Hotel Chaldea Ep. Artoria Lancer & Artoria Lancer Alter

Suddenly becoming a quadruped is actually difficult to get used to. Shocker I know, but it's true. You actually had to learn how to stand up and walk, and it took a little over an hour to get it right, though eventually, your body adapted, and the instincts developed on their own. Luckily, there wouldn't be much running or galloping.

Now, what had happened?

Well, thanks to a certain someone being both available and willing to try new things, you wound up getting roped into another production from Hotel Chaldea's video service. They offered custom made stuff to order, and thus you and two others were tapped to produce a specific kind of fantasy.

The issue was that said fantasy involved a centaur. At first, anyone would be wondering, why not request the great teacher Chiron, trainer of heroes and more importantly, already a centaur? Well, from what they said, the reason was quite simple.

Chiron was gay.

And, well, while Ritsuka would sometimes try out her servants' boundaries and limits, she categorically refused to make any one of them do something they absolutely did not want to do. And since Chiron did not want to have sex with women, then that was that.

"And what about Red Hare?" you asked.

"Red Hare's a mare," Ritsuka explained, "also according to the rules and regulations, due to the fact that Red Hare still technically qualifies as a horse and not as a Centaur, that would count as animal abuse and therefore is off limits even if Lu Bu's body is the intermediary."

"Ugh, I guess that makes sense," you admitted. "Okay then."

Centaurs didn't need horseshoes, and you were quite a bit bigger than a regular horse. Not just because your still completely human torso was sticking up from where the horse's neck would meet its torso, but the horse torso itself was bigger than even the biggest breeds of horses.

"Alright then," Ritsuka said, gesturing at the large, barn-like doors in front of you. "Are you ready for the Fuck of the Centaury?" she asked, raising a hand high above.

"That is the cheesiest, dumbest title I've ever heard, but yes," you said, meeting her hand, and then stepping past her and into the barn.

Immediately it felt like you stepped into an alternate world. The halls of Chaldea smelled clean and fragrant, the barn, well, it was clean and didn't smell of feces, and that put it ahead of most other barns around the world. Smelled like hay actually.

It was also, not so subtly, filled with lighting and recording equipment, strategically hidden and outfitted with special devices that made the cameras and lights invisible to the cameras themselves.

Right there in the middle were two of the most sought after beauties in Hotel Chaldea, two almost identical women in fact.

To your left in a blue and gold leotard, wearing thigh highs and bicep length gloves, was the woman who answered to the name of Artoria Lancer, to distinguish herself from the others who shared her name. She had her hair carefully tied and braided, held in a tight and prim bun.

Opposite her to your right, wearing black and more black, was the King of Storms, Artoria Lancer Alter, Lalter sometimes when convenience called, wearing a bodysuit that had cutouts on the inside of her thigh, the front of her torso, under her armpits and on her cheeks, to show off her sexy body. Her hair was a little looser and wilder than her other self.

Both of them had identical, extremely sexy bodies, with huge, galloping, bouncing gazongas that attracted the gaze of every man that ever laid eyes on them, and they didn't even have to sacrifice the legendary peach that distinguished King Arthur more than any other detail, the firm, perky, rounded buttcheeks that were the true stone where the sword of the King should be buried.

They were, undoubtedly and without a shadow of a doubt, two of the most attractive women the world had ever seen, perhaps the greatest gift that the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad had given unto the world being the body it had bestowed upon the Once and Future King in return for wielding the lance.

You had heard once or twice that holding the Lance for too long would turn its wielder into a goddess, and with those divine bodies, you certainly could buy the transformation.

Both of them were on their knees, with their legs spread. And both of them were ready. There was no need to talk, they knew the rules, and so did you. With a smile and a nod, the golden blonde haired uncorrupted King of Knights beckoned you forward. With a serious expression, a twist and a head bob to the side, the pale haired corrupted King of Knights demanded you advance.

Each of your steps made a thudding noise, not the almost coconut like steps that some might expect, those'd be added in post, you didn't have horseshoes and you were walking on tightly compacted dirt and hay. Still, as you advanced, you crossed your arms.

