This wasn't the Equestria most of them knew. A paranormal disaster swept across the multiverse, scooped up and deposited people into this new land. A world said to be a haphazard jigsaw of land masses made up from other planets, fused onto this Equestria, beset by a war between a number of factions. Thus far, the Amazon Tribe did their best to not directly take part in the madness.
The Amazons made their home in the thickest, deepest portions of the forest, wild and untamed by civilization. A place where even some monsters feared to tread. Partially due to the reputation of the huntresses, whose hail of arrows could quickly turn intruders to pincushions.
A number of tents and huts made up the settlement, decorated by totems and fetishes. Wind chimes tinkled in the breeze. Tribeswomen padded barefoot across the dirt paths in the shade, most of them topless as was tradition and in short, scanty loin cloths, while a few of them went completely nude to soak in the sun's rays that tenderly kissed and caressed their bare skin.
Most of the arrivals in this Equestria took on an anthropomorphic nature, akin to the natives, but some proved more exotic. Certain Amazons appeared completely 'human', as they had informed their new sisters, others were unusual hybrids, not quite woman or beast. One of those which included Chezka Windhooves, a centaur, with a beautiful human woman portion that ended in a white horse's, her wild, spiky tail pale to match her thick hair, tied into a ponytail.
Greenish-blue eyes swept the encampment, her lips drawn. She, too, went bare-chested, a quiver filled with arrows strapped onto her back, a compound bow in her toned arms. Her trots sounded on the earth and clay, her heavy breasts left to sway and her wide horse buttocks to bounce. She kept her horse tail down to preserve some modesty, not that her fellow Amazons cared.
She felt less concern for her exposed nipples, stiff in the cool wind. Whenever she passed a sister that met her eyes, she nodded, then moved on and made her daily rounds to help keep in shape.
In truth, she wanted to rush out into the open, into the action. At times, she felt cooped up here, and snorted her impatience. But neither did she want to drive any needless trouble to her tribe. So instead, she quietly fumed and stomped a hoof, her muscles tensed for action that wouldn't come.
She spun with a fierce snarl when someone touched her shoulder, then softened when she met sad, emerald eyes. “Sorry. You spooked me,” admitted the centaur, whose posture relaxed.
“Don't worry about it,” answered Panna Fauna, a hybrid like her, mostly human in appearance but with touches of a deer, most prominent in the fawn's lower legs, the soft, downy fur spotted above a pair of hooves where it came just above her knees and met with humanoid thighs, her well-shaped lower half barely hidden by a short loin cloth that left the sides of her vulva, much of her buttocks, and all her hips revealed, a short deer tail visible near her dimples of venus. Most curiously, under black hair cut sharply to her shoulders and on her forehead rested a short horn akin to a unicorn's.
“I'm tensed,” admitted Chezka, shamefaced as she stared down at a hoof she rolled on the dirt.
“Obviously,” replied Panna, who embraced her 'sister', pressed breast-to-breast when they made contact, part of Amazonian tradition as they savored each other's touch and warmth. Their nipples rubbed from the contact, breasts squished from the hold, savored the warmth and contact of soft skin. Since men were forbidden here, each Amazon was forced to find comfort in their sisters.
The fawn was like her. Torn from some other planet, another dimension. A crescent moon-shaped piece of jewelry decorated a part of Panna's mane, like a hairclip, which the centaur blushed with unvoiced curiosity. “This? Gifted to me by my older brother, Cornelius. He taught me almost everything I know. How to hunt, evade capture, survive the wildlands....We were a couple of thieves, in over our heads. Then, after too many run ins with the authorities, we became bandits.”
Chezka didn't release her hold on her. “Did you attack innocent people?”
“No, we tried to avoid civilians. But I've done some stuff I'm not proud of,” she admitted, and avoided her eyes. “We had to be sneaky. Lie to and even betray a few people to survive.”
“But did you draw blood,” she asked.
“...on occasion.” Panna released a pent up sigh. “Usually, we targeted the wealthy and their employed thugs, as my brother and I lived out the fantasy of Robin Hood. An old fairy tale from my homeworld. Silly nonsense, like we were children. But I lost him when I was pulled here.”
“I'm sure he's still alive,” reassured Chezka firmly.
Panna didn't speak for a moment. “Probably. Hopefully. I need to believe that.” When they reluctantly withdrew, she rested a hand over the centaur's heart, flicked the sharp, elf-like ears both women shared when she listened to its steady beat, a somber smile on the fawn's face.
“You always remind me to have faith,” said Chezka, who caressed her cheek. “Come.” She turned and lowered herself to ease her access, as Panna hopped onto her back and straddled her. Most centaurs wouldn't let anyone other than those they trusted with all their heart ride them, her kind stubborn and prideful by nature, but she was more her 'sister' than any Amazon.
And while she tried to keep out any perverse thoughts, the feeling of her bareback rider's hairless pussy on her horse portion pleasantly tickled her, as did the fawn's pert buttocks when she started to trot with her onboard, Panna's hands wrapped around her midsection for support. Chezka's breasts bobbed with her movements, and she also felt Panna's tits softly clap on her human back. Perky pink nipples would occasionally poke into her, making her shiver with muted lust.
