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"Yes! I have heard that there is a female centaur with a p-penis that can do, erm, mind blowing life changing things to a girl in the city and fortunately for you that sounds like an acceptable exchange for breaking the, uh, lock."

Fey crossed her arms under her chest, not easy due to her size.

"You are very peculiar librarians," she paused and looked around at the endless dusty bookshelves, "Although I suppose anyone having to work here would go slightly mad and want to do something exciting, although why you wear such… n-naked, clothing is uhm…"

"Gosh you have no idea, we wouldn't get half the business we do if we didn't, you know how much a bunch of horny nobles is willing to pay to see me lift my ankle over my head?"

Zoey didn't wait for an answer and demonstrated by lifting her left leg into the air unbending and pivoting her hips until her leg was pointing straight up in the air with her arms wrapped around it, a standing splits.

Fey's eyes were drawn magnetically to the slim section of flesh that was covered by the leotard, a single thin white band of stretchy fabric that stretched over her pussy, so narrow that her puffy muff poked out to either side and the pinkness of her labia could be just barely seen.

Fey swallowed, her throat a little dry. The air was rudely broken by the sound of heavy flesh smacking hard up against flesh from below her barrel.

She realised the lemurkin was doing it on purpose of course. It didn't change the fact that it was an incredibly erotic sight. Her athletic body was a sight to behold, just the way her inner thighs smoothly arced in toward that one spot barely hidden by her obscene snow white leotard, skin-tight fabric outlining her folds.

Zoey gave her a small smile, an expert exhibitionist catching a fly in honey.

"F-fine, but then, I d-don't want the issue of the lock to come up again, o-okay!"

Zoey lowered her leg, still unbending, in a graceful arc until she was standing normally. Fey almost wished she had kept the pose.

"Of course! Just a quick casual fuck to take the edge of the day, nothing consenting adults can't agree to and enjoy!"

She flicked her hand up at the ceiling and a dozen different lengths of silk began to slowly descend seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Fey looked up at the sight in wonder.

As that was happening Penny quickly rushed up to Zoey and dragged her aside.

"I can't believe this, have you not seen her p-penis Zoey?!" she furiously whisper hissed.

"Yes it is a little on the large side."

"Large side?! It's bigger than my leg! She makes regular horses look small! It's never going to fit! I know we're ahem, more flexible than most folk due to being acrobats, and the ah, fun we've had in the bedroom, gods know you've used big enough strapons on me, but that's like a fricking strip bean compared to that monster! I'm actually going to die if she puts that in me!"

"Not to worry, she's a magic centaur."

"That doesn't make me not worry!"

Zoey set her lips in a line. "Look it will be fine okay, I'll go first, just watch me and see." she glanced at the spectacles balanced on the bridge of the squirrel girl's nose. "And where did you get those anyway?"

"These?" said Penny touching them, "I found them here, in this warehouse. Hey you were the one who wanted to pull off being a librarian! These glasses are the only damned convincing bit about us! Have you seen what we're wearing?!"

Zoey shrugged lightly, a little guilty, "Fair, I guess, I just went with the spur of the moment, but forget that, we've got what we want-

"What you want."

"-What we want, and you will really really want it, imagine being able to do a septuple point triple flip twist in switch-back silks, we'd get dragons looking to hire us let alone low nobility and two bit merchants, we'll sky rocket in fame! Everyone on the continent will be talking about us for real!"

"...Everyone? ...Really?"

"Yes, one hundred percent. Now watch me seduce and fuck this centaur."

Zoey raised a hand and an aquamarine silk lowered down next to her body from the shadows above. With a twist she rolled up into it and was lifted into the air, carried forth by the long strip of silk until she swung into the next where she flung her legs ins a circle, doing the splits in the air as she smoothly transitioned from one silk to the other as though being transported by grace alone.

Fey looked up at her, mouth agog at the skilful display, until the athletic lemurkin came to a stop in front of her, lightly hanging in the air, strips of silk wrapped around naked split thighs, hooked under a knee, spiralling up her waist and arms, white hair framing an eager if nervous expression, big wide open eyes looking up at Fey, anticipation in every motion.

Then, resolute, a look of determination crossed her face, and Fey flinched as silks touched down on her back, and then slipped around her, colourful fabric gliding over her barrel.