Your coat was a deep and rich brown, and the lights almost reflected off of it, giving it an almost golden hue. What kind of breed you resembled was anyone's guess, but what you did know was that your height was tremendously impressive. Enough that if you stretched, you could reach the storage space high above, nearly five meters above the ground.

The two of them watched your every step with bated breath, tracking your every movement. Your body was unusually muscular even for a powerful horse, matching the muscles on your torso which seemed to have gained an upgrade, making it look as if you were flexing all the time.

It was important, you needed to look big, masculine and staggeringly manly. You knew the cameras would focus on you a lot, and you had endured the time it took to get all dolled and lotioned up, complete with hair growth potion that gave you a wild look, as well as the following trim to make sure you were manly, but not unkempt.

You heard gasps from both Lancers as you stepped between them, giving them access to your lower body. Concentrating, you could feel the two of them move, scooting forward between your legs. Your impressive height allowed them plenty of space and comfort, also necessary especially as the cameras were moving about.

It was time to begin the first step, and that was the oral sex session.

First, Artoria Lancer Alter moved, her big thighs and butt cushioning her movement as she settled between your crotch and your front legs, giving her a good spot to reach forward with her hands.

To begin with, your cock wasn't out, it was contained within its sheath, and mostly retracted into your body, but it became immediately evident that this was not a big problem for the woman currently reaching for your junk.

"Mhm... such a magnificent specimen," the low, almost husky, voice of the King of Storms reached your ears making you perk up, only giving you the slightest bit of warning as you felt a pair of hands, mostly warm and exposed palms, covered in what was either sweat or saliva, land on your mostly still retracted cock, starting to gently coax it out of containment.

She pressed her palms against your crotch and pushed to speed up the rate at which your cock began to stretch its way out of your body, and then, worked her hands along your rapidly lengthening and hardening shaft to more quickly help pull the large, thick, girthy and meaty penis out of its final covering.

"Mhm... the shape, the size, even the smell... you knock them all out of the park..." she moaned.

"And these..!" the Pristine King of Knights joined in. "So thick, heavy and juicy..!"

Her hands grabbed onto each of your testicles, letting you get an actual idea for their size, because each of her hands wasn't enough to contain the sheer immensity of your testicles, using both hands, she could barely cup them with both her hands, and you felt her fingers, almost thin like needles and feeling cold against the blazing heat of your balls, squeeze you slightly.

It felt incredible actually.

"I must... taste them..!"

And what felt even better was her burying her face on your ballsack, immediately after you felt her sniff, breathing in deeply, which actually caused an involuntary gasp to seize you, a spark of pleasure igniting you and getting you even more aroused. As her tongue slipped out and began to lap at your ballsack, you felt the corrupted King instead begin to stroke your length.

The pleasure was mounting, and only getting even more intense when the Corrupted King opened her mouth wide to start servicing the flattened tip of your cock. You had to actually flex your arms and put them where your hips joined your horse torso, squeezing them to hold it in while the two were heaping pleasure upon you with their tongues, lavishing you with saliva while at the same time, stroking your cock and caressing your balls.

The uncorrupted King did her utmost to take your balls into her mouth, while the corrupted King sealed her lips around the flare of your cock as much as she could and began to tongue the opening at the front, the urethral opening that was big enough for her tongue to slip inside in an incredibly pleasurable way.

Tensing your muscles wasn't enough, the half of your body that was equine simply didn't have the built-in resistance that you had developed, it wasn't really meant to hold back its orgasm, it was meant to fuck only to reproduce, and to do so quickly and efficiently, and that meant that although you wanted to bask in the pleasure for far longer, your orgasm came swiftly, and it came hard.

The moment they felt it and you couldn't contain the groan, they moved swiftly, instead of front and back, they took positions on either side left and right of you once again, curiously inverted from before, and then, the two of them met in a sort of weird hug, using their hands to free their gigantic tits from the covering of their leotard-esque outfits, letting the juicy mountains out to play, just in time to find a match in each other, with your meat pole in the middle.

The sheer heat and pressure, and the beating of their racing hearts, pushed you to the limit, and to the rhythm of their squeezing and milking, you started to cum, exploding like a shotgun blast of semen.

