CHAPTER 1: KARA MEETS A CENTAUR
“You’re sure you won’t come with us?” Kara asked Eve.
“I’m sure,” Eve said. “This quest of yours to return the world to normal is just that -- yours, not mine.”
“We’re going to miss you,” Kara said, stepping forward and giving her a hug, their huge tits squashing against each other. “We all will.”
As Kara stepped back, Sophie took her place, then Eve knelt down and hugged Lex, the little cyclops.
“I’ll miss you, too, but I’m a mercenary -- I’m sure I’ll find a job in this or another Realm. And who knows? We might see each other again.”
With that, Eve blew them all a kiss, turned and left the campsite.
“Now that’s over, perhaps we can start?” the wizard Mordantir said.
Kara and Sophie frowned at the old man with the long grey beard and big floppy hat who stood off to one side, staff in hand, looking like every wizard they’d read about or seen in movies before the world had turned upside down. Only Kara knew that the clichéd look was a disguise and that his real form was nothing more than a mass of slime covered tentacles, some as thin as her finger, some as thick as her thigh. It was that version of the wizard that she had struck a bargain with -- in return for her finding three items, Mordantir would give her the location and key to find and enter the castle of Jennifer Raven. She and Jennifer had been lovers in years past but had split up and had become reluctant enemies. It was Jennifer who was responsible for altering the world, releasing wild magic and bizarre creatures, splitting the land into Realms that were as different from each other as night and day. One could be populated by creatures from a fantasy novel, the next a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
The changes to the world had also caused the men to age prematurely and lose their sex drive. At the same time, Jennifer had caused the women to conform to the body type that she and Kara shared -- long legs, a pert, round ass, trim waist and huge, almost gravity defying breasts. Sex had become a way of life and Sophie had joked that just about everything in this new world wanted to fuck them.
“What’s first?” Kara asked the wizard.
“The Bridle of Phoenicas, King of the Centaurs,” the wizard said. “I can open a portal to the next Realm where you should be able to find the centaurs. How you get the Bridle I leave to you.”
“Centaurs, eh?” Sophie said with a smirk, folding her arms beneath her big tits. “Why do I think there’s some horse sized cock in our future?”
Mordantir grinned at her. “Once you have secured the Bridle, place it in this bag,” he said, handing Kara a rucksack. “There is an enchantment upon it which ensures that once something is placed inside, only I can remove it. After that, you will have to track down the Book of the Dead and the Sword of the Ocean which will be somewhere within the Realm.”
“And once we’ve got them all, bring them back to you.”
“Exactly,” Mordantir said. “You will need some weapons as your pistols are now empty of ammunition and useless,” he said, rummaging in his cloak. Kara’s guns had run out of bullets when they’d rescued the captive girls from the brothel in Carver Town. “Here, these should help,” the wizard said. He held out two belts, each with scabbards attached which had swords sheathed within them.
“Swords?” Sophie said, taking hers. “What the hell can I do with a sword?”
“I’ve used one a few times over the years,” Kara said. “I can show you some moves.”
She glanced down at Lex, the little blue-skinned cyclops’ single eye looking sad.
“Are you going to be okay, staying here with Mordantir?” she asked him.
“I shall miss you, Miss Kara, Miss Sophie,” Lex said, struggling not to cry.
“He will be fine,” Mordantir said, placing a hand on Lex’s head. “I shall ensure no harm comes to him.”
“Thank you, sir, very much,” the polite Lex said, looking up at the wizard.
Mordantir looked at Kara and Sophie -- two busty, beautiful women wearing leather trousers, boots, T-shirts and leather jackets. Kara’s bright, dyed red hair shone in the early morning sunlight, Sophie’s golden blonde locks gleaming next to her. Both their outfits were starting to look worse for wear -- holes appearing in the jackets and trousers, their cotton T-shirts now so thin they were starting to become transparent.
“How do we get to the next Realm?” Sophie asked.
With a grand wave of Mordantir’s arm, an arch appeared in the air before them, the dusty hillside of their campsite giving way and revealing a forest in twilight, a light smattering of snow having fallen through the leaves to land on the ground below.
“Simply walk through,” he said. “Your Talismans -- “ he pointed to the rune stone amulets Sophie and Kara wore around their necks “ -- will allow you to move between Realms.”
Kara sighed and leaned down, giving Lex a big hug, moving aside as Sophie did the same to him.
“Okay then,” Kara said. “Let’s do this. Land of centaurs here we come.”
Hand in hand, they walked through the archway into the forest in another Realm.
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“Bloody hell it’s cold in this forest after the desert of the last Realm,” Sophie said, her arms wrapped around herself, jacket zipped up to the top.
“It’s not that bad,” Kara said. “It’s quite refreshing after that bloody desert.”
“Refreshing?” Sophie said, grumbling. “Wish I felt refreshed.”
They walked through the forest, not really having an idea of where they were headed, trusting that Mordantir had pointed them in the right direction at the very least. Despite walking for what seemed like hours, the forest grew neither darker -- as they’d expected -- nor any lighter, remaining in what appeared to be a perpetual twilight. Fresh snow would occasionally fall through the canopy of leaves above them, but never amounting to more than an inch or so on the ground, and while it didn’t get any warmer, at least it didn’t appear to be getting colder.
“Is there any end to this forest?” Sophie asked.
