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1. You walk lopsided away from the room you're in, looking behind you as 8 tentacles shoot out of the floor and start heading for you. You hobble as fast as you can and there's a brief second of utter darkness before the world bursts into light around you. Now you're outside in a grassy meadow, the laws of physics be damned. You're not quite sure what you're doing here but it's better than back there with those nasty looking tentacles, they looked like they'd do a right number on your tight little ass. You look around at the green, green glades. You would've guesses you were in Ireland but there wasn't a pub within 20 miles in any direction that you could see. Just a "Tavern". There's a forest to the left of you, a mountain just past the forest with a large cave entrance and a town straight ahead of you. You note the author is lazy and some of the buildings are on fire, so it's probably not a good time to visit.

Where would you like to go? To go through the forest and up to the mountain, go to section 3.1. To fuck with the author and confound his obvious dismissal of the town, go to section 3.2 to visit the burning town.

3.1. You set off towards the forest, thinking you might be able to procure some edible food items somewhere inside the green depths. It's a pretty typical forest, densely packed wood land with thick green under growth. There's a beaten path that you assume was made by the townsfolk to get through the forest, and be able to find their way back out. It smells of all the wonderful things of nature, wet grass, bluebells and all those other forest floor dwelling plants that take up otherwise good home building land. After a few sharp pains to the foot paw you realize you are in fact totally barefooted, and completely naked. You don't remember ever being dressed actually...

You begin to think of this with your nose in the air, looking at all the lovely dappled, green tinted light as it breaks through the canopy of leaves up above. You're totally unaware of the rustling coming from your sides, your mind discarding this new information as the usual background noise of the forest. However, that very same mind twigs that something might be wrong when you walk chin first into the chest of a very large centaur looking beast. It Snorts at you in an equine way through its blatantly human nostrils and begins to pad gently at the floor with one hoof. The gently sound of the moist path against the hard hoof makes you whine gently in fear.

To attack the large, wild beast, go to section 3.1.1. To try and reason with it, go to 3.1.2. To get the fuck out of dodge, go to 3.1.3.

3.1.1. You look for a solid looking object to beat the creature with and chance upon a rather sturdy looking branch. You run to it as fast as you can and grab it by the thin end whilst the sound of hooves charging grows slowly louder behind you. You waste no time in making a broad swing at the centaur, yelling out your favourite baseball or cricket related pun. You close your eyes for the impact, scared at the possibility of the centaur just charging on and ignoring your attack completely but, as luck would have it, there's a satisfying cracking sounded as the branch makes firm contact with the beast's muscled torso. You open one eye to survey the carnage but, to your chagrin, the crack was the branch, rotted from too many nights on the damp forest floor.

Dropping the weakened branch you put your hands up and slowly sink to your knees in front of the forest creature. It surveys you with a calm look on its undeniably human face... and then it smirks at you, letting out a deep laugh at your pitiful position. The beast lashes out with one fist and leaves you sprawled on the forest floor, yelping out in pain and grabbing your throbbing jaw. You start to drag yourself away from the beast as it draws itself over you and it finally dawns upon you why it knocked you belly down... The large, equine, member dangling between its hind legs was a bit of a clue too. As it starts to crouch down over you, large manhood pressing against your tailhole, you begin to whine and beg for mercy or lube, not wanting that huge member inside you while dry.

The centaur thinks this is hilarious and snorts out some form of laughter before pressing down, hard. Your tailhole doesn't offer as much resistance as you'd have liked, being pulled open almost instantly by the powerful thrust of the horse-man's cock. The finely tuned muscles in his lower body means he can work your ass like his cock was on a pneumatic ram and he takes advantage of this, quickly getting to work at violating your previously tight hole. You squeal and cry out for mercy as he begins to thrust in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, each thrust delivering another few inches of equine shaft into your tailhole. And he was only half way there. The centaur was loving the feel of your tight ass stretching around and clamping down on his thick cock, moaning whenever possible to just rub in your face how you were being used like a common condom.

Daring to look at your belly, you see a bulge smoothly travelling up and down the length of your soft furred stomach, where the horse cock's head has found home in your colon. You bite down on a tree root nearby to stifle your squeals as the centaur continues to rail into your ass, now finally slapping his sheath and crotch against your furry rear, his entire shaft buried in your tight ass and pumping you full of pre. It can't be long now, you think you can feel the horse cock twitch and pulsing in your ass as he takes you, an orgasm surely building in his loins.

