Betsy and the Centaur by TheDevouringMonster, literature
Literature
Betsy and the Centaur
=============== /////WARNING///// =============== This story Contains: - Stuffing - Vore(Safe) If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this story and leave a nasty comment on it. For anyone who does enjoy this kind of stuff, I hope you like it! :) ============================== The hot desert sun beat down on Betsy as she walked through the badlands. She had barely escaped from her home town of Bloodridge Junction. A group known as the Crimson Gang had destroyed the town for refusing to comply with their demands. As far as Betsy knew, she was the only one to have escaped, but she had lost everything, her home, her ranch, and her horse. She felt as the sweat dripped down her face, making her pant from exhaustion. Her mouth felt dry and dusty, and many times she thought she saw water only to be disappointed to find it was a mirage. She checked her canteen once again, and like all the other times, it was empty. “I should have been more ready for this,” said Betsy, and she collapsed to the ground, “I just need to lie down for a bit, and then I’ll be alright.” As she felt her eyes drift shut, she thought she saw a figure coming towards her, and it looked like he was riding a horse. But before she could say anything, she passed out from the heat and thirst. ============================== Betsy woke up several hours later lying in what felt like a hammock, a cold wet cloth over her face. She removed the cloth from her face, and rang it out over her parched mouth, grateful for the fresh water. She saw that it was night time, and the air was cool, a great contrast from the hot day. As she began to regain her senses, she noticed that someone was playing the banjo nearby, and she sat up as much as she could in the hammock without knocking it over. From where she was sitting, she could see a dashing young man with long black hair tied in a pony tail under a wide black hat. He was wearing a leather vest, but seemed to be missing a shirt, exposing his bare chest, and he appeared to be wearing black pants. Looking at the man, Betsy got a feeling that he didn’t look quite right, not bad, but off. As she observed him, she saw that his ears were more horselike, tucked down under his hat, and his nose was wide and flat against his face. As she sat up a little more to get a better look, the ropes attached to the hammock creaked, and the man turned, his green eyes locking with hers. “Glad to see yer alright,” said the man, “When I saw ya earlier today I thought you was a goner.” “Thanks for saving me,” said Betsy. “Now that yer up, why don’t ya sit by the fire and I can fix ya up some supper.” Betsy got up from the hammock clumsily, it was almost impossible to exit a hammock in a dignified way even if you were in perfect health, and started to make her way to the fire, but stopped when she saw the stranger. He wasn’t wearing pants at all, the black she had seen was the front of an animal, covered in black fur. From the waist down, the man was a black stallion, sitting on the ground with large saddlebags on his back. When the stranger saw the woman looking, he just smiled. “Never seen a centaur before?” “Nu-uh,” was all that Betsy could say, and she sat down across the fire from the centaur. “What’s yer name, miss?” asked the centaur. “I’m Betsy,” said the cowgirl. “My name is Montgomery West,” said the centaur, “Though you can just call me Monty for short. Why don’t I make ya some of stew. If yer thirsty, there’s a spring just over yander.” “Thanks Monty,” said Betsy, and she went to fill her canteen. ============================== After she had filled her canteen and washed herself off in the creek, she returned to find a large pot of stew bubbling over the fire. “Glad yer back Betsy,” said Monty when he heard her approach, “I just finished up with the stew.” He removed the pot from over the fire and rummaged through his saddlebags and pulled out a couple of bowls, and carefully dipped them into the pot and scooped out stew into each of them. He handed the bowl to Betsy. “Drink up,” he said, and he tipped his own bowl back and drank it down. Betsy did the same, and found that the soup tasted delicious. “This is really good,” said Betsy. “Thank you kindly miss,” said Monty, “It’s a recipe I picked up out here, by the way, can I get ya any more of that?” “I’m good, thanks,” said Betsy. “Well then if you don’t mind, I’m gonna finish this pot off.” Month grabbed