A seemingly endless, verdant wilderness stretched out wherever one looked. Greenish-blue eyes surveyed their surroundings, the woman's ashen white face topped by a thick, wild, and wavy ponytail bound up high on her head, her expression drawn to match lips pursed in a thin line. Her torso went unclad, save for a strap that attached a quiver of feathered arrows, her lithe muscles toned, her heavy breasts bared and swathed in war paint to matched the marks on her cheeks. Goosebumps dotted her supple skin, her wide, soft pink nipples stiff under a draft and a miasma that swirled about her.
Her taut stomach terminated in the start of her horse portion, the female centaur's massive, shapely behind modestly concealed by a wavy white tail to match her mane. She crouched within the dew-speckled thickets beneath the dawn's sun that peeked out, and waited for potential prey.
Patience wasn't a virtue that came naturally to Chezka, but instead one she'd been forced to learn since the centaur ended up indoctrinated into the Amazon tribe. Most females were taken in their early years, and at first she'd stubbornly resisted entry into their order, but finally relented in order to survive.
Survival. It was all she had now. That, and her Amazon sisterhood, who she hunted for. No doubt that was one reason they chose her to be one of their huntresses...that and to teach her discipline.
The occasional bird wheeled by. She drew her bow taut, eye locked on her target...then relaxed her aim. No. She desired something heavier, a worthy prize to bring home and win the tribe's favor.
Minutes turned to hours when she crept in. A hare hopped through the bushes. Again, she stayed her hand and all but silently trotted forward. Only a proper feast would do for her Amazon sisters!
Throughout the sea of trees she wandered, camouflaged in the shrubbery when she clambered up a hill and trotted into a crouched state. Her eyes drifted to a clearing ahead, then widened at what she saw. Below walked a herd of ponies, and more oddly, they came in a rainbow variety of colors.
“What the...” She hushed her whisper and shook her head.
A number of stallions and a lone mare were below. The female in the lead swayed her flank and tail to entice the stallions that trailed her, her purple flanks well-sculpted, her puckered asshole blatantly displayed. Beneath her exit hole, puffy lips of her pussy wetly winked a trail of her arousal.
The unicorn mare shot a come-hither look over her shoulder with a whip of her dark, multicolored mane. With a smile, she broke into a sprint...and the stallions raced after her. Chezka realized the unicorn tested the stallions, to see which one wore out quickest, and the fastest would claim her first.
They chased the mare around the wilderness, while she ran in circles, muscles taut and strained, lined in a thin sheen of sweat below her fur. The males panted and pursued her in a stampede of hoofbeats.
One pounced. She deftly dodged. Another tried to cut her off. She turned tail, her stride unbroken. But the last stallion took advantage of the opportunity when she was forced to momentarily slow, for a split-second, when the white unicorn with a blue mane tackled and pinned the mare in a cloud of dust.
His front hooves kept his prize pinned. With a knicker of triumph he reared up, mounted her. His thick, vein-lined penis slapped between her purple, rounded buttocks, and he poked and prodded at her lower orifices until finally, he found her warm, moist pussy and in one thrust buried balls deep in her tunnel.
There was no romance in nature. Onlya need to breed. To dominate, claim, and pass on his seed.
Mixed emotions of disgust and acceptance washed over Chezka while she witnessed the stallion lay claim to his mare. The mare's buttocks clapped and rippled under each brutish thrust, the stallion's nostrils flared when he kept his weight settled on her back so she had little hope of escape. Rather than wait their turn, the other pair of stallions slumped and retreated from the scene as they mated.
Cheza thought the idea of horsemeat was distasteful, no doubt due to her own physiology, but she knew many of her Amazon sisters wouldn't hold such qualms, and they needed to eat. Plus, she could win this test in mere moments! Carefully, she took aim, tensed her taut muscles and drew a notched arrow back in her bow, determined that with a precise shot she could end stallion and mare in the midst of a tryst...
