Fuckhouse of Horror II: The Fuckening

A cool, gentle breeze cuts through the warm summer air, keeping the atmosphere pleasant as you head out to your pasture, arms filled with the things you’d need for the day. You don’t have an overabundance of livestock on your property, and your partner tended to keep the majority of the animals in line for you. Really, your only obligation is to tend to your partner, which isn’t as much of a chore as one might think.

She’s standing near the fence you get to the field, snoozing, which brings a small smile to your face. Sunny has a tendency of working harder than she probably should, so it’s always nice to see her resting in any capacity. She was alone in the field, the few horses you kept deciding to leave her be (which is probably wise, considering her position in the herd). You watch her gently snore as you approach the fence, stopping a bit before the gate to let her rest for just a bit longer.

From the waist up, Sunset Shimmer is an attractive woman about your age, with long, fiery hair and bold, piercing cyan eyes. She’s somewhat toned, as a result of her working with you on your ranch, but is still rather lithe and lean. You can’t help yourself, and you find your eyes drifting towards Sunny’s chest, watching the rise and fall of her breasts, just barely contained by her tank top, in time with her breathing. Yes, from the waist up, Sunset Shimmer was a standard, albeit gorgeous, girl that any man would be frothing at the mouth to bed.

From the waist down, however, is the sturdy barrel of a horse, her soft, silky coat bright orange. You couldn’t properly remember exactly how you come to be friends with a centaur, but Sunset is one of the strongest, most resolute beings you’ve ever known. It was her idea to start this ranch, and she went half in on you to be able to afford the land. Now, she’s your business partner and housemate as well as being your best friend and, if you're particularly charismatic, something a little more.

“Alright, lazy bones,” you say, although you know damn well that she was anything but lazy. You hop onto the fence and give her shoulder a little nudge, stirring her from her little half-nap. “Come on, we’ve got shit to do.”

“Hm… Anon…?” Sunset blinks, shaking her head as she woke from her slumber. “What’s up…?”

“Figured you could go for a brushing.” You set your little basket down, withdrawing a brush from its depths. “Then lunch? You’ve been out here for a while. Thought you might be hungry.”

“I’m fine,” she says, betrayed almost immediately by the violent grumbling of her stomach. “Er…”

“Here, I got you some snacks in the meantime.” You reach into your basket again, returning with a carrot, which you wave tauntingly in front of her face. She reaches for it, and you yank it just out of her reach. After receiving a stern glare, you toss her the vegetable, which she catches and greedily chomps down on. “So? Can I brush you now or what?"

"Sure. If you want." Being a centaur, Sunset Shimmer is very proud, maybe to a fault, and it's difficult for her to ask anyone for help even when she needs it. Luckily, you've known her for long enough to know how to work around her stubborn, headstrong nature.

"So, how are the girls treating you?" you ask, bringing the brush to her barrel and sliding it through her slightly dusty coat and returning the silky, shiny luster of her body. "I heard you talking to them earlier when I was heading into town. They giving you trouble?"

"Of course not." Sunset snorts at the very idea, much to your amusement. "They know that I'm the boss mare around here. They stay in line." Sunset lets out a sigh of contentment as you glide your brush through a particular dusty, tender spot in her coat. "I think they might be coming into season soon. Might need to think about bringing a stallion in if you plan on breeding."

"Was this their idea or yours?" you tease. Sunset leers at you, eventually rolling her eyes and matching your smug, self-satisfied smirk. "Aren’t I good enough for you?"

"Jury's still out," she drones. You clutch your heart, letting out a dramatic groan.

"Ouch. That one hurt, Sunny. And here I was thinking that you liked me…"

"Oh, I do, normally. And then you go and open your mouth." She flashes you a little grin, reminding you just why you and her got on so well: she's one of the only people you know with a smarter mouth than you. "When are you gonna get me a new long brush, huh? If I was doing this myself, I’d be done by now!"

"I'll buy you a new brush when you pay me back for my truck," you remark, rolling your eyes. You could still hardly believe the level of damage she caused, damn near taking the door off with just one good kick.

"Hey, it's your own fault for parking that close! You should know better than to come up behind a centaur, anyway."

"Can't recall ever hearing you complain about me 'coming up behind' you before," you say with a smug little smirk. Sunset slouches slightly, her face blooming red, which says to you that you succeeded in teasing her, which is basically your only goal in life. You keep on brushing her, sliding the brush down her body and to her rump, chuckling as she tries to cover a moan with a very unconvincing cough. "What do you say, Shim? You said the jury is still out. Wanna help them reach a decision? I think you'll find the defense to be quite persuasive."

"You're such a fucking dork." Sunset glances around, as if nervous that someone may be watching somehow. When it's clear that you're alone, she lets out the little whinny she had been holding in. “Fine. You’re lucky I’m coming into season too.” You arch your brow, not sure how much you believe that. You couldn't recall hearing Sunset complain about heat before, and you're not totally convinced that centaurs experience and equine estrus cycle, at least not in the usual sense. From where you're standing, it sounds like Sunset is full of shit.