the pot of stew, which had since cooled off, and brought it to his lips. He took large gulps, swallowing down large amounts of stew each time. Betsy figured that she shouldn’t be too surprised, the centaur, although half human, was still a large creature and needed a lot of food. She watched as the soup caused his human stomach to bulge out, loud gurgles and sloshes could be heard inside. With a final gulp, the centaur put down the pot and wiped his face. “That really hit the spot,” he said, and he let out a loud burp, “‘Scuse me miss.” “That’s alright,” said Betsy. Betsy watched as the centaur’s stomach suddenly shrunk as the soup drained away into his larger horse’s stomach with an audible slosh. He leaned back and crossed his arms and looked at Betsy. “I suppose y’all be needing me to take ya to the next town? I heard there’s a town nearby called Bloodridge Junction, you should be able to find what you need.” “I’m afraid I just came from there,” said Betsy, “The Crimson Gang burned that town to the ground, I lost everything.” “I’m sorry to hear that miss,” said the Centaur sadly, “If you want, I have a home up in the mountains just a few days from here. I can get ya some supplies and help ya to the next town.” “Thank you Monty,” said Betsy. “No problem,” replied the centaur, “I suppose it’s time we get some shut eye if we’re gonna make the trip.” “Alright,” said Betsy, “Good night.” Betsy lay back down in the hammock and looked over to see Monty’s human half lay down on his stomach with his hands under his chin, and soon enough, he was fast asleep. Betsy looked up at the night sky, the stars shinning brightly. Eventually, the calming scene caused her to fall asleep. ============================== Betsy woke up to the sun rising and the sound of hoof steps nearby. She sat up to see that Monty had already torn down camp and was now standing to his full height, making him look a lot more intimidating. “Morn’in Betsy,” said the Centaur, “Ya ready to head out?” “Yep,” said Betsy as she got out of the hammock. “You can just untie that hammock and bundle it on my back,” said Monty. Betsy bundled up the hammock, but as she looked on top of the centaur’s back, she noticed that there wasn’t any room for her. “Excuse me Monty,” said Betsy, “There doesn’t seem to be a place for me to sit.” “Oh,” said Monty, “Right, well when I said I’d take ya to my home, I didn’t mean you’d be on my back.” “Oh,” said Betsy, “I’m sorry, I just assumed I’d be riding you. I’ll just walk.” “Now hold on there miss,” said the centaur, “I ain’t about to let you walk for three days through perilous terrain, I just said you wouldn’t be on my back.” “Alright,” said Betsy, “Then where am I going to go.” “You’ll see,” said the Centaur with a smirk, “Just hold still.” Suddenly, Monty grabbed Betsy under her arms and lifted her up to eye level. She was confused and a little nervous and looked up into Monty’s eyes. He gave a reassuring smile, and suddenly, he opened his mouth incredibly wide before her, making Betsy gasp in surprise. Her face was shoved straight into his waiting maw, and his tongue greeted her by licking across her face. She squirmed and kicked, but the centaur didn’t seem bothered and gave a swallow, pulling her in up to her shoulders. He continued to lick her as she slid further in, gulping down a few more times until only her feet remained. He carefully unlaced her boots and took off her socks before swallowing one last time, sending her into his human stomach before depositing her footwear into his saddlebag. Monty rubbed his large, struggling gut, enjoying the feeling of the human inside. “Easy there,” he said to Betsy, “Yer alright, you’ll be safe in there.” Betsy calmed down a little as she heard Monty’s reassuring words paired with his gentle rubs. She could feel that the inside of the centaur’s stomach was warm and soft, and she could hear a pair of heartbeats, one above her and one below. “Alright,” said Betsy, “I’m good, a little warning would have been nice.” “Sorry,” said Monty, “Y’all wouldn’t have agreed, and this was really the only way I could carry you. I’m gonna put ya in my lower belly so that you can have a little more elbow room.” Betsy readied herself as she felt the stomach walls contract around her and she was pushed down with a loud squelch into a larger chamber which allowed her to stretch out her legs. “There we are,” said Monty, “How are ya do’in in there?” “Pretty good,” said Betsy, “It’s kind of like the hammock I slept in last