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They could have warned her about the minotaurs. No sooner had September trotted into the grimy cave, and she was hit with that overwhelming wall of scent that came with their presence. Sweaty leather hides like that made the air thick with dangerously arousing musk, swimming all over her skin as much as it did her senses, making her feel coated, practically violated after a mere few minutes within their lair, filling her mind with forbidden thoughts unbecoming of someone as proper as her before she even laid eyes on the source of it all.

The centauress ran her fingers through her blonde hair with a huff, and up and down her smooth sides. She hadn't worn anything for this journey, given how confining clothing could be for someone like her, but she was regretting the lack of protection. Without it, those damned scents seemed to cling right to her bare hide, as if marking her merely by standing in their presence. The minotaurs themselves weren't even present yet, as far as she could tell. Her mind was getting hazy as the travelled into the deeper tunnels, but she surely would have heard the heavy falls of hooves that announced them, even in a dulled state.

There were only a few of them, but it was enough to keep her mind swimming with thoughts of their taut, toned bodies all steamy and masculine. Such a thing shouldn't even have worked so well on her, given they were bulls and she was half horse. Yet as she softly trotted on, she found herself starting to flag her tail, her pussy starting to flex and wink as it gave forth a light coating of aroused juices. More than just turning her on, she was falling into a heat. One that came with an aroma broadcasting all around her, subtle to her yet all but seizing any male in the vicinity by the throat and demanding attention.

Farther in, and she was finding the effects growing debilitating. A savage tingle ran from the base of her tail, right down towards her back hooves. And she was dripping by then too, her puffed sex keeping constantly glazed with the renewing coating of her fluids, flowing more and more steadily the longer she kept in that intoxicated state. She stopped on the spot, bit her lip, and stomped a single hoof. Such an irritation, such an overwhelming distraction when she had a mission to finish, hidden there within that labyrinthine cave. But every second she spent stewing in all that fragrance, the more she was risking herself. It wasn't just the risk of humiliation, but of being outright bred if she wasn't careful to fight off her rising need. If it took over, there was no telling what she might have allowed herself to do.

She caught herself just as her eyes began to lose focus, her mind wandering, her upper body slouching back as if she were settling into a luxuriously hot bath. Those beastly bulls were just up ahead. She could hear them thumping about, huffing, grunting. No small part of her burned with the urge to simply throw herself to them like a piece of meat, to stride up unarmed and soaking wet with her tail lifted high, and to let them have everything they wished to take from her. She relished the thought of giving up on her royal dignity and simply being ruined by those crude beast-men, until she was sloshing and possibly even knocked up by their potent seed. It would have been bliss.

But she knew she mustn't. Even if it meant she was going to have to abandon her quest for the sake of her own decency. She turned tail and made her way back out the way she came, and swiftly. First a trot, then more of a jog, then a solid run that had her hooves loudly beating against the warm stone floor beneath her. The musk was still clinging to her, and she was still dribbling a steady trail of clear fluids, still emanating the pure warmth of a mare in heat while she fought off the urge to simply stop and find something adequately stimulating to rub her hind end against, just to break free of her sloppily lusty mood an move on with her day.

Even in the daylight, her thoughts remained clouded. Leaving the cave and those minotaurs behind had only kept her from being pushed over the edge, from breaking. It hadn't restored her own willpower or focus any. She wasn't any less vulnerable. She was hot, flexing, letting out shaky little breaths as she stood there surveying the landscape. A horselike snort through her nostrils, and she pressed on, trying to think up a way to explain why she had to turn back without being too explicit about it. The words simply couldn't seem to form into a complete sentence in her mind as she crossed an open field, her hooves hitting the dirt harder than they usually did in her frustration.

She thought nothing of hopping a small river that was in her way, her powerful legs easily making the jump. Though it wasn't long that she was pacing along on the other side that she heard a distinct noise from somewhere near her. An equine whinny, one of an agitated horse. Soon after, there came hooves, pounding the soil steadily in approach. And then along came a scent, the rich aroma of a potent, wild stallion wafting out towards her as the source revealed himself from the trees.

There was no sign of sentience nor domestication in those brown eyes that gazed at her. He was a wild horse, running free and following his instincts. And those instincts told him that there was a mare in a juicy, needy heat before him, even if her upper half didn't quite look like what he was used to. She looked him over, gazing up and down those golden-brown flanks, admiring the way the sheen of sweat upon him highlighted his ample musculature. Not just any horse, but a mighty stallion, one much larger and surely stronger than her.

