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As a self-proclaimed drifter, Darrel had been around a while, and had seen lots of different folk of all sorts of shapes and sizes. He wasn't quite arrogant enough to claim he'd seen a little bit of everything, but he thought he was pretty close – that is, until his eyes picked out the centauress through the dense underbrush. Though his view was partially obscured by the trees and bushes separating the two of them, he could see the creature looked much like the other centaurs in the nearby village he'd been staying in for the past few days; short, brown fur covering their body from head to hoof, with an almost too-large equine body meeting an anthropo-something upper body. Darrel wasn't an expert on the terminology, but that part of it was humanoid, and decidedly furry. Regardless, this particular centauress he was looking at had a distinct difference from the rest he'd seen. Well, two, really.

They wobbled on her chest, each of them looking to be larger than the centauress' not-insignificant head. Each furred breast was capped with a large nipple, and the pair of them overtook the majority of her upper chest. Darrel had no idea how her back supported the weight, but he were discovering he didn't know a lot of things about centaurs.

He watched the centauress wash herself in the waterfall-fed basin for a few moments, eyes roaming over her body, before he found another distinct difference about her. Two massive orbs hung between her hind-legs, reaching down to touch the shallow water she stood in. They looked huge even on her large equine body, and Darrel could just see a matching sheath nestled against them. A large equine pussy was tucked away between her expansive haunches, looking a bit more to scale with her four-legged body, but that still made it quite large from where Darrel stood. Folks were certainly built different out here; maybe it was a centaur thing, but he hadn't seen anyone in the village that looked even close to this endowed.

Speaking of centaur things, Darrel hadn't been around them long enough to guess how they'd react to being spied on while they bathed, so he quietly turned from the creature to make his escape. He hadn't taken two steps before discovering the 8th wonder of the world – the loudest twig ever to exist. It proudly announced its existence under his foot, and he cursed his rotten luck under his breath, freezing in place. He held there for a long, tense moment, and just when he thought he might be home free, he heard the distinct sound of large hooves splashing through water.

Darrel briefly considered running, but outrunning a person with the body of a horse wasn't really in his skill set. He half-turned and waved towards the rapidly-approaching centauress, shouting back a short apology as he started walking again, hoping she wouldn't drag him back to the village to be stoned or something. The rapidly-approaching sound of something large crashing through water, then hooves pounding against dirt, didn't fill him with much confidence.

He took a deep breath and put on his best earnest-but-ignorant-traveler face, which wasn't too hard given the situation, and turned to face the music. The centauress crashed through the last of the undergrowth separating the two of them before trotting to a halt, and it took Darrel some serious effort not to stare at her bouncing breasts as she approached. He even got close to succeeding. She scowled at him from her towering height, but made no move to cover herself. That was a good sign, he hoped. His attention was drawn away from the centauress' chest by her voice.

“How did you come to this place? Did you follow me?" Her clipped questions in an even more clipped accent drew Darrel up short. He'd expected to be accused of being a lecher, but she seemed more concerned with where the two of them were, rather than what Darrel had been doing. He quickly explained he'd merely been following the river upstream, seeking a nice place to bathe, which was all true – honesty seemed like the best policy when faced with an angry creature three times his size. He did think it was prudent to leave out the part about eyeing her up through the trees for a few moments, though.

Her eyes narrowed, inspecting Darrel's face, then running up and down his body, and he could've sworn he heard gears turning in her head. With a huff that sounded suspiciously like a horse, she tilted her head back towards the water. “Well, you're here now, so I'll allow you to bathe – on one condition." Oh, how generous, Darrel thought dryly. “You must help me wash myself." Oh, how… Unexpected. But far from unwelcome. The wanderer only hesitated for a moment before accepting, and the centauress turned to lead him back towards the water.

Bathing with a surprisingly open centauress hadn't been Darrel's plan for the day, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, he looked at her rear, watching her wide equine haunches shift against each other on either side of a surprisingly puffy slit. The teardrop-shaped vagina was taking on some interesting shapes as her hips moved with each step, and her pendulous balls swayed beneath her, their large forms being knocked about repeatedly by her equine knees, while her tail swished back and forth behind her. Darrel was pretty sure the long hair was swaying side to side quite a bit more than it needed to, but he wasn't going to complain about the view.

After arriving at the small pool formed by the basin, the centauress quickly set about to washing herself again, mostly ignoring Darrel while he followed suit, stripping down to his britches. He tried to strike up conversation a few times while he washed himself, but all he really managed to get out of her was her name, Elera. The wanderer introduced himself in turn, giving her the name he usually chose to go by – “Darrel" seemed to be a common enough name pretty much everywhere, which was sometimes quite handy in not drawing too much attention.

