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Marana had always thought, that being tossed out of her herd was the worst thing that could ever happen to her. After all, even though a centaur is only part horse, the need for safety in numbers, the need to be social was hard-wired into the deepest core of the soul.

But until a few days ago, she didn't even know, just how bad it could become.

It had all started with her coming in contact with humans. The one thing, that centaurs far and wide hated more than anything. Humans, who enslaved horses, who used them in their daily task like mindless beasts. Of course, to a centaur, who was the perfect union of the human cleverness and the strength of a horse, did not approve. Humans were lesser creatures. Weak, slow and dirty little things, who lived among large heaps of their own excrement.

Horses, well, they were even worse. A beast, which was strong enough to kick a human to death, willingly taking to enslavement by a human, of all things.

Therefore, both races were far beneath a Centaur's dignity. They, and they alone were the perfect union of strength, smarts, wisdom, beauty and endurance. Far above those simple things that they resembled in parts of their body.

Mingling both with humans and their horses therefore, even if it came from simple curiosity, had gotten Marana kicked out, the second the Village Elders had found out. "A centaur never lowers itself to speak to a human on equal terms. We are better than them. In every sense." She had done even worse. Since she had been driven by curiosity, she had adopted a "needy" pose, someone, who was "eager to learn", like one would have done with a distinguished scholarly Centaur. But she had done that with a mere human, therefore setting herself below their status. That was bad, bad Juju, in the eyes of the Elders.

Marana sighed as she walked across the plains, seeing the smoke of human settlements in the far distance and halfway down the gentle sloping hill, a herd of wild horses. "Stupid", she muttered, and not even she herself was quite certain, who she meant by that. Herself, for inquiring all the aspects about the human-horse relationship, herself for getting caught, the humans for having such a strange relationship with the horses, or the centaur Elders, who had such a backward attitude and were strict enough to kick out a curious teenager just this side of being a child. She still had had the innocence of a foal, when she had done her mistake. But the Elders had judged her guilty of treason nonetheless. It was stupid, there was no doubt about it. Archaic rules, which were hundreds of years old, and only colored the world in black and white. Guilty or not. Right and Wrong. And although it had been a unanimous vote, the Voice of Balance had spoken the deciding verge and cast her out. Two years ago. She had been devastated at first. But slowly, painfully, she had grown used to being alone.

Sort of, anyway. There were still things, that bugged her. Things, that made her long for company. Especially lately. She had grown, had gotten older, had become a young adult. Her body had strengthened and hormones had caused her fur to change. She had lost the dull reddish-brown color and had managed to acquire a beautiful red chestnut color with occasional flashes of fox red in them. Her breasts had started to appear, forming themselves into admittedly small, but well rounded, beautiful orbs, dotted by perky nipples. And with all the changes that came at the brink of adulthood, had come the intense, soul-wrenching longing for company. She wasn't quite sure what kind of company she wanted. There was a longing inside her, that she couldn't quite put into words. It refused to even take a certain shape, so she could pinpoint it and try to quench that thirst. Something inside her, some part deeply buried inside her, longed for something. For company. For someone to snuggle against. Someone to hug her and... do something else.

An equine snort escaped her as she shook her human head, tossing her light brown mane back and forth. "Dammit", she whispered. The longing was there. She could feel it deep inside her. There, buried somewhere under all that chestnut colored fur, something lurked inside her gut. Somewhere in her lower abdomen, something clenched painfully, whenever she thought of the lack of company. Sadness rushed from there toward her chest, caused her heart to ache and her legs to move on, searching for... whatever she was missing.

Her green eyes flew to the human village and she pondered whether or not she should go there. The humans she had talked to had been nice. Kind. But she knew, that they probably had been the exception. And who knew, what they would do to her in that settlement? Would they put her in front of a device that she would have to pull? For hay and grass and other things? Would she have to work all day long to try and survive, like the horses these people owned?

The thought caused her to shudder. It sounded dull and meaningless. She needed freedom. Needed to roam, that much she had learned in the last two years. She needed to walk and run and be free. Like the horses down in that slope. With one hand she tossed her light brown mane out of her eyes and watched the herd. It would be dull company, she knew that. But it would be company at least.

There it was again, that strange longing sensation. Something inside her clenched, muscles pulled taut, sending a sense of need through her body. "Better than nothing", she thought as she approached and flinched as she heard a crunching sound from under her right hoof. She froze, her gaze flying down. "Apples!" she gushed, not even having realized that she had walked straight underneath a tree that was laden with fruit. She looked up and around, plucking fresh produce from twigs and heartily biting into the first one with a satisfying crunch. Sweet, juicy sap filled her mouth and ran down her chin. She wiped it off with the back of her hand and bit down, relishing in the perfect mixture of sweet and sour. For a few moments she stood there, watching the herd and crunching her apple, when suddenly the penny dropped.

The apples surely were a sign of the gods that she was supposed to stay with the horses for a while! It was obvious, that was why she had stumbled upon both the herd of horses and the apples. It was self-explanatory, really. They were lowly beasts, of course. Nothing more than mindless animals. But they were company, no doubt about that. Plus, there would be safety in numbers, bodies to cuddle up against and someone she could run the plains with. Perfect!

With quick hands she grabbed more apples and started trotting down the hill. "It's only until you find yourself a different herd", she assured herself. "No one says that you have to stay with them forever. It's basically a travel arrangement." Now she smiled, happy with her decision and promising the gods, that she would thank them properly for their kind message, when she had the time.

