Queen of the Amazons

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.”