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His gear looked even worse than him, rusted old sword in a tattered scabbard, a wooden shield with barely any paint left to display its insignia. Humans of every sort of size and shape, mostly drunken men but every so often an intoxicated female would be lulling about, her tits half out of her top as she’d sit on the men’s lap. Tory knew better though, he had watch how they worked, picking up those shiny circles for themselves, they were quite good at it. A pang of sullen jealousy would skitter into his mind whenever they managed to collect. Finally, towards the back of the bar and near the rear entrance stood a large centauress. She looked quite formidable, even without her armor on. The half equine wore the uniform of the city guard, a blue and silver tunic banded across her human torso, her ample breasts held tightly bound. Her equine half sported a blanket of sorts, metal plates fashioned here and there kept it in place, covering her brown furred horsie half down to the knee. She looked quiet stoic, watching the patrons of the inn with a seemingly unblinking gaze as she sipped her rather large beer. Tory tried his best to avoid her stare, lugging over and placing another one of those volumous beverages when she called all the while avoiding eye contact. He could hear the swishing of her tail or light stamp of her hoof on the wooden floor, but Tory was more interested in the dwarf and his bag of shinnies.\n\nAs the night grew longer, the patrons dwindled and the dwarf remained more or less half-conscious at his table. Eariler, a clumsy thief had tried to make a passing attempt as his pouch only to have the dwarf react with growl and a thumping of his dagger into the table. None of this deterred Tory however, who, after surveying the situation for a while, brought the dwarf another beer. As he set the draft down, he let a small bag filled with old bits of unshinnies, those black bits of metal he liked to pick up from behind smithy, tumble from his sleeve. Tory was good, very good, the decoy bag never made a sound as he nudged it beside the other, the new draft a misdirection to conceal his deception. His other hand grasp the dwarf’s still half full previous cup, sliding it across the wooden table and the prize along with it. “Thanfhs.” The dwarf drunkenly muttered as Tory left with his new pouch, an even trade in his mind, he knew how dwarves enjoyed the black unshinnies the smith would cast away. The faun let his eyes scan the room, catching the centauress’s gaze looking right at him. He paused for a second before moving quickly to the bar, placing the used cup upon the counter for the bartender to see to before ducking out the back door, past the half equine. He move a few yards from the rear entrance, his hooves clip clopping on the cobble stone as he hefted the purse, smiling as he felt the weight of its contents. 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She ground her flat head against Tory’s cervix, the squishy but firm flesh of her tip massaging the entrance to the faun’s pup filled womb. His little ones squirmed about inside him, restless and kicking. It was all so overwhelming. He gasped as the girl groaned long and low, her cock jolting inside of him as her muscles clenched. The centaurres’s head flared out into a thick mushroom, filling the area out around his cervix and cupping his womb. Without a hint of regret, that thick equine cock spasmed inside Tory, pushing an unnatural volume of pearly white seed up into his core. He could only moan and whimper as he was filled, his pups having a fit inside his womb as it was flooded with sticky hot horse spunk. The sound of fluid splattering across stone was audible as a massive torrent of cum flowed backwards and past their intertwined sexes, splashing and pooling on the ground beneath them. Tory couldn’t help but cum, his body shaking from the earth trembling orgasm as he was used. It lasted only a very brief, intense moment, but even as the centaur pulled her softening cock from his cunt with a slurp, Tory could still feel his cunt clenching rhythmically like a freshly bred mare’s. He was sullen, disgusted with the half horse and a little with himself, ruefully enjoying the sensation of her seed flowing down his thighs. “Mmmm, come back and see me after you’ve whelped those little ones, we’ll see about putting a filly or two in you.” She chuckled gruffly. “And if I ever see you thieving again, it’ll be your ass next time.” Tory slumped to his knees in the puddle of musky smelling horse spunk, cradling his rolling belly. It looked even larger stuffed with horse cum, his pups angrily kicking against the walls of his uterus. The faun strokes his tummy to calm them as centauress clopped away, reaching out to snake his robes toward himself…along with that bag of shinnies.",
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It happened so fast, Tory can only recall the flurry of events with baffling disbelief. The merchant’s wagon took him from the tainted home of his woods across the short grasslands. The open seas of grass changed to rocky canyons which fell away to a small forest…and a great city hewn from the wood and stone surrounding it. The place was huge, bigger than any village Tory had seen, but with a word from the merchant, little luck and a lot of patience from the innkeeper, the faun found himself working as a server in an inn. Months slipped by after the encounter with the great direwolf, Tory finding his body changing as the litter grew inside him. His form started to take on a more feminine line, his chest swelled with milk, nipples growing larger, more sensitive, and darker, while his hips became a little more accentuated by the little bit of padding he put on, and of course, his belly pudged out into a motherly swell, something he found himself stroking more often than not. Luckily all was hidden by the old robes the old woman had given to him.
