Wild Weekend
By BD-Acht

All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction intended for adults only.


The end of another week at Burvan's University for the Arcane descended upon the rural college town. Tired, pent up students of every disciple took to Friday night festivities, including the most popular pastime of young academics and the satyrs of the inner continent alike: drinking. Midterms had just ended which made this a rowdy weekend indeed.

The party in question wasn't a full out block party. No, it was more subdued and soaked with sexuality. Half a dozen couples had already found somewhere secluded in the old house to blow off steam and the rest of them were eying prospective partners for the evening.

The house buzzed with the voices of the remaining throng. It was old and ill-maintenanced, but it was a very serviceable place for a party.

A throng of tipsy students hovered near one another in a living room that held what little character a student budget could afford. Despite the relatively spartan furnishings, the couch was comfortable and the rugs clean. Someone had even lit the fireplace in a sporting effort to be more refined.

Among the group was centaur. One whose face drew in a frown as a voice rang out.

"Hey Dralli, you can do that weird thing with your, uh... That body magic thing, right? Do it for us! It sounds crazy,” Stan slurred. The centaur with her dark hair pulled up in a ponytail crossed her arms and huffed, “It's not weird. It's just fleshcraft.” She may have been buzzed but she still had some self respect.

It wasn't that she was self conscious. She was quite proud of her body and the stares it got her here. Not too many beastfolk made it this far out of the continent so she stuck out among the majority demihuman university.

No, she just thought it was silly that body shaping was so taboo here. If they could only see what her and her first boyfriend had got up to in the Heartglade.

She bit her lip.

Usually her exhibitionist streak wasn’t quite so enticed. Maybe it was the booze, or their vibe. Or maybe she really did think showing off a bit might make the people here a bit more understanding of some foreign magics. A…cultural exchange. Yes, that was it.

"Fine. Who wants a ride?" she grinned to the cheers of her comrades. A hand raised itself high as its owner pushed herself up from the couch.

Stacy met the centaur's eyes with a lopsided grin.

"Pauline said it was fucking great so don't make me regret it," she cackled.

Dralli just chuckled. Pauline, her 5-foot-nothing catgirl friend and occasional fuckbuddy, had let their little trist slip eh?

She was surprised. Usually Pauline liked to keep her wild side to herself and her partners. The sassy little catgirl had been the cause of more than a few unplanned boosts to her anatomy and she wondered how long it would take for the humans to catch on that most centaurs don't dye their tails for just a day or two.

Stacy looked the taller girl up and down, lingering on her breasts and then her horse-half rear.

"So where am I going?"

A deliciously depraved idea sprung to mind. She had to shove down the voice of reason that would have normally curbed such a blatant act. It was college right? Time to live a little.

Her cock dropped from its sheath to join her dangling balls.

"You gotta be shitting me. I can't- That won't fit!" Stacy protested. Even while buzzed, she knew the centaur was beyond her limits. Dralli simply shook her head with a sultry smile.

"Doesn't have to. Bend over Stacy."

Somehow, that actually seemed to convince her. She gave a little grin before wiggling out of her jeans and presented her rear for the beastwoman. Dralli, for her part, was intoxicated. Not only had the beer gone to head, but now lust and dominant desires were running amok in her brain.

The centaur took in the bent over girl before her. Ass up, offering herself up to be used as clay. No, more than that.

To be used as her flesh.

Stacy gave an impatient wiggle of her ass and Dralli lunged forward. A hot stiff cockhead met plush wet vulva. The girl yelped as she had her intimates prodded, but the cry suddenly stopped as something happened.

Dralli's dominant urges sent her forward, pushing her oversized dick right into Stacy. But instead of parting her lips and plunging inside, the fat column of hard flesh simply melted against the much smaller woman's intimates, disappearing. The horny volunteer gave a confused grunt which quickly turned into a moan.

The centaur could not deny her urges. Between her aching dick and the fleshcrafting she craved the satisfaction of hilting the submitting girl beneath her.
Her cock slid right into Stacy so smoothly it almost looked like it had to be gliding through flesh.