Panna asked, “What errands do you have to run today?”
“Not much. Meet with another Amazon,” replied Chezka. “Then, the Amazon Queen herself.”
“What? Really?” Their founder was reclusive, unseen and unheard by most, her will passed on to those she trusted most. “Rumor has it she doesn't even live here. Can I attend?”
“Yes. She requested us both.” They rounded a corner in the settlement, where one of Panna's palms slipped off Chezka's midsection and momentarily cupped one of the centaur's breasts, which she squeezed on instinct to maintain support. Chezka swallowed a low moan, thankful her horse tail hid a lewd, mildly wet wink of her horsepussy, as Panna refused to release her hold on her titty.
Finally, the pair came to a stop at a hut built away from the others. Chezka lowered herself to let Panna down, and already missed the touch of her bare pussy and buttocks, the hand that held one of her sizable tits. Without a word, they descended a small set of stairs inside the hut.
The reek of brewed potions instantly hit their nostrils, the air filled with a mixture of colored miasma that rose from a cauldron. Another Amazon tended to the pot and stirred it with a thick, wooden spoon, this one also human in appearance, topless and adorned in a loincloth. A delicate pink mane draped behind her, and her eyes rose from the bubbly mixture to meet them.
“Welcome,” the medicine woman said. “Chezka and Panna, isn't it? I'm Fluttershy.” She left her spoon to rest in the pot and approached in a swivel of voluptuous hips, which matched the rest of her curvaceous form, her heavy breasts more like udders, each topped by incredibly wide nipples. “Huh, but I didn't expect two arrivals at once! Wait here, I'll be back in a moment!”
Before they could question her, Shy raced out of the hut, and offered them a brief view of her bountiful bare butt when the loin cloth she wore whipped from the motion behind her.
“She's weird,” murmured Chezka, her face drawn and pensive.
“So are we,” reminded Panna, who looked down at their animal portions. “But she's nice, too.” She took a moment to look around the interior, but didn't touch, the fawn's eyes scanned across walls decorated with tribal masks, and shelves covered by small bottles filled with chemicals. She also spotted some preserved mushrooms. “I was a healer like her, too. I looked after my brother.”
Chezka nodded. “It's an honorable profession. All I've ever known is the life of a warrior.”
“The tribe needs all types to flourish. But I'd like to learn more from her,” confessed Panna, who turned back to the rattle of bead curtains that announced Shy's return. Only this time, another topless Amazon arrived with her, with a red-and-brown mane made up of dreadlocks, and behind them stalked a massive bear on all fours, the hut spacious as to comfortably house them all.
“This is my partner,” explained Shy with a warm smile. “Tree Hugger! I'm better with animals, while she's more in tune with nature. I'll need a partner to help me enact the ritual!”
“Hey there,” said Tree with a crooked smile, her eyes lazily, seductively half-closed. While she didn't quite match Shy in voluptuousness, she was nonetheless quite shapely and supple.
“And this is Harry! He'll be our assistant,” said Shy, who rubbed the back of his ears.
Chezka inquired, “Assistant to what? What's this ritual? The queen didn't provide details-”
“You'll see,” assured Tree with a shimmy of her hips when she walked. Glows that emitted from the cauldron reflected off their curves, emphasized them, drew more attention to Tree's bare, busty bounces, and likewise her rounded buttocks which quivered when she circled the pot. She undid the tie of her loincloth, let it slip from her form, a messy red-and-brown bush revealed on her snatch.
Shy did the same, and exposed her own trimmed, soft pink pubes that adorned her taut twat. Gently, she and Tree brushed their lower hairs and slits, intentionally stained them with wet spatters of female lubricant from their pussies, already aroused by anticipation of what was to come.
Panna raised an eyebrow. “A tantric ritual?”
“Something like that,” said Shy, while she and Hugs leaned over the rim of the cauldron, apparently impervious to the heat waves that radiated around them, their breasts suspended, pendulous with each sway. “It's too risky to let you try this the first time. We had to work up to this!”
“Not sure you two will be up for it anyway,” admitted Tree coyly.
Panna removed her own loin cloth, her hairless cunt bared. “I...want to learn, too!” Cornelius had shown her how to wield a knife, to stab and throw blades with deadly accuracy, but she wasn't built for the frontlines like many Amazons. Thus, she wanted to develop other helpful skills!
“You'll have your chance,” promised Shy, who shared a sultry look with Hugs, both of them bent over while they wiggled their bare, heart-shaped asses at Harry behind them. The bear drooled at the usual signal, since the pair of them had sated his needs many times, and already his dick started to swell with need. “Good boy~,” she cooed when she the first firm, tentative lick at her puffy slit.
“Guys aren't allowed here,” reminded Tree. “But animals, like, don't count, you know?” Sheand shy planted palms on their asscheeks, spread them wide open to show off their holes, which the bear ravenously feasted on with messy, audible slurps each time he cleaned their pussies and assholes. The pair of them moaned when he alternated between them, well trained to service them.
Despite her ambivalence, Chezka felt her horsepussy wink and stain the tail she tried and fail to keep shrouded over her mentionables, as she instinctively hiked her tail with a forbidden desire to be bred, reminded of her run-in with a herd of ponies...who'd laid claim to her body. Intrusive reminders of that day made her repeatedly, wetly wink on the floor, when three stallions, with help from a mare, had pinned her down and set to ruin her holes until they properly bred her.
