The princess chose the house at random and entered.

Immediately from the entrance began a large hall. The centaur could safely stand in the room and not touch the head of the ceiling. “It may well be,” she thought, “that even a person sitting on me would not have reached his head with him.” There was no furniture. On a fluffy carpet that covered the entire space of the room, lay a lot of pillows, which obviously served as a kind of bed. Large soft pillows were scattered with the mess in which grace was guessed. Someone, not long ago, was here. He slept on these pillows and, perhaps, they even still keep his scent.

A large, large pile of carpet hid steps. Stepping silently, the princess walked into the room and picked up one of the pillows. Light, almost weightless, and, at the same time, very dense and elastic pillow slightly smelled of musk. “Someone was here not long ago and seemed to be making love.” Kala sank onto the carpet and pulled the other pillows to her. They all smelled of musk. That light aroma of playfulness, which is peculiar to all sexual entertainment. “And it seems that they have been doing this for a long time and often,” the princess thought.

The centaur planted pillows under herself and imagined how she flirted with someone lying on them. One of the pillows was slightly damp, and the aroma that came from her was brighter and more tender. “As if this was just happening!” Kala pressed her belly to this pillow and felt the waves of excitement fill her double body. The horse part of the body turned out to be more excitable and has already begun to emit juices.

Lying on its side, the princess clasped her chest, and began to play nipples. The muscles of her horse belly tightened, preparing to receive the stallion. The tail rode up, and the hind legs spread apart. Curving her torso, the centaur stroked her belly. The feeling of desire only inflamed inside her even more.

Kala turned over on her stomach and folded her body in half. Back to back, head on the rump, hands stroking the folds at the hind legs. Her eyes closed, and the pictures, one brighter than the other, swept in front of her mind. And suddenly:

Hands touched her breasts. At first, the princess took it for granted. Excitement increased and demanded an exit. Laski were skillful - waves of ecstasy were born from under them and ended at the hands of a centaur. But when the caresses of her horse's back joined the caressing chest, the euphoria disappeared, giving way to fear.

Kala sharply straightened and faced nose to nose with a fox. A beautifully built girl, dressed only in her natural fur, still held the princess by the chest. Her eyes seemed to be asking for permission to continue the game. The other fox was already sitting on the centaur's croup and gently stroking the horse's back. Dumb question and the same dumb answer. The foxes and the centaur were talking silently for a long time. Kala hugged the girl standing in front of her by the waist and pulled her slightly to her. The one who sat on it began to play with the folds of the horse's body, again arousing pleasure. Standing in front is gently nibbling the centaur's nipples with its sharp little teeth. The princess, in turn, launched her hands into the fur of the fox, playing with her tail. Under Kala’s fingers there was an elastic young body, almost human. Slowly and carefully, being afraid of hurting with a careless movement, the centaur studied the body again, which would be inaccessible to her for a long time.

Gradually, her hands fell between the legs of the girl. The flushed body gratefully took caresses, and the fox was all spinning under the fingers. Soon, the hands of the princess plunged into the hidden juices of the fox body. The smell of musk floated around the room. Kala raised her hand to her face and sniffed. The sweet smell irritated, attracted, excited. Unnoticed, as if in a fog, she licked her fingers, and a slightly sweet taste pierced her body along with a wave of pleasure.The centaur lowered her head to the fox's legs and eagerly sucked in the air with the smell of musk. Unhurried, cautious, at first, touching the tongue in the crotch of the girl standing in front of her. Then, greedy eating, sucking, all that a fox could pour out of itself. The girl, in response, clasped the princess's head with her hands and more and more tightly pressed her to her legs. A loud scream on a high note broke the silence of the world. The girl was convulsing in pleasure. Her legs gave way, and she fell on the centaur's back.

The second fox, too, wasted no time, and, following the first fox, the princess also pierced ecstasy. The muscles of her body convulsed with pleasure, and an animal exclamation surged from her chest.

Then the foxes changed places, and the game was repeated, with the only difference that now the second fox was sitting on the centaur on horseback and caressing her chest. So they fell asleep: Kala lay on pillows, her face buried in the crotch of one of the foxes; and from under her, on the croup of the horse, the juices of her body flowed, soaking everything and everyone with the smell of excitement and lustful desires.

Sunday, January 7, 2001