Monsters of Eroticon: Elvira Ekwine the Centaur (Patreon)

media starlets, online celebs, and actual monsters for what those would create.

Centaurs aren’t something I use a lot and were a late addition to my modern monstergirl/ghetto goblin setting. I left them in as ones to be considered in-world as one of the extremes of the sexual spectrum. One of the few species that are more hung than a human, but that comes with its own risks. Fucking a centaur usually means you’re very gifted, really good at yoga, another huge creature, or just into sizeplay. So a femdom, dirty talking centaur girl felt fun.

I had a lot of ideas for her, and ended up just combining a bunch of them. I happened to be doing an RP not too long ago playing as a black-skinned centaur, so thought I’d tie that in on this one too. I focus a ton on the species of a character. I usually start by writing a fic of one semi-generic one of “they’re kind of like this” and then quickly get distracted and write unusual cases or combinations (lesbian goth goblins, a half-centaur faun, a Mexican gnome…). I write these stories assuming everyone gets along pretty well if they dealt with a dozen new monster races moving into the world so smoothly. Pratchett summed it up nicely as “White and black lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.” If they welcomed goblins and demons, who a human’s bloodline comes from became way less of a big deal.

Mark had to stop to catch his breath and rehydrate after all his surprising visits. They said not to meet your heroes, but apparently it worked out great when you met your favorite porn stars. It took him a while to recuperate and get his strength back enough to strike out into the horny convention floor.

He was feeling a little more confident having slept with two porn stars out of two, so he tried not to get his hopes up while remaining excited for Elvira Ekwine. The centaur wasn’t hard to find; her horse-like lower body gave her a decent height boost, but the thumping of bass music seemed to grab his attention through the soles of his feet. She dabbled in ASMR and audio recordings on her channels, and after doing so much audio work she dabbled in some music as well.

Both Elvira and her booth were a mix of dark and stunningly bright colors. Her lower half was a dark shade of brown while her upper, humanoid body was only slightly lighter shade of black. She stood behind her roomy booth table wearing nothing but a bright pink tank top, neon blue lipstick, and long, and starlight yellow hairbands woven into the back of her midnight black hair. She wore the usual centaur “skirt,” which was closer to a horse blanket they kept draped over their flanks for some public modestly.

Elvira bobbed her upper body to the beat and smiled at passersby, waving when she caught their eye whether they stopped or not. She was in very good shape, showing some lean muscle that showed whenever she flexed during her dirty talking videos. Taut chest muscles got her to where she could bounce her tits on command by flexing her pecs.

Elvira finished some kind of transaction with a gnome girl ahead of her. She didn’t seem to leave with anything in hand, but the gnome blushed and looked very pleased with herself. The centaur leaned over her counter to give her an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder. The gnome looked like she might melt from shivering so hard.

“Enjoy. Go have fun now, ya little two-step,” Ekwine excused her playfully.

The gnome scurried off with her thanks, leaving Mark to step up to her booth alone. When Elvira caught his eye, her icy blue lips curled and thinned into an especially wide smile.

“Oh I know that look,” she said teasingly.

“That’s the ‘I’ve jerked off to this lady with a horse’s ass and what do I say first?”

Mark laughed and loosened up a little.

“Basically. Hi, Mistress Equine.”

He gave her a quick wave and her expression grew even more bemused.

“Oh, so you’re a REAL simp, huh? You know your shit at least,” she noted, leaning her elbow on the countertop to lean closer to him.

Mark felt his confidence give way to excitement and nerves. He didn’t know where to put his eyes, going from her dark cleavage to her price sheet to her quadrupedal hips, but always returning to the steady gaze of her amber colored eyes.

“I guess so. I’m a real big fan. I have a whole folder… well, two folders. One for your audio and one for your images. And a few I edited for when I really, uh…”

Elvira watched him squirm with the confident, hungry smile of a feeding succubus. Mark let the sentence die an honorless death and pointed at her small posters.

“Anyway. Could I get your autograph on one of these and one of those custom recordings?”

“There we are, good boy,” Elvira cooed just softly enough to be heard over the music .

She even brushed her hand down his cheek in a praising pet that sprouted goosebumps across his skin. Her unshakable confidence, sultry voice, sexy figure, and the fact that she had about a foot in height and several hundred pounds on him made her seem like a natural born dom.

The centaur nodded towards the back of her booth. She had some sort of large black box like a portable room big enough to fit her form and then some. She stepped out from behind her table and gave an enticing gesture for Mark to follow her. She opened a door on one side and led Mark inside. Elvira switched on an overhead light so he could see it was a makeshift recording booth. There was a standing mic set to her height and a padded folding chair set out for her guest. Elvira remained standing given how complicated it was to have a centaur sit down.

“Okay, precious. What can I get for ya?”

“Well, I was a big fan of the one clip where you were talking about… human dicks. Can’t Measure Up?” he admitted

“Oh I remember. You’re one of the ones that got hooked on my shame game?” she said with a smile.