And as the crowd of tipsy college students watched they could see something else happening. Stacy's body writhed and flexed, back tensing in an upwards arch under the centaur girl's large lower body as the seemingly phantom cock pushed through her insides. Her arms went from the floor to gripping Dralli's front legs as she wobbled on tip-toes and leaned back to use the length impaling her for support. Stacy's eyes rolled ceaselessly under her messy bangs as she groaned and panted.

Soon the oversized penetration pushed deeper than it ever could have normally. The crowd watched as her waist pushed out.

Was that Dralli's doing? Or just from taking an oversized cock?

Their answer came as Stacy's skin gently started to blush. Her pale skin broke out into a splochy flush before the color became vibrant in some patches and darker in others.
Her flesh was soon rendered in lurid shades of pink and brown. The drunken crowd broke into a chorus of ooohs as they realized what was happening.

Before their very eyes the adventurous girl changed further. Her stomach and torso grew swollen, becoming a cylindrical match to the meat that was now almost hilted inside her. Her tiptoes lost purchase, bodyweight now resting comfortably on Dralli's

thick shaft as her arms clung to her forelegs. A moment later it was clear why she lost her footing as her legs curled upwards, their skin loosening and turning Dralli's dark equine brown as calfs curled into rounding thighs.

The centaur seemed to be enjoying herself. Her eyelids were fluttering and a steady pant was filling her lungs. She steadied herself to look over the crowd's wide eyes. She saw concern, lust, jealousy, hunger. But none left. They all wanted to see.

The proud centaur drank in their attention, the smug look on her face right at home. Her hands wandered under her shirt to fondle her still clothed breasts.

Stacy herself looked to be in the middle of a very intense experience. Face held up, eyes shut, expression strained with unfamiliar pleasure and lips held in a quivering O. Her face was a vision of confused bliss.

She hadn't even realized her arms had been replaced by a few particularly fat veins bulging beneath her new skin. Too many new sensations to keep track of to notice her body was now held aloft by an erotic internal rigidity.

As the last few inches before the base plunged in, an ecstatic groan poured from her lips. She was hilted as the rolling change reached her head and the last of her swelled into a fleshy cylinder. A mottled, meaty rod end that looked almost identical to the equine equipment Dralli was originally packing.

There were two differences.

The first was that it was much, much larger. A person sized shaft and set of balls. Dralli hadn't reduced Stacy's size at all when converting her into cockmeat.

The second difference was that it had Stacy’s face on its blunt tip. Puffy and throbbing with cock-pink skin, but still the same face.

In one smooth motion, Dralli’s huge dick had disappeared into the other woman while simultaneously hanging her as her new meat in that same thrust. Her balls gently swung to a stop as the slow plunge ended.

“OhmyfuckingGo- S-someone touch me," Stacy stammered.

More or less. Her words were damp, droplets of a different kind of drool flying from her lips. In one smooth thrust the majority of her body had been converted into centaur cockmeat. Physically, she was little more than a dick that could talk.

“F-fuck. I need to…I wanna fuck…”

Having her head so swiftly swollen into the terminal end of a throbbing, leaking pleasure pole was having some effects on her mind. Her mental bandwidth struggled to focus beyond the howling need for touch filling every fiber of her being. Her shuddering movements were far more phallic now, flexing from the base up and down.

“Fucking crazy!” "She cocked her!" "God that was hot."
"Wish I could do that." "I wish I was her."

The crow of voyeurs yelled and whooped in celebration as Dralli completed her fleshcrafting. The centaur looked down at them with a look of pride, feeling her new cock throb at the change, her racing pulse on display for the drunken crowd.

Social boundaries already smashed to pieces, the throng closed in to better inspect their changed compatriot. Hands reached out to poke and prod and touch the turgid flesh hanging below their centaur friend.

Dralli grunted, twitching a half-step back as they set upon Stacy.

“Uh, guys, I know everyone’s excited but she’s not just for looks,” she spoke with an exerted mumble. Lustdrunk.

Her drunken cohorts paused, gears almost visibly turning in their heads, confused. She was still shocked by how little fleshcrafting they had seen.

Dralli raised her eyebrows in mild disbelief. “Guys, she’s literally my cock. You’re basically feeling up my dick right now.”

This time the message came through clearly, but they didn’t recoil from her as expected. They looked at one another, eyeing up their becocked friend.