A weight so heavy it almost made her knees buckle settled onto her own back. She misfired her arrow, which sailed harmlessly over the heads of the couple below, and her head spun with her teeth clenched in a snarl beneath pursed lips. “Who dares...?” The largest, red stallion she'd seen earlier had mounted her, and she felt his dense, flared tip probe at her buttocks in a desperate attempt to sink into her.
Her bow slipped from her arms, her strap ripped and quiver tossed aside with ease.
She was strong enough to pulverize a tree with her hooves, but she could hardly find much leverage in her position, nor could she compete with his supernatural earth pony strength, not that she was aware of that or that he was a titan even among his kind. “Get...off me!” She attempted to buck him off, which only drove him to buck his hips harder, his slimy tip repeatedly brushed across her perineum.
Her body responded despite how she felt. She was forced to breathe in his musk on the wind. Winked as her clitoris swelled, each quiver of her pussy left to unleash a dollop of her lustful lube.
Finally, her eyes widened when he struck home, and his horsecock sank into her horsepussy with a lewd squelch. Gritted teeth hissed out a moan, as she almost came on the spot. Not that he gave her a chance to adjust, as he took her fast and rough, with no concern for anything but a fertile vessel to dump his seed in. He pounded on her cervix, made her wince as the battering ram pulverized her pussy, until he inevitably spread her innermost barrier and buried his impossibly sizable cock in her womb.
Each stroke impacted her slippery uterus walls. Made her squeal in sadomasochistic pain-and-pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever felt. And all the while, the ponies below continued to mindlessly fuck.
While she blushed and huffed as he bred her, her eyes momentarily crossed when he drove a messy, squirting orgasm from her cunt that washed over his groin, she almost missed the thrid stallion that rounded to meet her front. This one a bit smaller and thinner than the other two, but still well-built.
“Go away,” she snarled, as horsecock continued to piston in-and-out of her, and her horsepussy winked, spat more lust nectar on the dominant stallion, and forced multiple climaxes from her pink depths. The third stallion took a moment to sniff her, licked her face which made her head turn aside, and then licked lower, where he found her heavy, bare breasts and started to lap at her wide, erect nipples.
He took one of her tits into his maw. Nibbled and suckled on it in an almost sensuous manner, unlike what she'd expect from some mere animal. She shuddered and moaned louder as he teased her titties.
“St-stop,” she whined, and clenched, another release driven from her heated core. But they continued to make use of her, as the third stallion would routinely switch between supple tits to suckle and nip.
Apparently bored with the 'foreplay', the third stallion circled to her backside. He tried to hip check the red one aside, who pushed back while he continued to fuck her hard and deep, and the stallions butted heads with a snort in competition to claim their mare. Eventually, the third partially shoved the second aside, despite the fact that he was buried balls deep in her, and he too settled to help mount her.
“You'll crush me you idiots,” she cried, and felt another, smaller but still sizable horsecock, tip wet with precum, repeatedly rubbed between her buttocks with humps each time he reared back. Then, her eyes shot wider when his flare brushed her asshole. “Not that hole...!” She shrieked and came even harder than ever once he popped her anal cherry, Chezka reduced to a double-stuffed slut.
Ruthlessly, they pounded even harder at her stretched holes, reduced to a mere vessel in a competition between the virile studs to properly breed her. To make her completely buckle in submission. She drenched their loins with a continuous moan, determined not to surrender, no matter how they stretched, spread, and hammered her, her ivory horse buttocks left to ripple, clap, and quiver.
She felt teeth close around her neck and another pair on her wild ponytail. Yanked on them as they screwed her senseless. Made her their herd bitch as they alternated rapid thrusts in a blur, carved her lower orifices to fit their shapes, made her eyes roll into her head as her mind melted from bliss.
Grunts, snorts, and nickers sounded above her, as they fucked her into the dirt like an animal. The smaller one, whose hooves traced down her lower back, discovered one of her secrets when he pushed on the folds of skin and fur where her human portion met her horse half, peeled back to expose that she had a second, human-style ass, hips, and slit, usually hidden by her centaur anatomy.
Having long lost track of the trust below, unaware that the first stallion had finished pumping his seed into the mare, the couple trotted up to meet the herd on the hill, and took an experimental sniff of her on their approach, the air filled with the reek of musk from her pussy and stallion cock.