“Doesn’t look like it,” Kara said. As she said that, she noticed the ground ahead rose up, the trees thinning out. Before she could mention it, from behind them came the first sound they’d heard since arriving -- and it didn’t sound friendly.
“Is that dogs?” Sophie said, both of them stopping and turning around. From behind came the sound of dogs barking and growling -- and from the volume, they sounded big and in large numbers.
“Yeah,” Kara said. She pointed back to the rise she’d just spotted. “Let’s get up there, quick as we can, just in case.”
The pair of them trotted forward, looking over their shoulders as they did. A mass of dogs -- maybe twenty or so -- came into view between the trees, being driven on by three or four hulking creatures who were swathed in rags and furs. One of them spotted the women and shouted something unintelligible, the dogs’ barking increasing.
“Run!” Kara yelled, both of them rushing forward, up the snow covered ridge that was steeper than it first looked.
As they reached the top, they turned and drew their swords, the dogs not pausing, charging up the rough terrain, snow and dirt kicked up by their huge paws.
Sophie braced herself, sword in both hands as a large dog jumped up and hit her in the chest, knocking her to the ground before she could even swing her sword. Kara barely had time to call her name before another hound barged into her.
Her footing slipped and she fell backwards, the ground beneath her which formed the edge of the ridge, breaking away and sending Kara and the dog tumbling over and over, into the deep valley that had lain hidden behind the rise.
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Kara groaned as she woke up, her eyes opening slowly as the light from a nearby fire brought her back to consciousness. Laid on her side, she rolled over on to her back, the movement making her realise she was covered with a large fur throw. The fur covered her head to toe and felt silky smooth against her bare skin.
Her bare skin. Kara could feel the fur against every part of her body, from her firm thighs and calves, across her taut stomach, beneath her rounded ass and smooth back, down her arms and laying over her huge, firm tits.
She was completely naked under the fur.
“Where am I?” she asked groggily.
“You are in my home,” a deep, rumbling voice answered her, not unkindly.
She looked over in the direction of the fire where a dark, hulking figure sat on the other side of it. His skin was covered in fine fur, jet black, which shone in the firelight, his huge muscles clearly defined by the dancing flames. His shoulders were massive, his arms huge slabs of meat, his chest broad and deep. He sat cross-legged so Kara could only just make out his thighs but they seemed equally massive.
Her eyes went wide as she saw that atop his thick neck was the long head of a horse. Large ears flickered back and fore on top of his head and a thick mane of black hair fell over his shoulders. At the end of his long nose, a wide mouth smiled at her revealing large, square teeth. His eyes were centre in his face rather than at the side like a true horse, but otherwise the creature she was looking at had the head of a horse.
“Are you -- are you a centaur?” she asked.
“I am,” he replied. “I assume you were expecting a Northern centaur?” Kara’s puzzled expression allowed him to continue. “Northern centaurs have the body of a horse but the head of a man. I am a Southern centaur.”
“Oh,” Kara said. She sat up a little, freeing one arm to hold the fur rug over her breasts. “How did I get here?”
“I found you in the ravine,” he said. “You were unconscious so I brought you here to recover.”
“My friend!” Kara suddenly blurted. “Sophie! Did you see her?”
The centaur shook his head sadly. “Only you, I’m afraid. There was a Rantan hound beside you, killed by the fall, so I assume your friend has been captured by the Krantils who use the hounds to hunt for slaves.”
“Then she’s alive?”
“Almost certainly,” the centaur said. “The Krantils have no use for dead slaves. She will be taken to the camp the Krantils have just a few miles away.”
“Then we have to rescue her,” Kara said, sitting up fully, the fur rug slipping off her slightly, exposing the firm swells of her tits even as she kept her arm across them, the silky material difficult to keep a hold of. The centaur’s big, dark eyes locked on to the creamy mounds and he grinned at her.
“We can head to the camp and try and find her in the morning,” he said. “You should eat first.” He reached down beside himself and brought out a bowl full of some type of stew that smelled fantastic, a spoon placed in it.
Kara reached for it with her free hand and drew her knees up, balancing the bowl on them so that she could eat without letting go of the rug around her. The fur was too smooth for the bowl and it wasn’t long at all before she had to grab for it to stop it spilling, which meant the rug fell to her waist, her huge, round tits exposed.
Kara looked at the centaur to find him smiling gently at her.
“Do not be embarrassed,” he said. “I had to undress you to dry your clothes.” He pointed over to the side where her clothes were hung out on a wooden frame, drying. Kara noticed they were in what appeared to be a basic, if well made, wooden hut comprising of just this room, the fire in the centre, a single door behind her, and a window through which she could just make out the moonlit trees.
“Thank you,” she said, returning to her stew without bothering to cover her semi-nakedness. “And thank you for this,” she said, indicating the stew. “It’s very good. I’m Kara, by the way.”
“I am Chaurion,” the centaur said, bowing his head slightly. “It is very nice to meet you, Kara.”
They sat in silence as Kara ate the stew quickly, finally handing the bowl and spoon back to him. She couldn’t help notice him looking at her tits, his gaze returning to the full, round orbs time and again. While she was concerned over the fate of Sophie, she knew there was nothing she could do right now -- so she might as well have some fun.
Kara leaned back on her hands, the fur rug pooling around her waist, leaving her big mounds completely uncovered, the firm globes falling slightly to either side on her chest. She smiled at the centaur as he stared at them, his long, thick, pink tongue slipping out and licking his lips, saliva dribbling over his chin.
