#pregnant centaur

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Behold!

A Cursed Image!

(I had to see this with mine own eyes and I feel compelled to inflict it upon all of you)

Credit: Petry & Crisian

[cottagedeer]

Can’t have a version of a Simon on here without a little bit of mpreg now.

[johaerys-writes]

THE NEWEST FATES CHAPTER IS MAKING ME FEEL SO ILL OH MY GODDDDD DIONYSUS' APPEARANCE MAKES ME SO GIDDY!!! This probably isn't the case but this is what I had in my mind when I read that scene HEHE

LMAOOO I LOVE THAT SO MUCH 🤣🤣 Dionysus is having a BALL honestly, he can’t wait until Thetis shows up so he can a) ask her to spill the tea over everything and have a serious gossip session, and b) demand that he becomes the baby's godfather LOL

(The little satyr in the background is taking me OUT btw, no thoughts in that little head of his but Dio is having fun so who is he to judge 😅)

You can read the new chapter here!

[mprgz]

(Turkey, Kirsehir Province)

A pregnant male centaur greeting his human friend. While the centaurs view pregnancy as a relatively minor endeavor, they do view the birth of a child as a significant event, but more akin to a celebratory event than a medical emergency. So, while it is perfectly acceptable to congratulate a centaur on an expecting child, they will often find it rude if you assume the pregnant centaur is helpless. In contemporary times, the centaur military hosts have been disbanded, and the centaurs have adjusted to human culture. But as recently as WWI, duels were fought because a human volunteered unbidden to move a heavy object for a pregnant centaur. Modern centaurs know that humans aren't aware of their etiquette. While friendly, Eurasian centaurs have a bit of an aristocratic but rustic bearing and can come across as bossy, unlike the elves, who treat humans as their equals. For example, if the centaur 'asks' you to do ride on his back, he telling you to do so. If you refuse a request, you should generally give a valid-sounding reason why. But conversely, Eurasian centaurs typically are very polite and patient. It is not that they believe that all humans are beneath them, but that they interpret modern human civility as 'servant class' behavior. For centuries, they viewed themselves as the equal to low nobility, and tend to subconsciously view most humans as simple peasants who need to be told what to do sometimes. Some humans find their attitude almost intolerable, while others find them very easy to get along with. (The consistent centaur movement is probably a lucky accident, and it helps that the legs are off camera.)

[mama-honeydew]

Prompt #3 ; Your Zodiac Sign

Im a cancer/leo cusp, but im on the cancer side of the cusp, so cat-paw-crab-claw lady it is!!

i used green and red jewelry because most of cancer is in july, and most of leo in in august- july's birthstone is ruby (red), and august's birthstone is peridot (green) :D!

i like how she turned out, and am glad the green and red don't come across as christmas-y

here she is in The Prompt Book !

and if ya want, Here is the previous prompt!

[reigohoo]

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Having decided to entertain myself a little and draw something pleasant, I organized a lottery and an auction on the sweetest topic!

If you want to participate in a free lottery (slot A) or participate in an auction (slot B), or maybe both, take a look at my Furrafinity, where it takes place!

All additional conditions are also indicated on Furrafinity~

[liebgirl]

a woman is giving birth to a centaur on my tv right now btw. in case anyone cares about that sort of thing....

[braveclementine]

Chapter 8

Warnings: 18+ readers only, mentions of nudity

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 others to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, knocking before I entered. Severus was observing the necklace and barely glanced up when I entered and said, "Stay far back Elizabeth."

I sat on top of a desk near the back corner of the room while he looked over the necklace. "I'm surprised you don't already know what it does." I said lightly. "I thought you would have known Draco was going to give it to Katie."

A muscle twitched in his cheek and he said, "I did not know, actually." He said, giving the necklace a prod with the necklace, causing it to ricochet off the desk and hit the wall.

"Oh!" I said, my voice laced with surprise and he heard the surprise in my voice.

He waved his wand again, causing the necklace to soar into the air and drop back into the box which he put in the corner of the room and put a locked lid over it. He finally turned to me. "I know what Draco's supposed to be doing, but I do not know his exact methods. He doesn't trust me anymore."

"I wonder how he got the necklace." I wondered thoughtfully.

"He probably didn't go in and buy it himself." Severus said, sounding perfectly indifferent as he crossed the room towards me, "Also, I'd much rather you didn't put yourself in a position that you could get hurt."

"But I didn't?" I questioned, frowning slightly and tilted my head to one side.

"You could've touched it just as easily." Severus whispered, his fingertips brushing my cheeks. "Katie Bell is lucky to be alive and I'm not going to lose you."