From where you're standing, you can also see her thick flank gently swaying, so you think you can look the other way on her BS, just this once.

"So? You wanna do this right here?" you ask, mostly just to get her riled up. "How bold of you. Didn't peg you as that kind of mere."

"We have to head back to the house, idiot." She holds her hand out flat atop your head and brings it to her own body, illustrating your quite noteworthy height difference. "You can't reach me, shortstuff."

"Funny…"

"Oh, quit being a baby and hop on.” You tilt your head, certain that you must have misheard her. Centaurs don’t let just anyone ride on their backs, only their closest friends and loved ones. Obviously, you’re very close with Sunset, but even a smartass like you know not to fuck around with centaur culture. You never even thought to ask before, not wanting to risk disrespecting or offending her. “Come on, this was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Right. Just… Thanks.” That’s about all you can think to say just then, and you carefully approach your friend. She stoops down a bit so you can clamber onto her, but it’s still a bit awkward at first. Soon enough, you get one leg over either side of her body, and it starts to click into place for you. This is far from your first rodeo, and you definitely knew how to ride a horse with or without a saddle, but this is just a little different.

“Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t decided if I’m gonna buck you off yet,” says Sunset. She rears back slightly before setting off at a brisk canter. She glances back at you, as if she can feel your gaze. “What’s that look?”

“I know we bust each other’s balls a lot,” you say. “But, seriously… Thanks for sticking by me all this time. I just wanna say that you mean a lot to me.”

“You shouldn’t thank me for staying here with you. I gave you my word that we’d make this place work, and I’m a mare of my word.” Sunset turns away from you, no doubt to hide her blush. Another symptom of her heritage, she sometimes struggles to properly express how she feels, especially when she believes it could make her seem weak. You don’t need her to say anything, though. You know Sunny well, and you can glean more than enough based on her actions.

You and Sunny ride in silence for a few, until you approach the house. Sunset canters around to the backyard, where you had installed a stable for her. It’s closer to a shed or a shack, really, on account of the size and amenities. Of course, she was more than welcome in the house proper (hell, your credit is pretty shit, so the house is in her name anyway), but sleeping inside could be difficult when you’re half horse.

“Here, I should have a box in my room,” says Sunset., stooping down for you to dismount. Once your feet hit the ground, she trots across the yard to her stable, pulling the door open and diving into the room for a moment. She emerges a short second later with a wooden crate, sturdy and just tall enough to boost you up to the proper height. You grin at how impatient Sunset seems when she throws the crate down, fidgeting as she turns away from you. “Do you need an invitation or something?”

“No, ma’am,” you say, approaching her. You watch her tail swish and swing for a moment before gently planting a hand on either of her flanks. Sunset lets out a breathy moan, finally flagging her tail up entirely and giving you a nice, long look at the goods; her cunt winks at you, her clit engorged and throbbing with want. Maybe there’s something to her estrus comment, after all. Not wanting to keep her waiting much longer, you dive down, giving Sunset’s pussy a nice, slow lick.

“S-shit…. I forget that you humans do… that,” says Sunset with a shudder. You snicker to yourself before burying your face a bit deeper in her nethers, slipping your tongue into her hot, wet slit, savoring the sweet, earthy tang of her juices. The mating habits of centaurs are closer to horses than people, so you don’t imagine that Sunset has had her pussy eaten very often. And, if you had more self-control, you’d be liable to tease and toy with her using your tongue for a bit longer. But hearing her breath hitch, seeing her pussy wink, it was asking for something your tongue just couldn’t give her. Cunnilingus would just have to take a raincheck.

“Hey, Sunny. This whole thing is kinda spur of the moment,” you say, barely containing your own laughter as you undid your belt. “Wasn’t really expecting this, so I hope you don’t mind—”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence,” she says flatly.

“Huh? You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“You were gonna say ‘I don’t have a condom, so I hope you don’t mind if I go bareback’.”

“Hehehe. Yeah, I was,” you snicker. Sunset turns back to glare at you, much to your amusement. “What? It’s funny!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” grumbles Sunset, although it’s clear that she’s trying extremely hard to contain her amusement. “Hurry up, before I change my mind.”

“So impatient. You know, good things come to those who wait.” You step onto the crate, finding yourself at the perfect height to pull your dick from your pants and rub it against the thick, almost meaty lips of Sunset’s cunt. She whinnies, hooving the dirt impatiently while you tease her. She pushes her rump back, wiggling her hips enticingly (not that you needed enticing) and you finally throw your restraint away.