She snapped out of her reverie when Tree reminded her, “This is only the warm up~.”
Panna's medium-sized breasts heaved with each strained breath, like the centaur her own nipples painfully stiff, her own cunt slimy and her pussylips puffy with need. Her hands shook with the effort to restrain herself, since she wanted to openly feel her own body up, to masturbate at the lewd displays, since it had been a while since she'd properly tended to her baser needs.
She'd never crossed the taboo and mated with an animal, but some would claim her brother, born with a deer dick, was close enough, the pair of them driven to make love after they'd been hit by a magic arrow that put them under an intense spell. After that day, Cornelius pretended it never happened, but she would catch occasional looks of admiration that she returned with a small smile.
She especially appreciated the sneaky looks at her barely contained tits and ass, her own eyes drawn to his bare chest, which had picked up a few scars over time in their adventures to survive.
They'd never found another of their kind, no matter how hard both looked. For all she knew, they were the last of their kind in her world, and she hadn't seen anyone like her here.
Shy also broke her trance of memories. “Don't hold back on our account~,” she moaned out between Harry's licks from one hole to the next, over her perineum, as he lapped up her feminine lubricant. “W-we'll need lots of lust for the potion, so feel free to touch yourselves! Oh~!”
“I...shouldn't,” muttered Chezka with a dark blush, her posture stiff, and her tail fully hiked to present her hindquarters so she could be mounted. She winced in surprise when she felt soft lips plant a kiss on her horse posterior, craned her head to look at Panna, who knelt behind her.
She squirmed with a moist squelch of her horsepussy, which winked and spattered droplets of her lust on Panna's face, before the fawn beamed at her and dove her tongue into her birth canal. Teased and traced the pink, slippery folds of her tunnel, made her hooves shaky and Chezka clench her teeth to suppress a shameful cry of satisfaction. “Th-there,” she pleaded with eyelash flutters.
Her face now smeared in cunt honey, Panna paused her licks. “So delicious~.” She flicked the heart-shaped clitoris that swelled out and throbbed, maneuvered her mouth muscle over her snatch lips, then her perineum, to puckered asshole, which she kissed, traced, and dove into, as her swollen horse rectum also pulsed with need. Panna snaked a hand down, and tended to her own twat.
By now, Harry was so worked up he strained himself to hold back until his mates okayed the next move, and his cock throbbed and spat precum on the floor. “Poor Mister Bear,” murmured Shy with a look over her shoulder and another wave of her hips. Rather than verbally communicate with an animal that understood her, she instead coaxed him with a couple fingers she pressed to her pussy, and slowly spread the hood open to expose the moist, pink, sticky fuckhole within.
With what patient her well-trained beast could muster, he planted his front claws on the cauldron, which rocked a little but didn't toppled over, reared up, and mounted her, his bear cock pressed to her cunny. Growls resounded when he parted her interior, pushed himself balls deep inside her.
He only took it slow for a moment, to make certain she really was ready, before he started to fiercely slam into her cunny. She squealed, her spacious buttocks clapped and quivered with each ripple under his brutal thrusts. She screamed, “Don't hold back, Harry! Fuck me like you own me!”
His claws slid down her sides to hold her hips, kept her pinned and restrained while he smacked her ass with each firm hump, drove her insides open each time he impaled and split her wide, stained his crotch with a messy series of sprays. He indeed nailed her like she was his own, made her his bitch until she'd reclaim power like usual after their session ended. He spat more precum in her, smeared and rubbed her pink walls and folds, felt her cunt clench around and milk his swollen bear cock.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Mmph~!” She shamelessly shrieked her bliss into oblivion.
The cauldron's contents bubbled and shimmered more, drew on the arousal that increased tenfold. Tree turned her head to meet Shy's at her side, hip-to-hip while she waited her turn to be bred by this beast, and she met her lips, a deep kiss shared while Harry mercilessly railed Flutters.
He pumped her fast and hard. Grunted and drooled as he made her take his cock. Raked her hips with his claws, scratched them a little but didn't break the skin when he also traced her plush ass. Her udders bounced and swayed, splashed by droplets of the steamy cauldron, which made Shy cry out in masochistic satisfaction, as her skin steamed on contact but didn't burn from the heat.
Tree withdrew her lips from Shy's to speak, mouths still connected by a trail of saliva. “We've, like, made ourselves immune from continual contact in small doses, you know? Mmm~. Take that bear dick, babe.” She ran a hand over Shy's massive ass, squeezed a cheek. “Turn that cunt into a crater!”
Unable to hold back much more, with a final, momentous thrust, Harry impaled Shy fully one last time, sheathed his bear cock fully to his furry balls, painted in another series of squirts on his loin when he rammed her cervix open and impacted the back of her slippery, slimy womb, howled and hissed when his shaft pulsed and shot blast-after-blast of his thick, virile cum into her uterus.
Shy shook. Her eyes rolled into her head. Her cunny squeezed down on his beastly tool. Spunk dribbled down her inner thighs, mixed with her lustful juices, made her squeal some more, Harry's claws sunk into her waist and butcheeks, still trained not to break her tender, smooth flesh.