A squeak escaped from her as the cool silks touched up against her throbbing cock and brushed by, in moments the silks were wound about various parts of her body, and then they began to lift. She slowly rose into the air as Zoey glided beneath her, smoothly sliding from silk to silk until she was suspended beneath Fey's barrel, the massive centaur horse cock stiffly bouncing in front of her.

"Man, it's so much bigger up close, way way fucking bigger."

"Is- is this enough for the lock?"

"No way! That was a very expensive lock and- and it's going to take more than just me looking at your- your thingy!"

The lemurkin reached out and took hold of the monstrous shaft, delicate fingers trying to wrap around, finding they were far too small to even come close, and then being jerked around as the stiff length bucked in her hands.

"Sheesh, how is your dick stronger than I am? I can't hold it still even with all my strength."

"Don't say that, it sounds weird, how can my p-penis be stronger than a person?"

"It just is, I'm practically hanging off it now!" and Zoey was, the lemurkin was getting comfortable with the massive length and had begun moving around it, sliding underneath then above, fluid motions like a snake, practised, like with her aerial silks, except with a horse dick, her long tail caressing Fey's legs and even reaching around to stroke her balls as she moved.

Confidence growing she slid her bare feet down the length, the rough veins and bumps tickling the soles until they slid to the bottom where her toes sunk into the wrinkled base, the incredible heat of Fey's blood pumping in and out causing a little pink to come to her cheeks at how personal and private it felt. She could feel this centaur's lifeblood, her heart, somehow so much more intimate than any guy she'd been with, it was hard not to be at this scale with a dick the size of her leg, everything felt magnified, more so when she brushed her face up against rough shaft feeling taut flesh press up against her cheek, hot, eager, eager to be inside of her.

She swallowed and blinked, then a hand dipped between her thighs and to her surprise she found wet, more than wet, she was soaked! Her inner thighs slick with slightly sticky clear fluid. She glanced down to find that a massive wet patch had appeared on her fine white leotard, a spreading wet patch that was climbing up from her mons.

"Uh, wh-what, I n-never-"

"Is anything wrong?"

"I'm- I'm ready for you, apparently r-really ready."

Hesitantly Zoey slid forward, a combination of her silks and her own motions bringing her to the front of Fey's dick, her front facing the ground, her sloppy inner thighs coming down either side of the fat length, painting the horse cock wet with her juices, squeezing tight.

Fey's legs kicked at the air at the sensation and then a cup of precum sprayed from her urethra directly at Zoey's leotard covered pussy. It splashed around her hips and Zoey squealed aloud, hands frantically brought up as droplets spattered across her face.

"D-did you just cum already?! What the hell!"

"N-no! It's p-pre c-cum!"

Zoey blinked and looked down at herself. Her hip and waist area was soaked in a slightly cloudy clear fluid, this one much sticker and more viscous than her own juices, and it smelt... it smelt like what had been done to the caravans except now it was all over her, soaking her leotard with a mixture of herself and the centaur.

"Just precum?" she whispered, brow rising. What the minotaur girls had boasted of before they'd been dragged away by an irate band captain finally sinking in.

Her imagination started to stir to life as she recalled what the three minotaurs had said, being so filled with centaur that they couldn't move, that it was the most incredible thing they had ever experienced, that nothing else came close. She tried to picture the belly of the minotaur girls, big, pregnant big, maybe even as big as that pregnant lupine had been, was that really even possible? She wasn't sure, but then the caravans had been covered in so much white stuff...

A hand slid down her slick with wet leotard, her chest rising and falling as her fingers slipped between her thighs, touching up against her pussy outlined by the skin tight soaked through cloth, the transparency of the wet fabric revealing her pinkness behind.

Without hesitation, the tips of her fingers shifted to one side and she lifted away the leotard, peeling it from her pussy, the sticky wet cloth reluctant to come free from her flesh. A shiver going up her spine as fresh air breathed onto her now exposed puss, and she carefully pushed the leotard to one side, the cloth wrinkling as it was squeezed against her inner thigh.

A rivulet of piping hot precum rolled from the leotard down onto her soft folds, the bead tracing a line down her labia, rolling over top the bright speckled highlights marking the texture of her sloppy wet pussy. The touch created a feeling that radiated up, sending her body into a heated state.

She let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

Fuck.

She really wanted dick.