“F-fuck, that’s good…” Sunset moans as you slide into her perfectly tight pussy, the hot tunnel inviting you in and pulling you deeper. You’ve been here before, but you never really get used to the sensation; Sunset is mostly like a human woman, in the way that she reacts and, to a degree, how she feels, but there is an unmistakable, almost exotic nature to her. She’s sturdier than a human girl, able to take a reaming and ask for more, and so you piston your hips and pound her just like she needs.

“God, humans are good…” Sunset slides her hands under her shirt, grabbing her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. “Everyone likes to talk about being hung like a horse, but that doesn’t matter if you’re done in three pumps…”

You grin to yourself, gripping Sunset’s tail to hold her steady before picking up speed, drilling her about as deep as you can manage. You're nothing if not confident, but even you had once upon a time found yourself worried about successfully pleasuring someone like Sunset. She's used to stallions, for crying out loud. Perhaps knowing this, Sunset likes to make it clear that the tales of her fellow equine are oftentimes grandly overblown. Just her protecting your ego, a very sweet gesture that she would probably deny were you to bring it up to her.

Of course, you’re not super worried about that right now, on account of just how good Sunset feels. Her pussy winks and convulses as you fuck her, as if she’s trying to milk you dry. Sunset is clearly loving it, too, her moans floating out of her with every deep stroke. You pull yourself forward, as close to Sunset’s body as you can, and wrap your arms around her middle as best as you can manage. Now, you feel supremely close to her, able to feel her warmth, the silky smoothness of her coat, you can even smell the floral, earthy scent of her body. Sweat and hay and whatever product she puts in her hair, it all comes together to create this addictive aroma that you can’t get enough of.

“I’m close…” breathes Sunset. You can feel her trembling, almost able to sense the pounding of her powerful heart in her chest. You hold her tighter, clinging to her body as if for dear life, and you give her all you’ve got. Your hips slap against Sunset’s flank, the sound of flesh on flesh nearly drowned out by how she moans for more. Her pussy tenses, and Sunset lets out a sound that’s half a moan and half a neigh as she cums around your cock. She arches her head back, a howl of pleasure shuddering throughout her as her orgasm crashes down onto her. You’re right behind her, letting out a groan as you bottom out inside of your partner. You spurt thick, creamy ropes of hot cum into Sunset, flooding her insides with each pulsing load. Sunset lets out a satisfied sigh, pulling her tank top over her head and using it to wipe the sweat from her brow.

“I thought you might’ve been fucking with me about the whole heat thing,” you say, pulling yourself from Sunset. You watch your cum drip from her well-fucked pussy for a moment before returning your pants to your waste. “But I guess not.”

“Well… I was half-lying. I don’t get estrus like our mares do,” Sunset admits, turning around to give you a nice, healthy eyeful of her tits. “But I still sometimes want to fool around. Heat just sounded like a good excuse.”

“I don’t know how things are with centaurs, but you absolutely don’t need a reason to convince a human male to fuck.” You give her a little wink, which does little more than make her roll her eyes (although you do think you see a tiny grin crawling to her features). “But, you know. Glad I was able to help.” Sunset bites her lip, as if struggling to get her words together. “Sunny? You okay?”

“Look, this type of thing is hard for me to say,” she begins, her cheeks flushing red. “But… You’re not just my friend or my housemate, or my partner or whatever. You… I mean, I… Damn it, I think I l—”

You steal the rest of Sunset’s sentence with a kiss, exploring her mouth with your tongue. She’s surprised, as to be expected, but she soon grabs you and pulls you closer, kissing you back deeply. It’s quiet, but no words need to be shared. You know what she feels, and you just want to show her that she’s not alone. Too soon for your liking, you break apart for air, giving Sunset a smug grin.

“Right back at you, Sunny,” you say. She nods quietly, that stubborn centaur upbringing stopping her from saying what was in her heart. That’s fine. You’ll get it out of her eventually. “So, like, if you wanna go again, I’m totally cool with that, but you still haven’t eaten, so…”

“Lunch sounds good. Hop on, we can ride into town and grab something,” says Sunset, stooping down for you to mount her. You grin, hopping onto Sunset’s back once again and giving her barrel a little pat.

“That’s very generous of you,” you say, running your fingers through her coat.

“Not really. I’m just your ride, you’re still paying.” You two laugh, and, after Sunset returns her shirt, you two ride away. She takes her time, but you still find yourself in awe of just how much quicker she is than you would be. As you make it to the driveway, she looks back at you, puzzled by your smug grin. “What?”

“Just thinking,” you snicker. “Thinking maybe we should shop around town for a bit. If I’m gonna be riding around with you like this, maybe we should get you sized for a saddle.” It’s quiet for a moment, with Sunset staring blankly at you. You grin, waiting for her to react. Instead of laughing or calling you a dumbass (both of which are valid responses), she rears back, then brings her front down and kicks out her back legs, bucking you right off of her back. You hit the ground with a grunt, the air mostly gone from your lungs, and Sunset snickers.

“Yeah, I deserved that…” you wheeze.