The centaur lets loose a strange half-human whiney as it takes another deep lunge into your depths and it's cock bulges out in your rear, quickly starting to fill your ass full of it's thick seed. The nuts you could feel slapping against your ass earlier were massive, so this wasn't going to be finished soon. You patiently whine into the tree root in your mouth as the horse creature shudders above you, emptying gallons of cum into your rear before finally pulling free, still spurting some seed over your back and head in a few powerful blasts. It laughs out triumphantly and walks off, dripping cock slowly receding back into its sheath.

You remain on the floor for a while, breathing heavily, eyes watering slightly as you try and deal with the pain in your ass. Given some time you manage to stumble back onto your feet, wincing slightly as pain shoots across your body from your abused ring, the poor little muscle having some trouble closing back up.

You ramble through the undergrowth wearily now, terrified of what you might come across next. You know these creatures are out here for one thing, and one thing only. Your ass. Whoever was behind all this was so fucked, literally. You were gonna ram them so hard they bleed, like your colon probably should be doing now. You were gonna nail them to a table with a nail gun and then pump molten lead into their arse, then fuck them with the resulting lump of lead. You're gonna get distracted by this train of thought, but thankfully realise your surrounded on all sides by some harpy looking creatures.

They're all hiding in trees, rather ineffectively given their bright colouration, but you make special not that they aren't like the old greek harpies, these ones have distinctly avian features. You raise your arms and...

Scream a war cry (3.1.1.1)

Break down crying and beg for mercy (3.1.1.2)

Bend over and present for them, you know where this is going (3.1.1.3)

3.1.1.1. You gather up all your remaining strength, bunch yourself up, and let out a mighty war cry to a Viking God of your choice. The avians screech and run away from the loud noise, their uncannily sensitive ears ringing from your ear splitting cry.

You look to the tree tops and not that almost every single one has gone. The ones that are left cant their head at you, and then find a large lump of stone in their face, you resorting to chucking stones to scare the little shits off.

You continue walking on your merry way.

3.1.1.2. You fall to your knees and cry, whining out the word mercy now and then through your chocked up sobs. Some of the more proud harpies roll their eyes at your pathetic display while some have their hearts softened by the sight of a fully grown man begging for mercy. Most of the monsters leave as soon as possible, saving you some embarrassment and ass pain while a couple come down to chirrup at you and nudge at your tear stained cheeks, in an attempt to try empathy for a change. You shrug them off and they look taken aback, but soon leave too, leaving you to your pathetic crying.

The moment they're all gone you take a cautious look around before getting up and running away from that area of the woods as fast as possible, heading for the mountain.

3.1.1.3. You whine softly as you slowly drop to your knees, and then your paws , getting into a good doggy position before lifting your tail and waiting for the first feathery onslaught. You can't imagine it'd be that bad though, they're women after all...

Of course you think wrongly, they're past their breeding stage and have gone into the time were they lay their eggs or, in this case, make others lay their eggs for them.

You hear the sound of a feathered anthro take off behind you and begin to zip towards you at full pelt. The creature lands on top of you and wastes no time in sheathing it's ovipositor in your sweet ass. You squeal in surprise and pain, the entry not as painful as it could of been because the centaur's cum still drenches your insides. The ovipositor feels incredibly thick and worryingly full as it's forced up your rear, the eggs held within giving the "cock" at bumpy texture which makes you squirm gently in pleasure, each one hitting your prostate. The harpy holds the thing deep inside you as it begins to lay it's clutch in you, each one pushing through makes you moan gently and your shaft grow erect.

The moans of pleasure are quickly stifled though as another one descends from the forest canopy and lands in front of your open mouth, jaw held open as you moan. You're too slow in closing your mouth and now it's being used for a much better purpose, egg disposal. Whining loudly as this new ovipositor is rammed quickly down your throat and held there, it's owner squawking triumphantly as it begins to push eggs down your throat. The one in your rear has just about finished, shaking the last egg free from it's ovipositor it flies away and leaves your now gaping hole for the next parent to be. It doesn't take long for a replacement to fly in and your tailhole is quickly reopened with a new, filled ovipositor. You moan out as the new one is pushed into you and begins to fill you, each egg inevitably pushing against your pleasure gland. You moan loudly around the long pseudo-shaft in your maw as you suddenly shoot your hot load across the floor, squirming as much as the two avians will let you as your body is wracked with orgasmic pleasure.

