Chapter 1: Part One
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Sairai was left alone to tend the elk. The other centaurs were out in force, raiding for goods and meat, trading with travelers too much for them to handle. Her family was small for a centaur herd, and could not afford to leave anyone old enough to fight behind during the raids. Sairai, still a young filly, was the weakest yet, left behind to guard and milk the elk, with only Tor for protection. Having just grown of age with her first menstruation, this was her first time protecting the farm.
There would not be trouble - the seven elk and meager supplies were not worth the effort of fighting Tor, their guard cat. Nearly as tall at the shoulders as she, the cave lion was trained in combat, though Sairai could hardly tell. He seemed so friendly, she often wondered if he would truly fight to defend the farm if the situation arose, but her father seemed confident. She trusted her father, and he, her. He was confident that she could handle the farm for the week her family was away. She would prove him right.
Yet on her first rounds, she could already see it would be a challenge. One of the does was almost in heat, and the two bucks in the other pen were going to be a hassle. She was not to allow the elk to mate, not without her father to supervise. He and Tor were needed to keep the bucks in line. The big one was known to get a little rough when excited. That she had seen herself, since she was little. They would have to wait. Luckily, she had no reason to open their pen. The does however, would need to be milked.
Rubbing Tor under his chin, the lightly blonde centaur filly removed the bolt on the gate to the does' pen, entering the enclosure before replacing the bolt firmly. She had several buckets in which to store the milk. The five domesticated does were full and cranky, their unnaturally enlarged udders making them appear almost a separate species from their wild counterpart, unlike the bucks. Bucks were only needed for one thing, anyway.
She grabbed a bucket and went to the elk, every bit as tall as she was, and twice as heavy. Centaurs were slim and lithe compared to other similarly built species like unicorns. The does were a dark brown color, with a fairly white underbelly extending to the bottom of their flag-like tails. The does' flags were up, waiting eagerly to be milked. She placed a rag along the ground in the mud, and curled up her front legs onto the rag, lowering herself. She called the elk over one by one, gripping their half-foot long teats gingerly in her hands, milking them. This was the first time she would have to milk all five does, and it would be tiring.
The third doe was the youngest, and it was obvious from her odor that she was the one in heat. Judging by her age, it was probably her first. Thinking back, Sairai concluded that this doe was born in the same season as the younger buck. There was a celebration at the birth of another buck. The elder one, Actaeon, was a fine stud, but relying on one animal to continue the herd is a dangerous proposition. When Actaeon's son, Randy, was born, the survival of the herd, and her family, was all but assured. This doe would be Randy's half-sister Mabel. She seemed glad to be milked, but bleated urgently afterward, apparently confused. Sairai felt sorry for her. "You'll have to wait, girl."
Mabel continued to bleat, her calls occasionally answered by the bucks in the nearby pen. Sairai milked the last two does, wishing there were something she could do. Once finished, she stood, and carried the buckets one a time into the cabin. Tor followed her, affectionately. Sairai laughed, saying, "No milk for you just yet, Tor. You'll have to wait until dinner." Tor let out a pitiful mewl, sounding out of place coming from the giant lion's throat. Sairai put the milk away carefully in a cabinet, closing it, though she felt extra bad for disappointing Tor just like Mabel. She spent the next hour or so petting him.
Outside, she could hear Mabel and Actaeon calling to each other. She let Tor out for the night to guard the perimeter, covered her head in a pillow and tried to get some sleep for the night. She woke to the morning light, and more bleating from the elk. Already she could distinguish Mabel's bleats from the other does who merely wanted to be milked. Sairai sighed. This was going to be a long week.
As she opened the door, Tor came rushing into the cabin demanding his breakfast. She laughed, producing several pounds of dried meat and a bowl of milk, and then she headed outside, closing the cabin door behind her, to milk the elk. Sairai immediately saw Actaeon and Randy at the edge of their enclosure, leaning over it to gaze at the does' pen. She pretended to ignore them, stiffly, walking to the does' enclosure, and getting to the task of milking them. She saved Mabel for last.
Sairai was more curious about the mating process than ever recently, owing in part to her recent coming-of-age. After milking the desperate doe, she peeked under Mabel's tail. It was a dark pink, indicating she was well into her estrus. Sairai wondered if she had looked like that during her own heat. She had seen her elder sisters and her mother occasionally, as they swatted flies with their tails, and assumed so. The only modesty centaur subscribed to was their tails. The only clothing they would wear were straps for their arrows or spears.
She reached up, touching the soft, pink skin under Mabel's tail, curiously. It was slightly wet and sticky. Centaur females could mate year round, and heat for them was not quite as demanding as it seemed to be for the elk. When elk began to rut, they mated or they were miserable. Mabel was in pure agony. Glancing at Mabel, who was looking back at her, confused, Sairai pushed a finger gently between her folds. Mabel looked startled, bleating. Sairai wondered how this must feel to her.
Looking at Mabel's face, Sairai didn't notice immediately when her hand became damp. Shocked, she looked back and saw that the doe was relieving herself, urine running down Sairai's hand and forearm. Quickly, she pulled her arm back with distaste. "Ugh...this is how you repay me for milking you?" But she knew that this was a typical display among elk in rut. She had seen many does urinate for the bucks, who smelled and tasted it. This was usually just prior to mating. Shaking off her hand, she glanced back at Mabel.
She could hear the excited bleating from across the pen. Actaeon and Randy were just as miserable as Mabel, separate when they want so much to be together. Forgetting her hand for the moment, Sairai considered, feeling pity for the elk. They would be separate for a week or more, and by then, Mabel's heat would probably be over. She didn't think she could stand the hours of pitiful cries.
Getting up, she made a quick decision, leading Mabel purposefully toward the gate door. "Alright, girl, if that's what you want." Leading Mabel out of the pen, she approached the entrance to the bucks' pen. Hesitating only briefly, she opened the gate, pushing Mabel in before closing it, to watch. Sairai felt excitement building as she witnessed them congregating.
Randy, Mabel's half-brother, wandered over immediately. The elder buck watched with disinterest, eyeing Sairai across the fence. It seemed he would sit out in lieu of his son. Sairai watched as Mabel, staying close to the fence, waited for her brother's approach. Randy seemed nervous or confused as he reached the doe. He sniffed along her side as she stood there, stiff and wide-eyed. He rounded about behind her, sniffing under her tail. Mabel bent her hind legs reflexively, and relieved herself again. Seeing this, Sairai looked again at her hand, which was now dry but smelling strongly of rut.
Randy tasted the warm stream. Not paying much attention to his growing rack of horns, he poked Mabel smartly in the rump causing her to jump, startled. As if afraid she was trying to escape him, the buck jumped quickly after his sister, half-mounting her. With another violent jerk he pulled himself the rest of the way up, causing her to buckle her legs to support his weight. He must outweigh her by a good 200 pounds. Mabel, startled, attempted to leap forward again, which was not possible with Randy mounted. Randy jerked himself forward, his hooves digging into Mabel's flanks and oversized teats. Mabel cried out, unable to flee.
Sairai began to regret her decision, especially since she had forgotten she left Tor inside the house. Randy was playing a bit rough, and she had seen her father separate the buck when they were too aggressive. This was Mabel's first heat. Sairai needed to break this up - she should not have put Mabel in the pen. Quickly, clucking her tongue in disapproval at the buck, she opened the gate. Randy was thrusting himself at a terrified Mabel, bleating triumphantly - but in his inexperience Sairai could see his erection flailing beneath Mabel, between her legs. It wouldn't be long before he made his aim, however. She needed to get him away from Mabel before then.
Hastily opening the gate, she entered the pen, only about 10 feet from the couple. She trotted over, trying to pull the larger buck off the frightened doe. He was adamant however, resisting her efforts to pull him off. Mabel was straining to escape her brother's violent grasp. Sairai grabbed one of Randy's forelegs, trying to pull him off the doe. She wasn't strong enough. To gain more purchase, she bent her front legs, to use them for extra power.
She braced her front legs for the lift, but suddenly felt herself pushed down onto her knees. She tried to push herself up, but with her knees in the mud, she couldn't get any power. Confused, she felt a heavy weight on her hind legs. She braced them, locking her hind legs to prevent herself from collapsing on the ground. Distracted and unable to help Mabel, Randy bleated loudly, his strong thrust successful. Sairai, her rump in the air, but the front of her kneeling on the ground to Mabel's side watched as Randy's penis thrust up with all the force he could muster, penetrating his sister forcefully.
But Sairai had other concerns. She focused on that heavy weight on her rump, and she could feel something furry on each side of her barrel. Her mind raced with a sudden realization, and horrified, looked back to see Actaeon, using his weight roughly to prevent her from rising. She saw him on her back, his forelegs pinned around her back legs, and heard him snort, and then with a grunt, she felt his front legs dragging her along the ground toward him. It was a split second between when she saw him, and his powerful thrust. Her eyes wide, she felt a sudden sharp pain - felt something inside of her. He had her. The powerful elk had mounted her, and now he was holding her down and fucking her.
She screamed as he thrust, pulling her rump back onto his erection. She had seen him in action before. His long, thin penis was rapidly rubbing against her, and with each thrust another stabbing pain coursed through her body. She tried to get up, in horror, and though she came close, before she could gain purchase, the large elk, nearly 500 pounds heavier than her, pushed her roughly back into the mud. Even using her hands to help push, she could make no headway.
While the elder buck roughly fucked Sairai, helpless to resist, Randy pumped vigorously into his sister. The two bucks grunted and bleated, oblivious to the two girls' screams of protest. Sairai lay there in horror, her hind legs buckled against an onslaught of painful thrusts. Pinned, she could only wait, wincing and screaming, and watch as the siblings nearby mated. She watched as Randy pulled roughly on his sister, pulling her back onto his cock, even as she tried to escape by moving forward. She could see his balls slapping against Mabel's underbelly as he thrust, and she could feel the same thing happening to her, as Actaeon pumped her mercilessly. The girls could do nothing but submit to the whims of the two bucks. She felt rough teeth gripping her back, being pulled back with each thrust, and shortly after saw Randy follow suit.
It was almost as if the elder was showing the younger how it was done. Mabel, shuddering, began to bleat as Randy made a final violent thrust, ejaculating into her, grunting in domination. Sairai could see white fluid rolling down the insides of Mabel's legs. Randy continued to thrust, his pace slowing quickly, while Mabel moaned, straining against him. Actaeon, however, kept a steady pace, violating Sairai while tears streamed down her face.
Jaded, everything feeling surreal, Sairai watched as Randy dismounted Mabel, semen still dripping from his erection. He looked curiously at his sister, who bent her hind legs slightly, moaning and quivering. Under her tail she was covered in his fluid. Sairai looked curiously at the random splattered pattern, trying to think about that, rather than about the pain deep inside of her. She tried not to think about the giant elk fucking her, taking her virginity. She tried not to think about being raped and helpless.
The thrusts began to speed up, his balls hitting roughly against her teats. His hooves dug painfully into her hind legs, and his grip on the back of her neck was starting to smart, but that was nothing compared to the dull ache inside that was all she could feel. She had stopped struggling to get up, when all that would come of it was a painful push back into the mud by the enormous elk. She could feel Randy's eyes on her as he watched his father pounding her. Her voice ragged, she could no longer scream, and moaned pitifully. No one could save her - Tor was locked up, her family was away. She waited, the thrusts more and more rapid, until she felt a giant thrust, many times stronger. She was pushed forward into the mud under the weight of this thrust, and she felt him inside of her, deeper than ever. She could feel extra warmth filling her inside, and dazed, she knew he was filling her with his seed.
She could see Mabel standing nearby, waiting nervously, unable to leave the locked pen. Randy watched her, regaining his breath. She felt something warm and sticky flowing down the inside of her legs, and along her teats. She felt Actaeon pulling on her rump, pumping and straining as he continued to release into her, lasting quite a bit longer than Randy. He bellowed triumphantly as he finished copulating with her, and then she felt him push off of her. She felt his weight leaving her back. And she felt his length slide quickly out of her sore opening.
She lay there, stunned, still trying to think of other things. She felt the sticky fluid all around her rump, and kept her tail clear and off to the side. She wondered what pattern was painted there, looking under Mabel's tail again as a reference. She didn't think to stand, her knees and hands in the mud. Then she felt something soft and wet under her tail. She gasped, looking back for the first time since she was penetrated. She couldn't see it, but she could tell Actaeon was licking her rump, cleaning her. It was surprisingly gentle, and it felt good as he licked the sore spot underneath her tail. He lapped at her, cleaning her slit, and the inside of her legs, and along her teats, cleaning up as much of the fluid as he could. Randy, in response, began the same for Mabel, ruining the pattern that was burned into Sairai's mind.
Both girls stayed still as the bucks cleaned them. Sairai began once again to realize just what had happened, though now that it was over, it seemed much more distant. She wiped her red eyes, relaxing as the big elk tongued her. Finally, she realized she needed to get herself and Mabel out of the pen. She began to pick herself up.
Then her knees were in the mud again. Startled, she looked back to see Actaeon again. As she began to get up, he stopped cleaning her, and mounted, pushing her down roughly. Her eyes widened as she looked back, seeing his penis, once again erect. He cried out in domination, displaying his magnificent rack, and he pulled her back forcefully onto his cock, thrusting deeply. Gasping, she stared incredulously back at the elk, uncomprehending as the elk violated her again, entering her roughly and deeply. She whinnied, distressed, though she noted that his entrance was accompanied only with a dull ache, and not the stabbing pain she had experienced before. Again, she instinctively tried to lift herself up, and again, she was forced painfully to her knees.
Mabel watched her, resigned. She turned her back to her brother, lifting her tail, and calling to him. Randy followed his father's suit, lifting himself roughly onto Mabel, mating her. Mabel's groans and cries were less desperate, and she made no effort to escape her brother's clumsy grasp. She strained against him, bleating plaintively, submitting. Sairai lay still, knowing resistance was futile. She held her ground as Actaeon fucked her forcefully, pumping in and out of her. She was breathless from the effort of resisting and the fury from before, and she had not the energy to resist.
The two girls were ravished again by the bucks, and Sairai remembered now that the bucks would often mount their does multiple times, though she had never counted when she was younger. She would need to escape as soon as possible when he was done with her. She knew she must smell like a rutting doe, her arm covered in Mabel's scent, and reeking of the buck's musk. Trying to keep her mind clear, she lay still, feeling the giant elk pounding her for the second time. Mabel, however, seemed content, pushing back against Randy, straining and moaning.
Actaeon was no more gentle than before, and Sairai cried out with each thrust, a dull ache inside. It wasn't as bad as the first time, but she was desperate to get out of the pen as soon as possible. But she knew she would have to wait until he was done with her. Randy finished in a few minutes, and he coated Mabel again. He pushed himself off, and began cleaning her up, as she stood there, quivering, bleating with an instinctive need. After another two minutes of the elder male fucking her, she braced herself, and he ejaculated once more within her, his new seed mixing with his old. Again she felt the excess spilling out of her, down her legs, and onto the ground beneath her. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to dismount.
Finished, he pulled himself out of her, more fluid running down her legs. She waited, unsure when she should try to make it to the gate. He began to clean her, lapping gently. It felt good, and she was hesitant to risk leaving now. She looked back at him. She saw he was flaccid. She watched him as he licked her, enjoying the feel of his tongue on her sensitive skin. When she was satisfied, she got ready to break for the gate. It was only 10 feet away. He was still licking her, but she couldn't risk waiting until he was done.
She leapt to her front legs. Success! She was up. She ran forward and around quickly, to prevent Actaeon from overpowering her again, and then charged for the gate. She wasn't sure if he was following her or not, but she wouldn't risk looking back. She'd get Tor and then come back to get Mabel out. As she reached the gate, she was suddenly blocked by Randy, his horns down. She was forced to slow, and looked back, praying she was not being pursued. But before she could look back, she felt him on her. Actaeon mounted her again, and though moments before he had been flaccid and calmly cleaning her off, she felt him pull her back. She knew how far he would pull before he entered her, and she knew how deep within her he would penetrate. She stopped, and he violated her once again.
He grabbed the scruff of her back in his teeth again, but he did not push her into the mud. She braced her hind legs, setting them apart for him, and held her tail out of the way. The gate seemed so far away now, and she gave up on that goal. She stayed still as he humped her, pressing back to maintain her ground. She was sore, but it seemed only distant in her mind as he fucked her. She crossed her arms, arching her back. She felt his breath rapidly panting against her back where he was biting her, and realized she was panting as well, trying to hold her position from his forceful thrusts. Actaeon weighed almost 500 pounds more than she did, and it took all her strength to keep her footing and her position. She wished she were an elk, since Mabel was considerably larger than she was.
Mabel, in the meantime, was presenting herself to Randy again, bleating needily. Maybe she didn't need rescuing. Randy mounted her again, and they strained against each other, calling loudly. Sairai watched the two siblings mating, beginning to feel aroused. Watching Mabel, Sairai began pushing back against Actaeon's thrusts, bending her hind legs slightly with each push. She felt his cock sliding much more smoothly between her lips, and it did not hurt like it did before. She was sweating and panting, pumping against him. She saw Mabel doing the same thing. Gasping, she realized she was moaning, and not in pain. She was breathing as heavily as her mate. When he pulled back, she waited patiently for the thrust, wanting him inside her, to fill her void.
She saw Randy and Mabel copulating, bleating and moaning, clearly each enjoying it. She decided it wasn't that bad. Thrusting back in time with his own, she felt him make his final, violent hump. She couldn't hold her ground, and moved forward two steps before she could push back into him. She felt warm fluid filling her from where he was embedding deeply within her. Much of it spilled between her legs, onto her matted fur. She kept pushing back to his thrusts as he released. She was panting, sore, but feeling a little better about it. Actaeon dismounted again, beginning to lick under her tail, cleaning her wet opening.
She was only 5 feet from the gate, but she was not thinking about leaving anymore. She felt warm, and his tongue on her newly stretched folds felt good. She stood there, panting, enjoying it after a long, hard day. Mabel was resting on the ground, with Randy standing nearby, protectively. Sairai could only think about that tongue. She stepped back against it, and it entered her. He licked inside of her. She was breathing heavily, not sure what she was feeling. She could think of nothing but that tongue. She moaned, looking over her shoulder at him. While looking back, she walked forward to the gate, holding it with her hands. But she did not open it. Looking back at Actaeon, she spread her hind legs, holding her tail as far up and to the side as she could, almost painfully. She nickered at Actaeon. He approached her slowly, looking into her eyes. She looked back, locked in his gaze.
He reached her, and paused. She braced herself as he mounted her again, his weight almost entirely resting on her hind legs. Still panting, filled with some intense desire she had never felt before, she held her ground as he pulled her onto his erection. It was a familiar sensation now, only this time, it felt good. It felt right. She pushed back, using her arms on the gate for extra leverage. She instinctively moved her hips up and down as he fucked her. She kept her eyes on him, looking back as he pushed himself into her, over, and over, and over. She began to moan again. She felt warmer and warmer, pushing harder, and breathing more heavily. She felt something coming...
As he thrust into her as mercilessly as ever, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation building up. In moments, the feeling coursed through her body. Something she had never experienced before. She began to shudder, the feeling only intensifying as Actaeon continued thrusting into her. Losing control, she gripped the fence, whinnying loudly and repeatedly, finding her voice once again. She was quivering, his cock rubbing along the sides of her passageway, causing her a pleasure unimaginable. She felt wetter than before. Her insides were quivering. Then she felt the rutting buck release, adding to the sensation. He bleated loudly, his voice joining her constant whinnies. She gasped, and pressed back against him, sharing an orgasm with the dominant buck.
It seemed an eternity, though it was only a few seconds. She could feel her fluids and his pouring down her legs and onto her teats. The fourth copulation in a row, she was already as full as she was going to become of his seed. The feeling caused her new thrilling sensations as he continued to thrust, the dull ache a vague memory now. Gasping for breath, she felt more and more sensitive, until finally the buck pulled himself out of her. She panted, overwhelmed.
Actaeon again began to clean her up. This time, it was a warm feeling, but a relaxing one. She regained her breath as he worked, keeping her tail out of the way. She felt really good, but most definitely tired. She could understand why Mabel was lying down. Sairai made no effort to exit the pen, waiting patiently for Actaeon to finish cleaning her. In a minute, she saw him pull back. She lowered her tail.
The buck began sniffing her again. Watching, she could see he was becoming erect again. Then she came to her senses. She had to get out of the pen, quickly. With a rush, she realized exactly what had happened, and that if she didn't leave now, he would rape her again. And possibly again. Her hands were on the gate, this was her best chance. She quickly undid the latch on the gate, and rushed through to the other side. She turned to close the gate, ending up face to face with Actaeon, who had been unable to prevent her from leaving in time. She latched the gate, and was free.
Standing there, face to face with Actaeon, she felt small and insignificant. His eyes locked with hers, demanding. She looked away, uncomfortable, backing up slowly. She glanced at Mabel and Randy, who were lying next to each other on the ground. She should have just left Mabel on her own, and then this wouldn't have ever happened. Her rump felt damp and uncomfortable, and she was very sore. She wasn't sure what to do, or think. Finally, she decided she should get Tor, and rescue Mabel.
Looking up, she saw Actaeon approaching his daughter, still erect, and frustrated. He lowered his head, and pressed his rack against Mabel's prone body, roughly, and she quickly stood. She looked nervous, and Randy backed up away from the two. Actaeon circled around Mabel, sniffing under her tail. Mabel watched nervously, afraid to defy the larger elk. Sairai watched, forgetting herself.
Mabel spread her legs for support, letting her father mount her uncontested. He pulled himself onto her, bleating loudly. He looked directly at Sairai, who was watching, entranced. She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. When she looked back, he was mating his daughter, pumping into her as she bleated nervously. Sairai watched from another perspective what he had just done to her. He gripped Mabel's back sharply in his teeth, pulling himself forcefully into and out of her. Tired as she was, there was nothing Mabel could do to protest. She called out again and again, pushing back against the large buck.
Sairai was transfixed. From her angle, she could see the seed pouring down Mabel's hind legs, as her father fucked her. Seed that she knew was meant for her. Actaeon humped her, releasing repeatedly, until he was finished. Then he pushed his weight forward, forcing Mabel to her knees, like he had done to Sairai. Mabel closed her eyes, moaning as the elk dismounted. He did not lick his daughter, instead glancing directly at Sairai, and walking around in front of Mabel. He stood over her, his half-erect penis in her face. Sairai had seen this before. He wanted Mabel to clean him.
When Mabel hesitated, he turned his head and bent to press his antlers against her. She obeyed, leaning forward. She licked along his damp organ, cleaning much like her brother had cleaned her. Actaeon grunted as she ran her tongue along him, enjoying it. When she finished, he walked a short distance away, and gazed again at Sairai. She shuddered, unable to deny the courses of vestigial arousal still fluttering in her body. When she looked back, she saw Randy behind Mabel, her front legs bent into the mud, her rump in the air. She bleated, her voice hoarse, but she did not resist as her brother mounted her again. He ignored his father's semen, which coated her underbelly, entering her roughly. The siblings mated again, for the next three minutes. Then Randy's seed joined Actaeon's, spilling out of the well-used doe at copulation.
Sairai watched the elk, arousal once again skyrocketing. She continued to watch, forgetting Tor, as Randy and Actaeon fucked Mabel, alternating. She saw the bucks take Mabel again and again, until they had each mated her another 3 times. As Actaeon finished with her the last time, he dismounted, pushing her away roughly with his horns, and then turned his back on her, dismissing her bluntly. Mabel staggered over to the gate, trying to regain her breath. Sairai snapped out of it, opening the gate, and letting Mabel through. The bucks watched, disinterested. She did not meet Actaeon's stare.
Mabel's hind end was thoroughly coated. Sairai led the exhausted creature to the buckets of water gathered for washing, and poured it under her tail, cleaning her up. Mabel bleated pathetically, having lost her voice. She had spent the whole day under her brother and her father. Her first heat, she had been mated 11 times. Mabel looked and felt exhausted as Sairai led her to the doe's pen, where the doe lay down immediately and slept. Sairai had been raped only 4 times, but she too was tired. She went to the house, fed Tor his meal, and let him out for the night to patrol and defend the farm. Then she collapsed in a corner, falling into a confused and exhausted sleep of her own.
Chapter 2: Part Two
Summary:
Still reeling from her ordeal of being trapped between domineering buck and son in training, Sairai tries to mill about her day like nothing happened.
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When she awoke, it was early morning. The sun's rays were just flickering over the mountains in the distance. She stood, and her hind legs were very sore. Suddenly she recalled the events of the previous day. It felt like a bad dream, but she could tell with each step that it had really happened. She stood still, unsure what to think or do. She could hear the does bleating outside, waiting to be milked. She also heard the distinctive calls from the two bucks. She shuddered.
She fixed herself breakfast, unwilling to leave the cottage. She heard Tor at the door, eager to be fed, and she obliged him. She opened the door quickly, and shut it even faster as the giant cave lion bounded into the house. After eating, she lay next to Tor, hugging his soft fur, crying softly. She tried to ignore the elk calling to her, but all she could hear were their bleats. She knew she had to go milk them. Her father was counting on her. She stood, leaving a purring Tor to finish his meal on his own.
She left the house, and went to the does' pen. She could hear the bucks calling, and she imagined they called to her. She refused to look in their direction, concentrating on doing her job, so that she could return the house. She milked the does quickly. When she lay down to milk them, her rump in the air, facing the bucks, she heard a low, guttural sound that she knew must be Actaeon.
Mabel seemed to be over her heat, only desperate to be milked. Sairai was relieved. She wasn't about to put Mabel in with the bucks again, and she was in no desire to hear them calling for each other. But that didn't seem to matter much on the bucks' end. They called just as they had yesterday. None of the elk were in estrus. Sairai knew they were calling for her.
She picked up her things, taking care not to acknowledge the bucks as she moved the pails of milk to the cottage for storage. She should churn some of the milk today. Maybe that would take her mind somewhere other than yesterday. As she was carrying the final pail of milk, she heard a crash. Startled, she looked over to see Actaeon, tossing his head wildly where he had just charged the fence. He was rutting, and it was obvious he was erect. He was looking straight at Sairai. She met his gaze, and froze.
He stared at her, snorting and tossing his head, calling forcefully to her. She couldn't look away. Her tail was tucked neatly between her legs, and she took one step back, uncomfortable. She tried to look away. Their eyes were locked. Her legs were weak, and she put the bucket of milk onto the ground, her eyes never leaving the buck. She felt helpless, and not in control. She lowered her head, but her eyes were still on Actaeon. She walked slowly, softly, to the gate. She unlatched the gate without even thinking about it, sliding it open, and walking submissively into the bucks' pen.
She left the gate swinging open, her eyes still locked in his. He was commanding, and he was dominating. She knew what he was after, and there was nothing she could do to resist. He tossed his head, walking around her. He was uninterested in her front half. She turned her head to watch him as he circled behind her. He snorted, sniffing at her. He bleated loudly, glaring at her. Sairai felt self-conscious. Still looking back at him, she lowered her front half to her knees, braced her hind legs, and spread her tail to the side. Bleating again, he took her, his weight landing squarely on her rump, pressuring her sore hind legs. She lay still as his forelegs pulled back on her rump, forcing her roughly back onto his waiting cock. She cried out at the sharp pain as he penetrated her, pressing his entire length between her folds.
He began fucking her roughly, pushing into her deeply and quickly, oblivious to her cries of pain. Sairai briefly wondered why she had entered the pen, but such thoughts were much too late to matter now. She held her ground, her hind legs buckling under the pressure of holding the great elk above her. His pumping increased in pace, and she was breathing heavily. The initial pain of his entry had dulled quickly. She lay still as the elk reached his climax, with a great thrust pushing her forward into the mud. His seed spilled into her body, and then out of her opening, coating her rump. The extra lubrication felt good, the elk's thrusts sliding more smoothly into the young girl. She made no effort to escape, no attempt to stand.
The elk dismounted unceremoniously. She expected to feel his tongue, but was disappointed. Actaeon circled around to where she lay, standing over her, leaving her hind end sopping with his seed. His mostly erect penis waited in front of her face, messily covered in his fluids. She knew what he wanted, but hesitated. He pressed his giant rack of horns against her body, bleating commandingly, and she obeyed.
She leaned forward, extending her tongue to the glistening, red erection. Carefully, she licked his tip, tasting the salty semen she was to clean. She resisted her gagging reflex, running her tongue up along the length of the penis, and then along his sheath, until she could no longer see any white fluid. She swallowed what little she had found, coughing. Satisfied, Actaeon left her there in the mud. She wondered if he was done with her.
Then she felt the tongue under her tail. Looking back, she saw Randy, tasting his father's seed. It felt good, but he stopped after only a few licks. She watched with wide eyes as the younger elk mounted her, too. Glancing at Actaeon, she saw him fully erect, watching as his son pulled Sairai back, violating her. She knew she was in for a long morning. Randy's penis glided smoothly into her moistened passageway with only a slight pain. The younger elk was smaller than his father. He weighed less, and he filled her less deeply. He fucked her clumsily at first, but quickly.
She lay still, submissive. She pressed back against the elk, panting. She could feel his pace increasing - he did not have his father's lasting power. She bent her hind legs in time to his trusts, feeling his penis gliding and swiveling within her. She felt warm. She was sweating, and she began to moan. Then the younger buck pushed deeply into her, momentarily resting all of his weight on her hind legs. She locked them, holding his weight as he released within her, his seed joining his father's - inside and out. She could feel the sticky fluid running down the inside of her legs, matting against her fur and coating her teats.
When he was done with her, Randy pulled himself out of her, backing away. Gasping, Sairai looked back, and saw Actaeon behind her. He did not wait, mounting her again, pressing his larger erection deep within her pussy. Covered again, Sairai tried to keep her position, sliding back through the mud slightly as the elk pulled roughly at her rump. Finally, she got strong footing, and began to push back against the elk, moaning. She felt like she had yesterday for a glorious moment. Good, and right. Moaning, she closed her eyes.
When she opened them, she saw Randy standing over her, imperiously. He was fully erect again, and bleated at her, his penis only inches from her face. His cock was much messier than his father's had been, but she knew what she had to do. Using one hand to pull him closer, she began to run her tongue along his salty organ, lapping up the semen. All the while, Actaeon fucked her. She swiveled her rump, moaning at the feel of his erection deep within her. Whenever he pulled back, she waited desperately for him to fill her again.
She had finished cleaning the younger buck, but it seemed like she had missed the tip. Pulling the penis closer to her, she licked it urgently, swallowing his seed. Yet there was as much left as when she started. She took his tip into her mouth, sucking on it. Randy bleated. When she had finished, she could see still more. She took it again into her mouth, sucking until she could taste no more. Meanwhile, she felt Actaeon's pace increasing. She was panting in time to his thrusts, gasping for air when she wasn't working on Randy.
Then she felt his penis tensing against her tongue, and suddenly a large quantity of his seed began shooting into her mouth. Randy called out in pleasure, ejaculating forcefully. She pulled away from him in surprise, her mouth half-filled with fluid. She spit it out, gasping. Randy kept releasing, humping at the air. The excess ejaculate struck her face and chest, running down her breasts. She closed her eyes protectively as he coated her. Then she felt Actaeon push deeply into her, his warmth filling her, deep within her cavity. She held her ground as his seed poured into and out of her, further coating her rump. She felt very wet, covered in their seed. Moaning, Sairai could no longer hold back. Actaeon's thrusts were gliding smoothly between her folds and the feeling of the warm fluid joining what already coated her finally set her off.
She whinnied loudly, forgetting herself. Shuddering, her walls quivered around the large buck's erection. She began to gush her own fluid, mixing with theirs. She felt very warm as she added to the wetness covering her rump and teats. Her legs were wet all the way down to her hooves, and there was a noticeable pool on the ground directly below her sore opening. When he was done, Actaeon dismounted. She looked at Randy and could see he was ready. She spread her tail for him, and he took her, ignoring the mess.
Actaeon stood over her again. How often would they do this to her, she wondered. She was sore, out of breath, and she felt extremely sensitive as Randy pumped into her well-used cavity. Yesterday, they had taken Mabel and herself a total of 15 times. She wasn't sure she could handle that today. She pulled Actaeon's erection to her, ignoring the semen on her face and chest. She had bigger things to worry about. She put her tongue to work, cleaning off his sopping organ, all the while pushing, panting, and straining against Randy's eager thrusts. Actaeon rested his horns against her body, not pushing at her, just threatening.
By the time she was done, Actaeon was fully erect again. His tip displayed some pre-cum, but she knew if she tried to clean it, she would make no progress. When she stopped, she felt Actaeon's horns against her side, poking her painfully, and he bleated commandingly. She began sucking the tip of his penis, knowing it would go better for her if she obeyed. As she sucked on his father, Randy's thrusts were nearing fruition. She whinnied, completely at the two bucks’ mercy.
Actaeon tensed, shooting into her mouth. When she tried to pull away, he poked her forcefully. Resigned, she stayed, her tongue lashing the flexing tip. As he filled her with his seed, she began to swallow what she could, holding her breath. He was filling her too quickly, and she couldn't keep up. Still swallowing mouthfuls of his seed, the excess began to pour out her lips and down her chin, dripping onto her breasts, and down her chest, joining Randy's fluid. She swallowed desperately until the large elk was finished, and he walked aside. She tried to wipe her face, but all it managed to do was muss her hands and arms. Gasping for breath, she felt Randy releasing into her, bleating triumphantly as he filled his doe yet again. Thoroughly covered, front and back, she lay there, dazed. She knew she could not escape. She waited after Randy dismounted. She made no effort to leave. Randy made her clean him off, his erection messier than ever after being inside her well-used pussy, which was now a pool of their seed. In a few minutes, Actaeon mounted her again.
They alternated, mounting her in a regular rotation. While one fucked her, she was required to clean the other one with her tongue. She obliged them, unable to resist. Twice more, her body took over, and she moaned and panted, releasing with them. They took her again and again, until finally Actaeon dismounted her, and Randy was too spent to take her again. Actaeon made her clean him off, while she herself dripped in their fluid. He released again as she sucked him, and made her clean that off as well. Finally, he was satisfied, and pushed her away roughly with his horns. He did not look at her. By that point, they had each taken her seven times, and forced her to clean them the same number. She was dismissed.
Her legs sore, she stood, stumbling as she left the pen, closing the gate behind her. She was sopping wet, a mixture of her own fluids, sweat, mud, and mostly, their seed. She was out of water for washing. She needed to go to the nearby river and get cleaned up. She brought the last pail of milk into the house. Tor was surprised to see her, especially in her current state. He sniffed her curiously. She decided not to pat him, her hand still covered in cum. She let him out of the house, and he went eagerly. He would need to patrol the farm while she was out washing. It was almost a mile to the river, but she was sure she could make it, even on her sore legs.
She left, wondering what her parents would say if they saw her now. She needed to get cleaned up. She began the walk down to the river, where it was shrouded in trees. They lived so far from the river, because sometimes unsavory creatures found their way there, scavenging for water or food. It was a long journey at her pace. She was sore all over. She realized that yesterday at this time, she had still been a virgin. Since then, the elk had taken her eighteen times. She swore to herself that it wouldn't happen again.
At the river, she dipped and washed herself, quickly washing the mud and seed from her fur, and feeling better quickly. She couldn't smell the rut of the elk on her skin anymore, and the bath felt very soothing to her sore body. Reflecting on the last days' encounters, she felt pretty good about how she had handled it. Now that Mabel was back to normal, Sairai could pretend it all never happened and go about her business as usual until the family returned.
It could be her secret.
Chapter 3: Part Three
Summary:
Out of the farmhouse pen, and into the shit...Sairai is still reeling from her mental submission and lustful double-digit pleasure coaster at the hooves of the father-son elk duo at her father's ranch. But upon reaching the river at the end of the plantation to wash away the incestuous obedience, she runs into even more trouble, finding danger that she can't quite understand.
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Sairai left the river and shook herself. A little damp, she decided to trot through the nearby meadow quickly to let the wind dry her off. After a short run, she felt refreshed and mostly dry, but the bath she had had would soon prove to be a wasted effort. She saw three unicorns emerging from the southern end of the forest, between her and her home. She was surprised, since she had rarely seen unicorns at all - only a few times in trade discussions. What they were doing here she had no idea, and their strange coloring made her wary.
The unicorns began to approach her, still fairly far away. Upon closer inspection, she realized they were very large for unicorns, which were generally the same size as a centaur. These equines were several hands taller. A strange breed of unicorn? That would explain their colors: black, brown, and a reddish color. The only unicorns she'd seen had been white.
It was when they were within 200 feet that she knew something was wrong - the black equine, the largest of the three, was wearing some sort of bag on his back. Unicorns would never wear such accoutrements - they didn't even have hands. The reddish one had strange straps around his head, and something metal in his mouth. Most startling of all, none of them had horns!
It was too late to flee. She would have to speak with them, and hope they were not hostile. If they were...she would have to rely on Tor showing up, wherever he was. They looked capable of outrunning her, and being more than twice her bulk while outnumbering her three to one, they could easily overpower her. She tried to stand her ground confidently, so as not to betray her fear, but this was no easy task. They slowed as they closed the gap, clearly interested in speaking with her. She began with a hesitant, "Good afternoon, friends."
They remained silent, sniffing the air and snorting, flicking their tails absentmindedly. She tried again, "What brings you through these lands?" Again they were silent, but then the big black one moved toward her. She stood her ground, but was clearly nervous as she asked the big one, "C-can I help you?"
It turned out she could, but he didn't say as much. He strode aside her, ignoring her question, sniffing along her side. Unnerved by this impolite inspection, she turned her head to follow his move. It was then that she noticed his rapidly firming erection. She gasped, and turned away from him, but he was faster, stepping behind her to sniff her rump. With a good nose-full, he trumpeted loudly.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed loudly, stepping back and turning to flee. But as she turned she saw the reddish equine blocking her path, and when she turned again, the brown one. They had circled her, and her eyes widened as she noted their excitement, glancing underneath each male in turn. They were huge - especially the black one. Their organs, now fully stiffened, were fully three inches wider than Actaeon, and as long or longer. She was trapped, and they were not interested in talk.
The black one caught up to her rump again, sniffing, and she was brought out of her disturbing thoughts by a sharp nip. She jumped and turned away from him again, but he followed and nipped her again. She hesitated, and he began to swivel himself behind her. She stepped forward vainly, as the reddish equine was blocking her path, and all that the move managed for her was another smart nip. She held still, her rump smarting.
Horrified, she turned to view her aggressor. She cried helplessly for him to stop, but he seemed oblivious to her pleas. He stuck his snout right between her legs, up under her tail. He inhaled deeply. She suspected he could still smell the rut from the elk. She must smell something like a female mare in heat, and this drew the three horses. Knowing what he wanted, knowing that there was no escape, and dreading what would surely happen, she steeled herself, tears in her eyes.
Content, the beast lifted himself onto her back, whinnying in domination. She felt he must weigh a good 600 pounds more than she did, and it was all she could do to hold her footing. He struggled forward, gaining more purchase as he scaled her back, his humongous penis getting ever closer to its destination. His weight was more manageable as more of it adjusted to her front legs, for which she was thankful. He trumpeted again, and she obediently set her tail aside. She had given up speaking with them. She suspected they were as much beasts as the elk, but if they could speak, they weren't interested in speaking to her. She hoped it would go better for her if she cooperated.
Her legs spread apart, her ears hurt as he whinnied again, loudly, in her ear. He was fully covering her now, and his triumphant call was accompanied by a searing pain between her legs, as his erection pressed into her, stretching her already sore opening to its limit. His six-inch diameter squeezed into her, and he expertly thrust forward. She could feel his forelegs pulling her back onto his thick member, tears in her eyes from the intense pain to which he was not only oblivious, but added to with a solid bite between the shoulders, painfully holding her in place, though she had no intention of leaving.
It must have been only seconds, but it felt like hours as she felt him push his entire length forcefully into her passageway, until she could feel his scrotum, the size of two softballs, banging between her legs. Briefly she noted a minor discomfort from the straps of the saddle around his barrel, and the flopping stirrups against her side. Things were going much better from his point of view, and he began pulling back and thrusting again, his filly completely under his control. She gasped in time to his panting as he pumped and strained against his unwilling partner. Her stretched, unlubricated opening was still immensely painful to her, and it was all she could do to remain standing and accommodate the giant fucking her. Her nails dug into her palms, her teeth clenched.
And almost as soon as it had begun, it was over. She suddenly felt a massive lurch as the creature humped her fiercely, his balls flopping against her teats. She felt he must be filling her more than her capacity already, but he somehow managed to press in further. And then she could feel him releasing his fluids in rapid bursts. She was so tight, that there was hardly any room at all for his seed, and she felt huge quantities of semen pouring along his penis and out of her, coating her legs, and spilling on the grass beneath her. He grunted and whined, adding more and more of his seed to the pool on the ground, coating her hind legs, her teats, and all the way down her legs. She was more coated than after all the times the elk had taken her, combined.
Crying out in pain, she felt him backpedal, pulling himself abruptly out of her and landing loudly on the ground behind her. She could tell that her vagina was still overstretched and open to the crisp air, not fully tightened again after such a painful invasion. She knew she was crying, but she didn't know for precisely what reason: the pain, the unbelievable luck she'd been having, or the fact that the reddish horse was now standing behind her, snorting and sniffing under her tail.
She made no effort to resist as the reddish horse, only slightly smaller than the black one, mounted her. She spread her tail to the side and braced her legs for his weight and his thrust. She kept her eyes straight ahead, but could not help envisioning what she had seen of his penis. She tensed herself as he began raping her, still out of breath from the prior encounter. He began thrusting immediately, her passageway now quite a bit more lubricated thanks to the black horse's seed, and already stretched to accommodate the smaller stallion. The pain was only a dull ache, now, and she took the time to be thankful that the bit in his mouth prevented him from biting her back.
She pressed herself back against his thrusts, hoping to speed up the process, but he seemed to fuck her for an eternity anyway. It was not nearly as bad as before, and she tried to think of Actaeon, and the times when she hadn't minded being fucked. To the horse, she was much tighter, and the extra friction was almost pleasant. Perhaps it was because he was designed more like a centaur. She pretended it was a handsome centaur fucking her, and that she loved him. It helped, and soon she was moaning softly as the red horse ejaculated deeply within her, the majority of the seed spilling out of her to join the black horse's fluids on her legs and in the growing pool on the ground.
He dismounted, and joined the black horse in resting beside her as the brown horse moved behind her. Panting, and feeling strangely warm, she looked back at him, lifting her tail invitingly. She knew she could not escape, and there was no use fighting the inevitable. He swiftly mounted her, sliding his entire length into her wet passageway in one smooth stroke. Again, she imagined that it was not a horse raping her mercilessly, but a centaur fucking her. She pressed herself back against his thrusts, moaning softly, and her hands moved to her nipples. She imagined his strong arms surrounded her and playing with her as the horse's penis pumped fiercely between her legs. She even invited the sharp pain from the horse's bite. She was starting to feel warm, and wonderful again, rubbing her breasts, marveling as his scrotum slapped against her teats, and his penis glided out of her, and then filled her so completely again. Her moans turned to screams of pleasure as he sped up, suddenly thrusting and spurting hot loads of sperm within her. Rubbing her own breasts, she began to orgasm, her interior walls squeezing his member as the excess fluids - hers and his - spilled rapidly out of her with each spurt, mixing almost eagerly with the fluids the other two horses and deposited.
With a simple snort, he pushed himself roughly off of her, and she lost her footing, falling onto her forelegs. She lay there, stunned, her hind legs still straight and locked. She hadn't expected this to make her feel so good. She gasped, trying to regain her breath as she felt her fluids and theirs slowly running down her sodden rump, to join either the pool directly under her tail, or to run down her legs to end up by her back hooves. She was sweating, and with a chagrined sigh, realized she was going to need another bath.
But the big black horse wasn't done with her yet. Just as she began to consider getting up, she felt the stallion mount her, putting all his weight on her hind legs. Unprepared, her hind legs almost slipped as well in the slippery fluid. About to turn to look at her assailant, she was interrupted as he gripped the hair on the back of her head in his mouth, and pulled back on her head hard. His forelegs squeezed against her hind legs, pulling him forward, and she screamed as he began raping her again. His monstrous erection slid painfully into her again, the other two horses having been slightly lesser endowed. With her forelegs still crumpled underneath her, she felt him pulling her hair with his teeth, while grunting and humping her rump, still propped up nicely by her weakening hind legs. He pounded her sore entrance, which was even more sensitive due to her recent orgasm. She was having trouble pretending this was a gentle centaur lover.
However, she began panting again, the way his body rubbed against her, and his impressive organ filling her didn't feel so bad. Although her neck hurt from his relentless pulling, she began thrusting back against him. She knew it would go better if she cooperated. She began to moan, blinking back the tears in her eyes. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and pinching her firm peaks, and she started to enjoy what she could of the rape. The stallion was panting loudly and whinnying as he sped up, fucking her roughly. She was just warming up when he released her hair for a wild, guttural scream of triumph. He gave her a good strong thrust, and began filling her with rapid spurts of semen.
After he finished with her, fresh fluids cascading down her backside, he dismounted with little ceremony, to relax a few paces away. He left her panting and gasping, close to orgasm, but not yet there. She rubbed her breasts, but it was no use. She stood, and turned her human torso around to look desperately at the brown and red horses. The brown horse was eating grass nearby, but the red perked up slightly when she looked at him. She was disappointed to see that he was not erect. Frantic, she waggled her rear end at him, holding her tail as far off to the side as possible. She set her legs, and watched him with longing. To her delight, the red horse took this as a cue to move forward, sniffing her well-used genitals. Still moaning and rubbing her breasts, she lowered her hind legs slightly, hoping that he would mount her.
When she saw his erection grow, she gave a sigh of relief. The horse sniffed her again, and jumped onto her back, grabbing purchase with his strong forelegs. She watched with eager anticipation as his penis grew to its full length. She saw him lifting it for entry, and she bent her hind legs slightly, pushing back to meet him as he thrust deeply into her burning hole. "Oh, thank the Gods," she whimpered in bliss, thrusting back with renewed vigor, while fondling herself.
The reddish horse held her firmly between his legs, but his thrusts were slow and deliberate. He was still apparently recovering from fucking her earlier, grunting loudly with each push. By only his third entrance, his erection sliding steadily into her until he was inside her up to his hilt, Sairai couldn't handle it anymore, and with a deep cathartic moan, she came, spraying fluids around the gentle stallion's cock. Each thrust seemed to extend her orgasm, as her mate continued to pound her hindquarters. She moaned deeply until her voice was hoarse, and then she continued to moan anyway. After what seemed a blissful eternity, her climax was finally over, leaving her standing there stunned in the afterglow, all while the red horse continued to fuck her.
Suddenly very sensitive, his attentions were now unwanted, but there was nothing she could do but ride it out until he was done with her. And he was taking his time, calmly penetrating her, breathing normally, while she panted desperately to regain her breath. She turned to watch him as he methodically fucked her, pushing so deeply into her each time. She leaned down to view his giant organ, marveling that such a thing could even fit inside of her, wondering how wide her vagina must look now. She was almost hypnotized watching his length glide in and out of her, his enormous, hefty balls slapping gently between her legs. She began to feel warm again, unbelievably aroused. She could not remove her eyes from his steady thrusts.
She began to push back against the stallion, hoping to hurry him along, but also because it felt so good. She managed to pry her eyes from his monstrous penis, and instead turned to watch his massive head. She focused on that strange metal rod in his mouth, attached to several ropes around his head. She put her hands gently on his head, petting him as he pulled her onto his shaft, again and again. He was panting now, and his pace was increasing. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, still thrusting back, but now instinctually. She could feel the heat inside of her rising, knew that it was happening again, and did not want to stop it.
She hugged him as he began humping her vigorously, petting his face and neck. She could feel his hot, moist breaths expelling rapidly onto her breasts, and it felt good. They humped against each other as quickly as they could, and then with a massive push and triumphant whinny, deeply inside of Sairai, he began to spill his seed again, massive sludgy deluges of white lava sending thrills through her entire frame. She leaned down to watch his climax, finger-thick rivers of semen pouring out of her to fall on the ground. She could see it running down the inside of her legs, and along his cock. With every thrust, more fluid gushed out of him and out of her, descending to join the mess on the ground beneath her. She could hardly believe how much of the sticky white fluid had spilled out of her in the course of five fuckings. She supposed that their giant penises made it difficult for there to be any room inside of her for the stuff, and with every thrust, she could tell his erection was filling her completely, forcing more of his seed to spill out of her.
When he was done with her, she kissed him briefly on the forehead again before he dismounted without a word of thanks. The only evidence of his appreciation of her invitation was his generous donation of almost a gallon of semen. She watched him walk away a short distance to graze, with regret. Frustrated, she found herself in the same position she had been in - warm, panting, and almost ready for another orgasm. She turned to look at the brown horse, her only hope to relieve these feelings. She desperately needed him to fuck her again. He stood a few paces in front of her, munching quietly on the grass.
He was still flaccid, however. She held out her hand, and called gently to him, and he eventually noticed her, and moved closer to her, sniffing her hand. He soon lost interest, and stepped aside to continue grazing, standing perpendicular to her. She patted his flanks, unsure what to do, and then it came to her. She dropped to the ground, tucking her hind legs under her. Her underside landed unceremoniously into the pool of semen, coating even more of her rump, and sticking to her tail. But now she found herself low to the ground, directly in front of the brown horse's sheath. He was still grazing, but she reached out with her hands, placing each around his thick circumference. She began running her hands gently along his opening, which, to her satisfaction, began to grow. Intrigued, she watched as blood filled his penis, rubbing him more vigorously as his excitement grew. He was no longer grazing, but looking curiously at her.
She slid her hand back along his shaft until she reached the base, fully 6 inches in diameter. She knew he had penetrated her that deeply because she had felt his balls slapping against her, and she was amazed that she could have been filled so completely. She cupped his two large testicles in her hand. They were heavy and surprisingly soft. With her other hand, she felt the loose skin around the tip, rubbing it carefully, knowing it was sensitive. The horse snorted at her actions, fully erect now, and curious. She knew he would want to take her, soon, but she was still curious.
She pulled his organ closer to her, holding it against her breasts. She leaned her head down to kiss it. Aroused, she wanted to kiss every square inch of his erection. That proved infeasible, so she began to lick it, with long trailing paths. This seemed to delight the horse, who made no effort to stop her so that he could fuck her properly. Hugging him, she fellated him for the next few minutes, cupping his balls with her left hand while stroking him with the right. She noticed a drop of semen forming at his tip, and pulled it toward her to lick him clean. The brown horse whinnied. She knew he was ready, and she could hardly wait for him to fill her desperate need. She stood up, hind legs first, so that she could fondle it for as long as possible before it would be thrusting quickly into her wet and warm passageway.
But she never got up on her front legs. She hadn't noticed the black horse behind her while she was focusing on the brown horse's cock. Once she stuck her rump in the air, the black horse mounted her, his weight keeping her front legs crumpled on the ground. She was still trying to understand what had happened when he pushed his huge erection as hard as he could inside of her. Already aroused, she gasped at his forceful entry. Brown horse or black, her need would be filled, so she was content with this change of plans.
The brown horse was less thrilled, though. Erect but with no rump in which to release, he tossed his head aggressively, threatening to fight the black horse for mating privileges. Sairai noticed this, and to diffuse the situation, she quickly pulled the brown horse's stiff penis into her arms again. Once she began to lick him rapidly, he seemed content with the situation. She found herself trying to juggle several things at once - between her efforts to keep her hind legs locked under the massive weight of the black horse, her efforts to bring the brown horse to his climax with her hands and tongue, and her own desire to climax, she was feeling overwhelmed. Luckily her instincts took over.
The black horse's thrusts alone were enough to get her feeling warm, and her arousal made her all the more interested in the brown horse. She fondled and licked him with abandon, while pushing back against her struggling mate. The two horses' wild grunts and whinnies validated her efforts. She knew the black horse would be content simply fucking her brains out, so she concentrated on the brown one, eager to make him cum. She knew that if she didn't, he would surely mount her as soon as the black horse had finished humping her rump. She thought she probably didn't want that, so she began caressing his balls with her hands, while rubbing his penis against her arms and her breasts, leaning forward to lick its tip. She opened her mouth to try to surround as much of his cock as she could, but she couldn't get very far. He was huge! She ran her tongue across the opening, where more and more precum was building up. He tasted a lot like the elk.
Gripping his balls and stroking his shaft, she drank him eagerly, while the black horse pounded her contentedly. She barely ached as his oversized penis penetrated her tight opening. She was stretched too far and too often to feel much discomfort anymore. The brown horse turned toward her a little bit, and began thrusting slightly into her arms, forcing her head to bob back and forth with the tip of his cock. She made muffled moans of pleasure, lapping as quickly as possible. Both horses began to thrust faster and deeper, and it was all she could do to keep her lips locked to him. Meanwhile, the rough thrusts of the bigger stallion were invading her insides, the friction warming her up dramatically. She could feel the pleasure building up within her, anticipating another massive orgasm. She no longer needed to imagine these creatures were centaurs to enjoy every pulse, pound and squirt.
Then it happened - the black horse embedded deeply within her let out a wild scream, and she felt warm fluids once again pouring out of her tight opening, down her legs to join the pool, which was still substantial, even after she sat in it. Someone looking at her rump casually might mistake her for a white centaur, instead of light gold, she was coated so thoroughly. Even her tail was covered in the sticky fluid. The black horse, tugging roughly on her hind legs, released and released, and this triggered her own orgasm, which had been almost impossible to contain for so long. She held back a shriek, attempting to keep the brown horse in a good mood, and released forcefully her own fluids, pushing back against the massively larger creature fucking her. As if in response, the brown horse whinnied and thrust hard at her face, making her lean back. Her mouth was still directly over his tip at the end of his thrust when he began to spurt hot fluid directly into her mouth. He filled her mouth instantly, until she was choking down his seed, much of it being pushed out of her mouth, and onto her lips and face. Thankfully, he pulled his thrust back, giving her a reprieve. She then saw him coming forward for another thrust, and could feel his balls tense for another giant spurt, and her instinct was to duck her head to avoid a face full of semen. However, she had leaned so far back that the black horse, still in the throes of his savage orgasm, had reached forward to take her hair in his mouth, forcing her to lean back, immobile. The brown horse came again, huge amounts of fluid spattering on her face, into her open mouth. Several spurts landed in her hair, on her neck, and on her chest, most of it flowing down her breasts in sheets. She was helpless as the horses came on and into her.
She began to moan now, her lips no longer occupied, overwhelmed by the feeling of her orgasm, and the warm fluid covering almost her entire body. Her insides must be coated as all the excess semen poured out of her with each vigorous thrust. The excess joined the old fluids from the previous 5 fuckings, and there was hardly a spot on her backside that was not touched by their seed. The ground beneath her held gallons and gallons of fluid, and that amount only increased as the black horse finished with her a third time. Meanwhile, the brown horse coated her. She had swallowed several entire mouthfuls of his seed to avoid choking, but still more was running down her face, neck and breasts. Some stray spurts hit her arms, forelegs, and even her back, but the majority of the fluid was now running down her abs and pooling on the ground beneath her crumpled forelegs.
She was still orgasming when the two horses had finished with her. The brown horse, content with the whole affair, walked off, his flaccid penis still dripping small amounts of semen. The black horse released her hair, and unceremoniously dismounted, pulling his shrinking erection from her soaked and sopping entrance. He gave a snort that she took for distaste, and turned away from her, his tail up dominantly. She shuddered and gasped for air, her orgasm finally ending, her coated rump still waving welcomingly in the air, her front end lying pitifully on the ground in a pool of fluid. She felt wet, hot, sticky, and...like she was only wanted as a receptacle for semen. There were tears in her eyes.
She lay there a while, but it wasn't long before the red horse mounted her again, pulling her hindquarters around his stiff member. She cooperated obediently, not wanting to face their nipping teeth again. Once he was done, the brown horse decided that he wanted another go. The black stallion was not to be outdone, and by the time he had finished fucking her, the red horse was ready again. They each raped her another two times as she stood unmoving in that spot.