"You already went to the hospital to stop the movement of the curse, right?" I asked, with worried eyes.

"Yes." Severus said, lowering his head just a little more.

I tilted my head up so that our lips were only half an inch apart. "I didn't mean to worry you." I breathed, our lips slightly brushing as I spoke.

He put a finger under my chin and lifted it up so our lips touched completely. "There are. . . other ways to apologize of course."

I grinned, my eyes closed and kissed his lips again. "Well then, let's go up, shall we?" I made to stand up but he'd already scooped me off the desk and I clung to his neck as he walked up the stairs and shut the office door behind him with his foot.

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𝕭𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 day, everyone had heard about Katie's curse and knew she had been removed to St. Mungo's. Harry had started this new routine of "Draco's a Death Eater". He was, of course, correct, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

I had stopped Hufflepuff Quidditch practices as both Gryffindor and Slytherin had booked the pitch so much it wasn't worth trying to squeeze in. Besides, I was highly impressed by my newest team. While I'd foreseen a Gryffindor win for the cup- and I wouldn't mind- I didn't doubt that we could change the future and win ourselves.

I found that I didn't mind changing the future as much when it came to Quidditch.

Though I was no longer taking Divination, I made frequent visits to room eleven on the first floor because that was Firenze's room.

Firenze was a Centaur and if it weren't for Centaur prejudices against helping humans or even liking humans, Firenze wouldn't be here. Firenze would be in the forest with his brethren and that was where I'd have been visiting him.

I had my bow and arrows with me today because I knew that Firenze was looking forward to seeing my archery skills. He'd told me to practice over the summer- I hadn't.

He'd actually made the bow, the arrows, and the sling for me. All of it was beautifully crafted and I was always afraid to even touch it, for I was sure that I'd break it somehow. But I'd practiced a little bit over the summer and was eager to learn more.

Firenze had just let out a class of fourth-year Ravenclaws when I entered. He looked quite cheerful which was a nice change of pace. The last time I'd seen him, he'd been thoroughly depressed.

"Elizabeth Kane." Firenze greeted me with a smile, "Had a nice summer?"

"Could've been warmer." I answered, unslinging the bow from across my chest. "I should probably admit that I did not practice that much over the summer."

Firenze chuckled, "Well, I shall teach you the basics first then."

I grinned as he came over to where I was standing. I hooked an arrow, pulled back, and let it fly. It landed a few feet to the left of where I'd bee aiming and I bit my lip, a bit disappointed.

"Well." Firenze said in a smug voice, "It's about time you are bad at something."

I punched his arm and he didn't even flinch. He smiled down at me then coached me on the best ways to use a bow and arrow. While these lessons had no purpose, they were some of the best times I had with Firenze.

He put an arm around me showing me how to steady the bow in one hand. Then he put his other hand over mine, showing how far to pull the bow string back. "You see?" He asked in my ear. I nodded, grinning and determined and he let go as I let go of the arrow. It hit the mark this time.

Other times we only talked. I'd ask questions and he would answer. Rarely, he would ask the questions and I would answer.

"Why don't you sit with the teachers in the Great Hall on like the first day of school and stuff like that?" I asked curiously as we sat around the fire, making more arrows, "You are a teacher, albeit, half-human. But half-human teachers are the ones I like best anyways." I said with a grin.

"Perhaps." Firenze answered in an amused voice, "you have not noticed Elizabeth Kane, that I have four legs, not two, and it would be very difficult for me to sit down to eat at a table."

My other favorite moments, of course, were with Severus. A change had come over him all of a sudden. Sure, I knew he could be lovable and kind when he wanted too but this side. . . this was a whole hidden side to him.

Gentle and caring, he was suddenly treating me with a kind of carefulness one might treat a piece of famous artwork or a fragile glass vase.

He had made a potion for morning sickness and made me drink it every night so that I wouldn't be sick in the morning (I was quite grateful about this though it tasted horrible). He stayed up half the night, making sure that I wasn't to hot, to cold, to uncomfortable. He made sure I was eating enough, eating the right foods, everything. It was just slightly overbearing.

He hovered around during Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, making sure that Ernie wasn't going to hex me. (This was slightly annoying to me, and slightly confusing to the other students, and it made me blush horribly).

But I didn't mind about this slightly controlling Severus. If anything, it just proved to me how much he loved me. How much he loved us.

He had indeed, gone to Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore escorting him, to tell Madam Pomfrey the details of my pregnancy. I wasn't sure what her reaction was or what she was told- I hadn't gone with them. I'd been to afraid to see some sort of. . . hmm. I suppose like. . . shock maybe? I'm sure there'd never been a pregnant student at Hogwarts before and even if there had been, certainly never a student who had the child of a Professor. That had to be a shock to her.