Despite the size he had on her, he remained gentle as he trotted forth, tossing his black tail, snorting out. From close, the warmth coming off of him was even more potent. She had only begun to push her haze back down, and she near immediately felt that corrupting influence on her thoughts springing back to life. More than just numbly aroused, she became powerfully, desperately horny within seconds in his presence. Her whole hind end was flexing taut with needy contractions, and she whimpered out as she looked him up and down.

She knew she could resist it. She was a princess after all. But it was going to be a great effort, a strain upon her system. The first step was to slowly back away. Every step she took, he got a little closer. Not aggressive, not even touching her in any way, but staying close, so that she wasn't free of his musk no matter how far she went. Backpedalling wasn't going to cut it, so instead she just turned right around and began to pace forward. That just had him dipping his head down near her nethers, so that she could feel his hot, steaming breath puffing against her folds. She hadn't even realized how clearly she was presenting herself, with her tail flagged like that. It couldn't have been what it seemed to be - she'd never give in to a simple beast!

That pink and black shaft, with its blunt tip, its flare, its ring, those massive balls bouncing with the slightest motion... it was all giving off the kind of musk that was near to making her cum right there on the spot. Her legs were going numb, barely under her own control anymore. Pressing forward, she found a particularly sturdy tree and grasped at it once her legs finally collapsed. It wasn't that she was exhausted - but merely that she couldn't stand the struggle of pushing down her desires any longer. Her body just gave in, and in her vulnerable state, the stallion could easily take advantage..

She could feel her willpower cracking like glass, irreparably damaged by his mere presence. He was patient at first, standing there tall and thick, but his cock was flexing with an increasing urgency. It pressed up against his belly as it grew rigid, stretching out to its full length, starting to dribble a breakingly potent strand of pre. September bit at her lip so hard she flinched, and she finally just sucked her chest in and began to pull herself back up to a standing position. Her tail was still held high, her cunt was still clenching and winking right there in front of him. Her legs were far too shaky for her to flee, and so there was nothing she could do about it when he mounted her.

There was no teasing, no buildup involved. He was an animal built for power, and breeding, plain and simple. She locked her legs, keeping them as stiff as she could while he unceremoniously planted himself on top of her. His first few thrusts were inelegantly clumsy, prodding here and there over her backside, failing to find his target. Just feeling him throbbing up against her bare rump, spreading all that thick pre across her skin, was making her forget to breathe as her entire body ached with searing want, until she was ready to buck and kick, losing control of her own muscles in her primal, uncivilized fervour. She shouldn't have let him, she knew. She couldn't. It was a dirty, shameful thing to copulate with an animal like him. But she couldn't bring herself to protest, nor to struggle. He was too big, too powerful, and far too tempting to stop him from having his way with her.

She beat her hooves against the ground beneath her, digging deep divots into the dirt once his engorged lance finally found its mark between the soaking folds of her winking mare pussy. Her response was to toss her head back, moaning towards the sky, scaring the birds from the tree above. Her legs buckled at first, but she found her strength renewed through the great relief that washed over her just to have that burning desire finally satiated. At least to some extent. She was in wild need for a fat cock shoved into her cunt, and the stallion certainly satisfied that as he buried himself balls deep in her sloppy pussy within seconds. But she was still winking, still shuddering and gasping. She needed more than just his dick - she needed every single drop of seed that she could possibly milk out of those great big swinging nuts slapping against her hind end. No matter the consequences.

And she no doubt was going to pay for it. Especially when she was worked right into that unbearable breeding rut, in something beyond just heat, if such a thing were possible. Shame burned at her cheeks. Her head was swimming, trying to think just what this submission, this violation would mean for her. Though she certainly knew he couldn't understand her, she channelled some of her frustrated energy into simply making sharp demands of him.

"Yesss... yes! Don't you stop. Don't you even think about it, you big sweaty stud... breed my marecunt like you mean it. Get it all out."

Maybe he didn't know what she was saying, but the spirit of her words wasn't lost on him it seemed. No sooner had she finished her gasped orders and he was bracing all that equine muscle, then pounding forth with a barrage of impactful, claiming thrusts, spanking his balls against her splattered folds and adding an excessive amount of pre to the steamy mess, pouring from his broad slit in generous gobs. She could feel them slicking her up inside, making her notably wetter even as she was close to gushing. All she could do was lay her head back, close her eyes, and moan with every thud that came to her taut hind end, finally getting fucked by a worthy stallion after resisting her urges for so long.