It was the ninth time one of the horses had raped her when the humans arrived. She was standing obediently, still covered in their seed, while the black stallion grunted and strained against her, pumping vigorously. She pressed back, grunting herself. She was a little sore, but she was used to that by now. She didn't notice the three men approach until they were almost upon her.
She had never seen humans before, and immediately mistook them for elves. But when she tried speaking what little elvish she knew, she got no response. She noticed the three men while nearing another orgasm, and she blushed, embarrassed at her messy condition, all the while still being fucked by this strange beast. She said, <"Help me! These creatures are raping me!"> in elvish. But she soon realized these were not elves. The tallest of the three, taller than most elves she had met, watched the black stallion drilling into her with curiosity. The other two men quickly went to where the other exhausted stallions were grazing. One attached a rope to the headgear the red horse was wearing, and the other placed similar headgear onto the brown horse. The beasts seemed to know these men, and she began to suspect they were strange people as well.
She yelled again, <"Make them stop!"> in both centaur and elvish, but to no avail. Now the other two men joined the first in watching her predicament, saying a few unfamiliar words. The tallest man crossed his arms, clearly not going to help her. They watched patiently, talking amongst themselves, while the black stallion raped her, grunting and pumping. His eager thrusts, and enormous size made her forget herself, and she began panting again, pushing back against him while her pained whimpers turned to needy moans, then ecstatic yelps. The men seemed amused. They watched throughout, shamelessly as the stallion penetrated her roughly, and even as his seed began to pour out of her. The tall one chuckled, pointing out the bog of fluids saturating the soil from Sarai’s eventful encounters over the course of the day, scattered around the area and adding yet another puddle underneath her legs. She was too busy moaning and gasping in ecstasy and releasing her own fluids against the stallion to notice. Still stunned in the afterglow, she hadn’t even noticed when the men approached immediately after her most recent mate had dismounted, casting ropes around both him and her. They tightened the lasso quickly around her human waist, and one of the other humans quickly tied a rope around her forelegs and one hind leg, restricting her back leg's movement. She merely shuddered, dripping semen onto the ground.
Chapter 4: Part Four
Summary:
When we last left Sairai, after being continuously raped by the father-son duo of her family's feral elk mistaking her for a doe in heat, then her willingly submitting herself to the father-son duo for a marathon rutting, then finding a mysterious trio of inverted unicorns, with their horns between their legs instead of on their heads, subjecting to more hours of marathon matings, she finds herself at the hands of creatures she'd never seen before: humans! They can't understand each other; all she knows is that they own these horny horses and that they've kidnapped her along with their mounts.
Perhaps they're just going to teach her how to speak English?
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When Sairai regained her senses, she was hopelessly bound, and the tallest human held the rope at her waist. She became alarmed. <"What are you doing?"> she cried in elvish, to no avail. She tried to wipe off some of the sticky white fluid off of her face and chest, but mostly managed to move it around to little effect. The humans laughed at her, and she blushed. The other two humans took the ropes to the three horses, and all began walking toward the stream. She had to follow, but stumbled slightly, hobbled. She was extremely nervous about what they were planning to do. When they reached the lake, the black stallion was already ready for more, but the humans kept him in line, and away from her. This reassured her slightly. They led her to the river and let her wade in it. She did so gladly, washing away the mess for the second time that day. She was so sore.
The humans had set up a small camp there, and talking amongst themselves, started a fire. They had fish, and once it was cooked, they offered her some. She needed the sustenance after such a strenuous day, and ate heartily, enjoying it. She still had no idea what they intended for her, but she had learned her lesson well that cooperating was the best course of action. She tried speaking to them again, but there was no hope for a common language. The men relaxed, full, discussing what to do, she thought.
The tallest one chuckled, pointing at her occasionally. She looked at him with pleading eyes, praying he would untie her and let her go. On the contrary, after a bit of discussion he approached where she lay. He grabbed the rope at her neck and pulled her painfully to the side until she was on her back, her equine legs suspended pitifully in the air. She tried to roll to her front, but the man utilized several ropes and hobbled her legs, and tied her hands together. He used some additional ropes to bind her forelegs, and finally she lay there helplessly on her back. He looked down at his handiwork, and laughed derisively at her to his friends. Then he lowered the clothing that covered his legs. His unimpressive penis was erect and throbbing, and he was unabashed to reveal himself in front of his companions. He was looking at her, and only her.
She closed her eyes to hold back her tears, unable to believe what had been happening to her over the past forty-eight hours. She opened them again as she felt the man straddle the human-half of her stomach, resting his mere seven-inch erection gently between her breasts. Her eyes widened in surprise as he grabbed her breasts roughly in his hands, pressing them against his penis. He began to thrust between her breasts, smirking at her as she lay helplessly beneath him. One of his companions watched his exploits, the other seeming less enthusiastic about the affair. The interested one soon stood, approaching her as the tall man violated her breasts. The new human removed his leggings and knelt over her head, his erection slightly smaller. She had to cross her eyes slightly to focus on his penis as he lowered it in front of her. The man held a small knife, and said something which she couldn’t understand, but the threatening manner in which he held the sharp blade got the message across. She knew what he wanted, and she knew she would have to give it to him. She leaned up, gently licking him along the bottom of his shaft, and he closed his eyes and sighed in bliss.
Although the way the taller man was rubbing her breasts felt good, the action was very one-sided. The two men used her breasts and tongue to pleasure themselves, with little regard to the young girl. She could hear them beginning to moan as she ran her tongue along the second man. He kept a hand under her chin to direct her licks. She didn't notice the third man, trying to ignore the abuse going on, until she felt him between her hind legs. He ran his hand gently down the inside of her legs, and it felt…better. Much better. While the other men took what they could for themselves, the third man began fondling her genitals. Glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, he hadn't even taken off any of his clothes.
Though she kept licking, it was the back of her mind as she concentrated on the third man's actions. His massaging hands reached her two teats, rubbing them gently before leaning in to kiss them. She spread her hind legs as far as possible to give him as much room as he wanted. Rubbing her teats with one hand, the other slowly descended down to her sore opening, somewhat clean after her recent bath. He ran his fingers along her lips, his hands always gently kneading her soft skin. Then with both hands, he spread her open, exposing her sore pink insides, and her deep, wet cavity. Despite the bath, inside she was still filled with the horses' seed. She moaned when he pushed four fingers from his left hand into her, his right hand rubbing her mound. She felt him lean in and wrap his lips around one of her teats. He made a fist within her, and she could accommodate him easily after all her practice with the black stallion.
She sweated and moaned in tandem with the men near her head, amazed at the feeling of a slow, deliberate penetration. The man rubbed her teats with his free hand, pushing his arm deeper within her, until he was up to his elbow. He pushed deeper at regular intervals, causing her waves of pleasure. Her body instinctually tried to push back against him, but on her back, her thrusts made little difference. In moments, the man's arm was fully within her, and even he seemed surprised. He began to slide his arm in and out of her at an increasing pace, and she felt warmer and warmer, as if she were being fucked by one of the three horses. She paid hardly any attention to the other two men, except to continue her mindless licks. She could taste small amounts of the second man's seed - it tasted pretty much the same as the elk and horses.
She was gasping at his deliberate thrusts, more quickly near her orgasm than she had ever been before. She knew at this rate that she would beat the other two men, and tried to concentrate on slowing down. But the third man did not let up, fondling her teats even as the first man handled her breasts. Even their ignorant actions were starting to make her feel hot. When she was moaning fast enough, the third man pulled his arm out of her, now wet with her juices. He fumbled quickly at the fastener to his pants, undoing them and revealing his throbbing organ. Whatever his intent at the outset, he was now extremely horny. Placing his hands on her hind legs for support while panting with excitement, he pushed himself into her. Although his penis could not compete in size or length with his arm or the three horses, the feel of him penetrating her lips made the nerves under her tail quiver with anticipation. His erection rubbed firmly against her clitoris, and he pumped into her with dedicated thrusts, hitting it each time.
Moments from her own climax, she was interrupted by the first man, squeezing her breasts roughly, his nails digging slightly into her nipples. She gasped in discomfort, and he spurted his seed all over her face and towards her dutifully working mouth, with a loud cry of ecstasy. While he kept rubbing himself against her breasts, handling her with no care or concern, her licks caused the second man to come. He leaned forward, holding her mouth open and pushing the tip of his penis into it as he climaxed, filling her with a rather small amount of seed. They could not compare to the horses, and for this she was glad - perhaps she would not need another bath! While the two men grunted, spraying her, she and the third man climaxed together, moaning joyfully in tandem. He squeezed her teats passionately, and that combined with the rough manipulation of her breasts, combined with his expert thrusts into her and against her clitoris, she whinnied and began to shudder, releasing her own internal fluids. The man pumping desperately inside of her could handle it no longer, and joined her, spilling his seed inside of her, to join the horses' and elks'. He cried out as waves of pleasure overwhelmed them both.
It was seconds before the sticky excitement died down, the two men in front spent, her face, neck, and mouth covered in their fluids. The third man, with a great sigh of regret, pulled himself out of her, to lie resting against her rump, his hand rubbing her teats gently as her paroxysms died off. She heard them talking, but she was sleepy, and lay there, relaxed. She must have drifted off, perhaps for a half hour, but when she woke, she heard arguing between the two men and the third. She knew it was about her, but she could not understand it.
The third man must have lost the argument judging by his expression, but he seemed at least slightly placated. The tallest man took her rope and untied what he needed to, and forced her to her feet. Then the second man pushed her hind legs apart until she was crouched slightly, placing a wooden bar between her ankles, and securing them with rope. She had no idea what they were doing until she noticed the three horses standing aside, restrained by the third man. Each sported a full erection, and watched her with eager eyes. The horses were apparently not finished with her.
The second man tied a rope around the base of her tail, and tied that to her hands, cuffed behind her back, tightening it until the rope pulled her tail off to the side and out of the way, making her hands useless as well. The taller man took her left foreleg, bending it up against her body, and tied a rope from it to her hind leg, forcing it up there. Tied as she was, she could barely move, and it was a struggle to keep her hind legs locked. Her rump facing the stallions, she could hear their grunts of excitement. She thought to herself, "At least it will feel good," preparing to be gang-raped by the eager, massive beasts.
Unsurprisingly, the black stallion asserted his dominance over the other two stallions, moving up behind her, nipping at her flanks. She watched the horse lift himself up, resting his tremendous weight on her backside. The tallest human stood at her hind-legs, and when the stallion had moved forward further, positioning himself to penetrate her, the human grabbed the tip of his erection, guiding it to her dry, sore genitals. Assured of his aim from the help the human was offering, the black stallion kicked off from the ground, pushing him completely into her in one rough thrust, screaming triumphantly. She stumbled slightly at his weight, but held her ground. She was nowhere near ready for this intrusion, and the friction as his gigantic penis violated her was blindingly painful. He had entered her up to the hilt, and she could feel his large balls between her legs. She screamed, startled, and in pain.
No longer needing guidance, the black stallion began to rock into Sairai, pumping her painfully, ignoring her cries of protest. With his teeth, he gripped the ropes tying her hands and pulled back on them with each thrust, wrenching her arms painfully. Even though he was raping her viciously, she already began to feel warmer - turned on by his onslaught. She knew it would feel good if she cooperated. This time however, the stallion finished with her just as she was getting wet. He exploded within her with typical results, surging her tunnels with his seed while whinnying loudly. He coated her insides, which dramatically improved the feel of his organ sliding within her, but uninterested in her pleasure, and well sated, the black stallion dismounted, panting and content.
The humans had watched the proceedings with mixed interest. When the black one had finished with her, the tallest man stood again, guiding the reddish horse to her immobilized rump. Now she was ready for him, and she lowered her hind legs slightly to ease his mounting. She watched his large genitals with lust as the creature slid up her back, the tallest human again guiding the tip of the horse's cock. She could feel it pressing against her warm, wet mound, and with a snort the red stallion slid gently into her, and began humping her. There was nothing she could do, bound as she was, but the black stallion had instilled in her a desire that would have kept her there regardless. She turned back to watch as the red horse penetrated her. She could see the majority of his staff as it slid in and out of her, causing his balls to slap unceremoniously against her teats. She pressed back against him as best she could, trying to thrust in time with him. Eventually, she and the red horse climaxed in tandem, adding to the sticky mess that trickled down onto the wooden beam between her hind legs. The third man, who had made her feel so good, left the camp with a bag that she noted had contained firewood. He seemed to be in a bad mood.
They moaned and panted together, until finally the red horse dismounted, and was led away to graze. The brown horse was ready and eager, and she was now excited to meet him, her rump waving nicely in the air in front of him. The tallest man guided the brown horse into her sopping opening. He got some of the red horse's seed on his hand, and he simply wiped it on her rump without a second thought. She hardly noticed, concentrating on the stallion fucking her vigorously. When he had finished with her, she was gasping for breath, having managed yet another orgasm. She could barely contain her concentration through the rapidly changing variety of emotions and feelings washing over her.
The third man was still collecting firewood, and the black stallion was randy again, sniffing under her tail at the exciting variety of fluids coating her rump. She sighed, wondering if she could ever satisfy this stallion. If allowed to, would he keep fucking her until they both died of exhaustion? He mounted her again, and the man guided him again. But something was different, and she didn't realize what was happening until the black horse thrust. She shrieked in pain, tears starting to spill down her face when the big beast pressed down on her. She turned, blinking away the tears to see that the man had guided the beast's three or four inch wide tip to the center of her tailhole. When the creature thrust, he pushed himself more than a foot into her rectum, painfully spreading her apart. Her tail hole had always been almost half as wide as her vaginal passage, but was now being forcibly stretched to match her marehood. With a few more thrusts from the uncaring horse, he had violated her just as deeply, his balls pounding into her mound. The pain as he raped her was unimaginable, and it was all she could do to maintain consciousness. To add to it, the black stallion, still fixated on forcible mating bites, grabbed her hair in his teeth, pulling on her head and neck with each thrust. What was only a minute or two seemed an eternity, until finally the stallion pushed himself as deeply as possible into her tailhole, and snorted wildly as he began shooting his seed into her. Her rectum was much tighter than even her vaginal passage had been, so the semen sprayed out of her with even more vigor than usual, squirting back against their legs, splashing against his full clenching balls, running down along her mound, and then down her legs, dripping into the pool at her feet. He pulled out of her, quite pleased with himself.
Sairai’s body wracked with sobs, trying to wipe the tears from her face as her tail hole contracted, causing more of his seed to run out of her. She watched in horror as the tall human brought the red horse over, fearing that he would redirect the horse's cock yet again. Bound to please, she was trapped as the red stallion covered her, and her fears were realized when the man slid the massive organ under her tail. With a grunt, the red horse pushed himself into her, and again she was racked by pain. It was dulled however, as the red stallion was at least smaller than the black, and her abused tail hole was now well lubricated. The red horse, naturally more gentle than the black, thrust firmly but carefully into her rectum, spreading her apart. The pain was palpable, but not much worse than when the elk had taken her for the first time. The way his testicles gently rubbed against her genitals in contrast to the black one’s punishing pummels…actually felt good, and she began to feel warmer, sighing in warring pain and pleasure. The desire won out however, and soon she was wet and horny when the stallion finished with her, depositing more semen into her tighter opening.
She was lucky that the third man returned with firewood right as the taller man was about to guide the brown horse's cock to her tail. When he saw the third man returning, he lowered the stiff organ back toward her vagina, a feeling this time she was aching for. She was in desperate need of release, and though her rectum was beginning to accommodate the big horses, it was still painful and unstimulating. Compared to that, a wet, comfortable fucking was a treat, and she had no trouble sharing her climax with her brown temporary mate. The third man stayed around, watching as the stallions, now guided to her correct hole under his supervision, each took their turns inside of her, filling her with load after load of semen. The three men allowed the three stallions to take her as many times as they wished, and the brutal black, tender red, and pistoning brown had tremendous appetites. Despite having taken her three times each before, they fucked her another five times each, with the black stallion taking her twice more in quick succession after the other two had tired out. When the black stallion dismounted her, finally sated, the sun had almost descended past the distant mountains, causing a nice red sunset to be cast over the valley.
The men discussed what to do with her while she stood, still tied up and helpless. Eventually, the third man riled them up into another shouting match— one that this time, he’d apparently won, as he finally approached her and gently untied her bonds, glaring at the other two men who seemed to have had other things in mind. She watched as he meekly finished tossing away the ropes and spreader bar, unsure what they planned. She didn't even realize that if she wanted to, she could flee from them now that she was untied. She waited obediently for a clear signal that the men and horses were done with her. With everything cleaned up, the third man silently rubbed her flank, looking into her eyes with remorse. The three men saddled the stallions, and mounted them, and they were halfway out of sight before she knew they were letting her go. She stared after them, unsure what to say or think, standing near the river, covered in semen. The three horses, and one man, had penetrated her twenty-seven times since they had met a few hours ago.
Chapter 5: Part Five
Summary:
Exhausted from being passed back and forth between beast and horse, Sairai wakes up alone and starts the long trek back home. Tor has been looking for her overnight, only to discover it is far too late...
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Sairai regained her senses, and sighed. She took another bath in the river to clean her coated underbelly, and then set off for home, her rump sore all over, and her legs wobbling. She could barely stand. She was only halfway home when a misstep caused her to tumble to the ground, sprawled on her sore legs. When she tried to stand, the exertion was too much. She would have to rest until she could stomach the effort to stand again. But as she rested for five minutes, so exhausted she felt as though she would need all night, she was interrupted. She noticed the cave lion, Tor, approaching on a rocky outcropping ahead of her. She glared at him. "You are supposed to -protect- me! Where were you!?" He cocked his head in confusion, unable to apologize or to explain his absence. She sighed. He had been no help, but she could hardly blame him. The grounds were a large area to patrol, and she was beyond the boundary anyway. Of course, he couldn't help her now, either. She lay there, flicking her tail in frustration.
Tor bounded off of the rock to land near her. She smiled weakly as he approached her, rubbing his head against her body. She patted his head, scratching his large face. He was the same height as her, but a few hundred pounds heavier, mostly in the shoulders. He was purring. At least he can keep me company, she thought. He paced by her, rubbing his body against hers as she ran her hands along his soft back. When she reached his tail, he lifted his hind legs in a feline fashion, arching his back in pleasure. Once done, he walked a pace or two away, and curled up, starting to clean himself with his tongue. She watched, having nothing else to do. She had always found his baths entertaining.
After watching him lick himself clean for five minutes, Sairai was surprised when the big cat shifted from licking his own back, to licking her belly fur. His rough tongue ran across her ribs, almost tickling her. She shivered as he continued to bathe her. It felt nice, and it had never happened before, so she lay still, wondering when he would stop. It wasn't as if she could do much else anyway, still not comfortable standing, much less walking. He shifted his position on the ground to lick her, moving slowly along her back. She watched as his rough tongue covered every inch of her body, from her ribs to her right hind leg. His eyes were closed, focused on his deep licks.
He stood, holding lower to the ground than his full height. He began licking her flank near her tail. She was still pretty sore, so she reprimanded him with a sharp, "No." When he didn't stop, she tried again, louder. Then he walked behind her, pushing his head up under her tail, sniffing. She was startled and commanded him again to stop, in shock. She gasped when she felt his rough tongue run quickly across the surface of her sore genitals with a dull, powerful ache - the ache of 45 penetrations in the last 34 hours or so. "Tor!" she exclaimed, anxious for him to stop. But he refused, lapping at her entrance persistently. Perhaps he tasted something intriguing.
As much as she ached, his licks were somehow soothing. Unable to rise, and unable to command him to stop, she gave in, lifting her tail to the side. He began licking harder, and she hoped that by cooperating, he would tire of it sooner. He pushed his tongue with more force, and she could feel it pulling her lips apart. The sandpaper-like texture was an overwhelming sensation as it glided into her. He began probing inside of her, apparently liking the traces of the stallions' semen still coating her vaginal passageway. She closed her eyes, hoping the big cat would go back to cleaning himself and leave her alone.
Tor had no intention of leaving her alone, though he did stop licking her. She sighed with relief when he pulled his large tongue out of her. It took her a few moments to register what was happening as the cat began scaling her back. She could feel his belly fur rubbing against her back, and she turned around in surprise. She saw the cat stepping over her, and she saw the red tip of his penis extending out of his sheath. He was erect and he was mounting her! She had never considered something like this - Tor had done his duty around the farm for years, and there had never been any female cave lions around. Perhaps that sort of frustration was working against her now.
Realizing his intent, Sairai yelled, "No! Tor, no!" desperately at the lion, but he continued mounting her, his hind legs almost ready to press against hers, violating her again. Her childhood friend and companion - about to rape her! She couldn't take that, and struggled to rise. Not only was she not ready to stand in her condition, but her struggle was met by a rather ominous growl from Tor. He was not going to let her leave. When she stood still, his growls turned back to purrs, and she could feel his hind legs brushing up against hers. His forelegs gripped her around the belly, and he bit her between the shoulders for a better grip. His teeth nipped painfully, but did not draw blood.
Sairai quickly lowered her tail to prevent him from violating her, and when he thrust, he met with failure. But he would not be denied - growling, he bit down harder on her back, and she could feel his claws unsheathed, digging into her sides. She hastily slid her tail aside out of instinct, and before she could even process that, he had penetrated. His hips tensed as he pushed himself inside of her. She felt a slight, wet firmness inside of her, but the big cat had a much smaller erection than even the elk. His penis was only a bit larger than the humans' had been, about eight inches long. At the base, he was two inches wide in diameter, but he tapered along his shaft gradually into a point. She cried out, overwhelmed by what was happening. She could hardly believe that she was being raped again, and this time by their family pet.
Screaming for help when there was no help to be found, Sairai lay helplessly as Tor pushed his hips as deeply within her as he could. After hours being raped by draught horses, the big cat's lesser endowed organ slid easily into her, all the way to the hilt. She could feel his balls planted gently against her underbelly. He had paused at maximum penetration, not thrusting vigorously like the elk or horses. Just beginning to wonder what was happening, she suddenly felt his whole body tense around her, his teeth and claws raking her slightly, and then she felt an extremely sharp pain that blotted out all other feelings. Tor pulled out of her with surprising force, and this somehow caused her insides to convulse in pain, feeling as though his sharp claws were within her.
Horrified, she looked back at the big cat, who had backed up a foot, his glistening red penis still erect. He was watching her warily and she saw for herself exactly what had happened. On closer inspection, she realized that erection was lined with sharp bristles, facing backwards such that they only came into play when pulled back. She couldn't comprehend why this would be, but that was small consolation. The bristles had caused an intense, but brief pain unlike anything she had yet experienced, but the cat appeared unapologetic. He stood back slightly, watching her warily, as if she might attack him. She could see small amounts of white fluid dripping from his tip, the single thrust apparently having been sufficient stimulation for Tor.
Tor felt satisfied that she would not attack, and began to remount her. Sairai again tried to protest, giving the pet strict commands to stop, but he again ignored them. She watched as the cat grabbed her haunches again, the red tip moving quickly forward. She could do nothing as the cat thrust his prickly organ into her, parting her folds while the big cat gripped her back with his teeth. He methodically pushed his eight-inch penis into her, all the way to its hilt. Sairai held her breath, knowing what would soon happen.
She felt his hot semen spray against her vaginal walls, followed immediately by another gut-wrenching searing pain as the big cat pulled roughly out of her, his bristles raking her internal passages. She could not help but scream again at the pain, after which she saw that Tor had backed off again, watching her warily. She began to plead with him to stop, to leave, to let her go, with all the commands that she knew he knew, but he ignored them, waiting. Satisfied that she would not attack, he approached again. Sairai held her eyes tightly shut, realizing she would have to let the beast have his way with her. She hoped it would be over soon. She held her tail aside.
He took her again, quickly finding her ragged entrance and pushing himself deeply inside of her. She could hear him purring, and then felt his body tense, shooting his seed into her for a third time. Then she screamed. Tor had pulled out of her again, but this time he backed off only a few feet, not expecting retaliation. Perhaps he had tired of her? But no, after a shorter time of observing her, he began to climb onto her back once more. He had already taken her three times in the span of two minutes.
Panting from exhaustion and frustration, Sairai could do nothing but lay there, her legs still too weak to stand, if the big cat would even allow that. Tor slid himself into her again, his pointed, barbed erection pulling her folds apart gently. From his purring she could tell he was quite pleased about raping her. She relaxed, readying herself for his sudden departure, and that seemed to help. She screamed as he pulled out, the barbs raking her insides, but she was getting used to it. If she relaxed, it hurt a good deal less.
Tor backed off only slightly, his head and forearms hovering over her presented rump. She looked back at him, too weary, her voice too ragged to make any protest. He seemed to have realized that she would no longer protest anything he wanted to do to her. He waited only a fraction of the time he had been before moving forward again, his red, glistening organ still erect after 4 copulations. Sairai was pleased that he was not waiting as long - perhaps this would be over sooner. Surely he could not continue for much longer.
He fucked her again, and she knew to relax. His seed shot into her again, and again he pulled out, running his penis's barbs against her sore walls. The cat barely dismounted at all, still gripping her flanks with his forelegs. Sairai was panting, but Tor was just beginning. It was mere moments before he penetrated her again. She was shocked at how vigorous he was, screaming he pulled his hips back, exiting her for the sixth time. This time he did not even release his teeth's rough grasp on her back, merely shifting his hips back. He knew she would not resist. She held her tail plaintively aside, starting to worry about the cat's stamina.
He violated her again. His fur was soft against her, but his teeth, claws, and barbs were a constant pain. She began to anticipate his slow entrances eagerly, when he slid easily inside of her. He released within her again, his fluids and hers slowly coating her insides, making his departure that much easier. He waited mere seconds before thrusting again, grunting. His claws and teeth became a dull ache, but she could not help but cry out in pain whenever he pulled out of her. He barely paused before pushing himself into her again.
She moaned, realizing that her body was heating up - that his entrances, at least, were turning her on. She relaxed, helpless to resist, cooperating to make things go easier on her, as she did with the elk and the stallions, and the humans. And as with them, the big cat's rough attentions were beginning to excite her. She grabbed her breasts, seeking that blissful orgasm to take her away from this place, if only for a short time.
She screamed as he copulated with her for the ninth time. Tears in her tightly closed eyes, she began to rub her breasts, trying to ignore the sharp pain. Tor took no time in violating her again, burying his shaft all the way into her. She strained against him, panting and moaning, trying desperately to reach her climax before his next painful counter-thrust. Blinding pain entered her mind again, and she lost ground. Then she felt him enter her again, his slow but strong thrust spreading her gently apart. She moaned, rubbing herself furiously, trying to somehow imagine the big cat as her centaur lover. She was getting close, when he grunted again, spilling into her and pulling out of her. She was struggling against the tide, trying to reach her bliss before the next wake.
She didn't have time, each painful mating setting her back. She pictured him instead as himself, her beloved pet, her protector, making love to her. She caressed herself and moaned his name, trying to want him, trying to enjoy this. But again, the pain interrupted her. She decided she had to learn to enjoy it, to enjoy him all - the pain and the pleasure. As he violated her another time, she made no illusions about what was going on - he had her in his control. She was helpless, and he was fucking her relentlessly. She relaxed herself for the pain she knew was about to come as he finished his thrust, now deep within her. She called out to him, asking for the pain, wanting it. The pain clouded her mind, but she struggled through it, rubbing her own breasts as she strained against him. She felt warm and close, despite the pain, and she welcomed his soft, wet, reentry. "Oh Tor, please...more!" she panted. After he was buried within her again, she cried out at the sharp pain, moaning. She called his name again, needing him, craving his erection. He did not slow, pushing himself into her again, purring.
She squeezed herself against his penis as he forced his way inside her for the fifteenth time. Warm and wet and sweating, she met his thrust with the powerful orgasm she finally achieved, moaning loudly, her entire body shuddering. Her fluids released around him, easing his entrance into her passage. He seemed oblivious to her cries, and once he was embedded as deeply within her as he could manage, he ejaculated within her as he had so many times before, in such a short time. He pulled out of her harshly, but she was ready for it - relaxed, wet, and distracted by her climax. Even as she continued to shudder, the greedy beast took her again, his stamina unflappable.
Unable to resist his demands, Sairai lay helpless and cooperatively, letting the big cat have his way with her. She was astonished at how long he could go - each copulation was quick and brief, but she had lost count at roughly thirty. She imagined he had fucked her over a hundred times by the time he finished with her, pulling himself off of her tired, sweating body to move back a few paces and begin to wash himself with his tongue. His many violations had brought about in her far fewer orgasms, but by that time she had convinced herself that she was enjoying it.
Still, she was only relieved when he finally backed off of her, his fluids flowing gently down her hind legs to pool on the ground behind her. It had been an impossibly rough day, and night had fallen hours ago while Tor was raping her. If anything, she was more tired now, and she made no effort to get up, quickly passing out.
Chapter 6: Part Six
Summary:
After being marathon raped by the one creature who was supposed to PROTECT her from the possibility of being marathon raped, Sairai finally reaches home for the first time in 24 hours. Trying to get back to business as usual, the elk at the ranch are pissed that they haven't been milked for a full day! Unfortunately, that includes the bucks, too. But after three(well, two I guess) brutal horses, three (again, two) unkind humans and a traitorous barbed lion dick, this is a WELCOME comfort—one that Sairai for once is happy to engulf herself in.
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Sairai awoke to a rough feeling under her tail, and she felt as sore as she had ever felt. She quickly came to, glancing behind herself, horrified that somehow she was being raped again, even in her sleep - her dreams had been more than enough of that. She saw that it was Tor, licking under her tail across her sore opening. She checked and thankfully he was not erect, so she let him - even though his tongue was rough, it was somehow soothing against her well-used pussy. When he finished cleaning her, he bounded off. The sun was fairly high in the sky. She would need to hurry and milk the elk, or they would be very cross with her.
Her legs wobbling, Sairai stood. She was more stable than she would have expected, her long rest having eased her sore joints. Checking herself over, she decided she would not need to have another bath, so she began to trot home. If Tor would try to take her again, at least now she could resist him. She stretched her legs. When she arrived at her home, she was right; the elk were sorely cross at being left unattended for a full day - but it seemed the two bucks were most desirous of some ‘milking’. When Randy saw her, he immediately ran to the edge of the enclosure, pawing at the fence, his erection growing. He bleated at her. She dared not to look at Actaeon.
She quickly went about her business, milking the does. She was a bit harder on Mabel than she perhaps ought to have been, a little resentful about the events of the last two days. But it wasn't Mabel's fault. When she had finished, Sairai grabbed what pails she could and headed to the house, making sure to ignore the buck's pen. She didn't know what would happen if she looked at Actaeon again. She reached the house safely, inside of which Tor was waiting eagerly for his breakfast. She gave him some milk and some meat, patting him on the head gently. Then she went back outside to get the remaining pails, closing her mind from the bleating bucks, who were eager for her attention.
She grabbed the pails and left the does' enclosure, making sure to lock the gate securely. Then she heard a loud, muffled bang, and she turned her head in shock - there she saw Actaeon, staring her down no more than a few feet away. Although part of his body must have hit the gate, causing the noise, he somehow managed to clear the eight-foot pen with a massive leap! She dropped the pails, spilling the milk on the ground, and initially thought to run, but could do nothing as the buck locked eyes with her. The thought of the alpha buck in so much need for her that he managed to clear a fence that high for the first time, sent a surprising warmth down Sairai’s spine. The elk displayed his massive rack, and she could also see his red erection.
Actaeon snorted, and ponderously walked forward. Without giving her body permission, Sairai did the same, breathing heavily. She could hear Randy, still in the pen, butting his head in frustration against the fence, but she only had eyes for Actaeon, who walked right up to her, within 5 feet. When they met in the center, the large, horny elk continued walking around her, while she stopped to gauge his movements. She shivered, fighting herself. Sairai was starting to long for the pleasure that the two bucks would rain upon her, especially compared to the brutality of those horn-less unicorns and the disappointing size of Tor, but she had work to do, and she wasn’t going helplessly let herself be someone’s plaything to be used and discarded. She turned, finding Actaeon behind her rump. Expecting him to mount her again, she prepared her firmest voice on him in a condemning shout. But before she could get a word out —
Sairai gasped, quivering as she felt warm air against her teats, and she realized he was sniffing her, perhaps smelling the musk of the cave lion that still must be overwhelming her underbelly. A whimper broke the silence of the yard as she felt slow, firm licks… not between her sore labial folds, but at the full, sensitive teats down below. It felt good… though she tried to ignore it. But Actaeon persisted, showing some small form of affection for the first time, tasting her teats and licking them gently. Sairai groaned, her equine legs trembling, as she slowly crouched down, before eventually rolling onto her back, letting the buck mouth and nibble at the erogenous zones she could only dream to reach. He followed her down, never breaking contact.
The warmth was making her responsibilities fade into the background once again. She instinctively held her tail aside, but was still surprised when she suddenly felt his wet tongue running across her sore slit, encompassing her clitoris. She gasped in shock, opening her eyes, which she immediately regretted. The buck was quick to reestablish his gaze with the filly, and she found herself once again unable to look away. She watched him standing over her, eager to take her as his mate in an ordeal she knew would last hours, but she could do nothing to resist. She was about to rise and offer herself to him when the massive elk stepped over her, finding her cooperation to be unnecessary. He stared down at her as he stepped over her belly, her eyes locked with his. She felt he was commanding her to lie still, and she did so without hesitation, watching him and breathing rhythmically. Actaeon began to lower his haunches while Sairai watched in surprise as his long erection began to descend, rapidly approaching her opening.
Actaeon handled the unconventional position handily, bending his strong legs until his penis was resting directly against her vaginal lips. She lay still, still looking into his eyes. Then, with a grunt, he pushed himself into her, closing his eyes and bleating. Though released from his gaze, Sairai was overcome by the sensation. She was reminded of the human who had penetrated her similarly, though the elk was quite better endowed. His long organ slid deeply into her, and she moaned, feeling him rubbing against her clitoris, feeling his scrotum slapping against her tail hole, quickly turning her on. She knew she needed to break this cycle, but at the moment it was all she wanted.
Actaeon's legs tensed, pumping and thrusting into the young centaur filly. His strong legs were up to the task, and his paced increased, sliding his long member against her wet passageway. She pumped her hind legs, trying to thrust against her assailant, her mate. She found her hands on her breasts again, fondling herself and moaning as the buck fucked her. She strained against his rapid thrusts, and though she felt helpless, and victimized, and hopeless, she felt extremely horny. After her sore, well-used pussy had been broken in by massive horses and painful barbs, now the elk's long, smooth penis no longer stung. He humped her eagerly, penetrating her deeply, but it only felt so, sooo good. For the first time, Sairai climaxed before one of her unwanted suitors did.
Shuddering and releasing her fluids around the large buck, she was overcome by waves of pleasure. She moaned and whinnied, and Actaeon responded with a heavy grunt and a thrust, allowing the entire weight of his haunches to rest against her, pushing him as deeply into her as is possible. He gushed within her, filling her with his seed. She took it all, quivering beneath him. She continued to orgasm, even after he had finished his furious releasing; even after he had pulled himself off of her, she lay there moaning. When she was finally done, she was not content to allow herself to bask in the afterglow. She turned on her side and stood, her muscles sore but strong. Actaeon was passively cleaning his flaccid penis, but he turned to look at her. She grinned, and turned away from him, lifting her tail and presenting herself to him.
Actaeon was not one to leave such a tempting offer unclaimed, and he approached her, sniffing under her tail. She watched over her shoulder as his erection grew once again, and she braced herself as he mounted her. She was already fondling herself and whimpering as the massive elk violated her again, pulling her forcefully back onto his cock. He bleated in domination, knowing he had won this battle of wills handily.
Randy could only watch helplessly as his father took the centaur slut again, his massive weight resting on Sairai's sore legs. She felt his strong muscles tense with each thrust, feeling his soft forelegs tucked tightly around her waist for purchase. She was filled with lust as the elk furiously mated her, his organ sliding in and out of her with well-lubricated alacrity. She pushed back against him in time, whinnying and wailing, her nether region glowing.
After another minute, the large buck's pace continued to increase, his eager bleats of triumph as he fucked his submissive mate growing louder. Suddenly he shifted his weight forward with a powerful thrust, pushing her upper body to the ground, where her forelegs lay folded in the mud. He grunted loudly as she felt his warm fluids spreading throughout her body. But it was the force of his thrust that was all she needed to reach her own climax again. She relished the feeling of being dominated, forced to the ground and violated repeatedly. She cried out as waves of pleasure racked her young body, Actaeon's second deposit too much for her to handle. She could feel his fluids running out of her along his still pumping penis, large globs landing in audible plops on the ground beneath her, while each thrust caused more semen to flow out of her, down her legs.
He pulled himself roughly off of her, leaving her in the mud. He walked away from her a few paces, then bent around to clean his softened cock, licking up some of the fluids that covered it. Sairai stood, stretching her sore body. She thought to herself, That felt amazing. I'd better get him back in the pen, though. She shook her hindquarters to remove what she could of the semen coating her underbelly, then went to the gate. She looked back at Actaeon, who seemed more interested in cleaning himself than reentering the enclosure. She commanded sharply, "Come," to the buck, but was rebuffed.
She couldn't let the buck roam free. If he didn't want to reenter the pen, maybe he would want to reenter her. She smiled giddily at the flimsy excuse and called his name, holding onto the gate, spreading her legs and presenting her soiled rump for Actaeon's viewing pleasure. When he approached, she would get him behind the fence somehow, whether or not it involved giving herself to him again. She did wiggle her rump at him as he looked up. But in the end, her plan was futile; although the buck got an eyeful of her glistening entrance, he didn't seem to be in the mood.
Sighing, Sairai decided she'd better get him in the mood if she was going to get him to come. Normally she'd go get Tor from the house to help herd the elk, but she was more than a little afraid that the big cat would rape her again, for hours, the way her hindquarters smelled. She would definitely want a bath before seeing Tor again. She sauntered over to Actaeon, who ignored her, mostly. She knelt beside him, watching as he licked himself clean. She reached forward to take his shrinking organ in her hands, and this got his attention. He stopped licking, watching her carefully as she began to lick his penis along the shaft, tasting his fluids and hers as she cleaned him.
He watched as she ran her tongue along him, gulping down his seed to reveal the glistening red hue of his now hardening erection. She groped him, rubbing the base, and gently gripping his balls. She knew he'd want to take her again soon, but she needed to make sure he was beyond the gate before that. She cleaned him for as long as she dared, and when she tasted precum at his tip, she knew he would follow her. She stood, and trotted quickly to the gate. She could hear Actaeon close behind, as she unlocked the hatch and opened the gate. While the horny buck mounted and grappled her from behind, he was very heavy, but she struggled forward anyway, wanting to make sure they were at least in the pen before he started fucking her. Thankfully, she was able to hobble a few feet inside, taking him with her. She was unable to latch the gate shut, but at least after he was done, she could rush outside and close it. She only prayed he was sated enough not to leap the fence again.
Actaeon wasted no time once Sairai had stopped resisting him, and with a powerful thrust he impaled her again, pulling her back while humping her mercilessly and desperately. She was still awfully soaked, and he was already aroused by her fellatio, so she welcomed his attentions, quickly devolving into excited panting. She was surprised she was not already exhausted - perhaps the last two days had been excellent exercise. Then she noticed Randy. He was erect and desperate, but not desperate enough to try to take his father's claim of her. She noticed him edging toward the gate, and she thought he might try to jump the doe's fence to get at them. That was a disaster she wanted to avoid, especially while she was out of commission. She'd need Tor to help clean up that mess, and she definitely wanted to avoid that. As Randy tried to edge past her and his father, she thought quickly, wanting to prevent his escape. She knelt on her forelegs, her rump still in the air to satisfy the father, while she called out to the son. “Randy! Here, boy! That’s it…” She used a sweeter voice on him, knowing that he was more timid and likely to follow orders. As soon as he was in range, she reached out to grip his glowing erection.
Randy bleated, finally getting the attention he deserved. He humped into her hand eagerly, and she felt him glide and jerk with youthful pulses. He turned from the gate, instead walking in front of her, offering her his weeping cock. She would need to satisfy them both if she wanted to lock them back inside the fence without getting Tor. While Actaeon claimed her rump as his own, she took his son's cock in her arms, and ran her tongue along the excited buck's erection.
Sairai’s arousal went into overdrive, as she endured the eager thrusts that violated her well-used entrance, strong enough to lift her hindquarters off the ground occasionally. Meanwhile she stroked and rubbed Randy, cupping his balls and licking him. Whimpering, moaning, gasping and panting, she took his tip in her mouth, sucking on him. She could taste his precum as her body cried out for more. She caressed and squeezed and rolled Randy's soft balls in her hands even as she felt Actaeon's balls slapping between her legs with each thrust. Miniature orgasm after miniature orgasm rolled through the centauress, each one setting off small splashes of ejaculate across the patriarch’s heaving balls. The young buck thrust into her mouth, and she took him as best she could. She tasted more and more of him, and she knew he was close to release. She wanted every drop.
In moments it all happened. Randy thrust hard into her mouth, and she had to pull her head back to avoid choking as his seed poured into her mouth. At the same time, Actaeon thrust, pouring into her pussy for the third time that day. The two bucks bleated loudly in the air, triumphant, their voices joined. She took what she could of them from both ends, swallowing gulps of semen while taking large spurts of fluid between her legs. But she could handle neither of them, the sticky white fluid running out her mouth and down her chin, landing on her breasts, and also pouring out of her sore passageway, down her hind legs and onto the ground. She would definitely need another bath, she thought.
The feeling of so much semen entering her from every angle was enough to bring her again to a full, powerful orgasm. She swallowed eagerly, fondling her sticky breasts while shivering against the strong thrusts she was taking from behind. She could not pause to cry out, or risk drowning in Randy's excess fluids. She gushed, pushing back against her mate, struggling and straining to handle the violent sensations coursing through her body. When she could drink no more, she pulled her head back, but Randy kept ejaculating all over the front of her body. She whinnied.
When they were done, Actaeon dismounted and walked in front of Sairai, pushing Randy away with his antlers. Actaeon stood beside her, bringing his erect penis close to her, demanding to be cleaned. Hornily, she obliged, taking him carefully in her hands and running her tongue along him to swallow the excess semen. She was getting used to the taste. Actaeon, in return, bent to clean off Sairai, lapping up his son's seed from her breasts and torso. Then she felt Randy behind her, licking suddenly and rapidly under her tail, along her mound, and down her legs, eagerly swallowing his father's and her fluids where they coated her underbelly.
She felt relaxed under their administrations, and content. She basked in the feeling of their soft tongues covering the most sensitive parts of her body, the father licking her breasts roughly while the son lapped at her sore entrance, often encompassing her clitoris with his large tongue. When he was done cleaning the exterior of her hind end, he began pushing in between her wet folds, tasting his father's deposits within her. So soon after three orgasms, she was already feeling aroused again. The bucks were also rapidly erecting, and she knew it would be no trouble to convince them to take her again. On the contrary, it might be difficult to convince them not to.
But she would have to close the gate. Once she had finished cleaning Actaeon, she stood, reluctant to interrupt Randy's increasingly needy licks. She walked to the nearby gate, and could have easily walked through and closed it behind her. Instead, she closed the gate and remained inside the pen. She presented her rump eagerly to Randy, but he was less interested in licking her now. Instead, he leapt upon her back, which was fine by Sairai. In moments, the two were moaning and grunting and straining against each other, their loins glowing in ecstasy.
When Randy was done with her, Actaeon took her again, penetrating her with a loud bleat of domination. She happily let them take turns fucking her, figuring she had nothing much else to do today anyway, and the sun was high in the sky when they were finally done with her, dismissing her without word of thanks. She had let them violate her eleven times that morning, and her rump was again thoroughly coated. She left the pen, closed the gate carefully behind her, and then stiffly trotted out to the river for another bath.
Chapter 7: Part Seven
Summary:
Sairai has come to enjoy the relentless pounding of her mare pussy and starts offering herself willingly to her farm friends. After a long morning of another marathon mating fest, she heads off to the same stream where she was kidnapped to take another bath. She should be okay this time though, right?
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Sairai walked quietly, looking out for any intruders. She was starting to feel very vulnerable after the last few days, and she wanted to be able to run at the first sign of trouble - be it hornless unicorns or strange elves or lizardmen, or even a childhood pet. She had locked Tor in the house just to be safe, which worried her slightly, as he was supposed to be her protector. She had stopped to grab her bow and a quiver of arrows so that she could defend herself if the need came. Sairai didn't know what was happening around the farm, but the two unknown creatures that had ravished her near the river yesterday made her cautious.
However, she reached the river safely, and enjoyed a quiet, comfortable bath. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and so she set off for home, readying herself to ignore the elk in case they wanted her again. She would enter the house quickly, and see if Tor would be a similar problem. But that all changed when she heard screeches and bleating through the forest, coming from the farm. Sairai started to gallop, notching an arrow.
She was shocked to see two griffons, one flying overhead, another having landed in the pen with the two bucks, challenging them. Griffons were dangerous animals, but rarely ventured this far from the mountains. But here they were, and they wanted venison. When she saw the grounded griffon threatening to grapple the spooked and frightened Actaeon, his head down to defend himself, she became enraged, and fired immediately at the griffon. She wished Tor were out; she could have used his help, but she had no time.
Even though griffons were smaller in weight than the elk, lighter than her, even; they were still almost as tall as she was, and were endowed with sharp beaks and claws, surprising cunning, and quick reflexes. The elk could not compete, but a well-placed arrow could. Her arrow embedded itself in the griffon's shoulder, causing a shriek as the beast leapt into the air to investigate this new threat. The two griffons began circling above her, making menacing shrieks, even as she began notching another arrow.
Her second shot was easily avoided by the attentive griffons, and she knew she would have to lead them away from the farm. She could probably outrun them and lose them in a forest or cave. Sairai started to gallop away from the farm at top speed, making sure that the griffons were following. They did, to her relief, and she headed west, toward the mountains.
She was right that she could outrun them, and she kept them a respectable distance behind her, firing arrows occasionally to keep them on her trail. The half-eagle, half-lion creatures followed dutifully, screeching in anger. The wounded one seemed especially insulted. Sairai was far enough away from the farm that she thought they would not return, at least not immediately, so she began to look for a good place to lose them. She was beginning to tire earlier than she had expected, probably because of all the stress on her legs she had suffered the day before underneath her half-dozen unwanted suitors.
She could see a forest to her right. It was a better bet than the rocky cliff on her left, so she began to lean right toward the trees, ready to lose to the flyers in the dense canopy. She looked back to fire another arrow, which whizzed by one of the griffons. When Sairai turned forward again, she started with surprise - while her back was turned, she had run into a rocky clearing with a fair drop-off on her right, cutting off the forest she had been planning to retreat to. Not only that, but the clearing ended rapidly in a cliff; it was a dead end!
She skidded to a halt to avoid the lethal drop, but realized immediately that she was in trouble. She would need to reverse directions and run through the griffons to get to the forest, and there was no cover whatsoever from the air in this clearing. She turned, but she could see the griffons rapidly catching up to her. She notched another bow, hoping to avoid their dangerous swoops before running back the way she had come, but she wasn't optimistic. Fear coursed through her body as the griffons dived toward her.
But even as she drew her arm back to fire her next shot, Sairai saw something in the distance flying, perpendicular to the two griffons. She heard an echoing screech call out to the three of them, and saw the two griffons pull back, ending their dive to investigate this other creature. She squinted trying to make it out, but when she saw it, it did nothing to ease her fears. It was another griffon. Sairai backed up slightly, stopping just before the edge of the cliff behind her.
But when the third griffon joined them, they did not, as she had feared, turn on her. Instead, they landed on the ground in front of her, inadvertently blocking her escape from the rocky cliff-face. They were not paying her any attention, and she looked at them for the first time, scrutinizing. The two griffons who had chased her bore bright red feathers along their head, necks and forelimbs, giving way to tawny brown fur halfway down their torso, ending in the tuft of a lion's tail. The tips of their wings ended in attractive black feathers. The third griffon however, was startlingly different. Its feathers were a dull green, with white tips, and it was thinner and more slender than the other two. It was obvious she was a female of the species, and she was cawing at the two males, pacing in a circle.
Her hand still on the arrow, Sairai watched carefully as the bird-cats communicated in their own primitive way. Most people believed them as dumb as the creatures they resemble, but her father had always cautioned her that griffons were just as smart as they needed to be to surprise you if you underestimated them. Dumb or not, they did not view Sairai as a threat, ignoring her. The male she had hit ignored the arrow loosely embedded in his shoulder, paying more attention to the female in his midst. It soon became obvious why, as Sairai watched the young female rubbing herself against the two males, her tail lifted up provocatively.
It was clear she was in heat, and the males were more than interested. Sairai saw their glistening red penises poking out of their furry sheaths, hardening with their desire to service the needy griffon. The female lay on her back, rubbing herself and her wings against the ground, her legs spread and kicking the air while her tail swung through the air. Her efforts paid off, and both males were soon fully erect. She noticed that they were noticeably larger and longer than Tor had been, though they still had obvious pointed barbs along their length.
Sairai watched with interest, though she felt very vulnerable, trapped so near the three griffons. Firing her bow would only cause them to turn on her, but if she could not escape past them to the forest while they were busy, they might attack her afterward. And if they were anything like Tor, she would have to wait for hours before the griffons had finished up. As much as she wanted to try to escape, there did not seem to be a suitable option yet. She decided to watch and wait.
The wounded male was bolder, and it was he the female griffon chose first. She rubbed against him again, churring loudly, and then she walked forward a few paces, lying down on her stomach, her rump proudly displayed in the air, her tail held aside. Sairai watched eagerly, curious. The male approached the female, cooing softly, his tail swishing confidently behind him. The second male, his erection throbbing, could only stand back, watch, and await his turn. The female looked back over her shoulder with a fearful look of anticipation, and Sairai suspected that this was the griffon's first heat. Sairai was sympathetic.
The red-feathered male advanced rapidly, his fore-talons overtaking the female's hind end until he was covering her, his hind-legs just behind and between hers. She spread her wings, flapping them mechanically as she waited nervously. The male was no gentleman, though, and he wasted no time gripping the female on the shoulders between her wings, his beak digging into her. Then he began thrusting against her rump wildly, missing several times before hitting his mark, his foot-and-a-half long, two-and-a-half inches wide erection firmly pushing between her folds, sliding roughly into her virgin entrance. The two griffons screeched in pain and pleasure.
Sairai watched, feeling a little aroused. The large male pounded the griffoness mercilessly, but she was humping and pushing back against him anyway. Sairai could imagine what the female was going through, as the backward barbs on the male's penis scraped along her insides, but she didn't seem to mind. The two griffons screeched in ecstasy, the male thrusting rapidly in and out of the young female.
Sairai decided, reluctantly, that she would need to try to edge by the three griffons, along the cliff-face, and hope that she was not noticed. She couldn't risk waiting until the beasts had finished their flurry of matings. If anything, all that activity would make them hungrier. The griffons seemed suitably distracted, however, even the unoccupied male, who watched the other two intently, looking for any break in the action to claim his place. Sairai would have to pass by him with only about 10 feet between them, but she had no other choice. She began to move forward, slowly and carefully, so as to avoid unwanted attention.
She was within twelve feet of the mating griffons, and things seemed to be going well. They were unsurprisingly distracted. But then Sairai tripped. She could hardly believe it, and she quickly caught herself on her forelegs, but not before scraping her hooves loudly on the stone. She quickly glanced at the griffons to see if they had noticed her, and to her horror, she saw that they had. The female in particular looked very spooked, her eyes wide. She screeched angrily, and pulled herself forward, frightened. Before he knew what had happened, the wounded male's lover had jumped forward, and flown quickly into the air, down the cliff-face in shock. The griffoness was a small dot in the distance, over a hundred feet away, before the male could realize what was happening. He found himself alone and confused, humping at the air.
But only for a moment, before the two males angrily turned to look at her. She thought to run, but one of the males leapt in front of her, cutting off her escape. She reached desperately for an arrow, but the other male leapt forward, slashing his talons through the shaft of her bow. She backed up quickly, back into the dead-end clearing, her bow falling, broken, to the ground. She could see no escape, and had no hope to fight the enraged beasts. She walked back as far as she could, away from the advancing griffons, until she was backed up against the edge of the cliff. Sairai trembled in fear.
The griffons approached her slowly, squawking and fanning out to her left and to her right. They must still be hungry, having been distracted from the hunt, and now they were also angry at her for scaring off their mate. She was definitely in a tight spot. The elder of the two griffons (whom she decided were brothers), would be especially furious, since she had wounded his shoulder, and interrupted an intense fucking. Indeed, she could see precum leaking from his solid erection even as he paced around her, flanking her. The younger brother sported his own neglected erection, glistening in the sunlight. She imagined them ripping into her soft flesh, talons, claws, and beak raking her in a flurry of frustration and hunger, and she made a decision.
She didn't want to feed their hunger for her flesh, so she thought to tempt another hunger. She turned around quickly, not hesitating after making her decision; she felt it was her only hope. She quickly lay down, her legs folded neatly beneath her, but her hind legs with just enough purchase to raise her rump. Then she looked back at the griffons, praying they took the bait. She raised her tail, mimicking the virgin griffoness as best she could.
The two griffons appeared confused. They certainly hadn't expected prey to behave in this way. They had her surrounded now, but were hesitating. To her relief, they did not attack her. Instead, the older of the two brothers (as she pictured them) approached her proffered rump curiously. He sniffed at her tail, not sure what to make of a centaur presenting to him. In the end, his raging arousal took over, and he decided to go with it. She watched as he leapt onto her rump, pushing himself forward until his hind legs were poised just behind and between hers. She knew he would rape her, and by the look of the barbs surrounding the tip of his shaft, it would not be gentle. But she was growing used to complete obedience, and a rough fuck was many times better than being torn apart. She only hoped that when they were done with her, they’d let her go.
She could feel his impossibly soft feather down rubbing softly against her back, and his soft belly fur from his lion half against her rump, and she waited almost eagerly, anticipating his rough thrust into her moist entrance. She had been quite aroused, watching the two griffons mating, and now it seemed it was Sairai‘s turn. Again the younger brother had to watch patiently, as the elder spread his wings to the sky, screeching in triumph. He savagely bit her between the shoulders of her forelegs, but that was nothing compared to the sharp pain of his sudden, massive thrust. She knew she was wetter and larger than the griffoness he had just deflowered had been, but the pain was still startling as he penetrated her deeply. His large penis, though about half as thick as the stallions' yesterday, was just as long, and the barbs slid along her internal walls, poking her insides mercilessly.
Sairai moaned loudly in pain, but the warmth of her pleasure rose to the forefront much more quickly than the first two days. She felt helpless again, trapped by two virile males who could abuse her as they desired, possibly penetrating her for many hours, and she could only pray that when they finished with their plaything, that they allowed her to leave unharmed. Her predicament aroused her; she enjoyed being helpless, she enjoyed being a possession. On top of that, the large griffon was humping her rapidly, his pronged erection gliding painfully out of her as the backward angled barbs raked her, and then pushing eagerly into her, as deep as it could go. His long penis was brushing gently up against her cervix, and his soft feline scrotum was flapping gently against her teats.
She pushed back against him, arching into his stomach and starting to rub her own breasts. Her internal walls were soon covered in her own fluids thanks to her extreme arousal, and even when pulled viciously back, the griffon's sharp barbs were only a dull ache. She couldn't even feel where he gripped her back with his beak. He beat his wings up and down in time with his thrusts, while she used what strength she could to push back against him. He took great joy in savaging her. With each thrust, Sairai could feel him releasing respectable amounts of his seed into her. Feeling his warm fluid coating her insides, she could hold back no longer, and with a cry, she released her own fluids, her internal walls quivering with ecstasy and the beast filled her. She felt his body tense, a momentary pain in her back and sides as he clutched her more powerfully, and then she felt an even stronger thrust, pressing against her cervix, and large volumes of semen filling her insides. They shared their orgasm together, quivering, moaning, and, in his case, screeching.
