The Centaur and the Deertaur

  You and your mother lived alone in the woods, your home was always warm and cozy and your mother always had something delicious smelling cooking in the cauldron. But for some reason, people hated you. They called your mother a witch and a whore, and more than once when you two had to go to town they threw things at you.

   “Don’t be afraid of them, baby,” your mother said. “They are weak. Do not hate them, for it will make you weak.”

   You grew up wondering why people didn’t like your mother, she was the most wonderful person in the world. She was kind and beautiful, she could sing and do all sorts of amazing things. But no matter how amazing she was, people still hated her.

   At least the centaurs liked you. They came to your home all the time. Your mother fed them and tended to their wounds. She gave them homemade balms and salves. She even tended to their hair. Sometimes she went away with a centaur for a while, but they always came back happier than when they left.

   As you grew up you learned to tend to the centaurs as well. Soon you took over your mother’s place once you got older. She taught you everything, knowing the centaurs would be left in capable hands.

   Centaurs were a handsy lot. Always touching and kissing and hugging whenever they were around you. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed kissing them. Sometimes you even wondered if more could happen.

   There were two centaurs in particular who always seemed to be vying for your attention. One was a soft-spoken and gentle deer, his antlers just growing out and his features soft and angelic. The other a broad shouldered and bold Dun horse, covered in scars and a bright smile always on his lips.

   The Dun always greeted you with a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around you and nearly lifting you off the ground. The Deer would nuzzle you and kiss your cheeks and neck before giving you a loving peck on the lips.

   The Deer was more likely to be by your side, sitting with you and resting his head on your shoulder. The Dun would show off and prance about, telling your stories before he would pick you up and tell you how he would take you away and show you the wonders of the world.

   “Don’t you think you’re too rough with her?” The Deer argued one day when the Dun snatched you from the ground and tossed you into the air playfully.

   “I’m not being rough, I’m playing,” the Dun huffed as he held you. “She doesn’t mind it.”

   The Deer frowned and stomped his front hoof into the ground. “Put her down! I got here first this morning.”

   “Well maybe she’s bored just reading poetry,” The Dun quipped as he set you down.

   “I don’t like you two arguing,” you tell them both. “If you can’t get along and bickering over me then I don’t want to be around you.”

   “What?” they both gasped in unison.

   You start walking back towards your house. “Learn to get along and share,” you call back to them, “or I won’t play with you anymore.” Their bickering was annoying, but you didn’t want to write them out forever, you just hoped they learned to get along.

   The next day as you leave the house to tend to your daily chores the Deer and the Dun are outside waiting for you. You sigh and fold your arms across your chest.

   “Well?” You ask. “Did you do what I asked?”

   They both nod, quiet and chastised.

   “WE don’t want to lose you,” the Dun murmured.

   “We finally talked and we realize our feelings for you are the same,” the Deer replied. “We can’t be without you, so we can’t be without each other either.”

   You sigh with relief and go to them, hugging them as they pepper you with kisses and run their hands along your body.

   “I’m glad you two figured that out,” you meet each of their kisses and pet their cheeks affectionately. “I should give you boys a reward. What would you like?”

   “You,” they both said and you suddenly feel nervous.

   “Me?” You giggle. “But I’m right here.”

   The Deer licks your neck, his soft hands petting up under your skirt and touching your bare skin. The Dun dips down and kisses your lips, holding your face in his hands as the heat grows.

   You moan and pull back, looking at their matching lustful expressions. You hold up a finger and catch your breath. “I have to finish my chores. When I’m done…well…we can discuss this in private!” You shoo them away despite the slickness grow between your thighs. As you work the dull ache makes you pause several times as you remember their touch, their kisses, their hands on your body. The ache grows and the slickness won’t go away.

   When you finish your work you go and find them at the mossy bank you always meet them. They look up excitedly and have you sit between them. They nuzzle and kiss you, making you smile as their tenderness. Then their hands begin to roam again, their kisses growing impassioned and desperate.

   You whimper softly as the Deer lifts your skirts again, his hands caressing you your legs and hips. His gentle eyes meet yours and you blush, resting your head on the Dun’s chest. You gasp as the Deer’s fingers slick through your wetness.

   “She’s wet already,” the Deer says to his friend. “It’s really warm,” he licks his pretty lips as his fingers touch more, pressing to the dull ache. “Lift her,” he says and the Dun picks you up, holding you so head is over his shoulder, one of his arms is under your rear while the other hugs around your waist.

   The Deer removes your skirts and places himself between your legs, his warm tongue licking up your thigh and tasting your wet folds.

   You cry out, moaning softly as the Deer nuzzles against your sex. The Dun turns his head, kissing you. This thick tongue pushes into your mouth and you grunt and moan for both of them. You breathe deep as the Deer’s licking makes the heat in your belly quicken, the dull ache becoming a pleasurable throbbing.