A waggling line of pre hung from the lowermost edge of Stacy’s new head. Her eyes were lidded and glassy, squirming for more touch from the nearby spectators. Although that just translated to needy little jumps of her length from her phallic muscles.

“Oh really?" a voice from the crowd below asked innocently. Had her head been clear, Dralli would have picked up on the devious inflection. "So she's actually you’re dick right now?”

Her tail flicked in irritation.

"Yeah, that's what I said. Why else would I merge her down thERE!"

The centaur shrieked in a sudden surprising burst of pleasure as someone started to make out with her cock. The feeling of the group shifted, their curiosity turning into a lewd merriment. A communal act of teasing Dralli through her Stacy shaped schlong.

Suddenly there were dozens of hands on her girlshaft, massaging and stroking the thick hard flesh. Dralli had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her legs went tense as she forced herself to be still, not wanting to step on someone beneath her if she jerked back now.

Stacy was blissed out. Her muffled squeal suddenly choked to silence as she pulsed a big bead of precum past her partner's lips.

"What are you...?!" Dralli began, but quickly trailed off. No, her head was far too foggy with pent up lust to protest. Her chest filled with fiery passion as she began to relish the worship of her cock. Stacy, for her half of their pairing, was too much of a cock at this point to do anything but welcome the pleasurable touch.

Soon there were tongues and lips and tits, all working up and down Stacy’s mottled musky girth. Dralli moaned through a bit lip as she was wracked with ecstasy.

Stacy, was in heaven. This was bliss for her altered state. At any given moment multiple people were kissing her rubbery face. Lips across her features and pressing against her needy mouth. And that's if they were being chaste, if there was such a thing when she was entirely cockflesh.

Hot wet tongues dragged across her face and the edges of her blunt head. Tasting her slick pre and throbbing flesh. Meanwhile several others ran their hands and faces over that huge leathery sack that used to be her legs.

The shafted girl was flexing with need, her mouth parted for a constant moan... at least when it wasn’t precum pouring from her lips, and her voice wasn’t more than a wet squirt. She had already painted a few faces with that clear, musky lust.

“G-guys!” was all Dralli could manage. Groaning, she flexed her meat against all the teasing stimulation. Stacy swelled and grew steel stiff, body jumping up into a phallic arch. Her eyes rolled back from the increased pressure, the resulting ecstacy momentarily blotting out her thoughts. Her mouth was a lewd faucet at this point and her voice was replaced with a cock’s version of moan. Her mind was more urges than cognizance at this point.

The group gasped as the length of girlcock hopped out of their collective hands. A round of giggles closely followed as they reached out to her aching length again, the tensing of the cockgirl just rewarding their efforts.

Dralli could only take so much. It was an entire orgy focused solely on teasing and pleasing her dick…a dick made from the transmuted body of an acquaintance to be a sentient pillar of fuckflesh that was aching to cum.

This was all to say, it was a miracle she'd held out this long.

"Guys! S-seriously! If she- If I cum, it'll be harder to turn her baaaaAAACKK!"

The centaur's voice rose to a shrill cry as the dam broke. Stacy's phallic body swelled, pulsing up and down as her muscles involuntarily began to pump. Her mouth held in a wide, happy O as she felt something begin to roll up her length.

The cockgirl couldn't think. The pleasure was overwhelming her cockmeat brain as it took in the sheer rapture of orgasming as a penis. Every fiber of her being felt aglow with indescribable pleasure and a profound sense of satisfaction, of fulfillment. It soaked her completely as she felt the canal running through her middle fill and pump with molten heat.

Bliss was all she knew as the taste of cum soaked her tongue and the first rope gushed from her lips. Not a single thought in her head. Only cum as it pumped from her glans.

The mess was immediate. With so many partygoers crowded around the spasming rod there were few who stayed clean. The first wad alone coated the faces of at least three and it only got messier from there. They gasped through the thick white cream as the Stacy-cock began to pump in earnest, entire length recoiling with each rhythmic pulse. Great white spurts streaked from her swollen face to fly over and splatter across those gathered before her.

The group cheered as they realized that the extremely hung centaur and person-cock was finally cumming. Without thinking, several stumbled into the splash zone, letting themselves get covered in a one (or was it two?) person bukkake. The scent quickly soaked the air and more than a few sampled Stacy's fresh ballbatter.