He pulled out of her, though she barely noticed, as she lay there shuddering. His fluids leaked readily out of her and down her legs, but she was used to this by now. Her stud relaxed several paces behind her, panting to regain his breath. She had not been that familiar with griffons before, but she didn't think she was imagining a contented grin on his face. Nor was she imagining a curious and eager expression on the younger brother's face. He approached her now, swiftly and almost silently, though she watched him over her shoulder. Knowing she would need to satisfy his hunger as well, one way or another, and realizing that she was as eager to fuck him as he was her, Sairai thrust her tail to the side, an open invitation to the younger male.
He waited not a moment before climbing inexpertly onto her back. She suspected the young griffon had never taken a female before, but she could tell by his glistening, hard erection that he was as ready as he would ever be. She tensed, sensing him about to take his grip, and shortly after he bit down between her shoulders in a gesture she knew was instinctive. He began thrusting, but in his eagerness and inexperience, he only hit air, his virgin organ rubbing harmlessly between her legs, against her belly and her teats. He keened in desperation with each thrust, but was no closer to his target. She aided the young stud by lowering her haunches until suddenly, one of the wild thrusts connected. He slid suddenly and powerfully into her, all the way to his hilt, his balls slapping against her.
Only almost as long and wide as his brother, he did not feel as rough or intimidating as he pounded her soaked passageway. He screeched and cawed in what sounded like joy and amazement, taking his first bitch with all the eagerness of an awkward teenager, and his bitch was enjoying it just as much. Sairai thrust back in time with his thrusts, the wind generated by his flapping wings a welcome relief from the sweat beginning to coat her body. She panted, whinnying when he pulled back, his barbs stimulating her in ways she hadn't thought possible. Then she could feel his precum joining his brother's, mixing with her own juices into an indistinguishable slop. Every powerful thrust brought her closer, her moans only hoarse whispers. Then finally they erupted simultaneously, crying out for dear life as waves of emotion and pleasure wracked their young bodies.
It seemed like minutes before the young stud had the energy to pull himself out of her, portions of his seed dripping uselessly onto the ground. She panted in the afterglow, surprised at how much she had enjoyed the two fuckings, though now she wondered whether they would allow her to escape. Sairai looked at the two contented griffons. They no longer looked angry at all, but when she ventured to stand, to see if she could make a break for it, the elder brother stood in alarm, and the younger followed suit. It seemed they were not yet ready to grant her escape. She stood still, not wanting to surprise them with sudden movements, leaking quietly onto the ground between her legs. The bigger griffon approached her, his slightly flaccid penis rapidly growing.
She stayed standing, unsure what to do as the beast advanced. At least his newfound erection was a good sign that it was not meat he desired. When he leapt, it took all her willpower not to instinctually bolt, but she managed to stay standing as the dangerous beast landed gracefully onto her back. The griffon, about three-fourths her size, was barely a third of her weight, and he could perch on her back without causing her any more discomfort than the talons and claws digging slightly into her skin. She could feel his breath on the back of her human torso, and she wondered at his intent. Then he folded his wings down, beneath him, embracing her barrel.
She still bore him on her back, but he had tightly wrapped his wings around her, rubbing against her large equine belly. He had surprising strength in his wings, and it was all the more surprising when he swung himself down in a quick and easy movement until he was underneath her. His wings still gripped her barrel with amazing strength, but now they supported the majority of his weight, as he hung below her, his stomach touching hers, the soft fur and feathers feeling delicate against her underbelly. She could feel his leonine belly pulled tightly against her teats, his hind legs curled up between Sairai‘s. When she swished her tail, she knew she was tickling the male's privates.
She could not see him except by looking down over her shoulder, but it was then that she realized his intent; he was planning to fuck her again, belly to belly, even as she stood. She felt his hind claws grab the inside of her haunches painfully, and pulling with this leverage, she felt him thrust, the tip of his shaft pressing against her legs, missing the mark by a few inches. She was impressed he could pull off such a complicated maneuver, and wondered if this were a standard griffon position. She was not complaining, and with a violent tug on her tail, the beast managed to pull himself up far enough to push his impressive organ deep into her vagina.
His strong abs helped him clench tightly against her, but a lot of his weight was still being held up by his grip on her barrel. It smarted a bit, but was nothing she couldn't handle; frankly, the barbs just reaching her cervix were more painful. The majority of his weight was held by his strong wings, wrapped around her abdomen like a blanket. He pulled himself into and out of her abused entrance, each thrust tugging violently on her tail. Sairai arched her back, moaning anew, and rubbing her breasts, content to bask in the warm feeling of the griffon's rock hard organ piercing her again and again, gliding all the way into her before being pulled roughly out.
The griffon was noticeably larger than her pet cave lion, Tor, but even so, she felt the barbs were less painful now. In truth, she guessed that she was just more accustomed to the feeling, and after learning to enjoy the endless rape she had suffered at the hands of her lifelong pet, she found herself ecstatic by the violation she faced now. This outlook on pain would soon help her, as the younger griffon set his sights on the young, surprisingly experienced filly.
Even as his older brother clung beneath the gasping centaur, penetrating her with unmatched vigor, the other griffon approached, his arousal almost palpable. Sairai didn't notice his approach, but with a start she realized when he sprung onto her back, perched precariously. He was mounted slightly further back than his brother, and was able to reach his talons around her belly without impeding the other griffon's grasping wings. In order to stay on her back, clutching her rump, the younger griffon reached around her waist, grabbing at her soft flesh with his sharp talons. She cried out in pain at the sharp objects digging into her stomach, but he managed not to break the skin. She looked back to see what the griffon was planning, even while the first griffon continued to pound her pussy. She saw her new assailant bite the small of her back for extra purchase, and could see how the leonine portion of his body dangling behind her, between her legs.
The inexperienced griffon started thrusting his rear half blindly at the filly's rump, even though his brother's large erection already occupied her. She could not resist, with two griffons grabbing her and pulling on her, she had to concentrate on maintaining her balance. She watched in fascination, unsure what could happen as she felt the wet barbs of the young stud pressing against her rump, below her legs, against his brother's penis. But another thrust drove all thoughts from her mind, as the young griffon thrust powerfully, directly into her tail hole.
She was already quite full by the other griffon, but she found she could indeed accommodate this one as well. He pushed into her rectum without hesitation, screeching in triumph at finding a suitable place to penetrate. His large, barbed penis scraped inside of her, making her cry out in pain, tears already beginning to form. The two griffons were unfazed, thrusting as eagerly and rapidly as ever. The sensations were overwhelming, as two large rods pounded her together, their thrusts matching time. With each counterthrust, she could feel their barbed erections tearing along her internal passages, and with each thrust she could feel the warm release of precum. She was panting, screaming, and crying as the griffons began releasing within her, little by little.
The thing that frightened her most was that, aside from the pain she felt as the younger griffon fucked her in the ass, her orgasm was rapidly returning. Standing helplessly as the two brothers pounded and pistoned in her simultaneously, Sairai bucked wildly back against both of them, rubbing her breasts harder until they were raw. Soon, the pain in her ass subsided due to lubrication, replaced by pure erotic bliss and boiling need, dampened as more and more precum filled her anus. The sensation was too much, and she couldn't hold herself back, beating both griffons to her orgasm.
She gave a low moan that grew into a relieved wail, as pleasure began to caress her body in waves, her vaginal walls pulsing and gushing her internal fluids around the older griffon's penis. She quivered so much, that even the younger griffon could feel it as he pounded her tail hole. Her legs wobbled, but she adjusted her front legs, holding her stance, not wanting to fall and crush one of the griffons, lest the other resent it. Even as she shuddered in ecstasy, the two griffons increased their pace, aroused at her explosive climax. The elder griffon thrust harder and harder, bumping against her cervix, while the younger clutched her sides painfully, pulling himself further out and deeper into her. Then suddenly, the younger brother pulled so far back that his erection slid out of her completely, lowering by the sheer weight of the organ. Oblivious, the griffon thrust again, with the same force, and to Sairai's surprised jolt, the blind thrust hit its mark; it landed just above his brother's forward thrust, and both erections pressed against her folds, spreading her apart. Together, the two griffons pressed into her wet passageway, filling her more completely than she could have ever imagined.
Both penises glided along her walls, pushing deeply into her until they brushed against her cervix. She could feel both griffons tense as they filled her tight rump, at least when they were both occupying it simultaneously. The force of their combined thrust was enough to send her into a mind-blowing second orgasm that threatened to cause her collapse. Somehow, she managed to hold on, maintaining both her sore legs and her consciousness. The griffon's calls joined her powerful moans and screams, screeching in amazement at the feelings overwhelming them. The pain as they both pulled back, their barbs raking her insides, only reinforced her incredible orgasm. She could not keep track of time, feeling as though an eternity were passing as the griffons began grinding against each other while inside her pussy, doubly penetrating the young filly. Instead, it was only seconds before the barbs scraping together from their desperate frotting were enough to trigger the griffons' release. Soon she felt a flood of semen spurting out of her as the two griffons ejaculated within her, some of it spraying into her cervix, but the majority of it finding no escape in the completely filled passageway except to travel past the griffon-meat before blasting out of her with surprising force, splattering onto the genitals of the two griffons.
They continued to thrust and release their fluids forcefully into her while she spasmed there, barely aware of anything beyond the sensations filling her body. She moaned until her voice was hoarse, and then continued to moan anyway. The griffons pounded her until they could release no more, their fluids readily pouring out of her abused slit and running down until the older griffon's balls and hind legs were sodden and sopping wet. Finally, panting and exhausted, the griffons simultaneously pulled out of her, releasing their grip on her body, collapsing off and under her, and backing a distance away from her to recollect their energy. She stood for only a moment, feeling their fluids trickling out of her and down her hind legs, into a puddle on the ground, before she could handle it no more, and collapsed on the ground where she had stood, now quivering.
She tried to collect her thoughts, and might have succeeded. It was only a few minutes, however, before she felt feathers on her exposed rump, and saw the elder brother climbing onto her again, sporting a brand-new erection. Overwhelmed, it was all she could do to hold her tail aside as he started humping her. She had been amazed at Tor's stamina, but they had never shared such a life-altering, minutes-long orgasm. But the griffon was unfazed, fucking her with renewed vigor, gripping her sore back. She was still out of it, unable to corroborate his excitement. Luckily for him, he was not concerned with whether or not Sairai was eager to fuck.
He spent himself in her, filling her with more of his semen while she lay there, panting. She wondered if he, part-lion, shared her pet cave lion's near-infinite stamina, and if she should prepare herself for hours of further copulation. The younger griffon then approached her, mounting her, and she wondered if 'hours' was an underestimate. She had steeled herself a bit, recovering, and she was able to enjoy the young stud's eager pounding, but when he had finished, his brother again wasted no time in mounting her. She was exhausted, sore, and above all, frightened. Even though the griffons had taken her, and were taking her often, she still had no guarantee that when they were done with her, they would allow her to leave. If anything, all this activity could make them even hungrier. She would need to take any chance she could find to escape, should an opportunity present itself.
The only opportunity that presented itself to Sairai was to continually distract them with sex. The two brothers alternated fucking her, leaving only the smallest amount of time unclaimed. She tried to keep her wits about her, but it was difficult to concentrate while she sighed, moaned and thrust back at the inexhaustible griffons, matching their orgasms with her own. Being repeatedly violated with no hope of escape was more than enough to keep her aroused. She was worried that if a chance to escape did present itself, she would not have the energy to stand, much less hoof it for the forest. But at least the two griffons seemed to be similarly exhausting themselves. In fact, soon enough the elder griffon spilled himself within her, falling roughly out of her, and backed off to allow his brother a turn, but the young stud, having been unflappable all day, still had his limits. He did not approach her, at least not yet.
The two griffons resting and panting behind her, Sairai began to contemplate a run for the forest. She was sure they would soon realize their ravenous hunger, and tear her to pieces and feast on her flesh. She had no confidence in their gratitude for the hour or two of unbridled intercourse. She waited to make sure they were done with her, and as the third minute passed, she decided to try to stand, at least. Yet even as she tried to raise her tired body from the ground, pulling her rump out of a very sticky pool of griffon fluids, she looked back in horror to see the younger griffon trotting up behind her, proudly displaying another erection. She had waited too long, and she held her tail aside, ready to take another dozen rounds of fuckings.
He mounted her quickly, expecting and receiving no resistance, and he thrust once, deeply into her body. He may have lacked experience at the start of the day, but by now he was an expert marksman. She wished she were less aroused, needing to be ready to make a break for it as soon as another opportunity arose. But his strong thrusts into her well-used pussy spread such warmth and relief through her whole being, causing her to tremble and moan. She could feel her body heating up, getting ready for another exhausting climax. She panted, obedient to the young male's whims. She glanced back at the older male, who had also had a number of minutes to rest, and she was unsurprised to see him nursing his own bulging erection.
She was surprised, however, when she saw him start to approach her. She was well-occupied by the younger griffon, who was humping her rump with abandon. He was blocking any other obvious entrance into her young body. She decided that perhaps as Actaeon had done, he would force her to take his organ into her mouth. But this proved not to be the case as she watched in startlement. The big griffon approached her from behind and without hesitation he jumped up, grabbing his younger brother around the waist. The juvenile seemed oblivious, concentrating on his indelicate thrusts. He did take notice, however, when the elder pulled himself onto the younger's back, gripping him on the shoulders between his wings before making a single expert upward thrust right into his younger brother's virgin tailhole.
Apparently the older griffon wasn't willing to wait his turn! Sairai could feel the doubly powerful thrust from the young griffon as his thrust combined with the push from his brother. The young griffon squawked in surprised astonishment, clearly not expecting this rude interruption, but his older brother took as little notice or concern for his protests as he had taken for Sairai's. He pounded his brother's ass, raking him with his barbs with each thrust. Meanwhile, the younger griffon seemed conflicted. He certainly wasn't prepared to be ass-raped by his own brother, but he couldn't pull back without relinquishing his domination over the little piece of horse-flesh he was violating. He made a few attempts to resist his older brother's attentions, but seemed to decide it wasn't worth it, turning his attention again to Sairai.
She shuddered, watching the two males as they mated, feeling each thrust acutely inside of her own body. Maybe it was the sight of one of her brutish captors receiving a taste of their own medicine, or maybe it was the fact that they were the same gender, or the arousing thoughts of forming a chain that she found curiously satisfying, but it thrilled and excited her regardless, and she began to push back with an eagerness she hadn't felt since she had been filled by two immense griffon cocks at once. She used her hind legs for extra purchase as she thrust back at them, and she knew that her thrusts were also pushing the younger griffon powerfully back onto his brother's massive erection. The young griffon had closed his eyes, gripping her rump tightly as he continued to penetrate her, shuddering as he was violated by his brother. Turning around, her panting was punctuated by smiles of delight; the young griffon was making loud warbling sounds that could only be taken for pleasure, beak turned upward in bliss, and now actively bucking backward towards his older brother’s persistent ramming, and less in her soaking equine pussy. He was loving being violated as much as she was, and it sent pleasurable shivers down her spine! The elder brother cawed triumphantly, pushing himself as hard and deep as he could into his brother's tail hole, their ball sacks colliding with each thrust. She could feel them as they slapped against her teats.
She could hear the younger griffon trilling in what sounded more and more need with each climbing pitch, and she could feel the additional power those thrashing hips provided, bringing her closer to her next orgasm. She felt as though the two griffons were joining forces to penetrate her with extreme force, and she could feel the younger brother's shaft pressing against her cervix. With each massive combined thrust, she could feel his testicles slamming between her legs, and she watched as the two griffons cawed and screeched in pleasure, the elder brother nipping and grabbing hold of the shuddering one in the middle, pressured on both sides. She was whimpering uncontrollably now, too pleasure wracked to moan, the heat of her approaching orgasm spreading quickly through her body. She watched the mating brothers until the feelings had overtaken her so much that she could not see straight, and then there was nothing for her except to release again, her fluids flooding the younger griffon's erection again, causing him to buck between pleasures even faster, hoping to chain their explosions together.
She quivered, her orgasm taking her with surprising force, though the two griffons had not yet joined her. She knew she was milking the youth of small amounts of precum, but he seemed almost oblivious to her strong grip over his erection, concentrating instead on the shaft piercing his anus. She felt him filling her slowly, long unable to differentiate between pre-cum and seminal fluid after so many ruttings. But her mind, even overcome by lust, now had a solid plan of escape. She pulled herself forward, wriggling out from underneath the shaking griffon until at last he dropped his talons to the ground, on all fours, his penis thrusting violently into the air, narrowly missing her rump as it lay a foot or less in front of him. He hardly noticed, humping the air with vigor as he took the entire length of his older brother in the ass, screeching at the pleasure and calling for more. Sairai slowly inched her way from under them, hoping to escape while the brothers were distracted, but she could hardly pull her eyes away from the two brothers, straining and pumping against each other, their balls colliding in rapid, violent thrusts. She watched as both griffons seemed to curl up into each other, both of them with their eyes closed in rapture as larger and larger spurts of precum came shooting out of the young griffon, while the older, sweaty, grimaced griffon penetrated his brother.
And then it happened. With a loud squawk, the younger griffon, playing the role of his brother's bitch, could take no more, thrusting forward with such force that he almost penetrated Sairai again. Large volumes of semen flew from his erection, striking Sairai's rump, coating it further. Sairai watched, silently catching her breath, but the feel of his long distance shots against her rump and teats was enough to make her gasp a little in pleasure, much to her chagrin. She needed to gather the strength to make a run for it as soon as possible.
Feeling his brother climaxing beneath him, the elder griffon began to thrust faster, harder, and deeper, screeching in ecstasy. In moments, he joined his brother, filling his tail hole with his seed. His giant penis filled the tight space almost completely, and she could see his sperm pouring out of his brother's ass, large running streams of fluid pouring onto the ground beneath them, even while the young griffon sprayed her rear end. They shuddered and cried together, their sore genitals finding a blessed release in the two griffons' loving clutch.
Sairai managed to seize the moment, ignoring the view before her, which was almost arousing enough to make her want to stay and let them fuck her some more. But instead, she ran, adrenaline coursing through her body allowing her to leap to her feet. The griffons only noticed a few seconds later, interrupted their exultant copulation too late, and by the time they had leapt into the air to pursue her, she was already in the forest. They followed her still, stealing glances at her through the canopy, unwilling to let their cooperative sex toy abandon them so unfairly. She paid attention this time, and soon she saw a cave in the mountains ahead, and she knew with a certainty that no griffon would enter a cave, even to fuck her. She ran inside, ducking the low ceiling and ignoring the plaintive cries of the griffons behind her. She was finally safe.
Chapter 8: Part Eight
Summary:
Sairai would've loved to keep fucking the griffons for the rest of the day, but there was no guarantee that they wouldn't eat her at some point, so she high-tailed it out of there to find a cave for refuge. While looking for an alternate exit, she finds yet another way to sate her urges and awaken her sexual cravings! Only this time, the consequences are very real...
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Having safely escaped the angry griffons, Sairai looked back from the safety of the cave. She could see them pacing outside, unwilling to enter such a confined space, even in order to continue ravishing and possibly eat her. She was glad that the conventional wisdom she had heard about griffons and enclosed spaces was not just a myth. The larger griffon paced as far near the entrance of the cave as his willpower would allow, and gave a deafening screech of anger at the glimpse of Sairai that he could see. She was taking stock of her situation, noticing a draft from inside the cave, indicating that it was probably very large. The flowing air made her acutely aware that her rump was still coated in the two griffons' fluids. She looked back outside just in time to see the younger of the two griffons (whom she took to be brothers) approach the cave as well, though instead of screeching angrily, he mounted his distracted brother. The older griffon gave an annoyed caw, turning his head at the younger stud excitedly climbing above him, before ultimately holding his legs apart and letting the stud jab at his rear before shoving that throbbing cock into his twitching pucker.
Sairai couldn't help but watch as the younger griffon furiously pounded his brother's ass. After his initial grimace at being taken so roughly from behind, the elder griffon’s expression quickly faded to a warble of enjoyment, closing his eyes and kneading the marshy ground below him. They both seemed to have forgotten about her, and she hoped they would soon fly off, and she could head home. However, after the younger griffon had his orgasm, extending and flapping his wings in triumph while screeching to the heavens, he yanked out of his apparent brother with hardly any warning, and frantically scampered underneath him, licking wildly at the pulsating shaft until he could catch the other brother’s load. When the elder was finished humping the young brown beak, he sauntered over the younger counterpart and mounted him in return, their sopping genitals facing the flustered centauress once more. The brothers seemed so relaxed and comfortable taking turns penetrating each other that Sairai wondered if they had often done this before. When the bigger griffon eventually slammed forward and held his thrust, his seed spilling out of his brother's ass onto the ground, they traded positions again, and Sairai realized that it might be a few hours before she could escape through this cave entrance. She decided she would probably have better luck looking for another exit, and peered into the dark cave, dimly lit by tiny cracks in the ceiling that allowed the tiniest bit of light inside. She began to pick her way around the rocks and soft dirt floor, the horny griffons’ trills and whines of ecstasy dying down the deeper she went.
She walked deeper into the cave, and it did indeed seem to extend into long tunnels. The light dimmed, as the cracks in the ceiling became fewer and fewer, and she considered turning back until she reached a fork in the cavern. There were three ways to go, and at the end of the right path, she saw light. Perhaps it was another exit to the cave. She took the right path, making sure to remember where she had come from if she needed to backtrack. The cracks in the ceiling seemed to become more numerous, which lead Sairai to believe that she was approaching an exit, but then she began to notice that the light up ahead was flickering.
When she noticed, she stopped, inching forward. She knew that where there was fire, there were probably people, especially in the middle of a cave. But she didn't know if the people were friendly or not. Considering her recent string of luck, she felt the impulse to turn back immediately, but curiosity won over. Besides, the ground was soft, allowing her to move quietly. She walked carefully forward, looking ahead to see what was making the fire.
Soon she could see a large cavity in which a small bonfire raged. The light was so bright that it took her eyes a moment to adjust. She noticed an exit from the well-lit cavern that led to bright white light – it looked natural, like daylight. Possibly another way outside! Then, she noticed who was tending the fire. She couldn't see with great focus due to the flicking light coming only from the middle of the cavern, but she could make out very large forms. In moments she could recognize large, bipedal, muscular figures, with curved horns and tufted tails. Though she had never seen one, she could tell they were minotaurs. She couldn't count them all accurately in the poor light, but she believed there were at least seven.
Tensing up immediately, Sairai stepped back as quietly as she could. She had heard very bad things about minotaurs, and from what she could tell, these specimens were up to fifteen feet tall. She had heard that there were no female minotaurs, and that they could only propagate through raping females of other species. This made them opportunistic - they were known for immediately attacking any females they came across and attempting to impregnate them. Most of the humanoid races, like dwarves or elves, were especially afraid because minotaurs were not smart enough to realize that their two-and-a-half foot long, five-inch diameter penises, essentially equine in nature, would painfully kill any such person. She figured it would be just her luck to find a large group of minotaurs in her cave of refuge.
But they hadn't yet noticed her. She backed up quietly, ready to go face the griffons again if necessary. Reaching the darkness again, she turned around to head back to the fork, only to bump directly into something that wasn’t there before. She ran face first into a minotaur, who was towering over her. His waist was a good foot or two above her equine body, and he was at least five feet taller than she was. He must have been coming down the tunnel she had just walked down and was following her into their camp. Her first instinct was to run, but the way back was blocked, and she didn't want to run into the cavern where so many other minotaurs were. She trembled, looking up at the surprised creature in the reflected firelight.
He was powerfully built, and immensely strong. He had extremely well-chiseled abs, and she suspected he could probably lift her entire weight if he wanted to with those arms. His legs were structured much like her own hind legs, though they were much thicker, and ended in cloven rather than single hooves. He had a long, tufted tail that reminded her of the leonine griffon tails, and his head was that of a bull on a humanoid neck. He had curved horns emerging from the crest of his head. He was covered in short brown fur. But her gaze went down to his flaccid penis – this close, their bodies touching together, the base of his plumping cock was even with the join of her upper and lower halves. He was noticeably bigger than even the large black stallion had been. She could see his balls as well, since he was so tall. They were huge, each almost the size of a flivamelon—about the size of a cantaloupe—but his large size seemed to fit on the fifteen-foot tall beast.
He looked down at her in surprise, and then sported a wicked looking grin that made Sairai shudder again, though this time she was unsure of the emotion behind it. She felt pressure against her stomach and between her forelegs, and didn’t have to look down to know it was the minotaur’s rapidly hardening shaft filling up between them. Sairai put both of her hands on the base of the shaft in an attempt to push it away from her, or at least get it out from between them, when the colossal bull-man grumbled amorously and wrapped his hands around her back, pulling her closer. That pumping length churned in Sairai’s hands, and she imagined it felt like the glowing hot forging irons used by the town blacksmith. A shiver covered her body again, conflicting desires warring within her aching head falling against his chest. Sairai bit her lip and grimaced, knowing that she was pretty well trapped. She only hoped that she could safely contain the growing cock when the minotaur penetrated her, as she knew he soon would. She made no effort to run, resigned to her fate. Slowly, to display compliance, she turned back around to face the other way, and swayed her rump alluringly, ready to face the music.
This seemed to surprise the minotaur, who was normally in quite a rush to force a female onto his dick. His prey stood still, however, so he moved more slowly, and more patiently. He let himself reach his full length, putting his hands on Sairai's hips just in case she tried to bolt. They were only fifteen feet or so from the cavern full of minotaurs, but they hadn't seen the two from the angle of that tunnel, and that suited this male just fine. Finally, he sported a raging erection, extending almost halfway across the young filly's back as she watched it with wide, horrified eyes. He resisted the urge to ram it full length into her cunt.
Instead, he knelt behind her, grabbing her thighs in his impossibly strong grip. Kneeling, he was still as tall as her shoulders, and she watched over her shoulder, terrified into submission. He pushed his snout up under her tail, sniffing, and she felt his cold, wet nose against her tail hole, followed immediately by a long, forceful lick. The beast's long tongue ran easily between her legs, moistening her teats before running across her sore entrance, still wet with the griffons’ fluids. He kept licking her, and she was surprised he was being so gentle. The large, dexterous tongue sliding between her legs and enveloping her clitoris felt so good, but she resisted the urge to moan, hoping that the other minotaurs would not notice them. She wanted to be fucked quickly and quietly, and then be on her way.
Soon the minotaur's licks became more needful, and were pressing against her with more force, causing his tongue to slowly spread her lips, penetrating her. Each lap spread her open a little wider, until the giant was pushing his tongue deep within her folds. He focused on her moist passageway, drinking what he could of the griffons' seed. He rammed his tongue deeply into her, as far as a full foot. She was beginning to sweat as heat swallowed up her body. Rapidly approaching what she knew would be another amazing orgasm, Sairai covered her mouth with both hands, muffling her shaky gasps and ecstatic moans into pleading whimpers and squeaks. It was a struggle to not cry out in pleasure, even as she was orally raped, held helpless in the creature's strong grip.
Just as she was beginning to lose control, the minotaur ceased greedily suckling down her fluids, and pulled his tongue out of her depths. She looked back at him, hyperventilating, and he smiled, standing. She made no effort to flee, holding her tail aside as he reached around her barrel to get a good grip on her hind legs. His enormous, three-and-a-half-foot long penis was as large as anything she had ever seen before, and she studied it with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation as it lay, once again, on her back. It was easily as thick as both her arms combined. She would need a third arm to begin to match its girth. It flopped up and down, squirting precum on her naked body as he stood behind her, ragingly solid, veins pulsing along its length while more precum spritzed out the tip with each jump. She bit her lower lip.
The minotaur pulled his hips back until his erection slid off of her back, but he was still too tall to comfortably fuck her. So, he pulled upward where he grabbed her hips, lifting her hind legs more than a foot off the ground. Sairai's eyes widened, her back half held effortlessly in the air, her rump waiting suspended, right in front of the creature's enormous, poised organ. She wasn't sure that she could take it. He took aim, pointing himself at her wet and waiting entrance, and this time he did not resist his urge. With one powerful thrust, he pulled her rump backward onto his cock, forcing her to take a few steps back. His giant cock slid painfully into her incredibly tight (to him) cunt, and he buried himself into her up to his hilt. She could not help but cry out in amazement as he slid himself forcefully into her, and she was so horny, she could not help but arch her back and moan loudly. She could feel him pressing against the walls of her cervix, but thankfully not past them. Fully within her, he would not have needed to hold onto her thighs with his massive fists to keep her rear end suspended into the air - his penis alone would have sufficed.
Sairai was overwhelmed, feeling almost split in two by his huge organ. But after two elks, three stallions, three humans, a cave lion, and two griffons, she had been stretched far enough in the last few days that even with his entire cock filling her completely inside, she felt only a mild discomfort, inconsiderable next to her overwhelming lust. The minotaur slid his hips back, while pushing her forward a few steps, until he had pulled his battering ram almost out of her. His tip alone spread her lips apart at least six inches. Then he thrust forward again, while also pulling her back. Waves of pleasure wracked her body, and she moaned loudly again, forgetting her need to be discreet. With each thrust, the beast pushed her mostly off of his cock, only to pull her back onto him with all his incredible strength. Every time she was pulled back onto him, helplessly moved around like a rag doll, she cried out in ecstasy. Each massive thrust sent his heavy balls barreling into her rump, bouncing hard against her teats.
Soon she was moaning constantly, screaming with each thrust. She used her two front legs to ram herself back, matching thrust with even more powerful thrust, and she was roughly caressing her breasts, her eyes closed as she tried to cope with her overwhelming emotions. She could barely hear the bellowing lows of the bull-like creature repeatedly violating her over her own loud cries and whinnies. It was then that her mind exploded, her body shaking violently as her orgasm took over. The minotaur kept up his eager thrusts, desperately laying over her equine half and mooing needfully as he effortlessly guided her quivering hindquarters around his shaft. He lowed vigorously as he pumped within her several more times before finally bursting within her. She could feel the voluminous, scalding hot seed as it pulsed from his two large testicles, coursing rapidly through his cock before surging into her unprotected womb. If she were not reeling from the waves of pleasure electrifying her nerves, she might have worried at the chance that the magical beast might impregnate her.
The two of them moaned and shuddered as the large male slowed his thrusts, releasing less and less of his fluids with each weakening buck. Sairai was not surprised to feel her rump and hind legs were coated in sticky semen, knowing that with each desperate thrust, the creature's massive organ was filling her so completely that all but the entirety of the gallons of fresh fluid sludged out of her, onto the soft dirt floor of the cave in a massive puddle. When he was finally done with her, he slowly pulled out before collapsing against the nearest cave wall, leaving her standing there sweaty and spread eagle, warm semen still flowing out of her in a thick miniature waterfall. She was panting, flustered and overwhelmed. It was then that she realized all eyes were on her.
Of course, their boisterous copulation had been more than enough to draw the attention of the nearby minotaurs, though it was only now that she realized she had been watched. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling awkward under their gaze - all seven similarly gigantic minotaurs were standing in front of her, having watched the first beast fuck her senseless. Her first thought was not of anxiety, but rather modesty, though she soon realized that she was in a great deal of danger. Most of the creatures wore no clothes, and those that did sported shoddy loincloths that did nothing to hide the full-sized erections that all of them maintained.
It was only moments after the first minotaur pulled out of her when the most confident (and also the largest) minotaur approached her, his penis only slightly larger than the one that had just penetrated her. It glistened against his naked body. She tried to step back, but the first minotaur’s large body was blocking her leaning against the wall, and she knew she was trapped. Before she could contemplate struggling, the biggest minotaur leapt forward with surprising speed and strength. He grabbed her barrel, lifting her over his shoulder. Sairai yelped in surprise, ready to yell for him to put her down, but she immediately realized there was no point. He wouldn’t listen, no one would come to save her, and the only creatures who knew she was in this cave were likely still mounting and screeching at each other. The minotaur leader carried her back into the large cave dwelling where the bonfire settled, before shifting the shocked centaur filly onto her back on the ground, her hind legs pedaling uselessly in the air. She gasped, barely able to keep up with him as he spread her legs, crawling over her soft belly until the tip of his penis was pressing snugly up against her semen-splattered cunt. She could feel the soft fur on his chest as it rubbed against her own belly fur, and the tall monster's head, even poised as he was to violate her, reached her forelegs. She guessed that if he entered her to his hilt, his head would be level with her breasts, if not further.
She did not have long to wait. Everything felt surreal, her brain unable to keep up with the speed of things. It was only a moment before that she had felt the six-inch-wide tip pressing against her sore passageway, and in the blink of an eye, the minotaur had shoved himself forcefully within her. He glided smoothly along her internal walls, coated as they were by the other minotaur's seed. When his powerful thrust ended, she felt as though his erection were cleaving her in two. It pressed almost painfully against her cervix, with just enough room to spare.
It could not have been more than twenty seconds since he had penetrated her before this giant, eager specimen shuddered, planted his feet along the cave floor and began fucking her, his hands holding her forelegs helpless. He was indeed tall enough for his mouth to reach her breasts, though he seemed more interested making a fluid contribution to the growing collection of sperm in her belly. She watched him through the profile of her own breasts as he strained against her, pumping her with abandon. Overwhelmed as she was, her body was still able to quickly come to terms with her new lover, his deep, violent thrusts triggering a profound carnal arousal that she only experienced while being raped and helpless.
She panted and whimpered, heat rushing under the creature's powerful thrusts, his weight resting snugly on her belly. He nuzzled his head against her bosom, lowing audibly as each thrust brought him closer to his climax. She watched, out of breath and sweating, moaning, and she reached out to him, placing her hands on his curved long-horns. Sairai began to stroke the fur on his head, feeling strangely safe in his grasp. He looked up at her, not slowing his thrusts one bit, but curious about her actions. She smiled at him, and pulled on his horns, urging him forward. He obliged, picking his weight up a bit before shifting his weight forward with each pressing gentle shove. He entered her even more deeply, causing her to emit a delighted moan, her eyes closing. Now his massive head rested on her neck, and she put her arms around his own, hugging him intimately. Now with this forceful rape turning into gentle lovemaking, he pounded her, and she pushed herself back against him as best she could.
Taking a further interest in the strange filly, her incipient mate began sniffing her neck and bosom, while she wrapped around him tightly, with hot gasps and desiring whines. She helped direct his snout to her breasts, unbelievably turned on, and completely oblivious to the multitude of powerful creatures watching, even though she knew they would all want their turns — several turns. To her delight, the minotaur gladly opened his snout, his long soft tongue slapping and smooshing against her breasts even as he fucked her. She clutched him in a death grip, whinnying in both thrill and need, pulling him against herself, until his tongue enveloped her entire breast, coating it in saliva. She had never been fondled in this way, and her pebbly nipples burned and pinpricked with the sensation. She pulled on his head with so much strength that her breast entered the creature's muzzle. He bit down playfully on her breast, clenching her nipple gently inside his smile. It rocketed her over the edge, and Sairai wailed into a shrieking mess, her screams and cries virtually shaking the cave walls. Her equine pussy quaked, undulating in waves as cum sprayed out of her, belched out forcefully by the minotaur’s continuous thrusts, and splashing against the front of his massive pendulous balls. Distantly, she wondered if the cave would collapse, she was screaming so loud.
Huffing in excitement, the great beast was lapping his tongue between her breasts and up along her neck, while the centaur slut took him further into her depths. He was so completely within her that his abdominals were pressed tightly against her teats, and reeling her legs uselessly in the air was the best she could do to cope with all of the sensations coursing through her young body. Again, he thrust, pushing himself even further within her, and she was amazed that she could accommodate such a large monster. It had only been two days since the two elk had deflowered her, their arguably tiny organs causing her a sharp pain with each thrust, but now, not only was she being reamed by a three-and-a half foot shaft, and taking it gladly, she came her hardest in her life from it, and only wanted more.
Sairai’s attention was caught with what sounded like desperate lows and moans. She looked down to the rapidly thrusting bull, hips and muzzle in a blur. With each urgent grunt and whimper, he licked in a line upward — along her neck, against her chin, and then, to her surprise, he lapped hungrily at her lips before he simply overcame them and pushed his foot-long tongue into her mouth. Sairai had never been kissed before, but she was surrounded by pleasure on all sides, and despite the awkward circumstances, she indulged him and followed his lead, thirstily seeking out as much of his tongue as he, hers. She pulled his tightly muscled body against her, muffled moans escaping both of them through their locked kiss as she struggled with his powerful tongue. She wasn't sure anymore if, given another chance, she would have avoided this section of the cave. She was sweating and panting and exhausted, but she was overwhelmingly happy. It was only a few short moments after their extended kiss had begun before the beast's eager thrusts needfully sped up, finally signaling the beginning of his climax. They climbed in pitch with each moan, bouncing back in forth between their muzzles, triggering deep within her another wave of ecstasy. She broke the kiss, crying out almost involuntarily, "Give it to me!"
The minotaur was not one to deny a lady, and with a bellowing low, he pulled her to him, clutching her to him like a large pile of warm furs, and embedding himself once again as deeply as he could. Once he was in position, his enormous erection fully occupying her sopping passageway, he came violently within her, shuddering as pulse after pulse of his boiling hot gelatinous fluid poured into her, mixing with the offerings of the other minotaur and the griffons. The rush of heat, and each desperate racking fuck of the minotaur’s powerful hips was far too much, and Sairai drowned in another debilitating climax; her pussy milked him for more than her body could even fit as she literally sobbed with joy. She was soon filled to capacity, and each spurt was pushed with great force out of her body, coating her rump, tail, and hind legs, and not sparing her lover's legs and balls either. With each powerful thrust and ejaculation as the minotaur climaxed within her, pints of semen propelled its way everywhere, muddying the cave floor.
It was all she could do to clutch him with all her strength around his back as she rode the waves of pleasure, quivering. He took her breasts in his mouth again, tonguing her roughly and nipping her slightly, which only excited the young filly more. Her own internal fluids were certainly a major component of the cocktail spilling out of her onto the dirt. Her powerful orgasm was still occurring when her second mate finished with her, pulling himself out of her and only taking about five steps, before, like her first lover, he simply fell over with a loud thud, comatose but overjoyed.
Sairai lay on the sticky cave floor, panting. A ring of six or more minotaurs stood before her, each with their own eager erections after having watched the filly being taken twice. She looked up at them and smiled, more than excited to take on the next comer —literally —and experience more addictive, earth-shattering climaxes. So far, these minotaurs were not living up to the stories she had heard as a child, and for that she was grateful. She spread her hind legs and lay her tail flat, beckoning them with a nice view of pink amid a sea of white. A minotaur took a step toward her, but another interrupted him, pushing him away, asserting his right to sloppy thirds. No one protested, to avoid a conflict where it appeared there need be none. It seemed to them as though the centaur would accommodate each of their needs with time.
He walked toward her, stepping past her prone form to look her over before kneeling over her head. He pulled off his loincloth, revealing his three-foot-long organ, which was only two feet away from her head. She looked up, watching it with shivering anticipation. He knelt lower and then he was within reach, and Sairai did not hesitate to reach up with her hands, gripping the massive cock. Her two hands were not large enough to circle his girth as she began stroking him.
He let out a loud grunt as she teased his tip with one hand and slid her other hand slowly down his shaft. Finally, she reached his enormous balls, and began rolling them firmly with her hand. She knew their size wasn't just for show, judging by the pool of semen in which she was lying. The minotaur sighed and moaned, and bent over her, gently resting his body on hers. He was so large that even though Sairai began running her tongue along his length, he was able to place his strong hands on each of her hind legs, pulling them apart. She gasped as she felt his soft tongue rolling gently over her equine teats, swishing her tail in pleasure. This only made her more eager to please him. He was heavy, resting his full weight on her body, but she could handle him. She wrapped her arms around his rump and pulled his massive erection toward her, licking its base while nestling its shaft between her breasts.
He soon tired of coating her teats in saliva, and he leaned forward until his nose was even with her sopping entrance. Then he began licking again, apparently willing, if not eager, to lap up his brethren's fluids. His large tongue pressed heavily against her clitoris, causing Sairai to moan, pulling her arms from his ass down between them to grip his cock while running her tongue over as much musky sac flesh as she could. The beast seemed quite pleased, letting out a hard moan, and rammed his tongue into her depths, spreading her lips several inches as he speared into her. She shivered and thrust uncontrollably and wildly against him. She could feel him grinding right along with her, his rapidly twitching cock nestled right between her breasts. It was an overwhelming sensation as she licked and sucked, grunting into his leathery balls, smearing them with her tongue and twisting her hands around whatever parts of his shaft she could reach, falling back into her elk milking routine at home.
This was apparently more overwhelming for him, because even as she was starting to feel her climax coming, her current mate pulled his tongue out from within her depths and let out a desperate moo, grabbing her backwards haunches and thrusting powerfully against her body. She felt empty without the aid of his tongue, but could do nothing other than continue grasping his throbbing dick. She could tell he was close, his great weight pressing down on her as his own grunts and moans rang out with every flex of his muscles. Finally, with a loud, lustful low, the bull-like creature ejaculated hard, sending waves of his seed down her human belly with enough force to reach her barrel as well. Looking up, Sairai could only see his impressive nutsack clench over and over with each surge, his rear cheeks clench into firm muscles beneath, and though his stubby tail fell flat over it, she suspected his anus was pulsing under there. She felt him rise, leaning back until he was kneeling over her again, still ejaculating with impressive force, now covering her breasts. He then knelt all the way back, and she watched as his impressive organ pulsed with each gasping grunt the creature emitted. He coated her face and breasts, and Sairai, still burning with desire, starting grasping them, rubbing the heavy mess into her mammaries.
The minotaur was done with her, to her regret, and as he stood, grinning, the last vestiges of his ejaculation splattered on the side of her face. But Sairai wasn't interested in him. She looked instead to the remaining minotaurs, moaning, panting, grunting and eager for another to claim her. There now seemed to be seven in the ring watching her, each with clearly visible erections. Either one of the first two was rested and ready to go again, or news of her presence in the cave was spreading. In her current mental state, she wasn't sure that was such a bad thing. However, none were stepping up, not quickly enough for Sairai.
She spun to her feet, gained purchase, and stood, approaching one smaller minotaur, who was young, and looked nervous. He had to have only barely begun to exhibit signs of adulthood. She undid the clasp on the belt that held his rag-tag loincloth, and yanked it aside, revealing his state of extreme excitement. She quickly followed by taking him in her hands, pulling his tip toward her mouth, and running her tongue gently around his opening. He let out a quivering, high-pitched bleat, and gently ran his hand through her hair, stepping closer. She could taste his precum, and she pulled him even closer, clutching his manhood to her chest, coating it in the seed of her most recent donor. She hoped this stimulation would encourage the young stud to take her, and fill her burgeoning need.
Instead, however, he seemed almost too content; the boy moaned as if he stepped into a steaming hot bath, and closed the distance, wrapping his arms around Sairai’s shoulders in an awkward embrace. His twitching, twenty inch cock sandwiched between their chests as she pressed her lips over his tip and began suckling gently. Apparently, this was all the youth needed, as he leaned his head along her shoulder, careful not to poke her with his horns, and gently frotted himself between them and into her lips. Impatient, she pulled him around to the other side of her, and he was quite pliable. Now she faced away from the other minotaurs, and while she continued to nurse the beast child, her hands gently teasing and caressing him, she spread her legs and held her tail aside. It was an obvious invitation, and an offer one of the minotaurs could not refuse. It was mere moments before she felt the grip of one or another of the bulls on her haunches. She groaned in anticipation, gushing, and refocused her efforts on the young stud in her grasp.
She gasped in shock and in lust when the minotaur behind her wasted no time, grabbing her thighs and pulling her toward him, pushing his seemingly impossibly large cock all the way into her. Soon Sairai could feel his large testicles slamming against her teats, meaning his full three feet (if not more) had been forcefully pushed into her, and she could feel the pressure against the walls of her cervix. She was not ready for such an onslaught, but her body was. She moaned, and kept licking the young bull in front of her, grasping his balls in her hands. She felt her new mate grab her front legs in his powerful hands, pulling himself onto her, the weight of his massive torso resting on her barrel. Then he bit her between the shoulder blades, much like the stallions she had entertained only days before. He lowed in triumph, thrusting heavily, and she braced her legs to support his weight, barely succeeding.
While she was being taken powerfully from behind, the younger minotaur whimpered like a canine pup as he also started to thrust against her, pushing himself against her stomach, and up between her breasts, still covered in sticky white fluid. She clasped him with her arms, letting him slide smoothly between her greased breasts, while keeping her lips locked around his tip, either lapping wildly along the crown, or gently suckling him. Quietly giggling at the cute boyish yips and pleading desperate noises the youth made, she could taste more and more of his precum as he neared his climax, young and inexperienced. ‘Inexperienced’ certainly no longer applied to Sairai, not after her crash courses over the past few days. She bucked back against the minotaur filling her deepest folds, enjoying the rocking sensation as the massive beast thrust, all the while continuing to pleasure the quivering young bull in front of her. She knew he was close.
It happened quickly. She felt a strong thrust against her mouth, but she locked her lips fixed around him and sucked as hard as she could against his flare. Suddenly she was gagging, her mouth full of his seed. She bit back the urge to pull him away, instead swallowing what she could as the excess spilled forcefully out of her mouth, running down her chin and his shaft. His normally black cock glistened white in moments. He thrust again, filling her mouth again, moaning in ecstasy. The thrill of being filled with so much semen pouring into and out of her, in addition to the special excitement she felt of what she surely believed was taking a young minotaur teenager’s virginity was enough to bring her to a paralyzing climax, and she took her mouth off of him, crying out loudly. Her internal walls gushed, squeezing the minotaur who was already stretching her pussy to its limits. She felt him take a firmer grip between her shoulders, moaning into her back as he too came, releasing violently as he humped her, lifting her hind legs off the ground with his force.
Even as she felt the warm explosion within her, the young minotaur thrust again, stub tail flapping excitedly, trying to make his first orgasm last forever. His extra seed splattered her all over her face. She quickly placed her hand over his tip, trying to deflect the recent barrage, but on his next thrust, his ejaculate had to go somewhere. It sprayed out from between her fingers, flying everywhere. It struck her and him, the one pounding her between her legs, even hitting the cave walls. She removed her hand, and simply let him cover her with it, pointing the pulsing head on parts of her body like a water pail. Meanwhile, she could feel even more seed pouring out of her cunt and running down her legs, to join a lake of muddy cum on the ground beneath her. When they were done, and the minotaur pulled out of her, a wrist-thick river of semen began flowing out of her - she had never seen so much. She stood there, overwhelmed, while her lovers backed off, panting and exhausted.
She was thoroughly satisfied, but she looked back in horrified excitement to realize there were at least eight more minotaurs now, waiting with eager looks, two of whom she swore had already taken her. She was beginning to worry that she would die of exhaustion. Her eyes widened when another minotaur approached her, her legs spread. He seemed unconcerned that she was completely covered in the combined fluids of the five other minotaur, and he approached with a mischievous grin, his loincloth already removed. She could do nothing as he mounted her, grabbing her around her barrel. He was amazingly strong, and was as tall as any minotaur she had yet seen. She wagered he was the oldest of the minotaur here, or at least had the most authority. He was huge. She waited expectantly for him to simply ram it in her, but she was instead surprised as he lifted her entire body, turning her over until he was lying on his back on the cave floor, still holding her round belly. She was on her back, lying heavily on the minotaur, and she could feel his long erection pressing against her vaginal lips. She was splayed out, her legs spread, with all the minotaurs watching excitedly as the beast prepared to enter her.
She gasped as she felt him shift, the tip of his long erection now lined up neatly with her tail hole. She had only a moment to experience horror at his intentions before he pulled her down onto his cock, spreading her anus a good four inches with one forceful push. She reeled from the pain, almost blacking out. When she could focus again, she found herself neatly pinned on the great beast's penis, with him licking her neck in a surprisingly gentle manner, his arms around her human belly caressing her. This was in stark contrast to his forceful entry that even now was causing her immense pain. He had filled her rectum completely, his full three feet spreading her apart at least five inches. He held her there, not thrusting, letting her get used to his girth. The other minotaurs watched the show, with a great view of her legs splayed, her sopping pussy glowing just above where the minotaur had penetrated her. She was still leaking seed, and it gently spread out over the minotaur's throbbing penis.
She gasped, tears covering her face as she tried to deal with the pain. Her tail hole was stretched a good deal further than the already incredibly endowed stallion had managed to achieve, and the minotaur had entered her much deeper. But his gentle caresses as her rapist moved his immense hands to her large breasts had a calming effect. She gripped his arms, trying to feel safe in his strong grasp. The minotaur moved his licking to her cheek, and then made a strange grunt, which seemed to be directed at the group of minotaurs watching.
He held her tightly, holding her in place as one of the other minotaurs approached her. She watched nervously, unsure what was going on, as the second creature knelt before her, placing his hands on her splayed hind legs and peering between them. She was somewhat distracted from the pain of the steel shaft pinning her in place, but his gentle caresses could only go so far. She saw the new arrival lower his head, placing his tongue firmly on her mound before beginning to lap her up.
She arched her back, moaning as the beast ran his tongue along her most sensitive parts, swallowing whatever he could. Her underbelly was soaked with the seed of the minotaurs who had gone before him. She could barely contain herself when the minotaur began probing her depths, drinking in the mixture of elk, gryphon, stallion, human, lion, and minotaur that resided in her belly. While he ate her out eagerly, delighting in the unique flavor, he placed his large, soft hands on her equine teats, rubbing them gently even as the minotaur underneath her rubbed her human breasts. She quivered in their grasp, momentarily forgetting the pain in her ass.
The three started to pant and slowly grind against each other, their excitement growing. The larger one gave an experimental thrust, but was met with a painful gasp from the centaur filly. He decided she wasn't ready for that yet, and ceased. It took a great deal of willpower on his part, as the other minotaur was lapping rather carelessly in his excitement, his tongue running across the larger one's balls, and slluuuurrrping straight up his shaft up to the point where it was embedded in Sairai's tail hole. He clenched his teeth and tried to resist the urge to start ramming himself into her, hard.
When the minotaur had finished drinking all he could, he stood and leaned forward, displaying his monstrous erection. Sairai's eyes widened, knowing he intended to take her, then and there, despite the elder minotaur filling her up as completely as she could ever imagine. She could do nothing to resist however, completely immobilized, even if she felt any resistance she might offer would help. The younger stud scaled her helpless body until he lay on top of her, putting both their weights on the strong minotaur beneath her. She felt his tip pressing firmly against her wet, sore, opening, but her many trials of late has prepared her body well, and she was not even aching. At least, not her pussy. She gripped him around his muscular body, his head lined up almost with her neck, as he split her apart, driving his massive shaft between her lips. Again, she almost blacked out from the force and the feeling of the two enormous cocks plunged so deeply into her. She cried out mindlessly.
While the elder minotaur held her place, the younger one began eagerly thrusting. He pounded her with unprecedented force, and he began to sweep his tongue between her breasts, while the bigger beast used each hand to spread them apart. She was overwhelmed again, as he rocked into her, his throbbing member pressing against her cervix. She could hear the two minotaurs’ balls colliding wetly with each thrust, and they moaned together, even though the elder still resisted his urge to start thrusting. She moaned in concert with them, finding it difficult to think. There were so many sensations, from the giant cocks spreading her two internal passages completely, to the feel of their fur as it rubbed against her back and belly, to their massive tongues running forcefully along her neck and breasts. She could see little, but she could hear the slurping sound of his penis squishing into and out of her, and the slapping sound of their balls colliding. She could barely hear their panting, moaning, and grunting over her own frenzied whinnies and moans of lust. The young bull groaned and shuddered with his thrusts as he and Sairai rested their foreheads together, climax quickly approaching their sweat-wicked bodies. She didn’t take a single breath that wasn’t laced with a moan. Foreheads touching, their eyes locked, and the young minotaur grunted fiercely and lunged, locking his muzzle to hers in a hard, domineering kiss.
This time, Sairai was ready. She eagerly met his attack, turning her head and sealing against his lips with her teeth, knowing he could handle it. Her short human tongue was obviously no match for his foot-long appendage, but she still fought valiantly, thrusting as deep as she could and scooping up any hybrid saliva she could find, before ensnaring his tongue still and sucking on it possessively, as if trying to pull it out of his mouth herself. The young minotaur’s growls faded to deep moans, reciprocated through the girl as she shot every free limb she had out to yank him closer. A thrilled rumble vibrated Sairai underneath her, nearly distracting her competing oral clash with her forward lover, but she quickly ignored it… until a second tongue, belonging to the elder minotaur behind her, lapped forcefully against her cheek, leaving a big trail of slobber up and down her face. Before she could even sputter, the tongue kept moving, now blanketing both their faces as he grunted and hummed. With virtually no hesitation, the younger bull opened his mouth, and the elder invaded his way in, dragging Sairai’s tongue with him into a three-way kiss. Lips may have clashed and melded together awkwardly and uncomfortably, but the bulls’ and human’s tongues were surging outwards, sandwiching Sairai’s before sharing the younger minotaur’s, or battling the two alone. Shudders were traded among the threesome as more insatiable licks swiped and speared across and inside mouths.
Then she felt the young bull explode within her, adding his seed to the ever-growing collection that filled her belly. Wrapped around him, Sairai gasped when he suddenly pulled away from her lips and returned to her chest. He nipped her breasts a little too hard in his excitement, pinching her sensitive nipple. Yet again she experienced an orgasm, her body shivering uncontrollably as she gushed her own internal fluids against the stream of semen entering her and, finding little to no room within her, sprayed out of her, splattering both beasts' cocks. He filled her dutifully, until he was drained. Grunting, he collapsed on top of her. Wrapping her arms back around his shoulders, she panted.
He pulled himself off of her, the elder minotaur still merely holding her in place. She leaked onto his penis, which was now well-lubricated by the young stud's fluids. He thrust again, and this time, Sairai only moaned. She was well spent, and too tired to resist. Besides, her rectum had had time to adjust to the large intruder, and the new lubricant worked wonders. He began to move her gently up and down on his steel shaft, while Sairai panted, trying to catch her breath.
The next minotaur in line wasted no time, however, kneeling as the other had done, sniffing her soaked privates. She relaxed as his soft tongue began to probe her, again lapping up the cocktail pouring out of her. It served to relax her, even as she was being penetrated by the impossibly large minotaur underneath her. He also cared less about where his tongue led, however, as the young minotaur errant licks were striking his balls again, and he found himself again having a hard time resisting his instinctual urge to go to town on the poor centaur's ass.
Soon, almost against the filly's will, her body was asking for more again. The minotaur's probing licks were causing a building excitement which she could not contain. She called out pleadingly to the great beast, demanding he take her. Hearing her, he wasted no more time, and in moments he was on her, pushing his way eagerly into her belly. They grabbed each other, grunting and panting as he thrust inexpertly within her, causing her internal walls to glow with anticipation. She could feel the elder minotaur slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper into her rump, but that only served to excite her even more, as the pain had long gone, returning to a deep, heated craving. She began to thrust back against both of them, and before she knew it, she climaxed again, gripping the young stud tightly as she quivered in his grasp. He could hold on no longer, and she could feel the fluid pumping out of his balls and running through his cock, to be released deep within her. She groaned, slick with sweat and semen, and her heart felt like it had been racing for eternity.
The one below her was increasing the pace of his thrusts, meeting no complaint from the young filly, while her most recent lover backed off of her, a sloppy grin on his face. By now, the constant attention was getting to the poor girl, and when the next minotaur began licking her mound, she was again aching, despite all the practice she had had. There was nothing to be done, however, other than ride it out, as a new minotaur cleaned her out, and then sandwiched her once more, even while the elder minotaur was finally picking up speed, grabbing her more forcefully around the breasts and pumping her ass with vigor. Sairai was drowning in exhausted ecstasy, but she was still drowning. She knew that if this kept up until all the minotaurs were completely sated, that she would be dead. She wondered if that would stop them.
When this third mate was releasing within her, the elder minotaur joined him, pushing into her hard, causing her to grimace in pain as he filled her tail hole with his seed. The two streams of fluid joined as the drained out of her pussy and her ass, flowing gently onto the great beast's cock. Sairai laid back and took them, hoping that somehow she could ride out the storm. She was glad the elder minotaur was finally done with her.
