Human and Horse, Joined of Course! (futa/male, centaur lovin)

Story by Ezcheesesorceror

Hey there! I wrote a story in a thread on 4chan's /d/ board and decided to give back to the website that has given me so much fap fuel before!

It's been a week since I became the leader of a tribe of centaurs. It was obvious to me, a rather headstrong trader, that the nomadic group would be more successful if they hauled goods from town to town. Traveling was something they did anyways. This fantasy world I've come to live in knows nothing of economics and aside from being a bit ballsy, numbers are my only skill. It would be cheaper than most people for them given their horses can double as their guards.

I was intimidated by them at first but it didn't take long to see they were...a bit prudish. The covered much of their human halves and the back halves of the equine torsos had a sort of "skirt" draped over it. I had a rather nice amount of gold from some profitable transactions but I knew walking around with a jingling sack was a surefire way to get robbed. Running with a band of physically imposing but technologically backward centaurs would take care of that.

They didn't trust me, of course, but they were always on the fringe of starving to death, especially during the winter. Their breeding rate was the only thing replacing those that died in the harsher seasons. The way the tribal elder's eyes widened at the profits from the first caravan's sales was wonderful. The way the elder's daughter came to my hut, something long, thick and nearly dragging the ground swaying between her bared back hooves? A little alarming.

The Ing family was the ruling herd of their group, their size much greater and seeming to be descended from draft horses from back home. Powerful and a bit more dominant than most of the other mares of the group, it was rather easy to see why they ruled them. Throbe Ing, the Elder's oldest daughter was a muscular example of her herd, her skin taut and the color of caramel on her amazonian upper half. Her lower half seemed to be a Shire stallion, her coat a shiny coal-black and the bottom of her legs a brilliant white with long, feathery unshorn fetlock fur. Overall a beautiful horse attached to a massive, intimidating and beautiful woman.

From what I could see bobbing between her lewdly exposed hind legs, she was large, intimidating and beautiful in a way you would find in many bestial porn websites, as well. I gulped as she crossed her arms, pushing up the modest breasts covered with a fur pelt "shirt" as my eyes darted from her blushing gaze to what had to be at least 25+ inches of pulsing, twitching horse cock, black at the base and mottling with pink blotches as it traveled down the virile flesh.

"I have come as a...gift from elder Pulse to the one who has seen to our prosperity. We are grateful, especially I. You have shown us bounty like only the few who have betrayed `us to become mercenaries have known while asking little of us." She stated as a specific part of me betrayed my people, saluting to a foreign government with great eagerness.

"Thrust, we have much to thank you for. I would be with you." Throbe Ing said, blushing and looking to the side shyly despite her imposing stature over me.

Now, I had come up with a new name after awakening in a cow pasture of a completely different and fantastical world. Thrust upon this new world and rather lewd, myself, I had decided upon the name Thrust. How foolish I was, to pick such a name. How typical it was that it would come back to bite me with such irony.

"N-now hold on. I was happy to help. With the profits, we can arm and armor your people better to ward off bandits and those that wish you ill. I couldn't t-take advantage of you, as beautiful as you are." I stammered, my tent pitched and my asshole quivering in fear at what I beheld.

She was not pleased by my reaction. Centaurs were stubborn and prideful prudes...despite being a race of hermaphrodites with horse cocks.

"It would be an insult to refuse that which is given freely, Thrust. You have honored us. Let me honor you in reward. Unfortunately, seeing as you are probably as endowed as the other two-leggers, I think I will need to be the one giving pleasure." She said, narrowing her eyes and stepping closer.

I audibly gulped and wondered if I could gather my things and escape before she ran me down. It was a fantasy, given their speed and strength. She was starting to step closer and the warm, familiar scent of horse was starting to fill the air. They were pretty clean creatures, having their criminals tasked with cleaning the hindquarters of their population, something they cannot do themselves due to anatomy.

Her monstrous prod twitched, growing taller...taller and longer. Oh god, I hope they'll let me ride them afterwards, as I didn't see myself walking any time soon.

Drip after lewd, thick drip of the hot syrup she produced slid from the faucet her enormous equine penis had turned into. A sm

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