Dralli tried to hang on for dear life. Her eyes were squeezed shut and a panting cry squealed from her throat. Her fingers squeezed her breasts as she held her shaking legs still and endured the torrent of pleasure gushing from her dick.

After nearly a full minute of climax, the girlmeat finally began to lose steam. The force behind the squirting ropes lessened and they didn't so much as fly as splat out from the twitching shaft. With a final flex, the last of Stacy's nuts was emptied in a gush that clung to her head.

It was the most cum any of them had ever seen. Everything was coated in seed. It had formed a small lake before the centaur and several kneeling party goers soaked in it. Streaks of the stuff had flown past them in long messy lines leading away from the centaur.

And still, even after that monumental release, Dralli felt several keen tongues begin to clean her Stacy-shaft.

She could only groan. It was all she could do to remain standing atop her shaking legs. They bowed outwards like a newborn fawn.

She decided to simply bask in the carnal attention, even if the touch was a little much for her hypersensitive cock. She and Stacy were too spent to protest.

As the depraved partners slurped up the cock cream, the centaur started to notice something odd. Everything was still too much of a jumble of sensations to tell what though. One of her "attendant" pulled her tongue from her glans and helped to clarify.

"Uh, Dralli? Stacy's face is gone," the girl said helpfully. The pieces clicked together in Dralli's addled head.

She suddenly jerked as a spread hand ran over her now smooth, blunt tip, looking exactly as her centaur cock should. Facial features all gone. They had been stiff, rubbery glans flesh anyways but now her pretty face was an inscrutable phallic dome.

"See? All smooth... Where'd she go?" The crowd murmured as Dralli wrestled with the fact that she may have over done it.

"Is she gone?"

"Uh oh, she's totally cock now." "Oh god, did she go with the cum?"

The centaur's voice cut through the din.

"No...no, she's still in there. But now she's...uh...stuck, for a while."

While an extended stay as her penis wasn't the end of the world, Stacy probably didn't have a longer stay in mind. And it was only polite to get permission before reducing a cute girl into your big messy copulatory organ.

She also would've liked to feel less turned on by dominating the woman so completely, but, well, the evidence was writ by Stacy's very own body. She was still hard. Drooping slightly in a partial-stiffy, but eager.

A voice came from below, someone hugging her massive nuts. "Does she stay longer if she cums more?"
Dralli frowned. "No? Why?"

"Because I was massaging these and didn't get to see her explode." Now...that was a thought. Suddenly the dom in her stirred back to life. "Next person to make St- me jizz gets whatever fleshcrafting they want!"

The crowd cheered and Dralli's head fell back as many hands and lips and tits and tongues reachout out to lavish her girlcock once more.

Within the huge length of fuckmeat, Stacy's mind happily soaked in the narrow and intense bandwidth of experience that was being a very horny, very stimulated dick. Drooling anew from her new, smooth countenance, the transformed woman hardly noticed the difference as the cock named Stacy began to eagerly build towards another glorious explosion of ecstasy.

...

It was before the sun was more than a warm glow on the horizon that Dralli awoke. She found herself laying in the center of a cuddle puddle. It felt...sticky, but surprisingly comfortable.

She began to rub the sleep from her eyes, trying to piece together what exactly had happened last night when a tingle went up her spine. Half-a-dozen sleeping breaths brushed over her every intimate area as people slept cuddled up to her junk. The memory of what she had done to her meat, who it was came back to her in an erotic rush.

That helped to explain the morning wood.

Dralli's eyes fluttered as those sleepy breaths flowed over her again. There was even someone who had their face at her back end, showing that neglected part of her some love. She imagined that not many people knew what that felt like to have so many people snuggling with their unmentionables.

Truly this was a momentous night...one that threatened to embarrass even her stalwart confidence. She was far more open about sex than most humans but she didn't necessarily want the debauchery of last night to define her.

She began the process of extracting herself from the pile, luckily able to roll back to her hooves carefully around the sleeping throng. Some of her lovers stirred but not enough to wake for more than a drowsy grin and a sleepy murmur. She was lucky that her hangover wasn't as bad as theirs would be. Another reason to be thankful she was a centaur.

She found her shirt laying on a nearby couch thankfully clean of any seed. How she had managed that last night she didn't know.