Two of the avians in the canopy above suddenly tense up and fly straight for your ass as you climax, blissfully unaware of the creatures until they both bury ovipositors in you. The sudden stretch almost kills the orgasm there and then for you, leaving you squealing again as they both begin to lay their eggs in you. Your tailhole burns red hot with pain as you're filled, to be used as an incubator for the avians' young. You whine louder and louder as the amount of eggs in you begins to become unbearable, bulges appearing all over your belly where the eggs are hidden inside you, shifting ever so slightly with each new addition. The ones pumping into your stomach are obviously no ordinary egg, the acid in your stomach not even scathing the surface of the shells.

Although there were many more waiting in the trees, they'd all gone now. There was something sacred about filling a holder before or just after they orgasm. Any later, and it just isn't the same. When the three are done laying in you they leave you too, filled with their eggs and totally immobile from the extra weight.

You lay on the floor exhausted, eyes growing heavy from the pain and the fatigue... you slowly slip into a deep sleep.

3.1.2. You hold your hands up in defence and quickly bark out something about not wanting to die or be raped. The centaur quirks a brow at you and tilts its head to one side, as if its expecting something in return for not claiming your dry, unlubed ass. You look around desperately for something offer in exchange for your safety but fail to find anything the centaur may want. It begins to approach you, its face contorted into a fine smirk, equine cock fully hard and bobbing between its leg with each step. It motions its human towards its shaft and looks at you expectantly.

To swallow your pride and swallow some cock, go to 3.1.2.1

To swallow your fear and make a break for it through the woods, go to 3.1.2.2

3.1.2.1 You look at the beast with a last pleading look but it's mind has been made up; your muzzle was his and in return he'd leave your ass well enough alone. Gulping gently, you get down on your hands and knees under the horse-man and gently stroke the giant leathery cock that'd make any fur or man shameful of their own endowments. You're rewarded with a gentle, pleasure filled sigh from above and slight buck of those powerful hips. Both your paws find themselves wrapped around the cock, pumping the thick shaft firmly as pre begins to drool from the flared head. You tentatively lower your muzzle to the pre that leaks from the cock and lick it up, murring softly as the sweet taste fills your muzzle. Slipping your head under the centaur's shaft, you gently lick from the very base to the flared head, going incredibly slowly and covering every square inch of the underside of that enormous cock, the creature thrusting once more and giving out a distinctly human moan.

He's done with this teasing though starts to thrust a little harder, insisting you get your muzzle around it. You feel a finger push against your tailhole and take this is a warning, quickly slipping the entire flared head into your muzzle and starting to suck and lick on the sensitive flesh. You continue to pump the shaft with both paws while slowly fitting more and more of it into your muzzle, sucking and licking on every inch that enters your maw. The creature above moans out loudly, whinnying slightly in pleasure as it begins to thrust at your muzzle, trying to push his head much deeper than you want it to be. It hits the entrance of your throat, making you gag and choke slightly, and then quickly rams it's way in. Your head is nailed into one position as your throat is impaled on the cock, you whining slightly at the sudden stretch, your paws feverishly working the man-horse's shaft, hopign he'll cum before you run out of air.

His thrusting becomes more and more wild with each passing moment, throat sore from the intrusion and rapid fucking its receiving. The cock throbs and twitches and you can almost see the flesh visibly bulge out as the huge testicles begin to tense up. You close your eyes tightly and prepare for the oncoming rush of seed but nothing could prepare you for the amount, and the speed at which the horse cums. There's a rhythmic fattening and thinning to the massive cock in your throat as it empties into you, not bothering to fill you muzzle, just pumping directly into your stomach and it quickly starts to distend your belly, making it a little bigger than usual. The centaur whinnies triumphantly as it fucks your throat as fast as it can while it cums, making you squeal and whine, muffled around the cock in your muzzle. It pulls out while still cumming and fills your muzzle with centaur seed before coating your back and face in the thick white solution. The lack of air has left you fatigued and you collapse soon after your only support has been removed and begin to fall asleep, swallowing all the cum in your muzzle while some drips from nose. The last thing you see is the blurred outline of a centaur, reaching towards you.

