Centaur Stud 2: Studs Only (Patreon)

There was a comment in the original story (yes there was an original story) asking about a chapter of male characters fuckin’ the centaur boi. Turns out people voted for that as I rarely think about doing m/m stories myself. Took a bit to find the pace, but honestly deciding to do what I do with the orc twink character really sealed it all for me on where to go with it. For some reason, femboy orcs seem real trendy in some circles.

Friendly reminder that I’ll totally write bullying stories, but Seb is super onboard with all of this. Mentioned it at the end of the last story, but he knows he can stop any of this. He just starts thinking with his dick too quickly and people are all way too eager to get him started.

Sebastian felt the same relief as everyone else when the bell rang for lunch. He slipped his large equine body out of his specialized desk and let most of his classmates leave before he trotted out after them. Miss Helmcleave flashed him a wink on his way out, triggering another of the blonde haired, blonde furred centaur’s blushing fits. It was all he could do to keep his famously massive horse cock from swelling up beneath his blanket-like sash. There was no end to the women around his school that wanted another taste of his manhood.

As he walked towards the cafeteria, he was reminded that it wasn’t just the women that wanted him. A firm hand slapped his fuzzy flank and stroked its way down his tail. It sent a shiver up Sebastian’s spine from fur to hair. One of his legs instinctively clopped against the floor as a grinning halfling walked past his startled body. His low posture let his roaming hand caress along his underbelly and brush past his balls.

“Hey there, kickstand! Thought I heard that dick draggin’ down the hall!”

Miles was a copper-skinned halfling with the usual short and round build that came with his species. Some bushy black hair went down to his chest and a small pair of half-moon glasses framed his sharp green eyes. He wore baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt with “I’d rather be gaming” across the front. Despite being less than half Seb’s size and a fraction of his weight, the femmy centaur found himself blushing from his confidence and knowingly perverted grin.

It certainly helped that Miles, like so many other students at his school, had made Seb cum his brains out on more than one occasion.

“H-hey, Miles. How’s things?” the quadrupedal fuckboi asked timidly.

Shy or not, his lengthy erection was already starting to peek out from beneath his horse blanket. Miles snickered and gave his balls an affectionate pat, which just made his cock perk up more.

“Oh, not bad. Just wanted to check in on my most hung homie and see how yer hangin’. Looks like you’re dealin’ with some heavy baggage about now.”

His thick and nimble fingers kept subtly brushing against Seb’s cock and thigh, making him slow his walk even further and leaving him easy pickings for the seductive halfling.

“Why don’t you let me give ya a hand with that?”

“Oh! Uh, you really don’t have to. And besides, it’s lunch time, right? Gotta uh… carb up or whatever. For gym and all?”

Seb gave a nervous laugh. Miles smiled up at him casually, clearly unconvinced. He cupped his hand underneath the centaur’s shaft. He mewled quietly and let Miles tug it lightly to the left. His body turned like his dick was his rudder, following his lead completely.

“Don’t worry about it, dude. I’ll make sure I fill ya up plenty.”

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By now, Seb had noticed an abundance of blind corners and rarely used halls in his school. He became familiar with them as he was always being led to one or the other for his secretive hookups. This was one of the less common cases when he was the one on his knees. Mile had dropped his pants and his huge, firm erection bobbed out in front of his face. He wasn’t as big as Sebastian, but he was still impressed that it almost came close on such a tiny classmate. He blushed heavily at the sight and scent of the musky halfling dick, feeling like it was much more impressive than his own. Seb’s erection twitched against his underbelly, a speck of precum starting from the embarrassment alone.

“What are you waitin’ for, Seb? It’s lunch time, right?” Miles intoned.

He brought his hands to either side of Seb’s hair. He didn’t even need to actually pull as the submissive centaur followed his lead and lowered his head. He opened his mouth and took Miles’ dick gently between his lips, starting to gingerly lick and suck around the head. The smaller but more dominant boy ran his hands through Seb’s hair approvingly, sending another shiver down his spine.

“There you go. Must get tired of everyone playing with that draggin’ animal dick. Doesn’t this feel better?” Miles purred with a wicked playfulness to his voice.