Every now and again, the patrons of the inn might give the small faun a few catcalls. More of the drunkards seemed not to notice he was a male, though clearly a few could and didn’t care. Tory was a bit skittish by nature, the large city only adding such anxiety. Even with his concealed but growing belly, the faun was able to deftly avoid gropes with quick and careful movements.
The city was a weird and awesome place for the small faun. Building of all sorts of sizes and makes, brick and stone, wood and thatch created a maze of streets and alleys, rows and dead ends. Tory often found himself lost for the first few weeks. It was mostly inhabited by those strange humans, but there were a smattering of others. Lithe and beautiful elves, stout and brooding dwarves, even a few of those large and fearsome half orcs…all the people was a bit much for skittish faun to handle at times. Worse for the faun, he found his perception of the world was not always shared with those around him. In the forest, he took what he needed, what he wanted. The woods sustained him, sheltered him, and provided for him. . .until the wolf. But the city was its own sort of forest, a forest of brick and stone and filled with so many shiny and wonderful things.
Tory used to love finding little crystals in the sands along the river. He’d place them in the gnarled and woven pieces of drift wood, fashioning himself little crowns or trinkets he’d spin into his wavy locks. Eventually they’d be cast aside or lost, back to the forests they came from. In the city however, the faun found taking such shiny things could have ill repercussions…but Tory found it hard to stop himself. He was naturally adept at sneaking up on the citizenry, slipping through the market with ease and pocketing an apple into the sleeve of his robe with the slightest movement. He was rarely ever caught, but if he was, he simply bolted like a scared dear, easily outpacing the would-be pursuer. No one could keep up with him…except that wolf.
The people here had a curious tendency to seek out and horde these shiny circles, keeping them about themselves in little pouches or hiding them away like squirrels with their winter rations. Tory eventually found that those shiny circles could make the citizens of the city very, very happy. They would give him gifts if he showed them those, apples and bread and all the sweet little things the locals called “cakes.” Those made him very happy. One day at the inn, a rather drunk dwarf had carelessly placed his bag full of shiny circles on the table, the faun’s ears picking up the distinct clink of the pouch’s contents. There were a few other patrons this evening, a wryly little goblin lass who was flirting with just about anyone and, more often than not, anyone was something nearly three times her size. An old grizzled fighter sat beside the hearth warming his arthritic hands, his prime years having left him long ago. His gear looked even worse than him, rusted old sword in a tattered scabbard, a wooden shield with barely any paint left to display its insignia. Humans of every sort of size and shape, mostly drunken men but every so often an intoxicated female would be lulling about, her tits half out of her top as she’d sit on the men’s lap. Tory knew better though, he had watch how they worked, picking up those shiny circles for themselves, they were quite good at it. A pang of sullen jealousy would skitter into his mind whenever they managed to collect. Finally, towards the back of the bar and near the rear entrance stood a large centauress. She looked quite formidable, even without her armor on. The half equine wore the uniform of the city guard, a blue and silver tunic banded across her human torso, her ample breasts held tightly bound. Her equine half sported a blanket of sorts, metal plates fashioned here and there kept it in place, covering her brown furred horsie half down to the knee. She looked quiet stoic, watching the patrons of the inn with a seemingly unblinking gaze as she sipped her rather large beer. Tory tried his best to avoid her stare, lugging over and placing another one of those volumous beverages when she called all the while avoiding eye contact. He could hear the swishing of her tail or light stamp of her hoof on the wooden floor, but Tory was more interested in the dwarf and his bag of shinnies.
As the night grew longer, the patrons dwindled and the dwarf remained more or less half-conscious at his table. Eariler, a clumsy thief had tried to make a passing attempt as his pouch only to have the dwarf react with growl and a thumping of his dagger into the table. None of this deterred Tory however, who, after surveying the situation for a while, brought the dwarf another beer. As he set the draft down, he let a small bag filled with old bits of unshinnies, those black bits of metal he liked to pick up from behind smithy, tumble from his sleeve. Tory was good, very good, the decoy bag never made a sound as he nudged it beside the other, the new draft a misdirection to conceal his deception. His other hand grasp the dwarf’s still half full previous cup, sliding it across the wooden table and the prize along with it. “Thanfhs.” The dwarf drunkenly muttered as Tory left with his new pouch, an even trade in his mind, he knew how dwarves enjoyed the black unshinnies the smith would cast away. The faun let his eyes scan the room, catching the centauress’s gaze looking right at him. He paused for a second before moving quickly to the bar, placing the used cup upon the counter for the bartender to see to before ducking out the back door, past the half equine. He move a few yards from the rear entrance, his hooves clip clopping on the cobble stone as he hefted the purse, smiling as he felt the weight of its contents. However, the smile began slid off his face as he heard the door swing open and closed behind him followed by a heavier clip clop of hooves on stone. Tory started to walk and then run. The sound of his dainty hooves was drowned out by the thunder racing behind him. He nearly reached the corner that would lead him down a narrow alley to some hiding places, little hovels the faun had scoped out in his time in the city, but was knocked down by the equine chest of the centauress as she barreled into him. “Little theif.” She spat, her speech a more than a little slurred. Tory tried to pick himself up, his hooves scrambling for purchase against the stone. His robe slide, his more womanly figure revealed as he struggled to flee again.