“Do you like them?” Kara asked, nodding down to her tits.
“Very much,” Chaurion said, never taking his eyes off her.
“Have you had many women?”
“Oh yes,” Chaurion said, grinning. “The Krantils force me to act as a doctor for them. Many of the women in the camp find a reason to need a visit from the doctor.”
“And do you make them feel better?” Kara asked, reaching up with one hand and cupping one of her tits, pinching her nipple. “Would you like to make me feel better?”
Chaurion grinned, drool running from his lips. “I was hoping you would be in need of some treatment,” he chuckled.
Kara’s eyes widened as the centaur stood, just over seven feet tall. Beneath his broad chest and flat stomach, the only item of clothing he wore was a simple loincloth which now was pushed aside by the simply enormous cock that jutted from his crotch. His jet black fur covered perhaps the first inch or so of the shaft, leaving many, many more inches bare, the dark skinned tube of meat ending in a bulbous, rounded knob. Beneath his cock, two huge balls hung in a black-furred sac.
“Oh my God,” Kara said.
“Do not worry,” Chaurion said as he walked over, dropping to his knees beside her. “I have learned my size can be intimidating. I will be as gentle as you need.”
Kara looked up at him, his large smile and kind eyes putting her at ease as she looked back at the enormous cock that pointed at her. She reached out and took hold of it, her fingers not meeting around its girth, feeling it pulse steadily in her hand.
“Jesus, that’s big,” she breathed. Thick spit dribbled down from his mouth and on to his cock, allowing her hand to slide up and down its length more easily. Jacking on the big length, she leaned forward, opened her mouth wide, and sucked in the big head and the first couple of inches.
“Aaahhhh yes,” Chaurion said. “I like that -- hmmmmm.”
Kara bobbed her head back and forth, loving the taste of his meaty cock. She sat up and used both hands to stroke his prick, occasionally letting his dick slip from her mouth so she could catch her breath, licking the knob as she did.
“Mmmmm -- we have to rescue Sophie,” she said, slipping out from the rug completely and kneeling up. “She is going to love you.”
Kara took hold of her tits and wrapped them around Chaurion’s thick shaft, the centaur reaching down and helping her sandwich his cock between her big tits. He rocked his hips, sending his shaft sliding up and down between her mounds, the rest of his cock rubbing up against her cheek. Kara turned her head and licked as much of his dick as she could as he tit-fucked her.
“If she is -- anything like you -- I will enjoy meeting her, also,” Chaurion gasped. He reached down and cupped her big tits, each one filling his large hands as he tit-fucked her, allowing her to grasp his shaft.
“You like fucking my big tits?” Kara asked him.
“I do indeed,” he said, deliberately drooling more spit into her cleavage, lubing her tits so he could slide his cock between her massive mounds. “Does your friend have -- aaahhhhh -- such perfect tits?”
“She sure does,” Kara said with a smile, licking at his knob as it slid up and down beside her cheek. “Mmmmm -- and she’ll let you fuck them, too.”
“Then we should definitely free her,” Chaurion said with a laugh. After a few more thrusts, he pulled back and let Kara suck on his big, bulging knob, watching as the busty redhead devoured as much of his dick as she could manage.
Eventually she let it go and looked up at him.
“Fuck me, Chaurion,” she said. “I have got to get this big fucking cock inside me.”
Kara pulled the rug over and laid back on it, spreading her legs as wide as she could, her shaved, hairless pussy gleaming with her juices. Chaurion drooled again, sending a thick line of clear spit down on to Kara’s twat, adding to the lubrication. He pushed his cock down, rubbing the rounded knob against her lips, watching them part as he eased forward, the head of his cock slipping inside her.
“Oooooh ffuuuuuuuck!” Kara moaned as she felt her pussy spread wide to accommodate his girth. With the head inside her, Chaurion planted both hands on the floor either side of her and bent his long head down, licking at her nipples with his big, rough tongue as he began moving his hips, inching his cock into her. “Oh my fucking God!” Kara cried as she felt his huge cock ease inside her.
More and more of his prick eased inside her until she felt sure he would end up hitting the entrance to her womb -- but it just kept going!
“Fuck! How -- uuuhnnnn -- how are you -- ?” she asked, trying to understand how the massive cock he had was now almost entirely inside her. She could feel every inch inside her pussy, yet there was no way that was possible.
“It is an ability my people have,” Chaurion said, looking at her as he licked her nipples, leaving a trail of spit from one to the other. He began rocking his hips, sliding his cock out then back in. “We can fill you up without causing you any harm.”
“Oh my God -- uuuhhhhnnn -- oh my fucking God!” Kara cried as Chaurion started moving faster and -- though he shouldn’t have been able to -- even deeper, cramming his huge cock into her cunt until, with a groan, he was -- incredibly, impossibly -- balls deep inside her. “Oh fuck! Fuck me! Aaahhhhh -- fuck me!” Kara yelled as Chaurion moved.
The centaur pulled back, drawing half of his long, thick cock from her pussy before cramming it back in, his balls slapping against her ass. Again and again he fucked her, stuffing her fuller than she ever had been before, her pussy walls spreading wide as they took the long, thick member inside.