Severus came back, looking delighted, though slightly abashed, and announced that Madam Pomfrey would be happy to deliver our child in the hospital wing if it came to that. Our child would be the first child born at Hogwarts. (And probably, I thought, the only child born at Hogwarts).

Tonight, Monday, was another Slughorn party. I dressed a bit nicer than the last couple of parties because I knew Gwenog Jones was going to be there and Professor Slughorn had said to be a bit more formal.

I entered, sitting myself down in my usual spot between Blaise and Trang, turning to talk to Trang in a quiet voice while I waited for the others to settle around. Ginny was there tonight this time since Harry hadn't scheduled a Quidditch Practice. Hermione was sitting next to her and Neville.

Professor Slughorn walked into the room accompanied by an African American witch that I recognized immediately to be Gwenog Jones. I saw Cormac sit up a little straighter and even Ginny looked interested.

Throughout the dinner however, I realized that famous people really were quite a bit delusional. Gwenog seemed a bit full of herself, talking about her achievements and her saves and her position as Captain of the Holyhead Harpies which, she kept reminding us, was the only team to be only girls.

Personally, I didn't find an only girl's team to be the best strategy. I believed that girls were good Chasers and Seekers, but not good beaters, and only somewhat decent keepers. Beaters of course, required a lot of arm strength and that was seen more in boys. Of course, there could be decent girl beaters, Maxine had been decent and of course, Susan was my Keeper this year.

The food was good that night, very extravagant, most likely because of Gwenog. I avoided the fish but helped myself to some of the richer meats and fruits.

Blaise was very quiet that night, though he didn't usually speak anyways. I wondered sometimes why he even bothered coming. There were no other Slytherins and it wasn't like he liked us any. Ernie's comment kept popping into my mind and I kept shoving it away.

I tapped my fingers impatiently against my leg, waiting for the night to end. Even Trang, who usually thought that the nights were something extraordinary, was looking very tired of the night. But then again, she'd never been able to stand boastful people. They were a pet peeve of hers, just like bad grammar was my pet peeve.

Finally, Professor Slughorn said good-night. I only stayed long enough to get Gwenong's autograph and an extra autograph for Ron and then left. Trang, Hermione, and Ginny had already gone off ahead so I headed straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office, my pace quickening with each step, anxious to be in Severus's arms before long.

However, I was aware that quiet steps were following me and I slowed down, nearing the office.

"Elizabeth," A quiet voice said that I barely recognized to be Blaise's.

I stopped walking and turned curiously. Blaise was standing there, as handsome as ever, his hands by his side, looking at me curiously.

I couldn't imagine what he wanted with me. Even if he did find me attractive as Ernie suspected, I couldn't believe that he would actually act on it, would he? He liked Ginny, found her attractive, but thought her to be a blood-traitor. Surely, a werewolf brat was just as off limits, right?

"Oh, hi. . . Blaise." I said hesitantly. "Er- what is it?"

He was walking closer and I stayed my ground, though wary. It wouldn't be the first time a Slytherin tried to attack me. And if his parents were Death Eaters. . . if he thought he could get away with kidnapping me. . . bringing me to Voldemort. . .

We were only a foot apart now and then he walked slightly to my left, causing me to turn a little and then immediately regretted it- my back was to the wall. My hand twitched to my pocket with my wand and he pounced.

But he didn't attack me, oh no. He grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall and his lips were suddenly on mine. I was in such a state of shock that my body was momentarily frozen, my brain was trying to reboot. I felt his other hand that wasn't pinning my arm to the wall, snaking around my waist. And then. . .

"Zabini! Kane!" The Defense Against the Dark Arts door had slammed open and Zabini jumped back, a hungry look in his eyes and also a victorious one. My body still seemed frozen, though my brain was still working. "Ten points from Slytherin! Ten points from Hufflepuff! To bed, both of you!" The voice continued.

Zabini turned and hurried away but I remained where I was, racking my brain for an answer. Then Severus appeared in front of me, putting his hands on either side of my face and looking very uncertain, "Elizabeth?" He asked hesitantly.

"I. . ." I hesitated, frowning. "What just. . ."

"Are you alright?" Severus asked, his voice suddenly strained. "Do you know what happened?"

He thought I'd been imperiused and I wondered if I should let him think that but. . . no, Zabini didn't know I was married. Zabini didn't know and it wasn't fair to set Severus wrath on him unearned.