“Oh? You’re not all that you seem faun.” The centauress mocked as she moved over him. “But then again, neither am I.” Tory flinched as he felt something fleshly brush against the back of his shoulder. He turned to see the centaur girl’s underside, illuminated by the light of the street torches reflecting off the water from the gutter. It gave the city guard an eerie appearance, her darkly skinned equine breasts tucked near her groin…and a large fleshly sheath nestled between. Tory gasped as the centaur’s cock slipped from that thick sheath, a mottled thing of black and brown and pink. He pushed away before it could touch him, panicking and remembering the experience with the wolf. “Oh no you don’t” The centauress slurred, spinning on the cobble stones deftly and using her flank to bump the poor faun, sending him towards the walls of the inn. Tory braced himself against the brick with his hands, protecting his belly. “Time to teach you a lesshon.” She hiccupped, hefting her equine body so that her fore hooves struck the brick wall and balanced herself over the whimpering faun. Her now erect horsie shaft slide against Tory’s backside, the faun stifling a cry as the girl thrust her massive flanks a few times, rubbing it against him. He could feel warm pre smear across his smooth skinned back. Even worse, his pregnant body, wallowing in a cascade of hormones, was completely and utterly turned on by the girl— her scent, her cock, the dominance…everything working against the faun’s better judgement. Before he could react though, the centauress grunted, “Mmm, enjoying that eah? Let see just how much you can take.” The half horse pull her cock back, lining it up against Tory’s heavily swollen cunt. “N-no.” He mewled pathetically as the flat head of her shaft kiss his puffy lips. The girl ground her cock against his opening and, as soon as she found herself sinking into his folds, thrust forward with a good deal of force. Tory inhaled sharply, his body clenching as he was violated. “A-ah!” He said breathlessly as the girl simply moaned “Yessss!” She rolled her flanks roughly, pistoning the thick horse spire in and out of the faun’s folds. He felt violated, humiliated, scared…and utterly turned on. The faun’s tongue lulled from his mouth, his body loving the breeding, the feeling of the equine’s shaft. It felt completely different from the wolf in its shape. The shear length of her member, the texture of those little ridges that scallops around her head, that ring of flesh that ran a third of the way up from her sheath and kissed his lips, Tory found himself moaning lustfully at the centauress’s humping as it elicited lewd wet notes from his needy sex. “Mmm, So good. That’s right you thieving nymph, you like a little horse and pony show in the alley.” She groaned vulgarly.
The centauress’s thrusts became more forceful and shallow as she neared her peak, not taking long to do so. She ground her flat head against Tory’s cervix, the squishy but firm flesh of her tip massaging the entrance to the faun’s pup filled womb. His little ones squirmed about inside him, restless and kicking. It was all so overwhelming. He gasped as the girl groaned long and low, her cock jolting inside of him as her muscles clenched. The centaurres’s head flared out into a thick mushroom, filling the area out around his cervix and cupping his womb. Without a hint of regret, that thick equine cock spasmed inside Tory, pushing an unnatural volume of pearly white seed up into his core. He could only moan and whimper as he was filled, his pups having a fit inside his womb as it was flooded with sticky hot horse spunk. The sound of fluid splattering across stone was audible as a massive torrent of cum flowed backwards and past their intertwined sexes, splashing and pooling on the ground beneath them. Tory couldn’t help but cum, his body shaking from the earth trembling orgasm as he was used. It lasted only a very brief, intense moment, but even as the centaur pulled her softening cock from his cunt with a slurp, Tory could still feel his cunt clenching rhythmically like a freshly bred mare’s. He was sullen, disgusted with the half horse and a little with himself, ruefully enjoying the sensation of her seed flowing down his thighs. “Mmmm, come back and see me after you’ve whelped those little ones, we’ll see about putting a filly or two in you.” She chuckled gruffly. “And if I ever see you thieving again, it’ll be your ass next time.” Tory slumped to his knees in the puddle of musky smelling horse spunk, cradling his rolling belly. It looked even larger stuffed with horse cum, his pups angrily kicking against the walls of his uterus. The faun strokes his tummy to calm them as centauress clopped away, reaching out to snake his robes toward himself…along with that bag of shinnies.",
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