Faye (Centaur, Masturbation, Excessive Size/Cum, Growth)

Story by GRAKTON

Hey all, I'm an extreme lurker on FP and have been for a long, long while.

I honestly have no idea how this story came into being. I was writing a short horror story, and then suddenly opened up a new word doc, kept the name of the main character and a couple hours later, this happened. I've barely even written a story before, so it was interesting to say the least. I have particular fetishes, which rarely get written about on here (especially the centaur one) so I guess this is the product of that.

I have no idea if I'll continue it or not, but I thought I might as well post it for anyone who has even remotely similar interests to me. Apologies in advance if it's terrible :22:

Faye

90’s chart hits served as musical undercurrents to the conversations of the dwindling crowd in Bar 33. Faye blew the bangs of her long black hair out of her eyes as she looked around through the dim light of the bar. The humid, alcoholic air was causing her to sweat a lot, her jeans and bra chaffing against her curvy, athletic body. She was almost regretful of the fact she’d worn a bra under her black shirt that day. Almost. She’d worn thin clothing to stay cool during the hot summer evening, and going braless on top of that was bound to attract the attention of any unsavoury characters that were still here. It was approaching 2am, one of the worst hours to still be working in the dark and dingy venue, where the only people still left were either drunk off their faces or looking to get laid.

“If you’re none too busy wondrin about what shoes you’re gonna buy tomorrow, can I gera nother pint, swee ‘art?”

“Oi oi, thas not what ya really want, ‘ey Martin? Wha’ my friend, right, what he meant to say was give us yer number ‘nd we might see fit to givin’ ya a go. Ya know, if we’re still this drunk termorrow!”

On this particular occasion, it seemed to be both. Faye sighed irritably as the two men swayed on their stools and laughed raucously at their own terrible jokes, knocking two glasses of the bar in the process, and started pulling their 8th (or was it 9th?) drink of the evening. Her brother in arms against the assholes, Jake, cursed under his breath and went round the back to fetch a dustpan. The pair had been stumbling around the bar hitting on every woman they saw, and incredibly poorly at that. Having already damaged a chair and numerous other glasses, they were seriously beginning to get on Faye’s nerves. The mantra of “the customer’s always right” was something she tried to operate by, but there was always a limit.

“That’s £7.20, boys.”

“Wait up, darlin’, we’ve been ‘ere a while now, why not giv’us a discount?”

“Sorry, no can do.”

The switch from jollity to sternness was jarringly quick; a frown crossed one of the men’s faces, and standing up, he leaned over the bar looking down at Faye menacingly. She didn’t flinch.

“We’ve been here all night spendin’ god knows how much ‘nd you can’t give’us a single penny off?”

He leaned in even closer, inches away from her face, the stench of liquor on his breath almost overwhelming. Faye stared back, unblinking.

“Exactly right. Now, if you gentlemen can’t pay, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’ve already caused enough trouble for the night, and if you don’t have any money left then there’s no reason for you to be here.”

Slowly, his partner stood up as well.

“Now lookie ‘ere love, we’ve been hard at work all day while you been ‘ere flashing them titties o’ yours tryna get as much money outta men like us as possible. So we’re entitled to some, uh, compensation. Don’t make us haveta get serious.”

Faye was reaching boiling point, and that was not a good thing. She looked around for Jake but he was still rummaging around in the back. Turning back to the men, she shot them both a dark look and spoke incredibly quietly.

“Okay, that’s it. Either pay up or get out. I don’t have the patience to mess about with you guys.”

The two looked at each other, clearly unimpressed by her bravado.

The first man reached out his right hand and grabbed Faye’s left shoulder. That was crossing the line.

“Look, just giv’us what we want-”

Faye instantly grabbed his right hand with hers and twisted his arm, causing him to cry out in pain and surprise. Pulling him towards her, with her left hand she slammed his shoulder against the bar and pushed him away from her on to the sticky, boarded floor below. The other man, staring stunned at his friend, didn’t notice Faye vault over the bar. In a flash, she took hold of his wrist, curled it behind him and shoved it into his back. He screamed, his face contorting in pain as she kicked the inside of his knee, and he fell on top of his friend. The whole scene caused a short silence in the bar, and Jake rushed back in hearing the shouts.

“Now, you gentlemen get your asses out of here before I really get mad.”

Apparently, the two wer

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