by Edward Lang
Or Wall Crawler?
“I just… kind of go for it.”
Well, then –
GO for it.
I sighed.
I was butt naked amidst a bunch of horny centaurs. If there was ever going to be a time to test out a new power named Horse Cock, it probably couldn’t get any better than this.
I winced.
This could either be incredibly awesome… or it could be indescribably horrific.
“Alright,” I muttered, “here goes. Horse Cock!”
There was a warm feeling in my crotch, a golden sparkle in the air –
And then suddenly I was a candidate for the Biggest Porn Star of All Time.
My schlong was…
Well, it was enormous.
At least 12 inches long, dangling all the way down to my knees, and thick around as a Louisville Slugger.
And that was soft.
At least it was certifiably, 100% human.
In fact, it didn’t look any different from my normal schlong.
Well… except for the obvious difference in proportions.
I stared at it in all its veiny wonder.
And then there was a chorus of gasps all around me.
I looked up to see the eyes of every single woman fixed intently on my new cock.
“Oh Scott,” Alia whispered.
“Oh Scott,” Dyra murmured.
“Oh my!” Spirella cried out in alarm.
“Oh SCOTT,” Seera gasped.
“HELL YES!” one of the female centaurs on the periphery cried out.
You know those videos on porn sites where girls unbuckle a guy’s pants, and a limp anaconda falls out?
And they stare at it with wide eyes and shocked looks?
And how a big smile eventually creeps onto their faces?
Yeah. I’d never experienced that in real life, ever.
Until now.
And it was a pretty intoxicating feeling.
With all those hot women looking longingly at my new XXXL rod, I started to get turned on.
Real turned on.
My dick was totally limp at first –
But then it began to inflate.
And rise.
Little by little, it rose up into the air.
The Louisville Slugger got considerably bigger.
Like, instead of barely being about to get one hand around it, it probably would have been impossible to get two.
The head went from the size of an apple to a grapefruit.
Of course, the bigger it got, the more gasps and adoring looks it got from my audience –
Which just turned me on all the more.
Female centaurs crowded around, pushing each other out of the way to see.
Up and up it went…
Until it stood at attention at a 45-degree angle.
I’m pretty sure it was at least 18 inches long by the time it was fully erect.
In fact, I was a little surprised I didn’t pass out from all the blood required to pump that bad boy up to full height.
Every woman there just stared at it in shock.
Alia was the first to speak from where she knelt in front of me.
“Can I… can I touch it?” she asked shyly.
“Uh… sure,” I said.
She reached out one tiny, soft, feminine hand to my enormous shaft…
And I felt her fingers caress the skin.
“Ohhhhh,” she whispered, her eyes wide with awe.
DAMN that felt good.
“Unh,” I grunted.
“Can I touch it?” Dyra asked demurely.
“Sure.”
She dropped to her knees like she was worshiping a pagan idol, staring up at in wonder… and then placed both hands on it.
Her soft, silky touch made my cock jerk with pleasure.
“UNH,” I grunted.
“Ohhhh,” Alia whispered as she ran her hands up and down my length.
“Oooooh,” Dyra breathed as she did the same with her hands.
“There’s no way that could fit inside any of us!” Spirella said, her face a mask of terror.
“I don’t know about THAT,” an anonymous female centaur’s voice spoke up from the back.
“Well, it can’t fit inside me!” Spirella squeaked.
“Don’t worry, I can change it back,” I reassured her.
“Oh, thank the Weaver,” she said in relief. Then she blushed bright blue. “Can I… can I touch it, too?”
I grinned. “Sure.”
She quickly scurried over and placed both of her tiny hands on it.
“Oh my… it’s scorching hot,” she murmured.
“Yes,” Alia said, rubbing her face up against the side.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as my cock twitched with pleasure.
“Oh, Scott,” Dyra moaned, then licked me along the underside of my shaft.
“Oh FUCK!” I cried out as my cock swelled even bigger.
“I have an idea,” Spirella said happily.
She took both her hands, pushed them against the outside of her naked breasts –
And enveloped me in her cleavage, one tit on either side.
Now, there’s something you have to remember about Spirella: even though she was a tiny little girl, she had the biggest tits I’d ever seen in real life. We’re talking triple Gs or something.
My massive cock between them made her look like she was sporting B cups. Maybe a small C, at most.
I was that big.
“Oh, Scott,” she whispered, and sweetly kissed the swollen head of my cock.
Then Alia and Dyra got into the act, rubbing their tits up and down my shaft.
Dyra put her hands between my thighs to cup my balls –
My balls!
I’d forgotten about them.
Had they changed size, too?
I mean, if they hadn’t, it would look like perching a cucumber on top of a couple of peanuts.
But no – judging from the feeling of her hand on my sack, my balls had ballooned in size, too.
I glanced down and saw that they were at least the size of softballs. Dyra could barely hold the right one in her palm.
Holy SHIT.
