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***This choose-your-own TF experience has a ton of conversation and sex scene options. This is one of the playthroughs for the intro presented as a story so you can experience what this erotic choose-your-own adventure is like firsthand. ^_^***

Wandering into the fey forest, you meet a kinky herm centaur that needs your attention.

Your New Name Intro Playthrough B [1/2]

by Zmeydros

(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)

The outdoor brick fire pit at the Tom-Lynn Bed and Breakfast is no longer chasing away the morning chill. Only a few isolated flames are still burning amongst the coals and you're the only witness when the soft morning breeze nearly extinguishes them. All the other guests have left to shop in town or hike in nearby state parks. Life had left you bereft of motivation before this vacation and deciding what to do after the flames go out feels like a mighty chore. So you wish for the fire to hang in there a bit longer.

But the flames last less than a minute more before a gust of wind strong enough to cause trees to groan behind you, extinguishes them and leaves behind thin ribbons of smoke drifting up from a disheveled pile of glowing coals. You blink as a second gust dries out your eyes and causes another louder groan. Turning to look over your shoulder, you find two tree branches that make an elegant arch rubbing against each other. Below where they cross is a path into the woods that you swear wasn't there before. It winds amongst ferns and tree trunks, disappearing into foliage so lush and green that you feel energized simply by gazing upon it.

A wooden sign next to the entrance of the path is written in a whimsical curly script that says, "Warning: Do Not Enter Fairy Circles."

As you get up to investigate, you knock your mug off the wide wooden arm of your chair, spilling the last of your hot cocoa into the soft grass as it lands. After briefly mourning the lost hot cocoa, you pick up the mug and set it on a tray with some other dirty dishes. When you turn back to the woods, you can't find the path or the wooden sign. Even walking around the periphery of where the meadow meets the forest yields nothing.

Deciding to go back to your room and find something to do with the rest of your day, you take a couple steps toward the bed and breakfast. Your eyes glance briefly at the intricate pattern amongst the glowing coals before another gust hits, nearly knocking you off your feet. The groan from the touching tree branches is so loud that you look to see if the branches are breaking and see the path is once again under them. Not wanting to lose track of it, you dash toward it. The closer you get, the more the wind pushes at your back until you're stumbling over your own feet, barely able to stay upright. But when you set foot on the path, which is made of pinkish sand, everything becomes quiet. No wind, no creaking, only the sound of distant birds calling to each other.

The moist breath of the forest caresses every inch of you, carrying a verdant mossy scent to your nose. Towering above you are ancient trees with gnarled branches and surrounding you is a plethora of ferns. Some have trunks under them, some have spiral heads, several contain dizzying fractals in their leaf patterns, and ones that are shaped like antlers, growing on the trunks of trees all around you. Off to the sides of the path are mossy patches in every shade of green imaginable. A smattering of tiny hills that make up the terrain never quite let you set your feet down flat.

Despite it being the most beautiful forest you've ever seen, there's nothing supernatural about it to match the oddness of how you found the path. That is, until you spot a twelve-foot-wide circle of six-inch-high mushrooms whose colors make up the rainbow. As you marvel at this, a million little points of light coalesce into the shape of a centaur with a unicorn horn protruding from just above the hairline on her forehead. She's now standing in the center, completely naked and sporting white fur on her horse half. It's an odd white, though. From one angle her white fur shades to teal at the base, from another angle, the hair shades to pink at the base. Accentuating this effect is her hair and tail which shade from a light teal to pink at the ends. Her horn is every color at the same time, but unstable. When you move your eyes, you see a rainbow. As she stretches and flicks her tail, your eyes are drawn up to her round breasts and then down to her huge, pendulous balls.

Most of her long hair is wavy and hanging behind her head as it gently drifts as if there's a constant slight breeze and the rest of her hair forms two little rivers that run down past her pointy ears and frame her face. Looking into your eyes, she says, "Good day to you, gorgeous."

Thinking there's no way you're seeing what you think you're seeing, you rub your eyes and then look to see she's still standing there. Then you step closer to the periphery of the fairy circle, trying to spot a seam or some other evidence that she's in an elaborate costume.

"You're not dreaming or hallucinating, you're really seeing a magical unicorn centaur," she says.

--> You stare at her with no idea how to respond. <--

There's an awkward silence as she stares right back.

--> You apologize about the fact you're struggling to believe what you're seeing. <--

"If you touched me, you'd know that I'm quite real," she says. "Come here and see for yourself."

--> When you go to take a step, you realize you'd have to enter the fairy circle to get to her. You stop and ask her about the sign. <--

"What an obedient human you are." She chuckles. "We put up that sign to prevent people from trampling our mushrooms. Just be careful stepping over them and all will be right as rain."

--> You step into the fairy circle. <--

She's easily a foot and a half taller than you, having that powerful equine body under her human torso. As you step over the ring of mushrooms, a giddy rush of energy hits you, like everything is new again. The scents of honey and dry grass coming from her are so inviting that you stand closer to her than you normally would for someone you just met.

With her hand, she grabs your upper arm and guides your hand to the fur just below her naked belly. "See? I'm as real as you are."

You can feel her warmth as well as the strong muscles that move her forelegs as you slide your hand over her soft and velvety horse fur. Something about her scent draws your face closer. When you breathe it in your nipples harden and your crotch tingles, your whole body heating up. You catch yourself just before you moan and stand up straight again.

