Centaur Pole Thing

Unable to sate your own lusts due to your centaur configuration, you decide to put one of Whitney’s centaur toys to use. You dig the Centaur Pole out of your stash and drag it to the middle of camp.

When you’ve got it ready, the “Pole” is actually quite impressive. It’s a large metallic statue of what seems to be a particularly well-endowed imp, equipped with a huge, flared horsecock displayed proudly between his muscular legs. You give the tremendous purple cock a few experimental strokes, and to your delight it inflates just like a real boner, becoming rock-hard in your grasp. You lick your lips and, unable to resist, take the cock into your mouth.

Though it tastes rubbery, the heft and size of the prick feels... right... inside you. You spend a few blissful minutes sucking off the horse dildo, getting it nice and wet and ready for you. When you’re satisfied the imp-statue’s wang is sufficiently lubed up, you let it pop out of your mouth and, making sure it’s still standing straight out of the statue, you turn around.

Your pleasant flanks wiggle in anticipation as you work to get your ready fuck-hole lined up with the horse dildo. Unable to see the toy past your equine rump, it’s a long, desperate minute until finally you feel its flared head against your horsecunt. You shimmy back, gasping in delight as the meaty horsecock pushes into you. It seems to inflate and expand inside you as you take it, until you’re completely and utterly full of purple rubber — and then some. You grunt as the cock continues to grow, stretching your gaping, wet fuck-hole until you let out a pained whimper. Your snatch is stretched painfully wide, large enough to accommodate most beasts and demons.

Just then, though, the cock seems to stop. You grunt and groan as it settles inside you, finally letting out a relieved sigh when it’s only giving you a modest, pleasant stretching. Now that you’re stuffed full of fake horsecock, though, you’re not sure what to do... “EEP!” you yelp as the imp-statue’s hands suddenly reach out and grasp your pleasant thighs. Your eyes go wide as you feel the thick dildo withdraw from your cunt, the imp’s hips pulling back.

You have time only to let out a desperate curse before the toy rams itself back into you. You try to leap forward from the massive, yet mind-numbingly pleasurable, impact, but its strong hands hold you fast. You yelp and scream as the statue begins to fuck you roughly, making forceful thrusts deep into your gaping-wide, wet fuck-hole until the dildo is battering your cervix. Something inside the cock begins to contract and expand, altering the thickness and heft of the rod inside you, stretching the walls of your cunt even further until your tongue hangs out and your eyes roll back, overwhelmed with pleasure.

You sense your own orgasm coming as a hot, sticky fluid rushes into you. You scream your pleasure as the statue unloads a load of hot faux-spunk into your womb, flooding your cunt with its strange seed. So utterly and completely filled, you cannot hold back your orgasm. You cum, your gaping-wide twat clamping down hard on the fake cock buried inside you, milking it for more and more of its thick, creamy spooge.

When your climax finally passes, you’ve collapsed on all fours, swaying light-headed as the statue continues to leak a steady trickle of spooge onto your shapely, chiseled butt. You stagger to your legs and begin to disassemble the pole. You drag it back to your stash, your hips making a lewd squishing noise with every step as globs of fake cum leak out of your horsecunt.