Seb mewled again, nodding slightly. It bobbed his head, making Miles’ prick bounce along with it as he rubbed his lips over it. The halfling grunted appreciatively, taking the centaur’s head and pulling him further into his lap. Seb’s mouth gave a muffled, wet gasp as he swallowed down half his dick in one go. Having to literally stoop so low to service the halfling made it especially humiliating, making his equine belly press down on his erection as it ground against the floor.

“Mmm~! Damn, you’re really into this one,” Miles accused, grinning down at the blushing blonde.

“They must’ve really got you worked up before I got to ya. I barely even had to touch you to get you sucking this hog.”

Seb breathed and blushed heavier at his teasing. As large a creature as he was, his upper body was effectively a slender human. He could barely fit half the halfling’s cock in his mouth, making its fat head shift and press against the inside of his cheek. His moaning drool ran down its length as Miles kept humping his face, bumping it into his cheek and tonsils and anywhere else it could bend to go as deep as possible. Seb gasped and struggled to swallow as the thick cock reached his throat.

“Come on, dude. Just breathe through your nose. You got this,” Miles assured him, stroking the sweating blonde’s hair.

“C’mon. Move up to your knees a little. Lemme help ya out.”

Seb gave a few submissive squeaks as he moved his front legs up to rest on his knees. It made him bend over further to keep Mile’s cock in his mouth, but the shorter dom rewarded his obedience. He slid his stubby leg under Seb’s furry body. It didn’t have to reach far for his toes to tease over the dripping tip of the centaur’s dick. Halfling feet naturally grew a layer of hair on the top, but Miles was part of the common trend of shaving them smooth.

“Oh damn! You’re REAL bad!” Miles laughed at his sensitive erection.

Seb just mewled loudly through his mouthful of cock. The embarrassment only made him harder, so just the brush of the strong little toes made the horseman’s cock twitch and spurt out a glob of precum. Miles smirked down at him and ground his hips closer until his warm balls rested at the centaur’s lower lip. Even just the smell of the horny halfling made Seb’s back hoof grind and twitch against the floor as he moaned for more.

“Mm, just like that. Whatever you’re doing with that tongue,” Miles grunted, his own dick swelling and leaking down Seb’s throat.

“Keep it up, man. You’re such a good little beta stud. You just love havin’ a fat dick in you, don’t you? See what a real man tastes like, you four-legging slut?”

The shorter boy’s dirty talk made Seb squirm and shudder, squeezing his eyes shut as he let himself soak in the taste of halfling shaft and the seductive purr of his insults. His brain felt like it shut down as his mouth closed around the cock and sucked harder, whimpering needily as he drooled down his chin. Seb gave a soft gagging noise as he tensed up. He felt Miles’ balls tighten against him before he actually came gushing down his throat. Seb shivered as he nearly choked on it all, but he started working it down in soft, noisy gulps. His horse cock twitched in a rather meek orgasm, spitting thick white globs out at Miles’ feet.

“Mmmm, damn. With a mouth like that, you’re a waste of a cock like that,” the halfling sighed.

He took his dick back out of Sebastian’s mouth, wiping any lingering spit and cum off on his cheek. Seb blushed beneath the fresh coat of juices, biting his lip in excited embarrassment. His own leaking dick was still long and hard in its constant expectation for more. His stiffly mounted forelegs were all that kept him from flopping over on the smaller boy.

“Well keep that mouth wet and open for the next time I see ya,” Miles beamed impishly, patting Seb firmly on the shoulder.

The centaur humbly hunched his shoulders and nodded.

“Yea… seeya then,” he muttered with a sheepish smile.

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Seb wandered off back towards the cafeteria. His lower body was much stronger than the rest of him so it carried him better than one would have expected with his head spinning like it was. He could still smell Miles’ scent on him and he hoped nobody would notice his notable dickbreath. Maybe he could cover it up once he actually ate something.

“Hey, man.”

Seb tensed up just from being addressed at all, thinking he knew where this was going. He quickly recognized the familiar voice and loosened up again, letting his flicking tail drop as he turned to smile awkwardly at Turk.

“Oh. Heya. Just uh… distracted,” Seb excused.

“Got fucked again?”

“Yeaaaa…”

“It’s tough being hot, right?”

As the twinkiest orc in school, Turk felt like the most sympathetic person in school from Seb’s point of view. He was clearly orcish, but he had some unclear dash of elf or human or maybe even goblin to him. Sebastian never thought to ask.