The mare took an experimental lick of where her human slit faded into the front, horse-like portion of Chezka's body. Her cunt dripped and winked in response, as the mare dived in to devour her hole.
“Sh-shit...!” Nor did the first stallion show any mercy, when he used his front hooves to spread her wide, toned human buttocks, exposed her asshole, and reared up to also mount her, her recutm ring spread and speared on the third horsecock forced into her, her asscheeks clapped by another rider.
She almost fainted from another, even fiercer orgasm, felt her liquid lust slide down her hind end and shoot into the mare's mouth and all over her face, like she'd intentionally tried to mark her.
Time ceased to have any meaning while they plundered her holes. She had been forced onto the horse portion of her belly by the combined weight of the three stallions, while the mare continued to lick her human pussy and fondle her breasts with slow, sensuous strokes of her hooves. Whatever these odd creatures were, they appeared to be more sapient than the typical horse she'd come across.
Now, all these stallions competed in an attempt to conquer her well-used fuckholes! She wheezed and moaned, unable to do more than lay there like a bitch and take it as they used and abused her.
The mare wrapped her teeth around a nipple, not hard enough to break the skin, but firmly when she tugged and stretched one of Chezka's titties to its fullest while her tongue danced around her wide areola. When she released the tit, it heavily bounced back into place, and she repeated the act with the other tit, while the first stallion craned his head to meet Chezka's face, forcefully met her lips, and dominated her tongue with his own, which twisted and fished in her mouth as he forced his muscle down her throat. She choked a little, as he invaded her throat, dominated and conquered it.
By this point, Chezka's mind went blank, and the hips of both her human and horse halves moved on their own, bucked back to meet the savage humps of the stallions. She deliberately milked them with each firm squeeze now, lost in the throes of estrus, fucked temporarily stupid by the wandering herd.
Her brilliant white tail that matched her wild ponytail hiked, in complete surrender to be taken and bred, her muscled haunches massaged by the hooves of the large, red stallion. Their thrusts became slower. But deep and firm. Another shrill cry forced from her, she felt their heartbeats in their horsecocks each time they throbbed, knowing they were close as their medial rings tickled her interiors.
Inevitably, the three stallions buried themselves completely in her at once. Their thick balls quivered, and they started to absolutely hose down her insides, volley-after-volley of thick cum fired off like rockets into both her assholes and her centaur cunt, directly into her womb. She shuddered with another orgasm as the mare lap at her human pussy, bathed in another baptism of her squirts, much like the stallions behind her that were drenched in a waterfall of her liquid lust.
Both of her bellies were rounded from the overflow of spunk, expanded the skin and made her ride out multi-climaxes as she started to look heavily impregnated. They pumped her full, drained their balls, the excess splashed from her holes. A wet pop sounded when all finished stallions withdrew at once, her gaped holes left to clench and unclench while they oozed out thick puddles of splooge. Chezka felt its sticky, slimy warmth cling to her, her massive, sweaty breasts left to heave with each huff.
The mare did her duty to the herd that had claimed her, cleaned the three stallion's dicks and balls with her tongue, and then did the same to Chezka, the Amazon's assholes and pussies lapped clean. Chezka shuddered, another small, electrical tinge of a climax forced out when she was worked over.
She winked a few more time's at the mare when she finally withdrew from her horsecunt, her snout still connected to her pussylips by a trail of mixed saliva and feminine lubricant. Then, the mare leaned in close to her ear and whispered with a sly smile, “Welcome to the herd.” Chezka barely had time to realize this horse had just spoken to her when the mare in question roughly spanked her horse ass.
“Wh-wha...” The Amazon's knees trembled in an attempt to rise.
“Good pick Twily,” said the white unicorn. “Your plan to lure an Amazon out worked perfectly!”
“Eeyup,” added the largest, red one with a grimace.
“She did trespass in our territory,” added the smallest stallion. “And planned to kill and eat us! Seems like justice to me! Damn.” His half-erect cock twitched. “Almost ready for a second round!”