Leaving through the sidedoor, Dralli began her walk of shame as the glow of dawn began to creep into the dim sky. She was thankful that it was dark. She may have escaped dirtying her shirt but she was certain that she was covered in cum here and there just from the patches of her matted coat.

She was also thankful for the dark because, well...her erection hadn't softened yet.

As a centaur she was used to more exposure than most people in the Eastern kingdoms. She was practically a nudist with how little she covered herself. It was like that back home so why not here? A tail was enough for her back bits and if people saw her nuts from the side...they saw her nuts. Just anatomy, she figured.

But here she was, trotting along the bike paths back to her apartment with a massively stiff dick bouncing around below her. Anyone that saw her would think she's in rut.
Flaunting around her arousal like that was definitely crossing a line.

Wait, how was she able to move this smoothly at all? A few more jumbled pieces from last night fell into place. Her dick should've been, well, person sized. Stacy sized.

God, thinking about that wasn't helping her situation either. She would have loved to have blamed her proudly swinging pipe on the cock-for-brains passenger it was made of, but that wouldn't be entirely true. Dralli loved merging like this, and she loved being on top even more.

She grimaced, resigned to hoping that no one was up early enough to catch a glimpse of her fifth leg.

Finally, salvation. The sight of her apartment welcomed her ahead. Dralli swiftly got inside and made for the elevator. The building wasn't really tall enough to warrant one, only four floors, but it did make the building more taur friendly.

As she rounded the corner she had to scramble to a stop as she nearly careened into someone. She still managed to bump into them.

Oh, oh no.

She locked eyes with a disheveled looking cowtaur. Minda. Shit.

Minda was someone she actually knew. They passed each other often on their way to and from campus, often exchanging pleasantries and learning small tidbits about each other as the semester dragged on. And worse, she was also someone that Dralli found herself attracted to.

As they dusted themselves off, the two taurs awkwardly exchanged hellos.

"Dralli? What are you doing out this late?" Oh, she was drunk. She reeked of booze and perfume.

Her dirty blonde hair was a bit of a mess. Strands were parted in a few directions and some of her locks were parted awkwardly around her two cute little horns.

Her shirt looked rumpled and had a beer stain splashed across the bottom. While Dralli herself was fairly top heavy thanks to being a centaur herself, the cowtaur was even more stacked. Dralli wondered if the shirt was even hers, given how small it was.

She felt a pang of...was that jealousy? Maybe she was still more buzzed than she thought.

"Yeah," Dralli spoke with a gravelly voice. It'd been hours since she'd last had water and she had quite a bit of fluids to replenish. She cleared her throat.

"Just getting back from a party. Fun night."

Her cock reminded her it was hard and needy with an involuntary flex. It was impossible to tell if that was her reduced passenger or just a natural twitch.

The centaur could feel a heat start to creep to her cheeks. She was suddenly thankful she was standing so close to the cowtaur. The angle would make it harder to see her long, stiff shame.

"Oh fun! Yeah I had a bit of a night myself. I don't go to parties much so it was cool."

She giggled before adding, "I had a bit of a spill, so I had to borrow a shirt and it is waaaaay too small."

God she was cute, Dralli thought. Before she could catch herself, her eyes wandered to her chest in response to her explanation.

She felt her blush deepen and quickly corrected her gaze. She had to get out of here.
"Heading back up?" she asked, hooking a thumb towards the elevator. Minda nodded with a bubbly "Yep!" and they both began walking. Dralli graciously shuffled back to let her neighbor go first before matching pace slightly behind the cowtaur. She hoped that would be enough to somehow avoid her raging erection from being spotted.

There was a silence as they walked, tinged with awkwardness, but it did give her a moment to breathe.

Dralli’s eyes trailed down her backside from the round tips of her horns to the curve of her back as it met her bovine body. The fur she had was a lighter shade of brown than her own and a few splotches of white here or there.

They shuffled into the elevator, a close fit for two taurs. The close proximity was not helping Dralli relax. The smell of her perfume, the closeness of her, and the stiffness below was sending all sorts of the wrong signals to her already excited anatomy. And there was another scent too. Exciting and on the tip of her tongue. What was that?

The elevator slowly crept to the second floor as the struggling centaur urged it onwards. Minda suddenly spoke.

"Meet anyone new tonight?"