“Oh God -- fuck me! Uuhnnnnnn -- fuck me -- you big -- hhhaannnnn -- big dicked fucker!” Kara moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to cram even more of his cock inside herself. “Oh you beautiful -- mmmmm -- big -- black fucker!” she babbled as he fucked her over and over.
She came hard and fast, shaking and moaning, her body shuddering as the centaur continued fucking her, slamming his huge cock into her time and again. Kara’s eyes rolled back in her head as Chaurion's impossibly huge cock buried itself over and over inside her cunt, filling her up like never before, fucking her through her orgasm. She gasped and shook and just as she came down from her cum, she came again.
“Fuck me! Oh holy fuck -- so -- uuhhnnnnn -- fucking good!” she moaned.
Chaurion licked at her nipples, his big, rough, pink tongue following her enormous tits as they moved around on her chest, swaying with the motion of their fucking. His furry lips locked on to one of them as he sucked on the small, hard nubbin of flesh. Kara grabbed her other tit and pulled it towards her face, sucking on her own nipple. The pleasure built again in her body, her pussy clamping down on the massive cock that was thrusting in and out of her and she came for a third time, moaning around her own nipple.
The centaur lifted his big head and grunted, moaning as he pushed every last inch of his monstrous cock inside her, his balls smacking her ass and then came with a loud whinny. His cock bucked inside her, his balls clenched and a torrent of jism poured into her pussy. Within a couple of spurts Kara felt her cunt fill up with hot centaur jizz and by the third, it was pouring out around Chaurion’s cock, dribbling down the crack of her ass.
Chaurion reached down and grabbed his cock, pulling it free as another blast of cum shot from the rounded knob, launching into the air before landing in a thick, unbroken white cord running from Kara's shoulder, over one heaving tit and across her stomach. He let it go and the slab of fuck meat landed with a slap on Kara's flat belly before twitching again and again, sending more thick jizz splashing into the undersides of her huge tits, some of it ricocheting up and over her mounds to fall over her face.
“Oh my God,” Kara gasped as she lay there getting drenched in the centaur’s spunk. She scoped up a handful of the viscous goo and licked her hand clean, sucking the tasty cum down as Chaurion finally stopped cumming, his huge prick laying half hard on her stomach.
He looked down at her as she cleaned up and ate as much of his cum as she could get.
“My apologies,” he said. “I usually last a lot longer but there is something about you,”
“Mmmmmmmm, no complaints here,” Kara said, sucking his cum from her fingers. She leaned up and looked at his mammoth cock which lay from her waxed pussy, up her belly, the rounded knob just below the swells of her tits. “I don't know how you fitted that thing inside my little pussy,” she said, reaching down and rubbing the big shaft, “but I'm glad you did.”
Chaurion grinned at her. “As am I,” he said. “Will your friend be as eager?”
“Oh definitely. Sophie's going to love getting her hands on this thing,” Kara said, lifting his still half hard cock up. She looked down at her still cum-streaked body, then around the basic room. “I don't suppose you have a shower in here, do you?” She ran a finger through the thick, white cock cream that covered her tits. “Or am I going to have to eat all of this?”
Chaurion grinned as Kara licked her finger clean.
CHAPTER 2: KARA AND SOPHIE CROSS A MUDFLAT
“What is the Bridle of Phoenicas?” Kara asked.
Chaurion looked back at her as he pulled the cart that carried her and a selection of furs, herbs and medicine he had prepared. She sat cross legged, her now ragged leather trousers looking worse for wear and, he knew, beneath the fur throw over her shoulders, her jacket and t-shirt were not much better.
“Phoenicas was the king of the centaurs, hundreds of years ago,” Chaurion said as they travelled through the murky first, snow falling constantly if gently. His massive arms flexed as he effortlessly pulled the two wheeled cart. “He was bested by a witch who forced him to wear the Bridle and command the centaurs for her. Since then, tradition dictates that whomever holds the Bridle must have the undying loyalty and obedience of every Southern centaur.”
“And it's currently held by these Krantil lizards?” Kara asked.
“Yes. Their leader stole it from our rightful king and now holds us all in his power.”
“So why not just steal it back?”
“Tradition,” Chaurion said. “The Krantil leader was smart enough to forbid us from doing that -- “
“And you have to obey,” Kara finished. “What if the Bridle were to be removed entirely? Taken from this Realm?”
“That would not help. The last command would still stand.” Chaurion stopped and lowered the cart's handles, allowing Kara to climb out and stand beside his massive seven foot frame. “The Krantils' mine,” he said, pointing to a clearing in the trees.
“It’s -- it’s a lot smaller than I was expecting,” Kara said.
In the clearing below was a hole in the ground about ten feet wide with a pulley, frame and rope above it. Three huts stood on the far side with half a dozen women loitering outside, a single lizardman watching over them, armed with a short spear. The women, Kara wasn’t surprised to see, were as gorgeous and busty as herself, while the short lizardman was hunched and disfigured, his green/brown scales covered in dirt and twigs. Around them, hauling wooden buckets laden with rocks from the mine shaft to one of the huts, were at least two dozen centaurs. Each of them were as tall as Chaurion and as hugely muscled, and Kara knew that even one of them could easily overpower the lizardman -- but they did nothing but carry rocks.
“I guess the Bridle keeps your friends from rising up?” Kara said.
“It does,” Chaurion said. “We must obey. It is tradition.”
“It’s a tradition that sucks,” Kara said.