When I came, it was going to be a bucket load of jizz…
“Scott…?”
I looked over to see Seera staring at my shaft.
I think the appropriate term for how she looked was ‘cock-thirsty.’
Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly open.
She looked like she was panting…
And her nipples were hard and erect again.
She looked up shyly into my eyes. “Would you… could we…”
She trailed off.
I knew what she wanted to ask, and it made me even harder. My cock twitched with anticipation.
“…yes?” I asked. “What do you want?”
She stared at my schlong, then looked up into my eyes with almost submissive lust.
“…will you fuck me with it?”
OH YEAH.
“Yes.”
The female centaurs went wild.
They started pawing the ground and bucking up in the air. I swear, it was like an impromptu rodeo broke out.
“Scott,” the Chieftess said, her voice thick with desire, “I realize that Seera has rights to you as your first centauress mate, but… after you are finished with her… do you think… we might all partake?”
The female centaurs went quiet, breathless as they waited for my response.
Fuck 30 hot centaur chicks?
With a massive horse-sized cock?
“Sure,” I said with a giant grin.
The entire crowd burst out into a celebratory cheer. I think a couple of the female centaurs might have come right on the spot.
And I can tell you this:
Over the next three hours…
…a good time was definitely had by all.
14
After all the centaur ladies had been sated, I turned my johnson back
from Horse Cock to regular-sized.
I gotta say, it was a serious let-down for my ego. Sort of like going from a shotgun to a pea shooter.
Not that my main girls were complaining.
“Thank the Weaver,” Spirella said in relief, “we can finally have sex with you again.”
“And have you inside us,” Dyra added sexily.
“And come,” Alia said with a naughty smile.
It’s true – my XXXL version was only good for fitting inside centaur chicks.
And I knew that I could get it back anytime I wanted to, just by casting the spell.
Still… a bit deflating for the ego.
At least it fit back in my pants, though.
Once we were all dressed again – well, as dressed as a bunch of woman can be who only wear armored bras – I asked the Chieftess, “Will you and the tribe help me attack the Necromanceress and save Zala and my friends?”
“Absolutely,” the Chieftess said.
Parch answered at the same time.
After satisfying all the female centaurs,
you now have a 100% chance of rallying
all of them to your cause!
My heart soared – until I noticed the Chieftess wasn’t saying anything else.
“I sense a ‘but’ coming,” I said warily.
“Seera’s butt was coming earlier,” Alia snickered.
“Hey!” Seera exclaimed, her face blushing bright red.
“We will absolutely help you,” the Chieftess reiterated. “The entire tribe. But…”
“But what?”
“We are only 30. How big are Necra’s forces?”
“Well… we had an army of 300 liches,” I said glumly.
“So now Necra has an army of 300 liches,” the Chieftess gently pointed out. “And probably much, much more. A Magistra of the Imperium would not come here without an army of her own – and a necromanceress has nearly unlimited recruits at her disposal. Not only that, but those 300 are your friends, are they not?”
Dammit.
“…yeah,” I admitted.
“Which means, I assume, that you will not want us to kill them in battle.”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“The odds are at least ten to one against us, and we must fight with one hand tied behind our backs. You can see why we would not exactly be thrilled at this prospect.”
“We can have you stage a distraction,” I said desperately. “I can sneak in another way and try to take Necra by surprise.”
“There is one problem with that plan.”
“What?”
“Once she knows we are coming, Necra herself will most likely stay safe within her castle – and the Grim Keep is famous for being nigh unassailable. It has only been taken once in battle during its two-hundred-year history.”
“How did they do it?”
“They attacked from the air.”
“They have airplanes on Atras?!” I asked, shocked.
The Chieftess frowned. “What are airplanes?”
“Never mind. How did they attack from the air?”
“They flew.”
“Yeah, but HOW?”
“They were harpies.”
“Harpies… like, half woman, half bird?”
“Yes. If you truly want to defeat Necra, you will need the harpies’ help to raid the Grim Keep.”
Oh shit…
I immediately thought of Greek mythology and the O.G. harpies, you might say. They were originally depicted as beautiful maidens with wings, a personification of storm winds. But as time wore on and the Roman storytellers got ahold of them, they became loathsome monsters.
I was hoping for the ‘beautiful’ version.
Of course, we were in a world full of monster girls, and I hadn’t run into an ugly one yet. In fact, they’d all been smokin’ hot – if you were into half-women, half-animals.
Which I was.
Boy, was I into it.
Half of me was a little freaked out by the Chieftess’s news.
The other half of me couldn’t wait.
Half-bird chicks?
Sign me up!
The only problem was that in all versions of mythology, harpies were not nice. Beautiful or gruesome, they were known for tormenting people. The most famous place they appear in Greek myth is in the tale of Jason and the Golden Fleece.