Oh, that was unexpected. Dating had been one of their idle conversation topics for awhile now but she wasn't expecting to get a question now.

"No one yet. I met some new people but nothing..." she was going to say "closer", but that wasn't really true considering just how close the poor girl hanging out below was.

"Serious."

"Ah yeah. Me neither."

That was an odd tone. What was she trying to say?

"I think I scare 'em off to be honest. I'm a lot bigger than most people around here."

"What? No you're fine the way you are Minda! Most of them just haven't left their towns before coming here. They'll come around."

How strange. For Dralli, such self-consciousness was foreign. She had just been the star of an orgy for god’s sake. The centaur knew she stood out and liked to flaunt that.

"You're right, you're right...But, I wonder if it wouldn't be easier...if..." the cowtaur trailed off, eyes flitting to Dralli and away again.

What was going on? She wasn't sure if it was because she was still a bit hungover or the sheer nerves of hiding over a foot of hardon right next to someone cute but she was missing something. But what was it?

Her dick continued to jump and flex excitedly.

The elevator rang out as they reached the second floor and they both jumped as it broke through the tension.

"After you," Minda said a bit too loudly. Was that a blush? Dralli shook her head with a forced smile.
"No no, you go first."

Minda just shook her head. She looked...nervous?

Damn it all. Dralli bit the bullet and stiffly left the elevator ahead of her, keeping her tail low to cover the waggling meat. Thankfully(?) her dick was still ridiculously stiff enough to be completely horizontal under her.

She slowed her pace until Minda came up next to her again, where she would be less likely to see below. They were quickly approaching their apartments. Minda looked like she had something to ask.

Dralli, as much as it felt impolite, figured she could ask later. She had to get this big shameful thing hidden away. Her pace was as swift as she could manage.

They reached her apartment first and exchanged polite goodbyes as Dralli fumbled to get her key in the lock. Minda continued on to the door past their shared neighbor to finish her own long night.

As Dralli turned the latch and pushed the door open Minda spoke.

"Hey Dralli?" her tone was wistful, like she had decided against something. "Thanks for walking with me...tonight?"

Her inflection shifted to a questioning tone to a surprised pitch. Dralli's eyes widened as she looked over to see the cowtaur looking over from her door, face beat red and eyebrows raised at something undern-

"YepokaybyeMinda!" she shouted as her lower body reared up and she scrambled into her apartment. The centaur skidded to a stop in the entry hallway with the door clicking shut behind her.

She held still for a moment inside the tranquility of her empty apartment. Cringing, nothing moved besides the panting in her chest and the bobbing of her cock. She could feel her pulse in every inch of it.

She groaned.

Why!? She had been doing so well!

Poor Minda probably thought she was some sort of sex fiend. Which, she obviously was, as Stacy could attest, but she didn't like flaunting that off to everything that moved! And especially not to someone that wasn’t into it!

Suddenly there was an uncomfortably intense sensation across the head of her cock. A warped feeling of rubber flesh changing, parting. Then there was a groan from below, voice wet and strained.

"Stacy...?" How had she reformed her mouth? That was…uncommon for someone so thoroughly changed.

She felt her cock spit and a feeling of wetness hang from her dick. Stacy spoke again, much clearer now.

"Dralli? Why..."

The centaur frowned, a fresh mix of anxiety as she realizes she'll have to assuage the phallified girl's concerns now that she's temporarily stuck...anxiety that quickly turns to confusion at the next question.

"Why...why didn't you two fuck? Fuck I'm so stiff." "What?" Dralli asked bluntly. What was she talking about? "You and the other girl? Minda? She wanted you bad."

Dralli bent her human half over to look directly at her dick. Seeing a very pretty set of plush lips gracing her cocktip, all in the lurid pink of her cock, was an odd thing to behold. Titillating, at the very least.

"What are you saying?"

The woman stuck as her cock had no eyes, but Dralli could almost feel the eye-roll. "Oh for fuck's sake. Dralli, she wanted to get railed."

The befuddled centaur went back through the interaction. Minda's odd tone and blush.

The strange things she was saying. That odd, musky smell… "Oh... God dammit..."

The cockgirl groaned as her entire length tensed repeatedly. “Yeah, I’ll say. Now where are you gonna stuff me?”