“I agree, Kara,” Chaurion said. “It truly sucks, as you say.”
“So these Krantils -- how many of them are there in all? I can only see the one.”
“Five in total.”
“Five? I thought there’d be hundreds or thousands,” Kara said.
Chaurion looked at her, his large lips curling in a friendly smile.
“The Krantils are a family,” he said, “not a race of creatures. There is a father and his four sons. The father stole the Bridle and now makes us Southern centaurs mine ore for his sons to sell in a city several days' ride North of here.”
“Five,” Kara sighed. “If I still had my pistols I could’ve taken them all out in minutes.” She pointed down to the women. “There’s six women down there but I don’t see Sophie. Do you know where she would be? And are there any more?”
Chaurion nodded, his huge head moving up and down on his massive neck. “There are about fifteen women down there, kept as cooks and cleaners by the lizardmen. Your friend is likely down in the mine, making meals for the centaurs.”
“Cooks and cleaners?” Kara asked in surprise. “I kinda expected them to be sex toys for the lizards.”
“Oh no,” Chaurion said. “The lizardmen in this Realm are not attracted to human women at all.” He snorted and laughed as he looked Kara up and down, noting her firm, round butt perfectly outlined by her skin tight trousers. “They truly have no taste.”
Kara noticed him looking and smiled. “If I can get that Bridle, we can definitely celebrate together.” She turned back to the clearing. “First things first. You head down and set up your healing stall, try and get the Krantil watching the women to move from the huts. I’ll go round the other side and see if I can find the Bridle.”
“Very well,” Chaurion said. He leaned forward and nuzzled his huge head against her. “I wish you luck, Kara.”
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Kara knelt behind one of the huts and watched as the lizardman walked over to where Chaurion stood as he set up his stall. The six women eagerly headed over to him, greeting him with smiles and laughter, much to the apparent annoyance of the Krantil. Chaurion greeted them all by name and, while Kara couldn’t make out everything that was said, it seemed clear that he was flirting with all of them.
With the guard and the women distracted, Kara crept round to the door of the hut and gently opened it. The merest glance inside showed her it was a storage hut full of mine equipment so of no use to her. She sneaked back and around to the second of the three huts, keeping one eye on Chaurion and the guard.
As she opened the next hut’s door, she paused as she heard a low growl coming from within. Easing it open slowly, she saw the dogs that had been used to hunt her and Sophie down, asleep in a sprawling pile. One of them growled again in his sleep, before snuffling and turning his head away.
Kara noticed several large chains with collars on the ends hanging just inside the door, and pulled one free. She closed the door and, as quietly as she could, wrapped the chain around the handle, tying it in place to prevent any of the Krantils easily opening it. With that done, she headed to the final hut.
The last hut was the only one to have a window, albeit covered in dirt and streaked with mud. Peering in, Kara saw another Krantil, this one sat at a desk and was writing something in a small journal. Around him various papers and ledgers were stacked, along with clumps of ore being used as paperweights. Hanging from a hook on the wall above him, was a leather contraption, a series of straps connected by metal studs, with a large iron bit at the bottom -- the Bridle of Phoenicas.
Kara pulled her sword free of the scabbard at her hip and, with a final look at the guard who was still occupied by Chaurion, opened the door and stepped inside.
“I told you I was not to be bothered, Halkuun,” the lizard said, not even looking up.
Kara quickly stepped over and grabbed him around the neck with one hand, the other holding the sharp edge of her blade against his throat.
“Halkuun’s busy right now,” she said. “Sorry if I’m interrupting you.” The lizard squealed in fright for a second before Kara clamped her hand over his snout. “Nuh-uh, no noise, thank you,” she said.
She looked over the table, ignoring the papers and journal, and spotted a metal tube connected to a pipe that ran down the side of the desk and disappeared into a hole in the floor.
“What does that tube do?” she asked, loosening the grip on the lizard’s snout.
“Don’t hurt me!” the lizardman squeaked.
“Just answer my question,” Kara said.
“It -- it allows me to speak to the mine below us,” he said.
“Just what I thought,” Kara said. “Use it. Bring all your lizards, all the centaurs, and all the women up out of the mine. Have them wait outside in the clearing. And no tricks.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” Kara said, taking her sword and prodding him in the back with it.
The lizard leaned forward and spoke into the tube, following Kara’s orders. She wasn’t too surprised to discover the lizardman was clearly a coward and only able to control Chaurion and his fellow centaurs because of the Bridle.
Once the lizard had finished his message, Kara reached up and took the Bridle from the wall -- she was surprised to feel it pulse and throb in her hand as though it were alive.
“This is now mine, understand?” she said.
“Oh no -- no, don’t -- you’re going to free them, aren’t you?” the lizard whined. “I’m sorry, we were only trying to make a living.”
“Off the back of slave labour,” Kara snarled. “You deserve everything you’re going to get.”
She glanced out of the grimy window and watched as the remaining three lizardmen, then nine women -- including Sophie, she was overjoyed to see -- and then finally about a dozen centaurs used the rope and pulley system to come up from the mine and stand in the clearing. When the last of them had come up -- all of them joined by Chaurion, the women and the first disfigured lizardman -- Kara opened the door to the hut and pushed the lizard out with her sword.