His testicles pulsed with each cumshot he fired into her core. Made her belly swell and round.
With a wet pop he withdrew. Gaped wide, her wrecked cunt oozed his seed. Harry dismounted her, then moved to Hugs, who shook her own heart-shaped ass in anticipation. He rubbed his half-erect, slimy cock over her fuckholes, traced them amidst his momentary refractory period.
She also spread her orifices to offer a peek inside. “Use whichever hole you like, bad boy. I can take it~.” She winked at him, felt his claws rest on her hips and buttcheeks when he also reared up and mounted her. His dick swelled back to fullness while the slick tip brushed up-and-down her perineum, smeared it in his runny semen, precum, and Shy's lustful lubrication.
Chezka had come a few times, well tended to by Panna's voracious licks and laps at her orifices. She felt like a selfish lover, the fawn's attention one-sided, but Panna didn't seem to mind. By now, Panna added her fist to help her finish, pushing it elbow-deep into Chezka's drenched horsepussy.
Juices matted Panna's hair, face, and sluiced down her tits when she licked, sucked, and fisted her.
“P-Panna! I....!” She winked and clenched around the fawn's drenched arm.
“Ride it out,” called back Panna, who heard the centaur nicker in appreciation at her technique.
Meanwhile, with a fresh set of cheeks to clap, Harry drove his bear cock into Hugs, who moaned low in response when he speared his second mate on him. Her rounded buttcheeks bounced and rippled under intense, brutish humps, her titties also left to slap under each impact. Bent over and railed by the beast, her low croons and squirts from her cunny met each lewd impalement.
Like with Shy, he showed her no mercy, speared-and-speared in a blur of furry, muscled hips. She also talked dirty to him, able to communicate with the bear a little after lessons with Flutters. “Like, knock me up and put all your cubs in my baby cave~,” she pleaded and clenched her fuckholes.
She met Shy's lips some more. Kissed, nibbled, and sucked on them as she was taken, hopeful that next time he'd also lay waste to the assholes of the horny, needy buttsluts that submitted to him.
He conquered them with his cocks. Rendered them so satisfied they always came back for more!
At this point, the cauldron's contents glowed a brilliant hot pink. Steamed more and bubbled over, washed across the titties of Shy and Tree, who contiinued to make out, Hugs continuously rocked forward each time Harry's hips struck her round, massive ass with a desperate, bestial need.
“Shoot it all into me~,” pleaded the Amazon. “Dump all of your load in my womb~!”
Like before, a last hump impaled her fully. Furry balls expanded each time he erupted, tip driven past her cervix too which was forced to spread wide open to accommodate his width, felt each volley of spunk rapidly rocket into her uterus walls while she also soaked his loins.
She milked him too with her pussy, felt her own stomach bloat and round from bear cum. Her stretched hole popped too when Harry withdrew, oozed a mixture of his and her own lust.
Shy scooped cum from her cunny, reached into Tree's cunt and pulled more bear spunk from her, then dipped her hands into the cauldron's contents, which sizzled. “It's almost done! Just needs time to cool down and settle, and then we can brew up the potion our queen requested! Mmm~.” Her half-lidded eyes studied Chezka and Panna. “But should one of you want a ride with Harry...”
“M-maybe some other time,” murmured Chezka, whose winks from her worked over horsepussy had slowed after Panna removed her soaked fist. “I'm nowhere near ready for that.”
“Me either,” admitted Panna, who nonetheless studied the bear with curious eyes. “So, this ritual was to conceive a love potion, I take it? What could the Amazon Queen need that for?”
“Not exactly a love potion,” assured Shy, who shimmied her udders back-and-forth with a mischievous titter. “You'll understand when we take you to her!”
“Just...need a few minutes to rest, babe. Bad boy here always does a number on my poor puss,” said Tree, who idly rubbed her pleasantly sore birth canal. They didn't bother to redress even after it was over, the cauldron contents carefully bottled up by the pair of Amazons worked over by the bear.
Until darkness fell and the Amazon Queen's summons could be enacted on, they were to stay and rest in the hut. Chezka and Panna shared a look, and both wondered, what was their mysterious benefactor like? Were they called there to be rewarded...or punished? It was an honor few knew.
Panna squeezed Chezka's hand, with the unspoken promise to always support her.
“You're the best friend I ever could have asked for,” whispered Chezka, who returned her tender squeeze. “On my honor as an Amazon, I swear to always protect and be there for you. And somehow, someday, we'll find your brother and I'll return you home, safe and sound. I promise.”
Evening started to dawn over the Amazon settlement, and the first stars peeked out from the darkness with a twinkle. Panna stepped out of the hut and into the open first, and rubbed the crescent-shaped jewelry that adorned her sharply cut black mane, reminded of her brother when she stared up at the pale moon. Redressed in her scanty loincloth, the fawn's thin ears twitched when she heard the trot of Chezka's hooves behind her, followed by the pad of footsteps.
Once more, the centaur lowered herself and allowed the fawn to hop aboard. Chezka then turned to Flutteryshy and Tree Hugger. “Want to hop aboard? I should be able to support all three of you. I'm afraid the bear will have to walk, though.” She cast a sideways nod at the furry beast.
