A centaur decides to crash at her friends place after they both packed themselves full of cheap food and drinks, but will she even get past the thrshold before it all falls apart? will her friend have to go through... the back door?


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(Character Quote: "Wuzzat you say about a buffet? Did you say cheap mead refills? Heck yeah lets go~. But, doesn't like, have to be a date or antyhing, unless..." -Toya )


(Quick guide:

Belching, drunk talk, stumbling home, stuck in the door, ass worship, ball worship, anal vore, food clogged tummy, female centaurm drunk pred. Belching, gas.

After 1st: Wake up, Hangover, disposal ( post-vore scat ), clothes, bones, oblivious pred, embarrassment. Embarrassed Pred making the best of the situation. )



(Legend:

Cent: Short term for centimetre.
Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories connected but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates. Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)


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