"Just a mage, huh?" Winters says. "Well, I guess I don't need one more mage in my unit... especially not one who can't even keep herself out of a pretty mild-mannered centauress's stomach-"<br/><br/>"-hey!" Sarnai breaks in.<br/><br/>"-go ahead and digest her," Winters continues, "if she can't get herself out of there, one way or another."<br/><br/>"Oh. Thanks," Sarnai says, as her stomach<span style="font-style: italic">gurgles</span>. "You can take a little rough in there, right Cathy?"<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Ngh... mmm..." Jargal moans. "Oh Goddess, I can feel them..." she sighs, as Xentia's constructs are<span style="font-style: italic">slurped up</span>. "They're so empty, so unsatisfying... you'd better not be too long with that girl, or..." the threat goes unspoken, then she bucks - as you make her cum.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay," she murmurs, nuzzling against you. The way the other centauresses are looking at her. "I'll wait a bit longer... and I'll let you ride me. But you have to take responsibility for feeding me. A-and keep doing that..."<br/><br/>It's a big deal. Centauresses don't easily become someone's personal mount...