The silence between them dragged out, and Darrel's mind – and his eyes – began to wander. Elera didn't seem to mind being nude around him, but he was still wary of her apparent temper, and tried not to stare quite as openly as he had under the cover of underbrush. Though the corner of his eyes, he saw the centauress scrubbing away at her fur, her impressive figure wobbling with the motions. He had to lower himself beneath the gently flowing water a bit when Elera began to lather her breasts in soap from a small tin, hiding his now slightly-strained undergarments. Her large hands worked over the massive orbs on her chest, fingers running through the short fur, dimpling the surprisingly firm-looking flesh. Her hands moved beneath the oversized breasts to clean the underside – with so much of her to clean, Darrel found it a bit amusing how she had to move from section to section of her chest, unable to clean the entirety of her incredible bust at once – and her ministrations set the huge orbs wobbling, practically bouncing against her chin while she lathered and rinsed her fur.

Just as Darrel was finishing his own washing, the centauress called him over and instructed him to start washing her large equine torso, handing him a small container of sweet-smelling soap. His eyebrows rose at that – he'd expected the usual mixture of animal fats and ash, like his own, but this Elera must be decently well-off if she could afford to have such fancy soap with her.

The wanderer eagerly got to work, lathering the short, brown fur covering her lower torso, switching sides every now and then as he moved his way from her forelegs towards her haunches. He could see why she'd wanted some help – there was a lot of her to cover, and the sun had visibly shifted in the sky by the time Darrel reached her rear. Laying his hands all over the centauress had been quite enjoyable, and his still-straining britches were an obvious indication of his admittedly not-entirely-pure thoughts. Elera seemed to be having some interesting thoughts of her own, as Darrel caught glimpses of a large, flared tip peeking from her wide sheath.

The centauress hadn't commented on either of their signs of arousal, however, so Darrel saw no reason to change his methods, and he began to scrub his soapy fingers through the fur on her haunches. He worked his hands over the wide expanse of flesh, and one of her rear hooves stomped in the water, making a splash that sent him flinching backwards. Darrel had seen someone get kicked by a horse once before, a disturbing experience even just to witness, and had no desire to try it out for himself. As Darrel was growing used to, Elera held her silence, merely glancing back at him and shifting her weight on her hooves almost expectantly.

He tentatively began to scrub at her again, and her head turned back forward with another huff. Her legs continued to shift her weight, though, leaning into his touch, setting her massive balls swaying with each movement. Water rippled out from beneath her, and with a quick glance, Darrel saw that a monstrous shaft had dropped from her crotch to dip into the water. His assessment of Elera was quickly changing – she wasn't as all-business as she acted. The way she pressed her haunches into his fingers made her out as almost starved for physical contact, and her shifting hips suddenly seemed more nervous than angry. He could work with that.

Darrel's hands continued their cleaning through her fur, but he let his fingers wander a bit, grazing her puffy teardrop-shaped entrance and over-filled balls occasionally, earning a small jump or twitch from the centauress each and every time. He even got a wink out of her pussy a few times, the pearly clit exposing itself briefly before hiding away again beneath dark skin. Darrel stroked soap through her long tail, and “accidentally" pulled on the base with a sudsy hand. Elera froze for a moment, body tensing, before her legs wobbled and she stumbled briefly. Still, no comment came from her, and she studiously faced forwards and away from the wanderer. He did notice her ears were flicking like mad, though, betraying her attempt at an aloof demeanor.

It was becoming very hard to concentrate with the view of her wide rear, swaying balls, and newly active pussy before him, and Darrel's underwear felt impossibly tight. With a snap decision, probably made by the smaller of his two heads, he slid his hands down her haunches to begin rubbing soap into the massive, leathery orbs that hung low between her rear legs. That got a soft gasp out of Elera, and she whipped her head around to look at him, finally breaking the illusion of disinterest. He could see both the surprise and desire in her eyes, and he winked an eye at her as he continued to caress her soap-slicked balls.

She held her gaze on Darrel, eyes seeming hazy, as he stroked, hefted, and fondled her massive cum tanks. He could occasionally see past her orbs to her now fully-erect shaft, and he blinked in surprise, momentarily forgetting her balls at the sight. As large as the twin orbs were, together almost as large as his entire chest, her equine cock was something else entirely. It reached all the way to her forelegs, extending longer than Darrel's leg, and it looked as thick as his thigh down the entire length. A thick medial ring encircled her shaft, matched by a flared tip that throbbed with apparent need, and he could already see a steady flow of clear liquid leaking down to drip into the clear water they stood in. He doubted that liquid was from the river.