The lizard guards shrieked at the sight of their leader being held at sword point, while Sophie yelled out her friend’s name in delight. The centaurs who had been in the mine -- each as large and muscular as Chaurion, though covered in dust and dirt -- looked at Kara as she held aloft the Bridle of Phoenicas.
“Centaurs!” she cried. “You must obey the holder of the Bridle, correct?”
They nodded, huffed and neighed, most of them looking at her suspiciously, wondering if they were swapping one master for another.
“You are hereby freed from the control of the Krantils,” Kara said. “Take whatever revenge upon them you see fit!”
As the centaurs roared in pleasure, the lizard guards cried out in fear, each of them trying to run. It was the work of seconds for the centaurs to reach out and grab them before they could take more than two steps. The women moved aside as the burly centaurs lifted the lizards up above their heads and turned back to the mine entrance.
“Demikal -- wait!” Chaurion cried out, his own hand clutching the head of the disfigured lizard he had distracted. One of the largest centaurs, with mostly white hair, a streak of red running through his mane, paused and turned to Chaurion. “Do not kill them,” he called. “They are simple creatures, following their father,” he said, pointing over to the lizard held captive by Kara. “We would be forever tainted if we did so.”
The large white centaur snorted and slowly lowered the lizardman he held, the others following him.
“You are as wise as ever, Chaurion,” he said. “What then shall we do with them?”
“I said we should not kill them,” Chaurion replied. “If the poor creatures they have abused choose to do so, then so be it.” He looked at the lizardmen, Kara pushing her prisoner over to them. “You should run,” he told them, “for in a moment, I will release the Rantan hounds and if they pick up your scent -- “ He left the sentence hanging.
The Krantils shrieked in fear and, as one, ran for the edge of the clearing and the forest beyond. The centaurs laughed as they ran, falling over each other in their eagerness to escape.
Chaurion stepped over to Kara just as Sophie broke free from the women and centaurs and threw herself at her friend, hugging and kissing her.
“I knew you’d come for me,” Sophie said.
“Always, my love,” Kara said, kissing her. “Though I had some help from Chaurion, here.”
“Nice to meet you,” Sophie said to the big, black centaur.
“And you,” Chaurion said, bowing his head. “Kara has spoken much of you.” He turned to Kara. “You now hold the Bridle and thus control me and my herd-mates. What will you do with it?”
“I don’t like the idea of you and your friends being slaves to whoever holds this thing,” she said, holding it up. “By coincidence, I need it to fulfil a quest I’m on. It’s one of three items that can help me. You said the last command stands, even if the Bridle is taken away?”
“Indeed.”
“Then how about I free you from your obligation to obey the holder of the Bridle? Allow you to be free and govern yourselves as you see fit?”
Chaurion and Demikal grinned at each other.
“That would be a great relief to us,” Demikal said.
“Do you have my rucksack, Chaurion?” Kara asked. The centaur strode across to his cart and pulled Kara’s rucksack out. “Once I put this in here, it can’t be removed. So are you sure you want me to do this?”
Demikal and Chaurion both nodded, the other centaurs calling their assent.
“Then here is my command as holder of the Bridle -- once I place it in this bag, no centaur is ever to be beholden to the owner of the Bridle. Each of you are to be free to live as you please.”
And with that, Kara placed the Bridle into the rucksack and pulled it closed.
Kara smiled at Chaurion who grinned back at both her and Sophie. “Maybe we can find a way to celebrate?” Kara asked.
At that moment, a shimmering circle of blue light appeared on Kara’s right, the edge sparkling and spinning while the centre opened and revealed what looked like the entrance to a cave.
“Ah, shit,” Kara said looking at it. She turned back to Chaurion. “Looks like that’s our ride out of here.”
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“We’ve found the Bridle,” Kara said. “Time to head somewhere else to find the next item.”
“Then we don’t get to celebrate? All three of us?” he asked, smiling at Sophie.
“I’d love to,” Kara said with feeling. “Trust me, Sophie, it would be worth it.” She sighed as she looked at the spinning circle of light. “But I think we need to move along.”
Chaurion bent his massive horse's head. “Then I hope our paths cross again, Kara Lofts. Farewell to you.” He bowed to Sophie. “And to you, Miss Sophie.”
Kara and Sophie turned and, hand in hand, stepped into the glowing portal. There was a short burst of light before they stumbled on to hard, wet rock, rain lashing down upon them.
“Shit!” Kara cried, automatically stepping into the cave they’d seen through the portal, if only to get out of the downpour. She looked ahead and found the cave was lit by some sort of phosphorescent lichen growing on the walls -- it wasn’t exactly torchlight, but it was enough to see by.
“Looks like we’re heading in, then?” Sophie asked from beside her.
“Looks like it,” Kara agreed. She paused as Sophie hugged her.
“Thank you for saving me. I knew you would, but it was still scary in there.”
“Of course I’d come for you,” Kara said. “I love you, you know.”
They kissed and held each other for a moment, their huge tits pressing against each other through their now thin, ragged T-shirts. It seemed the longer they roamed this world, the more dilapidated their clothing became.
“It’s a shame you didn’t get to sample Chaurion,” Kara said with a grin. “You would have really liked him.”
“Well maybe we’ll both get lucky wherever this cave leads to,” Sophie said.