“Save it,” said the mare. “It's too dangerous out in the open. Should her friends come for her-” The four of them jumped when a knife hurled in their direction was barely evaded by the mare in time.
“The Amazon Tribe,” yelled the white unicorn, as the herd were forced to break into a mad gallop, confronted by the huntresses in the distance that rushed towards the scene, a hail of arrow shafts fired in their direction, with care taken not to harm Chezka. The centaur in question realized the assault was more meant to scare the horses off, otherwise they'd likely be reduced to pin cushions by now.
Mixed feelings settled over Chezka at her rescue. Shame and humiliation at her failure. The best sex she's ever had, once the estrus struck her, since she'd only had lesbian trysts with a few fellow Amazons before. The knowledge of how sore she'd be in the days to come, barely able to walk.
At least the medicine women in the tribe could brew up a potion to prevent a possible pregnancy!
Her dulled gaze settled on the Amazons that approached. The women came in various races and species, all females allowed, so long as they swore themselves to their code. Another centaur like her, let-alone a female one, was all but unheard of, yet they'd welcomed her anyhow. She expected judgment from her tribal sisters, but instead they helped her trot home in silence, into the deep forest.
Hidden from civilization, they were dedicated to the well-being of their own. They would meet and trade with men on occasion, but no one was allowed to come or go without the queen's permission.
They lived in tents or huts, in an existence dedicated to survival and the simple pleasures of life. Hunting, gathering, fishing, craftsmanship, medicine...a humble, almost idyllic life, were it not for how hard they often had to work. But fulfilling, as each of them pulled their own weight.
Chezka forced herself to meet the eyes of her Amazons, her mouth drawn in a line. Prepared herself to be berated at the least, punished, or at the worst, possibly exiled, a pariah for her incompetence.
Her heart raced and skipped. Terror struck her far worse than when she'd first been assailed.
They bathed her. Gave her the potions she expected. Tended to her wounds from the rough treatment. To her surprise, the Amazon Queen decided she'd passed the tribe's tests, despite her setbacks, since they value loyalty above all. A fellow Amazon, also topless like was the norm with their tribe, began to paint her body with tribal markings. Slow, steady strokes painted her in a sensuous manner.
Chezka stared down at her heavy breasts and navel, decorated in greenish-blue lines that matched the color of her eyes. Her perky, erect nipples were tickled by the breeze and each gradual brushstroke of paint made from crushed plants and berries mixed together. They offered her a new compound bow, quiver of arrows, and a set of horse-compatible armor for war, which covered her from human torso to her horse bits. She smiled with contentment, and slept softly that night, reborn as a full-fledged Amazon.
Unfortunately, she'd discover that, the next time she touched her human pussy, no matter how much she rubbed her clitoris, rubbed her slits, fingered and even fisted herself in desperation, she couldn't quite achieve satisfaction. Frustrated, she'd rub her horsepussy on what scant furniture she owned, crafted by her own hands, grinded her horsepussylips with a lew squealch, smeared her juices of the post of her low-to-the-ground bed, yet the best she could wrack her pussies with was small, unsatisfying orgasms.
She even rubbed her horse asshole on the post at the same time, felt the thick, puckered ring flinch-and-unflinch, lifted one of her tits to her lips, wrapped her lips around a nipple, and suckled hard when she pulled on it. That helped drive out a firmer climax, yet couldn't compare to what the herd had done.
Not even the Amazons she invited to bed, with their own toys and potions, could fully satisfy her!
“Goddamint,” she hissed between her teeth locked around a stretched nipple she sucked on, continued to rub her horsepussy and asshole on the bedpost, slathered in small, sticky squirts, as her other hand fisted her human cunt. Her fist pounded her snatch, faster-and-faster, in a blur as her slit spat liquid lust.
Her fuckholes clenched. She moaned and grinded, her knees shook, and she collapsed in a puddle of her own lust, her released tity left to swing and jiggle when it settled back into place with a clap. Both her twats continued to wink, dissatisfied even after she'd managed to reach completion.
She'd never turn her back on the Amazon tribe. But were she to find that herd again, for another tryst...
