“The Stud Barn.” Sarah said to herself and remembered the doctor’s saying that male centaurs were particularly popular with thirsty fairies.
The thought alone made her shudder in both arousal and disgust, her fairy biology fighting her human taboos. The rational (or most relatively rational) side of her brain told her to just fly to The Hive and dive into a pile of girls for the rest of her time here. But…. was there any harm in just looking? She could always turn and leave, she wasn’t a mindless animal after all, right? Maybe, maybe not, but before she fully realized she was doing it her wings were fluttering and carrying her through the twists and turns of the vent until she emerged into the sunlight of a small platform overlooking an equine center.
A large covered building with open sides dominated the immediate landscape. The Stud Barn, Sarah assumed. Around it, open fields of grass with taurs of all descriptions frolicking, galloping, sleeping, and mating in them. Sarah’s pussy clenched and she whimpered slightly.
“Just look and fly away.” she told herself as she fluttered down to the barn and found her way inside through a purpose made hole in the roof, not feeling totally at ease with how much closer she technically was to being one of the flies always present in such places than one of the proper residents.
Inside, an almost physical wall of equine musk and other barnyard smells hit Sarah’s nose and she dropped about an inch in her flight because of it before regaining sense and muscle control.
The layout was mostly traditional with comfortable looking, hay padded stalls of various sizes arrayed around a large open arena of packed dirt in which various taurs socialized and played.
One pair of them, a beautiful teenaged male and female couple, stood side by side seemingly just talking. It was then that Sarah noticed their hindquarters looked a bit hazy, only then to realize that that was because of the colorful cloud of fairies, pixies, and nymphs that were swarming about them.
Flying closer but not daring yet to get too close, Sarah saw the male was magnificently erect, the details of his member lost in the rainbow of tiny bodies coating it like sprinkles on an ice cream cone. His enormous balls too were no less coated. Sarah simply couldn’t imagine how it felt.
It was difficult even to imagine what it was like for the female as she was seemingly no less popular than her companion. Her tail was lifted and resting on her speckled back, allowing Sarah to see the fairies crawling in and out of her enormous black pussy and anus.
Disgust reared its head in Sarah again, telling her to leave now, telling her not to lose herself and become one of the colorful pests frantically licking at their host’s flesh or a neighbor.
It was wrong! ….But it seemed so right….