She knelt to meet her pet's face. “Is that okay with you, Harry?” Grunting and sulking at her, his ears nonetheless perked up when she whispered in his ear and allowed her to take a quick lick of her barely-clad butt, the round orb of pert flesh lifted by his wet lap before it dropped and wobbled.
“Count me in too hun,” said Tree, who also allowed him to take a lick of her posterior, which also quivered back into place, a taste test to tantalize him for what would come later. She hopped on the centaur's back last, sandwiched between the other babes, their bare cunts and butts pressed on her.
It took all Chezka's restraint not to whinny with excitement at their touch. Especially when she started to march, and could feel their slits and buttocks rub and slap on her, feel a small trickle of their feminine moisture that still saturated their taut snatches rub into and smear her horse fur.
Her hooves maneured across the path, past her fellow topless or fully nude Amazon sisters, until at Shy's direction they exited to the outskirts and headed off the beaten path, into the thickets which cut the tribe off from the deepest wilderness, a wall of wildlife that would tangle up any potential pursuers into their home. But for an Amazon with the know-how, they could easily evade the natural barrier, this time with the help of Tree, whose whispers parted the dense flora.
“That's quite a neat trick,” observed Panna.
“Just needs a little love~,” replied the Amazon with her crooked smile, as she caressed one of the vines that moved on its own like a coil, then traced around her heavy breasts. “Mmm~.”
“We can do that later,” added Shy with a wink, as another set of vines took a moment to wrap around her udders, pinched and mashed the pliable flesh between them as their tips traced her incredibly wide, pink inverted nipples, the nubs teased out by their touch to full erectness.
“You two sure are talented,” admitted Panna.
“You'll understand why soon,” assured Tree, who also took a moment to savor the brush of vines that kneaded, squeezed, and rolled her bountiful breasts like Shy's. Gently, she stroked the coil. “Sorry bud, but we've been summoned by the queen, and like she doesn't want to wait around!”
Chezka furrowed her brow. “You two must've done this many times. Well, I can't blame you. It's not like we're allowed to have men here, and we have to find some satisfaction...somewhere.”
“Plush,” whispered Panna with a mild blush. “Think about all the places those vines could reach!” She pictured the way the forest would slither around her, rip her loincloth off, bind her wrists and ankles when they lifted her up, before they started to fondle every inch of her body, stroke and tease her until she pleaded and finally, they would penetrate all of sexholes and rail her stupid.
Her blush deepened and she cut off the fantasy when a wet, syrupy rivulet of her lust escaped her swollen snatch and its sweet warmth ran down the furred muscle of Chezka's centaur back. Her fellow Amazon strained to keep her tail down, and felt her hosepussy wetly wink in response.
When she spotted Harry sniffed the air, she prayed her fellow Amazons couldn't smell the shame of her arousal! Yet Pnna carried herself with a bit less modesty, perhaps inspired by Flutters and Hugs, who allowed the vines to undo their loincloths and pulled them away, a mass of tentacle-like coils that wantonly molested the two buxom women while the five travelers passed the flora.
Shy and Tree openly moaned when the vines repeatedly circled their udders, brushed their nipples, pinched and pulled their titties until they were fully distended, then released their tits and let them snap back into place with a fleshy series of bounces when they settled. Growing bolder, they kneaded their asses and thighs, raked over their moist pussies and puckered pink assholes.
A few of the bolder vines even sank into their holes momentarily with a lewd squelch, made a few rapid pumps, some that sank cervix deep, before they were forced to withdraw as Chezka carried them by, the slippery tendrils now slick, hot, and glistening with runny honey cunny.
Panna felt herself pushed forward when the women behind her leaned so that their heart-shaped asses were better presented, their fuckable holes on full display. More vines spread the asscheeks of Shy and Tree. Stroked, prodded, and probed their warm, moist, pliable, stretch orifices.
“H-hey!” Chezka's tail swatted a tentacle that poked too close to her thick, round horseasshole.
“Now, now. You have to ask permission buds,” reminded Tree.
“Maybe...after we meet with the queen,” considered Chezka, whose drawn face burned. She winked harder, left a wet trail of her lust in the forest behind her, which Harry sniffed and lapped up. She hurried onward, worried that she'd become so worked up by all this lewdness she'd be ready to kneel down, stick her horsebutt in the air, and let even that bear mount and fuck her silly!
She noted Panna also wasn't immune, as the fawn also let the vines undo and steal away her loincloth, then cooed when the coils, too, started to probe and explore her holes and molest her supple flesh. One wrapped around Panna's short horn, stroked it and made her squirt a little. Which further wet and dripped down Chezka's fur when the fawn's warm abdomen quivered atop her.
Thankfully, before the centaur collapsed from an onset of estrus, she managed to guide her fellow travelers to their destination, a private settlement tucked away from the Amazon Tribe. In the middle of the clearing sat a structure unlike any Chezka or Panna had ever seen, an angular structure supported by columns and partially crafted from crystalline that shined brilliantly.
Chezka's mouth went dry. “This is...?”