That turned out to be false though. Despite having filled her with unsurpassed amounts of semen, he seemed to be as hard afterward as before. She could still feel his firm shaft pinning her in place, spreading her apart. Moments before, he was climaxing within her, and already he was beginning to thrust excitedly into her now well-lubricated tail hole. She was astonished, awed, and frightened, and barely noticed when the next bull in line began raping her. The two pounded her as the others had keeping her insides completely occupied. The one on top could hold it in no longer, filling her again as she had been so many times before, while the one below her was ramping up his thrusts. It wasn't until her fifth simultaneous mate had entered her, pounded her, and was releasing within her that the elder minotaur joined in again. They both flooded her with semen while she groaned, exhausted, humiliated, and rapturous, but completely helpless to do anything about it. Again, the iron rod under her tail remained firm.
Again and again the minotaurs took her, while the old beast below her held her in place with his never-ending erection. They filled her repeatedly, some repeat customers, some appearing to be new minotaurs from deeper in the cave. There were at least twenty-three of the creatures now, and she knew that they could continue this indefinitely. She relaxed, preparing for the end she knew was coming peacefully. Her consciousness was fading, but thankfully, it was fading in a sea of indescribable bliss. At least she wasn't being eaten by griffons. When she could manage, when she could build up enough energy, she met their eager attentions with her own, hoarsely moaning and cumming along with them.
It was when she had lost all hope, mindlessly sucking on the tongue of a minotaur that was passionately kissing her, that it happened. A large explosion boomed within, and sparks flew, lighting up the dark cave. She was temporarily blinded, and when she could see again, she saw streaks of fire striking the walls, flaring up and causing the minotaurs that were standing around, waiting, to recoil in fear. She felt the elder minotaur pull her off of his cock, and she found her insides empty for the first time in hours. She was too exhausted to stand, and lay there trying to figure out what was going on. The fires roared and the minotaurs fled down the cavern.
Something had saved her, but she was not about to risk hope. She knew with her luck that it would be a dragon who would surely rape her senseless, and then painfully devour her. She relaxed, closing her eyes, unwilling to face her next challenge, just wishing for the cold release of death. She heard whatever it was approach, and she lay there immobile, unresponsive in a small ocean of semen.
Her eyes popped open in shock when she heard her teacher's voice say, astonished, "Sairai?"
Chapter 9: Part Nine
Summary:
For the past week, Sairai has been raped, coerced, suggested, dominated, worshiped, pampered, pleasured and overwhelmed by dozens of males, hundreds of times in a whirlwind of tears, orgasms, and a world she'd never known in her short, fourteen-year life. Her only solace was that at least all of her partners (some willing, mostly unwilling) were at least incompatible, so she never had to worry about getting pregnant from any of them...until today. Now, after falling deeply into a cave packed with minotaur—first literally, then lustfully—Sairai, after losing her willpower in a non-stop marathon orgy with these wild yet passionate creatures, is now forced to grow up even more, as without a doubt she's stuffed pregnant with the cum of two-dozen fertile potential fathers. The only thing left now is to face the music, with the help of the centaur teacher who saved her life.
Chapter Text
As her faculties quickly returned, Sairai looked up — or rather, down — at the inverted visage of alarmed shock upon the face of her centaur teacher, Saldrin. She quickly rolled to her feet, straining her sore body. She blushed, as she was covered in gallons of semen from her recent ordeal, but Saldrin merely looked extremely concerned. He said, "Sairai, what are you doing out here? Are you alright?"
She replied softly, "I was...I'm okay. I was protecting our elk from gryphons, and I escaped to...to this cave." She found talking difficult. It seemed as though it had been an eternity since she had held a two-sided conversation.
He looked her over, causing her to blush again, and said, "Good gods, girl...I cannot imagine what you've been through. Let's get you out of here."
He turned, walking down the winding cave tunnel, ignoring the still burning fires, evidence of his rather spectacular rescue. Sairai had known he was a shaman, but she had not realized how powerful he was. Saldrin taught her mostly history, and other obscure topics, like lineages, and how to breed good stock. He was a rough looking centaur, about her father's age. Early on, Saldrin had split from the other centaurs, focusing not on herding, but on magic, to follow in his father's footsteps as the shaman of the tribe. Oftentimes it proved useful to have a magician on your side, and Saldrin had taken to his lessons well.
Despite his age, he still looked quite handsome, a strong jaw and dark brown hair framing his head. The fillies in the tribe always talked about him behind their backs, and many had had crushes on him when they had been taking remedial lessons from him. In her youth, Sairai was bashfully one of those giggling schoolgirls. But this was completely different. Yes, he had saved her life, but he knew the extent to which such an ordeal would tax a young girl mentally. He had no idea, however, just how much she had gone through in the past few days.
Sairai felt extremely guilty, and she wasn't sure why. She knew that none of the sexual awakening that had roared with her body over the past few days was truly her fault, and she knew that her teacher knew only of the minotaurs. He couldn't possibly know how much she had enjoyed it, especially her time with the two bucks who had taken her virginity back home. She followed him obediently, nervous, wondering if there would be any consequences.
They soon reached a bubbling stream, and she heard Saldrin stop, and say quietly, "This is the same river that runs near your farm. You can clean up in here..." He took great measures not to look at her, and this frightened the young girl. She quickly submerged herself in the water, cleaning herself off, finally, quite relieved to be done with that ordeal, and alive to boot. As gentle as some of the minotaurs had been, they would have killed her eventually, if only from the exhaustion. She had served to pleasure at least twenty of the bull-like creatures, several more than once.
He placed his staff in the ground, and spoke softly, still not looking at her as she washed. He said, "Sairai...I am sorry for what you experienced - I wish only that I could have arrived sooner. But even as distressed as you must be, I must speak with you. You are aware of...the history of minotaurs?"
She nodded, but when she realized he wasn't watching her bathe, she quickly replied, "Yes…I do."
He continued, "Then you realize that minotaurs… are solely male, and can only propagate by mating the females of other species." He glanced at her briefly, almost as if afraid to do so, before looking away once more and continuing gravely, "I… do not know how long you were held captive, but… with so many of them…" he trailed off, avoiding the most obvious implications he had witnessed. But then Saldrin turned back to her, only to gather her attention, “Sairai… you are… undoubtedly pregnant – with a minotaur child.”
Sairai had suspected this, but hearing it from her learned teacher brought it home. She hadn't expected to survive her admittedly heavenly orgy, so she hadn’t allowed that thought to cross her mind.
Until now…
She said, "I... I know," quietly.
She soon felt a strong hand gently cup her chin, lifting her face to Saldrin, who was standing directly in front of her, fully facing the young centauress for the first time since leaving the caves. He spoke softly, "I admire your strength, in hearing that. I know nothing that can help you avoid that fate - we can merely hope that you were not ready; that you were too young. Time will tell, child, and if the gods are merciful, you will be spared that fate. No minotaur child can be tamed, and would soon need to be exiled… or slain."
Sairai nodded quietly, finishing washing up while her mentor restored her privacy. It was nice to remove the sticky fluid from her coat and skin, though she darkly knew that her womb was overfilled with gallons of seed, of so many varying amounts of consistency and viscosity. If there was any left from the cervine elk father and son, the feral breeding stallions, the three human men, the fully grown cave lion, and the two excited griffon brothers, most — if not all — of it was forced out, or absorbed, by the never-ending, life giving orgasms of those twenty-three minotaurs. She could do nothing about that now, just as she could have done nothing when the bipedal beasts, four-legged ferals, and heathenistic humans had taken her, again and again, and again. She announced to Saldrin that she was done bathing. He was looking away, but said, "Very well, girl. I know you must tend your animals at home, but you have much to think about, and you must be weary. My farmstead is nearer from here, and it would honor me if you would stay for a day or two to rest before heading back."
Sairai was relieved, unsure she could make the distance home on her tired legs. She said, graciously, "I would be honored, teacher." She smiled up at him, for he was almost a foot taller than she was. He returned the smile, though awkwardly, and minced his feet slightly, appearing unsure.
The two centaur walked along the river, mostly silent, as they made their way towards Saldrin’s home. Although he seemed to appear more comfortable around her, seemingly due to becoming used to her nudity after washing herself clean, Sairai still noticed that her teacher’s gaze still avoided her whenever possible, and avoided talking about the state he found her in entirely. She supposed he could hardly be blamed for the behavior, after all — it was mortifying, the fact that the person she so highly respected, admired, and secretly had fantasies about, finding her a willing participant in the center of a massive, two-dozen creature orgy, virtually drowning in thick ejaculatory fluid. It flushed her entire upper body crimson, only imagining what he thought of the centauress who grew up with him now. Sairai’s thoughts were interrupted with Saldrin’s concerned reaction to the quickly darkening sky.
He seemed to come to a decision, and said, "It is growing dark already, and we cannot make it all the way home. I had not planned on hearing such a commotion in that cave. We would do best to remain near the stream for the night. You should rest, I will prepare the camp." Sairai nodded in agreement; she was not going to argue with her teacher. She had always valued his wisdom, as did all the members of their tribe.
While she lay peacefully on her belly next to the stream and rested her tired legs, Sairai watched Saldrin make a collection of firewood from the trees surrounding them and started a magical fire to warm her and centralize their temporary shelter. She was grateful. When he was done he said, "I’ll return with food – you’ll need your strength, after so much...” He paused, and this time Sairai couldn’t miss the small shudder running through him. Her heart ached for the disgust he could feel just by glancing at her. “If anything dangerous happens, call for help. I will be nearby to hear you."
She nodded glumly, and he left, but it was not long before he returned with a dead mountain boar, which he began cooking over the fire. It smelled delicious, and when it was finally done, she began to eat. Saldrin was lying down, watching her eat, until she offered, "Aren't you going to have some?"
He seemed startled, and snapped his gaze away in a manner that confused and further sorrowed her. He suddenly faltered, "Ah, I am a mess - please, eat your fill. I will return when I wash off the blood, and… I will eat whatever is left."
Her eyes widened in uncertainty as he left camp, heading downstream to wash up. She watched until he disappeared out of sight. He left without so much as turning to acknowledge her, and she worried that perhaps the pig had injured him… or, perhaps he just could no longer stomach her presence. She knew not what sort of pig could harm her teacher, who could frighten away minotaurs. She could only surmise that it truly was the latter conclusion; her rising self-doubt clouding her judgement into pessimism. She guiltily ate, worried, for a minute, before deciding that she'd better check on him. She finished what she had in her hands, and put the rest of the boar aside so that it would not be burned, and then resolutely stood, heading quickly downstream.
Around the bend, however, she did not find him, the stream empty. Her self-loathing immediately extinguished, this only amplified her worries; but she had been well trained by her father as a tracker, and she followed the shaman’s footsteps into the forest. Where had he gone? It was only a few hundred feet before she found him, peering through the bushes he had passed through not long ago. He lay in the clearing beyond, oblivious to her or to anything, and she quietly gasped when her eyes took him in.
Saldrin was lying on his side, bent over tightly, but not in pain. He was stretching, reaching as far beneath himself as he could. He could just barely reach the tip of his angrily throbbing, gorgeous erection, and he was rubbing himself furiously, his chest heaving with needful grunts and deep breaths. She stopped in her tracks, still obscured by the bush. Centaur were almost entirely unable to masturbate, as sadly their hands, arms and genitals were on complete opposing sides of their bodies, and several feet away — both horizontally, and vertically. Any who could do so without help were notoriously terrible at doing so, and many were not even as flexible as Saldrin appeared to be. She could hardly believe what she was watching, and it quickly revived her childhood fantasies about the handsome centaur when she was younger.
Centaur modesty was such that she had certainly seen his sheath and penis many times before, but never fully erect. This was certainly a rare sight to behold, and she stayed put, watching with wide eyes and listening with rapt attention as a hand made itself known teasing an areola. She licked her lips, teasing herself to the sight of him teasing himself… until she heard it.
“S…Sai…”
A shudder wracked through both halves of her body as she leaned against a nearby branch, and that tingling, bubbling feeling of need that surfaced each time she submitted herself to so many males, raged within her and surged, shooting fierce arousal to every hair on her head and every strand of fur on her body.
It suddenly clicked now — why he couldn’t stand to look at her the entire day, the reason he tripped on his words nearly every time he spoke to her, and the reason he was even now, attempting so desperately to masturbate in the woods — he wasn’t sickened by his student. He was just as painfully aroused as she was. Both of Sairai’s hands clutched her overworked breasts now, squirming her legs together in a futile attempt to generate friction between her own legs, and wondering if he was imagining taking her bestially for himself, or if he was picturing her lost and drowning in an unidentifiable sea of sweat-shined, multi-toned, seamlessly fucking limbs of those two-dozen minotaur pounding her senseless.
Sairai’s voyeuristic act slowed to a halt, however as she watched piteously — it soon became clear that the effort Saldrin was displaying was more hinderance than help. He could reach his tip, but not without contorting himself painfully, and he would have to stop every once in a while, to regain his breath. He could run his wooden staff against his organic one, and though it seemed to be smoothed down enough for him to not worry about splinters, it was obviously minimally effective. Her poor teacher was clearly frustrated, and with just the tiniest pinpricks of chest-high pleasure Sairai got from the only possible form of masturbation for a lone female centaur… so was she.
The young woman had had enough. It made no sense for the two able-bodied centaur to torture themselves without the pleasure they so sorely needed, and only feet away from each other. She made her presence known, stepping loudly out from the brush and startling her elder. Saldrin quickly rolled to his front, brandishing his staff, and gasped, exclaiming "Sairai!" He quickly knelt down in an attempt to hide his eagerly twitching erection, although he went beet red from blushing, knowing that she had been watching him for a period of time. “W-what are you—?”
“You had me worried, dear teacher,” Sairai spoke gently, yet confidently as she marched straight towards him. “I thought you injured and that you needed my help. I’m glad you are alright, but the latter is clearly still the case.”
"Please, Sairai, return to the camp." He stumbled lamely, "I’ll… be back shortly."
She shook her head. “No.”
“What!?”
His pupil advanced upon him without hesitancy. As she was standing over the embarrassed teacher still hiding his arousal, she looked furious. Saldrin easily towered a foot over her at their standing height. He was strong enough to overpower her with his firm muscles and powerful equine barrel. Even further, with his expertise of magic, he could incinerate her where she stood if it ever need be. But at this moment… he was terrified of his much younger student.
“Saldrin…I cannot allow you to suffer like this. Let me help you," she suggested boldly. Eyes wide, he shook.
"You can't mean..." he fumbled, worry, intrigue and lust warring brutally within the pit of his soul. Every moment of this screamed ‘inappropriate’. But so many voices inside of his head were screaming so many conflicting ideas, solely because of that one word. He said, "Sairai, I can’t — I have tutored you since you were a young filly… you are very nearly family to me… and I am happily mated! I could not betray my beloved wife!"
Wait – why had his marriage come last in his reasoning?
It didn’t matter — the two thumps of Sairai’s front hooves stomping divots in the grass in front of Saldrin jolted him out of his conflicted reverie, their chests now touching.
“You saved my life today,” she hissed into his ear. The student’s desire was overflowing, making her pant, tremble and shudder against him, as though she were stranded in Northrend. “I want to repay you.”
She aimlessly rubbed her face against his cheek and neck, barely able to even keep her focus, as her newest lover tried so hard to restrain himself.
“You need this, my brilliant and wise teacher… and I need you.”
Her arms slunk around the amorous adult’s shoulders. She sought out his lips while he looked down into her eyes, his body starting to pant and shudder, too.
“It’s not like I haven’t done this before… you already bore witness to that. Your wife never needs to kn—nmmgh…”
Finally, the string pulled so taut within him snapped, and Saldrin easily closed the distance, kissing Sairai hungrily, as he sucked in a mighty lungful of air. The sudden lunge of passion crashed into her so violently, she experienced a miniature paroxysm on the spot, slumping against his shoulders with a whimper that he quickly swallowed. She turned her head with an expert touch, and without daring to break their sealed lips, he slowly started to extend all four legs, standing back up to meet her more comfortably, while his turgid cock flared and spit precum across the soft earth.
Both equine hybrids were shivering now, digging feverishly into each other’s mouths and clasping their arms around their bare backs. Saldrin was being swallowed up in taboo excitement, his mind clouded by lust. He had in fact been thinking of Sairai throughout the day, though it made him feel guilty, especially his visions of her being raped mercilessly by minotaurs. He could hardly believe such a thing could arouse him, but it did, and now that arousal was impairing his judgment. Saldrin kissed her faster, desperately — like he was a young colt once more. When they eventually separated, he pressed their foreheads together, panting shallowly against each other’s lips.
Sairai’s loving whisper: “Lay down. L…let me…”
He simply nodded, and lowered his body, smelling the musk of sweat rolling down her slightly cum-plump stomach, and rolled onto his back, trying not to think about what he was doing. Sairai approached quickly, before he could change his mind. She knelt beside the horny old centaur, and placed her soft hands on his firm shaft. He released a howling moan, shrouded in equal parts disbelieving incredulity and blessed cathartic relief. She did for him what he could not do himself, running her hands along his entire shaft, teasing his tip and clutching his hefty balls, while he flicked his tail in ecstasy. She could hardly believe she was doing this for her teacher, and she could’t help but smile inwardly, knowing that her childhood girlfriends would be envious.
His body tensed when he felt her tongue gently on his tip, before she pressed him partially into her mouth and began suckling. He moaned and whimpered, unable to resist her attentions, and started thrusting weakly against her lips. The elder centaur spared a glance at his student so tenderly nursing him. Considering the friendship that he and Sairai’s father shared, he knew the parent would be furious with him if he saw this. But Saldrin didn't care. Not right now.
She demonstrated her skill, using the same techniques as on the young minotaur whom she introduced to sex not eighteen hours ago: Turning her head as she lapped at his precum, twisting both hands to gently build friction, occasionally bringing a palm up to directly stimulate the flexing flare, until his squirming grew in frequency. She released him entirely, leaving him humping the air. She panted, huskily, "I need you, Saldrin. I need you in me." She was worried that if she took him past the brink with her hands, that he would come to his senses and refuse to return the favor, and she was desperately in need at this point. But Saldrin was not completely gone, yet.
He shook his head firmly. "No, girl. I cannot. My wife...your honor. What if I made in you a foal?"
She stepped over his prone excited state, watching him struggle weakly between his desire for release and his desire to uphold his own principles. She said, "My honor left with those minotaurs, teacher. And if by some miracle I can give birth to your foal, instead of a minotaur's calf...? Please… it may be my only hope."
He had convinced himself that perhaps it would lower her chances of suffering one of those monster's babies if he could compete against them, and this was enough to finally make his decision for him. He stood, with a purpose, looking at Sairai. She smiled at him and turned, spreading her legs and holding her tail aside, in a gesture that had become very familiar to her in the past couple of days. She had thought she might never want sex again after the twenty-three minotaurs had filled her womb forty-four times, but she wanted Saldrin inside of her like she had never wanted anything else.
He moved up behind her, placing his hands on his pupil's rump, hardly believing what he was about to do to her. He was happily mated, but his wife was the furthest thing from his mind as he stood behind one of his most attractive students. This was not the first time he had thought of Sairai, though he had dwelled on each of the fillies in his class at one time or another. He looked down at her moist entrance and her willing pose, begging him to enter her. He could take it no longer.
She felt him mount her suddenly, his weight rivaling that of the stallions that had taken her on the second day. His body felt so warm against her back and rump, his fur nestled gently against hers as she felt his strong forelegs gripping her on either side of her barrel. She looked back over her shoulder, beaming with overjoyed arousal, watching him as he pulled himself forward until he adjusted his forelegs, ready to service the young filly. Finally… finally, after thirty-nine sexual partners and more than two-hundred and forty penetrations over the past four days, Sairai no longer had to pretend that the creature pounding her rump was a handsome centaur lover, because this time it was true. She spread her legs and shivered, whimpering in anticipation.
He could hold himself back no longer after hearing her lustful cry. He pushed his eager cock up against his half-aged student, sliding wetly into her hot, well-used opening. He thought about how often the minotaurs must have filled her up, how they must have raped her constantly and mercilessly, and how unimaginably horrible that was… and how disturbingly turned on he was by it; more than anything had done to him in so many years. Thrusting harder and shuddering uncontrollably, he pushed himself deeply into her. He was surprised to find that she was fairly tight despite having surely accommodated much larger erections only hours before.
Sairai outright howled in ecstasy, climaxing right from the hind-legged jump as, for the very first time in her life, she was finally taken by another of her own kind. She felt him pulsing deep within her, rapidly thrusting against her smaller frame. She had no trouble holding her ground against him though - he was more gentle than any of the beasts who had taken her before. And his firm shaft seemed to be just the right size, fitting snugly within her. It was hard for Sairai to believe that she was taking her former teacher. She had dreamt of him so many times, but the real thing was quite a bit more fulfilling. Then she felt him wrap his hands around her human abdomen, steadying himself.
The two moaned and whinnied loudly, but only the forest animals could hear their pleased grunts, or the wet sound of each powerful thrust, or the slapping of the elder centaur's meaty, pendulous balls against his mare's teats. Saldrin shot his hands up her body, snatching up her breasts firmly as if he somehow planned to steal them. Another climax swept through Sairai’s body, overwhelmed at the first touch of her breasts by someone else. Her whole life she had caressed her own breasts as a pitiful substitute for masturbation — the activity heavily increasing as she was being violated recently, but the feeling of another doing it was phenomenal. He was so gentle and warm, so passionate and loving. She launched herself backward against him with lustful force, timing each counter thrust as hard as she could to lock that bulging flare within her cervix, and placing her own hands on his to rub her breasts harder.
But both horny centaurs were already well stimulated, and it was only moments before the amazing feelings they were sharing caused young Sairai to explode within, her third consecutive orgasm wracking her body. She shrieked his name repeatedly, her internal fluids gushing around her teacher's throbbing cock, as her first intraspecies sexual experience was now complete. Saldrin could no longer resist either, and he flagged his tail high, proudly exposing his own untouched pucker as it winked and pulsed, kicking his orgasm into high tide. He whinnied loudly in triumph as he penetrated her as completely as he could, ejaculating deep within her. He hoped that perhaps his seed would perhaps beat the minotaurs'. He prayed that he would make his young student heavy with foal. As Saldrin’s orgasm started to die down, and he quivered in ecstasy, he tapered them off with a harder, harder, more forceful thrust, lifting their legs off the ground, each one squirting into her cervical opening, and filling his filly with more and more of his hopefully life-giving semen.
In the midst of their powerful orgasms, Sairai turned back over her shoulder, watching her teacher as pleasure shown across his face in waves as he filled her up. They fit idyllically together — not halfway draped over her equine back, not biting or pinching her spine painfully, not barely reaching her bottom teats, not so large it posed a threat to her mortality, but face to face, inches apart. The perfect lover.
She reached back to him, pulling him to her, and she kissed him deeply, passionately, as she had always wanted to. He did not hesitate, and they continued their desperate kiss from when she caught him, their tongues entwined. She only wished that this had been her first kiss, not the many (admittedly gentle) minotaurs who had forced their tongues as well as their cocks into her. Even as their orgasms died, the two centaur hungrily sealed their lips together, taking gasps of breath for scant quick seconds, before lunging back together.
When they were eventually done, there was little talk between them. The two merely smiled at each other, giggling like giddy teenagers. Sairai fit the bill, being only fourteen, but Saldrin must have been at least thirty-five. They returned to camp and finished the remainder of their meal. Saldrin minimized his guilt at having cheated on his wife by convincing himself that he was doing this for Sairai, to combat the odds of public humiliation and somehow spare her her fate. He ignored the nagging doubts in his mind that his small contribution could not possibly compete with the gallons of fluids he had seen on the floor of the cave, much less the amount that had remained within her womb. He ignored the doubts that he felt, knowing that he had often fantasized about taking his female students, and that he had often imagined his own wife were one of them. He did not indulge his doubts when Sairai spoke up again.
She said, "Teacher...the minotaurs… they were rather persistent before you found me. I think you might have a better chance at siring a foal if there were… more to contribute."
Her coy grin and flicking tail was all he needed before he found himself kissing her once more, briefly, then ordering his schoolchild to turn around and mounting the young girl again, even though he knew his wife and her father would kill him if they knew. She was so young, and beautiful, and innocent, and she needed his seed within her. He would provide. She felt so good around him, and she wanted him so much - he could not deny her. Three times more that night she asked for his aid, and three times more he gave it to her, groaning behind her neck, pushing himself between her young folds and adding a larger, but still meager contribution to the pool of semen within her. He knew it wouldn't make a difference. He knew that the seed splitting within her just had to be a minotaur. He knew that he didn't care if his efforts were futile when they felt this good. It was after their fifth time together, that the exhausted pair of centaurs slept, teacher lodged and softening deep withing pupil.
Chapter 10: Part Ten
Summary:
Sairai and Saldrin finally arrive at his humble abode, revealing one set of her secrets while keeping another, while she keeps her own. There, she meets the rest of his family, and incidentally, his family-to-be, and finally has another chance to rest before heading back home.
Ah, but the fable always states that there is no rest for the wicked! But do the wicked really want rest, when it means less time for fun?
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In the morning, Sairai and her teacher spoke little of what happened, and Saldrin felt a little embarrassed by his conduct. The two centaur trotted in silence into the hills where Saldrin lived, passing by majestic oak trees and crossing gentle streams. Saldrin’s home came into view, a nice little villa on a cliff overlooking a shallow river. The main house stood at the edge of the cliff, with a second building that was smaller but comfortable nearby. In the distance were the stables, for Saldrin and his family also kept a few elk for sustenance.
Saldrin spoke, trying to behave as though he hadn't vigorously mated his former student five times the night before. "We will set you up in the extra guest room. My daughter and her betrothed are in the guest house until their marriage next week. I'll...need to tell them all why you're here," he added, grimly.
Sairai nodded. "It's alright, teacher."
He continued, "Tomorrow morning, you can head back home. I'm sure the elk will want to be milked and fed."
She gave a small smile, showing her teeth, and said, "They can be very hungry… especially the males." She added the last statement with a knowing blush, both dreading and yearning to ‘milk’ Actaeon and Randy again.
He nodded and headed inside to tell his wife and daughter, and the strapping young centaur that would soon become his son-in-law. Then Sairai was shown into the guest room, a small private room in the back of the main house with comfortable pillows and a soft bed.
Conversation was awkward at lunch as Sairai met Saldrin's wife, Hendi, his daughter, Jilla, and her betrothed, Chedl. They were all nice centaurs and all, but it was clear that everyone was mincing around the reason for Sairai's visit: that she was being “viciously raped by a pack of minotaurs” when Saldrin found and rescued her, and that she was now pregnant with one of their accursed spawn. Of course, he wouldn’t dare mention that the ‘pack’ consisted of nearly two dozen, or that in truth, Sairai was offering herself to them enthusiastically… or his repeated attempts last night to flush out their semen with his.
Such a grim, unusual scene weighed heavily on all their minds, and the elk in the room was not just the fact that the magical bull-creatures had impregnated the young filly — there were no female minotaurs, and the males impregnated females of any species whose path they crossed, and the resulting offspring (assuming the female survived the rather violent onslaughts) were always minotaurs — but the almost certain result of such a birth.
In a few months, Sairai's belly would grow large, and when the time came, she would give birth to a little monster, one who would grow up to inevitably kill or rape anything he came across. The centaur elders would surely demand the beast either be exiled or killed immediately. Sairai was trying not to think about it, but Saldrin's family could think of nothing else, though common decency prevented them from mentioning it. This led to a very stilted, quiet lunch conversation about the care of elk, and occasionally about whom Hendi had seen the other day. At least Jilla, on the other hand, was slightly more amenable to break the tension, having another female her age to converse with. Jilla was about the same age as Sairai, but was taught by someone other than Saldrin, to avoid appearing nepotistic. She had the same light blonde fur and flowing blonde hair as Sairai. To the untrained eye, they could be sisters. She seemed to speak up more often, helping Sairai take her mind off matters and generally being more animated in her behavior. It helped ease the worried centauress, and for that she was grateful that she was making a fast friend.
After lunch, Sairai offered to help Saldrin with chores, hoping that menial tasks would help distract her. On the way to the stables with the older centaur, she found out that his mind had been wandering elsewhere, however. As soon as he discerned that they were alone, he whispered, "Sairai...I..."
She looked at him curiously, as he gently pulled her behind the stables. Why the secrecy, she wondered. The teacher wrapped his arms around her shoulders, visibly flustered.
He said, "I… I can't stop thinking about...last night. About you. I need you, Sairai. My blood just rages… I tried to deny it, but..." He blushed deeply, feeling like a reckless child again, hardly thinking with his mind. He really did feel sorry for the girl, and he knew that he should let it go, but... the sight of her… impaled on two massive bull-man cocks, lifting her off the ground on their sheer arousal alone… her lips lovingly and lazily grasping and nursing on one of the minotaurs’ wide flat tongue as he desperately bred her… those same lips consuming him as she and Saldrin panted, grunted and whinnied against each other again and again, less than a day ago. He’d never felt younger, more sexually charged in his life, and it excited him to no end. She was leaving tomorrow anyway, so what could one more night hurt? He didn't even bother lying to himself anymore that sleeping with her could make her take his baby instead of a minotaur.
She was startled, hissing: "But your wife...she's right here!"
He didn't hesitate to disregard his wife, responding, "It's you I want, Sairai. Tonight...when the sun has completely set...sneak out to the hayloft, and I'll meet you there."
Before Sairai knew it, he stepped forward and pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss, gentle and soft compared to yesterday, but still longing and lustful. She instinctively relented to his curious tongue, but she remained uncertain. This was different from before, and she wasn't sure she could so simply allow him to cheat on his wife with her in such close proximity, but he was her teacher, and she trusted him. She broke apart from him, nodding and agreeing to at least speak with him that night, but left him to do the chores alone, giving herself time to think.
The sun was soon setting down to the tree-line, pretty colors filling the sky, as she wandered over by the stables. They provided the elk refuge from storm and wind, but this evening there was a notable stillness in the air. She watched the elk grazing, being careful not to look at the males. Not that she expected to find herself entering their pen and offering herself to them, but she had better not take any such risk, considering her willpower when it came to Actaeon and Randy.
She looked the hayloft over, a rickety affair with stacks of compressed hay. It was already dark inside, though she found a rather sizable hole in the wall where the red-hued sky peeked through. In a few hours, Saldrin would be here, looking for her, and she wasn't sure she could resist. She had spent so much time this last week submitting to the whims of males, that she could tell she was developing a habit that would be hard to break. She couldn’t deny that she was having the most pleasurable experiences of her life… but it was completely taking over her life. She wanted — no, needed to break free, and gain some independence, or she wasn't sure what would happen. Perhaps she could start tonight, by not showing up for Saldrin.
Lost in thought, she hardly noticed as Jilla came up behind her and interrupted, saying, "Sairai? I was wondering where you were."
She turned to face her. "What is it, Jilla?"
"I just wanted to give you...you know, my condolences. I'm really sorry about what happened to you," she said, looking down.
"It's in the past now. Don't worry, I'll be okay. Just keep your mind on your marriage next week," Sairai replied with a soft smile, growing as she spoke in a congratulatory tone. “You must be tremendously excited for your day with Chedl; I’m happy for you!”
Jilla paused, and said, "Yeah..."
Sairai was startled. "Is something… wrong? You do want to marry him, don't you?"
She quickly said, "Yes, of course I do!" in protest, before adding more quietly, "I'm just nervous, you know. We've been together a long time, and I love him, I do. But the night of our wedding... I just...don't know what it will be like, I guess. And since you...you know..."
"Since I was… taken by minotaurs?" Sairai inquired, matter-of-factly.
Jilla immediately backed off, saying, "I just...I didn't mean it in that way; I'm sorry, that was horrible. Please accept— "
"It's okay, Jilla, I understand," Sairai interrupted quickly, not wanting the girl to feel guilty. "What...do you want to know? I'll help if I can."
Jilla summoned the strength to ask, "Does it… well, does it hurt?"
Sairai considered this, and her plethora of experiences, before replying, "At first, it does. I don't know about Chedl, but the minotaurs were...big, you know? Certainly larger than centaurs… I think the closest approximation would be… like both my arms together, clasped.” At the sight of Jilla’s terrified expression, she hurriedly added, “He’s definitely not that large. It won't be that bad for you, I promise."
Jilla did not look very reassured, her eyes wide at Sairai's depiction of the size of the monster's erections. "How could that possibly...I don't think I'm ready for that. So much to consider, in one day… I-I haven't even kissed Chedl, yet!"
Sairai chuckled lightly, briefly familiar with the worries of teenage innocence, very briefly. It felt like it was years ago… "You'll be fine, Jilla." She smiled warmly, knowing that kissing really had nothing to do with the consummation. She added the air of sage advice, "Just...spread your legs for him, and he'll do the rest."
There was a big pause as Jilla considered this advice. "But will he...like it? I mean, shouldn't I do something? I don't know how to kiss him, I don't know how to stand, what to say... I don't know anything."
Jilla appeared to be on the verge of tears for concern in anticipation of her marriage consummation, and it struck a chord with Sairai, who, despite being younger than the young filly before her, had learned several hard lessons in the past week that made her the experienced one. She had never suffered in anticipation of several first time experiences she was not aware of until it was upon her, or in this case within her. But she wished she had, and could sympathize with the questioning girl.
Sairai put a hand on her friend’s shoulder, and looked her directly in the eyes, as she spoke in a comforting tone. “Jilla… I promise, you’ve nothing to worry about. If Chedl loves you, he will make sure you feel amazing, just as you will him.” She hesitated, before adding, “You know… several of the minotaurs had kissed me throughout the time they held me captive. It was… transformative — I had never felt such bliss! If you’re still afraid that it might not be enjoyable… I can show you.”
The ‘sister’ flushed nervously at the idea, yet her eyes shone with muted hope. “I… I don’t know if I can — wouldn’t that be betraying him?”
Undeterred, the other ‘sister’ stepped closer, smiling readily. “You can simply think of it as… just practice. I know my older sisters used to do that, before they married."
Jilla blushed at Sairai, pondering the offer. She wanted to be able to please her husband, and she fretted that without some experience beforehand, she would disappoint him. It took only a moment before she nodded and said, "Okay."
Sairai beamed and stood before her, grasping hands and looking into Jilla's eyes. Looking to the doors of the hayloft to see if anyone was approaching, she leaned in to the apprehensive girl, and slowly pushed her lips up against hers. It was a little peck, but Sairai held it for a few seconds, letting the other centaruess learn the unfamiliar feeling. She pulled back about three seconds later and Jilla said, "Is that...all it is?"
Sairai said, "It starts with that," and she blushed a little, thinking back to the desiccated kisses she had shared with Jilla's father less than twenty-four hours before. "But there's more. You have to open your mouth, as things… move forward."
Open her mouth she did, and Sairai stepped forward again, feeling a titillated shiver, and pushing her own open mouth against Jilla’s, and sliding her tongue smoothly into her mouth. The young girl was stunned at the overwhelming influx of new sensations, near-motionless as Sairai began making out with her new friend. Jilla found the attention very strange, but strangely stimulating. Heat coursed through her body, bidding her mouth open wider to invite Sairai’s tongue to dig further, which the other ‘tauress did with growing arousal. A sudden gasp and a high-pitched whine caused Jilla to yank away from their kiss breathlessly, in order for her to discover the source: Sairai’s right hand had firmly grasped Jilla’s naked nubile breast, a thumbnail teasing the nipple into full hardness.
Sairai panted, fumbling to excuse her crossing a boundary: "He’ll-he’ll want to do this next – our nipples are very sensitive since it’s the onl—" That was as far as she got before she was interrupted by another kiss, this time darted forward and initiated by Jilla. Sairai moaned and kissed the girl back rapturously, their arousals quickly feeding off one another.
Sairai felt an adventurous hand cup and squeeze her own breast as Jilla took the initiative, but didn’t stop their feverish liplock like Jilla had. Instead, she wrapped an unoccupied arm around her back, pulling hungrily until their equine halves clopped closer, and soon the two were fondling each other and French kissing with increasing ardor.
Sairai’s nervous system was alight with intense passion, moaning fiercely against Jilla’s burgeoning whimpers and sighs. Mere seconds after being taught how to kiss another person, here Jilla was, battling tongues like a seasoned warrior. She suckled on her tongue for a moment, before ramming her own back into the other female’s mouth: two experimenting lovers on the outside, two bloodthirsty combatants inside their moaning lips. The compounded taboo thrill was sending Sairai’s equine half into quivering spasms, her equine lips undulating out of control. Less than a day ago, she’d had her virginal centaur sexual romp, lasting half the night… and it was with her own teacher — her own married teacher — more than twice her age! Now, on that very same day, her only second sexual experience with a centaur was with his daughter — who was going to be married in a week’s time! And while she occasionally heard the wet smacks and soft, tender moans of her elder sisters as they ‘practiced’ for their future mates, they never allowed her participation; additionally making this her very first time having sex with a female of any species. That decision was already made, as Sairai’s tongue overpowered Jilla’s for the eighteenth time and invaded the other mouth already suckling: Saldrin be damned, she was going to be opening Jilla’s eyes tonight.
Suddenly Jilla stopped, gasping for breath and said, "Wait. We...what if someone comes in? If Father is looking for me?" as she looked toward the slightly ajar door. There was no one nearby, but they were out in the open.
Sairai said, quickly, "There’ll be time to separate behind the stacks haybales in the back if someone comes in." Jilla nodded in understanding and walked briskly toward the rear of the barn, while Sairai moved to close the large doors the rest of the way, inwardly smirking at the point that Jilla didn’t even think about her fiancé. She couldn’t even turn the corner of the shadowy straw piles before Jilla yanked her back in for more lascivious makeout ‘practice’. Sairai gently pushed her back out of sight of the door while reciprocating in full. The furious lust had died down considerably with the break between them, but it was now replaced with excited mischief. There was no less passion in their French kissing marathon; however, their moans and whimpers were now peppered in with childish giggling and tittering at the naughtiness they were getting up to ‘in Daddy’s barn’.
Finally, after another round of kissing broke off into scandalous chuckles and squeals, Sairai eventually caught her breath and softly said, "You do...that for a little while… , or a lot… and then he'll likely want you to touch him. Between his legs. Or he might just want to get on top of you right then."
Jilla says, "And then he'll...he put that thing in me?" still trying to regain her breath. Sairai nodded, and Jilla said, "What do I do?"
"Just turn around, like this," she said, turning so that her rump faced the wide-eyed girl. "Lift your tail and hold it to the side, like so… " she added, presenting herself. "… and he'll get up and push it into you. You'll need to plant your legs apart to hold his weight and give him a nice, good angle."
Jilla looked at Sairai's underside with awe, trying to imagine doing any of that for Chedl. And the wedding was just a week away. She turned away, giving it a shot, looking over her shoulder at Sairai, saying, "Like this?"
"Yes, just like that," turning around again to get a good look at the girl. She hadn't looked so close up at a centaur filly's genitals before, since she wasn't flexible enough to see her own. The curious teenager stepped closer, leaning downward to inspect a vagina for the first time. Captivated, she moaned softly, rubbing her arms up and down Jilla’s flank and pressing their bodies together. The feeling of Sairai’s equine forelegs flush against her hind legs made Jilla shiver, and not with arousal. Such close contact triggered an overexaggerated, grotesque imaginary foresight of Chedl in Sairai’s place, seizing her impatiently before demonically trampling over her with an unnaturally sized monster that would mortally core her out and leave her bleeding to death in pain.
Their little experiment into lesbianism had greatly eased Jilla’s anxieties and stress, but the worries quickly resurfaced with her mind back to the upcoming task. She shivered, "I-I don't think I'm ready. I can't fit something...that big in there! It's… it’s going to hurt, and Chedl...he'll be upset with me, and..."
The pleading tone in her wavering voice filled Sairai with pity. She stepped into action immediately, shushing and comforting her new girl friend, walking around until they were face to face, before pulling her into a tight hug and a few calming light pecks on her lips. "Jilla, listen to me: I promise, on my life, that the brief moment of pain and fear you feel will be nothing compared to the immense pleasure and joy that you’ll feel every time, for the rest of your days! Trust me, it will feel incredible.” She slowly traced her thumb across the lips of her newest lover, and smiled directly at her. “I mean, you got to see how good this felt… right?”
Jilla blushed, looking down and gently puckering her lips against that thumb. “Right…” She mumbled incomprehensibly, smiling back at Sairai.
Sairai’s smile grew, and she stood closer, so they touched. “Riiight?” she repeated, laying pecks across her lips.
Jilla giggled a little. “Hmm,” she hummed in the affirmative.
“What was that?” Sairai whispered, grinning ear to ear.
“Oh, stop it. Mmph… “
Jilla opened her mouth, letting Sairai’s tongue back in. They began lazily making out at a leisurely pace, hands groping breasts once more, and moans being muffled and traded. Sairai pulled back slowly after about a minute, not wanting to get too carried away. “You’re going to be fine, Jill. The worry will pass so quickly, and then I swear you’re going to like it. And Chedl… ”
If he’s anything like Actaeon, or Randy… or the three horses… Tor… the griffons, minotaurs… or your father…
“… he’s going to love it.
Jilla looked down at their joined hands, both girls’ thumbs idly stroking over each other’s knuckles. “I’m… still a little scared.” She looked up, eyes sparkling with moisture, but clearly with something else also shimmering within them. “Can you… maybe teach me some more things?”
Sairai bit back a laugh, now understanding Jilla’s intentions, and then proffered, "I may not be a male, but I think I can help you." She held out her arm, pointing to it. She thought back to when the strange ‘elf’ with short ears had pushed his arm into her. It had felt wonderful. "It might hurt a little, but at least I’ll have full control over it. This should make next week much easier on you, and give you a little experience."
"You would do that...for me?" Jilla looked at Sairai's arm. The other centauress only had to nod before she made her decision, "Then do it." She was still tingling from kissing her all day, and was excited to feel whatever else she had planned, even moreso than her worries about the wedding.
Sairai walked up to her rump, running her hands gently along the girl's haunches, then down along the inside of her thighs. She rubbed Jilla's slit with one hand, while the other caressed her teats. Jilla automatically started undulating, her tail splayed and her legs firmly apart as Sairai fondled her. She said, "Sairai...where did you...learn this? Did the minotaurs...?"
Smiling as she worked, Sairai said, "No...not them."
Jilla gasped as Sairai moved to rubbing her clitoris at the bottom, drawing forth a more primal instinct from the girl's mind. "Then...who?"
"A man..." she didn't really want to divulge her entirety of her sudden crash course in sexual escapades, especially considering there were hundreds of them, across dozens of males, all of which were different species. But unfortunately, even then, she had unknowingly divested too much information to the perceptive teenage centauress.
“A man?” She replied, squirming into Sairai’s touches. “But who else — !” Jilla jumped in startlement and spun her back, almost yanking Sairai’s fingers out of her folds. "Father?!"
Instinctively, Sairai yelped “No! It-it was…” and then paused. She didn’t want to say that the ‘man’ in question was a human owner of an uncontrollably randy stallion, both of whom had their way with her a dozen times in one night. Realizing that she inadvertently put herself in a lie, she knew the only option she had was to dig herself out of it. “A…alright, it was him. But you can’t tell anyone — promise me!”
“Oh, you can be assured I won’t!” She floundered nervously. She knew it would devastate the family if a secret like that were ever to be revealed! If anything, she had as much to lose from that as Sairai. But the gravity of the situation quickly melted away at the warm feeling of her dear “sister’s” hands returning to her wet nethers, returning her to those pleasures that she was sorely missing. “Wh…when did this happen?” She sighed, shivering and masking a backwards push as a muscular twitch in her flank.
Thinking of a way to solidify the fib, while she traced Jilla’s inflamed lips, she also retraced her steps. "It was shortly after the minotaurs. We went to a stream to clean me up, and…he did it there. He was attempting to… scoop out as much seed as possible, and we thought it had helped, but when we made camp later that night… I could still feel so much in me.” She looked up at the sound of a small whimper, and saw Jilla with her hands rubbing her tender areolas. Though she meant to stop speaking there, Sairai smiled fondly and decided to help her lover along, recounting the rest of that romantic night. “He said the only other way to prevent...having a minotaur baby, was… if he could… sire one in me. He didn't want to." She quickly added that last part, hoping to paint Saldrin in a less lecherous light.
This revelation seemed only more erotic to the filly, not ever having thought of her father like that. "And you -?" Jilla panted.
"Yes.” She paused, adding a little husky emphasis to her next words, “We mated." She increased the dramatic effect tenfold by pushing a few fingers into her unexplored entrance, whispering "Several times."
Jilla felt incredible as Sairai curled her hand into a fist inside of her. She pushed and shook. Lifted and sank. Whimpered and whined. "Is that -" she gasped, "- what it feels like?" moaning as she pictured her father mounting Sairai — several times.
Sairai licked her lips—the arousal was getting to her, too—"This is just the beginning." She began penetrating the girl further, slowly, mindful of the pain Sairai had experienced during her first time. But Jilla was much wetter inside than she had been, when Actaeon had surprised her. Over Jilla’s wanton moans, Sairai continued telling about Saldrin. "He pushed the entire thing into me. He rammed me like he was possessed, wrapping his arms tight around me and grabbing my breasts until I thought they’d explode."
Jilla pictured this, grasping her own breasts in an effort to simulate that as she imagined herself as Sairai, fucking her father. She moaned as Sairai's fist pushed into her, suddenly meeting resistance. Sairai thrust forward suddenly, punching another 4 inches into the girl. A sudden sharp pain enveloped the filly, and she cried out in shock at the unexpected turn in sensation.
Sairai held her arm still, trying not to cause her any more discomfort until she adjusted to this new feeling. "That’s probably your cervix. I know it hurts now...but it’s just not used to pressure," she reassured. As if to encourage her, Sairai leaned down and put her free hand on the girl's horse teats, squeezing them and stimulating the nipples there as well.
It felt good to Jilla, who, despite wincing from the pain of Sairai's forceful entrance, was still aroused and the fondling of her breasts and teats quickly took the pain off her mind. “What else… what else did he do?” She sighed, hoping for more salacious details to visualize her fantasy.
Sairai said, "It was so warm, Jilla… and so, so urgent! He yanked my head to the side and he kissed me… he kissed me just as passionately as you do… and ran his hand through my hair."
Jilla was reeling, her hindquarters shaking back and forth while she catapulted toward her climax, loving the description of Saldrin’s bestial lapse in faith. It was so wrong, him cheating on her mother, Hendi, with a former student… but it felt so good, her feelings spurred on by Sairai's arm, embedded within the young girl almost up to her elbow. Her fantasy of being in Sairai’s place still ran rampant, and the shaky vision of her father mounting her and deflowering her finally broke her resolve. Jilla wailed, swallowed up by her first climax, with a near-stranger’s arm stimulating her womb.
Sairai saw her bucking her hips, and continued emulating Saldrin as best as she could remember, "Then he started pushing against me, thrusting himself back and forth into me." She demonstrated, beginning to rock her arm back and forth within her. Whatever pain Jilla had felt before was now a forgotten memory, a dull ache that was inconsequential next to the pleasure it triggered.
Jilla cried out, chaining a second climax right after the first, "Oh...father!" as Sairai played the role of Saldrin, sliding her arm even deeper within the inexperienced girl. Sairai could feel her contracting around her arm, instinctually thrusting back against her, as Sairai had done many times in the past week for her so many suitors, willing and unwilling. Sairai wished she had felt during her first time the way Jilla felt now.
Feeling the arm pumping within her, Jilla was howling and screaming to the heavens, still fondling her breasts and riding a seemingly never-ending orgasm. Sairai knew she was getting loud, and Saldrin could show up any minute… at this point, for either of them, so she concluded her tale, "Faster and faster he thrust — spreading me apart! Spearing right into my egg chamber! His balls slapping under me..." She began pushing into the filly harder, slapping her free hand gently against the girl's teats to mimic her description. "Again, and again...and again...until...finally..." she said, pushing her arm into the hilt, her shoulder, gently stroking the entrance to the girl’s cervix with each ‘balls deep thrust’ before pulling it out to the wrist and repeating the process. She pistoned smoothly through the girl's wet folds, delaying her words with each thrust for dramatic effect. When Jilla’s second climax was almost dying down, Sairai groaned, "He pushed with all his might, whinnying, and began filling me all the way up with his seed!" This was enough to set the poor girl off, as she whinnied in response to her imagination of her father whinnying with her. Convulsions wracked her body, sending the centauress into uncontrollable paroxysms of ecstasy. A teenager’s first orgasm in her life and it was stretched out into three direct consecutive shocks to her nervous system! Even with all of the sexual experiences forced upon her, the proud friend was slightly envious, smiling while Jilla could barely stand.
Sairai continued, somewhat now for her own benefit than for Jilla’s: "Spurt after spurt there was so much. It filled me up, soaking me from the inside and then it flooded out," she related, giving a rather detailed account. Sairai herself was aroused now, wishing it were all happening again, and realizing that in a few hours, it could be once more. She could hardly turn down Saldrin's offer now, in this mood. Jilla could do nothing but moan and shudder as her first, second and third orgasm washed over her. She gasped for breath and eventually fell to her knees, Sairai's story overwhelming the young filly.
The ’tauress in question pulled her now very wet arm out of Jilla, stepped around to her front (sucking a few of her fingers clean along the way) and knelt down with her. Finally, as Jilla was cooling down, Sairai concluded with a simple, "And when we were done… he held me in his arms, and we kissed for… gods know how long… just...it was wonderful." Jilla panted and moaned, finally coming back down to earth, her mind clearing.
She lifted her head, sweat soaking up and down her naked body. "Gods, Sairai...that was incredible," as Sairai simply smiled back at the centaur. Jilla leaned bonelessly against her girlfriend’s shoulder, and moaned, adding, "I... can't believe you slept with my dad."
Sairai chuckled, "Yeah, it was...an amazing experience.” With a laugh at her earlier words, she dryly added, “He certainly ‘liked’ it himself. He ‘liked’ it five times!"
Jilla's eyes widened. "You took him five times? Even after all those minotaurs!? I wonder if Chedl will want it that much.” At her contented nod, she continued. “Thank you, Sairai...I feel mostly better."
Sairai pulled back and gave Jilla an exasperated look. "Mostly!?"
Jilla blushed, resting their foreheads together as they did earlier in the afternoon. "Your arm was… great and everything, but I just… I don't think it's the same. The way you described it...with my dad standing over you, hugging you so tight, humping into you... I don't think it'll be the same with Chedl. I wish I could feel the...feel of him on me, on my back. In me. Oh, I don't know, Sairai. I don't think I'll feel ready for him until our wedding night. If only you were a man."
Sairai considered this, idly stroking her hair as their sweaty forms simply relaxed together in their intimacy, and said, "You need to actually experience it, huh? No simulation will do."
She thought some more, just playing in Jilla’s hair absentmindedly, while Jilla rubbed Sairai’s back and admired her nude body. The quiet and peace after so much amorous raucous activity was pleasurably calming, and the two girls could see themselves falling asleep in each other’s arms, Jilla especially.
Suddenly, a wicked idea grew inside of Sairai’s head, and a grin spread on her face. She cupped Jilla’s chin to gain her attention, then gently kissed her lips with that scheming smile.
“I have an idea.”
She nervously laughed. “What?”
"Hear me out. Your father...he told me to meet him here at midnight. He wants to...mate me again, before I go. More chances to try and…win out the minotaur seed," she winked, giggling at the charade they were attempting to play. "I don't think it'll help me much, so... would you like to take my place?"
Jilla didn't understand what she was getting at until it was finally spelled out for her. Then she was shocked and exclaimed, "With...my father!?"
Only a week ago, the idea would’ve shocked and appalled Sairai herself. But now, she coolly replied, "You wanted to experience the real thing before your wedding, right? You can’t get much more real than that."
Jilla gawked in shock. "He would never—! He wouldn’t do something like that with me. And how would I feel when I looked my mother in the eye?"
Sairai shrugged, her smile remaining the same: "Wouldn't your parents want you to be ready for Chedl? Besides, he won't even have to know it is you. Look, it’s nighttime now and this hayloft is already dark enough. And back here, it’s almost pitch black! Just...stand over here and offer yourself to him, and make sure you don't say anything. How else will you know if you're really ready for Chedl?" Sairai was wearing a grin as wide as Tor’s fangs — the stars seemed to be lining up just for her! She knew she wouldn’t have the willpower to refuse Saldrin's advances like she had promised herself. Her rampant sexual cravings, combined with his debilitating sexual prowess, and the arousal high she was chasing after Frenching and jilling Jilla so violently only minutes ago, was a powder keg overflowing with lust and nymphomaniac energy. If Jilla took her place, Sairai could take the first step toward dousing those flammable contents and setting her on the path to rehabilitation.
But first, she wanted to see her new best friend sleep with her own father.
There was a long pause as Jilla contemplated the plan. "You're sure he won't know it's me and not you?"
"Could you even tell us apart in this light? Just moan and whinny, and he'll never notice the switch. You'll get the experience you need, your father will get the pleasure he wants, and we'll be the only people who know what happened."
After another long pause, Jilla looked up to Sairai.
“I… I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this...”
Sairai grinned, and rewarded her with a deep kiss.
Chapter 11: Part Eleven
Summary:
Both of them still incredibly horny from their sex ed lesson, Sairai and Jilla decide that the only way for Jilla to truly know how sex works (other than the wild sex they had with each other most of the afternoon) was to have sex with a male. Jilla's marriage is only a week away, so she can't sleep with her husband. But it's not cheating if it's with your dad, is it?
Chapter Text
Sairai and Jilla went back to their respective rooms, getting ready to sneak out in a few hours. Jilla's father, and Sairai's teacher, Saldrin was planning on meeting Sairai in the hayloft at midnight to continue what he had started the night before — his affair with his student. But Sairai had other plans, and Jilla featured prominently.
Jilla was due to be married next week to the centaur she loved, Chedl, but she was nervous about consummating the wedding night. Sairai had used her extensive knowledge of sex to teach Jilla what she knew, getting the two of them carried away as a result. But she could not fully emulate a male centaur. What Jilla needed was a ‘bachelorette party’ of her own — a night of love-making that no one knew about, especially Chedl. But there was only one other male centaur on the property, and that was Jilla's own father.
Meanwhile, Sairai had resolved to gain control of her growing submission and lust after enjoying so many partners, and had promised herself to refuse Saldrin's advances. But she was finding the effort challenging; merely the tutelage of mateship’s intricacies sent Sairai and Jilla into a lustful frenzy, excitedly kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. But she had a plan to curb her amorous addiction. Instead of meeting Saldrin at the hayloft that night, she had instead arranged for Jilla to meet him. That way, Jilla could get the experience she needed while Sairai resisted temptation with Saldrin, leaving for her own home the next morning. If she had her way, her teacher would cheat on his wife once more — not with her, but with his own daughter.
It hadn't been easy to convince Jilla to mate her father. She knew it was wrong, but several factors had influenced her decision — she was still filled with a newfound lust after Sairai told the story of her own night with Saldrin, she was genuinely worried about pleasing Chedl, and Sairai had promised that her father would never know. The two fillies looked very similar, especially from behind, and the hayloft was extremely dark. Jilla just needed to make sure she didn't say anything revealing, or turn around to face him. If she had been nervous about her wedding night, she was even more nervous about this.
But when midnight approached, she didn't hesitate, sneaking out of the guest house she shared with Chedl and trotting quietly over to the hayloft. Sairai was already there, and she was relieved that Jilla had not backed down. Otherwise, she was sure that it would be Sairai panting and straining under Saldrin this night.
"Good, you came. Saldrin should be here soon. Are you ready?"
Jilla hesitated for a second, then replied, "Yes… what do I do?"
"Just go inside the loft, and do what I taught you — raise your tail at the door. I don't think he'll waste any time. I promise you'll be okay."
Jilla nodded, determined to see this plan through. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to want her own father. But she'd thought it through, and made her decision. She entered the hayloft, squeezing Sairai's hand for reassurance.