"No. . . I know what happened. . . I just don't know why I froze up." I said slowly, moving away from the wall. "I don't know why I didn't. . ."

"He is younger." Severus said in a hard voice.

I glared at him, straightening up. "Don't you dare! We've had this conversation Sev. I love you. I think. . . I think it just took me by surprise because. . . well I suppose because I wasn't expecting him. . . I thought he was going to. . . to take me to er- well you know." I finished weakly, touching my stomach gingerly. Severus didn't look very forgiving and I whispered, "I'm sorry."

Severus sighed, knocking my legs out from underneath me to pick me up into his arms. "It's fine."

"You know I'll always be yours." I said softly, pleading with my eyes. For some reason, I felt as though I'd committed a horrible crime. "I'm sorry, I feel horrible."

"Don't Elizabeth, it's not like you committed a crime." Severus said, his lips twitching, leaving me to wonder- not for the first time- if he could read minds without a wand. "Besides," he added as I nuzzled against his chest, "It's not your fault you're so. . . desirable."

I blushed.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖞, Harry filled us in about his newest memory which was the one where Dumbledore met with Eleven year old Tom Riddle. How he was using his magical powers for evil, killing rabbits, and hurting people.

I thought the fascinating thing was that he thought his father was the wizard and then took such offense when he found out his mother was the witch and his father was the Muggle. I wondered if his mother had been the Muggle instead, if he'd end up the same evil murderer that he had become.

The others crowded around a Snargaluff stump while I headed to my own plant and I heard Ron mutter as I left, "Wow, scary thought, the boy You-Know-Who."

I put my things under the table and snapped on my goggles, gloves, and gum shield and started to get to work.

I usually worked alone in Herbology just like Neville. This was because I was usually more productive when I worked by myself, something that had been consistent since year one.

Snargaluff stumps had to be forced open before you put your hand into the opening in the stump and then you pulled out a pustule and squeezed all the insides out while they were fresh. It was a hard job by oneself because sometimes the plant stump closed over your arm and it was hard to pull on both sides of the stump with one arm. Plus the vines would fight back, cutting your face and arms.

The vines came out of the stump and wrapped themselves in my hair, pulling me down to smash my face against the wood. I threw a hand out, stopping the force just in time. I grabbed the other vines, wrenching them to the side while my eyes watered in pain and reached in, grabbed the green pod out and quickly pulled back out and backed away as far as possible. The vines let go of my hair, springing back into the stump.

I dropped the pod into a bowl and started to squeeze it out.

"Quite enough chat over here! You're lagging behind, everybody else has started, and Elizabeth and Neville already have their first pods!" I heard Professor Sprout say to Ron, Hermione, and Ron.

Ron said something much quieter that I didn't catch. With a wave of my wand, I put my hair up into a bun so that would- hopefully- not cause as many problems there. Then I went to get more pods.

By the end of the class, my lip was bleeding and there were multiple scratches on my cheeks and above my right eye.

I joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione as we left the Greenhouse. All three of them were also showing wear and tear from the Snargaluff stumps although not as bad as Neville or I. I supposed that was the trade off for working alone.

I noticed Hermione and Ron were being more polite than usual which meant that they'd had some sort of fight in the Herbology classroom. I didn't ask any questions though, at least, not in front of them.

Once we entered the Great Hall and got some food however, I leaned over and asked Harry what had happened.

"Er- the slug club again." Harry muttered back, watching Hermione and Ron with curious eyes.

I assumed that Ron was mad he hadn't been invited. That reminded me of something and I reached into my bag and said, "Oh yeah, Ron, I got this for you last night. I didn't know if you'd like it or not."

I handed him the piece of paper I'd gotten Gwenog Jones to sign and handed it over to Ron. He took it at first, with curiosity, and then his face turned red and he put it in his bag without a word. Hermione and Harry looked at me curiously and I simply shrugged my shoulders. If he wasn't going to tell them- I wasn't going to tell them.

A few days later in Transfiguration, we were working on conjuring birds out of thin air. It was the hardest lesson I had ever had. Hermione was soon conjuring yellow canaries out of midair which frustrated me greatly.

I closed my eyes, blocking out the twittering of her birds and the fact that she had finished something before me. I shouldn't be jealous, I shouldn't be upset, that was ridiculous. Finally, I managed to conjure a similar canary, though mine were a red-pink color.

Soon after Transfiguration, there was a Gryffindor uproar because Harry had asked Dean Thomas, one of his bunkmates, to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as well. Of course, I didn't see a problem with this because I knew that Dean would fly well with Harry's other Quidditch choices. Of course, that might not be good news for Hufflepuff either.