“We're here!” Shy hopped down, and stretched wide, her bare breasts thrust upward with the arc of her back, her erect nipples pointed skyward. “Yes, the Amazon Queen resides here. Rumor has it, she may have been one of the founders of the fabled Crystal Empire in her Equestria!”
“So she's an outsider like us,” realized Panna, who also slipped off the centaur's back.
“Yep,” added Tree, who came down last with a shimmy of her hips. “A bonafide, bodacious badass babe that'll make you her bitch! She's, like, the one that awakened our hidden potential!”
“She sounds kind of scary,” admitted Panna.
“Intimidating, sure, but unless you try to deliberately piss her off you don't need to worry,” reassured the lackadaisical Amazon, whose wide ass shook and bounced when she waved her hips and maneuvered ahead. The moon's rays lit up their curvature, cast by the crystal structure ahead.
Chezka said, “She expects us. So you we walk up and knock, or-”
“There's no need,” came a deep, rich, yet feminine voice that boomed from inside. A shadow cast across the stairs eclipsed the new arrivals, when the Amazon Queen herself started to step out into the open. “Welcome to my home, my fellow Amazons. Forgive the secrecy, but I can't allow everyone to know my secrets. After all, were outsiders to learn an alicorn resided here...”
She stood taller than even the tallest Amazon, her crystal flur a delicate shade of blue in tone. Both shapely but incredibly toned, a thick mane trailed to her ankles behind her, her forehead adorned by a sharp unicorn horn, her back wrapped in pegasus wings she kept half-folded.Like Amazon custom, she went topless, her massive breasts adorned by rings in her pierced nipples. A thicker loincloth adorned her curvy bottom half, her limbs decorated by wristlets and anklets.
“I'm sure rumors about my reputation proceed me. But I'm known as Zafire Heart. Or Zafira, for short.” She rested a firm hand on a toned hip, beckoned with another outstretched palm, where Shy and Tree knelt before her. With a chuckle she said, “There's no need for that, my sweets.”
Both Amazons kissed Zafira's feet before they lifted their heads. “We did what you asked my queen,” said Fluttershy, her face a dense shade of pink when she met the queen's stare.
“Got the potion too,” said Tree Hugger, who reached into her dreadlocks and plucked out a bottle hidden in the frazzled locks, its contents a magenta shade that glowed in the dark once it was out in the open, contained by a cork. “Glad you let us use Harry, or we'd have to hunt down a man!”
Zafira shook her head. “I'd prefer not to involve outsiders. Men would want to impose their values on us, which would inevitably alter our civilization. Of course...” Her palms caressed the chins and cheeks of her followers. “I'm aware that a lack of male company can leave you...unsatisfied.”
Shortly after she'd seen them bow, Panna followed their example, and rather than be left out or appear foolish and rude, Chezka also lowered her horse portion the best she was able.
“Rise,” said Zafira. “I want all of you to feel comfortable here.” They rose to meet the crystal mare, whose snout split in a wider smirk. “Better.” Accepting the potion from Hugs, she uncorked it and downed the contents, which settled into her body and immediately made her body burn up.
Chezka asked, “Er...I hope this doesn't sound rude, by whi did you summon us?”
“To show you how I blessed your Amazon sisters. And maybe, one day, should you two continue to prove your worthiness, then I'll let you sample my secrets and unlock your hidden potential.” Zafira hooked a knot of her loincloth, undid it and ripped her costume away, now tossed aside.
Gasps rose on reflex from Chezka and Panna, their eyes not met by a lovely pussy like she expected, but instead a stallion's sheathed cock, which Zafire started to idly stroke until it rose inch-by-inch to erection, the massive, flared tool her 'bitch-breaker', as a few of the Amazons that proved lucky to sample it called the shaft. Already, its tip pulsed and oozed precum down a vein-lined pillar.
Panna swallowed and licked her lips. “That's...that's a-”
“A cock,” proudly declared Zafire. “Virile and fully-functional, my sweets.”
Chezka found her voice. “So, is that what the potion was for?”
Zafira tittered. “Oh, no. I was born blessed with this. That potion maximizes my arousal, amplifies that and my stamina, so that I'll be able to lay claim to your holes for hours! Why, I could fuck every last Amazon into submission and make them plead for more! But...” Her eyes drifted to Panna's snatch, obviously wet, and she circled behind Chezka to check out her horsepussy.
Chezka replied, “But....?”
“Butt.” She snickered, slapped a harsh palm on Chezka's wide white horse buttock, made her wince and moaned when she squeezed the toned, rounded cheek. “The choice is entirely yours. I'd never forced unwanted attention on my tribe. Should you wish, you could walk away now without consequence.” Gripped around the pert buttcheek, she slowly rolled it in her firm palm.
“I...I want to stay,” admitted panna, certain she could learn lots from the experience!
“Good! And you, Chezka Windhooves, fierce archer and huntress? Would you like to sample what I'm capable of? Some worship me like a Goddess,” she boasted, and continued to knead her flank, while her free hand slid up Chezka's toned belly, until she cupped a sizable tit.
Chezka hissed a low moan between clenched teeth, her cheeks afire. “I'll do it. I can handle it.”