Sairai hid quietly behind the rickety building, watching for Saldrin's approach, and before long, she saw him. She whispered quickly into the loft, saying, "Here he comes!" She ducked back behind the building so that she would not be seen.
Saldrin was aflutter with guilt. What he meant to do had become suddenly clearer in his mind as he pretended to sleep next to his wife before sneaking out. How could he continue cheating on Hendi, here in their own home? She had been a devoted wife, despite all his flaws. There was no good that could come from his interest in Sairai. On the other hand, he was aroused by his young student in a way that he hadn't been in many years, and the pull of lust was strong within him. It had always been. He had vowed to himself that he was sneaking out to tell Sairai that he could not go through with it, but he knew he was just lying to himself. The way they had launched themselves at each other the previous night was the most desperate he had ever been. It was like his first time, all over again. And he wanted to relive that rush for as long as he had the chance. He entered the hayloft, not knowing that the object of his affection was hiding outside it, and that his own daughter lay within.
It was dark in the insecure shed, but enough light filtered through the cracks and holes in the way for Saldrin to make out the young filly. His heart skipped a beat, and all thought of nobly denying her went out of his head. She was already soaked, her rump presented neatly in front of him, her tail held aside. His already firming penis soon reached its full length. "Oh...Sairai..." he exclaimed, but it was his daughter's beauty he was admiring.
Sairai, for her part, had moved over to the side of the shack, to a rather large hole in the wall she had seen earlier. It should be a safe place to see some of what was going on, and she admitted she was curious. If the occupants were attentive, they might have been able to see her two eyes and nose through the crack in the wall, but she knew they would have other things on their mind.
Jilla held steadfast, spreading her hind legs as Sairai had taught her. She was thankful to the girl for all she had been taught, but she wasn't so sure that Sairai's arm was a sufficient model for a strong centaur's one and one-half to two foot erection. She could say nothing in response to her father, hardly believing that this encounter was happening. She gripped a wooden railing with her hands, trembling in anticipation. Suddenly her father's hands were upon her, running along her inner thighs, like Sairai's hands had a few hours earlier. She whimpered, biting back a moan, the anticipation getting to her head.
Saldrin smiled, saying, "You like that, girl?" He rubbed her teats and circled his finger lightly around the girl's clitoris, causing his daughter to let out a soft coo of need. Saldrin felt that the noise ‘Sairai’ made seemed a little too… meek, and had a higher pitch. She was probably trying to keep herself quiet as they were no longer in the vast privacy of the forest camp where he first ravaged her. Saldrin quickly became distracted as he saw that the filly he thought was Sairai was already quite damp — perhaps the wait had been too much for her. He said, "Goodness, you're wet," spreading her lips apart with his fingers, now coated in her juice. "I shouldn't have made you wait so long. Are you already eager?" He was glad the mere thought of him coming was enough to prepare this girl. It aroused him further, and he decided that foreplay was overrated. He and Sairai had done that yesterday. Time to do away with formalities, he thought, unwittingly running his fingernail against his daughter’s clit.
Sairai was just as damp, watching the recognizable forms through the crack in the wall. She was having second thoughts about this switch-up now that she was watching her teacher in action once again. But this was for Jilla as much as it was for her. She watched as Jilla could no longer help herself and moaned, loudly, unable to tell her father if she was ready or not, and heard him say, "I'll take that as a yes." With speed that belied his age, Saldrin lifted himself off the ground, mounting his surprised daughter. Sairai could see where the tip of his erection was lining up with the filly's virgin entrance, as Jilla stood firm, taking half the centaur's weight on her hind legs, bracing them for her father's entry.
Jilla's mind flittered with second thoughts as well; she stood there, her legs and tail spread apart, feeling her father's warm belly fur against her back. She wasn't ready, and it was all going so fast. She needed more time, but she didn't know what to do. She couldn't say anything, or he might recognize her, and if she struggled or covered herself with her tail, he would surely investigate. She couldn't even look at him over her shoulder. But time was something she didn't have, and ready or not, Saldrin pushed himself heavily forward, his massive cock penetrating her quickly and deeply as he deflowered his trembling daughter.
Jilla had certainly seen her father's penis before — sometimes erect, inevitable in a society that shuns clothing — but though she was intellectually aware of his huge size, she had never fully reconciled that fact with what it would mean for mating. That changed immediately as her father hilted himself within her. She whinnied loudly, completely unprepared for such an onslaught. The discomfort of his savage penetration was greatly eased by her earlier play with Sairai, who had pleasured and masturbated her with her arm not three hours ago, and Jilla was extremely aroused, her vaginal walls well lubricated. But still, her first time overwhelmed her, and she whinnied loudly, her knees weak.
Saldrin, for his part, was too focused on the incredible wet sensations contracting around his sizable erection to notice that his filly was much tighter than Sairai had been the day before. He was too distracted to recognize his daughter's nubile silhouette as he wrapped his arms around the girl's back, placing his hands roughly on her breasts, which should have been noticeably smaller than Sairai's. Grunting loudly, he pulled himself back until just his engorged tip spread the filly apart, before thrusting again into the hysterically whinnying young centaur, filling her completely again with such a forceful thrust that his balls swung forward, slapping against his daughter's teats, even as he rubbed her breasts in circular motions with his hands.
Saldrin humped forward giddily, groaning into his daughter’s blond flowing locks. He felt pure orgasmic relief, knowing there was no need to lie to himself anymore — the previous day, when he found Sairai being endlessly bred by minotaurs and leaking their semen profusely, he’d agreed to mate with her several times under the guise of ‘giving her a chance at a foal instead’. He knew now that there was no noble purpose to his lust — nothing he did at this point could affect Sairai's pregnancy, be it his or theirs, and it had been his insistence that they meet for one last night of love-making, hiding despicably in a worn-down shed. No, he was using what he thought was his former student purely as a sexual outlet, a way to indulge the youth of his carefree glory days, mounting and seeding any centaur mare he pleased. Even though his love for Hendi ran deep, their sex life had lost its luster, leading Saldrin to fantasize about his adolescence, his earlier relationships, and even his students. And now, one was right under him. He would use her until he could use her no more. His wife, not wanting more kids, always required that he pull out of her before the end, but that was not an issue with Sairai, since he knew she was pregnant. Saldrin prepared himself for another glorious night of filling a filly with seed. He could hardly wait to experience the overwhelming sensation of climaxing within a woman, pumping wave after wave of semen into her convulsing passageway, something his own wife had denied him for years. He was unaware that the girl he was pounding was actually his young, receptive daughter.
Jilla instinctively thrust back against her father, bending her knees in time with his powerful thrusts. Each time, the lustful male pushed himself entirely into the tight, untested entrance. As he sped up, the feeling of his testicles thwacking softly against her teats formed a sensuous rhythm, in time to his rough squeezing of her smooth breasts. She had never been more aroused, and now knew it was true that there was no way Sairai could have come even close to emulating this experience. She only hoped that this would fully prepare her for her fiancé on their upcoming wedding night. But that was mostly out of her head, concentrating instead on the sensation of her father's cock gliding roughly down her constricted passageway. She held firmly onto the wooden bar in front of her, her hands white with the effort, as she moaned, and whinnied, and grunted, struggling to not say too much, for fear her father discover the switch.
Grunting in need, Saldrin pulled his daughter toward him, turning her torso back and kissing her full on the lips, much to her shock and dismay. Sairai gasped, praying that Saldrin couldn't tell in the dim light that he was kissing his daughter. Sairai had been watching the whole thing through the small hole in the wall, and she was almost as wet between her legs as Jilla. All Sairai could do to satisfy her arousal was to fondle her own breasts, again wishing she were the one in the shed. But this moment of tension passed as Saldrin broke the kiss with a sigh, Jilla quickly turning away from him. He did not seem to notice, redoubling his efforts as he humped her.
"Gods, Sairai, you are amazing!" he panted, gasping for breath as he could feel his glorious climax approaching. He thrust harder, using his forelegs to pull roughly on her abdomen with each push, pulling her backwards onto his pulsing cock. His daughter trembled with the struggle to maintain her composure and make sure she didn't give herself away, when the rest of her body was screaming at her to release her inhibitions. Her loins, filled so completely with her father's massive erection, demanded that she meet his rapidly advancing orgasm with her own, the heat between her legs building to the point of no return. She pushed violently back against him with each thrust, nearly doubling the speed with which he entered her.
It was only a few more thrusts like this before the two centaurs, sweating and panting as they strained against each other, could delay no longer. Jilla let herself go, allowing the incredible orgasm to take control. Her entire body quivered, and she had to buckle her legs to keep from collapsing as she arched her back to whinny loudly. In her wailing spasms, she moaned uncontrollably, "Daddy...oh gods...Daddy!" Her voice was filled with need and lust.
The pleading tone of his daughter's voice cut through his sex-addled mind, and incredulously, the startled male let out a grunting gasp, "Jilla!?" But it was too late, and his intellectual mind was thoroughly ignored as Saldrin reached his climax. Even against the immediate shock, he thrust deeply into his daughter, but this time made no effort to pull back. His body wracked with spasms as he trumpeted victoriously, his voice echoing throughout the small shed as he ignored the urge to pull out, ingrained into him by his wife. Instead, his cock pulsating, he began to pump her full of his seed. His massive erection was widest at the hilt, which was so tight in his virgin daughter as to form a seal. Warm fluid filled the young girl, coating her wet passageway.
Sairai watched as pulse after pulse of fluid flowed through her teacher's swollen shaft, delivering his payload deep within his young daughter. There it would remain trapped within her, until, as Sairai knew from her time with the minotaurs, enough of his seed had entered her, and the pressure built up enough that her body's only recourse would be to loosen her cervical walls, causing the excess fluid to burst within her, filling her young, fertile womb. If Saldrin had had enough self-control, he would have immediately dismounted the young filly, but even the shock of hearing his daughter's voice was not enough to shake him out of it. He kept his forelegs tightly around her, shuddering violently, tail flagging and holding the girl firmly against his trembling, releasing cock. Jilla cried out when the pressure finally became enough and the very tip of his cock, pressed up tightly against her internal walls, began shooting his semen through the broken seal, directly into her womb.
Jilla was overwhelmed. Her father's cock was more than a match for Sairai's inexperienced arm, and also more than twice the girth. She felt so dirty, submitting herself to her own father, tricking him into taking the maidenhood of his loving daughter, against his will. She felt more confident than ever before that she would be ready to please Chedl, considering how her father was reacting. Even though she had betrayed her identity, Saldrin moaned and humped and bred her anew, with unthinking, reckless abandon. She cried out, "Oh gods, oh gods, dad!" unable to control herself any longer.
Saldrin would not be denied no matter how much his mind screamed out at him to stop. He knew that even a few drops of precum could impregnate the young filly, but the sensation was so incredible that he vowed not to allow a single drop to escape. In the throes of his climax, he ignored the consequences, reveling instead in the moment. It wasn't until he lay exhausted and panting on top of his well-inseminated daughter, whose knees were trembling under his weight, that he allowed his mind to reclaim him.
"Jilla! What... what were you doing here!? What is the meaning of this? We can't..." he protested meekly, well aware that it was far too late to take anything back.
Moaning, Jilla ignored his turmoil: "Oh daddy, that was...incredible."
"Don't you understand, girl!? What we just did — it is forbidden! The consequences..."
Jilla replied vigorously, "Damn the consequences. Oh gods... I needed to do this. Before the wedding, so I would know what to do with Chedl. Sairai told me you were the only way to try the real thing."
"I could have just given you my foal, Jilla. The laws and teachings explicitly state —"
Jilla said, "It's too late either way, now. Either you did, or you didn't, but in a week I will be married… and mated. No one will ever know…” She let out a breathless laugh before continuing, “…not even you or me. And how could something that felt so good be wrong?"
Saldrin shuddered, trying to pull himself out of his daughter, squeezing his sensitive penis out from between her tight walls. Sticky fluid began to run down his daughter's hind legs, finally free of its prison. Jilla grunted and shivered at the sensation. Saldrin struggled to say, "Another secret to keep," grimacing. "But there is no helping it now."
Jilla asked anxiously, "How was I? Will Chedl be pleased?" still nervous about her upcoming wedding night. She truly loved the handsome young centaur, and was desperate to please him.
Saldrin sighed and admitted, "You were amazing, Jilla. Chedl won't know what hit him. Trust me, it's the males that need to practice for their wedding night."
Having finally pulled completely free of his daughter, Saldrin stepped back, small amounts of cum dripping lazily onto the dirt floor. Only a handful of his seed coated his daughter's rump, making it quite clear to Saldrin just how much semen he had left in her, and how deep within. Jilla said anxiously, "I'm sorry for tricking you, father. If there had been any other way..."
He said sternly, "If you had been truthful from the start, we may have been able to come to some sort of solution. As it is, you mustn't tell anyone about this — not Sairai, not Chedl, and especially not your mother. We need to clean this mess before sunrise..." he added, looking down at the stained ground.
Jilla turned around and meekly stepped up to her father, and said softly, "Well, we don't have to clean the floor right away, do we? I mean, while it is still messy..."
Saldrin gave his daughter a surprised look, and then a more appraising one. "You… you don't mean..."
Jilla smiled, placing her hands gently on her father’s chest. “Come now, Daddy…” She demurely kissed his lips, him instinctively closing his eyes to accept it, as she stepped past him, wiggling her rump in place, her tail lifted to the side, revealing her once-used entrance. She giggled softly as she watched her father's softening penis begin to quickly harden. She said, "Considering how well you bred me already, I don't think it could hurt, could it?"
Saldrin hesitated, but his growing erection made the decision for him. "Perhaps once more? For… educational reasons?"
Jilla spun her torso to partially face him. "Only once? But I'm sure you have so much to teach me!" she pleaded.
His forelegs impatiently danced in place, before he faltered under her eager smirk. “F-fine. But no more, after tonight,” he growled sternly.
Jilla gave a pleased whinny, as Sairai watched them through the wall, now facing the other way. She was completely wet, almost unable to believe how events unfolded. She wanted to storm right back into the hayloft and stand next to Jilla. She wanted to submit to Saldrin and be bred side to side with another horny young filly. She wanted to be wanted, to feel loved. But despite the desire building up inside of her, Sairai wanted to break the cycle she found herself in. She did not want to be a slave to her sexual desires, and she wanted to be in control of her own actions for once.
If she continued to watch the father and daughter, she knew she would become desperate, so she steeled herself, and walked quietly away from the shed. As she walked away, she took a deep, cleansing breath — her arousal began to die down, and she began to gain confidence in herself. Now that she was thinking clearly, she realized that she was tired — it had been a long week, and the last few days had been hardest of all. Yawning, she headed back to her room in the guest house.
But she had barely traveled across the field before she saw something that turned her blood cold. Walking toward her in the night was Chedl himself, up after midnight for a reason she could not know. If he continued on this course, he would surely hear Saldrin and Jilla's lovemaking in the shed and investigate. Sairai didn't want to consider the ramifications of that. She knew that she had to steer the young male away, before he learned too much. Sparing a quick breath, she approached the wandering centaur, ready to do whatever necessary to keep him from discovering his filly fiancé in an act of incestuous infidelity.
Chapter 12: Part Twelve
Summary:
If Sairai's in the barn...
and Jilla's in the barn...
and Saldrin's in the barn...
then where's Chedl?
Someone's got to keep him occupied.
Chapter Text
"Chedl? What are you doing up so late?" Sairai trotted up to him, asking breathlessly.
He seemed as surprised to see her. "Sairai? I was looking for Jilla. When I woke, she was gone. Have you seen her?"
She most certainly had — Sairai had left Chedl's fiancée, Jilla, to her ecstasy panting and moaning underneath her father in the spacious hayloft across the field. The two centaurs were still engaged in that incestuous affair, oblivious of Chedl's ominous approach. She couldn't tell him that, and had to divert his attention away from their dual infidelities. "I was just restless. Couldn't sleep."
He raised an eyebrow as Sairai attempted a rather fake yawn. He said, "So… you haven't seen her?"
She said, "Not since dinner. But boy, I'm sleepy now! Think you could walk me back to the main house? I don't feel safe." She knew she'd have to convince him to return to his lodging in the guest house without searching for Jilla, but at least making him walk her to bed would buy her some time.
Chedl nodded, suspiciously, and then began to lead the way back to the farmhouse, quietly.
Sairai followed nervously, her mind racing for a way to salvage the situation. But as they were passing the nearby storage shed, a small little structure for holding tools like pitch forks and plows, Chedl confronted her with, "Sairai, I know something’s going on. You aren't telling me the truth. Where is Jilla?"
Sairai was startled at this sudden ambush, and stammered for a few seconds, before deciding that some semblance of the truth was the only way she could convince the young centaur she wasn't hiding something. So she said, with a little hesitation, "A-alright. I did see her. She wanted to talk to me...about you."
Chedl said, "Behind my back?" questioningly.
She quickly replied, "It's not like that. She wanted to know..." Sairai nervously trailed off.
"What?"
Sairai looked the young centaur in the eye, taking in his appraising stare and firm stance. He wasn't as strong or as massive, or as experienced-looking as Jilla's father, Saldrin, but he was a catch none-the-less. Well, admittedly, letting him know a little more of the truth shouldn’t hurt. She said, "She wanted to know about sex...to please you better, once you are married."
This put Chedl off-balance. He blinked wordlessly at Sairai, before finally managing to say, "She doesn't need to do that. She knows that I love her."
Sairai nodded, relaxing. "I know. She was just nervous; she has nothing to worry about."
Chedl asked, "What did you say to her?"
"I told her that she knew already what she needed to know. It's really up to the guy to make the experience enjoyable for the woman, not the other way around. Men are easy to please."
"Easy to please, huh? Implying that women can’t be?" chuckling slightly.
She looked him straight in the eye and said, "In my experience. I...wasn't a virgin when the minotaurs grabbed me. I think you have a lot more to worry about than Jilla does. Do you know anything about sex?"
Chedl’s eyes widened and he stepped back, mincing his feet nervously. He wasn't used to even talking about this subject. "I know...what my parents told me. I know enough. When the two of you are ready, you rear up and mount her, clench your hind muscles tight and push in. Carefully." He looked up to Sairai's skeptical face and stammered, "R-Right?"
The blonde filly smiled inwardly. Men are incredibly easy to please. Sairai’s internal resolve to abstain from sex could easily take a backseat for now — she’d just start tomorrow. She spoke up, "It's not as easy as just getting up on a girl and..." she blushed, surprised to find herself embarrassed, "doing it."
Chedl's face blanched white. "It’s not? What else is there?"
Sairai smiled, stepping forward nervously. "A great deal, so many things!" She closed the distance in what she hoped appeared to be a friendly manner. In reality, she was attempting to block as much sight of the barn as she could with her body. If Saldrin and Jilla happened to finish copulating in there, they could leave the barn together at any moment, full in incestuous semen and empty of any conceivable doubt, right in front of her fiancé. She needed to get Chedl out of here, before he saw the two sticky centaurs hobbling out of the shack, dripping with Saldrin's seed. She quickly added, "Anyway, you should just return to bed, and pretend you didn't talk to me. She'd be really embarrassed if she found out what I told you."
Chedl nodded slowly, but didn't budge, saying instead, "Could you...could you tell me more about what I’d need to do? I don't want to disappoint Jilla." He swallowed nervously.
Almost as if it were called by name, her teardrop shaped labia winked in excitement. "Okay, but not here. I don't want her to see us. Let's go to the toolshed, okay?" Chedl nodded, and the two centaurs entered the shed, which was much smaller than the hayloft Jilla and her father were sharing. There was one window that Sairai thought would be small enough that she could watch for Jilla, and she positioned herself in front of it, leaving Chedl no choice to face her, unable to see from Sairai’s angle. She hoped she could satisfy his curiosity as quickly as possible and get him back to bed, or at least keep his attention long enough for Jilla to make it back and clean herself up. She stood next to the window, swishing her tail nervously.
Chedl said, "Sairai? Are you okay?"
"I'm… just making sure Jilla won't see us here." She looked at the young centaur, appraising him. "What is it you want to know?"
Chedl says, "I... don’t even know. What should I know? I thought it was supposed to be simple."
The poor centaur seemed genuinely worried, and it endeared himself to Sairai. She figured she might as well help him learn as best she could - she had already done so much for Jilla. And she had no idea how much time she had. When would the father and daughter tire of their games — if at all? She knew how much stamina Saldrin possessed firsthand. Shaking her head, she said, "Well, you probably know the simple stuff already, or at least have watched the elk do it." She paused, shutting her eyes as her mind wandered to her own experience with elk, which had been a rather… sudden and forced introduction to the topic. She also knew that inexperienced males were more panicky, impulse driven, and overall, less fun than the practiced veterans. She felt an obligation to tell Chedl why Actaeon had been so much more pleasurable than Randy. “Sairai?” Chedl inquired concernedly. “Are you alright?”
"Y-yes! Ah… ” She replied hastily, regaining focus. “You have to understand that...your thing...um...when it gets hard...it's big," she managed weakly, not making eye contact with Chedl. Both centaurs were blushing red, though for different reasons. She managed to continue, "She won't be ready for that, not right away. It hurts if you aren't careful..." though she imagined Jilla won't have that problem anymore. She'll be as sore as she'll ever get tomorrow morning.
Chedl looked miserable. "It… hurts?"
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "You just have to take things slowly. You might...feel ready to go just by looking at her, but she needs to be aroused, too, and trust me when I say… it’s harder for a girl. Don't just mount her and go at it."
Chedl said, "Then what...what do I do?" he said, his lack of confidence slowly dissipating as he got used to talking to Sairai about such sensitive matters.
"Start things slow. Just finesse her, with some affection and tenderness. Things like… kissing her, telling her you love her; it’s all part of foreplay. But when things get heated, you should massage her. Beneath her tail."
"Well...okay. But how long? How will I know when she's ready?"
Sairai chuckled knowingly. "You’ll know. She'll tell you when she's ready, but you will know. She'll be wet between her legs, and she’ll be a panting, moaning mess."
"Wet?"
Did his parents teach him anything? "It makes it easier on her when you...enter her."
Chedl swallowed, slowly as his wide eyes started darting around. "How wet? Where exactly? Oh gods...why didn't my parents tell me it was this complicated?"
“Slow down, slow down.” Sairai held up her hands, trying to placate him. When the worried husband-to-be cupped his head in his hands, she took that opportunity to look out the window more pointedly. Still nothing from Jilla and Saldrin. She suspected they would be there until sunrise. She said, "It's okay, Chedl. It's not as difficult as it sounds, I promise."
"But I don't want to disappoint her...and I really don't want to hurt her. Gods, I wish I had joined the other boys when...um...never mind."
Sairai couldn’t help but smile, allowing her mind to wander briefly. She didn't know what he was talking about, but if it were anything like how her older sisters ‘practiced’ all through the night for several months…she expected the males had more fun ways to enjoy themselves as well. Deciding not to pry for details, she put her plan into action: "You can just… practice. With me… if you want. I mean...it's a lot easier to see what I mean, if you just... learn it firsthand."
"What are you saying?"
"I’m saying...we're here, alone, in the middle of the night, and no one knows where you are. You need practice, right? Well… why not practice with me?" Just like with Jilla.
While Sairai held her gaze with Chedl, internally she hesitated, knowing what she was suggesting was wrong. This was Jilla's fiancé, and if she went through with this, she’d have to live with the shame of breaking her self-imposed promise of reformation in six hours before giving in to her sexual desires again. She wanted to tell herself that she was just trying to be helpful… but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Sairai was painfully aroused watching her virile teacher passionately mate the female centaur who was supposed to be her, after last night’s heavenly tryst — twofold at the taboo sight of Saldrin now knowingly ravishing, and currently impregnating, his own daughter without care. And now, the thought of husband and wife, inadvertently cheating on each other only meters away, set Sairai’s loins ablaze.
"You mean..." he asked, and she nodded. He hesitated, but said with resolve, "Alright, I'll do it. For Jilla."
Sairai looked up at the blonde-haired male, glad at least for the short term that he had accepted her offer. She'd worry about the consequences later; at least now he wouldn’t go looking for Jilla anymore. She stood facing him, her arms crossed underneath her bare breasts. The nervous stallion - more a colt, really - waited in awkward silence, lost in his own thoughts. Finally he spoke, saying, "What...what do I do?"
Sighing quietly, Sairai knelt onto her forelegs, peering beneath Chedl's round, quivering barrel to look at his small, flaccid sheath, and the inch or so of his penis hanging naturally from it. His balls were sizable enough to suggest to her that once coaxed, he would be more than satisfactory. But if he was to learn anything here, he'd have to overcome his nervousness enough to become aroused. She pointed between his legs, standing and saying, "Well, first thing we have to deal with is that."
Chedl was embarrassed. "Uh...I'm sorry. Normally I don't have a problem...you know— "
Sairai cut him off, "Shh, shh… Just relax." She approached the young man, taking his hands in hers and looking up into his blue eyes. "This is the easy part. Just think about Jilla." She stepped forward again, leaning into his warm embrace. She placed his arms around her lithe human torso, curling up to him, her bare breasts pressing up against his muscular chest.
Eyes initially wide, Chedl started to relax. His instincts finally began to take over as he held the beautiful filly in his arms, and when she tilted her head upward to him, he closed the distance, and kissed her passionately. Sairai was still wet from her earlier arousal, and certainly didn't need any more foreplay, but Chedl did, and it was important for him to practice. He gave off a needful moan, quickly growing more fervent in his grasping hands. She decided to enjoy it, despite her own impatient desire to satisfy her own needs. She had had a startling amount of sexual experience thrust upon her this last week, but only rarely had any of it involved foreplay. She opened her mouth to kiss Chedl as she had kissed Saldrin, shivering slightly.
He began kissing her in earnest, moaning softly at the new sensation. He had never held a girl in his arms, or even an elk like the other boys. He'd been too afraid to go with them. Masturbating each other was one thing, and had been quite the experience, but when his friends wanted to escalate their play time by courting elk cows, he had chickened out. And though he was engaged, tradition was to wait until after marriage to even kiss, and Jilla and Chedl had honored tradition. But she would never have to know about Sairai. Breathing through his nose, he kissed her with desperate abandon.
Sairai trembled, meeting his passion, overwhelmed by her own urgency. She knew the handsome colt would be willing to take her, and she had already been ready. She felt thrilled by the secrecy, at the thought of fucking Jilla's soon-to-be husband without her knowledge. She wondered if Jilla would even mind. Perhaps she would have joined in. Sairai could wait no longer, breaking off her kiss with the young stud as a bridge of saliva popped apart between them. "Gods. Let's see where you are now."
Chedl nodded, taking deep breaths as she knelt beside him, the fur on her barrel rubbing against his legs. She saw that his dick was fully out now, and firming, but it wasn't all the way there, yet. He was no lightweight, at least. She knew he could satisfy her, but he still needed a little preparing. She thought back to the three horn-less unicorns that had taken her only a few days back. She had known how to get them ready for another go, and the same thing would work for Chedl, she was sure. She reached out to wrap his cock in her arms, rubbing his entire length against her soft skin. He let out a loud, gasping moan, still trying to recover his breath, and she leaned in to lick his very tip, one hand reaching out to cup his large, black balls.
He immediately started thrusting into her grip, the soft flesh hardening completely as she fondled and kissed him, and though she knew he was in ecstasy, her own needs came first. Besides, he had come to her to learn how to please a woman, not how to be pleased by one. She let go of his now massive erection, much to his groaning chagrin.
"Sairai, oh gods." She was much better at that than his childhood friends, but maybe that was due to his intense attraction for the young filly. "Please don't stop!" he pleaded.
She stood anyway, turning to face the window, glancing briefly to see if Jilla and Saldrin were heading back. No candles or light seeped through the holes in the side of the loft, but Sairai, knowing where to look, could easily see rapid sawing movement — they weren't. She looked back over her shoulder at the stud, lifting her tail and saying, "This is what you wanted to learn about, wasn't it?"
He gulped, looking at her tender vulva, something he had seen many times before as a youth, but never quite like this. He hesitated, saying, "What do I do?"
Sairai couldn’t hold in a sigh, hearing that same question for what felt like the millionth time. She wasn't in the mood for teaching at the moment, but she figured he could learn by example. She said, "Just do what feels natural, the first time. I'll tell you what I liked and didn't like afterward."
Chedl's eyes widened. "The first time!?" The thought of getting to repeat this process was enough encouragement, and he rushed up behind her, placing his hands on her large rump. Remembering what she had said earlier, he reached down to touch her glistening vulva. She was positively gushing, her own fluids trickling out between her soft folds. He touched her, and she shivered, moaning, spreading her legs instinctively for him.
"Wow…" he gaped, finding it difficult to fathom her being any more lubricated. Even so, he asked: “Is this… wet enough?”
She replied quickly, gasping, "Yes, and then some! Don't worry about me, I can take it. Just...please hurry!" she added, urgently.
Chedl didn't have to be asked twice, and he mounted the young girl like he wished he had mounted his male friends in the woods. He lifted the bulk of his weight into the air, grasping at Sairai's hind end with his forelegs. She braced herself to hold his weight, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to by now - he may be better endowed than the elk had been, but they weighed several hundred pounds more. Once he had covered the young filly, he struggled forward, pulling himself further along Sairai's back until his weight was more evenly distributed, and his cock was quivering just under her tail. Memories flooded Sairai's mind. The centaur gripping her first brought back memories of the elk, and her first time, and then her rape by the trio of hornless unicorns. Like before, her arousal smothered any feelings of hopelessness she might have felt, and she waited impatiently under Chedl for him to pull her back onto his massive cock. All thoughts of resisting the lure of lustful submission faded, and she held her tail aside, encouraging the young virgin.
Chedl did what came naturally, thrusting upward between the young girl's legs, but in his inexperience, he aimed far too low, his dick rubbing up against Sairai's teats. He whinnied, frustrated, and kept thrusting, pulling further and further back in his efforts to penetrate his first mistress. Though Sairai could have aided him by simply lowering her hindquarters briefly, she wanted him to learn to control his muscles on his own. Finally, his desperate thrusts hit home, and his full erection pierced her, spreading her wet vagina apart to accommodate his size. He was not as big as the horses - he was not even as big as Saldrin - but still he felt tight within her. He neighed in triumph as he pushed inside of her as deep as he could, failing to fill her entirely because of the position of his hind feet. Putting his arms around Sairai's human abdomen, he struggled forward, hind legs awkwardly shuffling against hers, sliding easily into her warm chamber until her vulva was pressed tightly up against the thick base of his shaft, spreading her apart four or five inches. He moaned at the overwhelming feeling of his entire virgin cock being suddenly engulfed completely by Sairai's wide rump, and with Sairai’s lessons immediately forgotten, he began to thrust impulsively.
Sairai was so wet that his entry caused her no pain, and Chedl's inexpert thrusts gyrated smoothly into and out of her. Her deep moans and his delighted whinnies covered up the wet sounds of liquid rubbing against liquid with each desperate thrust. His legs tensed, his muscles strained as he violated her, each thrust sending his balls flying into Sairai's teats in a comfortingly familiar way. With each smack, she came closer and closer to release. Chedl was completely unaware that while he was fucking Sairai in the storage shed, his soon-to-be wife was fucking her father, for the fifth time, praying to whatever deity might be listening that he never stop. But Sairai knew, or at least suspected, and her knowledge of the couple's concurrent infidelity turned her on more than anything. It tore through her nervous system, orgasms wracking Sairai’s body as she thrust back with abandon, her insides clenching around the young man's pulsating cock, bending her knees to tug this way and that on his raging erection.
This proved too much for the young stud, who whimpered, "Sairai...I'm almost...I can't..." And then his eyes widened, and he asked suddenly, "Wait! Don’t I… need to pull out?" Even in his state of heightened feelings, he had realized that there were consequences to what he was doing. But, already pregnant, Sairai yelled in response, "Give it to me!" with such desperation that Chedl could do nothing but comply, flagging his tail high and clenching all his muscles at once. Semen erupted from his quivering testicles, flying through his massive cock before spattering deep inside of her. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he thrust blindly at the young girl, thinking of nothing but the ecstasy engulfing his penis, and his lost virginity.
Sairai could feel him pulsing inside of her, using her rump to quench his lustful thirst, using her womb as a mere storage place for his volumes of semen, using her as if all she was, or ever would be, was a tool for sexual gratification. It was as if the only thing she had that mattered was a cunt, a large, wet cavity to collect the deposits of any male who wanted her. She knew that she could not refuse. She accepted him eagerly, moaning in ecstasy as her own orgasm, delayed for so long, powered through her whole body, rippling her throbbing pussy in shockwaves and pouring steaming hot ejaculatory fluid onto Chedl’s flexing shaft and clenching balls. She was helpless to resist, and he could use her until he was satisfied, until his seed was pouring out of her onto the ground; she could not, would not deny him.
Soon the youthful centaur had done just that - finished using her. He quivered in shock and ecstasy, still embedded deep within Sairai, the squeezing of his hyper-sensitive cock overwhelming him. He took deep, ragged breaths, moaning pitifully. Sairai had already mostly recovered - the entire ordeal had lasted less than a minute, and she could have counted the thrusts on her ten fingers and four toes. If she hadn't been so well primed, his feeble efforts would have been rather disappointing. He clearly needed more ‘educating’. She reached back to gently push on the centaur's large bulk, and he began to subconsciously pull out of her. She said, "Oh, Chedl...that wasn't bad - for a first try. But you still have much to learn."
He lowered himself to the floor, standing behind Sairai, looking at her splattered rump. That was his doing, his seed. It sent a thrill through his body, and he felt a painful aching in his cock. He shuddered, panting, "Yes...teach me more, Sairai." A thin line of semen dribbled out of him, connecting the tip of his softening penis to the growing puddle beneath him. "So much more."
Sairai turned to look the handsome male over. He was exhausted, and from the look of things, was pretty well spent. She wondered when the last time he had ejaculated was, because he had been prolific. She said, "How long until you're ready for another go?" looking over his drooping centaur-hood.
The mere thought was enough to send his cock a painful tingling sensation, but it did not grow. He moaned and flexed the muscles in his hips, desperate for another try, but unable to. She decided it was for the best - his thrusts may have been fast and feeble, but certainly adequate. He could learn how to please a girl in other ways. She walked up to him, wrapping her arms around him and leaning up to kiss the surprised colt on the lips. He looked down at her, confused.
Smiling, she explained, "Don’t worry — there's a lot more to pleasing a filly than surrounding and pounding. You can go back to...buttering her up, first." She kissed him again, and this time he kissed back, with a skill that implied he had done this before. Quickly, eagerly, Chedl pressed his lips against hers. He was still gasping for breath, running his hands along her smooth back. He brushed along her waist, parting the fur that marked the border between her human torso and equine body.
She reached for his hands, sliding them instead to her bosom, which was pressed firmly up against his muscular chest. Sairai realized she had grown accustomed to very short breaks in lovemaking, quickly becoming aroused again, though she knew that Chedl had nowhere near the stamina to meet her desires directly. His touch was electrifying, but it wasn't enough. At least he still kissed hungrily; that would work in his favor with Jilla… if she could ever separate from her father again. While he fondled the sides of her breasts, she arched her back, placing her hands behind his head. She pulled his head down between her breasts, and he did not hesitate, running his tongue between them.
Sairai cooed, enjoying the attentive laps and shuddering breaths she was receiving. But it was her other, distant end that was demanding attention. She had her tail flagged and to the side, but there was no one behind her to fill her needs. Her lust grew with each passing moment, but she tried to conceal it, letting Chedl explore her body. He was doing much better with only a small amount of direction. He was a fast learner! Moaning, the young male said, "Jilla never let me do this," as he rubbed her breasts, moving his teeth to her right breast and suckling her nipple.
"Aaaaah!" she gasped, pulling the centaur closer to her. Panting, she cried, "She will...adore this, Chedl." But she could stand it no more, her wet, soaked loins demanding to be filled. "But I...need more. Please!"
Chedl, whose cock was still slowly growing beneath him, looked startled, "So soon? I can't..."
Sairai broke away from his strong arms, stepping back and swiveling her body around, while reassuring the inexperienced youth, "You can help me another way, Chedl..."
Confused, the colt watched as she turned away from him, raising her tail to reveal her sodden rump, Chedl's own seed still flowing slowly out of her and down her legs. She heard him groan, surely a response to another painful surge of arousal. He was not ready for another go, but Sairai had other plans. "Touch me!" she demanded.
Chedl initially protested, "But..."
The insistent filly interrupted, "It's just your own seed, Chedl! Be a stallion and take me!" She shuddered at the thought of his adulterous ejaculations deep within her womb, wishing it were his foal growing inside of her, and not some monstrous minotaur. "Please..." she pleaded.
Chedl realized his objections were silly, and he stepped forward, slowly and carefully planting his hands on Sairai's wet rump. His hands were instantly coated in the white fluid, and he marveled as he ran his hands through the wet slop. Sairai moaned, feeling his touch so near her eager entrance, which convulsed with desire. "Oh gods, Chedl, more!"
Encouraged, the male began massaging the entirety of Sairai's rump, spreading his semen down her legs and across her hindquarters, only avoiding her sore mound, much to her chagrin. "Chedl, gods damnit..." she whined, pushing back against the strong, young centaur, but he refused to attend to her most desperate need. Instead, he reached down with both hands to cup her two teats, covering them in semen. She moaned, tingling as he rubbed her sensitive teats, but it wasn't enough. She could tell now that he was intentionally avoiding her sopping entrance, withholding what she truly, urgently needed. She whimpered, the muscles holding her tail aside sore with the effort. But it seemed as though there were nothing she could say to make him continue.
Finally, as he leaned down to grip and massage her teats, she felt something against her mound, pressing lightly. Looking over her shoulder she could guess that it was his tongue, pressing ever-so-gently against her nether lips. She knew he would be tasting the combination of her juices with his, and she resisted every urge in her body to take a step back, forcing her rump into the poor colt's face. She would be patient.
She could not withhold a loud whinny as Chedl forced the tip of his tongue inside of her. She could only hope that Jilla and her father were not right then walking by the shed, or they would surely come to investigate. It felt wonderful, but it was not enough. She turned to look the young colt over, dismayed to find his cock still too flaccid to satisfy her. She cried desperately, "Please, Chedl, please - your arm!"
Something about her tone got through to him, and he realized how much she needed him. His hands left her firm teats, sliding quickly up to her mound. Curiously, he used his fingers to spread her labia apart, looking into her cum-soaked dark tunnel. She whinnied loudly, unable to hold back her excited scream. She clenched her eyes shut, moaning and waiting for his inevitable entrance. Then, suddenly, he slid his well-lubricated hand between her lips, pushing four fingers inside of her. She clenched her internal muscles firmly around his hand, doing her best to pull him inside of her, screaming, "Deeper!"
This time the centaur obliged the horny filly, shoving his arm inside of her until his wrist was no longer visible. She quivered around him, moaning and managing to form the words, "Gods, that feels incredible - more, more!"
He slid into her up to his elbow, even as Sairai began to thrust her hips, pushing back against the arm invading her. She was so wet and lubricated that it was all he could do to prevent from sliding all the way inside of her, though he knew that is what she wanted. He wanted to go slower, to make her scream for him, but she was pulling with her powerful internal muscles, pulling his arm for all it was worth. Her labia now squeezed around the middle of his bicep, and it was all he could do to keep from being pulled deeper. He pushed back with his other hand on her rump, trying to pull out of her, but she was too strong. The combination of her stepping back against him and her desperate internal contractions was quickly pulling his right arm completely inside of her.
Suddenly, his left hand slipped on her soggy rump, and all the force he was applying to pull himself out of her caused his left arm to slide with a great deal of force next to his right. She yelped at the unexpected sensation, turning back to gasp, “Was that… your other hand!?”
Flushed and already sweaty, Chedl stammered, “I-I’m so sorry! I was trying to pull my arm out, and I didn’t mean to—”
“No!” she cried desperately, interrupting him and freezing them both. “Do it!”
Chedl, with his left hand frozen halfway against his right, dropped his jaw in shock. “What!?”
“Put it back in,” she panted. “Side by side!”
Flabbergasted, the colt flattened his left arm against the remainder of his right, and pushed inward. She screamed in ecstasy, practically intent on giving them away, as his hands started to meet deep within her lips, until he was up to his elbows inside of her with both arms!
Sairai didn't mind this development. Suddenly she was blessedly full and stretched wide. She thrust against his pinned arms, losing herself in the moment. Chedl could hardly believe that he had spread her the diameter of his two, side-by-side elbows, and he clenched his fists inside of her, causing the young filly to continue screaming in pleasure. He began rocking into and out of the lustful centaur, his arms tightly pinned within her. It was only now that he realized he was fully erect, with a level of desire that he had never felt before in his life.
It was more than Sairai could handle. She was stuffed and thrusting mindlessly against her forty-second mate, rubbing her own breasts and crying out loudly enough that at this point, she wanted to be caught, if only to sing Chedl’s praises. Then clenching and unclenching fists deep within her finally brought her over the edge, and her insides seemingly exploded. Chedl felt her frenzied contractions around his tightly confined arms, as she became all the more wet, her fluids surrounding and running down his arms. It was all Chedl could do to stop from pushing her away and mounting her, then and there.
Instead, he rode it out, wide eyed and huffing as Sairai climaxed around him. He could hardly believe how much she seemed to be enjoying herself, and had never felt more confident about his abilities when it came time to consummate his marriage to Jilla. It was only moments before Sairai was panting and moaning in the afterglow. She was too weak to resist as Chedl pushed her forward, freeing his coated arms from within her wet, warm rump. Sairai struggled to say, "Gods...thank you Chedl. I needed that. It was -"
But she was interrupted as Chedl suddenly mounted her, his massive erection swinging powerfully beneath him as his forelegs clenched around her barrel. Her eyes widened as they turned and met his. He was possessed with lust, as demanding of her as she had been of him. She hadn't considered the consequences of using his arms while his cock was too weary - now he wanted her and she was nowhere near ready. She struggled to finish catching her breath, "Chedl, wait… hang — !"
She could only start her protest before the horny colt jumped forward, so firmly erect that when his tip pressed against her slick rump, it slid effortlessly toward her hyper-sensitive mound. With all his force, he pushed himself into her, hilting himself inside of her. She groaned at the soreness she felt as he suddenly invaded her so soon after her climax, the pain very acute.
He whinnied as loudly as she had, overwhelmed by the slick, warm sensations coating his penis. Pulling back on her hindquarters hard with his forelegs, he began to pound her relentlessly, ignoring her groans of pained protest. The only thing Sairai could concentrate on was the thousands of pinpricks she felt inside of her as his rock-hard erection forced its way into and out of her. That is, until Chedl desperately wrapped his hands around Sairai, grasping her in a tight embrace. His arms up to the elbows were covered in their combined juices, and this sloppy mess was now slathered all over her breasts and stomach.
She felt overpowered, held against her will. He was violating her even as she demanded he didn't, and so soon after her orgasm. Her loins ached with a dull pain, punctuated with a hot stab of spiking pain… and she was rapidly aroused. His cum was all over her — smeared onto her rump, leaking and squirting out of her pussy onto his pistoning cock, rubbed into her teats, moisturizing her legs, carelessly splat across her stomach, and dripping down her breasts as he fondled her, eagerly attempting to deposit another load deep within her. His inexperienced thrusts only reminded her of her many times with Randy. She wished she could feel angry, but her mind soon turned to lust. She thrusted back against the eager centaur colt, hearing his needful grunts in her ear turning her on even further. Even only twenty seconds from her recent climax, she wanted more and was rapidly reaching it.
For a full four minutes, the two youths were thrusting and panting and straining against each other, in the throes of overwhelming ecstasy. At some point Sairai slapped her hands to his, helping him caress her breasts, making sure to cover every part of her torso in his sticky seed. His grunts and groans were met by her incredulous moaning, the sound of their lovemaking echoing loudly through the shack. She pushed back against every thrust, feeling his cock slide effortlessly within her well-lubricated tunnel, his semen soaked balls slapping against her semen caked teats. She leaned back to kiss him, but after only a few seconds of sensuous lip-locking, his hips quickly doubled in speed, grunting and snarling into her mouth with each violent fuck until he was sent over the edge.
Breaking the kiss to whinny triumphantly, the eager centaur hilted himself within her. He was not quite as full-grown as Saldrin had been, so he did not fill her completely, but a stream fluid erupted against her internal walls, fresh semen joining his less recent contributions. Between the two, she was completely filled with his seed, more splatterings of fluid bursting out of her, spraying onto Chedl's legs and the ground. She was glad to be the vessel for his ecstatic ejaculations - she could think of no place she would rather be than to be on the receiving end of the handsome centaur's lust-filled thrusts. Despite feeling thoroughly used and somewhat humiliated, Sairai joined him in the bliss of orgasm, a mere minute since her last by him.
Her sudden internal convulsions gave Chedl a sudden resurgence, and before he knew it, the young stallion hyperventilated as he began thrusting again, the contractions compressing his hyper-sensitive cock, triggering a smaller, consecutive ejaculation, milking it of every last ounce he could give. Sairai gave a plaintive cry, gasping for breath, covered in sweat and semen. All she could think about was Jilla and her father, Saldrin, still fucking in the loft across the field, while Sairai took all that Jilla's fiancée could give.
Overwhelmed by the sensations gripping his cock, Chedl suddenly dismounted, pulling forcefully out of the still climaxing filly. There was no more he could give, only the barest dribble of semen fell from his tip as he panted, looking Sairai over. Her vulva was slowly closing now that it was so abruptly evacuated, but a veritable river of fluids flowed out of her, running down her legs onto the ground, which was coated almost as much as Sairai herself. She shuddered as his excess seed drained from her - Her entire rump was white and dripping, from her thighs to the tips of her teats, and her breasts and abdomen were equally soaked. She gasped for breath and managed to pant, to her now assertively grinning lover, "You don't have to worry about Jilla, Chedl - you'll do just fine."
Chapter 13: Part Thirteen
Summary:
The first day trying to quit a habit is the hardest. But for Sairai, it was impossible—only a few hours after attempting to abstain from sex, she singlehandedly imploded an entire family's faithfulness! But now, rescued, rested, revitalized, and ravished, Sairai must return home after spending the whole weekend...out. With the only defender of the ranch locked up for raping the only OTHER defender of the ranch, hopefully there's still a home to return to...
However, something so unexpected happens, that not even Sairai, who has been through everything in the past week, can hope to comprehend it.
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The next morning found Sairai walking the long way home— post haste. She had spent the night managing to keep Chedl from finding out about his fiancée, Jilla, mating her father over and over, but Sairai fathomed that with their complete lack of willpower, it would be a very short time before Jilla and her father, Saldrin’s incestuous infidelity would be discovered. In the morning, as all the centaur ate breakfast together, Saldrin and Jilla left the meal early, claiming they needed to do some work in the hayloft. They both abandoned all traces of subtlety, outright stifling childish giggles as they bounded off giddy as goats, leaving Sairai, Chedl, and Hendi to finish an awkward breakfast. Sairai finished her meal as quickly as she could, thanked Hendi for their hospitality, and made for home immediately. With father and daughter at the height of their recklessness, and with Sairai no longer there to “distract” the other members of the household, it would be mere minutes before either cuckolded lover became curious or suspicious, applied the process of elimination, and determined the obvious.
Taking a more rotund direction to avoid any chance of encountering the four centaur any time soon, once she was sure she was a good distance away, Sairai picked up speed into a brisk trot. She would reach home fairly late in the day, finding the elk cows desperately in need of milking after three days of being untended… assuming they were still alive. Sairai had locked up the family mountain lion who was tasked with protecting the small herd, which was part of the reason she found herself in the middle of… such a head splitting predicament she could barely end up recollecting.
The herd of her father’s elk— headed by the unruly bulls, Actaeon and Randy— had been attacked by griffons, and without Tor to help her, she had had to fight them off alone. She led them away from the herd, but then was overpowered. She narrowly escaped the griffons by running into a nearby cave, but that proved to be an even greater mistake. Inside the cave lived a colony of minotaurs— ancient magical creatures known for their desire to rape the females of other species, as they had none of their own. Once finished with their captives, they would either kill and eat them, or let them go, destined to bear a minotaur calf to continue the brutal species.
They had found Sairai and set to their dark business. There were so many of them that their insatiable lusts simply replenished infinitely with time, and she had been trapped within their den for hours, using her young body, endlessly to her simultaneous delight and dismay. The physical exhaustion would have eventually killed her, if it weren’t for the blessed luck of Saldrin, the local shaman— and Sairai’s former teacher— happening upon her and scaring the creatures off, leaving her coated and oozing gallons of their evil seed. Saldrin took Sairai to his home, where he met Jilla and Chedl, leading up to now, and… !
Oh, sweet gods above.
Her mind, heart, stomach, conscience, legs, nethers, and her very soul all swirled in an unfathomable vortex in an at-once thrilling and chilling reminder, that she had engaged in over a hundred sexual acts of depravity of all sorts— with every single one of those creatures that she had just recalled. Some willingly, mostly unwillingly, but regardless, every single one. The reason she had even locked Tor away was to avoid getting mounted by him dozens of times so she could tend to the elk that had taken her virginity!
Now, as she walked home, ashamed and unclean, all she could think about now was her heavy belly. Of all the creatures and species she had slept with in the scant space of a week, only the large village of minotaurs, and Saldrin and Chedl, were compatible of impregnating her. She knew it was impossible, but she swore she could already feel the weight of the monster growing in her womb. She had used her mentor and his son-in-law’s virility as excuses to roll around in the hay with them for most of the weekend (in one case, literally), but deep down she knew that there was virtually zero chance that either of the handsome centaur’s seed would win out against dozens of minotaurs of all ages. What would she tell her family? She couldn't just wait until the creature was born, as tempting as that was. She shook her head as she kept a decent pace, attempting to clear her mind of the solemn funk. At least she still had a good week or two before her family would return from the raids. Plenty of time to think.
The trip was over quickly thanks to Sairai's preoccupation. Just as the sun was setting over the mountaintops, she saw the small house that she called home, the ranch encompassing it in a homely embrace, and the two elk pens that were her livelihood. She was afraid to look, for fear that the griffons, or some other monster, had returned to claim the herd while she had been gone for so long, but she was utterly relieved to see that none of the elk were harmed. Actaeon and Randy, the two excitable bulls, bleated at her in what she could only assume was aroused irritation, but the does were more insistent. They desperately needed to be milked.
But first things first, she had to release Tor. Sairai trotted over to the house and paused at the front door. She took a deep breath, mentally (and physically) preparing herself for any amorous wrath she might incur from him. As expected, the tawny mountain lion bounded out of the house, tackling into Sairai and knocking her down. Tail already held flat against her nether lips, she straightened her arms outward and used her loudest and most stern voice: “NO, Tor. Down! Don’t you dare—!”
It was as far as she got before he pounced all over her surprised form, wriggling joyfully and swiping wet rough licks against her face and body eliciting a delighted round of relieved tickles. She moved her arms to embrace him instead, laughing against the squirming cat. “I know, I know— I’m sorry! I missed you, too.” Tor batted and licked, his throat seemingly stuck between growls of frustration and mewls of worried excitement, before soon easing away.
Sairai wiped her face of excess drool, admonishing: “Well, if you would control your lusts around me, I wouldn’t have to lock you i…”
He was already gone.
Speeding across the acreage as if he were aflame, stopping only to pelt an unfortunate tree with days’ worth of urine, he was a light brown blur of pent up energy released enthusiastically. He wasted no time bounding into the forest, probably wanting to hunt something to eat after three days of starvation. Sairai was just glad he was too happy being free to think about taking out his frustration on her— again. She cautiously entered her family’s estate, again dreading the worst, but the house was surprisingly still in good shape — he must have spent most of the time sleeping.
Grabbing the buckets, she headed to the does' enclosure, ignoring the increasingly pleading bleats coming from the two bucks. Sairai knew what they wanted of her. She made sure to ignore them for last. Their eyes followed her rump as she walked. Sairai firmly kept her eyes off the insistent studs, but her mind was resolutely on them. She could hardly believe it had been less than a week since Actaeon and Randy had forcibly introduced her to womanhood. She knew she should be angry at them - they had raped her, after all - but she couldn't help but still feel affection for them. It wasn't their fault; she had mistakenly been scented with the mark of one of the does in heat before visiting their pen. They didn't know any better. And if they hadn't, she might not have been well-versed enough to sate those hungry griffons that had raided the farm. Who knows — they might have eaten her instead.
Still, the does needed her, and she walked into the pen and got to work. It was a difficult task, milking a doe when all the other does kept shoving their rumps in Sairai's face, demanding their turn. It took hours, all the way until nightfall, but finally she had filled the buckets, and the does were contentedly eating grass. Trip after trip, she returned the full buckets to the house, for storage, and each time she passed the buck's pen, they pawed at the fence and bleated at her. She refused to look them in the eye, and kept at arm’s length, to prevent Actaeon from wising up to the idea of jumping the fence again.
She knew what would happen if she dared meet their gaze. Sairai had been struggling with her own self-control for what seemed like forever, but her overeager zeal to crumble her resolve for a night of indulgence with Chedl had shattered her self-esteem. Actaeon's insistent, powerful glare would surely overcome her weak will, and she would gladly enter their enclosure, knowing that they would spend the next several hours taking turns mounting her. Knowing they would… and wanting them to. Another stab of guilt forced Sairai to keep moving.
When she unloaded the last bucket, Sairai put the farm tools away, and tiredly made her way to her bed inside the house, trying not to hear the bull's eager cries. When she had first arrived, their brays and calls were understandably upset, then as she continued without them, indignant and demanding. But now, well after midnight, they were pleading and distressed, almost pained. Sairai whined, fidgeting. She kept telling herself that it was piteous heartache she was feeling, but that wasn’t the case at all. Should she? Oh, it would be so easy… In seconds, she could be out there, enjoying the bliss of panting eagerly underneath the massive rocking elk. She could feel the smooth, wet pleasure as her tingling entrance clenched around their spewing cocks, their excess fluids painting her rump as proof of their ownership over her.
It was incredibly tempting…
She knew it would feel so good…
But would she ever be able to stop herself? What would happen when her family returned, and she lost her will to resist the bucks' demands?
She was a young girl, sure, but she didn't want to resign herself to an empty future of mindless ecstasy. She had to become strong, and show the mere animals that she was more than a fuck toy. More than a womb to be filled. Tonight, she would ignore their siren song, no matter how tempted she became. It was with that determination that she eventually drifted off to an exhausted rest, plagued by their bemoaning sounds.
It was an unknown amount of time later that their cries had changed.
Sairai woke almost immediately; something was wrong. The bucks’ warbling bleats weren’t unsatisfied sexual calls— they were laced with confusion. Fear. Sairai bolted up and ran for the front door, bow and quiver in hand, ready to defend the herd — and her lovers — once again.
Galloping towards the elk pens, Sairai slid to a freeze, noticing something strange that made her heart stop in her chest. All thoughts of fighting, worry, even mating and willpower were flushed from her mind as she beheld something she had never seen before. Something unbelievable. There, in the very same pen as Actaeon and Randy, stood an immense creature. The bucks were cowering the corner of the enclosure, bleating helplessly as the monster approached them.
The blonde centaur's eyes were locked wide open, trying to process what she saw. It was the largest wolf she had ever seen, as tall at the shoulders as the elk, with pure white fur flowing smoothly along its body. It was startlingly beautiful, yet terrifying at the same time. Its jaws were large enough to snap all the way around Sairai's midsection, but she knew she must confront it. She couldn't allow the creature to kill the elk. Especially not Actaeon and Randy.
Cursing her luck that Tor was still out on the hunt, she gathered as much courage as she could and charged, screaming loudly, hoping she could frighten the monster off without having to fight. She was still nocking her arrow and setting her sights on the massive canine, when her arm went limp.
Eyes bulging in panic, Sairai tried to reposition her firing arm, but she couldn't get it to respond. Similarly, her feet stopped moving soon after, and she eventually stood in place, twenty feet from the creature. It must have paralyzed her, somehow! She was trapped, unable to defend herself, and it was clear that the wolf was now approaching her instead of the elk. Could the monstrous wolf truly be intelligent enough to be able to employ magic?