Of course, this upcoming Quidditch match was Gryffindor vs Slytherin so maybe Katie would come back before then. Not that that was much comfort either.

Trang and I ate dinner together at the Hufflepuff table around seven. She was telling me about the way Muggle high schools in America did lunch.

"Of course, the only meals at the schools are breakfast and lunch, though breakfast is optional." She said, throwing porkchop into her mouth. "and there were never assigned seats either, you could sit wherever you wanted. There weren't just long tables and benches either, you know! The highschool has booths, like the way restaurants do which is just fascinating!"

"We eat wherever we want." I pointed out. "And when the weather's nice, we can eat outside too."

Trang laughed, "I'm not saying the way Hogwarts does things is bad, Elizabeth, just different, that's all."

"So tell me about the food." I commanded, biting into a chicken wing. "You said that America does food much differently than any other country."

"Well." Trang said, thinking, looking up at the ceiling. "My friends and I went to the cinema quite a few times over breaks or on weekends. Except they don't call it the cinema. They call it the movie theater. Wicked weird, right? And a small soda in America is the size of our large ones here."

"So how big is a large in America?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She motioned with her hand, putting it up about a foot off the table. "32 ounces maybe."

"Wow, take me to America, please." I said dreamily. What an extraordinary amount of soda and their popcorn was supposed to be extra buttery. America was like the land of sugar and salt.

Trang giggled, "You know, there is a reason why Americans are so much fatter than everyone else in the world, right? Their grain is genetically modified to make it last longer and the modifications are harmful. Actually, American wheat is really what makes Americans fat because that's what they make all of their food out of."

I gave her an annoyed look. I didn't want to know how unhealthy the food was, I just wanted to taste it.

Trang laughed again and then said, "Do you know how much food is made of wheat? Donuts, cereal, toast, pop tarts, bagels, cakes, cupcakes, brownies, spaghetti, sandwiches, pizza, popcorn, potato chips, oatmeal, etc., etc."

I wrinkled my nose, "Okay, but I can just try it one day. That's not going to make me fat." I pointed my fork at her threateningly.

Trang's eyes were twinkling. "You always get so upset when you're told you can't have something. I love teasing you."

I wrinkled my nose again and concentrated on my hot chicken wings. I had an immense craving for them and ate them nearly every night though they made my mouth hot.

Trang was now observing the chicken wings with interest. "It must be because your pregnant." she finally said and I frowned at her.

"What are you talking about?" I quickly glanced around but no one was noticing us.

"The chicken wings." She said motioning at my plate. "You've eaten them nearly every night and I never knew you liked spicy food before. It must be food cravings your having because you're. . . you know."

I never thought of it like that before and then a sort of fear seized me and I wondered if spicy food was even good for a baby.

"I think I read somewhere that babies will often grow up to like the foods that their mother's craved while they were pregnant. Or maybe it's the opposite, I can't remember." Trang said, frowning, deep in thought.

Meat was okay for babies, just not fish or shellfish. But spicy food? I couldn't remember if spicy food fell under the yes category or the no category.

"Yes, I think it's that babies grow up liking the food." Trang finally decided before returning to the chocolate brownie on her plate.

Could I eat desserts? Yes, yes, of course I could, as long as I kept it in moderation.

I helped myself to vanilla ice cream and placed it on top of a chocolate brownie, turning it from two desserts into one. Voilà- moderation!

Trang and I finally finished eating and we left the Great Hall. We headed towards a hallway and then up a flight of stairs and then as we were passing through another hallway I heard Ron's voice bellowing, "Shut your mouth!"

Trang and I froze, and then turned, and headed toward the voices, staying out of sight. "What do you think they're arguing-"

"No, I will not!" Ginny shrieked, "I've seen you with Phlegm, hoping she'll kiss you on the cheek every time you see her, it's pathetic! If you went out and got a bit of snogging done yourself, you wouldn't mind so much that everyone else does it!"

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron roared, "Just because I don't do it in public-"

Ginny screamed with laughter, and Trang and I exchanged a nervous glance. "Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel stashed under your pillow?"

"You-"

"Don't be stupid-" I heard Harry's voice interrupt.

"Harry's snogged Cho Chang! Elizabeth's snogged Cedric Diggory and Fred! Trang's snogged Oliver Wood! And Hermione's snogged Viktor Krum, it's only you who acts like it's something disgusting, Ron, and that's because you've got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!" Ginny shouted, sounding as though she was going to burst into tears.

I glanced at Trang and saw her face was beet red- and that was a hard feat for her.