Stepping further into the cave, they found themselves at the top of a rough-hewn set of steps that led downward and around the edge of the cave, twisting away out of sight around the rocky walls. The steps were shallow and the gradient small so they had no trouble walking down them despite the rain that ran in from outside. After five or ten minutes, the cave opened out, the roof rising up and opening to the sky above so that they were at the bottom of a cylinder of rock, lit by the now clearing sky above. Before them was a large, still pool, the rain having ceased during their walk, and between it and them was a flat stretch of wet, reddish brown clay. Moored at the side of the pool was a small rowing boat.
“Now what?” Sophie asked.
“Not sure,” Kara said. “I can’t see any other way out -- should we head to the boat?”
“I guess so,” Sophie said, looking out across the clay. “I wonder how deep this is?” she asked, gingerly putting a foot out and sinking in up to her ankle.
“Not too bad, then?” Kara asked, doing the same. The next step she took sent her foot in a few more inches. As she tried to pull her foot back out, she could feel the clay gripping her boot and had to really struggle to get it back. They both returned to the base of the steps.
“We’re going to lose our boots if we continue like this,” Kara said. She looked around again, confirming there was nothing else around. Their path, it seemed, was across the mud flat and towards the boat.
“Boots off, then?” Sophie said, sitting on the steps and taking her boots off, Kara following suit. They each tied their laces together and slung them around their necks, their footwear resting against their big tits.
Kara stepped out into the mud and, within just a couple of steps, was up to her knees, arms outstretched to keep her balance. Sophie followed, trying to stay on the same path as her friend, the pair of them struggling to make any headway after five or six steps.
“Fuck, this stuff’s really getting deeper,” Kara said as her next awkward step sank her up to her mid-thigh.
“Should we head baaaaaaaaaaaack!” Sophie yelled, her balance failing her, sending her flat on to her back with a loud SPLAT! mud flying everywhere. “Ah, shit,” she said.
Kara couldn’t help herself and started to laugh.
“A little help here?” Sophie called. As Kara reached for her friend, she noticed Sophie’s legs had come free of the clay and that she seemed to be floating on the surface rather than sinking in to it.
Rather than pull Sophie up, Kara let herself fall forward, face first into the mud. Sure enough, her legs popped free and she was able to half slide, half swim over to Sophie.
“Hey, look at this,” Kara said as she slid next to her, kissing her on the lips as she did. “Looks like we just need to distribute our weight a bit more.”
“Yeah, and get covered in mud in the process,” Sophie said, kissing her back. She reached up and pulled her down, kissing her deeply, their tongues sliding into each other’s mouths. “Mmmm, we should probably get to the boat -- but this clay feels nice and warm -- and it feels like months since I’ve had you.”
“I know what you mean,” Kara said. She paused for a moment and then, with some difficulty, managed to stand up again, slipping into the clay up to her thighs. She took Mordantir’s rucksack off her back and, with a few swings, hurled it over towards the boat, laughing as she heard it thud inside.
“Show off,” Sophie said as Kara turned back to her.
“I didn’t want to risk losing it, that’s all,” Kara said, falling back into the mud beside her lover. They kissed again, the smooth clay squelching between them as they moved together, Kara sliding on top, their huge tits mashing together.
“Mmmm, you feel so good,” Sophie sighed as she ran her slippery hands up Kara’s side, cupping her big mounds. “God I love your tits,” she said, bending her neck and licking the tops of Kara’s jugs as they were pushed out the low neck of her T-shirt.
Sliding around and over each other, Kara managed to pull her T-shirt up to her neck, allowing Sophie to grab her tits and slide lower, sucking at her stiff nipples.
“Aaahhhh yeah -- mmmm, that’s good,” Kara sighed, watching her blonde friend move from one tit to the other. She reached under Sophie’s T-shirt and took a handful of her tits, the warm clay letting her slide effortlessly across her big mounds. Kara pushed her T-shirt out of the way and slid back down, kissing Sophie as their clay-covered tits slid and moved against each other.
“Mmmmm fuck,” Sophie moaned, gasping into Kara’s mouth. “That feels -- better than normal,” she groaned, her nipples hard as rocks.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Kara agreed, loving the feel of Sophie’s slippery tits against her own. “Do you -- mmmmm -- do you think -- ahhhh -- it’s the clay?”
“I think it might be,” Sophie moaned as she felt a small orgasm ripple through her, just by rubbing her tits against Kara’s. She looked up at her. “If it feels this good on our tits,” she said.
“Think how good it’ll feel on our pussies,” Kara finished, grinning at her.
They slipped apart, Kara rolling on to her back, the pair of them using the buoyancy of the clay to remove their leather jackets and trousers, then their T-shirts. Naked and covered in mud, they slid over each other, kissing and touching, using the slick clay as lubricant between them.
“Aaahhhhh fuck yeah!” Sophie moaned as Kara slipped two fingers into her pussy.
“Uuhnnggnn!” Kara groaned as Sophie did the same to her, the pair of them embracing as they finger fucked. Their arms and legs slid around and over each other, the warm clay making every touch more pleasurable.
Sophie rolled on top of her and turned around, dipping her head between Kara’s thighs and feasting on her slippery pussy. Kara reached up and grabbed Sophie’s tight buns, pulling her cunt down on to her waiting mouth, the clay surprisingly tasty.
Sophie paused in her pussy eating as something caught her eye. A column of clay had risen between Kara’s thighs and swayed in front of Sophie’s face, thick and about eight inches long with a rounded head. As she watched, a second, then a third and more began to sprout from the clay. They moved gently, pointing towards Sophie’s face and Kara’s pussy but patiently, for all the world looking as though they were awaiting permission.