She knew she was in serious trouble if that were the case. The young centaur had no means to defend against magic, much less sufficient means to oppose such a large wolf. Her only hope was that Tor would return in time... or… maybe… As with the griffons, perhaps she could satisfy the wolf's hunger in a different way. If it could buy her time… She tried to will her feet to move, in an effort to turn and present her hindquarters to the approaching wolf. But her feet wouldn't budge.
"Put down your weapons, Sairai," the creature said, working its large, canine jaws to form words. Sairai was shocked. It could talk? It knew her name? She relaxed the muscles in her hand holding her bow and arrow, and to her surprise, as they fell limply to the ground she regained control of her limbs.
The wolf reached the tall fence that was the only thing standing between her and her gruesome demise. Yet there was something comforting in the way the thing spoke. It seemed neither angry, nor evil, nor harboring ill-intent. Though she was now only ten feet from a white wolf as big as she was, she no longer even had the compulsion to flee. It stopped at the fence, remaining inside the bucks' enclosure to keep a comfortable distance from the young girl.
That soft, rumbling voice echoed again, "I will not hurt you. In fact, I am here to help you."
Sairai found that she could speak, and so she said, "Help me? Wh-who are you?"
"I am a god, Sairai. Kusa, the goddess of fertility, whose jurisdiction is the creation of all life. I am here because you, Sairai, have shown unshakable resolve, immense bravery and courage, and insurmountable perseverance, even throughout a week filled with such devastating tribulations and taxing hardships. We, the gods, have watched your trials of adversity with great pity and sorrow. Sadly, I could not intervene with the events that unfolded regarding your previous endeavors. But, since circumstances have changed in my favor, finally I can help you now."
The centaur was speechless. A goddess? Standing in front of her? She had heard of Kusa long ago, from Saldrin during the occasional sacerdotal lesson in her youth. The pantheon of gods was so massive that it would be nearly impossible to remember them all, but there were a few major, highly important ones, and Kusa was supposed to be one of them. Fertility was obviously one of the most important features of existence. Why on earth would one of the gods approach her?
"Wh-what? Help me how?" the confused girl stammered.
Sairai was perplexed as the large, menacing-looking creature began to wag its tail, belying her fierce nature. Kusa spoke again, "I believe you are aware of the consequences of your time in the cave. It is true, you are pregnant with a minotaur calf. But I am here to make you an offer that will allow you to give birth to a creature that is not a heartless monster, without bringing offense to the god of the minotaurs."
Sairai blinked. "There is a god of minotaurs?"
"Every species has its representative, and it is your god, Chiraxion, who is responsible for my visit. He wishes justice and happiness to you after seeing your plight, and has asked me to intervene in your pregnancy."
Sairai gasped, "You mean… you can make it so that I'm not pregnant?"
The large wolf's tongue lolled out of her mouth. "That is decidedly not the business I am in, Sairai. Hxuipotl wouldn't like that." The goddess grinned.
"Hu-hutso… ?" the centaur asked, baffled by all the strange things the goddess spoke of.
"I'm sorry. Hxuipotl, the god of the minotaurs. He has claim over your pup. I could do nothing, except that Chiraxion is willing to make an exchange with Hxuipotl on your behalf."
Sairai took a long break from the conversation, trying to slow down and comprehend the unbelievable things she had just heard. The great Chiraxion, protector of the centaur, had sent the Goddess of fertility to help her. It was too much to believe. She was lost in thought, her mind racing. She took in her surroundings, mincing her feet and breathing deeply, but everything spoke to the reality of the situation. There was nothing dream-like about it. The elk cows to her left were contentedly munching, and the two bulls seemed to have gotten over their initial fear of the invading wolf. They too, were grazing peacefully while Sairai spoke to the Goddess.
Finally, Sairai said, "What exchange?" to Kusa.
Kusa had waited patiently for the young girl, and her canine ears perked up at the question. "Chiraxion has offered his blessed wife, Lullwen, queen of the centaur, to bear a calf by Hxuipotl. To replace the one you will no longer bear."
Sairai's eyes widened. "You mean...?"
Kusa nodded, "Assuming you accept my proposition, Hxuipotl will be afforded one night with the queen, whereupon she will bear his son. Though I suspect Hxuipotl is much more interested in spending the night with the queen than in another son..." She grinned again, her sharp, interlocking teeth making Sairai nervous.
Sairai was horrified. "I… I can't allow that to happen!" she yelped, jumping backward a foot. "I would never send Queen Lullwen to such a fate..." She had never realized the gods were quite as real as they appeared to be, but that did little to dull her willingness to sacrifice for her would-be protectors.
"I would accept their offer, were I you, Sairai. Chiraxion would never make such a bargain if the blessed queen were not in agreement herself. They know what they are doing, and you know little of the terrible hardships you will face in the future, should you continue to bear this monster. The queen wants you to accept, for your own fate. I assure you, my compassionate soul, she will be fine."
Sairai looked down. She had a lot to think about, and she suspected not much time. She doubted Kusa would stand around waiting for her answer, so Sairai decided she would have to trust in the great Chiraxion's judgment. Gulping, with a slow nod, the young centaur said, "Alright… alright, I agree. What happens now?"
Cocking her head sideways, the goddess then closed her eyes, visualizing the events unfolding between worlds, and said, "Well, right now Hxuipotl is clambering onto Lullwen rather urgently, holding her tail up vertically, then shoving his— "
"No… no." Sairai with her eyes shut in frustration, held her hand out, interrupting the goddess’ blunt description of metaphysical mateship rather quickly. “I’ve become very well experienced on that end.”
"Oh, you mean what happens to you. That makes sense," Kusa apologized, her ears drooping. She looked the centaur filly over, before calmly explaining, "You will still bear a child, but I can do something that will allow you to bear a centaur… more or less."
Sairai’s brow furrowed. "More or less?"
The Goddess lowered her head in affirmation. "It will take some work on your part.” She then resumed eye contact with the young girl. “With my blessing, your offspring will become a compilation of all the seed inside of you. Your child will have many fathers, from these two elk, to the horses and humans, your mountain lion, the griffons, the minotaurs...even Saldrin and Chedl. But even with my blessing, your offspring will be mostly minotaur, considering just how much semen was planted into your fertile womb."
Sairai bristled, indignant. "Then what is the point!?" she asked.
"My blessing is meant to help tip the scales, my brave dear. Your child may be forming as a minotaur, but from this moment on, you can help reverse the defection. This fertile boon will last for two weeks. Any additional genetic contributions made will be incorporated into your son or daughter. Therefore, all you need to do is seek out centaur mates, and with each ejaculation, your child will become that much more like you. You may also notice a shorter gestation period, as each sperm contributes to the growth of your pup."
Sairai had no idea what "gestation" or "sperm" was. But this deal was sounding worse every minute. "But… no other centaur are here! The ones that aren’t my own family are out raiding with them! The only other centaur males nearby… ohh… " She groaned wearily, heavily dreading the answer, despite already knowing it.
Kusa nodded sagely. "Saldrin and Chedl; they seem to be the only viable options.”
Shaking her head, Sairai whimpered, “No… no, I can’t go back there.” She couldn’t even imagine the chaos that had unfolded after she had left; no doubt Hendi had caught them already— by now, any of the other three adulterers could have pieced together her involvement in shattering two marriages at once!
The wolf shrugged, which was an awkward gesture for the canine body. “I am sorry. Without further divine intervention, I'm afraid this is all I can do for you."
"I-I can’t do this— You didn’t tell me any of these details! I don't want this any more, I want to take it back!" the young girl exclaimed, shaking in equal parts worry and anger.
Kusa blinked. "It's too late, Sairai. Hxuipotl is...well… " the wolf drifted off into thought, as if looking elsewhere. Looking into the distance to a place not of this earth. She continued, "...several rounds into holding down Queen Lullwen and pounding into her, breeding for… at least the seventh time. She is already destined to bear his calf. But I can withhold my blessing if that is truly what you want," she said.
Sairai's head drooped, and she said, "No, no. I guess..."
The wolf raised her ears in concern. "This will be a good thing, Sairai. Even should you find no centaur to mate, your offspring will already be vastly superior to a pure minotaur. You do not want to imagine the horror a mother feels when her newborn child is taken away and slaughtered. Or worse, if you stole away and raised the creature on your own. You know firsthand what a minotaur is like, and no motherly nurturing will deter them from the fate that they are born with. You would not want to willingly unleash that upon the world, or worse… for them to turn on their own."
Sairai nodded.
Kusa continued, "Now allow me to offer my blessing, Sairai, whereupon I will return in two weeks to complete the process, and perform your birthing ritual."
"What do I do?"
With a calm, commanding voice, the canine said, "Come to me, and turn around."
The centaur hesitantly approached the white wolf until she stood directly in front of the goddess. Only a foot-wide fence stood between her and the similarly sized wolf. She realized her hands were shaking.
"Turn around," Kusa repeated.
Hesitating for a moment, Sairai spun in place, until the middle fence bar was pressing up against her hind legs, the wolf just beyond. Sairai looked over her shoulder at the brilliantly radiant creature, only now realizing how dazzling and bright she looked in this dark farm under the dim moonlight.
"Lift your tail."
Sairai gasped nervously, taken aback.
"Lift your tail, Sairai." the goddess repeated, impatient.
Reluctantly, the young girl did as she was told. Who was she to complain to a God, much less one seeking to help her. She watched as the wolf pushed her head through the tightly spaced bars of the fence, folding her large ears, pushing her snout up under the centaur's tail and sniffing. Sairai quivered, not knowing what to expect.
"Don't worry, my child: this won't hurt. At all." With that, the wolf extended her tongue, which at first appeared to be a normal canine’s palette. As it kept flowing from her mouth, however, it became apparent that the wet organ was many, many times longer than a true wolf's tongue. Sairai's eyes widened as the tip of the serpent-like appendage pressed up against her slit, then penetrated her. The centaur had to struggle to keep her tail raised, gasping as she was invaded in her most private place, the wide, wet intruder sliding deeper and deeper into her young body. Inch after inch of the tongue gently slid across Sairai's trembling clitoris, caressing it along the way. Kusa was right, at least. This certainly didn't hurt at all.
Somehow, the wolf could still speak, hearing the goddess’ voice within her mind. Despite her long tongue being plunged two feet inside of the filly, she said, "I must reach the child inside of you. Just relax."
There was an order Sairai wasn't about to disobey. The wet, slurping sensation between her legs was about as soothing a feeling as she had ever experienced. She moaned, letting the familiar warmth of pleasure spread across her body, and spread her legs to ease the wolf's entry. She could feel the tongue now, pressing up against her cervix. But her tightly closed walls blocked any further progress. Kusa seemed determined to barrel through, pushing more and more of the endless tongue into Sairai, until the organ coiled up inside her, spreading her as wide as the minotaurs had.
Sairai could hold back no more, clasping her own breasts as she had so many times before. She rubbed and caressed herself, panting and nickering softly in pleasure as the pressure built up inside of her. She called out, "Oh, gods!" in unrestrained ecstasy.
Chuckling, the wolf said, "Precisely."
Embarrassed, Sairai, looked back at the creature giving her so much pleasure, blushing a deep red. "I'm sorry, I don't mean any disrespect..."
"No, please, continue! Enjoy yourself – pleasure assists in fertility, after all. Just watching your arousal… feeds my own.”
Sairai nodded and eagerly obeyed, sighing and caressing her breasts in masturbatory assistance. Smiling at the young centauress’ blissful gyrations, she tilted her canine avatar’s head and pushed forward, holding off on her sanctification duties for a moment to amplify her young disciple’s pleasure. Kusa pulled her tongue back slightly, teasing the cervical opening with heated licks back and forth, maintaining a section of moist palette dedicated to her winking clitoris. The young mare-woman’s pants turned into louder moans, partially gathering the attention of the elk on either side grazing or resting in their pen.
Sairai’s tail flagged jerkily— and Kusa’s tail wagged madly— as she moaned and thrust her hips back against the probing tongue. Then she felt it. So much tongue had entered her that the pressure against her cervix was too much, and the very tip of the wolf's organ pushed inside of her womb. Thanks to the blessing of the fertility goddess— and the debilitating orgasmic feelings starting to boil within her— it wasn't painful, but rather wet, warm, and pleasant. She felt the tongue entering her uterus and filling it, pressing up against her internal walls, and wrapping around the microscopic ball of life embedded inside. It was so overwhelming that Sairai could do little but thrust back pitifully and whimper, letting her orgasm coil in and upon itself, ready to snap.
"I have found your pup, and now I offer my blessing."
With that, Sairai felt a growing warmth inside of her as the magic infused her baby. The sensation rocked her womb, and the girl could hold back no longer, screaming in delight as waves of pleasure wracked her young body. The wolf's agile tongue still pressed fiercely up against Sairai's clitoris, triggering moan after moan from the centaur filly's throat. Then she felt the tongue slowly retract, pulling out of her inch by inch. The painstakingly slow extraction made her climax again, her entire body shaking.
"It is done. Every male who will sow his seed within you in the next two weeks, will add his share to the development of your child. I wish you -"
The white wolf yipped! in surprise, interrupted by something. She quickly pulled her tongue the rest of the way out of the centaur, breaking Sairai out of her orgasm-induced stupor. Sairai turned around, gasping upon an act of outright ignorant sacrilege! Randy had just mounted the goddess Kusa!
As bold as can be, the elk had sneaked up and leapt upon the wolf's wagging hindquarters, and with the experience and assertiveness he gained from plowing Sairai so many dozens of times over the week, he easily transferred his joyful lusts to the nearest female of convenience, and rocketed his long, red erection directly into the white wolf's unprepared pussy. It was a shocking juxtaposition, the 700-pound cervine, generally the prey of the wild, grasping the wolf goddess around her thighs and laying into the massive predator with full force. He gave the odd shape of the wolf's canine vulva not even a second thought. He bleated in triumph.
"Randy! No!" gasped Sairai. What would Kusa do? She surely had the power to smite the ignorant buck from existence.
Whimpering, Kusa tried to pull her head back, but she stopped when it collided between the bars of the fence. Oh, cruel fates— she must have gotten it wedged in when she was so busy pleasuring Sairai! She tried to move forward, but again, the fence was in the way, and she couldn't push backward with the humongous elk pounding her. Sairai was stunned and mortified, but quickly became… confused. The wolf was surely in a compromising position, her head stuck between slats in the fence and her rump stretching into the bull pen, but Kusa was a goddess! Why didn't she simply...do something?
Kusa gasped, and spoke through gritted teeth as the powerful buck humped against her, "Please…Sairai, I...I am...forbidden from...harming things on the...physical plane! I cannot break the fence without injuring this form!!"
Amazing. Something as simple as a metal fence had trapped an unequivocal goddess. Sairai knelt next to the wolf's trapped head and asked, "What should I do?"
Urgently, the goddess gasped, "Unh! Sairai...get him off of me, quickly! I'm not too keen on bearing pups for this animal!"
Sairai blinked. "You can do that?"
Growling, Kusa exclaimed, "I’m a Goddess of Fertility; I’m compatible with all male creatures! Now hurry!"
Jumping to her feet, the centaur filly trotted to the gate. All the while, Randy kept thrusting away at his helpless victim, entirely unaware he was raping the goddess Kusa. His large, overfilled balls were swinging back and forth, colliding with the wolf's white rump, a feeling Sairai remembered quite well. There wasn't much time before Randy would flood her divine womb. Sairai opened the gate, distantly feeling a sense of déjà vu over how similar these events were to her own first time, when Actaeon forced himself upon her after she had tried to rescue Mabel. Sairai looked over to where Actaeon stood, watching Randy, Kusa, and Sairai with passive disinterest.
"Hurry! I can feel the beginnings inside me!" the wolf pleaded.
Gulping, Sairai prayed that Actaeon would continue to stay out of this, because she was duty-bound to help the goddess, who had already done so much for the young centaur, and knew that saving Kusa would require her full attention. She galloped over to the trapped wolf, pinned beneath the massive weight of the young elk bull. It was a reach, but Sairai was able to grab one of Randy's extensive antlers, using a technique she had seen her father use— make any elk submit by literally grabbing a bull by the horns— and yanking them laterally to the ground.
She pulled and pulled, but she just did not have the same upper body strength as her father. Indeed, Randy was quite insistent, groaning, pumping, and straining into the graceful predator, desperately trying to claim the divine bitch as his own. Sairai grasped Randy's antlers with both hands, and used all four feet in the mud to pull. But she only weighed roughly 300 pounds, less than half that of the elk. She managed to turn Randy's head, and suddenly, progress was being made. She could hear his feet starting to slip! She had done it! She was pulling the horny elk off!
Except that that was when the moment she had feared since entering the pen happened. Just as she was nearly tugging Randy fully off of the trapped goddess, she felt a familiar sensation on her own back. No, no, no, no, no! Not now! She had almost freed Kusa! Practically forgetting about her impending impregnation, the wolf goddess' eyes widened as Kusa watched the 800 pound Actaeon leap atop the much smaller centaur, pushing her forward and down roughly, until the centaur was pushed up sideways against the fence. Now Sairai's forelegs were buried in the mud, pressing painfully against the metal fence, a mere two feet from where Kusa lay similarly trapped.
Sairai had a split second to yell, "Stop, dammit!" before the massive elk patriarch barreled into her. Sairai screamed at the sudden entrance, though it was far from painful, her body so familiar with the elks; especially after such a powerful tongue bath from the fertility Goddess. The white wolf whimpered loudly, realizing that her rescuer now needed just as much rescuing. But the goddess refused to give up hope.
Growling, Kusa exclaimed, "Sairai, can you reach the fence post? Unf!" She yelped as Randy pulled the canine back onto his solid cock, bucking against her as well. "If you can lift up the rail, I can move forward and then help you escape!"
It was swirling through her again.
That fire of naughty heat.
Sairai shivered, Actaeon's familiar humps coursing through her, bringing her back to that ecstatic feeling. She hadn’t meant to be under the pent-up buck tonight, but she was oh-so-happy to take advantage, moaning hotly as Actaeon's long, glistening rod repeatedly violated her wet entrance, still hyper-sensitive from her recent orgasm. It was incredibly hard to concentrate. Each thrust brought both elk closer to their goal, and Sairai knew that time was running out, especially for Kusa, but she couldn't help but feel a certain camaraderie with the Goddess. Both females were trapped and being raped by gigantic, powerful elk, and it almost seemed if the father and son were thrusting in time together, the emphatic slapping of their heavily swollen, abstinent balls against the ladies' rumps simultaneous.
"Hurry, only you can do it! I am forbidden!"
The goddess's desperate voice snapped Sairai out of her learned submissiveness. The young girl wanted nothing more than to ride out Actaeon's furious thrusts again and again, until he had finished with her. But Kusa needed her help. Sairai pushed away from the fence post against which she was pinned, and grunted, stretching out for the rail that locked Kusa's head in place. She couldn't reach it!
"Try, Sairai, try!" the goddess exclaimed, close to tears as Randy rutted her. How many more thrusts before the young elk was spent? Three? Four?
Sairai stretched her arm painfully, trying to reach that railing. But she endured another powerful thrust from the 800-pound elk, pushing her light frame forward mercilessly. Actaeon had never been a particularly gentle lover, but this time, after being denied pleasure for three days, he bucked as though it were his last. He penetrated her so deeply. She could feel him a foot or more inside of her, her insides clenching powerfully around his quivering rod, and she felt a warm stream of liquid sliding slowly down her rump. He might be closer even than Randy!
Then she realized that last thrust had forced her even closer to the railing. She could reach it! She pulled herself up to the metal bar that served to keep both females helpless to resist the bulls' affection, and pushed upward. But it didn't budge!
"Sairai," Kusa explained, with urgency, "If you don't lift that railing, he'll fill you up! Your baby will become that much more elk-like!"
The teenage mother’s eyes widened in recollection. She hadn't thought of that. Oh Gods, what was she to do? She had to lift that rail! There were only a few seconds left, she knew from experience. The elk were about to come... She summoned all of her strength, grabbing the railing and pushing upward with all her strength, and to her joy, it budged. One more push that like and it would come tumbling down! She still had hope...
But as she readied herself for a second push, Actaeon rammed deep into her, his front hooves digging painfully into her sides, and it was her hopes, not the railing, that fell. The massive buck bleated loudly into the air as he once again laid claim on the young centaur filly, erupting deep inside of her. He held himself hilted inside of her, each pulse of semen firing mightily and flooding her chamber. She felt the warm and thick fluid, almost syrupy it seemed, having been stored for so long, splashing all the way against the inner walls of her cervix, and realized that Kusa's magic must have kept her tight, cervical walls open to aid the collection of semen. Sairai shuddered and gasped as she lay there, used without a thought to the consequences by the eager animal, a growing, magical warmth filling her uterus. It felt just as good as when the wolf first gave her blessing, and Sairai couldn't resist joining her lover is joyous orgasm.
The filly began thrusting her hips wildly against the elk's throbbing erection as he continued to coat every inch of the young girl's hole. She whinnied in exultation, barely able to hear Kusa's protests. "Sairai! Please, concentrate...Sairai!" But the centaur was in no position to respond, moaning as Actaeon's seed folded magically into her growing fetus. The white wolf whimpered, still trapped on one end by the fence she was forbidden to destroy, and trapped on the other by the humping young buck whom she was forbidden to slaughter. "Sairai, he's about to— "
But the fertility goddess never finished her sentence as Randy rocketed forward into his unwilling bitch just moments after his father had finished inside of Sairai. His triumphant scream joined Actaeon's as he began pumping Kusa full of his life-giving seed. Like Sairai, the goddess' womb would eagerly drink in the buck's sperm, though unlike the filly, her offspring would be one-hundred percent elk calf. Kusa knew from experience that each time she coupled, one of her six to eight divine eggs would be fertilized, so she was already destined to bear one, and only one calf. At the back of her mind, she knew she would have to escape as soon as the rutting buck left her abused rump alone, lest he try to take her again until she had a full litter.
But at the front of her mind, Kusa was in blind ecstasy. She was certainly no stranger to the joys of copulation, and what Randy lacked in precision, he made up for in eagerness. And forcefulness! She opened her mouth and howled, trying to raise her head but once again hitting her neck on the fence railings she was stuck between. She hoped none of the other deities were watching, as this was more than a little embarrassing. Randy flooded her spasming cunt as the wolf pushed back against the 700-pound behemoth. Soon his excess was flowing out of her, bleaching the white fur of her rump so that it shimmered even more brightly in the moonlight. She dug her claws into the dirt, holding her ground against the elk and her tremendous, quivering orgasm.
Through clenched teeth, the goddess exclaimed, "Take me, you magnificent beast, make me yours!" As another wave of fluid pounded her internal walls, she growled, adding, "Fill me with your pups!"
Sairai fared little better under Actaeon's fierce administrations. She moaned and whinnied as he violated her, her womb, and even her unborn child, every ounce of his seed contributing to the growing fetus. She glanced over at Kusa, smiling tiredly to see the massive wolf moaning, her tongue lolling pitifully from her muzzle. Sairai knew firsthand how good it felt to be dominated by these elk, and she felt a strange connection to the goddess now that she too was experiencing it. Crying out in ecstasy, Sairai could do little but kneel in the mud as Actaeon had his way with her.
All too soon he was done with her, spent for the time being, though Sairai knew just how little time it took for these elk to recuperate. Actaeon wasted no time once finished, pulling out of Sairai and leaving her trembling and helpless on the ground, much thicker dregs of semen spilling down her hind legs and forming a small pool in the mud. Almost with disdain, the elk patriarch walked away from her, offering no gentleness, no affection. She felt as if he had taken what was his by right, and felt no obligation toward Sairai.
Moments later, Randy followed suit, pulling suddenly out of the giant wolf, the force of his dismount sending the horny canine into another shuddering orgasm. The goddess whimpered pitifully, and Sairai could see Kusa's diminutive posture, her hind legs bent into a crouch, her tail raised and to the side as a river of semen flowed out of her large triangular mound. Sairai gasped for breath, trying to regain her ability to speak. The goddess was locked in climax, shuddering, and Sairai knew exactly what would happen if Kusa didn't take this opportunity to escape. But the young girl panted, unable to articulate her warning.
The filly grasped the fence post, trying to pull herself to her feet, but her legs were still weak from her ongoing orgasm. Frankly, she was amazed that her hind legs were still locked and standing, considering how shaky her knees were. "K-kusa..." she managed.
"Uuuuuuuuunnnn..." the goddess replied, her tongue falling sideways out of her mouth. She had never looked less divine than in that moment, head trapped in a fence, forced into the mud, panting desperately after being raped to orgasm and impregnated by a mortal animal. The white wolf could feel the egg inside her taking root, her hallowed womb magically accelerating gestation.
Sairai gasped for breath, even now watching as Actaeon now approached the wolf from behind, sniffing under her raised tail. She didn't have time to regain her breath, she had to warn Kusa, now! "K-kusa...nnn...watch..." she panted. But Sairai failed to utter the final word, "out". Kusa's head was cocked quizzically to the side as she looked at the centaur, oblivious until a split second later that Actaeon was behind her, his glistening red rod firm and wanting. She looked back just in time to see the even larger elk leap onto her back, and though she tried to swivel out from the fence, she was forced forward, again trapped between the slats. The wolf's eyes popped open and she elicited a long, loud whine as the heavy elk claimed her back, rocked his hips forward, and penetrated the goddess until he was hilt-deep within her canine cunt.
"Aooooohhh!" she howled, trembling as her oversensitive vulva was forced several inches apart to accommodate his throbbing erection. Actaeon's son had paved the way for him, amply greasing the goddess's passageway, allowing the father's larger cock to glide effortlessly in. The larger elk was rougher than Randy, digging his hooves into the wolf's abdomen and pushing her abrasively against the metal fence with each thrust. The sturdy enclosure warped slightly from the pressure as the bull forced Kusa's body against it. The wolf was no goddess to Actaeon, she was merely yet another wet cunt to dominate.
Chapter 14: Part Fourteen
Summary:
Continuing directly after Part Thirteen, Kusa can't wrench herself free from her attacker... and Sairai doesn't want to. Even a God is powerless against a hard, endlessly procreant cock.
Chapter Text
"Unnnnnh!" Kusa moaned, pushing back against the elk, not from pleasure, but to relieve the pressure she was exerting on the fence. "Sairai! The railing, now!"
Though the young girl couldn’t manage to stand, she could reach out for the railing once more. But as she did, she felt something insistent against her rump. Looking back, she saw Randy, gently licking at her sopping mound. The young elk eagerly swallowed his father’s fluids, his warm, wet tongue making the centaur tingle. She nickered appreciatively at the buck, lifting her tail as he cleaned her, digging deeper. She moaned, placing her hands on her breasts and rubbing them together.
"Sairai! Sairai!" the goddess exclaimed, trying to keep the girl focused, but as she was about to make more demands of the centaur, Actaeon pulled the female wolf forcefully back onto his waiting cock. She yelped as he forced her body back a foot, eventually pulling her head from between the slats in the fence by his own strength. But she was free for only an instant as gravity immediately took over, the front of Kusa’s body unceremoniously into the mud. Worse still, Actaeon’s rutting thrusts pushed her forward, grinding her head and neck through the dirt under the bottom railing. Kusa found herself just as trapped, her head stuck under the lowest railing of the fence, but now the white fur of her face was covered in mud, forced to the ground, with only her rump raised conveniently to satisfy the big bull’s lust.
Meanwhile, the centaur managed to find her footing, lifting herself to all four feet while Randy explored her with his tongue. She looked back to see the eager buck’s growing erection, causing her legs to shake with anticipation. She knew she shouldn’t, for the sake of her baby, and the goddess who had repeatedly asked for her help, but she couldn’t resist the elk’s whims. "Here, boy, come and get me..." she panted, spreading her legs and holding her tail to the side. The animal wasted no time after such a gracious invitation, quickly mounting the young filly. Sweat was pouring off of Sairai as Randy began his turn inside of the obedient centaur.
Sairai fondled her breasts again, moaning at the tremendous excitement. Randy’s pistoning cock pressed powerfully against the nub that was the source of her pleasure, while Sairai also found illicit arousal in watching Actaeon dominate the helpless fertility goddess she was supposed to save. The once shockingly beautiful canine was now covered in mud, trapped under the violent thrusts of the massive Actaeon, her rump coated in Randy’s semen. And now probably some of Actaeon’s as well. Kusa dug her claws into the dirt for extra purchase, pushing back against the overwhelming, pounding thrusts of the elk. Sairai couldn’t tell if the goddess were merely trying to stand, or if she had given in to the inevitable.
Each thrust brought out a pathetic whimper from the humbled deity, timed neatly with each slapping strike of Actaeon’s wet, tightly packed balls against her wet rump. As the patriarch’s pace increased, the wolf’s vocalization shifted to a long, trembling howl, turning Sairai on to no end. The centaur began gyrating her rump, timing her thrusts to Randy’s, whinnying submissively to his triumphant bleats. Over and over the young bull’s cock forced its way between her vaginal lips, her body building up to yet another powerful climax. She had to question why she had ever resisted their attention.
Then Sairai watched as Kusa let out a long, plaintive whine. Actaeon’s thrusts were so strong now that the wolf’s hind legs were forced entirely off the ground, and this proved too much for the fertility goddess, whose whine suddenly erupted into a full-blown, ear-shattering howl. The canine’s entire body began to shudder as Actaeon’s forceful, unwanted thrusts threw her over the edge, and her clenching, warm, wet cunt finally proved sufficient stimulation for the eager buck. Actaeon thrust forward, laying into the wolf with even more reckless abandon, burying his cock deeply into the wolf’s lithe rump, before bleating loudly in absolute domination, and ejaculating deep into Kusa’s womb.
The goddess’s internal walls eagerly milked the large buck for all he was worth, though she knew that now a second of her eggs was surely fertilized. Randy’s offspring was growing quickly in the magical incubation chamber that was Kusa’s uterus, and she knew that it would be less than an hour before the gravid wolf would give birth to these two calves. It was certainly convenient for the goddess to bear children for so little time - perhaps the other gods would not even notice what had happened! Kusa wasn’t sure she could ever live this particular event down. Trapped with her head in a fence and raped by two horny mortal animals...
Sairai watched the wolf orgasm with fascination, and when she saw splashes of Actaeon’s semen burst forth from the raped wolf’s vulva, she could hold on no longer, giving in to her own growing desires. She encouraged the elk son with constant praise, and pleas to keep going, and Randy was happy to oblige her, fucking into her deeply before shooting his seed directly into her open womb. Again, the filly felt warm magic within her as Actaeon’s son joined his father, coating her growing baby with more and more elk seed. She knew now that no matter what she did, the two elk would be large contributors to her child’s genetic make up. They were (two of) the fathers of her child!
Randy dismounted when he was done with her, but Actaeon stayed on top of the pitiful wolf. His cock lay buried deeply inside of her, still jerking and releasing just a bit more. Kusa lay panting underneath him, still pinned in place.
"Unf...ugh...oh...S…Sairai..."
Sairai stood, shivering as she felt a stream of Randy’s contributions spilling out of her onto the ground. She glanced over at the trembling wolf. "What?"
"I...understand now, what you went through, at the hands of these...creatures."
Sairai blinked. What was Kusa saying? "What do you mean?"
Pushing back against Actaeon with a low moan, she gasped, "They are so...insistent. Demanding. Forceful... It was amazing."
Smiling, the centaur said, "You liked it?"
"Oh gods, yes. But I really, really must go. Please help me, Sairai...I can’t take much more of this!"
Sairai slowly regarded the goddess, trapped in the mud. Kusa was lying. If Sairai could take the two elk repeatedly, surely Kusa could as well. Or perhaps she wasn’t lying, she just didn’t realize her own limits. Sairai decided to do the deity something of a favor, whether Kusa wanted it or not.
"I will. But first, I must tend to Randy."
"What? What does that mean? Sairai!?" the wolf gasped, still quivering with Actaeon’s rod holding her rump in place, neatly presented in the air.
The young centaur filly approached Randy, who stood a few feet from where his father lay embedded inside Kusa, and he regarded her casually, until Sairai knelt on the ground next to him. She was withing touching distance of the beautiful white fur of Kusa’s rump, damp as it was from two wholly unwanted visits by the elk males. But more importantly, she was inches away from Randy’s softening cock, still splattered with his seed. Kusa watched, perplexed, as Sairai reached out, taking Randy’s penis gently in her hands and bringing it to her waiting lips.
"What are you doing?" Kusa asked, as Sairai wrapped her mouth around Randy’s tip, suckling gently on it to swallow the residual cum. Sairai might have responded, but her mouth was a bit full. Instead, she concentrated on Randy, gently running her tongue across his sensitive tip, while reaching further back to tease his massive balls. The young elk grunted in satisfaction at the ministrations of the centaur, his erection quickly growing inside the filly’s mouth. He swished his stub-like tail anticipating his next conquest.
But that wouldn’t be Sairai. She fondled the elk quickly to full attention, but she kept her rump firmly on the ground so that he wouldn’t get any ideas. She was just in time, in fact, as Randy’s excitement peaked just as Actaeon finally pulled himself off the exhausted wolf, leaving her panting and kneeling in the mud without even a parting lick of affection.
Kusa gaped, "Finally," now that she was free to back out of the fence and stand, finally able to stretch her sore legs and escape the bulls’ enclosure once and for all. But as she was about to stand, she felt something grip her tail, and looked over her shoulder to see it was Sairai. "What are you doing?" the goddess queried, still annoyed that the filly had made no effort to help her the last time she had asked. The centaur was grasping her white tail and holding it aside… She looked further back, and her jaw dropped in horror. Right behind her stood Randy, panting and pawing at the ground, his massive cock swinging just beneath him. And here she lay, tail held aside, forced to present to the beast. Sairai had planned this!
Kusa only had time to scream, "Wait, Sairai, no!" before the young elk mounted the goddess for his second time, ramming himself deep into her abused slit. Kusa cursed herself for waiting so long to attempt her escape — now she found herself pinned against the fence once more, and she was most shocked of all knowing that Sairai was responsible, less than an hour after she blessed her! She moaned loudly as he locked himself with her, thrusting wildly. With all her effort, she managed to form the words, "What...are...you...doing?!"
The centaur just grinned quietly at the white wolf, who already was whimpering and moaning at the glorious sensations wracking her body. There was no denying it, submitting to these dominant animals was immensely satisfying to Kusa, even though she knew the consequences. Though giving birth would only take roughly an hour of her time per calf, labor was never painless. It was a curse from the gods as far as even Kusa knew. If she couldn’t stop Randy before he had his way with the goddess, she would have to give birth to three calves instead of merely two. And it would be Sairai’s fault!
But… she was no longer sure she wanted to stop the rutting buck. Without Sairai’s help, she saw no escape from the situation, and his pumping cock felt so good gliding in and out of her sticky vulva. She finally gave up, this time, surrendering to the inevitable. Instead, she planted all four feet, and thrust back against the buck, her indignation fading to loud, pleasured moans. She rocked her hips in time to his, delighting in the impact his scrotum made between her legs, and the wet, splattering sound of each powerful penetration. Panting, she managed, "F-fuck me! Don’t stop - give it to me!"
The buck needed no encouragement, pounded her more and more quickly as Sairai and Actaeon watched. She watched the elder buck’s penis drop from his sheath, still coated in semen and arousal. Sairai whistled and clucked her lips, calling Actaeon over until he stood above her, desperately lunging in like a blind calf. She wasted no time getting to work, cleaning the mixed fluids from his glistening organ. Actaeon grunted as she sucked on him, quickly becoming aroused once more.
Kusa was oblivious to Sairai’s actions, as the young centaur prepared the wolf’s replacement mate for when Randy was finally finished with the trapped goddess. Instead, the wolf could do little but howl and thrust her hips, overwhelmed at the feeling of the young buck’s cock spreading her apart. There were no thoughts of escape this time, as she concentrated on enjoying herself to the fullest, and she was clearly succeeding. She panted beneath the behemoth, wondering at each pap of full-balled euphoria against her rump whether this would be the thrust that caused Randy to fill her womb with yet another calf. He hilted himself within her again, his tip trembling against her cervix, but it was not time yet. She barked repeatedly in anticipation.
She couldn’t wait that long! With his next thrust, the giant wolf began to shudder, her internal fluids gushing powerfully around the elk’s erection. She began whimpering as the climax overwhelmed her. Then she felt Randy’s forelimbs tense, and he rocketed forward, ramming his cock against her cervical walls and releasing a continuous stream of fluid directly into her womb. Kusa almost blacked out from the sensation, rivers of semen flooding her yet again, finding and claiming a fourth egg. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth onto the dirt and mud, but she was too dazed to care.
Kusa would have collapsed if not for Randy’s firm erection still holding her haunches up and in position. He wasn’t done with her yet, thrusting and releasing inside of her again, his balls pulsing. His fervent bleats filled the air, announcing to everyone that he owned this bitch. Kusa made no argument, her entire body trembling.
When Randy was finished with his plaything, he pulled off of her, leaving the wolf to collapse completely into the mud. If Kusa’s back were not still clean, one would have thought she was a brown wolf, not the sparkling white of a goddess. She lay there stunned, panting and gasping for breath as the two elks’ semen gushed out of her vulva onto the ground. "Oh... oh... gods..." the goddess said, without a hint of irony.
"Sairai," she gasped. "Why did you do that? I told you, I can’t take any more of this..."
"You said you enjoyed it," the girl said, removing her mouth from Actaeon’s throbbing cock. "I know you can handle it, if I could, and it looks like I was right." Actaeon was restless now, without Sairai’s gentle licks to occupy him, and looked over the two females, crouched in the dirt and mud. The centaur reached over and grabbed the wolf’s limp tail, lifting it up, immediately drawing the elk patriarch’s attention. He walked up behind the exhausted goddess.
Startled, the wolf cried, "No, Sairai, you don’t understand...I have other places to be, obligations to meet. And each time one of them fucks me, I am destined to have another calf!" In order to discourage the buck, Kusa used what little energy she had left to roll onto her back, now completely covered in mud and semen.
Actaeon grunted in frustration, seeing the object of his affection attempting to resist him. He wouldn’t stand for that. Sairai knew firsthand that lying on your back was little deterrent to the eager elk. She said, "What does being pregnant have to do with where you have to be?"
Kusa tucked her muddy tail between her legs, covering her sore vulva, her forelegs tucked up against her chest. "I am a fertility goddess, Sairai. Pregnancy lasts a fraction of the time for me as it does for you...soon my belly will be gravid with calves, and in less than an hour I will give birth!"
Actaeon stepped over the prone wolf, his massive erection seeming to point right at its target, the wolf’s thinly protected vulva. Kusa’s tail would prove useless when the bull made up his mind. Sairai could hardly believe what the goddess was saying, but now, as she scanned the wolf, lying on her back, she could see her bulging belly. Already the first calf, Randy’s, was barely showing. Soon the second and third would join it, and Kusa would look truly bloated. The wolf’s two rows of eight nipples were beginning to swell in preparation for the new pups. Sairai wished she could help Kusa, feeling somewhat responsible for her situation, but she knew it was already too late - a fifth calf would soon join the others. Kusa gasped as the elk standing above her began to lower his hindquarters, dropping down until his long rod was pointing, inches from her curled tail. Mortal animals never mated like this, but that didn’t seem to deter this particular elk. She tried to slink away on her back, but she was simply too exhausted to resist. With a loud grunt, Actaeon shifted his hips forward, pushing aside her tail as if it didn’t even exist, and piercing the wolf’s well-used chamber.
"Sairaaaiii!" the goddess pleaded, knowing that it was too late to stop this fourth invasion, but fearing that without the filly’s aid, the two elk would keep claiming her until her belly was near-to-bursting with their calves.
While Actaeon began short thrusts into Kusa’s canine cunt, Randy approached Sairai. His cock was covered in his juices mixed with the goddess’, and he was dripping. Sairai wanted to clean him off, but she worried that touching him would just excite the young elk once again. Then he would take one of them, and she didn’t want it to be Kusa, and she couldn’t allow him to take herself. But when she refused to administer to Randy, the buck began nudging her, trying to make her stand. When that didn’t work, he lowered his horns as his father had done before that, threatening the centaur with force. She didn’t have a choice, so she reached under him, grasped his cock, and began bobbing her head up and down its length, swallowing dutifully.
The white wolf was completely coated with mud now, and whimpering pitifully as Actaeon spread her apart. His hefty balls rested against Kusa’s tight tail-hole, causing her to moan. She knew that soon, those massive orbs would pulse, sending waves of seed into her once more. All she could do was tremble in anticipation, her tail wagging now as the sensations caught up to her. Again, and again the elk pulled back until just his engorged tip lay within her, before lowering his incredible weight onto the prone wolf, hilting himself within her. Kusa’s chest heaved for air, whining in ecstasy as the sizable cock seemed to fill her tight cavity completely.
Even as she lay there, being raped, her belly was growing. The eggs deep inside her were filled magically with her divine nutrients, expanding at a rate only possible among the immortals. Her teats, normally invisible beneath her white fur, began to protrude from her mud-slicked stomach, two rows of four nipples growing heavy with milk. Kusa gasped as Actaeon arched his long neck down and took one of the growing teats between his teeth, grasping it roughly. She yelped, but the nip was surprisingly arousing. Actaeon moved from nipple to nipple, clamping his teeth around each one in turn and gently licking. Kusa could only moan, and vainly wiggle her hips around the elk’s cock.
Sairai watched the fertility goddess, amazed at the rate of her expanding belly. But her womb was no match for the rate that Randy’s penis grew under Sairai’s dedicated licks. Sairai winced, knowing that Randy would easily be ready to take the wolf when Actaeon was done with her. The centaur filly could think of nothing she could do to stop that from happening, aside from biting the bullet herself. But it seemed to Sairai that Kusa’s inconvenience was insignificant next to what would happen to her own child, should she get trapped mating the two elk for hours. Kusa could handle it.
Kusa suddenly threw her head back, howling loudly as her body began to convulse, the combination of Actaeon’s huge cock spreading her sore vulva apart, and the buck’s erotically painful nips on her teats too much for the goddess. She trembled and thrashed, whining like the dog she took the form of, as her passage clenched around Actaeon’s cock, as if begging it to fill her. He obliged, bleating in triumph, burying himself inside of her, and ejaculating forcefully into the wolf’s cramped womb. Her uterus was growing tighter by the minute as her babies matured. She gasped for breath as he filled her, and she could feel his balls clenching where they rested against her anus. She howled again, even as her fourth egg joined its peers.
Actaeon stood up, pulling his dick suddenly from her spasming cunt. A spray of his fluid accompanied his departure, but he walked away, indifferent to his recent mate’s ecstasy. He had gotten what he wanted, and he was done with her. At least for now. But Randy immediately saw his opportunity, and despite Sairai’s best effort to keep the young buck away, he approached the quivering, muddy wolf.
Kusa looked up to see Randy, and whimpered in fear. Her womb was now noticeably bloated, and she was exhausted from her previous four copulations. Sairai could do nothing to help, so the goddess tried to flee. Her wide stomach weighed her down, and she could not summon the strength to move! She was trapped now, fence or no fence, lying unceremoniously on her back and covered in mud and semen. Gulping, the goddess looked up at the horny elk who was even now stepping over her. She knew a lost battle when she saw one. Kusa held her tail aside, awaiting the inevitable.
It wasn’t a long wait, as Randy managed to imitate his father on his first try. It was an awkward position for the young elk, who had never taken a mate at all until the week before with Sairai. But he was strong and sturdy, like his father, and he easily lowered his haunches and his cock to the wolf’s violated vulva. Kusa clenched her eyes shut, and a second later howled as Randy thrust short and hard, sliding effortlessly into her well-greased, abused hole. She could hardly believe that this was happening to her. Her! A goddess, being held down and raped by mere animals! Worse than being made their bitch repeatedly was the simple fact that she was enjoying it more than any other mating in her long lifetime.
From the corner of her eye, the goddess saw Sairai beginning to clean off Actaeon, willingly or unwillingly preparing him for Kusa’s next available mating. What was she going to do? She could barely move, and each passing minute only made her belly grow heavier. Randy suddenly clamped down on one of her engorged teats, now beginning to produce milk for her calves, soon to enter this world. Kusa moaned frustratedly at the forced lactation, thrusting her hips upward against the elk. She decided that now was not the time for planning her escape. She’d have to think of something quickly when Randy dismissed her.
Randy bleated and drank deeply from the goddess’s tit, still humping her hindquarters mercilessly. He suckled each teat in turn, all the while repeatedly hilting himself inside her wet, sticky passageway. The four calves in her womb were growing rapidly, and she wondered if the two elk would finish with her before she would need to give birth. She simply had to escape. But it was so hard to concentrate with Randy’s eager thrusts burning with friction against her canine clitoris.
She moaned, "Randy! Deeper!"
Almost as if the elk had heard her, he shoved forward with more force, using his massive weight to his advantage. Kusa had to cry out as his cock barreled against her cervical walls, as if trying to break through. It had been mere minutes since her last orgasm, but she could hold on no longer, screaming in bliss as she was flung from the edge, for more times than she could count. She clenched her teeth and murmured, "Nnnnnnnnnnnng!"
Randy suckled some more milk from her well-laden teats before satisfying the wolf’s growing need. He slid into her as deeply as before, her walls clenching around him and pulling him deeper, before he exploded within her, waves of semen flooding her womb. Large spurts of his seed effortlessly navigated the growing babies until they reached their target, the sixth unclaimed egg. Moments later, this egg too became occupied.
Kusa just lay back, moaning as her tight passageway drank in more and more elk seed. Her genitals were so sore and she burned inside, but the pain was nothing next to the ecstasy of being Randy’s fuck toy. She milked him eagerly, resigned now that she was nothing more than his obedient calf-making machine, and she finally understood how contented the does must feel when their time to breed visited them. He pulled out of her with a gentle, parting lick across the cheek.
Seeing that Actaeon was ready thanks to Sairai’s dutiful fondled of his cock and balls, Kusa put her plan, as it were, into action. Her swollen belly was now nearly a third of the wolf’s weight, so there was no way she would stand or flee the elk’s attentions. Her only hope was to imitate Sairai, who lay only a few feet away on her stomach. If Kusa could do the same, surely the elk would find penetrating her too difficult to be worth the effort...
She summoned all her strength to roll over, using the spherical nature of her distended stomach to her advantage, and before Actaeon could reach her, the wolf was on all fours, her tail neatly tucked between her legs. Actaeon grunted in frustration, trying to figure out what to do. Sairai watched nervously, worried that the elk might turn on her in lieu of Kusa.
Kusa panted, praying that her plan would work, but when she felt teeth clamp around her tail, she knew that the elk had not given up. She yelped loudly in pain as Actaeon lifted the massive wolf by her tail, indifferent to her pain, until her hindquarters were lofted into the air. Her hind legs fell beneath her, landing on the ground and relieving the sharp pain in her tail, but now she stood crouched, her rump raised conveniently for the buck. He just wasn’t going to leave her alone until he got what he wanted. She resorted to plan B.
"Sairai...hurry! At least make sure that when he thrusts, he finds the wrong hole!" Kusa gritted her teeth, knowing that her plan would hurt like hell, but at least it would halt the never-ending stream of calves.
Satisfied that she would stay put, Actaeon released Kusa’s tail and stepped over her mud-coated body. He lined himself up for his usual entry, his tip pointing directly at the wolf’s sopping, gaping vulva. Sairai was quick, however, placing a hand under his throbbing erection just as he began to thrust, and shifting it upward. With a loud bleat, Actaeon shoved himself forcefully beneath the goddess’s tail, right where she wanted it, for better or worse.
"Aroooooooof!" she cried, yelping at the pain of his sudden entry into her tailhole. A bit of semen had seeped onto her secondary entrance during her last two missionary copulations, but overall she was not at all lubricated, so his rough entrance seemed to her like he was tearing her apart. Actaeon, for his part, didn’t seem to even notice the difference, and he began rocking his hips back and force without regard to his mate’s fierce, pain-filled cries. Kusa felt his long, deep thrusts forcing her small tunnel apart, the frantic motions just barely triggering the wolf’s clitoris just by the force with which he used her. Though he was in the wrong passage, his massive cock still displaced enough of her soft, internal flesh to make her vaginal walls tingle. But next to the pain of his unrelenting penetrations, the pleasure was almost unnoticeable.
Noticeable, however, was the goddess’s growing belly. With five rapidly maturing elk calves in her womb, as each second passed her gut widened. She knew it would only be twenty to thirty minutes before her first calf sought entrance into the world. She had to escape before then, but as she grew heavier, it became harder and harder to move. Her milk-laden teats were squeezed up between her and the mud beneath her as Actaeon fucked her in the ass, thankfully giving her crowded uterus a desperately needed respite. There were only two eggs left out of her total eight — one for each teat — and Kusa did not want to waste all of them on the same two animals!
Sairai had watched as Actaeon humped, seemingly bent on impregnating Kusa’s rectum, but soon after that, Randy had demanded she clean him again. The two elk were addicted to her tip teasing licks, and she was in no position to refuse. She wrapped her lips around his cock and began to swallow seed eagerly from the glistening, red organ that had just been buried deep inside Kusa. A shivering rush powered through her each time she felt their dwindling cock grow back to life again in her mouth, so soon after firing off such enormous orgasms… She worried that Randy would simply rape the gravid wolf when Actaeon was finally done with her, but the centaur realized that if she tried hard enough, Randy might release into her mouth, as he had done in days past. That was how she could save Kusa! She worked even harder now, doing everything in her effort to get the young elf off, running her hands along his extra length, cupping his balls, and bobbing her head back and forth along his long cock.
Kusa growled through gritted teeth, even as the pain slowly dulled. Her abused, stretched rectum was finally accommodating the large, red invader, resulting in only a dull ache. She gasped, immensely relieved also that the beginnings of Actaeon’s imminent release were spilling out inside of her, sticky white fluid coating her internal walls. The extra lubrication was very much appreciated, especially since every drop up her tail-hole was a drop that wouldn’t find its way inside her womb.
Though Kusa was still in the process of adjusting to the growing pleasure of Actaeon’s thoughtless thrusts, the elk patriarch himself was finished with her. He found the tight, warm entrance pleasant enough, and with a loud cry, he threw himself against the prone wolf, penetrating her more deeply than ever, and lifting her entire hind end off the ground for his climax. Kusa yelped, and then moaned as the flood began to flow inside of her. His massive rod filled her anus, stretching the walls tight, so there was nowhere for the semen to flow but out. The first wave exploded out of her tailhole, splattering against the buck’s underside, but after that, the semen just poured out of her like a waterfall. Kusa yelped as she felt the warm liquid flowing out of her butt and dribbling down her mound. If any of his rivers of seed found its way inside of her, she feared it would manage to work its way into her womb anyway! She had to make sure the white fluid cascading out of her stayed out of her.
To that end, she clenched her vulva closed. What she didn’t anticipate, was that Actaeon was still thrusting weakly back and forth as he used friction to extend his ejaculation, the majority of his load still waiting to speed through his cock into the mud-covered goddess. When she squeezed those muscles, she inadvertently clenched her rectum as well, even as Actaeon was pulling back. The extra pressure was enough to cause the elk to pull out of her completely, and Kusa’s eyes widened as her tail-hole was suddenly unoccupied. Time passed quickly for the next three seconds. Actaeon was still spewing his seed, though he was now dangling outside of Kusa. His load was firing out of his long tip, splattering the white wolf’s hindquarters. In fact, the flow was aimed directly at Kusa’s clenched pussy, a river of semen colliding with her tender nether lips. She clenched harder. This was exactly what she didn’t want! Then she realized what was inevitably going to happen, feeling Actaeon’s front legs tense around her hips. She gasped, "Sairai!"
But Sairai was too busy wrapping her tongue around Randy’s throbbing erection. She had one second to notice what was happening and frantically try to redirect Actaeon’s thrust. It was too late. The large elk ground his hips against the wolf. In that split second, the goddess swore she could feel the flow of semen colliding with her cunt, the pressure increasing as his tip rocketed forward. She clenched her opening as tightly as possible, but it proved no resistance at all as his thrust struck home. His still spewing cock tip was right on target, spreading her vulva apart. She wailed hopelessly, knowing that it was too late. Her entire body trembled during that brief moment where inch after inch of his ejaculating dick barreled into her, instantly spreading her two inches apart. The entire time he was penetrating her, he was splattering her insides, and when he finally hilted inside, she could feel an extra powerful spurt deep in her womb. Whimpering, she realized that despite her best efforts, Actaeon had made absolutely sure to fill the wolf with her seventh calf.
His sudden, wet intrusion was not entirely unwelcome. His erupting cock forced her tingling lips apart, his entire length rubbing powerfully against Kusa’s neglected clitoris. Even now as he emptied himself inside of her, her body instinctively began to react, the horse-sized wolf beginning to writhe with a moan, some warm dregs of pleasure coursing through her without permission. Her desperate thrusts and clenching vagina encouraged the elk bull to send a little more down his cock, but then suddenly, Actaeon was done with her, and he pulled off of her whimpering body with nothing more than a derisive snort.
Kusa was overwhelmed, half-lying in the mud while her womb expanded rapidly to accommodate her many growing pups. The first had grown large enough now that she could feel it moving around inside of her, and she wondered if the second were that large, too. All she could do was pray that none of the other deities were watching her. But none of that mattered right now. Kusa was feeling her tingling desire, Actaeon having left her right on the verge of her own climax. Her hindquarters quivered with excitement, semen from her previous copulations still pouring out her triangular mound. Luckily, she thought with an ambivalent grimace, Randy would surely take her now.
The goddess heavily rolled to her feet and looked over her shoulder, raising her tail to attract the large buck, but her jaw dropped. Sairai was still dutifully working the young stud over, but now Randy was desperately thrusting his hips into the centaur filly’s throat as she fondled his balls. He was close, Kusa could tell, and Actaeon was still recovering from his recent conquest. They were all distracted, and despite her insanely gravid belly, she was completely free from that wretched fence. This was her chance to escape, with one final egg intact! But as the mud-coated goddess stood, another large squirt of semen pushed out of her past her warm, sore clitoris, splattering onto the dirt beneath her. She moaned, realizing that more than anything, she needed to be fucked.
"Sairai," she began, "Let him go."
The centaur was pretty out of it as she deep throated the powerful animal, partially ignoring her, until she heard the goddess’s low, throaty growl. The goddess was not making a request — it was a demand. With effort, the filly pulled away from the frustrated Randy and looked over at Kusa, who was standing once again on all fours, her rump thoroughly painted in wet and drying semen. Randy turned to try to force the young girl to continue her administrations, but his gaze met Kusa’s. The wolf looked backwards at him, spreading her sore hind legs and lifting her tail. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, mud still dripping from her chin, neck, and even her swollen teats. Randy didn’t care how pregnant the wolf was — release was release, the invitation was irresistible. He quickly trotted the few paces to the wolf and mounted without slowing.
A second later, he was fully inside of the desperate, whining bitch. She knew she was making a mistake. Her very last egg was waiting for him, only one more ejaculation away from losing her gifts and her own chance at genuine motherhood, in the most shameful way possible. But she needed him. As soon as his throbbing cock spread her apart, she began whimpering and thrusting back, each sway of her hips causing his dick to push and pull against the blessed nub that was the source of her pleasure. It was nice to be standing up for him, finally allowing the wolf to feel at an equal level with Randy.
An equal level? She was a goddess! Yet the two mortal beasts had indeed pinned her in the mud and raped her senseless, filling her with their calves. Goddess or not, they had certainly been the ones in control. She shivered, pushing back against each of his thrusts, yelping with each wet splurch! as their genitals collided. Randy leaned forward, grabbing the scruff of Kusa’s neck in his teeth, and using that to push harder into her. She cried out, her voice starting to fail from her endless whimpers and whines, "Have your way with me! Gods, I’m yours, I’m already full with your calves! Just send me another one... I’m your bitch to fuck as you please! TAKE ME!!"