"You kissed Oliver?" I asked with surprise. Then I smiled teasingly and said, "And I thought it was just a friendly date!"

"Well. . . his Quidditch team toured America a little bit, cause America has quite a few Quidditch teams, nearly as many football teams. Anyways," Trang continued and we walked away from the corridor to go to the library which was where we had been heading in the first place, "We met quite a few times on the weekends while he was touring Ohio, Kentucky, Indiana, and a couple of other neighboring states."

"I think that's sweet." I said honestly. "Are you two still in touch?"

"Yeah." Trang said happily, smiling at the walls around her.

"Why don't you ever tell me about him?" I asked after a few moments. "You don't talk about him."

Trang hesitated and then said, "Well. . . I suppose because I always thought you might be jealous."

"Oh." I said, surprised and a bit hurt.

"Just cause. . . well I always had the impression that you liked him so I didn't want you to feel like I. . . oh I don't know. . ." Trang said, her cheeks heating up again.

"I did like him." I said, deciding honesty was the best action. "But not anymore, not like that at least. I don't love anyone anymore. Just Sev."

"You don't talk much about him either." Trang said and then her eyes lit up, shining with mischief. "And I know perfectly well that it can't possible be that I would be jealous of you."

"I don't talk about him, because he's not exactly. . . well, if someone overheard me talking about him. . ." I said. "Was there anything in particular you wanted to know?"

"How long have you two been together?" Trang asked.

"Since the end of my fourth-year." I said.

"When did you two start, er, you know, sleeping. . ."

"Well." I said, thinking the answer through a little bit, "Just sleeping would be about my fifth-year. Sleeping, sleeping, would be after Christmas of my fifth-year. We weren't going to have sex if we weren't married and of course, we can't get married until I'm seventeen and Dad wants me to finish school first anyways so there's that."

"Do you have names for the baby?" Trang asked, sounding most excited about this particular question.

"Not really." I said. "I've thought of names, of course, but I think I'm going to wing it."

"What?" Trang asked, laughing and we dropped our voices as we walked into the library. "You mean just come up with a name on the spot when it's born?"

I nodded, "I want to see what he or she looks like before I name him or her."

Trang was quiet for a moment and there was no more conversation about the two of us as we joined Hermione at the library table and pulled out our study material.

The next day, Ron was extremely cold with Ginny, Dean, Trang, Hermione, and I. Hermione was particularly hurt because she was the only one who didn't know what was going on. Trang didn't particularly care. She'd never really liked Ron in the first place, and of course, didn't have any classes or a reason to talk to him.

Harry and I tried to keep a sort of peace between Ron and Hermione but Ron seemed to find Hermione's romantic relationship with Krum to be an insult to his character or something. Finally, as we were walking up to the castle, I snapped at Ron and said that it wasn't any of his business who I or Ginny or Hermione or Trang or Harry had snogged and stormed off to the castle with Hermione who was still confused.

"What did you mean by that?" Hermione asked, still hurt and extremely upset by Ron's icy indifference.

I told her about the conversation that Trang and I had overheard, and by the time I was done explaining what Ron's problem was, Hermione had her own icy shield popping up around her.

"Well!" Hermione snapped. "Ginny's quite right!" And with that, she stormed out of the Great Hall. I took a seat at the Hufflepuff table for lunch, not quite up to sitting with Ron today.

The rest of the day turned out to be terrible as well. I found my Ancient Runes homework to not make any sense whatsoever, and ended up just staring at it during break. When Trang came into the library a few minutes before my break ended, she asked me why I was trying to do my runes homework upside down.

To top everything off, Zabini cornered me after dinner on my way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

I couldn't help but feel nervous. He was tall and good-looking and had handsome chocolate skin and large, sharp eyes. His muscles were magnificent as well, not that I was looking or anything.

"I want to talk about the other night." Blaise said slowly.

"Er-" I started.

"I was thinking, if you liked me back-"

"It's not that!" I interrupted, "I think you're quite handsome, who wouldn't, but the thing is, I'm already. . . dating someone."

"Oh!" Blaise looked quite taken aback which offended me quite a bit. At that moment, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape passed by. Professor Snape caught sight of me and Blaise and his eyes narrowed.

"Excuse me, Professor." I heard him say and he came over to us. "Miss Kane, you're late for your private lesson."

"Sorry Professor." I said quickly, "I was just. . . I'll see you around Blaise." I said and gave him a small wave of my hand and hurried after Professor Snape.

I hurried inside the office door and sighed with relief. "I hate hurting people's feelings." I muttered, dropping my bag down by the side of his desk.