“Glad to hear it,” answered Zafira. “Fluttershy, Tree Hugger, feel free to stay and entertain yourselves while you bear witness to my prowess once more.” She released her hold on the centaur, instead strode over to Panna nearby and pulled her by the waist to her bare bosom. The fawn shuddered, felt a runny trail of her lust dribble from her enflamed slit, hot and viscous.
“I've only been with one man,” confessed Panna, with a sharp inhale of exhilaration.
“A shame. I'd love to be the first to properly pop your cherry.” Zafire cupped the fawn's ass, lifted her up, and spread her legs so that her crotch was level with her bitch-breaker, the meaty pillar's flared tip already prodded at Panna's wet, empty cunt. She dripped on the tool, pussylips parted a tad, spiderwebbed by her arousal and a sneaky hint of her lovely pink fuck tunnel on display.
“Don't tease me,” pleaded Panna, who dripped down the crack of her upraised ass, over her asshole, which clenched in anticipation of penetration while the flared tip rubbed her flower's entrance.
Chezka's horsepussy repeatedly winked with lewd, audible squelches at the lusty displays. She realized the other pair weren't idle either, as Harry rested on his haunches and they knelt naked before him. They coaxed out his cock, peppered it in kisses and rubbed it on their cheeks.
“Gentle,” reminded Fluttershy when he rested his claws atop their skulls.
The bear's cock rubbed across their faces, smeared them in his precum and musk, while they continued to kiss his sizable shaft, which throbbed and smacked their faces a little. “Groovy~,” murmured Hugs, when she and Flutters continued to double-team him, dragged their tongues up-and-down his beastly cock in tandem, licked up and savored the precum he oozed.
Tree was the first to take his tip into her mouth, to lap and suckle on it like a saltlick. Greedily, she nursed it for nearly a minute with noisy suckles, before she popped loose with a moan, blush, and half-lidded eyes, lips still connected by strings of mixed saliva and precum when she turned to Shy and said, “He's all yours.” Her partner beamed with a squee and took his bear dick into her own maw. She sucked him off in the same tender manner, while Tree's muscle traced his shaft.
Groans rose from the jaws of Harry, serviced by his submissive sluts, their knees spread and their asses prostrated in the air behind them when they took turns to tease and pleasure the beast.
Then, the pair of them squished their udders together, and wrapped their breasts around his heated pillar. They continued to kiss, suck, and worship the bear's precum-soaked tip, which spat small spurts directly into their mouths, and ran down slippery titties that helped stroke his spear.
At the same time, with a tremendous stroke Zafira impaled Panna, who screamed her head to the heavens, cast her head back with a bounce of her breasts, and came instantly and messily, stretched taut around maredick which punctured past her cervix and claimed her womb, her size so awesome it also distended Panna's belly a bit. “Get ready for the ride of your life,” warned the queen.
Gripped onto the fawn's hips and buttocks, she kept her suspended, partially since she'd speared her on her dick, and mercilessly pounded her in a noisy clap of asscheeks. Her tits lifted and fell with each impact, Panna driven to a chorus of moans while she squirted all over Zafire's bosom.
Chezka's haunches rubbed with another squelch, surrounded by the sights, sounds, and smells of sex, but she'd have to wait her turn. Despite her stubborn pride, she dropped any pretense of shame and started to roll circles around her heavy breasts, which she fondled in firm caresses.
Her tail hiked up high as possible, one of her hands wandered behind her, torso craned, so she could reach her horsepussy and rub it, her palm soon soaked from female juices that cascaded out from a bout of estrus. Yet she couldn't satisfy herself like this, teeth mashed in frustration.
She continued to rub her haunches together, her sharp ears flicked to the sound of her pussy squelches each time she spat more of her unfulfilled lust shot across the dirt. Realizing this was likely part of Zafire's plan to keep her worked up until it was her turn, the centaur backed her horse end up until it made contact with a column, and rubbed her cunt and asshole on the pillar. Grinded on the hard, yet smooth crystalline surface, with a low moan as her holes stretched to rub it, left a slimy trail wherever her orifices ran circles around, all but driven mad by animal lust.
Her eyes saw the rest of them were no different. Zafira's mouth pressed to Panna's, dominated it when she shoved her thick tongue past her lips and down her throat while she fucked her. She throated her with her tongue, then when she withdrew her lips, a trail of their saliva mixed together to connect their mouths, she then clasped her maw around one of Panna's titties. She nursed it harshly, pulled and suckled on it to the fawn's moans, released it with a pop to collapse back into place and continued to bounce under harsh thrusts when she repeated the act with the other titty.
Groans rose from Harry's belly, his head cast back. Shy and Hugs withdrew their lips from his bear cock but continued to rapidly rub their udders across his precum slick dick, stuck their tongues out, and accepted the thick cumshots he started to fire all over their hair, faces, and tits. Warm, sticky bear semen rained over them, impacted their smooth skin, their eyes forced to close as they were repeatedly hosed down and painted in his spunk, its tart flavor in their overfilled mouths.
They sloshed and swished his bear cum. Traded the chewed up spunk in a series of messy kisses.
Zafire also hissed, the fawn slammed down hard one last time and held in place when she started to pump into her already distended stomach. Stallion cum started to pump directly into her slimy uterus, bloated and overfilled it, Panna racked by more squirts that splashed Zafire's breasts and face, soaked the queen in her essence, physically and emotionally conquered by her marecock.