He wasn't gentle. Perhaps he too was lured into an altered state by the scents she gave him, in turn fuelled by his own musk and arousal. A recursive cycle of making each other hornier. Every time he pounded into her, splattering the accumulated juices all across her rear, soaking the skin dark with the mess they were making together, she only got more wildly excited, and that compelled him to fuck her harder. A beast like made minimal effort to keep from breaking her, slamming into her with such ferocity that it would have simply destroyed a lesser creature. But she was was built for this, made to be hammered into that screaming, senseless state as her voice echoed forth with a constant crooned note of lewd gratification.

She needed his cum. Needed it, wanted it, would fight for it if needed. But that wasn't going to be necessary. She was gritting her teeth as she felt him grinding, bucking, pummelling her pussy with much more rapid thrusts, every single inch of cock but the last few buried inside her as he shook her to the very womb with his resonant rutting. Her grasp upon that tree before her became instead a pounding, striking it with her closed fist as she felt herself finally clamping, contracting, sealing deathly tight around his every inch as she whimpered towards an incendiary peak that tested her ability to cling to consciousness.

Her voice wasn't gone just yet. She sucked in a deep breath and gave a final pronouncement of her pleasure, stopping every few words to refill her lungs with the hot musky air that wafted all around their mating like a tainted cloud.

"Yesyesyes... fuck me you stud... fuck me in the cunt... pound me stupid... cum in me... bred me... fill me with your perfect seed... do it... don't stop... give me every fucking drop you've got sloshing around in your big fat nuts you dirty fucking animal..."

Either she had some sort of control over him or he just happened to be ready, because she got exactly what she asked for. Whether she was prepared for it or not. The initial gush was hot, thick, and went along with some powerful pulses of all that horsemeat, the tip flaring out within her. After the initial shock of heat, she instead felt intensely cooled as his seed flowed into her by the bucketful. It plastered her womb, it hosed down her insides, and it just kept pumping out of that potent sack, splatter after splatter, filling her and finally dousing that fire that burned within her. The squirming, the desperation faded in a puff of pleasure, and instead there was only the tingling climax that roared to to life. Her pussy became a vise, clamping down and refusing to let go. And then came the squirts.

It was more than just one. Her body seemed to simply seize control of her, her hips jumping and bucking all on their own as she gushed forth with a fragrant deluge of mare juices all over the stallion's entire underside. She soaked him just as well as he swelled her with horse cum. Some of it went splatting back out of her with her intense squeezes, milking out all those hotly scented fluids in her pleasure. She was slumped completely down against the tree at that point, as if her upper half had simply ceased to function, but for the crying out. Shrill and sharp, she put those pipes to work until it sounded like she was calling for help. But that was only the wild thrill of getting all her aching needs finally fulfilled.

There was a strong possibility that he had just knocked her up. Her womb itself was stretched out with the sheer weight of all that seed sloshing within. Maybe it wouldn't work, maybe their species weren't similar enough. But if he was a proper centaur, it would have only taken a drop in her intense heat, and he gave her gallons instead. She felt swollen, engorged with his fat load, and she could feel their mingled mess running down the back of her thighs, right down to the grass below. She imagined what it would be like to carry his foals, to feel her belly round out and expand with a wild animal's offspring. The most carnal of desires, the most basic need of the flesh, and she'd traded all her dignity for a big fat horse dick.

If she had any regrets, she certainly didn't show them. Instead, she just flexed her insides around all that meat, and gave a stern snort through her nose when she felt him softening. She sounded much like a full mare herself with that. Just what did he think he was doing? Softening, pulling out after only fucking her once? Absolutely not. She was beyond words at that point, but she communicated just fine, stamping her hooves, raising her fluffy tail a little higher, and grinding herself back and forth against him as if to do all the thrusting herself. Her overwhelming need had fizzled at least somewhat, but that didn't meant she was done savouring in the pleasure of a proper stallion dick plowing into her blazing folds.

He got the hint. As much cum as he'd given her, as much of an utter mess as he'd made of the both of them, he firmed right back up again to that full, throbbing length, and adjusted himself back into position. This time, every thrust came coupled with a ludicrously sloppy splat of sweaty, cum-soaked underside to her backside. His seed was left squirting off in all directions, marking down the grass around them in the musky scent of their sopping wet rutting, sure to linger for a while, to let all who passed knew what happened there.