Mentally shaking himself, Darrel started up his ministrations on her oversized sack again, trying not to get too distracted by how uncomfortably tight his britches felt, digging into his waist as they were. He could feel his own eyes glazing over slightly, lust filling him, making his head swim and his fingers feel clumsy against the soft, slightly-wrinkled skin of the massive balls beneath his fingers. The centauress' equine hips danced and shook atop her wobbling legs, jostling the gigantic balls in Darrel's soapy grasp, her hooves occasionally splashing him with water as they worked to keep her upright. The equine pussy hovering just in front of the wanderer's face was winking like mad at this point, leaking its own steady stream of fluids, pink flesh peeking out regularly between puffy, dark lips as it clutched at nothing. Darrel wasn't sure how long he spent caressing those wonderfully massive orbs and eyeing that sultry snatch, but he was broken out of his semi-stupor by Elera's voice, now breathy and deep.

“You… Go stand on that rock, there," she said, pointing to a flat boulder jutting free from the glassy water. The wanderer wasted no time in complying, awkwardly sloshing over to it and clambering up, before turning to see her following close behind. His rocky perch left him at eye level with the centauress, but his gaze was immediately drawn down to her breasts, the masses of flesh still looking far too large for her upper frame as they bounced with each hasty step she took through the shallow waters. The enticing sight was stolen from him when she turned around, but his disappointment was quickly forgotten as her large equine haunches pressed against his straining crotch. “Don't… Don't keep me waiting," Elera breathed, looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes narrowed with need. If she hadn't had fur to cover her face, he would've sworn she was blushing.

Without a second thought, Darrel ripped off his simple britches, and was met with… Well, not what he remembered being there last time he checked. It sure looked like his cock, but it was far, far too large, with a bulging sack to match beneath it. It had to be at least the size of his forearm, and in spite of how it felt, it appeared to be still hardening, the rounded tip smeared with clear fluids from being trapped in his poor underwear. The wanderer felt a surge of panic – what was this? Had he been stung by some unknown insect or plant, and was on his way to a painful death? He looked up at the centauress, and before he could make his suddenly dry mouth plead for help, he saw her staring at his engorged shaft, eyes wide, and… a smile forming on her muzzle. Not the reaction he'd expected.

After a brief, but frantic, question-and-answer session, Darrel had managed to calm himself down. According to Elera, this waterfall had some mystical link to the centaur people's fertility god, and would sometimes grant blessings to those who swam in its waters. It was rare to receive this blessing, apparently – Elera was the only one in her village to have done so – and two people receiving the blessing in a single generation was all but unheard of. Darrel guessed he was just the lucky bastard who got picked to grow a giant cock today.

Or maybe the unlucky bastard. He was a wanderer, and from time to time, he enjoyed the touch of another when he stopped at a village or roadside inn; having a shaft the size of his arm seemed like it would make future dalliances range from a mite inconvenient to wholly impossible. Darrel tentatively asked if the change was permanent, and was relieved to see Elera shake her head. The centauress claimed the effects would fade if he didn't bathe in these waters regularly, and he felt a tension leave him. Not being disfigured for life was something he'd gotten quite used to.

Elera had turned to face him while answering his questions, and seemed to be having as much trouble keeping her eyes off his oversized shaft as he was. With Darrel's fears now sufficiently quelled, however, she made an about-face and pressed her hindquarters against his hips again. With his member free from the confines of his undergarments, Darrel's shaft easily found its way between her wide haunches, sliding against her slick, engorged teardrop of an entrance, and the movement drove his newly-enlarged appendage startlingly close to his chin. The sensation of warm horseflesh against his cock sent a shiver down the wanderer's spine, and the lust that had filled him returned with a vengeance. Given how large Elera was, Darrel thought he probably didn't need to worry about the size of his dong, at least for today.

His hands reached out eagerly, embracing the centauress' equine hips, and he pressed his body against hers. Darrel's long shaft slid up and down in the crevasse of her expansive rear, and his engorged balls slid against her own massive pair, making all six of their collective knees weak. Elera must have grown impatient while he had peppered her with questions, given how she was eyeing Darrel over her shoulder with a lusty smile on her lips and grinding her rear against him, and he wasn't about to delay the event any further. Darrel was having trouble containing himself already – the mass of flesh that had grown from his hips felt far more sensitive than before, and the mere feeling of dragging his hips against the centauress' was sending incredible pulses of pleasure through his body.