   The Deer moans against you and you tremble, feeling waves crashing over you and crying out. The Dun chuckles and kisses your neck and shoulder.

   “Impressive little friend, she’s quite pleased now.”

   The Deer pulls back and rises up, kissing the Dun and letting him lick your juices from his face. “Your turn,” he moans, giving the Dun another quick kiss before he takes you into his arms.

   You stand to face the Deer, kissing him heatedly as his hands stroke down your back. The Dun bends down, opening you up with his hands and pressing a thick finger inside you. You moan into the Deer’s mouth as the Dun moves his finger inside you. You begin to thrust your hips to meet his hand.

   The Dun slips another finger inside and you nip the Deer’s lip. “It feels so good,” you moan and the Deer smiles at you, petting your face.

   “She’s wants some more,” he calls to the Dun.

   You feel a third finger and you cry out, smashing your cheek to the Deer’s chest as the Dun rocks your body. Another finger soon joins and you let a small wail out, your knees are trembling as the Dun soon fits his whole fist inside you, stuffing you fully.

   “She’s ready I think,” the Dun chuckles, moving himself wrist deep inside you.

   The Deer holds you tight as you begin to release again, feeling you tremble and slide further down his chest. You whimper and cry out, nearly falling as the Dun pulls his hand out.

   You gasp and pant, wondering if they’ve had their fill but hoping they had more for you. You kiss the Deer again, suckling on his tongue before the Dun pulls you away and places you belly-first onto a moss covered rock. He lifts your hips slightly and he pets your ass.

   “Ready?” He murmurs as he kisses your cheek.

   You nod, “will I have you both?”

   The Dun grins and kisses you deeply. “You will, I promise.”

   You sigh and relax, feeling the Deer stroke your rear and climb over you. You feel his cock slide between your buttcheeksbefore he moves his hips and it slicks along your folds. You whimper softly, looking up as the Dun kneels down and kisses you, your grasp his shoulders as the Deer pushes inside you, stretching you and filling you full.

   “She’s so tight,” he whimpers above you, shakily moving his hips. “She feels so warm,” his hands grasp your hips and shake you slightly, finding a confidant pace.

   “Don’t be nervous,” the Dun coaxed to him and held his hand. “Remember she cares about you.”

   The Deer pants softly, squeezing the Dun’s hand as he moves his hips a little faster. You sigh and squeeze around him, feeling him shudder and pant.

   “I can’t-” the Deer pants as he thrusts harder and deeper, “I’m going to-” he seizes and spasms, his cock still buried deep inside you as he cums. You whimper as you feel him stuff you, the seed of a centaur is supposed to be very potent you heard your mother once say.

   The Deer pulls out and kisses the Dun as he walks around. “You did well, little friend,” the Dun murmurs. “Go tend to her.”

   “Thank you,” the Deer kneels before you, smiling softly and petting your cheek. “Sorry I couldn’t last long for you.”

   “You felt good anyways,” you kiss him as the Dun takes his place, his thick, long cock making you flinch nervously.

   “Look at me,” the Deer whispers to you.

   You meet his gaze and hold his hands, kissing him lovingly as the Dun uses his hands to open you up and guide himself into place. As he pushes in you shudder, moaning into the Deer’s mouth.

   “I can smell your seed inside her, little friend,” the Dun laughs. “You had a lot of it in you, it’s still seeping out.”

   The Deer chuckled, “she pulled it all from me.”

   “Lets hope she’ll do the same for me,” the Dun grunts as he thrusts in deeper. You feel him inside you so big and heavy that you belly bulges slightly.

   You kiss the Deer more, biting his lip and sucking his tongue as the Dun places himself and starts to move. You cry out with each thrust, his powerful cock making you begin to lose focus on the world. Thank goodness the Deer was there, kissing you and murmuring sweet nothings to keep you sane.

   The Dun grunts and moans, his big hands holding your hips. You feel the heat in your belly quickening and flash like lightening, your hips shuddering and legs spasming as you release on the Dun’s fat cock.

   The Dun wails out, nearly roaring. His grip on your hips tightens and he pushes so deep inside you, it feels like you’ve split in two. His cum pours out, gushing out thick and hot, making your belly swell a little more.

   He pulls out and pants, falling beside you and resting his head on your back. The Deer kisses him and strokes the hair from his face. You then kiss the Dun and sigh contentedly as you suck his tongue.

   “She’s still breathing,” the Deer teases. “Though maybe next time we let her take the lead.”

   The Dun grunts, still unable to form a coherent thought.

   “I rather enjoyed your reward,” you giggle happily as you swoon, still swimming in the afterglow.

   The Dun picks you up and holds you while the Deer lays in your lap.

   “So…” the Dun starts nervously, the first time you’ve ever heard his voice crack. “You’ll want us again?”

   You think for a moment as their soft expression became nervous and worrisome. A smile spreads across your face and you kiss them both. “After this, I’ll want you both all the time,” you giggle and they cover you with kisses again.