Sairai lay on the ground and watched the Fertility Goddess, who had clearly lost all control. The wolf stood tenuously, her legs shaking at the effort of holding herself, her growing calves, and Randy, her fur no longer white, as she was covered head to toe in mud…save for her rump, which was doused in elk seed. And now she was mindlessly begging to be fucked. Sairai could relate...her experience with the elk had been pretty similar. Perhaps the gods weren’t so different as she had assumed.
Randy was not one to leave a lady waiting, and as the wolf whimpered "Good boy…harder, good boy!!" he tensed his forelegs, hooves digging painfully into her enormous belly as he pulled her back, sliding his long erection into her until it was flush with her canine cervix, and letting loose with a dominating cry. Kusa had been primed since his first entrance, but now that she had fully submitted to such blissful warmth, had used all of her effort to resist glorious release until he was ready. A permanent howl began escaping her muzzle as she finally let go, her entire body shuddering and clenching, eagerly accepting his repeated ejaculations. She was so thoroughly coated inside and her womb so taut with growing calves, that most of his seed simply sprayed right out of her. As quickly as he shot his seed through his cock into her depths, the same fluids erupted from her sore, stretched vulva, splattering the elk’s genitals. Kusa prayed that her womb was full, but she could feel a growing warmth inside, and worried that Randy’s fourth calf was forming its shape inside. She’d given birth to fourteen wolves before, but she feared she didn’t have room for seven, now eight full-sized elk calves. And time was running out before she would have to give birth.
"Sairai," she managed to gasp, despite all the nerves in her brain screaming "pleasure" at her, "Hurry to the gate and open it for me..."
Sairai knew that the wolf was finally ready and able to escape. She glanced at Actaeon, but the elk seemed to be done with them. She hoped that was true. The filly stood carefully, walking quietly past the copulating couple and opening the gate. Actaeon was still on the far side of the pen! Sairai quickly ran through the gate, her hand ready to close it at a moment’s notice. She, at least, was safe.
Kusa’s entire body quivered as she released her own fluids, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Randy let go of her neck, but continued pounding her, still shooting tiny amounts of semen into her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her tongue cascading sideways out of her mouth. She’d been fucked many times before, by mortal and immortal alike, but she had never submitted to a non-sentient animal before. They didn’t know or care that she was Kusa, the Fertility Goddess. They just took her, repeatedly, roughly making her their bitch. She wished she could deny it, but this had been one of the greatest experiences of her long life.
When he was done with her, Randy dismounted the heavily pregnant wolf without a parting interest. She was dismissed, apparently. Just like that, they ended their domination of the goddess. She felt used, but that was accurate. She had been used, nothing more than a muddy fuck-toy to the horny beasts, and until her seventh time, she had been helpless to resist. Her entire body sore, she began walking slowly to the gate, her gravid belly swaying from side to side as she essentially waddled. Every step was marked by the gentle splashing of white fluid falling from her rump.
As Kusa finally approached the gate, the centaur filly’s eyes widened and she yelled, "Hurry!" Kusa was only five feet from the gate, but it would take her at least fifteen seconds to plod the rest of the way. She looked back to see what had startled Sairai. It was Actaeon, trotting quickly up behind her. Kusa whimpered to see his heavy erection swaying back and forth as he casually approached. If she summoned all her strength, she might make it out of the gate. She could escape, though she wondered if the elk would leap the fence again; he was so persistent. Sairai yelled, "Run!"
Kusa knew there was no point in fighting it. She ignored Sairai’s words, stood her ground, and obediently lifted her tail. Seconds later, Actaeon mounted his bitch, and Kusa could feel his immense weight on her trembling hind legs.
Miraculously, her footing held, even as the massive bull grabbed her neck in his teeth and began using every ounce of his muscle to hump her waiting body. Her belly was so huge now, that even standing on all fours her distended nipples were brushing against the mud. He ravished the exhausted wolf, but Kusa could do nothing but moan and push back against him, lost in the bliss of submission. She lay obediently under him, only five feet from freedom, waiting eagerly for one more parting overwhelming load.
Even as he pounded her, the goddess could feel her eager calves squirming within her. But they were about to have another bath, provided he didn’t stab one of them at this point. The large buck seemed to take his time, realizing that his bitch would escape, perhaps understanding that she would need the respite in order to give birth. Kusa couldn’t help but wonder if Actaeon were smarter than your typical animal. But those thoughts left the defeated goddess when Actaeon finally hilted himself home, and exploded within her. She could no longer howl, her voice raw, so all that came out were ragged whimpers and sighs as she climaxed in time with him. His triumphant bleats were still strong and commanding. She wanted to call his name, and assure him that she was his bitch, and always would be, but her voice was gone. He wouldn’t have understood or cared, but she wished she could have said it.
His fluids were as copious as ever, his balls a never ending source of seed. Boiling hot watery semen poured into her, a large portion also pouring right back out of her cramped passageway. She could only whine and pray that her eggs were exhausted, and his seed would be futile. It would take hours already to give birth to eight calves. Four from the father, and four from the son, how fitting! With one last, quivering thrust, Actaeon pulled out of his willing, submissive bitch, semen pooling out of her as he pulled his massive cock free. His weight lifted off of her, and he backed up three feet to begin the long cleaning process, his own genitals covered in his and his son’s seed. He didn’t even glance at the wolf, who stood there, shuddering, covered in mud and semen, several streams of fluids descending down her rump.
Dismissed so unceremoniously, the goddess shivered until her extensive climax finally ended, surprisingly content. With effort, she picked her heavy paws from the mud, and took the final eight, plodding steps through the gate. Sairai closed it immediately.
Kusa was panting, and she plopped down on the ground about twenty feet from the pen. This was not how she had planned her day to go! Sairai watched nervously, hoping she wouldn’t be in trouble for her repeated defiance, assisting multiple times in the goddess’ rape. She had honestly tried to be as helpful as possible! At first! The young girl said, "Are you...are you okay?"
Kusa’s tongue flapped desperately out of the side of her mouth as she tried to cool off and regain her breath. She gasped, "Water! Water...do you have some?"
Blinking, the centaur said, "Yes, we store water. How much do you need?"
Groaning as she shifted onto her rotund side, the wolf said, "One bucket to drink, girl. Three or four to clean my backside...these calves will be coming any minute!"
Sairai’s eyes popped open, looking at the wolf’s ever expanding belly, somehow not having realized how quickly the process was progressing. "Oh, gosh! I’ll be right back!" She galloped to the storage tank, and grabbed two buckets, trotted quickly back to the prone wolf, so wide now that the goddess couldn’t even walk anymore. Sairai placed one bucket next to the goddess’ great head, and placed the other near her feet before running off for two more, using the biggest buckets she could find.
When she returned, Kusa said, "There’s no time to clean all of me; just wash my rump...quickly!" The wolf returned to lapping the water, drinking deeply. Sairai nodded, crouching behind the wolf, who lifted her leg. Kusa’s tail and legs were covered in mud, but she was surprisingly mud free right around her two holes. There, she was caked in dried semen, mixed with her own arousal juices. Gently, she poured the water over the wolf’s genitals, rubbing her to break up the crusty gunk. Kusa whimpered.
It took all three buckets to clean just the most vital part of her backside, so Sairai barely got to remove any mud from the goddess’s normally sparkling fur. But at least the fur around her mound was clean. Sairai went to get two more buckets, but when she returned, the wolf was yelping. Sairai looked over Kusa, realizing that in the short time she had been washing Kusa’s vulva, the wolf’s stomach had expanded until Sairai would be surprised if the calves didn’t weigh as much as the rest of Kusa’s body. It looked like Kusa had swallowed three or four full grown boars, whole. And as if that weren’t enough, her belly was still expanding, as the more recently conceived calves gained their bulk. But thankfully for Kusa, who seemed to be in danger of exploding, her first calf was ready to join the world!
Grunting and pushing, Kusa’s first baby began to emerge from her impossibly stretched mound, head first. With Sairai’s help, the young elk, covered in a translucent fluid, navigated all the way out of Kusa, one inch at a time. Kusa moaned, but the pain of childbirth was nothing to the relief on her crowded womb. Here and there, the birthing fluid seemed speckled white, and Sairai realized that the young baby must be covered in its father’s seed, which still coated Kusa’s insides. Once out, the elk made a small, pitiful bleating sound.
Sairai said, "It’s a girl..." not sure if the goddess cared or not.
Kusa said, "Quickly, clean my teats. She wants to drink."
Sairai used half a bucket to clean one of Kusa’s eight, massive, engorged teats. When she was done, the baby took no time latching on to her divine mother, suckling immediately. But even as Kusa winced from the eager calf, her next baby was on its way. Amazingly, her stomach had remained almost the same size, as the growing five to seven calves replaced the female’s bulk. After another half-hour birthing period, brother and sister were tugging neatly at her teats.
By the third calf, Kusa’s belly was definitely shrinking, and her teats were getting more crowded. Three needy mouths grappled with her nipples. Sairai couldn’t help but be amazed at the birthing. She had seen elk give birth, but only from a distance. Her father tended to help the does with that miraculous process. But there was a long way to go. An hour passed, and by the time the fifth calf was out and suckling, it was clear from Kusa’s still massive stomach that there would be eight babies. Kusa sighed, not surprised in the least that the virile males had scoured her womb.
It took a surprising two hours to give birth to the remaining three calves, and Kusa lay totally exhausted, eight precious babies, each at a teat. There were four males, and four females, and they were all hale and healthy. Kusa sighed again. "They’re beautiful, aren’t they?"
Sairai nodded in total agreement. "What are you going to do now?"
Kusa swallowed, and said with regret, "These pups have no place where I’m from. If you’ll take them, I’ll leave them to you, and your elk does. I’m sure they’ll have enough milk, even for eight strapping young calves."
"Are you sure?" Sairai asked, her eyebrow wrinkling.
Kusa hesitated. "Yes. I have my own work, and my own life to attend to. Besides, they will do your family a world of good. They will almost double your livestock."
"But they’re your babies..." the filly said, conflicted.
Kusa grinned a tired, wolfish grin. "Don’t worry, I’ll be watching them."
Sairai nodded.
After three hours of nursing until her teats were dry, the goddess, still covered in dry mud, left the farmstead. She assured Sairai that she would return in two weeks to finish the ritual, ensuring that Sairai’s own pregnancy produced no monstrous minotaur. She didn’t want any deities asking her difficult to answer questions. When she arrived at the gates, Janus the gatekeeper said, "We welcome your return. How goes it, Kusa?"
The fertility goddess sighed exhaustively, looking up to meet his eyes. “It goes, as the mortals say.”
But as she walked through the gates, he added with a restrained smirk, "Anything unusual happen on your trip? Eight times, maybe?"
Grimacing, Kusa tucked her tail between her legs. They knew. They likely all knew by now. Kusa shook her head with a weary growl—she was never, ever going to be able to live this down.
Chapter 15: Part Fifteen
Summary:
The longest week of Sairai's life is finally over. Her father, the rest of her family, and the other centaurs of the nearby villages and farms are due to come home this morning. And with ALL of the things that've happened to her, she simultaneously needs a lifetime of rest, and anything but.
But a wrench has been thrust into her plans, and the whole day ends up being one more endless roller coaster ride, as the longest week of her life, simply rolls over into the longest lifetime of any living creature in the endless plains.
Chapter Text
Sairai had her work cut out for her. Just a short week before, the young centaur had been tasked with guarding her family’s farmstead while the rest of the herd was raiding and trading. The two foals — Sairai’s brother and sister — had of course gone along, too young to help around the farm. Her older brothers had learned to fight with bow and spear, and were needed to help her father, fighting alongside seven other males from neighboring tribes. And Father, of course, never went anywhere without his wife. She would watch over the foals, or fight if needed.
That left young Sairai to tend the farm, which consisted of a house, two large pens to separate the elk by gender, and a long stable so that the deer might take refuge during storms. What should have been a simple, boring task — especially with the aid of her family’s guard lion, Tor — had turned into what would be forever cemented as the longest, and stickiest, mess of her young life.
On the very first day, Sairai had foolishly tried to do what only her father had done: safely breed one of the elk does to the two males, Actaeon and Randy. When the young buck, Randy, started to get rough with his own littermate-sister, Mabel, Sairai had darted into the pen to save her, invertedly becoming marked with the deer’s fertile urine in the struggle, covering her in the scent of a doe in heat. She had been just about to pull Randy away when their father, the patriarch Actaeon, had mounted her without warning. Before Sairai knew what was happening, the 800-pound elk had grabbed her by the haunches and rammed himself into her, deflowering the centaur and pounding her into the mud. Randy, far too excited to worry about a thrashing sibling, simply set his sights on Sairai as well, the father and son taking turns raping her — sometimes, even simultaneously. They’d violated her endlessly… yet forcibly introduced her to a world of unimaginable pleasure and addictive frantic bliss that she had never experienced before.
She was helpless to resist the bull elk, even after she’d escaped. The next day when Sairai was working in the farm and attempting to move on, she met Actaeon’s commanding, seemingly intelligent gaze. Simply the eye contact of him managed to crumble the centauress’ willpower, as she felt like someone else was pulling her muscles. She walked willingly to him, entering the pen to satisfy both bucks for hours. She left the pen drenched in cum and musk.
But that was just the start of her troubles. Mabel’s scent was to blame for Sairai’s misadventures leading up to the loss of her virginity to the elk, but when she went to wash off their combined odors, she was set upon by strange beasts: naively thinking of them as unicorns without horns, three amorous horses had been drawn by the scent of sex, and they took what they wanted from her, until the horses’ human owners happened upon her, doused in stallion seed. Unable to speak their language, she was unable to reason with them as the bipedal strangers took her along with them to their temporary camp, where the humans introduced her to their own methods of “intimacy”. Upon letting Sairai go in the morning when they left, the despondent teenage centaur trudged home, caked in the sweat and semen of new species of lust. Upon finding Tor and scolding him for not being there to protect her, when she needed him most, the scent of the horses simply aroused the confused male, overriding his instinct not to cause harm to his owner, and the cave lion took her all night. Then a few days later, she found herself surrounded by two eager, young griffons who would surely have devoured her had she not managed to seduce them instead. Sairai could hardly believe all that happened in such a short time!
Managing to distract the griffons into mating with each other, and escaping before they grew hungry, she had run into an entire tribe of underground minotaurs, and that was where her problems took on a dangerous permanence. Minotaurs were creatures of magic, and they would have raped her, scent or no scent. They fucked any female they found, and their magically virile sperm swirled in their victims’ wombs, compatible with all species, and filling them with a monstrous minotaur calf of their own. Now that cursed offspring was growing inside of her, and there would have been nothing she could do…
If not for Kusa. The Goddess of Fertility had come to her on the previous night, the last night of the week long absence, in the form of a great, white wolf and offered her a deal brokered by Chiraxion, God of Centaurs himself! To avoid the grim fate of giving birth to a minotaur, who would surely grow into an evil beast doomed to be exiled or killed, Kusa granted Sairai her magic to form a foal instead based upon all the mates she had taken. Yes, the elk, the horses, Tor, the humans, the griffons, and the minotaur would combine inside of her. As well as any other creatures she managed to find within the next two weeks!
She’d been taken more than a hundred times by so many various beasts in the last week, but only six times by centaurs. Right now, her baby would be mostly elk and minotaur! She needed to find more of her own kind, and fast. It was these thoughts Sairai woke up with, as she groaned early in the morning, opening the front door of their home and stepping out into the morning rays of the sun, shining brightly on her white skin and blonde hair and fur.
“They should be back by now,” she whined. The week had finally passed on the morn of Kusa’s deliveries, and the raiding party should have returned. She needed them to return. With her teacher, Saldrin and his likely ex-son in law Chedl absolutely out of the question, until it was deemed safe to ever show her face at his home again, who better than seven strong, young farmhands to fill her womb again and again until no one would ever even suspect that something was amiss in her foal’s design? Sairai was no great hand at math, despite Saldrin’s best efforts. But she figured that each centaur could fuck her four times a day, which would make 28 fuckings a day over 14 days, which was more than three hundred! That would surely change things!
Instead, to her dismay, two hours had passed, and the morning saw not seven centaurs, but zero.
Sighing, Sairai trudged over to the does with her buckets, ready to relieve the poor girls. She’d been gone for three days when the griffons had attacked, and the elk still seemed upset at her. Most of their milk was gone by now, thanks to eight new elk calves with greedy mouths to feed. The older cows didn’t think twice to feed the strange fawns, completely unaware that they were actually the divine offspring of Kusa herself. Even though their teats were nearly empty, they stayed put while she milked them. Sairai ignored the commanding bleats from the other pen — she had to. The bulls were up to their lecherous efforts, and today she was not having it.
Well, one of them was.
While Randy was perpetually letting out brays of sexual frustration, Actaeon was oddly quiet. She spared a brief glance at him, noting that most of his attention was focused on the newborn foals resting in the females’ pen. All the better; she was forcing herself to develop a resistance to his uncouth advances. She couldn’t stop him from jumping over the fence again, if he decided to make a break for it, but this time she had made sure to keep Tor outside of the house. A low snarling growl, a few threatening snaps of the teeth, and with one word, she’ll have him corralling that insatiable bastard right back to his pen!
Sairai grabbed the two full milk pails, and walked to the gate. She didn’t dare leave before her eyes caught Tor’s. The cave lion was prowling near the house, easily within earshot. Sairai shivered, still remembering the night that he had taken her several dozens of times as well, dragging his barbed cock back and forth within her aching pussy. He was every bit as much the father of her foal as Actaeon and Randy. Sairai took a deep breath and exited the female’s pen; Tor, at least, hadn’t shown any interest in a repeat performance.
She kept her eyes on the sandy-furred lion as he started patrolling the ranch, quickening her pace as she passed by the two elk. It seemed even Randy had ceased his incessant complaints, now quietly watching her from the edge of the fence. Good. She wasn’t in the mood for another day-long tryst with the elk, not that she could afford to do so, with Kusa’s new pregnancy stipulations. She knew that she was wasting valuable time waiting here for the raiding party to return, only relying on wishful thinking. Saldrin and Chedl were always insatiably excited, and were only about a day’s travel away… But even if by some Elune-blessed miracle, their respective wives had forgiven them — and her — two centaur just wasn’t enough!
The answer was clear: she’d have to head the team off and meet them halfway.
After securing the milk, she went into the house to pack a satchel of essentials. They had gone north, and shouldn’t be far. Tor could guard the farm while she was away — he had done a fine job over the last four days. Sairai grabbed her bow and arrows, took a small bag of cheese and a bladder-skin of milk, and opened the door outside. It wouldn’t take long to reach Rob’air’s Crag, and then –
She was face to face with Actaeon.
The gigantic elk had waited until Tor was out of sight, then jumped the fence again, and now was standing no more than three feet away, eyes piercing into hers.
And Sairai…glared right back. His hypnotic gaze wasn’t going to work on her this time. “Move, Actaeon,” she simply grumbled, pushing him aside with her bulk. “I don’t have time for your boorishness; I’m going to find Father and his raiding party. And the second we get back,” turning to stare daggers at his slowly approaching form, “We are adding double the height of your fence!” Or maybe we should just chop off your legs… She thought facetiously, rolling her eyes.
She suddenly started at a sensation on her left flank. Not a harsh, disciplinary bite like she was accustomed to from these aggressive alpha bulls… but a pressing nip. A carefully softened chew. Sairai faced Actaeon fully, still staring at him warily, but with a twisted expression of confusion. “Actaeon, what… has gotten into you?” The Alpha bull elk still approached her slowly, but with measured steps; his posture still firm, but no longer supplemented with an intimidating threat. Taking another risk, Sairai looked into his eyes again, and as Actaeon walked within arm’s length, her jaw dropped. Those intelligent, muted green eyes that looked upon the centauress, still steely and unwavering… had noticeably softened in his gaze. He had suddenly held an air of respect towards her, possibly even reverence.
Sairai was absolutely stunned. Actaeon had never treated her with such gentleness, even from the first day he was purchased; up until the previous week when she had accidentally been marked, she simply existed to him, seeing her a few times a day. Yet, now, here he was, making soft cooing noises and stepping up to the shocked teenager, before softly nuzzling against her upper half, forcing an astounded gasp from Sairai’s throat.
“Actaeon…”
The bull circled her, leaving behind teasing nips and nuzzles as he made his way to her rear. She tensed her hinds, instinctively readying herself for a painfully sharp bite, or worse, to swivel out of the way for when he suddenly mounted… but neither of those things came. A shivering gasp shot up Sairai’s spine… when she felt Actaeon’s hard thick lips pushing up against her teats between her legs. She couldn’t even gasp out an inquiry, before his prodding gave way to gentle, tender, slow laps of his tongue and soft pinches between his teeth.
“Elune’s grace, Actaeon!” Sairai shook and whimpered. Each faux nursing nuzzle and pinched lipping of her teats sent shockwaves of pleasurable relief through her body, smoldering her inhibitions, while thrilling her with the surprise of a lifetime. Actaeon, the creature who stole her virginity, her first, roughest, and most favorite lover — lavishing her with real attention! Her supplies long forgotten, Sairai moaned and whimpered, starting to sweat in her heated arousal. The bull’s sensual nibbles left her moist teats, now dotting along her flank.
The fourteen-year-old racked her brain, wondering what had happened to make Actaeon suddenly so meek to her, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. The litter of calves Kusa had given birth to the day before, nestled safely under one of the does in the other pen. One of them was slowly standing up on shaky legs, attempting to take his first steps. Her breath caught in her throat, strangling back a sob.
He’s being so tender with me… because he thinks I’m their mother. That those are my calves… our calves.
A proud thrill rushed through her, setting off that insatiable heat deep within her mind, and losing all control. By now, Actaeon had reached her front and was dutifully cleaning off the centaur’s quivering abdomen. Broad swaths absorbed the salty excess sweat across the girl’s naked torso, and Sairai moaned softly, yet needily, pushing her chest outward and resting her hand on the elk’s head, keeping him in close proximity.
Her stomach quickly finished, Actaeon drifted upward to Sairai’s round breasts, where her erect, pebbly nipples waited for him. The elk hardly discerned any difference between these and the longer, more equine teats down below, and followed his instincts, lipping the reddened bud in between firm, pushing laps.
The centaur wailed in rapture, her head in a whirlpool, and her equine vulva fluttering with need. The perfect amalgamation finally came together, for her — the powerful hips, searing pleasure, infinite stamina, and gleefully large cock of her own elk Actaeon, combined with the tenderness and affectionate love that only a conscious centaur like Saldrin could provide.
If only he could… wait —
Breathing shakily with nervous excitement, while Actaeon distractedly licked and suckled at her human teat, Sairai moved her hand from the back of his head to one of his antlers, gripping it firmly. She remembered how hard she had to struggle in attempting to pull Randy off of Kusa last night, and resolutely jerked the rack downward.
There wasn’t an ounce of resistance as the submissive bull’s head was pulled upward, and as if he weren’t even interrupted, without fighting her strength at all, he simply continued to lick, now across her cheek and forehead. She groaned out a blast of lust-driven air, and seized the opportunity to complete a fantasy, lunging forward and catching his tongue with her lips.
Actaeon didn’t react either way at first, aside from a few twitches of his head while she sucked on the wet appendage, but when she released him with a starved whimper, he simply continued licking; just another wet area needing cleaning.
Actaeon did not even know what French kissing was, much less was he aware that he was doing so with a fourteen-year-old centaur. But for Sairai, that was more than enough. She held his antler in place, moaning desperately, turning her head any which way she could, and digging her tongue further into Actaeon’s mouth, to battle his own while he tried to simply mop up the seemingly never-ending moisture. She huffed against his tongue and dug her fingers against his muzzle. Actaeon may have just been following his instincts, but to Sairai, he was unknowingly acting like the perfect mated husband. And she knew what husbands did with their wives.
Her one-way kiss finally ended when absently, she heard Tor snarling at Actaeon as he charged towards them, an odd blur of yellow fur in her peripheral vision. She broke off from him, facing the big cat who was ready to scare the bull away.
“It’s okay, Tor,” Sairai called quietly, resting her hand on the head of the great, muscular beast that had taken her virginity. “Stand down.”
The growling probably stopped, but Sairai didn’t notice. The young centaur turned, soaking wet. Backing up to regrasp his antlers, she marched forward, essentially dragging Actaeon to the front door of the house. With measured steps, the elk patriarch remained docile as he stepped through the wide door, flicking his tail while following beside Sairai.
She shivered, letting Actaeon into the house. With his antlers, he barely fit, even though the building was designed for a centaur as large as her own father was. She didn’t give her protector, Tor, another thought as she slammed the door closed.
A tiny voice inside her was screaming in protest. She knew she was supposed to be resisting; looking for centaurs. She knew that whatever happened next would inevitably result in another hot load (or a few dozen) in her fertile womb. The baby growing inside of her would absorb every drop of cervine seed — what would her father and the other centaurs say when she gave birth not to a minotaur, but a full-blooded elk? Feeling his coarse fur rubbing up against her as his excitement built, that familiar red source of blissful trouble jutting out below her, the craving within decided it didn’t matter. After “teaching” her favorite lover how to French kiss, the reasons why not were rapidly dwindling until her only remaining thought was, an elk instead of a minotaur was still a favorable trade.
Actaeon snorted, starting to pant along with Sairai, before rudely nudging her tail out of the way and licking her pussy ravenously. She moaned and pushed back against him. The cocky alpha stopped after only a few licks — he knew she was already prepared for him. Sairai jumped with a start, yelping as his thundering hooves sounded so much louder in the enclosed space of their home foyer. She’d barely lifted her tail before the huge animal clambered onto her back, keeping his massive head low to make room for his antlers. The gentle, submissive patriarch had taken a backseat to the lust-filled, domineering alpha that Sairai was well-versed with. His hooves clicked into place against each other, digging into her teats, and Sairai spread her hind legs, bracing herself. Placing her hands on the front door, Sairai whinnied, “Fuck me, Actaeon! Breed me until you run dry!” As she excitedly anticipated the inevitable.
The inevitable came, and came, and came again. Though Actaeon had whetted his appetite less than ten hours ago inside the goddess Kusa, his large, healthy balls were primed and ready for his mated “wife”. Passion burst forth through Sairai over and over, surging through her body with each tumbling thrust, her internal fire thirsting for more illicit debauchery, and her mind only too compliant and excited to resist.
Tirelessly, they mated again and again, sometimes the impact of their thrusting leading them to an adjoining room, but most of their intense lovemaking was near the front of the house, where there was the most headroom. Any time the elk slid down off of her, she simply yanked his head to hers again, kissing him desperately to send surges of arousal through her body; enough to bend down and stroke or suck him to another sensitive erection, before turning around and waiting for the snorts and panting next to her head.
With each combined hunch of their backs, he claimed her, bleated his domination, his possession, and pumped another large, sticky, wet load beneath her tail. Oblivious ecstasy shone across Sairai’s face as she anticipated, enjoyed, and desired anew, the now familiar warm sensation of elk sperm flooding deep within her chamber, now accompanied by the churning magic filling her womb, folding each sperm into the growing fetus, her baby taking more and more of the beast’s form. She throbbed and clenched around him, neighing, moaning, screaming, begging, and whimpering until her voice was raw, bucking hard against each of his thrusts to maximize his reach, and clenching her hips each time he spent himself in her.
Several hours had passed. It was the late afternoon, as the sun was a little more than halfway past the midpoint. But Sairai certainly couldn’t tell from inside… or while underneath Actaeon. She was shuddering and moaning, panting and pushing back, elk cum spilling in rivulets down her hind legs onto the dirt floor, and drenched in sweat. More puddles of overflowed elk seed were haphazardly dropped in different areas of the centaurs’ home. The freshest one, however, was boiling within the lightening, swinging sack of the elk cow panting in her ear. For this session, the two of them were more or less where they started, pressed up against the front door of the house, the centaur’s arms pushing back against the rampaging bull. Flagging his tail for what could have been either the fourteenth time or the fortieth, Actaeon was wildly licking off whatever sweat he could reach with his head next to hers. Sairai tried to catch his mouth for another kiss, but they jostled too heavily to maintain contact with each other. She gasped and yelped with each new thrust, ready for her next explosive climax with him.
Then the door opened.
Sairai lost her balance and tumbled to her knees on the ground. Her rump stayed obediently in the air, Actaeon not even missing a single thrust as more excessive leftover cum splurted out across her rump and painted their hind legs.
“Whu — ?” Sairai gasped, eyes trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of the afternoon sun. She could only see three silhouettes, but did it really matter who they were? Heat rushed to her face, and she stammered, “I-it’s...not what it looks like!” lamely.
The dark images began to solidify as her eyes adjusted, obviously centaur, each one a different size, much like all the children’s stories she heard an age ago. Sairai’s heart fell in embarrassment, even as it thudded in her chest from Actaeon’s continuing thrusts; three centaurs — a foal, a colt, and a stallion — could only be her brothers. Sure enough, her vision cleared to reveal the three male siblings — Artan, Colfax, and Hallun, mouths gaping. With her front half collapsed in a heap, they could see every grunting thrust as Actaeon hilted himself within her. And with her white-soaked tail aside, and the uncaring elk’s shaft disappearing and reappearing right in front of them, there was no doubt that it was exactly what it looked like.
The huge beast took that exact moment to clench his hooves and leap forward, squeezing his tip against her innermost wall before letting loose with an echoing bellow that deafened everyone. A high-pitched, wet squiiiirk! signaled his latest flood, thick, wet gushes leaving nothing to the three boys’ imaginations. Despite her mortified state, or perhaps even because of it, Sairai couldn’t take it anymore. While the three watched, she arched herself as much as she could from her bent position back against the horny bull, clenching down around him as his seed once again filled her fertile womb. Without realizing it, the young filly’s hands had gone to her breasts, enjoying just a few more pinpricks of pleasure as she squirted around the big buck. “Aahn...AAAAHHH!” she cried.
In the corner of her blurred vision, she could see her older brothers’ cocks growing, swelling and pulling up beneath them as they watched, spellbound by the scene in front of them. The youngest, Artan, just watched, confused. Sairai could only moan and shudder as her “husband” used her, reveling in each, juicy load he squeezed between her legs. Lost in ecstasy, Sairai knew that her brothers were seeing the truth — she belonged to Actaeon now, and when he called, she would come.
Hallun, the eldest, was the first to move. He said nothing, his face stricken, turned on his heel and fled, his thick cock making a meaty thwack! sound beneath him as he ran. “Hallun, wait!” she gasped, wanting to explain. The minotaurs, Kusa, everything — if he only knew he’d at least understand…
Colfax took a deep breath, composing himself. He was a year younger than she was, and had always been a little prat, and now was no different. Acting as if he didn’t have a thick, pre-dripping hard-on from what he was watching, he said, “By Chiraxion, sis; I knew you had trouble around the boys, but I didn’t know you’d grown this desperate!”
“Oh...fuck off,” she gasped, chest heaving. As if Colfax had ever had a girlfriend, anyway. Let the colt think what he wanted, it was Hallun she needed to talk to. He could convince the other boys not to tell anyone what they saw, once he knew why she had done it.
“I’m not going to stop you, Sairai. But I bet you Dad will!”
“Don’t you dare tell him!” she gasped, but the tan-furred centaur was already kicking off, rounding the corner of the building on the way north.
Sairai felt a pit in her gut. If the boys were already back, her father and the rest of the centaurs were right behind them, and could be here any minute! Would any of the males be interested in her if they heard what she’d been doing all this time? She had to stop Colfax, but how could she, with Actaeon still pumping away?
She turned to Artax, shivering. The young foal stood half her height, brow furrowed in complete confusion. “Sairai…?” he asked meekly, not even sure what to ask.
“Artan, you have to stop your brother from telling Father about this. Can you do that?” Sairai gasped, as Actaeon sloppily pulled out of her, more rivers of seed marking the threshold to their home.
Artan said, “But Father is still a day or two out. He sent the three of us home early on account of a strange band of...well, not elves, but elf-looking people. He was worried about you.”
Sairai let out a deep breath and let her head drop in annoyed relief. Colfax was just fucking with her, as usual. Surprisingly, Actaeon hadn’t tried to mount her again right away, possibly due to the other centaurs there. She had plenty of time to convince the hot-headed colt to keep quiet. Assuming she could keep Actaeon away from her before he tried any more. How many was he up to already? It must have been almost twenty… “So it’s just the three of you?”
Artan nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Sairai felt a pit in her stomach. Then that meant the males were still at least a day away. Why couldn’t Father have sent a strapping young warrior home with her brothers? Still, a day wasn’t as long as she’d feared she might have to wait. Why the dull ache in her belly?
Ohh, right…
Because she knew what she had to do. The clock was ticking on Kusa’s spell, and she needed as much centaur seed as she could find. Her expedition would have to be postponed — she couldn’t waste time searching for the herd when there were two fertile young males right here.
Her brothers.
She had to do more than convince Hallun not to tell. She had to seduce him! Her face was beet red, but she would do anything for the baby. Hallun had a girlfriend, Leyweyun, from a neighboring tribe, but if Sairai had learned anything over the past week, it was that males would never turn down a freely lifted tail.
There were old traditions that forbade mating within the family, though why, Sairai had never fully understood. She doubted Colfax would put much stock in the law, but Hallun might be a challenge. Still, she had to try.
“Artan, I need you to go and find Tor. We need to get Actaeon back to his pen. Do you think you can do that?”
He could, though finding the patrolling cat took nearly fifteen minutes. While she waited, Sairai corralled Actaeon into the males’ pen and locked it shut. She stood at the gate to keep him from leaping over, staring him down for a change. The amorous bull kept trying to make further advances upon Sairai, but she was far too focused on trying to find her brothers. Eventually, Tor’s familiar growl was heard from behind, and she sighed in relief. Artan was with the lion in tow.
Until she got the brothers to reinforce that fence, Sairai knew that at any moment Actaeon might just come after her once more, but she would keep Tor at her side to ward him off. Sairai had more important business to attend to, so the two elk would have to wait. “Tor, with me. Artan, look for Colfax. I need to talk to him, okay?”
The foal nodded, scampering off.
Shaking off the angry snorts from the pen, Sairai trotted off into the forest, her best guess as to where Hallun had gone. The cave lion plodded quietly behind her, expertly evading the loud, wet drips that fell from her hindquarters.
She might not have found him had Tor’s nose not picked up his scent. As it was, she wound through a thick copse she’d never bothered to check before, only to find a secluded glen. Hallun must have known about this place for years without telling anyone — except maybe Leyweyun. Sairai stepped into the clearing, where the large stallion lay on his back, trying desperately to reach his swollen cock with his hands. The best he could manage was to rub the sides with his forelegs. Sairai shook her head piteously, images of Saldrin feebly attempting the same thing running through her head — at least he had a smoothed down staff to rub up against. Her poor brother was only hurting himself, exerting far too much physical stress trying to tease himself to release, only to collapse back into his natural posture, breathless. She wondered what was worse — being just barely able to rub yourself to the point of helpless frustration like a filly mare, or, like a stallion, unable to do even that.
“You don’t have to do that alone,” she said, stepping forward boldly.
Hallun’s eyes popped open with a start, and he rolled onto his belly, blushing madly. His shock turned to anger. “What are you doing here!? Get out!”
“You know you’re just frustrating yourself. Let me help you,” she said smoothly.
His brown-furred chest heaved from almost twenty minutes of futile rubbing. Now, his dick was pinned beneath his belly, hidden from sight. “There are a thousand reasons why that can’t happen, Sairai. You’re my sister, and you’re just a filly! And I have a girlfriend! Father would kill me. Hell, kill us! And that’s… that’s just gross!”
Sairai rolled her eyes, stepping forward a little. This was going to be harder than she thought. “That’s five reasons. Come on, my hands are no different than yours. Let me help you, and that will be it. No one needs to know.” A bluff, but a reasonable one. Could Hallun really turn her down after letting her stroke him to the very edge of orgasm?
But Hallun would have none of it. “What has gotten into you, Sairai? Don’t you realize what you were doing with that...that animal? I feel like I don’t even know you! You’re not the sister I knew from a week ago!”
“A lot can happen in a week, Hallun. Let me explain —”
“No!” The young stallion lunged to his hooves in a standing position. Sairai’s eyes instinctively darted under her brother’s barrel, devastated to see that his long, dark penis had fully retracted into his sheath; the last vestiges of her hope furling into only bitter contempt as he towered over her. “How many times did you let that beast defile you? What reason could you possibly have for that!?”
“Hallun…” she said, trailing off. She’d told herself over and over that everything would be okay if he let her explain. But now, with so much that had happened, how could she explain? She’d made a mistake, and the beast had taken her… but then what? She had walked willingly into the pen the next day, eagerly two days later. She’d spent a night beneath Tor, a day submitting herself to three under-horned unicorns, a night exploring their foreign bipedal furless owners, and a morning with two sibling griffons, an entire sea of minotaurs, and cheated with Saldrin and Jilla and Chedl. Sairai knew that she had to convince her brother to breed her, but the entirety of the truth was both damning and impossibly unbelievable. “I…” she said, realizing that until the baby was born, she could tell no one what had really happened.
“That’s what I thought,” he spat venomously. “You’d stoop so low to flip your tail and offer your body to a mindless, shit-smelling livestock. You’re fucking sick! Who would ever want to betroth you after hearing about this??”
Every one of her older sibling’s words stabbed her through the heart. The small measures of shame she had felt between those rapturous days of pleasure, all stampeded back over her, tenfold. Sairai felt her tears welling up. She hadn’t asked for any of this. Now her own brother thought she was some sort of perverted freak! If he knew everything, he’d understand. He’d have to… wouldn’t he? But telling him wasn’t an option — not yet. If only Kusa would return and inform him: give him the message he needs to learn, before it is too late. But the goddess did not appear. Sairai’s breath hitched, as she held back a whimper. “Hallun, please… please, just listen… now, more than ever, I need you…”
“Why.” Glaring down coldly at her, it wasn’t even a question.
The young filly’s lips trembled, almost predicting the response. She looked down, ashamed.
“I can’t say.”
Hallun stepped close to her and said, “Go back to Actaeon if you’re so desperate. Get out of here; I don’t even know you anymore, and I want nothing to do with you.”
“Hallun, don’t — ” Sairai gasped.
“GO!”
Sairai closed her eyes and turned around, bounding through the thick trees, heedless of the sharp branches digging into her skin. She sobbed unabashedly now, the homestead forest a dark wet blur with tears running down her face. Many times she’d cried in the last week, but only from pain, or occasionally fierce pleasure. But her brother’s words hurt even worse, and once the tears started to flow, everything that bit at her — all the guilt, the second thoughts, and regrets — everything swallowed her up in a downpour of heartbreak. Sairai, the fourteen-year-old centauress, only made it about halfway home before the misery overwhelmed her and she collapsed in a heap on the forest floor, weeping as exhausted gasps wracked her body.
About thirty seconds later, Tor tread up to her carefully, before curling up against her side, concerned. In her frustrated mumbles, she pushed him away, but he nudged her back, running his soft, tan fur against her shoulder and offering soft mewls. Finally, accepting the comfort of something warm to hold, Sairai sadly broke even further, giving in and hugging the huge cat close to her wailing body. His tawny fur muffled her cries, and he consolingly rubbed against his owner, letting her salty tears drip onto his fur. It took about ten minutes before Sairai’s tears slowed to none, and she regained her composure. “Thank you, Tor,” she murmured into his pelt.
She eventually stood, wiping her eyes clear. She had a job to do, and Hallun wasn’t going to stop her. Maybe he wouldn’t let her help him, but the young stallion was bound to get desperate after another quarter-hour of fruitless masturbation. Sairai walked home picking up into a trot, hoping her other brothers would mistake her red face as coming from the brisk run.
She found Artan first, galloping up to her. He didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, and reported dutifully, “I couldn’t find Colfax. Or Hallun! I checked everywhere north — maybe he actually did run to find Father?”
Hopefully not. Could she catch up to him? “Artan, I need you to do something for me, okay?”
“Okay!” the foal chirped colorfully. Why couldn’t Artan have been one of the older brothers? He’d always been a perfectly helpful, efficacious colt in the making.
“Do you know about a secret glen in the forest, half a kilometer east of here? Hallun is there.”
“No…”
Sairai gave him as clear directions as she could, then said, “I need you to take a milking pail to him. Hallun is in great need of… milking. Will you go and milk him for me, and bring me back as much of his milk as you can?”
“Milk...our brother?” Artan asked, confused.
“Don’t tell him I sent you. Just say that you saw him earlier and thought he might need to be milked. I’m...pretty sure he’ll let you if you keep asking. Make sure not to spill any, either, okay?”
“Um...okay.”
“You got it?” she asked the confused foal.
“Yeah, I… got it,” he lied, before scampering off to find a pail.
Sairai watched the centaur, barely half her size, running off toward Hallun. She felt a twinge of regret to be sending her innocent younger brother out to jack off her older brother, but she knew what she had to do for her baby.
Now, to find Colfax. For all his cheerfulness and efficiency, Artan was not the best tracker, as he tended to simply skim an area without checking thoroughly, so she decided she’d better give the farmstead a quick look in case he missed anything. She rolled her eyes and held back an annoyed groan when the first place she looked had the young colt inside. Bless his heart, sometimes he’s just too eager for his own good.
She had barely walked up to the old stable before she heard movement inside. With all the elk in the pens, that could only be Colfax — probably trying to rub himself just like Hallun.
She grabbed the wide door and swung it open, backing up several steps to rotate it all the way. But not all the elk were in the field. She certainly found Colfax, but she also found Mabel, the doe that had started everything. She was still in heat, the last fading edge, and Sairai had a hunch that was why her brother had led the large elk here.
A hunch borne out by the fact that he was on her back, forelegs curled around her rump, his pale face frozen in place as he gasped at Sairai’s sudden appearance.
The teenage girl’s mood immediately improved. Now, she had leverage: her middle sibling was caught with his cock in the cookie jar.
“Looks like the tables have turned,” Sairai grinned, for the first time today.
Her tan-furred brother was still too far back to be inside of Mabel, and Sairai walked along beside the two to confirm it. His jumping shaft was swinging beneath Mabel — she’d interrupted him just when he’d gotten the courage to try.
Colfax composed himself quickly, refusing to acknowledge the compromising situation. “I’m just...practicing the mount,” he fibbed.
“Practicing for whom?” she asked smugly. “You don’t have a girlfriend.”
“You don’t know that” he said, which was a handy way to sidestep the accusation.
Sairai didn’t care about his effort to save face. She only wanted one thing from her brother. “Well then, please, don’t stop on my account!”
But… I-I wasn’t going to —” he started to lie, but she interrupted.
“But look at her. She needs you.” Sure enough, the young doe had her tail lofted, her hind legs splayed, and she was looking over her shoulder at the colt, bleating lustfully. The teenage girl knew she needed to milk this opportunity harder than the does she relieved yesterday. “You shouldn’t abuse her like this — mounting her with no intention of satisfying her need.”
“Sairai…” he said, petering off. He seemed to be calculating her intentions — was she trying to trap him? To make fun of him? Or was it something else?
She took a step forward until she stood right beside the two. “Sairai!” he gasped, trying to slide off of Mabel and back to four legs on the ground. No easy task when all he had were his back hooves to help. Sairai grabbed him by the shoulder of his front leg, holding him onto the elk, not letting him dismount.
“Calm down, Colfax,” she cooed. “You saw me and Actaeon. I’m in no place to judge you. Do it! She wants it. She needs it.”
The young colt paused there, still balancing on Mabel’s back, breathing slowly, unable to comprehend what his older sister was asking him to do. He looked into her eyes and knew she was serious. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I’ve never...done it before.”
“I know,” Sairai whispered placatingly, taking a step to the side so that she was lined up with her brother’s flank. She reached out with her hands to gently grab his swollen meat.
Neiiiigh! Colfax whinnied, shocked at the touch.
“But there’s a first time for everything,” she panted, guiding his tip with both hands toward the elk’s, warm, wet entrance.
Feeling his sister’s fingers gripping his cock, Colfax grunted with a hard shudder, and clenched his eyes shut. With a gentle push, Sairai smeared his thick, damp tip up against Mabel’s winking lips, making the young elk bleat lustfully. “Sairai…” he groaned, halfway between protest and pleading.
“All you have to do… is flex your hips… ” she shuddered.
Colfax swished his tail, trembling, his dick still firmly gripped and pointed right into Mabel’s waiting pussy. “Oh gods…” he moaned, before tensing his forelegs and launching himself forward. Sairai grinned as her brother’s slick shaft slid through her fingers, barreling into the squealing doe. Even if she couldn’t convince the colt to breed her, at the very least he wouldn’t tell her Father what he’d caught Sairai doing!
Mabel’s eyes popped wide open. Even a not-quite-fully-grown centaur like Colfax was enormous compared to Actaeon and Randy, and the horny elk couldn’t have expected the huge, throbbing organ spreading her tight cunt two or three times as wide. The bull elk might match a centaur for length, but not girth. Colfax only managed a half foot before his cock got stuck, bending slightly in the narrow passage. Mabel dropped her jaw, and her powerful lowing filled the small stable.
Sairai looked down at the problem, but there was nothing to be done except to say, “Feed it in nice and slow so she can get used to it.”
Through gritted teeth, Colfax gasped, “She’s so tight…” He did as he was told, however, taking a deep breath before tugging a few inches back until his cock straightened out. Then he began to slowly push his hips forward, wedging inch after inch into Mabel’s slowly expanding, trembling pussy.
“Theeeere you go, thaaat’s it…” Sairai praised encouragingly.
The young colt had to adjust his grip on the elk’s hips, leaning forward as he sank the first half of his cock into her, up to the medial ring. There, he got stuck once again. After jamming himself forward a few times, he winced, and said, “I can’t…”
Sairai said, “Here, let me help.” She reached beneath her brother’s barrel with both hands, wrapping her fingers around the thick, fleshy ring. Squeezing gently, she compressed the ring tighter around his shaft and said, “Now push.”
Colfax whinnied, painfully aware that the tight pressure around the middle of his cock was his sister, helping to guide him into a horny beast. Whimpering, he ignored the urge to back away and pushed forward. Slowly, Sairai guided the thickest part of her brother’s shaft between Mabel’s trembling, straining folds. The young doe shuddered and spread her legs, bellowing as she took the impossibly thick cock.
With a wet splop!, the ring slipped in, Mabel’s clenching lips holding Colfax inside now. The young man needed no help now, wriggling forward onto the doe’s body before driving the rest of his dick deeper and deeper. Mabel yelled and yelled until her voice was raw as her pussy stretched for the powerful colt, until he’d speared her all the way to the hilt.
“I can feel it,” Colfax groaned excitedly, louder than he ever had, his hips flush with hers and his swinging balls nestled up against her pink teats. “The end!”
“Good. Now give her what she needs…” Sairai said, stepping back.
With a whinny, Colfax did just that. His rear muscles snapped as he pulled himself all the way back to his medial ring before leaping forward and hilting himself again. Mabel’s distended cunt had stretched as far as she could, just barely able to take the thick centaur cock. He reached forward with his hands to brace himself around her neck, pumping hard and deep. Mabel’s little flag tail twitched as she bucked up and down around the massive rod, moaning.
Sairai just watched the two humping and pushing against each other, man and beast, connected in the most carnal and intimate way, as she had many times before with so many other species over the past seven days. Sweat poured down Colfax’s flanks as he bred his first filly, never having imagined her looking quite like this. His grunting thrusts quickened, as did Mabel’s deep-throated cries, until Sairai knew that the time to step in had come. Walking quietly up behind her distracted brother, she reached out with both hands and tightly squeezed his straining balls.
“Owwwww, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-owwww!!!!!” Colfax yelped, the torturous sensation of pain jolting straight up and down his stomach and spine.
“Down, boy,” Sairai said, squeezing again.
On the edge of tears, he wasn’t going to protest or even question her. The colt backpedaled, tearing himself from his tight mate. Judging by the fluids that spilled out of Mabel bearing a tinge of faded white, Sairai had been just in time. Mabel looked over her shoulder in shock, her wet pussy clenching and dribbling. “Sorry, girl,” Sairai said. But she had more important uses for Colfax.
“Ow! Owwww!” Colfax repeated, dancing rather indignantly as his balls trembled in pain. “What the fuck was that for!?”
Sairai stepped up, face to face with her brother, and tried to emulate Actaeon’s stare. She looked him right in the eye and said, “Let Actaeon take care of her. Someone else needs you.”
Colfax blinked, “But -”
“Don’t think — act. You know what you want — take it.” Sairai turned in place, never breaking eye contact with her brother.
“You mean…?” he asked, finally getting the picture. “But you’re my —”
His words cut off the moment Sairai raised her rump and lifted her tail, mere feet from her brother’s face. With a husky breath, she said, “You’ve had your practice — time to put your skills to the test.”
Her paralyzing stare had broken, in exchange for one even more powerful. His eyes were down, locked and focused on her clenching, pink teardrop. He could hardly be blamed for forgetting who that clenching pussy belonged to, especially now that the pain in his sac was finally subsiding. With a loud grunt, the young colt leapt onto his older sister’s back, sliding his heavy forelegs around her waist.
Sairai trembled, a quivering mix of emotions. This was what she needed, but still — he was her brother! Soon, his pent up balls would pump his seed into her fertile womb, merging with her child. Without realizing it, Colfax was about to become a father — at least in part. Sairai kept her mouth shut, worried that if she did speak, she might blurt out ‘stop’!
Her younger brother groaned, his erection flopping up and down as he aimed it up between her legs. Sairai trembled with fear and anticipation, desperate for him to find his mark but praying that he wouldn’t. In seconds, his half-flared tip smacked against her indentation, resting in the smooth curve of her cunt.
Desire and decency warred within her head: flashes of Jilla writhing under her father, visualizing Hendi catching them mid-incestuous kiss; and Kusa, the Fertility Goddess’ sacrifice, enhancing her unborn child with a second chance that she had already squandered… Each moment of waiting was split apart by suspenseful indecision. “Colfax…!” Sairai whined, trailing off. She didn’t know whether her next directive would be not to bother or not to hold back.
“Oh, Sairai…” he gasped. The decision was made for her in an instant, as finally, the twice denied flaring tip of Colfax’s rod caught onto the winking lips of his senior, the brother leaping forward, slamming his thick, pink cock into her fertile folds.
Sairai dropped her jaw and moaned, feeling first-hand what Mabel had felt moments before. The horny elk was in the corner now, desperately trying to lick her wet pussy, oblivious to the siblings only a few meters away. He really was huge! Of course, he was nothing compared to Saldrin, or the draft horses, or the minotaurs, but just because she’d taken bigger and badder cocks didn’t make Colfax nothing. Her bright pink folds stretched wide around her brother’s dick, engulfing him with a loud, wet, smack!
“Oh gods, sis!” he gasped, hammering his medial ring into her convulsing passageway. He clambered desperately over her until his front legs wrapped around her midsection, reaching forward with his hands to grab her arms.
“Colfax!” she groaned, knowing that there was no turning back now. She was about to be bred by her own brother, and with luck, this wouldn’t be the last time. She would never have guessed that the first womb her younger brother would claim would be her own. The colt may have penetrated Mabel first, but his seeds would be sewn with his sister.
He groaned and humped, plumbing her depths with his massive, throbbing cock. “Gods!” he wailed, rocking forward so fast that his balls met her with a loud, repetitive slap!
Punctuated with her yelps and gasps, Sairai non-verbally taught Colfax a very simple lesson in centaur lovemaking by grabbing each of his hands with hers, and tugging them from her shoulders to her breasts. He whinnied and squeezed, enjoying his new handhold. Sairai squealed and bucked her hips, every inch of her passage convulsing around his quivering cock. “Don’t stop, brother! Fill me!”
“Sis, I’m gunna —!“ was all he managed to say in warning before the irrevocable happened. The soon-to-be stallion flagged his tail, lurching forward to grind his swelling tip against her innermost walls. He flared within her, thick, pink flesh flattening into an impassable wall — except, of course, through the tiny hole that even now began to twitch within her. A few wet gushes poured into the small empty space inside her, then grew into a sputtering stream. With a whinny, Sairai felt the sticky, warm fluids suddenly erupt into a continuous jet — a constant gooey splash that quickly distended the end of her canal. Where Actaeon’s thin cock would barely reach her cervix and drooped, Colfax held firm, sealing in every last drop until the pressure grew so great that Sairai’s shuddering gate finally gave way. Her brother’s life-giving fluids splattered her womb, magic engulfing her young foal as Colfax unwittingly became a father.
“Unnnnh!” Sairai cried, humping her hindquarters and squeezing down around the whole, huge cock to milk every last drop from her brother’s pulsating balls. She could feel them pumping and pulsing rhythmically, where they lay nestled against her inner thighs. The young colt was certainly a virgin no more. He might have been Sairai’s thirty-third mate, but she would always be his first.
Soon he was panting and shuddering over her, not yet with the stamina of a full-grown stallion. Sairai groaned as she felt his thick, bubbling cum sift around in her belly, knowing it had gone to good use. Colfax’s sweat spilled down into hers, his hands slipping slightly as he absentmindedly massaged her breasts. “Thank you, brother,” she whimpered.
Colfax shivered, letting go of her breasts to ask breathlessly, “What did we just do?”
“Only what came naturally. Didn’t it feel good? Right?” she asked. She would need to convince him tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. Maybe a few times each day. Surely, he would be easier to seduce each time, though.
“I...I guess,” the young colt said uncertainly. “But you’re my sister.”
“And yet,” she said, gasping, “you’re still cumming inside me, even now. Let the others talk — I love you, brother.” She was lying, at least to a point. She’d always found Colfax to be insufferable, but he was still her brother.
“I always thought you hated me!” he gasped, wiggling his hips as he began to back off of her.
“Would I have done this, if I hated you?” she asked, side-stepping the question.
“Maybe,” he gasped, that familiar smirk returning to his lips. “If you’re just a huge whore!”
Sairai bit her lip, but didn’t engage him — she still needed him.
Nickering as he pulled out of her, the colt chuckled mischievously, “Going to fuck Actaeon again?”
“What? No!”
“C’mon, let me watch. I know you’re going to.”
“I’m not.”
Colfax flicked his tail back and forth, looking his damp, exhausted sister over. “Randy, then? You still want to feel their cocks pumping between your slutty legs. Or maybe you’re done with them. Trying to up your count? Going after Hallun next? Or Artan?”
“You disgusting idiot!” she yelled, unable to avoid falling into his trap. The colt was just insufferable! “Artan is just a foal.”
“Oh, so you are going after Hallun, then!” Colfax rebutted, grinning from ear to ear.
Sairai narrowed her eyes, shut her mouth, and left the stables kicking the door closed on her way out. He still had Mabel in with him. If she knew males at all, he’d be on top of her again before the loose hay hit the floor, but still he accused her of being a slut!? Her face burned that she couldn’t deny his last accusation, since she really was planning after Hallun, though not for the reason he thought.
She called Tor over immediately, ignoring Actaeon’s wanton calls. She walked past his pen briskly, glaring at him in a defiant challenge before she scanned for Artan. Surely, he’d be back soon with that bucket…
Sure enough, after only a few minutes of waiting, the stout little foal came galloping from the woods, the bucket swinging slowly, as if full. As he approached, Sairai asked the key question, “Did he let you milk him?”
“Did he ever!” the boy cried, skidding to a stop in front of his sweat-covered sister. “I didn’t even know you could milk a centaur, much less a boy! Seemed like it was painful for him though — he tried to stop me for a long time, and when he finally let me, he kept moaning and groaning and whimpering a whole lot!”
Sairai grappled the bucket, and sure enough, it was half-full of sticky, white cum, still warm to the touch. She tried not to picture the scene that had procured that much yield, instead simply saying, “Thanks, Artan.”
“What are you going to do with that?” he asked. “Drink it?”
“After a fashion,” she said simply, turning toward the house. She couldn’t use the stable and she wouldn’t dare do this in front of Artan. The poor boy had already seen too much. “Run and play, okay? I need the house to myself for a while.”
Artan beamed cheerfully and cantered off. The bucket swung heavily as she walked to the house and swung the door closed behind her. “Now what?” she asked herself, looking down at the bucket, and around the house. At least the floor was still coated in elk cum — the house wasn’t about to get any messier. Sairai belatedly realized she hadn’t thought this far ahead. She couldn’t even reach her pussy. How was she going to pour a bucket full of her brother’s cum into it?