He was probably the absolute skinniest orc that Seb had ever seen, barely taller and thicker than a normal human teenager. He had some bulk around his hips and thighs but he was largely smooth and slender, with just some lean muscle here and there. His tusks were small but noticeable past his pouty lips, and he wore his dark, bluish-black hair with one side shaved and the rest hanging over the other side. Dark green eyes went nicely with his paler, tree frog green skin, and he wore skimpy clothes to show off his surprisingly girlish figure. He wore some tight jeans that hugged his juicy ass with a high-cut tank top to expose his smooth, toned belly. He even wore some makeup and painted his nails a dark purple. Seb might have been the most sought after boy in school, but Turk was more of the type to literally ask for it.

“In my case, it’s tough having junk the size of your torso,” Seb sighed.

“Ohhh don’t be like that. It’s adorable and so are you,” Turk assured him.

He patted Seb on the back and the centaur shivered. It was a sweet spot right below the thick cluster of muscles that linked his top and lower halves. It was a general pain to reach back there for all but the most flexible centaurs, and Turk seemed to know how to massage it just right. Turk raised his thinly groomed eyebrows at him as he gave a gentle moan.

“STILL wound up, huh? How many has it been today?”

“Four,” Seb sighed.

“Damn. And you’re still hard? You’re a stallion, you know that, Seb?”

“Oh, I know. They all tell me.”

He tugged at his horse blanket, trying to cover up his reswelling erection. Turk nodding knowingly and gave a firm, relieving rub at Seb’s lower back.

“Wanna use the locker room? I know it’s hard for me to eat anything when I’m hard as a tusk.”

Seb glanced at the clock. They did give the students pretty long lunches at his school.

“Can it be a quick one?”

Turk raised his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

“You want it quick? Cuz I can get you quick.”

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“MMF! Yea! Yes, stud daddy! Horsie-ride me harder!” Turk squeaked out in husky gasps.

“That’sabitmuchbutthanks,” Seb moaned as he kept pounding his femmy friend’s ass.

Turk was downright scrawny for an orc but he was still as sturdy as one. His plump green ass stuck out behind him as he leaned up against the lockers, taking Seb’s dick nearly up to the hilt. The centaur couldn’t tell if it was too shallow or too tight to get all the way in but it still felt amazing.

Seb had his forelegs mounted on the lockers just beside Turk’s head. His smooth, warm fuzzy body pressed against the slutty orc boi’s back, grinding steadily as they both humped in time with each other. Turk had stripped down completely, exposing his smooth green body with its sparse darker patches of spots.The lean and tight muscles of the twinky orc pulsed here and there as he writhed in pleasure from the filling cock.

Seb could see Turk enjoying himself all the while. He kept shutting his eyes and moaning, looking hot as always. He was jerking himself off, pumping his sleek green dick. It was especially small compared to Seb, and even below average for his size, but he handled it so confidently when he’d peeled it out of his black thong. Seb found himself feeling jealous, if nothing else because it was something he could literally keep in his pants if he wanted.

Turk started bouncing his ass against Seb’s dick, his cheeks lightly batting against the edges. The horseman took a few deep, heavy gasps as his eyes glazed over, finishing inside the plump orc ass. Turk gave a short wincing sound before he quivered, letting out a long and listless gasp. The flood of horse cum warming his bowels had him gripping the lockers for balance. His ass clenched tightly before finally easing up and letting Seb slide back out. His hefty shaft was still warm and wet with lube and his own semen.

“I know you don’t think you’re lucky to have that thing, Seb,” Turk moaned wearily as he kept slowly rubbing his erection.

“But I’m sure glad you’ve got it. Feelin’ better?”

Seb’s hooves found purchase and steadied himself on the locker room floor. He nodded wearily, his shirtless humanoid form just starting to work up a sweat.

“Yea… yea that should keep it out of my way through lunch. I think.”

“Sweet. I’m gonna wrap up here. Just need a sec and I’ll…”

Turk had slid to his knees, starting to jerk off a bit more intently. That was when they heard the footsteps. Too late, they looked up as two of the bigger football players in their school invaded their apparent privacy.