Pulling his hips away from Elera, Darrel had to use one hand to guide his oversized shaft towards her leaking, winking slit, and he heard a soft gasp from the centauress when the tip of his member prodded at her prominent pussy. Darrel's hands almost couldn't reach her haunches from this distance, and he grunted with effort as he stepped forward, steadily driving his cock deep into her. As massive as his cock felt to him, the large centauress seemed to be taking his length easily; her slick tunnel squeezed hard around his length, puffy lips forming a tight seal against his sensitive skin, but he felt little resistance to his pressing hips otherwise. Elera's rear shifted and quivered as her legs danced, and Darrel could hear moans in the air around him. He wasn't sure which of them the sounds were coming from, but he couldn't bring himself to care much at the moment, with the feeling of his massive shaft being swallowed up by the centauress' warm, clutching tunnel demanding his full attention.

Warm, wet fur pressing against his lower body shook Darrel from his reverie, and he realized he'd buried himself completely inside Elera. Her equine body quivered slightly, legs still dancing, setting the fur of her haunches twitching almost eagerly. The powerful muscles deep inside her squeezed and pressed against his shaft in a discordant pattern as her hips shifted, alternating between clutching at his cock and loosening to an intoxicating slickness. The wanderer slowly began to gyrate his body, thrusting to instinctively match the rhythm of her squeezing tunnel, and he grabbed at the expanse of horse haunch before him while he quickly found a rhythm of driving himself in and out of the centauress. The majority of Darrel's shaft continued to be fully encased by her in spite of the now long, driving motions of his hips, and Elera's already wobbly legs nearly collapsed beneath her as he rested more of his weight atop her with each thrust.

Darrel's mind was a bubbling cauldron of pleasure. His massive shaft slid almost effortlessly through the hottest, wettest snatch he'd ever had the privilege of penetrating, the maddening sensations rushing from his engorged cock feeling a hundred-fold more wonderful than anything he'd experienced in his life. Thrusting with a fervor he'd never felt before, the wanderer drove his hips against Elera again and again, reveling in the feeling of exploring every inch of her expansive depths, coaxing out more moans and cries from both human and centaur with each needy push of his body. He could feel her clutching cleft growing more slick as he worked, and the sensitive skin of his shaft even made out the sensation of her winking pussy lips pressing tight around him every time her tunnel squeezed at him, almost like it was trying to pull him deeper – a request that Darrel fulfilled with gusto.

Soon Elera's twitching haunches found a rhythm of their own, pulling and pushing against Darrel's to match his own movements, and more moans and groans were yanked from both of their throats. The wanderer's precum-slicked shaft slid incredibly easily into Elera's depths, sucked in by her welcoming folds, only to be countered when her squeezing, clutching muscles tried to prevent its escape at each pull of his hips. His balls felt as if they were filled with lead, their dense forms groaning with packed seed and smacking against the centauress' furry hindquarters with every thrust, occasionally impacting her larger set on particularly hard thrusts from the two lovers. Darrel felt the edges of his vision going dim, the world around him fading, his awareness narrowing to contain only the intense pleasure radiating from his throbbing shaft, as both he and the centauress grunted and thrust against each other with near-animalistic zeal.

Through his haze of lust, the wanderer was only vaguely aware of Elera's hands clutching at her massive breasts while he rammed his shaft into her again and again, her upper torso having turned towards him with a look of ecstasy on her face. The centauress' constantly-clenching rear signaled her enjoyment of his movements, and the feeling from his oversized and overstimulated member made it feel like his brain was melting. Darrel slammed himself against her like a man possessed, marveling at the tightness, the intense heat, of her rear as it squeezed around him like a dozen wringing hands. His eyes drank in the sight of her equine body, watching ripples pass through her furred flesh with each powerful collision of their hips, while her oversized breasts wobbled and shook beneath her squeezing hands. Elera was clutching at them intently now, pulling at her large nipples, and the sight of the malleable flesh being kneaded with a vengeance almost sent Darrel over the edge.

Clenching his teeth, he barely managed to hold back the tide of orgasm, his lust-addled brain wanting to extend the moment out to forever. Minutes must have passed, but everything was a blur of pleasure, thrusting hips, grasping hands, and increasingly tired muscles. The wanderer's crotch was practically drenched in clear, sticky fluids, though he couldn't have said whether he or the centauress was the primary source of the small flood. Thick strands of viscous liquids dripped steadily from both of their oversized ball-sacks where they swung beneath them, each thrust of their hips producing and discarding equal amounts of fluids, the slick emissions only making it easier for the pair to slam their hips together.