“Yea, kinda,” the human laughed nervously.

“But I was looking for a version of that where you end up… liking it. Like the human actually gets you off at the end of it.”

Elvira laughed in a sweet tone that didn’t give away how much she was teasing or just entertained by the idea.

“Well somebody thinks pretty highly of themselves. But I think I can pull that for ya.”

Elvira pulled the microphone into place in front of her face. She gestured for Conner to sit beside her and the human meekly obeyed the commandingly confident centaur. She met his eye as she cleared her throat and messed with some settings beside the mic.

“So you think you’re big? Think you’re man enough to please a big beautiful centaur like me? You must think you’re quite the beast… well, come on in and let’s find out.”

Her smokey voice was equal parts enticing and commanding. Soft and firm enough that it gave Mark goosebumps. She caught his eye, trotting gently in place as she turned around to face him. The dancing meters on her recording gear showed it was still picking up her voice. Even her clacking hooves. Elvira smiled smugly at her fanboy as she approached him. Her extra height was rubbed in as she looked down on him. The contrasting smell of perfume and a faint but powerful smell of her more bestial lower half invaded his senses and personal space. Mark fidgeted but he didn’t dare to budge or look away.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” she asked expectantly, meeting his gaze.

“Let’s whip that cute little human dick out and let’s see what you can do.”

Mark looked around awkwardly as if she might be talking to somebody else… but god, did he want to listen to her! He started to stammer “Do you mean…?” when she pressed a finger to his lips. Her other hand went down to rest on his crotch, rubbing his bulge through his pants.

“Shhh. No talking. Just whip it out and fuck me,” she said in a lower but still recording tone.

Mark blushed heavily. Even having slept with Shiny and Gilda earlier today, they hadn’t been so commanding about it. He was right back to his meek and horny self as he obediently dropped his pants. His erection popped right up and out, standing at full attention for her.

Elvira smirked and leaned her upper body over, running her fingers over his shaft. She knew just where to stroke to tease him as he stared down at her cleavage and her subtly shifting arm muscles. Her blue lips smirked as her eyes rolled back up to his face to catch him staring. She was clearly intent on acting out her recording, not just providing him lip service. But how far was she going to take it?

“Not bad. For a little human white boy, anyway. Now let’s see how it performs.”

With no further warning, the centaur star lowered her head and caught the head of Mark’s cock in her mouth. He gasped and gripped his seat as she started bobbing her head, warming his dick and her mouth up with some simple sucking. She moaned and grunted audibly, keeping her recording going as she sloppily sucked him off. Mark mewled softly but tried to obey her command to keep quiet and make it her all show. He just tried to focus on Elvira, her pouty blue lips squeezing around his shaft while her tits and hairbands swayed in a delayed echo of her head’s movements.

She didn’t linger for long, but her high and interested moans kept coming. Elvira lowered her head and mouth further until she had taken all of him down her throat. For all the talk about the size of centaurs, her mouth and throat were plenty tight as she deepthroated him. The humanoid half wasn’t in question, at least not to him as she nuzzled her nose and lips against his pelvis. Her lips kissed and curled as he felt her every husky moan around his dick before finally pulling back. She left a ring of deep blue lipstick around his shaft and balls in her wake as she noisily licked her lips.

“Wow… that’s some good shit. Tasty little snack, ain’t ya? Not bad, not bad. But I’m not impressed yet. We know what the real test is here, and I bet you can’t make this big bitch cum!”

Elvira shifted back to her upright position and her intimidating height. She raised and flexed her arms for him while she puffed out her chest, testing the limits of her tank top. When Mark seemed fully sheepish, humble and horny, she pulled off her top to expose her brown breasts and even darker, erect, and slightly upturned nipples. She kept an eye on him as she turned around, swaying her huge hips as she brought her horse half to bear on him.

Elvira raised her tail as she whipped off her skirt. It was immediately apparent why they were common garments, because she barely had to raise her hips to expose her large, equine pussy. Lifting her rump and tail flashed him a tight asshole and a smooth, open patch of hairless skin.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Or were you all talk and just trying to sneak a peek?” she teasingly encouraged him.

Mark blushed but he pressed on. He got up and curiously ran his fingers over her spacious slit. It was tighter than he expected. Soft and incredibly warm, radiating the bodyheat of the few-hundred pound femdom before he could even fully touch it. Elvira let out a few soft purrs as he experimented, but her stern, steady gaze seemed to show that her patience was limited.

“I guess I can respect putting somebody else’s pleasure ahead of your own, but don’t think you can count on your hands the whole way through here.”

She sped things up for him, taking a large step back. It thrust Elvira’s big furry ass at him until her warm mound mashed up against his crotch. She shook her hips in wide, clumsy strokes that ground up against him. It seemed to be equal parts lapdance and an animal rubbing up against a tree to scratch an itch. Every time his cock flicked past her pussy, it briefly caught between her wet and open lips.