3.1.2.2 And 3.1.3. You hold up your paws like you're about to do some major magic trick, wiggling each digit and then making a runner for it, heading towards the densest trees you can find. You make it a few good yards before tripping up over a tree root and smashing yourself muzzle first into a thick bush of stinging nettles. You jump back with a yelp and get on knees and elbows, batting at your stung nose whilst whining and squealing pitifully. You hear the soft pad of hooves behind you and you know exactly what's about to happen.

You feel the thick flared head at your entrance and begin to cower when something glinting catches your eye in the stinging nettle bush you just face planted into. Just as the centaur pushes forward you make a grab for it and pull it out, a solid gold torc with a small blood red ruby set into it. Your movement has stopped the centaur from ripping you a new one, but its quickly taking its position again, now proper pissed at you and your wasn't going to get any favours. You quickly roll over and shove the torc up, showing it to the stunned beast. Alas it shoves forwards and buries its cock in your sheath momentarily, making you squeal out in pain, but you can't win all the time. It takes the torc from you and looks it over. Then it gives you a toothy grin and helps you up with one arm. You stumble to your feet and the big bugger swings you onto his back and looks at you expectantly. You point towards the mountain and it sets off immediately, galloping so fast you have to cling to its chest just to stop yourself from being thrown off.

3.2. You walk into the town without any resistance and find yourself amongst lots of medieval style houses and buildings, all nicely burst into flames. The world around you glows amber and red with the fire light as legions of undead soldiers stampede around, stabbing screaming and running civilians.

You walk around a corner and come to face to face with one which sneers at you and stabs you in the face with a war hammer. Unsurprisingly, you die.

Go back to 3, asshat.

Pick a conclusion that mostly fits with how you've done so far.

Best ending, no rapes.

You arrive at the mountain on centaur back, slightly shaken up and motion sick. You drop off the back of the creature, stiff as freshly starched jeans, as land on the floor with a solid "whump" the centaur flashes you a smile and runs off into the woods again, proudly wearing his shiny new neck torc. You slowly stand up and check around for any more traps, creatures, plants with cocks. ANYTHING that might want to claim your body between your current position and the cave entrance. Happy that your privates will remain untouched you wander over to the entrance and hear the same eldritch sound as before. You steel yourself and push through, wondering what's waiting for you on the other side.

Sore ass ending. That horse cock was pretty massive.

You find yourself at the cave entrance, ass still sore from the stretching it received earlier. You rub it gingerly as you approach the cave entrance, the strange eldritch sounds spewing forth make you shudder but you're already in pain. What's the harm in pushing on? You disappear into the darkness as a long vine shoots towards your tailhole, missing you by a fraction of a second, and a group of sexy Amazon warriors stalk out of the trees, hot and horny and looking for a man who can do it right.

Too bad you totally missed that one.

Claimed ending. Centaurs are cheeky buggers.

You wake up directly outside the entrance of the cave you were looking for and "yay" gently to yourself, still groggy from sleep. You suddenly sit up straight as you realise your ass is wet and sore like something had... You watch the centaur trotting away, chuckling happily to itself as it's still dripping cock recedes into the thick sheath it would call home if it had sentience.

You look mildly unimpressed but you guess it's okay because your where you wanted to be and who's complaining about a little colon abuse, hey? Oh yeah, your colon. You get up uncomfortably and shamble to the cave, the eldritch noises taking a back seat to the pain in your ass.

Bird brained ending. You got raped with horse cock and filled with eggs and loved it.

You wake up surrounded by the harpies, tailhole still sparking with pain and rape. You look at your stomach and are pleased to see you weren't awake for most of the birth, a few eggs pushing forth from your tailhole as you finish your "clutch". You pant on the floor as the last one pops out and the avians begin to squawk and chirrup happily. One flies down and grabs you by the arms with its talons, dragging you away from the eggs and into the air. You can see the burning town and the whole forest from here, even the centaur who made a mockery of your ass earlier. You idly give him the finger, still a little weak from birthing the eggs for the harpies. You also take note that the avian who was pulling you along has departed and you're heading straight towards the cave entrance, fired off like some kind of bomb. You disappear inside the cave.