Elera, for her part, had the stamina of a horse – the comparison might have made Darrel laugh, if he hadn't been gasping for breath at the moment – and it felt like her hips were crashing against his more forcefully than before. Her squeezing tunnel was sending shocks of pleasure up his spine, and his efforts to hold back his orgasm had been worn down to nothing. With another gasp, Darrel let out a strangled warning, unable to do more than say her name, and Elera responded only by slamming herself against him harder. Her slick tunnel clutched and pressed around his shaft all at once, and he cried out as he finally came, hips pressed flush with the furry haunches before him, hands scrabbling desperately along her smooth haunches for something to grip.

The human's shout was drowned out by the almost whinny-like cry from Elera; her hips had suddenly halted their thrusts against Darrel, but her rear quivered and shook around him, milking his engorged shaft with muscles he hadn't know existed. Her massive equine balls lurched upwards, pressing hard against Darrel's own oversized pair, practically grinding the quartet of orbs together, as three sets of orgasms exploded into existence simultaneously. The wanderer's hazy mind registered the surreal feeling of thick cum racing up the extended length of his shaft to flood Elera's warm insides, quickly saturating his compressed member with even warmer fluids. Strong muscles gripped and pulled at his cock, as if trying to drive it deeper, mustering every drop of cum they could out from his clenching sack.

The centauress' dual orgasm shook her in time with Darrel's own, and he could see the results from where he stood, trembling in the throes of his still-raging orgasm. In addition to the impressive mixture of clear and off-white fluids beginning to leak from her intensely-gripping pussy in fits and spurts, massive ropes of pearly cum, some as thick as the wanderer's wrist, shot from the equine cock out of sight below him. The dense streaks landed heavily against the water, splashing down up to a dozen feet in front of Elera's long body, and she cried out in pleasure while pulse after pulse of fluid fired from her shaft like a cannon. The duo's conjoined orgasms raged on for several long moments, as if each body was trying to completely empty itself of cum, only to fail as each of their intense pleasures fed off the other. With a shudder, Darrel's clenching balls began to stop feeling like they were being constricted, and his orgasm began to peter out, slowly dying out to a gentle leak of cum from the tip still buried deep in the centauress. Elera continued to shudder for a few more moments, her own massive blasts of cum gradually losing strength, before hers too came to a close, leaving both man and centaur panting and trembling against each other.

From where Darrel lay almost entirely draped over the centauress' haunches, he could see the pale discoloration in the water as it gently flowed away downstream. He hoped nobody was going to be using this stream's water for a bit. His air-starved brain conjured up the image of someone attempting to bathe in the river and ending up dirtier than they started, and he let out a chuckle between gulps of air.

Elera's eyes flicked back to meet his, and she smiled around her own panting breath. The two of them basked there for several long moments, catching their breath and enjoying the afterglow, before Darrel propped himself up. His slowly-softening shaft was tingling inside the centauress, overly sensitive after the intense orgasm, enough to make his tongue feel more like a leaden weight. Normally it was too quick for his own good, but the centauress spoke before Darrel could come up with something witty to say.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," she breathed, chest still heaving slightly with her panting. The movement was doing wonderful things to her bosom, even if the wanderer could only see half of it from where he lay atop her rear. He grinned, confirming her suspicions wholeheartedly, then paused as she turned away suddenly. The muscles under him suddenly felt a bit tense, and she didn't turn to face Darrel as she continued speaking in a softer tone.

“I know you're a traveler, but would you… consider staying?" Her question drew Darrel up short. His silence was apparently the wrong answer, and Elera shifted nervously beneath him. “You don't have to, of course, but I've never met someone else who was affected like I am by these waters, and…" Her voice trailed off as the wanderer's hands gripped her wide haunches again, squeezing against the firm flesh in answer. Being stuck in one place would certainly be a change, but Darrel thought he could get used to the idea, and he tells her as much. Pressing hips a bit more firmly against hers, shaft still buried deep inside her, his tongue finally lightens itself enough to quip that he certainly wouldn't mind being stuck right where he was for the rest of your days.

That seemed to absolutely be the right thing to say. The centauress turned to beam at Darrel over her shoulder, and he had a feeling he were definitely going to enjoy his time here, however long it may be.