"Who cares?" Severus said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a hug. His lips moved down from the corner of my eye, down to my lips.

I sighed. "Oh Sev, he's even in your own house! Aren't you supposed to find Blaise to be one of your most superior students?" I teased.

He snorted, "Superior my students may be, I don't take kindly to those who happen to ah, hit on my wife."

My stomach fluttered for a second. His wife. Well, yes and also no at the same time. "It's not like he knows." I said lightly, "But I did just tell him I was dating someone."

"Should've shown him this." Severus said, taking my left hand and turning the wedding ring on my finger. The only reason it didn't show was a small charm. This way, I could wear it and also not have awkward questions asked.

"Oh yes." I said, pressing my lips to his. We were doing a sort of dance almost, turning in slow circles. "Because that wouldn't have raised awkward questions at all."

He chuckled, leading me over to the bed. "How about an early night?"

"Well." I whispered gently against his lips, "by the time I'm done with you, I'm not sure how early we'll be turning in."

He chuckled again, turning out the lights and pressing himself down on top of me, "When you're done with me? I don't think so. But you'll just have to wait until I'm done with you."

I shivered slightly with anticipation as he lowered his lips to my throat.

I undid his buttons of his vest, sliding the arms off his shoulders. It fell to the floor in a gentle pool, before undoing the buttons of his shirt as well. Once he was free of that, I started to undo the buttons on my white blouse while he undid his belt buckle.

Once the two of us were completely naked, Severus lifted my left leg in his hand, kissing slowly upwards from my ankle all the way up to my inner thigh. He bit gently, leaving a dark purple mark for the morning.

I sighed in content, reaching for him. He let me slide my hands into his hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth. It wasn't long before I was cumming and he was sliding into my warmth.

"You're so beautiful." Severus murmured suddenly against my skin. Usually, we were pretty quiet during our sex life, but his statement sent butterflies into my stomach and I clenched tightly around his cock. He smirked a little, kissing the underside of my jaw.

"Severus." I moaned out as I released on his cock. He thrusted deep into me, cumming as well.

"I love you." Severus whispered softly, cleaning the two of us up before he grabbed an extra blanket to wrap around our shoulders.

"I love you too." I said, smiling into his chest as I cuddled into him. He held me tight as we both fell asleep. 

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[ctaylor108]

Just some Faithshipping specials for Mother’s Day.

[its-raining-honey]

just dreamt i giyvfcjed by a unicorn centaur by the back of my house holybshit

[mprgz]

(Turkey, Kirsehir Province)

Although native to the Eurasian steppe from Hungary to Manchuria, the centaur (Homo centauri) is now confined to Anatolia, the North American prairie, some pockets in the African Sahel region, and an immigrant population in Argentina and Australia. Unlike the Elves in the taiga, the centaur occupied what was believed to be prime agricultural land, and were transferred to Turkey, America, or Canada from the Soviet Union & Mongolia in the 1920s from Eastern Europe in the 1940s, and from China in the early 1950s. Likewise, the small Iranian population fled after the 1979 Islamic Revolution, leaving Turkey as the only Eurasian state with a significant indigenous centaur population. Historically, the centaurs of Eurasia had a very symbiotic relationship with humans, being employed by various settled empires as mercenaries against nomadic steppe tribes, with similar arrangements occurring in West Africa and Sudan on a smaller scale. They were provided with arms and other manufactured goods in exchange for military service as well as working as intelligent mounts for royalty, high nobles, and commanders. However, the service to human kings and emperors made them an enemy of the radical socialists of the early 20th century, who viewed them as barbarous and reactionary force, akin to the Cossacks. Few humanoid species have suffered such a rapid range collapse. The biology of the centaur is somewhat surprising. It is a rare example of gene reactivation in higher vertebrates. Genetically, the centaur is than the elves to humans, but human 'junk DNA' is activated in centaurs, forming their ungulate-like lower body. Due to their anatomy, the centaurs view pregnancy and birth as a minor inconvenience. Also the womb is distant from the birthing canal, the actual process of birth out of the wide quadruped hip bone is almost a trivial process, and the weight of the pregnancy is distributed over 4 legs. Centaurs do not slow down during pregnancy, but do avoid dangerous activities. The centaur males carry the children almost exclusively, because it is believed they can better 'protect' the unborn child during pregnancy than a female.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Just read episode 51 and that was hot as hell. Especially the way she fucked herself on his cock and ground that flare into her cervix to stop him going soft and his cum leaking out of her.

Thank you so much!