As her sensitive, tender folds got pounded once again, she felt herself slipping. Not into single-minded lust this time, but rather into mindless submission. As much as she had insisted on this second round, it was breaking her in a whole new way. If she was going to be bred like an animal, then she was going to start feeling like one. She couldn't even think in words after enduring several more minutes of oversized stallion nuts playing their sloppy percussion on her rear, and her eyes were crossing, blurring, then simply rolling back. She couldn't keep her mouth closed, her tongue was left limply hanging over her lower lip, an unflattering strand of drool from the tip. Hardly befitting of a princess, but she could hardly be called a princess any longer. Just breeding stock.

She felt the tension building, felt the throbs in that lengthy horsecock growing more rapid, more rigid, until it was like a stone rod being plunged in and out of her squeezing depths. The mess had grown to untold proportions, covering a whole circular radius around them, soaking into the soil and marking nature down with the scent of horny horses as if they owned the very land. Her entire backside was darkened by how wet she was, and the sprays had reached right up to her human skin as well. She wore his mark like a fine, aromatic oil. But there was no time to relax in that warmth. Not when her loins were screaming to a climax all over again, still tingling with the afterglow of the previous peak, so that every rapid contraction sent such a pleasant shock through her she almost collapsed.

This time, she didn't manage anything so impressive as her previous cry. She mostly groaned, sounding like her brains had simply been fucked right out. Stupefied. It went along with her open mouth curling into a dumb grin, and she just drooled her way to another graceless orgasm, sopping her messy juices all over that thick spire of black and pink pumping her like a piston. She emptied out much of the cum he'd given her, sending it jetting down his body and her own with the pressure, but that didn't matter. There was plenty more to give her.

Once he thumped his way to another flooding climax, he simply snorted, gave one last particularly hard buck forth, and then held his every inch inside her quivering cunt while he unloaded another outpouring of rich, virile cum. Just as much as before, competing with the previous load for position as it sloshed its way inside of her womb. She was stretched and loudly sloshing after a mere few seconds of enduring his wild breeding, and when she overflowed it was as noisy as it was immensely musky, the cum she already carried made extra potent by its marinating inside her a while.

They held that position for a time. Puffing at each other. As crude as they were, she enjoyed the sound of his snorts, blowing hot air against her back. One of her legs finally did buckle, and he took it as indication to pull out of her. His cock, newly softened, flopped down along with an even thicker torrent of cum. Her pussy was left completely white, folds concealed beneath that many-layered frosting that clung to to them. A steady drip-drip was the only sound for a while, aside from her own catching her breath. She waved her tail some, fanning the hot scent of horse sex, and she did her best to pull her head up, using the tree for support until the bark began to loosen from its trunk.

She peered back at him, just standing there, looking proud and majestic as his cock swung limply beneath him, coated with the results of their breeding. His cum all but tingled inside her, still intensely hot, and just as potent. It would have been enough to impregnate a hundred mares. She slowly waved her hips, simply listening to it slosh back and forth inside her, and she gave a long, hot groan to announce just what she thought of her newfound submission.

Maybe she could someday go back to being a princess, delicate and pampered. But everyone was going to know what happened. And she wasn't truly finished with that rut. It had awoken something within her that wasn't going to be satisfied with one session. She could already feel the fire building, the cooling embers crackling to life once more. The stallion paced back into the trees, his duty done, his seed spread. At first she followed him, reaching over to stroke at his mane, soft and silky and streaked with the sweat worked up in their coupling. But she couldn't go with him. She was still a princess, despite the sopping cunt, and she had her people to get back to.

Explaining her failure alone was going to be difficult enough. Even more challenging would be explaining just what had happened to leave her in that soaked, sloshing, heated state, smelling of a wild stallion's cum. She avoided anyone she knew on her return, instead opting for a proper wash before even chancing speaking to anyone about her adventures. And even then, no matter how she scrubbed and soaked, the smell never quite left her. He had left his mark. In more ways than just a scent, she found in the weeks to come.

In time she returned back to her usual role, as her gentle and decent self. But the craving still came to her now and then. At night, she thought of huffing, sweating horses. Not just her own kind, but pure, bestial strength, pounding away at her haunches. She thought of testing the stamina of the bigger, most virile of beasts, lifting her tail for the most blunt and brutal of them all. And when her worries were confirmed as valid, and her belly began to grow heavy and rounded with the offspring her breeding session had indeed given her, she even thought of returning to the wild. The choice between staying to explain how she had degraded herself with a savage beast and setting out to truly embrace her animal nature, becoming simply a stallion's swollen slut for all her days, that was one she was just going to have to think about.