She instinctively thought of Artan, since Hallun was uncooperative and Colfax had already contributed, but dismissed that immediately. Her face flushed just thinking of having to go back and ask the foal a fifth time to move his acts into the unspeakable. Maybe if she tied the bucket to a rope and dangled it above her, she could spill it down onto her rump. Most would be wasted, sure, but some would pour into her, right? Far enough to reach her womb, she didn’t know…
Still, it was a better plan than nothing. Dangling the bucket from a bracket on the door, she held the rope taut. She’d have to lie on her back for this — no, she’d have to rest with her hindquarters pushed up against the wall. Taking care not to spill the bucket, Sairai lay down in the puddle of elk spunk and wriggled toward the wall, planting her hooves a meter up the wall and walking her rump up the sheer face. It hurt, but she kept it up until she was crunched up like a right angle against the wall, her hind legs spread and dangling in the air. She glanced at the bucket — a little off center, but it would do. All she had to do was pull the rope and the bucket would tip, spilling its life-giving fluids onto her sopping, pink teardrop.
Sairai took a deep breath and pulled.
White droplets sparkled in the sunlight that streamed through the small window near the door, landing heavily on Sairai’s raised rump, before the cascade coalesced into a thin stream, and then a thick, heavy waterfall. The wet splop! splash! of the fertile seed against her rump told Sairai all she needed to know — she’d missed.
“Damn it!” she gasped, letting go of the rope before she lost the rest of the swirling contents of the bucket. Some had dripped onto her winking teardrop, but very little was seeping into her, instead collecting in a pool between her legs. This wasn’t working at all!
She tried uselessly to reach forward and massage the cum into her pussy, but she was several feet from reaching that far. Kicking her aching hooves against the wall, Sairai groaned. “If you’d just worked with me, Hallun…”
Taking a deep breath, Sairai knew what she had to do. She couldn’t do this alone. “Artan!” she yelled through the window. “Artan, are you there!?”
At first, she wasn’t sure the foal could hear her, but then she heard his heavy footfalls. “Sairai?” the boy called as he galloped toward the house.
“Come in, I...need your help.” Sairai bit her lip, wishing there were any other way. Still, the boy had no idea what was happening, so hopefully he’d just think this was just another weird game.
The door opened, and Artan gasped in surprise to find his sister lying in a pool of cum, bent up against the wall like an iron square. “What against Elune are—”
Sairai said, “Close the door and pull down the bucket, will you?”
He nodded and did as he was asked. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Sairai looked up at her oblivious brother sadly. Still, she’d gone this far, she might as well get his help. She already knew that Hallun was out of the question — it was a small miracle he had even let Artan get that far — and Colfax would just make fun of her. “I need to get Hallun’s milk between my legs, but I can’t do it alone.”
“What? Why!?” the foal probed. This was not something he’d ever heard of for milk.
Sairai didn’t know what to say. She lay there, trying to think of any plausible reason for her request. Finally, she said, “It’s like… my insides are on fire, and only his milk will put it out. It’s something all girls go through.” That was mostly the truth, though Sairai wasn’t technically in heat.
Good enough for Artan, though. Though he furrowed his brow and shook his head in utter confusion, this morning becoming stranger and stranger with every passing minute, he walked over to Sairai’s propped up pussy. “In here?” he asked, pointing to her sopping entrance.
“Yes. Try to get as much as you can inside, okay? Don’t waste any.”
Artan nodding, and Sairai tensed herself. A week ago, if someone had said she’d be lying in puddles of elk cum and encouraging her youngest brother to smear her oldest brother’s own cum into her pussy, she’d might have kicked them in the face! She closed her eyes, trying not to think about what was about to happen.
Until it finally happened.
By now, the cum was starting to get cold, and thicken up a little. Artan poured a pint or two directly onto her tensed up cunt, but like before, most of it clung to her thighs. “It’s not going in,” he said, nervously.
“That’s okay. Just...use your hands. Scoop it up and push it in.”
Artan didn’t hesitate, putting the bucket down to slide both hands into the stick gunk. “It feels weird!” he said, giggling slightly as he slid the slop to her gaping hole. Sairai tried desperately to relax herself, to make it easier for Artan, but the whole notion of what her young brother was doing made her tense up. He didn’t know any better, running his fingers between her tightened lips. She felt Hallun’s cold semen slowly seep inside of her, joining Colfax between her legs.
“That’s it. Like that,” she said through gritted teeth. He scooped up another batch, this time reaching into her with two fingers on each hand and pulling her roughly apart. Sairai nickered at the sudden pressure.
“Gosh, did I hurt you?” the boy asked.
“No, that’s...that’s fine…” she gasped.
“This is so weird!” he repeated, pulling her open and scooping another thick load between her aching lips. He kept it up, scooping until her fur was only lightly coated in Hallun’s cum when he said, “There, it’s all in, I think.”
Sairai glanced at the bucket, still over half-full. “Keep going, there’s a lot more.”
This time Artan tried to pull her lips apart with one hand, while pouring the bucket with the other. It worked well, gravity sending cups of cum down, down, down her quivering canal. Sairai grunted again, trying to ignore the feelings that were welling up inside of her. The way his small fingers played across her lips, the way the heavy fluid pumped and pooled inside of her...she was starting to breathe heavily.
“You’re full!” he said, the level of cum finally pooling up to reach her pussy. But Sairai knew she wasn’t full, from lots of experience. She could feel the gaps that weren’t being filled, and there was still her womb, which thus far hadn’t taken any of Hallun’s seed.
“No, Artan. It’s just getting stuck. You’ll have to dislodge it.”
“What? How?”
Sairai took a deep gulp. “Push it in with your arm.” She trembled at just the suggestion.
“Alright, I guess.” His hand was already coated, why not his arm? The young foal did as he was told, as obedient as ever. Putting down the bucket, which was still a quarter full, He stood next to her upraised rump and placed a free hand on her clenching folds. She couldn’t hold back a loud whimper as her brother slid his arm between her legs, careful to block off as much cum from squeezing out of her as possible.
He slid easily up to his elbow, and his efforts were really paying off. The air that had blocked the cum from spilling deeper was breached, and Sairai felt the heavy cum seeping deeper. She moaned, and said, “Deeper!” knowing that there was more than he could do.
Artan hesitated, then pushed deeper, extending his arm straight down into her squeezing, trembling cunt. Sairai couldn’t lie to herself anymore — her brother was turning her on. She bucked weakly, squeezing with a loud, wet, squorsh! “A little more!” she gasped.
Soon, the young boy was up to his shoulder inside of her, his hand brushing up against her cervix. The thick cum spilled into her womb, and she felt the familiar warmth of magic folding into her unborn foal. Groaning with a swirling combination of pleasure, discomfort, and thrill, it took all of Sairai’s effort to say, “Okay, pull out. Now pour the rest of it in.”
Artan grunted as he pulled his arm out of her pussy, which seemed to be trying to pull his arm even deeper. “Woah!” he gasped, looking at his dripping arm. “I had no idea you had that much space inside you!”
Sairai whimpered and pointed to the bucket. Grabbing it, Artan poured the final amount through her spread lips, managing to empty the bucket before the level reached the top again. Pausing there, Artan said, “Is this what Actaeon was doing to you? Putting out your fire with his ‘milk’?”
“Yes,” Sairai whined. “Now push it deeper.” She was trembling for the return of his arm.
Artan waited. “Wait… he doesn’t have hands. So, he was...doing it directly?”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Now push!”
The urgency in her voice spurred the centaur on. Artan spread his fingers and pushed inside her, pushing the excess cum deeper. Sairai squeezed hard around his arm, partly to form a seal, but mostly because she was rocking her hips awkwardly back and forth. Memories of Jilla rushed through her mind as warmth spread throughout her hind legs, the longing returning. Thinner and shorter than her first girlfriend’s, she was much more violent in her gyrating fits, her body more than convinced that a hard, firm shaft was delivering Hallun’s cum straight to her needy womb. “Oh, Artan…” she gasped, humping.
He didn’t stop at the elbow this time, listening intently to the loud glurps and glops that signaled each little air pocket inside of her giving way to cum. Artan pistoned his arm all the way in, leaving his sister moaning and gasping for air.
“You were moaning like this… when we found Actaeon giving you milk… on top of you.” It was only now, that Sairai’s groans and gasps paused long enough to hear her younger brother behind her was breathing heavily, too.
When Sairai turned around and glanced at the foal, she was stunned. There it was. Swaying under his belly, firm as a cedar and jumping excitedly — Artan’s erection stood between his hind legs, surely his first. Naturally, it was smaller than Saldrin’s and Chedl’s — it was even about two-thirds the size of the horn-less unicorns — but it was still healthily thick, and very large for his age. He was going to make many fillies, or stallions, very happy when he grew up, Sairai mused. But there was one filly he needed to make happy right now. But he didn’t know how to have sex! The thing he would be able to think of most was to ask someone to milk him. Or did he?
“Actaeon doesn’t have hands… he was using his legs to get his milk inside you. That’s… why he was on top of you, wasn’t it?” he asked quaveringly. “There’s not supposed to be a bucket…”
“Artan…” she gasped as she suddenly felt his lodged hand start to move again, slowly.
“Hallun didn’t want to give you his milk directly… and all of this…” He gazed over the scattered puddles of elk and centaur passion riddled around the house, “…was Actaeon’s milk.”
Sairai didn’t know what to say, so she just nodded. “Mmhmm…”
The young boy started quivering as his hand clenched and unclenched inside his sister’s winking vulva. His boyish curiosity mixing with his now teenaged excitement had him leaning against Sairai for support, his juddering breaths puffing across a cheek. “You were… you really liked what he was doing; you were making those same sounds… and you… still want more mi — …mmngh….”
Artan broke eye contact with Sairai as he whimpered with newly discovered desire, but she continued looking at him while his body seemed to mature right before her very eyes. She shuddered in virtually every emotion at the sight of his hindquarters ever so minutely bucking — instinctively making tiny thrusting motions without him even realizing it, as he lifted his head to look into her eyes once more. The two siblings stared each other down, both panting quietly and trembling, arousal silently ripping their composure apart at the seams.
“I… I think I get it now,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Do you want my milk, too?”
Sairai whined and bit her lower lip. This was going way too far. Her very own barked admonishment at Colfax was volleyed back at her: Artan is just a foal! He should be years away from even thinking about what he was thinking about, and especially not with his sister. But that rattling craving returned — that naughty thrill chilling her spine and warping her reasoning — it turned those words around yet again: Artan is just a foal. He’d figured out the basics, sure, but there was so much about sex that he didn’t know — the consequences, for one. If he was old enough to ejaculate, he would be a father as much as his two brothers, pumping life into his adolescent sibling. He wouldn’t have to know the truth, right? Sairai’s aching pussy made the decision for her. She’d previously hoped he’d just pour the bucket and forget the whole thing. But now…
Sairai shuddered, squeezing down around her brother’s arm. “Yes, Artan — please!” she said, trembling.
The young foal was still only half her height, but he moved with a strange precision as he pulled his arm free with a loud squelch! Sairai whinnied at the sudden emptiness she felt, her pussy squeezing down around nothing, now. Artan didn’t bother to move her yet, straddling her L-shaped body. He stood over her, his tail dangling between her legs. Sairai glanced up at her young brother, her stomach both roiling and fluttering over how she was picturing him. She gazed at his thick, pink cock, dangling just above her thick barrel. She wanted — needed — that thing inside of her, and he looked more than ready to oblige her.
“Artan…” she gasped, whimpered, pleaded; wiggling her hips down until her rump rested against the wall at about the right level for the foal. Sairai still couldn’t believe she was considering what she was considering! He was her baby brother!
Artan backed up until his rump was pressed against the wall, gazing down below him as he tried to line up his swinging tip with Sairai’s cum-drenched opening. His thick head bumped up against her twin teats, then her left thigh, then her teats again. He couldn’t lift himself high enough to do it! Sairai grabbed a nearby stool and slid it haphazardly across the floor to the boy. Panting too excitedly to huff a thanks, he pushed the stool up against the wall and lifted one hind hoof onto it. He picked himself up, watching his thick cock as it dangled now just a few inches from his sister’s proffered cunt.
“Like this, Sairai?” He whispered, as if they were in a crowd instead of all alone.
She quivered beneath him, her only reply to say, “Oh gods…”
Taking this as a yes, the foal lowered himself into her, his flat tip easily slurping into her cum-filled tunnel. He had only filled her a fourth of a foot before the former child belted out a high-pitched wail of pure euphoria, and in an uncontrolled spasm, kicked the stool away, landing with a loud thump! His weight drove his untested cock a full foot inside of her, in one swift fall penetrating his first horny filly, years before his friends would even consider it.
“Ahhhhhhnnn!” she cried, the pleasure that racked her young body fighting with the swarming guilt for what she was doing.
“Mmmmmmph!” Artan moaned, his small body shaking. Even with Sairai’s hindquarters pushed up against the wall, his front hooves only reached the middle of her ribcage. He collapsed forward, steadying himself with both hands on her barrel, groaning, “Ohhh, sweet almighty Chiraxion, that feels soooo good!”
The young filly bucked her hips up and down on her brother’s firm cock, squeezing and clenching him so hard that every inch he tried to shove inside of her made him grunt. He rocked his hips awkwardly, stuffing her deeper and deeper until he was hilted inside her, their hips and bellies rubbing tightly together. The thick, flat head of his underage cock trawled the rest of the cum inside her, pushing it heavily down, down to her waiting womb. By the time his cock pressed up against her cervix, she knew that almost all of Hallun and Colfax’s seed had gushed into her now-bloated belly.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me about this!?” the foal whinnied.
Despite his youth, Artan’s balls were still heavy and round, bouncing up against Sairai’s tailhole. Her hind hooves dangled in the air, kicking in tight little circles as the filly moaned, enjoying the way his abdomen pressed up against her swollen teats. “Harder!” she whined.
To get a good pump going, Artan had to slide his sister’s body further down the wall until her pussy was at the right height and angle. Once there, he immediately lost control to his hardwired instinct, rapidly pistoning his dick back and forth, squelching easily through her slick, cum-stained cunt. Sairai grabbed her breasts and rubbed them vigorously, hardly able to contain the sickening lust she felt for her youngest brother.
“Just wait till I tell the other boys about this!” he said, hammering forward.
Sairai’s next moan cut short, taking a deep breath and panting, “What? No, Artan, don’t —”
He cut her off with a well-placed thrust. “I have to tell them. They need to know how great this feels!”
“No, don’t! If anyone finds out we did this...brother and sister…” she trailed off, her disgust at what she was doing rather inconsistent with her desperate fondling as she shuddered and moaned under her claimant brother.
Artan’s pleasured noises constantly flipped between grunting like an adult and moaning like a filly, each thrust now pushing her further down the wall until she was sliding through the elk cum and full on her back. Luckily, he was short enough to stay inside, despite the new angle, but with all four hooves now on solid ground, he couldn’t even care less. Artan was furiously humping back and forth, stifles shaking as his young tail lifted behind him, starting to flag for the first time in his life.
“Haah, haaaah, nngh, ohhhh, nnf-nnf-nff, huff ; I promise I won’t tell them it was you…. unnh… But… aaannhh! Imagine how much they’ll thank me when they finally try it out with the girls!”
A powerful tremor roiled through Sairai’s entire body, from her equine hooves to her human breasts. She moaned, wondering if she’d created a monster. The thought of Artan, barely past the age of ten, galloping as fast as his youthful legs could carry him, to tell all of his similarly aged friends about an exciting new ‘secret game’ for them to play together, had sent heat rushing throughout her body, setting it alight. His friend telling her, her friend telling them, boy to girl, the curiosity spreading like wildfire…
Her fantasizing brain sparked near-lucid imagery — dozens of colts and fillies, so young the adults wouldn’t bother supervising, gathered without a care, in Hallun’s hideaway meadow glen: Hips in a constant rutting motion; Bodies soaked in sweat from exertion and, but limitlessly invigorated thanks to their youth; children effortlessly and casually switching partners, pairing off, or forming larger and larger groups. That shrouded field, bursting with endlessly lewd sounds: the wet and broken sounds of young lips hungrily smacking together while anxious tongues desperately sought out more pleasure receptors in their mouths, hooves thumping across the wet grass with the stallions scrambling onto their partners ecstatically — likely slipping in their eagerness… rapid hyperventilating pants and gasps of a pair of friends kickstarting their bond into lovers… whimpers and moans of overjoyed fillies infinitely overlapping the grunts and coos of burgeoning colts… and the deafening cacophony of slick, wet stallion cocks ramming and sluicing through trembling, winking vulvas — thick gouts of fluids splashing heatedly onto heavy, fertile balls, tensing under their full weight before releasing quarts and quar —
Sairai’s vision went white. Her brain short-circuited. And, aiding her much younger brother towards euphoria himself, she lost it. Her entire body convulsed, breaking down into uncontrollable spasming fits, her rump, flat on the floor, squeezing hard around Artan’s shaft. She squealed in triumph as pleasure engulfed her body, her own stick fluids spraying and squelching against his flaring cock. As her eyes rolled back in her head, she decided that if Artan were to teach all the local foals his new ‘mommy and daddy’ game — when it felt like this —she would undoubtedly let him.
If Artan thought it was fun before, now he was neighing into the air, ramming his swollen tip as deep within his sister’s rippling pussy, about a foot away from her cervix, and holding it there. He had no idea the impact of what he was about to do, he only knew how good and right it felt in that moment. As his tail was lashing up and down, exposing his virginal pulsing anus, he clenched his balls powerfully, and began to spray directly against Sairai’s inner opening, the young boy’s first seminal emissions draining into her distended womb. Sairai lifted her hips, taking it all in eagerly, the warmth already starting. With Kusa’s magic amplifying the sensations, and the afterglow settling into a soft warmth, she could feel her brother becoming a father as each heady splurt folded into her growing baby.
Sairai panted and groaned. She’d somehow done it — gotten all three males to donate to her foal, all in one day. But could their contributions really compete with Actaeon’s dozens of contributions that day alone? She knew now that her brothers — even with Artan’s newfound enthusiasm — could never keep up with the elk, even if she could get them coming back for more. She had to leave, if not to find her father’s farmhands, then at least to prevent any more temptation with the horny elk.
“Milk me!” Artan groaned, sending another heavy, bubbling gush of cum into her fertile womb. Sairai humped and clenched around him, her whole body quivering as she did just that.
The two melted, boneless and entwined, Artan was lying on her belly, panting and exhausted, his cock softening inside of her. “Gods, sis...that was great!” he moaned.
She reached forward to stroke her brother’s face, smiling tiredly. “It was. Thank you so much, my sweet little brother. I... I needed that. More than you know.”
The foal beamed, happier than he had ever been in his life. He was always eager to please his beloved sister.
* * * * *
The next morning, after about an hour of cleaning the house, Sairai left said childhood home only to see Artan galloping and waving his arms, calling for her animatedly and pointing off to the north. Heart thudding, the young filly raced out to meet him. She saw them — silhouettes in the distance of her returning herd!
“Thank the gods,” Sairai pleaded under her breath, trying desperately to forget the day before.
Artan said, “Where are the rest of them?” confused.
“Huh?” Sairai glanced at her brother, then looked back at the approaching group, taking a quick count. Now that they were getting closer, she could see clearly now that there were only fifteen figures in the distance. Fuck. Sighing, Sairai said, counting on her fingers, “It must be just the women. Mom and Arly are probably with them. The rest must be from the neighbors…” Sairai quickly tried to recall if there were any colts too inexperienced, or stallions too old to have gone out hunting, nearby. She crossed her fingers.
“Um...sis?” The voice was Colfax, as he plodded up behind them to stand by her side. Sairai groaned, not in any mood to deal with her middle brother. He continued, “Do you know why there are eight calves? I didn’t think we had any pregnant cows…”
“A gift,” she said, quickly, not taking her eyes off the approaching centaurs. “Long story.”
“Huh,” Colfax said, looking into the distance with her. “Maybe those weird elves were more a problem than I thought. Looks like Father sent the women home, too, and gathered the neighbors.”
Sairai felt a chill, remembering her own capture at the hands of the strange elves. The men had ridden unicorns with no horns, beasts just like the elk. They had passed her around for their sexual pleasure with disdain (save for one younger soul), but let her go afterwards. But there had been only three of them, not enough to cause her Father to rally the whole tribe.
As the centaurs got closer, Sairai winced to confirm that all of them were indeed female, with the exception of a few foals Artan’s age. She wasn’t about to whore herself out to all the boys in the area! Between her younger sister, Arlianne, and the neighbor’s daughters, there were four little girls, and joining Artan were three other boys. Sairai found herself paling at the exuberance in Artan’s steps toward the younger centaurs. Her fantasy of colts and fillies in a massive youthful orgy of sexual exploration may have sparked a paralyzing orgasm in her yesterday, but a clearer mind filled her with unease at what she had set in motion.
She was drawn out of her thoughts by one centaur galloping forward from the group. The filly looked a year younger than Sairai, about Colfax’s age, and she was running so fast her still modest breasts were bouncing nonetheless. She raised a hand and waved, calling out, “Colfax! Colfax!”
Her brother stayed put, smiling as the filly charged him. As she got near, he held out his arms, and before Sairai knew it, the two were in a tight embrace. Maybe he really did have a girlfriend. Sairai felt surprised, but more than anything… a strange twinge of jealousy.
“Colfax,” she said anxiously. “Something’s going on in the north, so the whole tribe is getting together. There are more — I swear people are coming from as far away at the Crag! We’re going to stay here for now while the men investigate these —”
“Strange elves,” he finished, nodding. “I saw them myself!”
“I’m just glad to see you again,” the young filly said. She stifled a giggle, under her breath: “I would’ve used them as an excuse if…” She finally noticed, glanced over at Sairai and said, “Who’s this?” suspiciously.
Sairai gave Colfax a look, but didn’t say anything just yet. She thought she recognized the girl from across the river. Her name was...Filaya? Felinra?
Glancing over at his sister, Colfax suddenly blushed bright red. Perhaps he was just now remembering what he’d done the day before with Sairai (and Mabel). This filly wouldn’t be likely to approve. He stammered unconvincingly and said, “She’s, uh...just my sister, is all. Um...Sairai, meet Flenira. She’s...uh...my girlfriend.”
Flenira wrinkled her brow at Sairai, pursing her lips. “Nice to meet you,” she said, but the words didn’t match her gaze one bit. She didn’t really suspect that Colfax had been messing around with his own sister, did she?
“A pleasure,” Sairai said. An irreverent thought sparked in her mind, and she decided to make Colfax squirm, as a little fun payback. Intentionally softening her voice to an airy lilt, Sairai cooed: “Colfax never told me about you. Had I known…” she trailed off, drifting her gaze toward her flushed brother expectantly. Colfax immediately went pale. She finished with “Let’s just say I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.”
“Didn’t mention me, huh?” Flenira said flatly, glaring at the young colt before turning back to her. “Are you two close?”
Sairai smirked a wide, knowing grin. “He’s been...growing on me.”
Colfax interrupted. “Uhh, c-come on, Flenira! Let’s go… find Hallun. He’ll want to know what’s — what’s happening. I know he’s around here somewhere...” He sputtered, attempting to flee the awkward trap his sister laid out for him.
Sairai wasn’t about to let the colt off that easily. She said, “Tell Hallun goodbye, for me.”
Losing his focus on escaping, he stopped to face her. “Huh? Are you going somewhere?” Colfax asked.
Sairai nodded. “I’m tired of sitting around here tending the elk. I’m old enough to fight. I’m going north to find Father and the others.” Of course, only two of those things were true. Now that there were centaurs here to watch over the elk and the rest of the farm, her post was officially relieved — meaning she could vacate the ranch, and not come back, until she got all she came for.
“Dad won’t like that,” Colfax said.
“He won’t have a choice.”
Colfax shrugged. “Do whatever you want.” He turned to leave, but Sairai couldn’t help twist the knife just a little more.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodbye?” She even tilted her head, ‘innocently’.
This got another nice blush from her brother. He just stammered and backed away, Flenira watching Sairai like a further and further suspicious hawk. She felt no sympathy for her wise-ass brother — besides, she wasn’t implying anything that didn’t actually happen. Let Flenira find out just how faithful her new boyfriend was!
She left her brothers to greet the herd, instead preparing her things once more for the trip that she had intended to take yesterday, up north. She greeted her younger sister Arlianne, or Arly, as she’d liked to be called, and her mother quickly, explaining that she was heading north to find her father. The matriarch tried to convince her otherwise, but no argument would work.
She told her she needed to help.
She’d said she was tired of simply sitting idly by, and needed to feel useful.
She argued with finality that she needed to prove herself a competent and brave defender of their home front, and that to accomplish it, she’d need to fight alongside all the males of the local tribes.
But as Sairai barreled straight ahead, heart hammering against her chest, her mother had no inkling of the real reason that she was heading them off:
She needed what was swinging between their legs.
Chapter 16: Part Sixteen
Summary:
Sairai has no choice.
The men still aren't coming. Which means, the men still aren't coming. She's going to have to come to them.
But her wary, newly formed rival (and Colfax's evidently secret girlfriend) is highly suspicious of Sairai's motives, and wants to come with her, utterly unaware of how terrible of an idea that truly is. It's not until it's too late that she discovers Sairai's true intentions...and her true purpose in life.
Chapter Text
"Where do you think you’re going?”
Sairai stopped in her tracks at the unexpected voice. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Flenira, also packed down with a bow, a quiver, and a few bags designed to wrap around her waist. The young centaur looked as ready to travel as Sairai.
"I told you,” Sairai replied. "I’m going to join the men. They’ll need all the help they can get.” That was a lie, of course. Though normally she’d gladly fight to protect her herd, she had other pressing issues to attend to. She could feel her belly growing, filled with the demonic spawn of a minotaur pack. Her foal was destined to have only four limbs and a taste for blood and rape — or would have, if the Gods themselves had not intervened on Sairai’s behalf.
The young woman could still hardly believe it. Kusa, a Goddess of Fertility, had blessed upon her a temporary boon of Her own divine magic. She had promised that even as her child was forming in the womb, her baby would be genetically changed and reformed by each and every coupling to be less and less a vicious minotaur, and more and more like each consort she was successful in mating with. Though her first day proved to be a bit of a setback, as she became… distracted by overindulgence with her first lover, an immense donation of fourteen matings’ worth of hot, thick, creamy feral elk seed was still progress away from that of a ruthless minotaur — if not in the direction that Sairai was striving for. Fortunately, she was able to turn the odds in her favor by finding males of the desired species later that day — the only members of the hunting party that returned home — her three brothers, two of which were younger than her, one of which was barely just a colt himself. Those romps with her brothers and Actaeon may have helped, but she wanted to be absolutely sure — she had less than a week now to find as many centaur stallions as she could.
Flenira narrowed her eyes. "I’m coming with you. I can fight just as well.”
"Are you sure you want to leave Colfax alone?” Colfax was a year younger than Sairai, and Flenira’s boyfriend, apparently. Sairai was surprised the obnoxious colt had managed to woo anyone, much less someone as attractive as Flenira. She belonged to a neighboring farm, though Sairai barely knew her. Flenira was born nearer to Sairai’s birthday than Colfax’s, and her long, blonde hair was tied in a braid that descended to the small of her back. Sairai was pleased to note that the girl’s breasts were smaller, though they were rather cutely perky.
"Your brothers will be able to protect the children and the livestock,” Flenira explained, though she gave Sairai a meaningful look. She seemed to think that something was going on between Sairai and Colfax. It made sense, as she was justified — not only was she right, but Sairai had been intentionally implying as much to make her asshole brother squirm.
"I just thought you might want some time with Colfax to yourself. He seemed really… pent up. At least he did yesterday,” Sairai replied impishly, her short hair bouncing as she glanced out of the corner of her eye to see Flenira’s reaction.
The filly turned to her and glared, stiff as a board. "I have questions for you. I mean, I should get to know my boyfriend’s sister, right? Especially since you two seem so… close.”
Sairai’s expression immediately radiated to a saccharine sweet to gather her favor, eager to watch her brother unravel at the seams. "Well, if you want to come, I won’t stop you!” When Colfax would eventually learn the two girls were out alone, he’d be horrified. Sairai wasn’t sure if she’d tell Flenira the whole truth (minus the divine intervention of course) or not. Honestly, the girl could do a lot better than Colfax. Without another word, Sairai kicked off, building quickly to a trot.
Flenira was right behind her. For a while, they ran single file, heading quickly to the north. Rob’air’s Crag was about three hours hard travel north, and if her father was anywhere, it would likely be there. The narrow canyon was strategically powerful for those with fewer numbers, and if the numbers Hallun and Colfax were talking about were true, the dull-eared elves were going to be arriving by the dozens.
After an hour, Sairai slowed to a stop, and Flenira joined her. Their bodies were covered in sweat, but there was still a long way to go, and no sign of the herd. Sairai said, "Stay alert...” gasping for breath.
They’d stopped on the open plains, the nearest trees a thousand yards to the east, but the hills and mountains were getting nearer and the field was pock-marked by massive, pointed boulders. Soon these outcroppings would coalesce into what became the Crag, but for now the girls were in the open.
Flenira was wheezing, already having travelled quite a long distance that day. "If the elves stay on their… current path… they should already… be out of our lands. The men should be heading south any minute. We could just... wait here for them.”
"You don’t know that. We have to keep moving — I’m running out of time.”
"What?” Flenira asked, looking Sairai over.
Sairai took a deep breath to buy herself some oxygen, and the time to formulate a convincing answer. "I… need to consult with Saldrin,” she said finally. The herd’s shaman, he was also a mage, whom bestowed several young centaurs with his wise teaching, Sairai included. The suspicious filly certainly didn’t need to know that she had heavily ‘consulted’ with him… and his daughter… and her fiancé… already. But Sairai’s reasoning could hopefully hold merit to her urgency.
"He’s not with the herd...” Flenira replied.
Of course, Sairai was well aware of that fact. Saldrin was the one who had rescued her from the minotaurs not three days ago, before her stay at his homestead. But Flenira didn’t know that. "Oh? Well, perhaps my father sent for him.”
"Why do you need to see him?”
A few more stilted gasps of breath, another moment to prepare. Sairai looked the girl in the eye and dead-panned, "I’ve been doing something a bit...taboo, and I need to ask his advice.”
One flash of Flenira’s eyes showed that Sairai had hit her mark. The girl surely suspected that Colfax had been ‘dabbling’ with his sister. Before, the mere thought of such a thing, especially relating to that little snot, would have sent Sairai blushing. But considering the week she’d just had, she wasn’t sure she’d ever blush again.
Plus, it was true. She’d raised her tail for the colt, and he’d barely hesitated. Flenira deserved to know the truth.
"...What thing?” the filly asked, her hooves mincing.
Maybe she should just admit it. "Flenira... I think —”
Flenira’s eyes were fixed on Sairai’s, but the filly’s sentence ended abruptly with one word: run.
Flenira glanced over her shoulder to see what had spooked her rival. From the distant trees emerged shambling shapes that could only be the enemy ‘elves’. The men were riding their hornless unicorns, clad in shining garb with shields raised. Each horse also bore frontal armor. If the centaurs had not spent the last hour running, their head start would have been sufficient, but these beasts seemed fresh. Flenira whinnied and kicked off, following behind Sairai who had already fled.
"Run, and don’t stop running!” Sairai gasped. She’d had a run-in with the humans before, and though they’d let her go eventually, she knew the decision had been contested. If she and Flenira were captured now, she doubted things would go so easily the second time around.
"They’re gaining!” the girl cried.
"We have to split up! They can’t chase us both!”
Flenira said, "You go north, I’ll go south...”
Sairai glanced over her shoulder. The men were indeed gradually closing the distance, despite the strain they must be putting on their warhorses. The beasts were huge, though, and probably barely noticed their riders. "No! You lead them to our farm. Keep west — go!”
With that, the two girls abruptly broke in adjacent directions, briefly catching the humans off guard. Legs pounding against the arid ground, Sairai galloped behind a rock, momentarily losing sight of her pursuers. Perhaps if she darted through the stones, she could lose them! She could only hope that Flenira came to the same conclusion. There was no way a single bow would have any effect on the armed and armored.
Before she could find a new outcropping to dart behind, her current one faded into the grass, and Sairai could see them. They’d split, half and half, and now she could see how hopeless their situation was. Even with half the horses giving chase, there were ten riders bearing down on her. There weren’t enough places to run or to hide, and her legs were already sore and sweaty. Unless she managed to run across her father and the other centaurs, she was caught — or dead.
The humans had bows of their own, and were drawing within range. When Sairai saw three of the men nock an arrow, she knew better than to press her luck. Clenching her eyes shut, she slowed to a stop, her chest heaving. She threw her weapon and quiver to the ground, her hands open and empty.
They didn’t shoot. Instead, the ten men slowed to stop in a circle around her, bows still drawn. Sairai wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or saddened. This was the worst outcome imaginable! Now she was a captive, and the centaur balls she so desperately needed to milk were out of her reach. At least if the men had killed her, she wouldn’t have to bear giving birth to an evil monster of pure destruction. If she were still a captive when the time came to give birth, would they kill him? Would she want that? The beast growing inside of her may have possibly been an irredeemable monster, or a pained hybrid, but it was still her son. Tears streamed down her face and thousands of horrible outcomes ran through her mind.
Two men dismounted, and she made no sudden moves. They jogged up to her, one thwacking her front legs until she knelt, while the other grabbed her hands, tying them together behind her back with coarse rope. The binding ended with a long lead, which was given to the man who could only be the group’s leader.
He spoke some rough words that Sairai couldn’t understand. As before, the men seemed to know only their own language, and not either Centaur or Elvish. She only felt more alone — how could she reason or bargain with them if they couldn’t even understand her words?
Flenira hadn’t figured it out yet, judging by the flurry of angry, strained words approaching from her right through the trees. "Let me go! Where are you taking me? What are you doing?”
She was led into view by the men who had captured her, her own arms bound in the same way. She took one glance at Sairai and her eyes fell. "You, too?” she said.
Sairai didn’t bother replying, hanging her head sorrowfully. She knew as well as her companion did that no one would know where they were... only that they were missing. They might well assume the humans had something to do with their disappearance, but what could they do? As much as Sairai’s father loved her, he would never risk the entire clan trying to blindly attack the larger force, not even knowing where she was.
The two centauress teenagers were hopelessly adrift in the direst situation of their young, possibly short lives. And once the finality of it all dawned on her for the first time, Flenira joined Sairai in her tears.
* * * * *
The two were led, side-by-side, through the forest. Ahead, the two men who must be first and second in command rode their horses, the lead rope tied tightly to their saddles to prevent any chance of escape. The trees fell behind them, but instead of the liberating feeling of galloping through the woods, Flenira felt like even the familiar oak trees were distorted and alien, almost a blur when she glanced at them. Flenira automatically matched pace with the horse in front of her, suspecting that if she lagged behind, they might just drag her.
She glanced over at Sairai, whose face was neutral, distant, hard to read. This was in great contrast to Flenira, with her eyes still wet, and face flushed red from sobbing. "Hey,” Sairai whispered to her. "I’ve been captured by these men before, and they let me go.”
The young filly’s eyes widened. "Really? What happened?”
Sairai had to pause and choose her words, considering the ‘activities’ she participated in between them and their mounts throughout the night between those events. She said, "I guess they decided I wasn’t a threat.” It didn’t sound like a lie, but Flenira could tell she was hiding something.
"But what if they’ve seen the herd? There are a lot of us! They won’t just let us go and warn them...” she was obviously on the verge of tears again.
She had a point, though. "We don’t know that. Just stay firm, run on, and trust in Chiraxion that everything will be okay.” Flenira took those words with a grain of salt — she’d never really believe in the Gods — even if they did exist, they rarely bothered with trifling matters. Still, she felt just a little bit better.
When they emerged from the forest, however, everything changed.
The trees fell away to a large grassland, but they could barely see any grass that hadn’t been tromped down or rolled over. The entire space was covered in the odd elves. They seemed to rely on wood more than the centaur, with hundreds of wagons and carts, and even some bizarre devices that looked like tree trunks with big bowls at the end. Any worry that the humans would view a couple dozen centaur as a serious threat vanished. There must be over a thousand men!
Perhaps the trio who had captured Sairai before were just an advance scouting reconnaissance. This group seemed like a war party to end all wars. Where could they possibly be headed that would require such a display of force? Flenira glanced across the field, noticing dozens of little creatures that looked like smaller, softer wolves, hundreds of bizarrely colored, hornless unicorns, giant grey beasts that stood twice as tall as the largest centaur that seemed to have tails at both ends, and huge boars that were also saddled and ridden. These people must be master tamers — or perhaps their mages were strong in compulsion.
"Oh, gods...” Flenira gasped, as the two fillies were led into the heart of the camp. There was no hope of rescue now, and Sairai’s confidence of the bipeds letting them go was shrinking with every step toward the center. Everyone in the camp seemed to be curious about the new captives — not their petrified faces, however. Their gazes all seemed to hover a foot or two lower.
Finally, they reached a large, cloth structure, a big, red tent at the very center of the camp that could only be where their leader resided. The men leading them dismounted, but their demeanor changed dramatically. Their own confidence seemed to melt away, and they removed their helmets, holding them tightly to their chests, before pausing at the entrance to the tent. Meanwhile, their subordinates took the girls’ leads and tied them tightly to a wooden post that stood buried in the ground. She could have untied the rope in seconds, had her hands not been fastened so tightly behind her back.
Flenira asked, "What do -”
She was cut off with a yelp! by one of the men nearby, who smacked her with a small wooden switch across the arm. Flenira knew better than to speak again, her lower lip trembling.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, a man emerged from the tent wearing bright red robes. He stared at the two centauress, then just shrugged. Shrugged! Flenira felt a swell of hope that this was a good sign, but when the man waved his arm and reentered the tent, the man who had caught them looked at the two teens. He spoke several guttural sounds at the second in command, and soon the two girls were untied and being led further into the camp...away from their home.
"Sairai...” Flenira said, her voice shaking.
Luckily, the man that had switched her hadn’t heard, but there wasn’t much the girl could think to say. Sairai didn’t respond either.
For a while, the two men argued, as if they weren’t sure exactly what to do with their captives. A quick glance showed Flenira that these men were set up for marching. The tents were hastily constructed, the grass only started to become trodden. They wouldn’t have a kennel or prison set up. Finally, they seemed to settle on a location: rows and rows of the brown and red unicorns.
Each creature was tied to posts in the ground, many of them carrying bags not unlike the centaur. Some wore the curved cloth that served as seats for the men, but Flenira had never heard of a unicorn who would submit to such a thing. One glance at their dull, brown eyes told Flenira that these horses were just animals, as much as the elk, though their lower half looked exactly like a centaur. Could there...be a relation? It certainly wasn’t unheard of for creatures to be crosses of animals, but Flenira had always assumed that centaur were more closely related to unicorns than anything else. Perhaps this dumb creature was a cross between centaur and unicorns?
Once again, the two women were tied to a free post, but this time the knots were fastened securely. Without their hands, the girls would be stuck, even if they were left unsupervised. Which they were, immediately. Satisfied with their work, the two men rode off to obviously more important business, leaving Sairai and Flenira to stew with the horses.
"What do we do?” Flenira asked.
"We wait.”
"But what if they -”
"Sometimes,” Sairai interrupted, "we can’t control our fates. The sooner you learn that, the better. I don’t know what is going to happen to us, but... we have no choice but to face it, together.”
Flenira wasn’t satisfied. "Perhaps we could try to bust these ropes? I think I could try stepping on one...”
Sairai shook her short, blonde hair, lowering her voice into a harsh whisper. "And then what? Run through the entire camp? Hope no one sees? If we try to escape too early, they’ll only watch us more closely — assuming they don’t kill us on the spot. Better to behave — do whatever they want, and we’ll get out of this alive.”
Flenira stamped her foot. "Fine...”
Waiting was boring, but at least the tedium dulled the young girl’s fear. She almost fell asleep to the grunts and snorts of the nearby horses. But despite Sairai’s words, the older centaur seemed restless, mincing in place.
"I don’t have time for this...” Sairai whined.
Flenira blinked. Who ‘had time’ to be kidnapped? "Wha -?”
"You, uh..., wouldn’t understand.”
Was this related to her quest to find Saldrin? Did the shaman have a spell she needed? Flenira narrowed her eyes. Something wasn’t right. Perhaps the filly really had been playing around with Colfax. Maybe Saldrin knew a way to prevent an incestuous pregnancy? Could that little wretch really have cheated on Flenira with his own sister!?
"Try me,” Flenira said, dryly.
"It’s really none of your business,” Sairai quipped.
That shut down the conversation pretty well. Flenira waited impatiently, swishing her tail back and forth to swat away flies. There seemed to be an army of flies to follow the army of men, feasting on the sweaty, dumb horses.
She almost fell asleep again, when her eye caught Sairai moving in a short circle. She watched quietly, not wanting to alert the other woman that she was watching. As Flenira watched, Sairai reached the end of her rope, pulling it taut. She was facing the post still, shuffling her rump until she was almost brushing up against the nearest horse, a big, red stallion that seemed more interested in the grain dispenser in front of him than in Sairai.
That is, until Sairai brushed her rump up against him and raised her tail.
"What are you doing!?” Flenira hissed, unable to hold her tongue any longer.
Sairai’s eyes went wide. "I didn’t know you were awake.”
"Well, I am. What are you doing!?”
Sairai glanced back at the horse, who snorted and looked over at the filly. She said, "I can’t really explain.”
While Sairai could barely reach the horse to her left, Flenira was practically side-by-side with the stallion to her right. The large, sweaty beast was entirely unpleasant to the centaur, though sometimes his rough tail swatted one of the flies that buzzed around her flanks. But if Flenira didn’t know better, she could have sworn that Sairai was trying to entice the animal! Sure, she’d heard jokes about centaurs getting a bit too friendly with the elk, but this was hardly the time or the place!
Flenira sniped, "Well, don’t explain it! Just stop!”
"I can’t. I already told you, I’m running out of time...”
Flenira wrinkled her brow. That didn’t make any sense whatsoever, and now she was confused about everything. Was the taboo that she’d been talking about earlier about Colfax, or the elk? What could Saldrin do about any of it? Why would flirting with a horse help any situation at all?
Flenira was drawn out of her confusion when Sairai’s eyes popped wide open, and she let out a wavering gasp. Sure enough, after shoving her rump in the horse’s face, the beast pushed his snout beneath her tail. The younger centaur could hardly bring herself to watch such a dirty display, but watch she did. The stallion’s nostrils flared as he scented the filly, and after a first whiff, he stepped closer until his rope was taut, sniffing again.
Sairai, for her part, stood her ground, unabashed at what was happening. She spread her hind legs wide, her tail hiked to the side. "Sairai, stop!” Flenira gasped, but her words had no effect. The red stallion lifted his head, Flehmening shakily, his upper lip curled, snuffling in and out. Something about the way Sairai smelled seemed to sit really well with him. Really well, Flenira noticed, as his large, pink cock began to swell free of his sheath.
"If this is some sort of weird escape plan, it is not very effective!” Flenira snapped.
What if...Sairai was in heat? Flenira knew that animals often used scent to communicate, though she’d always assumed that centaurs were above such primitive methods. Perhaps she just couldn’t smell as well. The stallion certainly reacted the way a bull elk would upon scenting a cow in season. Sairai said nothing, breathing heavily even as the huge beast leapt onto her back.
Or tried to.
The rope snapped taut, yanking him back, and he fell to the ground, only to try again, grunting and snorting in frustration. Flenira watched curiously — maybe she really was trying some sort of escape? Cause a distraction?
"Damn it,” Sairai grumbled, glancing back at the large male.
Her scent, whatever it was, was strong enough to waft through the line of mostly male horses. The snorts and grunts were growing louder as other interested stallions lifted their heads. Even the one to Flenira’s right.
"Um...Sairai...” Flenira began, looking over at the big, black stud that was now struggling against his ropes and sniffing at the young, blonde centaur’s foreleg. "Please stop — I think this one is getting ideas...”
Instead of listening, Flenira’s jaw dropped as she watched Sairai lift a hind leg, looking over her shoulder for the precise aim, and sent a hoof flying into the rope that bound her big red. She missed, but kicked again, fraying the rope. "Have you gone mad!?” the young filly shouted.
Sairai said, "I’m sorry,” before kicking again, leaving the rope barely constrained. "I wish there were another way, but I need to do this.”
As if sensing the weakness in his bonds, the red stallion tried again, and this time the rope snapped! He didn’t cause the commotion Flenira had hoped for, running free panic into destruction. No, there was only one thing on the horse’s mind. He promptly rushed into position and mounted Sairai right in front of Flenira, a perfect side view of the two. Sairai only seemed pleased by the change of affairs, even though she was looking down the barrel of a four-inch wide, two-foot-long cannon aimed right beneath her tail.
"Sairai, you can’t mean to -”
Flenira was cut off. Whether the older centaur meant to or not, the stallion had ideas of his own. His cock swelled upward, flat tip resting neatly in the groove in her pelvis. Sairai, hands still bound behind her back, could only dig her hooves in and brace herself as the male leapt forward, slamming his cock straight into her pink teardrop. Flenira had never mated before, never even seen mating, and now she was watching a dumb animal claim her boyfriend’s willing sister!
Her eyes fixated on the huge cock reaming Sairai, barely able to process the grunts and groans that now filled the air. He pistoned in and out of her, spreading the filly’s vulva into a huge, distended ‘o’. Crimson’s two foot shaft sank home, the stallion’s enormous balls swinging back and forth as he drilled her. Sairai shuddered beneath him, bucking backward against him. He didn’t seem impressed by her efforts, clicking his teeth around her hair and tugging backwards. Sairai didn’t protest, she just arched her back and moaned into the air.
Flenira was speechless — and distracted. She didn’t notice Ebony to her right was shifting around, sniffing along her barrel as he worked his way back. At least, she didn’t notice until she felt a gush of hot air beneath her tail! Gasping, Flenira said, "Hey!” That didn’t dissuade the stallion from sniffing again, even as she batted him with her tail.
"That’s Sairai you’re smelling!” she explained.
But when he pressed his nostrils right up against her own pink folds, he pulled up and flared his lip in exactly the same way. Right from the source, and his black cock was already growing. Could she...was she...in heat!? Suddenly her earlier fears seemed much more real. What sort of chain reaction had Sairai started? Flenira swiveled away from the beast, but he was tied with a longer rope, and tied close. He had no difficulty following her.
Snorting, Flenira kicked. She smacked the black stallion a glancing blow along the neck and came away with blood — a narrow scratch, but she didn’t deter the stallion one bit. "Get away from me!” she screamed.
"Just... give in...” Sairai moaned, bucking up and down, almost too quiet to be heard over the wet squelches and schlurps of the Red’s cock. A glance showed Flenira that that huge, pink thing was coated in juices, and some was a glossy white that could only be one thing.
Flenira’s jaw dropped. This never would have happened if Sairai hadn’t been a grunting little slut! She kicked again, but her black stallion ducked his head, stepping to the side. He was right behind her now, and she frantically dropped her hoof to stabilize for another kick.
She was too late.
With a whinny, the Ebony was on her rump, wrapping his hooves around her hips. She tried to kick, but he was too close to get any real force. She wanted to turn around and punch at his head and face, but her hands were just as tied as Sairai’s. She squirmed forward, but his powerful legs pulled her back, pinning her beneath his huge weight. "Sairai, help!” she yelped, as an instinctive, last-ditch effort. She could already feel the heat of his black dick radiating against her virgin vulva.
A sad look of pity flashed between pleasant grimaces shifting the older centaur’s face as she simply said, "I’m sorry...”
It struck the young girl that this was really going to happen and there was nothing she could do. The huge animal snorted and stomped his feet as he repositioned himself, swinging his cock upward in search of her pussy. He would find it sooner or later.
Her tail was her last line of flimsy defense, but parted easily when his fat tip finally nestled neatly in the depression of her maiden hole. This morning had seemed so bright, arriving at Colfax’s farm with the other women, a chance to spend some real quality time with her boyfriend. She had had no idea that in just a few hours, she would be tied up helplessly beneath a horny stallion.
Whimpering, she gasped, "Colfax was supposed to be my first...”
"This...probably isn’t the best time to tell you this…” Sairai panted, her large, sweaty breasts heaving up and down. "…but you weren’t his first.”
Flenira’s eyes widened more than they’d ever before. She really had been sleeping with her brother! But her eyes broke that record immediately.
Schhllck!!
"Aaaaah!” she screamed, her virginity gone in one, vicious jab. The beast just snorted, ramming himself home in his unwilling filly. He felt like a tree-trunk in her untried cunt, and her knees buckled, inadvertently spreading her legs apart to ease the intense pressure. Sharp hooves dug into her belly, scratching against her nubile teats, every muscle in her lower half trembling from his immense weight.
The onslaught didn’t slow. Inch after inch, he sunk into her, stretching her to her limits, until with a thud, his flat tip smacked against her womb. She could feel his heavy balls swing forward, slapping against her teats. It was all she could do to simply stay standing with his violent intruder holding her firmly in just the best way for the stallion to abuse her.
Flenira yelled out a groan of pain, the strokes to her walls brutally showing no mercy, when she looked over and whined in disbelief. Sairai was whinnying, now, managing to gasp, "Harder! Don’t stop now!” to her Crimson. She almost seemed accustomed to being bound and raped, like this was just another walk through the woods. While Flenira’s pussy ached and bruised from the black stallion’s swollen cock, Sairai just planted her hooves and took it all, the pink monster sliding smoothly in and out of her.
Taking a cue from the Crimson, Flenira’s stallion lunged forward and bit, grabbing a majority of the rope bounding her wrists together instead. Flenira squealed at the sudden pain of his strong, flat teeth grinding against her exposed skin, but that was nothing compared to the next, heavy thrusts. He seemed almost determined to penetrate her womb! Tugging back so hard that her arms felt like they might break, her black dug in his hooves and pounded forward. This time, Flenira couldn’t hold her ground, and she was shoved forward a foot. And another foot. And more, by the sheer force of his thrust.
"Ow! Ahh! Hey!” she gasped, but the stallion cared exactly as little as before. Soon, she was smashed forcefully against the wooden post, her broad, equine shoulders straining against the wood. With Flenira pinned there, the huge stud began to really have his way with her.
Sairai’s demeanor was another matter entirely. She was certainly enjoying herself, as evidenced by the slick, white spunk that dribbled out of her with each backward tug, greasing the red stallion’s cock. Neighing loudly, Sairai gasped, "Nngh, that’s it! Good, big stallion; good boy — fill me with your foals!”
Flenira whimpered. Was that even possible? If she were in heat, was she about to get a rich dose of fertile horse seed? It was one thing to lose her purity to a mere animal, but he looked so much like a centaur — what if he claimed her womb? She fixated on him now, lower lip trembling as she swore she could feel his slime spewing into her, preparing for the final, irrevocable moment. Each powerful pump she feared would be his last. Her only hope was that one of the men in the camp noticed and put a stop to this.
Sure enough, the commotion was finally starting to draw some curious eyes, as men started to gather around. But rather than save either of them, they simply laughed — clear and obvious, even through the language barrier. Flenira’s pale face was beet red as the men jeered and cheered the two stallions on.
No one is going to stop this, she realized, grunting and whining at another heavy thrust. She glanced sadly over at Sairai, moaning and panting more encouragements to the Crimson horse above her; nearly all of them involving breeding. If Sairai was planning to get pregnant with these animals — if she could get pregnant with them — the same fate would certainly befall her, wouldn’t it? She frantically tried to remember if what she was taught was correct, if centaur could only breed with other centaur… but these foaming, sweat covered brutes were already in their image, to a degree! Could it really happen this way? Had it always?? It would be any moment now, the flood incipient as the big, black stallion turned his filly into his personal broodmare. She felt his cumbersome balls tensing in the brief moments where they squished up against her. Her arms ached so much that they’d gone numb, the only sensation now his throbbing staff stretching her aching passageway apart.
Sairai whinnied, and gasped, "Oh yes! Yes!! He’s flaring!”
For a moment, all eyes were on Sairai, including the nearby platoon of men and Flenira herself. Grinding himself deep, Crimson let out a triumphant bugle that rang throughout the camp, his balls audibly churning as a flood of boiling, sticky cum drained into the apparently eager filly. Sairai dropped her jaw and squealed, pumping her hips up and down as she was bred, and Flenira had every reason to believe the seed would take — unless Colfax had reached her eggs first...
The heavy pumping never stopped, thick, heavy creamy ejaculate spilling out of her on the ground beneath them, the excess of what wouldn’t fit in the centaur’s womb. Flenira counted the thrusts until she would be in the same boat. One...two...three.
Now all eyes were on her.
She felt Ebony swell inside of her, pushing her inner folds so far they felt like they were tearing, forming a tight, wet seal with his tip pressed firmly up against her waiting womb. His heated balls bounced and jiggled against her teats as she felt them clench, and the first stream of burning cum began to splatter her innermost wall. Her black didn’t even bother to whinny, just grunting as he plugged the young filly, quickly filling the small cavity between his tip and her cervix. Flenira gasped as the pressure inside her began to build, and build, until she felt like she was about to explode from the inside, but her womb gave way, and the flood gates were down. The next powerful gush of cum pushed everything straight into her waiting, virgin womb.
Crimson was already pulling off of Sairai, who took a few, casual steps forward before lifting her tail to get it out of the way. Flenira whimpered in shock as a huge waterfall of cum splashed out of Sairai, draining slowly on the ground.
Flenira felt her womb starting to bloat, and soon, she was round and full. Like Sairai, there was just too much seed, and she moaned as a huge splatter of cum launched out of her, spraying the black’s thighs white. He was too busy to notice or care, snorting and grinding his flared tip against her cum-stained cervix. Only when he was well finished with his filly did he back off, his wide tip dragging painfully backward through her aching pussy. He popped free, and like Sairai, a huge glob of half-congealed horse seed began to pour out of Flenira. She was too shell-shocked to lift her tail, though, which was now thoroughly coated in the gunk. Cum drained down her inner thighs, pooling around her rear hooves.
The black stallion, for his part, went right back to eating grain.
Flenira was panting, red, sweaty and exhausted, every part of her aching. But when she glanced over at Sairai, the blonde filly was shoving her rump toward the next stallion over. She couldn’t even reach him, but one of the men watching laughed and ‘kindly’ undid her bindings. Hands free, Sairai made no attempt to escape — this wasn’t some sort of long term plan — but instead marched straight over to the next stallion, lowering herself to the ground beneath him to cup his pliable sheath in her hands. The men watched and laughed, but Sairai literally dove in, planting her mouth on his tip. This stallion, a blue roan, snorted and hardened in her grasp.
Flenira’s mind boggled. What is she doing!? She could barely stand, but Sairai was already moving on to the next horse. If those men expected her to do the same, they had another thing coming.
And they did — already, one of them had untied a nearby palomino, even bigger than the black. The stallion snorted, smelling a mare in heat, but Flenira quickly spun away from him. Even speaking a different language, the men could tell that she was not interested.
Not that that stopped them. While Sairai had drawn her own crowd, several of the men had rather taken to Flenira. The next time she swiveled away, one of the men was waiting. Where they had freed Sairai’s hands, with Flenira, they clipped a wooden post that bound her hind legs together. A quick knot later, and the young centaur’s tail was tugged up, fastened to the rope that bound her hands. She tried to kick with her front leg, but she missed miserably, and another man caught it, pinning it so that it was trapped curled up against her chest. Another rope went from her foreleg to her tail, so that if she moved a muscle, even an inch, the ropes began to tug and burn at her skin.
The palomino found this all quite appetizing. Unable to stop him in any way, Flenira trembled and screamed as the spotted horse climbed aboard. With a loud neigh, he shoved into her dripping cunt, stretching her even wider than before. She’d already lost her virginity and her young womb to a slavering packbeast, and something told her that number two wouldn’t be her last.
As the men cheered and the stallion pumped, all Flenira could think was, "By the gods, this night is never going to end.”
She should have been more concerned with tomorrow, and the next day, and the next...
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