Would love to see something where she ends up being strapped to him again as a breeding bitch for him or other centaurs, and eventually with her pregnant belly hanging down too.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 81: Alternative ending

This story won't make sense if you haven't read episode 51!

And here's the rest of the anthology!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; forced impregnation; freeuse; belly riding; Lots of the same issues as the first iteration. Please look that one over, if it's too heavy this one will be too

A/N: Think of this as a "What If..?" for episode 51. I'm not sure which will wind up being canon if I agglomerate a universe around this, but it doesn't really matter either way

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You solicited the help of a centaur to escape a city. It was a desperate gambit, strapped to the underside of a half-horse half-man to slip by the gatehouse through the one un-warded route out.

He never met back up with his partner, diverting South into the woodlands. He ran for miles with you suspended under him, his gargantuan cock softening and slipping out of you within minutes of leaving the city walls. A trail of cum leaked from you as you struggled under his belly. The knots were tight, the ropes stout. Every move you made only served to bind you tighter.

Eventually he stopped running, alighting on a stand of dark oak trees, sheets strung from tree to tree making up awnings. His home. He never bothered to remove you.

Day after day, he'd take you. Every time would start the same, that cock would start dangling below you. You were helpless to do anything but watch as it slid out to its full length, dangling below the centaur's knees. He'd let it hang there a moment, steaming in the cold winter air.

Slowly, it would harden. Thickening from the base downwards. Swinging up towards you over and over, slapping against your belly. Every swing hit your cunt, slinging a thread of sticky precum at you as it slapped your flesh. Over and over it would swing, the flared tip engorging with each stroke. Sometimes he's get too stimulated from just slapping his cock against you and a gout of cum would erupt from him, covering you and dripping onto the dirt floor.

Today was not one of those days. Today he wouldn't be satisfied with anything but your cunt. You felt him grab the ropes, leaning back to haul you towards his front legs so when the pendulous cock swung up the tip threatened your hole, slicking it with precum. He stepped up to a fallen log, bracing you against it as he swung into you again, pushing the flare into you. You were well-used to the thickness of it by now. That didn't stop it making you gasp as you felt it wedge you open. It wasn't as hard as the actual shaft of his cock, but it was as thick as both of your fists held together. Firm, with just enough give to avoid doing serious harm to you, the flare held him into you. He thrust. The weight of his body pressing you down into the rough bark of the log. The cock forced itself deeper into you. You stifled a sob as it bottomed out on your cervix, then pushed harder, sliding past and into the fornix. Here he rested a moment. The flare pressing into the very back wall of your pussy.

You tried to catch your breath, feeling the cock stretching you, pressing into your guts. The centaur shuddered slightly, the wobbling motion shaking him inside you. You whined as the cock shook you to the core. He grunted, seemingly taking your noise as a challenge as he pressed you back against the log, bracing your chest into it as he thrust in harder, forcing you back down towards his hips. You felt him stretching you, pushing the limits of your depth.

You felt his sheath. The very base of his cock. He started galloping. The movement shook you, rubbing his member against your insides. Faster and faster he ran, leaping boughs and streams until he stopped.

With a howl, he came. You felt it, the familiar pressure of the cum flooding you. You could feel yourself bloating. The force of the cum fought the still almost-hard cock occupying your quim. He flopped out of you, the cock still standing strong as it pointed instead at your dangling face. A rope hit you, painting you in the strong smelling seminal fluids of your kidnapper. He wasn't done yet. More came, painting your belly, then still more, squirting onto the ground before the dripping mass of cockmeat started to recede back into him.

Weeks passed, every day bringing more attempts to flood you with his seed, some more successful than others. One day you could deny it no more, your belly was growing. He didn't feed you enough to grow fat, even with your now sedantary lifestyle. There was only one explanation.

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One of these days, I'll get the drop on these things. Until then, I'm gonna be pulling more late nights.

Semi-unrelated, if you're in the UK and have £10 to spare, you can get a subscription to the National Theatre's streaming service. It's pretty good

[asteroidtroglodyte]

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[sethmacfarlanedeathpose]

Monster preg is so good. Can you imagine a Knight traveling through a Dungeon full of monsters and instead of slaying them he finds letting them fuck him actually tires them out and calms them. He goes through the entire dungeon fucking every monster, from lowly ghouls to centaurs. That's until he reaches the inner sanctum of the dungeon and comes face to face with an ancient deity, so beyond his comprehension, but it manages to seduce him and fuck him with its tentacles. It leaves him pregnant with the child of a forgotten God, and once he returns to the surface he becomes huge, whilst pregnant with a demigod...

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Literally every time I see a centaur I instantly think of you and this man

Free me from my prison