“Good little bitch~,” teased the queen, her firm palms clasped around Panna's pert buttocks.
“Ch-Chezka's turned,” moaned the almost brain-broken fawn, who felt so selfish after she'd taken the first turn. Gently, after Zafire emptied herself into her, she was set back on her deer hooves.
Zafire nodded, her cock still hard as it throbbed and dripped. “Your turn, centaur. Turn around and bend over.” Chezka shuddered at the reply and winked a fresh, small squirt, her face ablaze. Usually, she'd be insulted by the dominant command, but now estrus made her crazed by lust, and she did as instructed, her palms planted on the column when she titled her chest downwards and raised her horse's ass, her hindlegs spread in preparation. She winced and yelped when Zafira planted a harsh smack on her ass, which rippled, started to poke and tease at her lower holes. “Now, which to use?”
At this point Chezka couldn't care whether she knocked her up or brutally fucked her up the ass. Thankfully, she didn't tease her for long from strokes up-and-down her perineum, before she chose her horsepussy and drove her marecock inside, which made Chezka nicker and splash on her.
Her horse haunches clapped with each violent thrust, pinned and railed by the queen. Her incredible size even dwarfed the three stallions from the herd that once had their way with her!
Fluttershy, she and her partner still decorated in a bear facial, plucked another bottle from Tree's frazzled mane, which she uncorked and rose to Harry's lips. “Drink! It's party time!”
“Good boy~,” said Tree, as Harry downed the lust potion, and his dick swelled back to erectness. “Now you can fuck us all until dawn~!” Flutters had already turned and prostrated herself on all fours to tempt the bear, and Tree clambered atop her in the same position to present her holes.
Immediately, Harry rushed to rear up and mount them.
“Use our asses this time,” demanded Shy, and Harry indeed pressed his bear cock to her pucker, drove himself into her asshole while she moaned. Fiercely, he humped her for a minute, drooled and clenched his muscles, before with a slap on her ass by Hugs to redirect him, he popped loose of Shy's rectum and started to rail her partner's ass too, drilled it with a desperate, bestial lust.
He alternated between them. Traded between the buttsluts like they were pieces of meat, driven by the lust potion, but still with the awareness to not harm them as he clapped their brutalized buttcheeks. They rocked under his humps, their tits swayed, cum-drenched faces twisted in bliss.
Chezka felt Zafira's firm palms cupped her breasts. Grope, knead, twist, squeeze, pinch, slap, and pull them, made the centaur scream her name in ecstasy while she pounded her pussy and made her horse asscheeks smack and bounce from contact with shapely, yet muscled hips.
Finally, with a last, silent cry, Chezka came with Zafire when she buried herself too, and started to dump her payload directly into her womb. She trembled in submission, clenched around her, felt the queen pull on her white, wild ponytail, the feel of her marecock throb deep in her cunt.
She slumped her breast onto the column, passed out momentarily from an overload of euphoria.
The next time she hazily opened her eyes, Zafire had her cock cleaned by Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, who pressed their pussies together and grinded their hips with more wet squelches. They were still masked in partially dried bear cum, whereas Zafire delivered a fresh load on their faces and tits, yanked on their manes to force their lips to meet and trade her cum in their mouths.
Panna openely masturbated to the lewd display, with rapid strokes across her slit and clit.
Chezka felt Harry's paws touch her haunches, sniffed her and hesitated like he wanted permission, and she sleepily nodded. The bear's weight settled on her horse back, his face beside her own when his hips reared and he thrust. Her eyes widened in shock when he pushed into her rectum, but she moaned and settled in for the ride, buckled under the intensity of the beast that bred her silly.
Her cheeks smacked. The Amazons routinely traded partners and positions.
Harry's hips were a blur, when he came inside Chezka's ass, her swollen horse anus filled with ooze that shot out each time she clenched-and-unclenched her ravenously ruined rectum. The bear moved to stake his claim on Panna, who also leaned on a column and raised one of her deer hooves skyward so he could fuck her sideways, the bear's thick dick also driven into her sphincter.
All of them fucked until dawn. Chezka lost count of how many times Zafire and Harry finished in and on them, their smooth, supple skin soaked in sticky, slimy spunk. Currently, Fluttershy sat in Zafire's lap while she pounded her, in a three-way kiss with Tree, who Zafire molested.
“You all pass,” said Zafire, who landed a harsh, yet playful spank on the asses of Shy and Tree, made them yelp and moan in appreciation while she continued to make use of them. “Panna, Chezka, continue to return here each week and eventually, I'll help unlock your true potential!”
“W-we'll be here,” promised Panna, who felt the bear dump his hot load up her ass.
“Count on it,” added Chezka, pleasantly sore after Zafire and Harry had worked over her stretched and cummed in fuckholes. Not even that herd of stallions and their mare could compare!
Satisfied, she rested her cheek on the column, didn't mind when Harry mounted her again and this time sank himself in her horsepussy. “Go ahead...fuck me while I'm asleep...I don't care...” Gentler this time, he nonetheless continued to make use of her, parted her pink walls and drilled her.
She fell in-and-out of her dreams while the bear took her, content.