King Phineas of Thrace had the gift of prophecy, and he angered Zeus by letting the cat out of the bag about some plan the gods had. To punish him, Zeus blinded Phineas and put him on an island where harpies snatched away every bit of food from him before he could eat it.
The harpies were eventually driven off by some of Jason’s friends. As a reward, Phineas told Jason how to get through a strait of rocks that would have otherwise crushed his ship.
One of the more famous mentions of harpies was in Dante’s Inferno. Suicides were punished by being turned into trees, and the harpies tore at their branches, basically rending their flesh for all eternity.
(Let’s all just agree that Dante and the medieval church were a bunch of fucking assholes when it came to compassion for depressed people.)
Ancient Greece or 1300s Italy… no matter how you sliced it, you didn’t want to fuck with harpies.
And yet, here I was, about to fuck with harpies.
Literally, if they were hot enough.
There was one other option that I knew of.
In Monster Musume, there’s a sweet, scatterbrained harpy named Papi.
She’s cute…
But even though she’s supposed to be almost 20, she looks like she’s 12 years old.
NOT into that.
SO not into that.
In fact, if it was hot and mean versus sweet and looking like Papi… I’d have to take ‘em hot and mean.
“Can you lead me to them?” I asked.
“Yes – but you should be aware, harpies are even more distrustful of outsiders than we were.”
“Well, that turned out alright, so I think this will, too.”
The Chieftess nodded. “When do you wish to go?”
I looked up at the sun, which was on the downward slope towards the horizon.
We had been brought into camp at dawn… slept for four or five hours… and then had the trials around noon, followed by a Wild West orgy.
By my reckoning, it was mid-afternoon. Even if we were able to secure the harpies’ participation immediately, we wouldn’t be able to attack the Grim Keep at night.
At least, it wouldn’t be wise.
I wanted to save Zala more than anything, but it wouldn’t help at all if we got slaughtered in the dark.
“How about tomorrow morning?” I asked. “Leave at first light?”
“Excellent. We shall have a feast tonight in your honor before we depart.”
We did a lot more than just feast. In fact, the Horse Cock came out for a repeat performance.
And a good time was had by all.
15
The next morning at dawn, Seera and the female centaurs took us up into the mountains, but in the opposite direction from the Grim Keep. I could see the castle in the far distance, its jagged spires like a tiny black spur on the horizon.
Once we passed the point where trees stopped growing, the mountain quickly became as barren and inhospitable as the moon. There was nothing but bare rock and millions of tiny pebbles underfoot. Certainly nothing alive, unless you counted the hawks soaring far overhead, just specks among the clouds.
Finally we reached a gigantic plateau dotted with dozens of giant slabs of rock over 15 feet tall. It looked like somebody had airlifted Stonehenge up here.
After about 300 feet, the mountain continued upwards again, and at a steep incline – but in the meantime, we would have an easy time of it.
Or at least I thought.
Suddenly a haughty voice yelled, “Hold, centaurs!”
I looked up to see a large winged creature soaring overhead, one with a human body and a 12-foot wingspan.
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Oh shit… those weren’t hawks I saw earlier…
They’d just been so far up that I’d mistaken them for birds.
One by one, the harpies spiraled down out of the sky and landed on top of the monoliths.
They had the bodies and heads of women, but instead of arms they had giant feathered wings of all different colors – from snowy white to dove grey to dark brown.
They had human legs down to the knees, at which point their smooth skin transitioned to that pebbled flesh you see on the legs of bald eagles. They also had six-inch-long toes and vicious three-inch talons.
They were harpies, alright.
But they were hot.
Smokin’ hot.
It was like somebody had transplanted wings and velociraptor feet onto a bunch of supermodels.
They were all really thin and lithe, with graceful bodies like dancers, the faces of Playboy Playmates, really tiny waists, and nice little bubble butts.
Like the female centaurs, their skin tone ranged the gamut from pale white to deep chocolate. One major difference, though, was that the vast majority of them had smaller boobs – probably to keep them aerodynamic, I guess. A-cups and shapely B-cups, mostly, with a couple of small Cs.
How could I tell, you ask?
Because there was a whole lot of boobage on display.
The harpies didn’t wear clothing – at least not the way I normally thought of it.
Instead, they sported necklaces and loincloths made out of feathers that appeared to have fallen out of their wings, and were tied together with the thinnest of strings.
As such, the feathers just kind of lay on their chests and nether parts when the harpies were still, and fluttered around while they were flying.
At first I thought, How the hell did they string those feathers together without any hands?!
And then I saw a bunch of nipples and cooch, and I stopped caring about the details as long as I got to see more.
I got flashed a lot as the flock settled down on top of the stone pillars.
Not that I was complaining, mind you.
And the peekaboo didn’t stop there. They all crouched atop the monoliths with their asses against their heels and their legs slightly apart. The feathers of their loincloths lay atop their thighs and didn’t fall down between their legs –
Which meant I was seeing a whole lot of va-jay-jay on display up there on top of the rocks.