“Kara, honey,” Sophie said, slipping off her lover. “I think we have some friends who want to play.”
Kara, still spread-eagled in the mud, managed to get up on to her elbows and look at the weaving clay cocks in front of them.
“Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that’s fucked us in this world,” she said with a smile. She reached down and spread her pussy lips. “Come on, then -- let’s see what you’ve got.”
The clay cocks moved forward, not over the surface but with it, each of them clearly part of the clay itself. Kara groaned as one of them eased into her sopping pussy, lengthening and thickening as it did so, filling her up in moments.
“Oooh fuck -- fuck that’s good!” she sighed. Another clay column grew beside her head and she eagerly opened her mouth, swallowing the bulbous end. More emerged from the clay at her sides, the warm tentacles wrapping around her huge tits, squeezing them and titfucking them at the same time. She groaned around the one in her mouth as she felt another ease into her asshole, it and the one in her pussy beginning to double fuck her in tandem.
“Ohh -- oohhh fuck yeah!” Sophie moaned beside her. She was on all fours, up to her elbows and mid-thighs in clay, being fucked by more of the clay dicks. Several of them had pushed her hanging tits together, allowing two others to slide back and forth in her tight cleavage. One of them slid in and out of her pussy while another wormed into her asshole, pushing deep into her butt.
“Mmmmppffff -- fuck me!” Kara moaned as the tentacles wrapped themselves around her knees and lifted her legs up and together, pulling them gently back so her knees were near her tits. This tilted her hips, leaving her pussy and ass exposed to the clay cocks. A mud tentacle would slide in and out of her twat or her butt hole for a few moments before pulling back and letting another take its place. Others were too eager and darted forward, pushing and sliding against their fellow tentacles. “Oooohhhh fuck yes!” Kara shouted as she felt two slightly smaller tentacles both push into her pussy at the same time. The warmth of the clay, the cocks fucking her and having her cunt double fucked quickly sent her over the edge. She bucked and moaned as she came hard, the cocks cramming in and out of her.
“Aaahhhh -- ahh God -- yes!” Sophie cried beside her as the tentacles slid over and around her, fucking her with long, slow strokes before speeding up and stuffing themselves into her holes. Sophie’s eyes went wide as she felt a huge clay cock slide into her asshole, stretching it out as the slickened length eased inside. At the same time, another big cock replaced the one in her pussy, the two thick shafts pushing into her body, filling her up before they started moving back and fore. “Fucking hell!” was all she could manage before another cock rubbed at her lips, asking to be sucked. She opened her mouth and took it inside, feeling herself cum as she was fucked in every hole.
The busty red head and her blonde lover lay or knelt in the clay surrounded and being fucked by thick tentacles. Those that couldn’t find a willing hole, hand or pair of tits contented themselves with rubbing all over their slippery bodies, sliding over their flesh as the two women came over and over.
“Mmmmppffff!” Sophie managed as the cock in her mouth came unexpectedly, a creamy deposit of surprisingly sweet cum splashing over her tongue. Despite swallowing automatically, the cock continued shooting and she was forced to move back, letting it fall from her lips and send the remaining dozen or so shots of pale green cum over her face.
As though triggered by the first, in rapid succession, all the others started cumming. Sophie felt first her ass then her pussy deluged in thick, heavy spurts of jizz, filling her up almost instantly, the cocks sliding out of her holes and shooting over her body. The others between her tits shuddered as they unleashed their load, joined by those tentacles surrounding her. In seconds, she was covered by a thick coating of pale green jism that clung to her skin and flattened her blonde hair against her head.
Beside her, Kara coughed as the tentacle in her mouth unloaded, quickly followed by the others that were fucking her. Sophie managed to move across to her and knelt back between her legs as the two tentacles in Kara’s twat shook and came at the same time. She grabbed them as they shot their loads, pulling them free of her cunt and sucking them both, taking their sweet jizz in her mouth. As the others continued cumming, now spurting over Kara’s tits and body, Sophie moved up and pulled the cock from Kara’s mouth, kissing her and swapping her mouthful of cum.
“Mmmmm, fuck that’s tasty,” Kara said, swallowing Sophie’s cum-kiss. Time and again the cocks around them came, the pair of them deluged in the light green jelly-like cum.
As the clay cocks wilted and sank back into the ground, Kara and Sophie took turns licking the cum from each other’s faces and tits before slipping back into a sixty-nine and eating as much of the jizz as they could from their cunts.
Finally full, but still streaked with spunk, they managed to stand and head toward the water’s edge. Using the boat as support, they washed off as much of the cum as they could, kissing and stroking each other as they did.
“Where are our clothes?” Sophie asked once they were as clean as they were going to be.
They both looked at the clay but their jackets, trousers, boots and everything else were gone.
“Shit. They must have sunk into the clay,” Kara said. “Just as well I threw the rucksack into the boat.”
“So now what?”
“I’m not sure. Get in the boat, I suppose.” She smiled at her friend. “Think you can keep your hands off me if we’re naked?”
“I can’t promise that,” Sophie said with a laugh. Together, they climbed into the boat and, using one of the oars within, pushed themselves off from the clay shore, heading further out to the centre of the cave’s lake and whatever lay ahead.