Each of your ejaculations already broke the limits of what made sense, but with the power of your centaur form, it was even beyond that. Your cum came out in thick and heavy ropes, almost jelly-like and sticky, each of them alone was a cupful of semen and you shot out several with every spurt, spraying it all over their lower bodies, their legs and their thighs and their crotches.

They didn't waste time moving about and making sure to squeeze out and extract as much as possible, nearly bathing in it as they used their hands to compliment the work of their breasts, pulling back and letting you free so you could paint their chests as well, and then approaching their faces, pressing cheek to cheek, to the tip of your cock, as the last few spurts of semen, still voluminous and mighty, covered their slutty faces.

They stroked you with their hands in perfect unison, opening their mouths and sticking their tongues out, to catch the dribbling end of your ejaculation.

With mutual kisses to your flared tip, they finally completed their task, and basked in the heat and pleasure.

But the show had to go on, and that meant, they had to move. There was a suspiciously and conveniently placed breeding mount for horses, an object normally meant to have a machine mounted to it in order to extract samples, but of course, it had been modified so that a woman could ride it, and set higher, to accomodate for your unusually immense height.

The two Kings went through a rapid Rock Paper Scissors game, and with the victory of the King of Knights, the King of Storms crossed her arms and stepped aside as her counterpart mounted the breeding machine, grabbing onto the handholds and putting her legs on the clippers that looked almost like stirups.

You spared a glance at her, and she offered you a smile. "Come to me," she moaned. "Shove that mighty rod into my needy mare cunt," she begged.

Right. With a huffing and growling noise, you stepped towards her, unhooking your arms and striking the pose you'd been taught to look bigger and even a little intimidating. You got in position and lined up, though of course, as soon as you did, Lalter stepped up quietly and where the camera wasn't focusing, to guide your cock to the proper hole.

This was about to be... an experience, to say the least. Your cock was going into a hole way too small for it. Drugs and magical effects would help Artoria Lancer stretch, but only so much. You would still essentially be shoving your cock into a pussy that was a few sizes and maybe a couple more half sizes too small for your huge centaur cock.

"Ngnh, yeahhh, yess...!! This is what I was hoping for, this is..! A true stallion's cock, a dominant stallion..! Fuck me!!"

Lalter slapped your muscular behind and the nearly literal ponytail on your backside jumped as the hit caused your muscles to tense and you to accidentally take a step forward, shoving a foot, thirty centimeters of cock, about as thick as their meaty and fat thighs, all the way into Artoria Lancer's tight pussy.

Immediately you knew the motion put you all the way pushing the back walls of her womb, she had opened up and relaxed and let you all the way through, and you were almost certainly poking out of her abdomen, her stomach most likely bulging with the shape of your cock... and there were still ten more centimeters of cock to go with.

"Don't... guhh, stahhp!! Mo, more..! I want, more, of your magnificent cock!"

You couldn't help but feel a little awkward, not really knowing what to with your human limbs, but luckily, high above there was a bar that you could grab and hold onto, one of the structural supports of the barn, it looked like a wooden beam but that was just a disguise.

Pushing in the last of the way, you finally buried all of your cock inside the tight cunt, stretched smooth, and then, once your back legs were firmly in place, you raised your front legs, helping yourself to the bar actually put in place deliberately for you to hold onto with your front legs, which would give you the proper position to start thrusting.

And then, well, you began doing exactly that. It was like fucking an iron vise, covered in silk and velvet, and slathered in slick lube, she was gushing so much cunt juice that it was like a watery ejaculation with every one of your thrusts and pumps, she was cumming her brains out every time, screeching out agonized screams of pleasure. It was like she was passing out and coming back to consciousness constantly.

Her cunt was so tight and your body so eager to cum that it only took what felt like an instant, but in reality was a good few minutes, to come to completion and finally burst within her, immediately filling her to the point she looked nine months pregnant, about to give birth even, and then some, even as she lost her grip on the saddle-like breeding machine and fell on the ground, the landing causing a geyser of cum to gush from her pussy as she put pressure on her stomach.

