Given the focus on a well-rounded education, the gym is no less impressive than the rest of the school. One half of the large hall is taken up with various exercise machines, whereas the other is made up of an indoor sports court, able to be used for anything from volleyball to basketball depending on how it's set up. Mirrors adorned the wall, so that anyone could check their form/check themselves out as they worked out. There was even a water cooler, for students who may not be forward-thinking enough to remember to bring their own water bottles.
Of course, you don't have an easy time taking it all in, as Cece's trotting jostles you around from your precarious perch atop her head. Had she forgotten you were up there already? Whether she knew you were there or not, gravity didn't care, as you tumbled backwards, falling off the back of her scalp. Thinking quickly, you attempt to grab on to her golden strands in order to stay where you are, but all this does is slow your ascent, down her back. As you slowly abseil past the stomach of her human half, you hear a worrying gurgle, her stomach churning away as it digests Mia's special breakfast burritos.
Grrrurglglgll
Not good. You thought, your worries only growing as yet another set of noises growled deep within the centauress's gut. But given that you were moving slowly, you should be able to land safely on the back of her horse half, and as long as you keep steady, you shouldn't have to deal with the heinous aftermath of the Mexican cuisine.
At least, that was if you were at least somewhat lucky. But of course, when there was the possibility of bad luck, it always seemed to find you, no matter how improbable.
Two things happened almost simultaneously. First, you let go of the long blonde ponytail, needing both your hands in order to properly secure yourself to your friend/mount. And second, Cece finally noticed your disappearance from her scalp.
"My Lord? Where did you go?"
Confused, she spun around, trying to catch sight of you. This was quite possibly the worst case scenario, as it sent you flying along the back of her equine half. Scrambling for anything you could grab onto, you manage to grab more silky blonde hairs. But these weren't the same clean, well-groomed hairs as before. No, these were her tail-hairs. And as you slowly spun around, catching your breath, you were brought face-to-face with her...well, her ass.
Glorious. Soft. Round. All appropriate descriptors of the bountiful booty before you. Oh, and smelly. She clearly couldn't clean herself well, not when it came to parts this far back. You made a mental reminder to talk to her about getting a long-handled cleaning brush. The musk of her ass wafted towards you, but you didn't have time to smell the proverbial roses, or her rosebud. Nor would you want to. And so you started to try and get your bearings.
At least things couldn't get any worse. All you had to do was climb back up the tail, and you'd be out of the firing line.
Glllurrglgllllglbbburrll
No. Not now. Mia's special breakfast burritos had come back with a vengeance. If the minotaur could see you now, she would have laughed at your misfortune, especially with her predilection for pranks of the gassy variety. But in this moment, this awful, awful moment, the only witness to your plight was you.
In a race against time, you struggle to climb the hairs of the horse half of your unwitting soon-to-be torturer. The soundtrack to your unfortunate situation composed only of growling intestines, delivering a gassy payload right to the equine anus, somewhere in the depths of those enormous fuzzy cheeks. You were so close. So close!
And that's when it happened
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrt
To her, a tiny, almost silent fart. But to you? To you it may as well have been a hurricane. As you're buffeted by the gassy gale, you manage to hear something through your own coughing fit.
"Heehee, whoopsie!"
The centaur maiden giggled, unaware that she had just unleashed a hellish onslaught of gas directly in your face. How could she be so oblivious? And more importantly, how could such a gorgeous girl release such an awful fart?
As it turns out, that was nowhere near the last of it.
VVVVFFFFOORRPPVVVVVFFFFFFF… PRRUMMFF… FFFFFffffvvvt… brrroopt
It was a full fledged storm, all being unleashed right against your body, trailing off with an almost adorable poot. But are you still ensnared by the binding tail? Or has the gassy centaur ass sent you flying?
Locker Room:
You manage to stay on despite the malodorous storm, looks like you're headed to the locker room. But given that there's only one locker room, and it's full of horny/oblivious/gassy giantesses, this may not be so lucky.
A New Face:
You're sent flying towards another mighty monster-girl, but where are you about to land, and do they notice?
Exercise Time:
You're sent flying, and end up on one of the machines. Better hope your classmates aren't all as oblivious as the foul-winded centauress.
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