experience that the centaur is thoroughly enjoying.

But lubing up a hole is just a prelude to other, more exciting activities. Once he's satisfied that his new fuck-toy is nice and ready Rogash pulls away from the centaur's behind. A thin string of cum joining lips and ass for a moment before it breaks, his tongue reaching out to lick those orcish lips clean. His hand reaches back up as he does, this time pressing four thick fingers in at once and sliding them in-and-out of that cummy passage. The gasp from the centaur brings a smirk from the orc, who uses his other hand to give an open-handed slap to Fionn's flank. "Wonder if you feel's good as ya taste?"

Rogash abruptly pulled his fingers out of Fionn, drawing a whine from the centaur. Twisting his head the centaur sees the orc has already discarded their clothing, a rather formidable looking shaft already hard and dripping. Letting out a little whimper at the sight the centaur can feel his legs start to tremble, and he takes the rather sensible decision to fold his forelegs down so that he is in a kneeling position. Arms resting against a chest of drawers, ass up in the air. White-glazed equine hole at perfect orc cock height.

Not one to turn down such a golden opportunity both of Rogash's hands come slapping down on the centaur's flanks. Using his hips alone he slides his hard shaft along the equine's perineum, picking up some of the centaur's cum which had leaked out before lining his cock-head up with that already somewhat loose hole. Digging his hands into the horse's sides he thrusts forward, sheathing himself fully in one quick motion. Heavy orcish balls slapping up against somewhat drained equine ones, both orc and centaur moaning out in unison at the feeling.

Panting Rogash keeps still for a moment, running his hands over the centaur's slightly shivering sides. Leaning forward he reaches one arm forward to grip Fionn's human shoulder, pulling their head back towards his own and whispering into their ear. "Feels good doesn't it, little pony? Having that cum of yours put to good use." Rogash doesn't wait for an answer, letting go of the centaur's shoulder and taking a firm grip of their flanks again. Slowly pulling his shaft back out, until almost the entirety of the thick green pole is out. Then using his leverage to slam back in, picking up a rapid thrusting pace.

Whether it was the centaur's moans, the rather loud sound of orcish thighs and balls slapping against the centaur's own, or some combination thereof, by now a number of the other orcish inhabitants have wandered over to watch. Many of them have already disrobed and are stroking their hard shafts, a couple looking like they want to get in on the action. A quick look from Rogash is all the invitation they need, the two more eager ones approaching the oblivious centaur.

A centaur who becomes significantly less oblivious when a pair or hands grip onto his head, guiding him down rather forcefully towards a waiting orc cock. In his current state Fionn has neither the ability nor desire to do anything other than open his mouth wide and take that shaft in to the hilt, moaning round the thick rod as it pushes slightly down his throat. That orc needs no encouragement, thrusting into the centaur's mouth with as much gusto as Rogash is plundering his equine booty. Left without an obvious hole to fill the third orc (well, half-orc technically) contents himself with licking along the centaur's flaccid shaft, cleaning off any remaining dregs of cum and drawing that pole back up to its full hardness.

Rogash's only response to the addition of his compatriots is to slam his cock in all the harder. Every now and then he pauses, fully hilted, and slaps the centaur's side. Groaning as that causes the equine's back-passage to tense up briefly round his shaft, getting in a couple of thrusts before doing it again. He can feel his release nearing, sack starting to contract much like the centaur's had just a few minutes ago. Groans turning to growls as he picks the pace up even further, loud smacks echoing through the room, before he finally slams home and with a roar of pleasure unleashes his load into Fionn. Waves of orcish cum fill the equine, mixing with his own seed so carefully transplanted there a moment before. His hands digging into the centaur's sides, face a mess of pleasure as he fills this most definitely no longer tight hole with his seed.

As the orc's orgasm begins to fade he relaxes himself across the centaur's slanted back, panting for a few moments before sliding his cock out. A rather sizeable dribble of warm seed following, trickling down Fionn's perineum and down to his dark sack. Quickly rubbed round the entirety of those dangling orbs by the half-orc currently sucking the centaur back up to full mast. Rogash takes a deep breath before giving a quick chuckle at the sight, gesturing to the centaur's now lubed and loose ass. An offer quickly taken by another orc, who steps forward and slides right in.

"Looks like you're in for a long night." Rogash gives a chuckle as he reaches Fionn's face, who is now nose-to-crotch with the orc now pumping their baby batter down his throat. He looks up towards the one who started all this, a grin just about visible round the thick shaft. Wiping his shaft across the centaur's rather flushed cheek Rogash pats them on the back and staggers back to his bed. Falling asleep far before Fionn does, the centaur having being kept up till the wee hours by the seemingly endless cycle of fucking and sucking.

No Regrets

Light was streaming into the mostly deserted barracks when Fionn woke the next day. He groaned as feeling started to return to his body and he felt the steady trickle of fluid from his poor ass, still gaping from the treatment it had received the night before. As the memories of cocks, fists, even what felt a lot like an equine dildo returned to him he smirked. A dribble from his sheath and rather large puddle on the floor a testament to the last night's fun.

"Mornin' sleepyhead," came the greeting from Rogash. The orc was now fully dressed, pick hanging from his belt and an extra-large cooked breakfast in his hands. "Thought you'd need this after last night." He chuckled quietly as the centaur attacks the food with gusto and stands, towering over the still prone centaur. "You staying in town?" asked the orc, who does absolutely nothing to hide his lust-filled expression. "I..." started Fionn who then grinned and shrugged. "You're always welcome here," finished the orc who walked past Fionn towards the door, reaching down to fondle the centaur's balls as he did. Giving the centaur a parting grin before heading out of the barn, leaving Fionn to resume his journey. Once he's able to stand again, that is.