"Fuck me too," moaned Lalter, as she took the pristine Lancer's place and insisted on you going to town on her. With aplomb and prompt speed, you pushed into her as well, her hand reaching behind her to guide you just enough that your large cock found her tiny love hole and then you began fucking her as if you had never stopped with Artoria Lancer.

The King of Storms was clearly a little more used to it. "Don't- stop! Don't hold, b-back either, ngh, I'm used to, huge and, unusual cocks!!" she called out, "fuuck, even satyrs have nothing on you, guhd gur, griefff~"

You pushed further in and found that she was indeed, the tiniest bit more flexible, and even wetter and lewder than her uncorrupted version. You knew she was the leader of the Wild Hunt, and apparently, that meant she was a bit more adventurous and, in perhaps too redundant terms, wild than her counterpart.

But that apparently didn't mean much.

You had to remain quiet, but, it would've been amusing to inform her she was only taking half of it.

But even better than that was her reaction when your next thrust went all the way in and in a moment you had her squealing and screaming just like the other one, breaking her limits and pushing her to new heights of pleasure, her tummy expanding and retracting as you fucked her relentlessly.

Within moments of you pushing all the way in she was convulsing in orgasm, and the chain reaction was only getting stronger and more potent with every thrust triggering another brand new orgasm.

Was it any wonder with all the intense pleasure and lack of pause that her constant cumming would eventually push you to your own limit? Of course not! Not even a god could endure such pleasure.

With a mighty roar and a screech of pleasure, another song of orgasm was played, and she lost her grip even more humorously than the King of Knights, slipping over and falling forward in the middle of your orgasm, causing you to cover her entire body in cum once more.

But that was just the start, because the King of Knights was recovering, and you were laying down on your lower torso's side. Luckily, you had parts that the animal your lower half resembled didn't have, your hips and ribs weren't made the same way, you could actually spread out on the ground and the waist that connected the two torsos was very flexible, allowing you to sit in a strange way that allowed the King of Knights and the King of Storms to crawl to your cock, standing up like a pillar of lust, and start servicing it together.

They were entirely oblivious to the world, the pretense of doing it just for the video was gone. The two were simply enjoying themselves, with a sort of play that was almost entirely always off limits most of the time.

With how happy they were getting to suck on your inhuman, massively immense cock, maybe you could offer them a repeat performance some day...

But until then... you would stick to the script, and that meant as soon as your cock was ready to go again, it would be time for them to record the second scene of oral. Centaurs had it really hard, especially if they were interested in dating women.

Because the urge to pat their heads while they were servicing your cock was actually overwhelming, and the issue was, your human arms simply didn't stretch far enough. Your cock was way too far from the rest of your body!

"Can we take a break for water? My body's really large and gets hot easily," you said, as the two kissed and suckled your cock. "I really didn't expect the troubles that came with a centaur body."

The two of them laughed. "Alright, let us take a break then, I too could use a drink of water and a break for my throbbing cunt" the King of Knights stated.

"I'll go fetch us drinks," the King of Storms added. "I, for myself, could still go on," she said, getting up and then hissing as her own pussy protested the movement.

"You two are amazing," you admitted, "I'm shocked you can take so much cock and still keep standing. You guys got experience?"

"W-Well, I admit, I've been curious but... the dildos I've tried just don't match up to, uhm, well you," the King of Knights admitted, blushing bright pink.

"Satyrs have penises similar to yours, although as Fae go, even the biggest and most well endowed... pale," the King of Storms admitted, tapping a wall and causing a mini fridge to appear, from which she pulled three bottles of water, passing one each to her counterpart and to you.

After a quick hydration break, it'd be time to start again, but until then, it felt nice to relax between overwhelmingly amazing fucks.

"You know, I have a bit of curiosity about the man who ordered something with a centaur and two beautiful women," you admitted.

"It wasn't a man," Lalter corrected.

"Indeed. It was a woman," Artoria Lancer confirmed.

"Really?" you asked, blinking. "Though - I suppose it's dumb of me considering how many perverted women I've met," you had to admit. "You know the client?"

Artoria Lancer had a wry smile on her face, and Lalter, a knowing smirk.