Burg Stone and Romlan “Ramrod” Albick were a minotaur and centaur respectively. Unlike Sebastian, Romlan looked like what people expected of a centaur. Muscular and thickly built all over both halves of his body with some light body hair and a thin beard growing in. He had a large, clydesdale-like lower half with thick, shaggy fur of a dark brown color. His short hair itself was a dark shade of blonde, with a pair of thick ram horns folding back past his skull. Most centaurs didn’t grow horns, but some more mountainous breeds were known to bear them. It just made the jock even more intimidating and impressive to Seb.

Burg was a lumbering manbeast of a minotaur. Deep, dark black fur covered most of his body and veiled most of his eyes. Two pearly horns grew from the sides of his head, arcing back inward to their dulled points (school policy) a bit in front of his eyebrows. Both of them were still dressed as they came in on the naked femboys.

“Thought I heard you two fuckboys talkin’ in here,” Burg noted in his deep, low voice.

He said it with some genuine pleasure to his tone. The jocks had amused grins on their face, but not with the malice behind them of actual bullies. Seb and his monster horse dick had been a source of pleasure for various school athletes. Romlan even approached Seb with an outstretched, muscular arm for a handshake. Seb took and squeezed it, feeling even more emasculated by his firm show of friendship.

Burg had similarly approached Turk. He offered the kneeling orc a hand to get back up, but he enjoyed staying where he was. The green twink eyed up the twitching middle of the minotaur’s pants.

“You good, man?” Burg offered. “Or you guys need a hand with somethin’?”

“Actually… I’m needin’ it pretty bad,” Turk admitted with a purr to his voice.

He flashed a cute, tusked smile as his smooth body pulsed from its underlying muscle tightening with excitement. He ran a hand up the bovine brute’s leg, making sure to brush his delicate fingers along the edge of his outlined bulge.

“Well why didn’t you say so? We’d be glad to help ya out,” Romlan asked. The centurion receiver patted Seb on his bare back, getting him to squeak mildly from his chummy physical affection.

“I mean I didn’t…” Seb started to mutter, but he swallowed as his boner started to cut him off with its usual unwelcome growth.

“I got ya, man,” Burg assured Turk.

The minotaur lineman knelt down and cupped him by the back of his ass and thighs. The femmy orc gave a quick coo in surprise as he was lifted off his feet and raised on his strong and steady arms. Burg’s shaggy muzzle parted and stuffed Turk’s cock into his mouth, slurping and smacking noisily as he sucked him off. The orc broke into a nearly musical moan as he gripped Burk by the horns, humping rhythmically against his face to welcome the oral attention.

Seb found himself turned around by the helpful but firm hands of Rom. The horned centaur shed his own draped garment before reaching around the danitier one’s upper body. His hands roamed over his chest, teasing at Seb’s nipples and neck. His breathing started to pick up rapidly while his neatly braided tail flicked anxiously. Rom cupped his chin and turned his upper body back, kissing the more feminine centaur firmly on the mouth. Seb let out another muffled squeak as he felt Rom’s own equine shaft growing behind him. Its firm head bumped against his furry thighs and aching balls, but even the nickname Ramrod came with his position on the football team. Seb was more hung than the studly athlete, and even then he was the bottom bitch of the situation.

It left Seb wondering how he’d got pulled into this position. Turk had still been horny from their own time together, and the frail orc boy was gyrating as he rolled his hips between the minotaur’s hands and face. It wasn’t taking much to get him ready to finish up, and it looked like Burg knew what he was doing with his lips and thick tongue.

Somewhere in all that, Romlan took it upon himself to mount the femmy centaur. He blushed as the bigger jock mounted his flank, forcing him to lean forward and press his forelegs lower to the ground. He looked completely submissive like this, if not like a mare in heat with his ass up like it was. He felt Rom’s smaller dick probe around beneath his tail before sticking itself into his ass. Seb’s voice became a quivering mess of mewls and half-started words as he was taken from behind. His heftier cock went unused as it bobbed around beneath his fuzzy belly, smacking against it as Romlan’s humping grew more intense. His balls slapped against Seb’s fuzzy ass while his forelegs rested draped over his midsection.

“Damn, that’s good… you’ve got that sweet fuckable mare’s ass, you know that?” Rom grunted out a compliment.