"I can sense your desire, human, and I want to empower it." She trots in a semicircle, turning her back end toward you before lifting her tail. Now on full display is her equine donut of a pucker and below it is a beautiful, pink tear-drop-shaped mare pussy complete with a big equine clit. Her wetness is trickling down from her muff all the way to her heavy balls and then dripping to the ground.

You're speechless as you look upon this herm centaur's goods.

After doing a happy little spin where you see the pink head of her horsecock poking out of her sheath as she walks back up to you, she says, "Pretty hot, aren't I?"

Blushing deeply, you nod.

She runs her fingers through your hair fondly until she puts her hand under your chin and looks into your eyes. "Want to have a little fun? A nymph was teasing me all morning and I'm in need of some intimate attention."

You turn pink from head to toe, tingles running down your extremities. Her scent is stronger than ever and it's tugging on your instincts, making your crotch throb incessantly.

"You'd have the right to say you've banged a centaur, and it won't even cost you one penny." She grins. "Get those clothes off so we can play."

It's a bit chilly, but you can't bear to deny her. Whatever's going on, this is a chance you can't pass up. Working to expose your upper body, your heart races. When you pull down your pants and underwear, you shiver a bit from the fresh forest air hitting your crotch.

--> You can't stop thinking about her thick shaft. <--

"Satisfy your oral fixation by cleaning up the pre on my stallion's length," she says.

You get under her and the thick scent of her stallion equipment draws you to her sheath. The wide pink head of her cock is sticking just clear of it.

"Go on, she's excited to meet you," she says as another inch of her prick slides out.

You lean in and lick a bead of pre off of her cum hole, feeling her dick's warmth against your tongue and this effervescent tingle that permeates your neck. Her pre is sweet, a bit like honey, and you need more. She grunts and thrusts her dick forward, inches of her shaft pushing out of her sheath. You grab her dick to steady yourself. Opening your mouth quite wide, you manage to get the blunt head in there. Then her horse dick is sliding atop your tongue as she gasps and starts bucking her hips. Her sweet and salty pre dribbles into your mouth as you encourage her gigantic shaft to come out and play with your hands.

She's so big that you're forced to back up to stay at the end of her prick, which is over twenty inches long by the time it's completely deployed. Sucking on her dick, you can just barely reach her balls which are bigger than your fists. As you play with their weight, she thrusts hard enough into your mouth that they start to swing. You suck and run your tongue over the underside of her shaft as you move both your hands back to her length.

Shoving her dick down your throat, she whinnies and pres. Then she pulls back and slams back in, rutting your throat. It's strange: your body is cooperating despite her size and you've been feeling invigorated ever since you walked up to her.

"Fuck, human! You're really good at this and I'm getting clo-OOH!-se," she whinnies and thrusts uncontrollably before slowing down and saying, "Mmm, I'm trying to decide whether I want to spill my essence deep inside you or down your throat."

You stop to ask her how it's possible she could fit inside you.

"I'm a fairy and I can bend the rules," she says.

--> Your mouth salivates, if her pre tastes that delicious, her load must be unimaginable. <--

"Open wide, human," she says. "I'm gonna give you a drink you'll never forget."

Grabbing hold of her dick, you open wide. She grunts and thrusts way deeper than before. You struggle to believe what's happening: you're deep-throating a full-sized stallion dick and somehow you're not out of breath. You can feel what you think is the prickle of magic traveling through her shaft and into you as she starts going harder.

"I love sluts like you so much!" she says.

Your throat is bulging as she puts her weight behind her thrusts, giving you inch after inch of her dick. Soon, a foot and a half of her thick pole is breeding your face, popping her medial ring in and out of your mouth. Since her balls are within easy reach, you fondle them as they swing, admiring the supple sac that encases them and their sheer size, each one more than a handful.

"Be ready, I'm--HAAH! more productive than any stallion!" She slams her dick in as far as she can, her flare expanding deep in your abdomen. Then she whinnies as she spurts her load into your stomach.

As your stomach swells to contain her incredible, thick load, you feel sparks of pleasure dance across your skin. The intensity has your heart pounding and your whole body feeling warm. Pride wells up in you as she keeps cumming, moaning, and making little thrusts. She keeps thrusting lightly long after she's finished cumming, extracting every bit of pleasure she can. You've thoroughly pleasured a centaur with your comparatively small human body, which feels freaking awesome!

After she's finally spent, she pulls out carefully until her half-hard dick flops out of you, a stream of cum quickly pooling on the ground. "I rarely meet humans that are that hungry for a stallion-mare's length. Tell me, how did I taste?"

Her sweet grassy honey flavor with a salty bite at the end is lingering in your mouth. You blush and fidget, not used to answering this sort of question. It's unclear whether your voice will even work after what just happened. Your neck feels like it's still recovering from what she just did to you.

"Don't go all shy on me now. Answer my question," she says, backing up so she can look down at you.

Your face is a mess, her cum is dripping off your chin and slicking up your cheeks. The way she's looking at you, you figure you can't get out of answering her question, so you tell her she tasted very good.

"I wish to taste you as well with both my mouth and my mare parts. Perhaps you'll stay longer?" she asks.

You blush deeply.

"Follow me to the creek so we can get you washed up," she says. "Then, perhaps, we shall engage in further depravity before sending you back to your human life."

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