Mark breathed heavily as he mustered the courage to go through with it. He grabbed her by the hips, getting her to hold steady. She kept watching him with a smile on her face, the flexibility of centaur spines letting her rotate almost completely around to see him fuck her. Once he pushed inside, her back straightened out a bit more and she gasped. It was loud and high enough to make the audio readings spike for a second.

“Ohhh~! How does it…? Mmm~! Uh, good start,” she muttered after her sudden outburst.

Mark wasn’t sure how much of it was an act and how much was her genuine enjoyment, but it was hot either way. Either he was actually impressing and exciting her, or she was convincingly teasing him for the sake of the audio. The confusion only made him hornier, so he started thrusting into her. Her pussy was soft and loose on the outside, but the thick and wet insides still rubbed his cock from all sides. He thrust upward to meet her height, panting softly as his breathing got heavier. Her sloppy pussy left wet sucking sounds as he fucked her from behind, her steady bottom half remaining unmoved by his efforts.

“Ooh, that’s it… I mean… nice try. It’s a… a nice… mmf… effort. But you’re not gonna… oh fuck…”

Elvira kept interrupting herself with short gasps and moans. Her upper half was far enough away from the rear that while Mark kept fucking her deep snatch, she was free to do what she wanted with her hands. She bit her knuckle or ran her hands over her own breasts. It was a surreally sexy moment as she seemed to put on a show for him while also being pumped with his full shaft. He squeezed two handfuls of her fur to pump in as deep as he could. Seeing he had more room to go, Mark eyed the chair he had been sitting in. He hooked its leg with his foot, pulling it close enough for him to stand on. From there, he could pull up her tail and thrust straight into her, getting a few extra inches from the height as he pushed all the way inside her. He connected with something large and semisolid with his newfound reach, and Elvira’s eyes widened in either genuine surprise or the best acting he’d seen in a long time.

“OH~! Oh my… oh fuck, yessss~! Fuck my big juicy clit~!” she wailed.

The centaur’s eyes fluttered as he used every bit of her pussy he could reach. He rammed hard into her. Even if he was truly getting her off, he was clearly not strong enough to hurt the heavy horse half. His balls slapped against her thinly furry flank and underbelly as she let out more passionate cries, arching her back and raising her hind legs to offer up more of her pussy to the horny fan. The mic picked up her long and needy cries that Mark was sure he’d listen to later to remember the erotic moment vividly. Even the slap of his hips against hers carried over as she cursed and praised him. She squeezed her breasts and could barely close her mouth as she panted for air, leaning far enough back once in a while to plant a clumsy, blue-lipped kiss on his mouth or cheek.

“Oh you… I can’t believe it! It’s so good! I can’t… gods! I’ve taken stallions that haven’t got me this good! How can a little brat like you… so cute and small but so hot~! Ohhh you’re just barely touching, teasing… it’s so fucking… I’m gonna… EEEAAAHHH~!”

Any pretense of her acting went away as her full body tensed up. She gushed a bucketload of cum over Mark’s cock, feeling like his cock was stuck inside a running faucet. The heat, wetness and vibration of it all as her pussy clenching and squirting around him was almost enough to make him lose his footing. He gripped her tail for balance, but that just seemed to excite her more. Her decorated hair trembled like pompoms as the pussy clenched around Mark’s cock with a shocking amount of pressure. He shuddered and came inside her, even if his relatively tiny amount of jizz was easily lost in the tidal wave of girl cum. By the time she was done gushing over him, Mark was practically mounted on her flank with how deep in her he was. Elvira gave a long, pleased hum as she ran her hands through her hair.

“Damn… oh wow… not bad for a smallfry. Not bad at alllll,” she purred in her usual sultry and teasing tone.

She cleared her throat and gave another sigh.

“I might just have to keep you around after all… how about I get your number?”

She caught Mark’s eyes with a mischievous glint to hers. She reached out and turned off the recording as the human finally started to slip out of her relaxing pussy.

“So how did you want that file? Thumb drive? Email?” she offered in her usual cool tone.

“Uh, email’s fine,” Mark replied, nodding eagerly as he sat back on the chair to replace his pants.

Elvira toyed with a few things on her phone, musing some tune to herself before she looked up again a minute later.

“And sent. Should be there in a second, otherwise come find me and I’ll resend it.”

“Thanks! Thanks so much,” Mark panted as he recuperated from his first time with a woman who weighed at least half a ton.

Elvira slipped back into her top and skirt as she approached him again. He tensed up, not sure if he was about to be scolded, sworn to secrecy, or given a new command.

“I’d like to let you cool off, but I do gotta use my mini studio. Could you take it somewhere else?” she asked politely.

Mark nodded and stood up, grabbing his bag.

“Right. Sorry. Thanks again!”

He started for the door, but her strong hand grasped him by the arm and held him back. She smiled as she met his gaze again.

“Seriously, though. Gimme those digits in case I need another sweet little humie to fuck my brains out.”