night.” “Good,” said Monty, “Might as well get comfy, ‘cause yer gonna be in there fer a while.” ============================== Monty could feel Besty settle into his gut as he began to gallop towards the direction of the mountains. As the sun rose and the temperature grew hot, Monty found a stream and gulped down a bath tub’s worth of water to keep Betsy cool in his warm gut. Betsy found being inside of the centaur’s stomach to be rather relaxing, as she could stretch out and the stomach swayed with each gallop. Once the sun set, Monty found a place to rest and coughed up Betsy to help set up camp. Before long, they had another roaring fire and another pot of stew, which Betsy ate three bowls of while Monty guzzled down the rest. This time, Betsy decided to rest against the centaur’s barrel-like gut, which rumbled as it digested the soup inside. The next morning, Betsy found herself inside the centaur again for the next leg of their journey. For the next few days, they traveled like this, with Betsy traveling by stomach by day and sleeping next to the centaur at night. They had a lot of time to talk during the journey, and Betsy started to become friends with the centaur. On the evening of the third day of traveling, they finally made it to Monty’s home. When he coughed up Betsy to get a good look at it, she saw that it was a log cabin built in the middle of a small forest in the mountains. They walked down the path towards it, Monty trotting to keep pace with Betsy. “Welp,” he said, “I guess this’ll be it. You should be able to stock up here and we’ll be on our way to the next town.” Betsy could tell that Monty was sad to see her go, and truth be told, she didn’t want to leave her new friend. “What if I didn’t have to leave?” asked Betsy. “You mean you’d like to stay with me?” “If its not too much trouble of course,” added Betsy. “Yee Haw!” shouted the centaur as he reared up on his hind legs in excitement, “That would be swell! Why don’t I show ya around?” Monty took Betsy to the cabin, which was a little bigger than it looked, the doorways easily tall enough for the centaur. It was a small, three room cabin with a main room, a pantry, and a bedroom. Monty hung his saddlebag over a rack and went to the pantry to prepare dinner. After about two hours, there was a large feast of turkey, potatoes, and rolls out on the table. After eating nothing but stew for several days, Betsy was ecstatic and scarfed down her plate of food. When she was done, she saw that Monty was still going strong, and that his human belly was massive, gurgling and groaning as it began to work on the food inside. As Betsy looked at the creature’s belly, she found herself wanting to touch it. “Hey Monty?” “Yes Betsy?” asked Monty. “Would you like me to rub your belly?” “Sure,” said the centaur, “I always enjoy a good rubb’n.” Betsy walked over to the centaur and put her hands on his stomach, pressing into it slightly. She rubbed over it as the centaur continued eating. After a few more minutes, the centaur finished. “Man that was good,” he said, “Well I should probably send my food down.” Betsy held her hands against the centaur’s stomach as it shrank and sloshed the food inside into the much larger stomach below. The centaur stood up and stretched, letting out a yawn. “That was quite a long journey, so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go to sleep for the night. I don’t really have any place to put you yet, so if you don’t mind, I can keep ya in my upper belly for the night while I digest supper.” “Alright,” said Betsy, “I’m pretty tired anyways.” Betsy followed Monty into his bedroom where he took off his vest and hat. It didn’t have a lot of furniture, just a large bed made of straw in one corner and a water trough. He lay down in the hay, folding his legs under him, his eyes were just above Betsy’s. “Ya ready?” “Yep,” said Betsy, and the centaur grabbed Betsy around the shoulders and shoved her inside his mouth. By now, Betsy had grown used to being eaten, so she wasn’t afraid, in fact she’d come to enjoy it. In several swallows, Betsy slid down into Monty’s human stomach, causing it to bounce. It was tighter in his upper stomach, but Betsy didn’t mind, the tightness felt secure around her. “All comfy in there?” asked Monty. “Yep,” said Betsy. “Alright,” said the centaur as he lay down on top of his belly, squeezing Betsy a little bit, “Good night Betsy.” “Good night,” replied Betsy, and before long, they fell asleep. ============The End===========