The mouse girl bit her lip. "I've been horny for guys before but you're something else Fey, something that reaches down deep inside to that primal animal thing, the thing that makes me want to be bred into the fucking ground, scratching that deep deep needy femine itch. No guy can do that."
"I'm not like that, you're projecting your fantasies on to me…"
"I went back and bought an even bigger dildo, with nobs on the length and a vibration feature. I read what you did to those minotaur girls Fey, I know it's real, I know you fucked them in a new way, destroyed them, took them to unimaginable heights, filled them with a fucking lake of satisfaction. G-gods you've no idea how fucking hot it was to read- I had to go buy several copies of that letter because the ink kept running as I came all over it again and again and again, hnnnnnnn!"
The mouse girl trembled, her tail curling up between her thighs, her legs shaking as a micro orgasm racked her body, her toes curling in the grass as she dripped.
"I- I… Can't promise you that Octavia, I can't, I don't know if I can perform like you want."
Octavia swallowed, wiping a little drool from her lip. She looked up at the enormous centaur.
"I don't care, I want to try, I want to know how it feels to be so stretched, so dominated with size, I don't care if you ruin me for other guys, I need to know how it feels after reading- I n-need- I-"
Hyperventilating, she frantically grabbed up the harness and threw it on, quickly buckling it up tight over her naked body, straps going around her thighs, her flesh muffin-topping softly around the leather. She moved up and slapped it across her chest and around her arms. She didn't even bother checking it over, throwing herself up against Fey's barrel, snapping and buckling herself into place until she was dangling under Fey's horse ribcage, her limbs hanging down.
"Took you long enough. Right, now that is settled would you please guide us toward this dungeon," said Ellaria brushing off her knees and standing away from the tree she had been patiently leaning against while she browsed her romance novel.
"Wait, aren't we forgetting something?" said Flora. "The condom?"
Fey stared at the gnome blankly.
"......What's a condom?"
"Really Fey? You know there's even non-rubber ones, condoms have been a thing forever."
"I don't know what that is… We didn't have anything called that in my old clan."
Flora shook her head in disbelief. "Centaurs can be so rural sometimes." She flicked her fingers and a blue rubber disk appeared in her hand. The disk was large but still dwarfed by Fey's size.
"This is a condom Fey. It goes over your dick and catches the cum. It's good for casual sex between same species when there's a danger of pregnancy."
"...oh. That's… wait why didn't we use that before?!"
"Because interspecies sex doesn't cause pregnancies, duh."
Fey squinted at the clearly extremely pregnant gnome.
"Also they are expensive as fuck so you better be grateful you're getting to use this mousey."
Fey nodded. That was a much more Flora like reason.
Ellaria waved her hand brushing their words aside. "Yes yes, deal with that as you wish. Octavia tell us how to get to the dungeon."
"Erm, yes, it's uh, this way, just keep going as we are for now."
The band stepped forward once more, this time with their very excited guide tied up limp below the centaur.
Octavia looked down at the ground passing beneath her. It felt very close by when placed in such a position and she wondered for a moment if she could handle it. But then something soft and heavy brushed against her bare foot and she gasped in surprise, the sheer heat of it!
She straightened her legs back and began exploring. Her toes touched up against Fey's semi soft length, the flesh dimpling below where she pressed her big toes up against it, then wrinkling as she dragged her feet back along its length. This was… a lot of dick, an insane amount of dick, there was more dick here than all the guys she had ever crushed on combined, far more, and Fey wasn't even hard yet!
She was so close to the centaur, her body moving all around her, powerful front legs eating up the ground, and the scent! Oh gods the scent! Her breath caught as that pungent pheromone laden smell of masculine cock hit her nose. The burning itch below her core flared and grew much stronger causing her to mewl, a constant drip drip drip from her needy snatch falling to the ground below.
She shoved her feet back hard and her toes pressing into the softness of Fey's sheath, a mass of wrinkled flesh at the base of the dick where the remainder of her length lay. Without hesitation she shoved her toes in, slipping then between the hot folds, the soft wrinkled skin pressing between her toes as she worked deeper, digging into her sheath, the huge fucking thing enveloping part of her feet as she explored, feeling the deeper heat at the core of Fey's length, the blood rushing beneath her toes, each steady thrumming beat of the centaur's heart pouring blood into her sheer enormity, swelling her larger, becoming thicker, harder, longer. Fey made a gasping sound above as Octavia squirmed her toes, causing the centaur to misstep slightly as her body reacted to the stimulation.
Octavia loved it. Feeling the thing that was about to penetrate her and make her a living cock sleeve grow larger and larger, the anticipation was causing her heart to pound in her chest so loud that she could practically hear it. Gods she needed Fey inside of her!
The tightnes grew against her toes as Fey swelled, until her feet were being crushed against the hardness of the length and then forcibly pushed out as the skin went from wrinkled and flaccid to steel hard and smooth. The massive pillar rose into the air, pressing up between her thighs, three and a half feet of horse penis thicker than her thigh, flexing rigid, throbbing stiff as it went from dangling to slapping up against Fey's barrel, brushing up against Octavia's puss, making her cry out as the nobbled rim smacked against her painfully erect clit. She didn't mind, in fact her clit only seemed to push further from its hood, desperate to be touched more.