Seb bit his lip and let out a negative squeak, shaking his head. Most races didn’t even think about his horse-like ass, especially when his giant dick was popping out constantly. It gave him all sorts of mixed feelings to hear it.

“It’s so good, bro. So nice and tight!”

Seb mewled beneath him, having to wonder how tight it would be if he was the one inside Rom instead. He might have felt jealous of Turk for knowing what he wanted and asking for it if he weren’t already too aroused to think straight with a jock’s horse cock pounding his prostate.

Seb barely noticed when Turk let out a long and needy moan. His lithe body arched with gymnast’s muscles as he shot his load over and into Burg’s mouth. He quickly lapped it up, if nothing else clearly not wanting to get any of the excess cum sticking to his fur. Turk shuddered and leaned into him, cradling and kissing his face as he seemed ready to fall asleep right there in his afterglow.

Burg seemed to pick up on this and that the green femboy was out for the time being. He set him back down against the locker as he turned his fuzz-covered gaze towards Seb. The (mostly) smaller centaur’s eyes went wide as Burg lumbered towards him, undoing his pants as he approached. It made Seb’s eyes go even wider when his erection was revealed; not as long as his own, but absolutely massive. Much wider and more swollen with girth than Seb’s as well. The equine femboy gawked at the sight of it, and his heavy breathing picked up on the bovine bruiser’s musk from across the lockerroom.

He got an up close and personal sample as Burg took his gawking as an invitation. He shoved his fuzzy dick and balls into his face, smearing over it with some damp precum and warm sweat. Being used by the two hung studs wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but with most classmates looking for his cock it felt both exciting and demeaning to be treated this way. He shivered as his panting mouth licked clumsily over Burg’s bull dick, practically making out with it in his helpless haze of lust. He let out a long and muffled moan, his eyes rolling as the bull’s hefty balls squashed over his face and smothered him in the subtly shifting flesh.

“We are so damn lucky to have sluts like this at our school,” Burg sighed before he shoved his cock past Seb’s lips.

The centaur immediately started to drool and gag, his gawking mouth struggling to get the fat head deeper than an inch or two. It was so wide that it seemed to fill up his mouth and it was Burg’s hardness alone that kept it from being bothered by his scraping teeth. He pulled on Seb’s hair like a delicate handle, forcing his head to bob back and forth to inch its way further down his dick. The sweaty fur of his crotch generated more of that mind-numbing musk, leaving Seb’s head spinning as he moaned and drooled pathetically. The jocks were using him as they pleased, filling him up on both ends and penetrating him like a rival team’s defensive line.

Seb couldn’t do much as he was rocked between them. His human and horse halves alike were pounded deep like the boys’ cocks were trying to meet each other somewhere around his stomach. It filled him with pulsing muscle like he’d never felt before and for a few fuzzy moments, he felt like he understood why everyone was dying to get a piece of his manhood. He didn’t fall unconscious but he felt himself fall into a warm, lusty haze until his rolling tongue moaned around its mouthful of cock. His pulsing prostate was finally hammered enough to give up and fire off his seed, spilling messily over the floor.

The jocks took it as a sure sign he was enjoying himself and went in a bit rougher. Rom went on humping hard until his hot seed flooded Seb’s ass like it was trying to knock him up. Burg stroked himself off, his beefy cock smearing and slapping at Seb’s face rapidly until it shot a thick, meaty load over his face and hairless chest. The boys let out their own grunts and moans as they pulled back and spurted out some parting shots, caking his flank and face with their jizz. Seb just groaned weakly and slumped to the floor, carelessly letting his equine body rest in the mix of all three of their juices.

“Fuuuuck yea. Needed that myself,” Rom grunted, stretching out his muscular arms.

“I’m gonna sneak in a shower before lunch is over. You guys are welcome to join us, if ya want.”

“Can’t… can’t take any more…” Seb muttered dizzily, even as his erection seemed to twitch like it was considering it.

“Nah, man. Just a shower. I’m done,” Burg chuckled lowly. “I don’t know how I’d think straight if I was nutting more than once in a school day.”

Turk giggled distantly, still in a bit of a daze himself. He raised an eager hand, sorting out his clothes before heading for the showers. Seb would follow, but he needed a minute to sort things out in his head. For a boy who hadn’t even gotten to eating his lunch yet, he was feeling surprisingly… full.