The horses eyed her warily as she approached. They knew humans. And they knew horses. Centaurs, that strange mixture that was human until the area of a normal human's belly button and horse from that point downward, was creepy. The foals unconsciously drew a little closer to their mothers, while the mares moved protectively in front of them, while one horse sauntered over in a slow trot. It was a male, that was apparent. A large stallion with golden brown fur a bright yellow-golden mane and tail, and a thick white stripe from the top of his forehead down to his lower lip. A few steps away from the heard he stopped, tossing his head in a challenging gesture and staring over proudly, ready to defend his mares.

"It's all right", Marana soothed. She had learned from humans, that horses liked low voices, so she kept hers extra gentle. "I'm no danger. Look, I bring gifts."

The stallion stared at her, ears erect and pointing straight at the newcomer. His posture was weary but proud. Thick veins corded his legs, and muscles were bunched tightly under the gleaming fur. In the beautiful sunlight, he almost looked regal as he watched the centaur girl come closer.

Marana slowed her speed as she watched the stallion toss his head and nod slowly. She wasn't quite sure what that meant, but she knew, that lowly animals disliked to be startled. So she changed her speed to a slow, relaxed walk, swaying her hips backward and forward as she moved. "See? Friend", she cooed. And for good measure threw in a "Whoa", hoping that it was the magical incantation that would dissolve the mistrust of the stallion. After all, humans apparently said it all the time.

It didn't seem to relax him very much. But the apples seemed to gain his attention. Marana could see his nostrils flare as he sucked in deep lungfuls of breath. He stretched his head forward and shook it, causing the golden-brown mane to shake wildly back and forth. Now she saw, that there was a single, dark line on his back, connecting mane and tail. With a giggle, Marana watched him pull his upper lip high, exposing large yellow teeth and slowly moving his head back and forth. "You look funny", Marana muttered, now confident, that the apples were indeed a sign of the Gods. She tried and failed to suppress a giggle as the horse briefly closed his mouth, licked his upper lip, chewed and showed its teeth again with that funky looking lip-curl.

"Is that how you say hello?" Marana giggled and tried to imitate him as she approached. Now she was close enough to feed him an apple on her outstretched hand. The stallion waved his head back and forth for a moment, then took the apple into his lips. With quick, audibly plopping sounds he moved his lips forward, deftly moved it between his teeth and bit down, causing sticky juice to run over Marana's fingers. She squealed a little when the stallion sucked the rest of the apple into his mouth, nudging her fingers briefly with his thick, pink tongue. For a while he stood there, chewing, as if pondering what to do next. Seemingly having accepted the strange creature as friendly, he snorted in content, lowered his head and slowly stepped closer.

It seemed to be a cue for the mares in his heard to slowly approach as well and try to snag a treat for themselves. "Here, I got more apples for you." Trying to squish her lip in a way the stallion had done, Marana handed her apples to the mares. They didn't return the gesture and Marana shrugged. Maybe it was a stallion-thing. Still, the mares seemed to be friendly, even going so far as to allow Marana to touch their long, fuzzy faces for a moment before they turned their heads away.

A sudden nudging sensation drew Marana's attention to her hindquarters. The stallion stood there, nudging her softly with his muzzle. He chewed and licked his lips, doing that lip-thing right next to her hind leg. Maybe he was trying to sniff her? Marana shrugged and focused on handing out apples. Just as she was about to give the last one to a black and white one, she felt the stallion again. This time he shoved his nose under her tail. "Hey!", Marana yelled, miming a kick with her hind legs. The stallion retreated, looking at her with what seemed like the patience of... she wasn't quite sure. A rock? A wise man? Definitely of someone who knew a little more than she did. Or someone who knew better? She wasn't quite sure what to read of his gesture. Then again, he was just a lowly animal. Probably she was projecting.

She turned away from him, moving her hindquarters out of the way. By now the mares seemed to have accepted her, at least a little. A golden foal moved over slowly, its neck outstretched as if to sniff her too, without the mother interfering. "Hello you", Marana muttered as she reached out to caress the foal's left ear. "Wh-ah!" She jerked as something warm and wet nuzzled her backside. Directly under her tail. Her female parts. There was a brief sensation, too intense to bear and she automatically shied away from it. "Mind your manners", she hissed at the stallion as she walked away, facing him, so he wouldn't be tempted to stick his nose under her tail again. Maybe it was polite among horses to bump each other there, but she herself didn't like it. It felt... too intense.

Even now as she was staring into the elongated face of the stallion, she could feel where he had touched her. It felt warm and mildly... She wracked her brain, trying her best to interpret the strange feeling. It had felt intense, that much she knew. And something had shot from there into her, into that strange area where she felt lonely. In her lower abdomen. Something had happened and she could feel an odd sense of warmth, an odd pulsation, which seemed to radiate from there on outward. She could feel the muscles on her belly tense and she flexed them automatically, feeling the need to... do something. The warmth had zapped up her entire body to her small, beautiful breasts. She could feel her nipples harden so quickly, it was almost painful. And the warmth had also zapped away in the other direction. Back underneath her tail into the muscles of her pussy. She clenched them, feeling a shudder run up her body and she shook herself. Something was wrong. She could feel the area start to pulsate a little, could feel damp warmth there and the feeling of her own tail brushing against the area seemed to be too much to bear. Unconsciously she stretched her tail away, flicking it and unknowingly causing the scent of a budding pussy in heat to reach the nostrils of the stallion with even more vigor.

He could smell, that it would only be a day or two until she would be so wet, so deep in her heat cycle, that she would beg him to breed her. Already his cock was slowly poking its dark head out of its sheath, slowly elongating and stiffening a little. He flehmed again, licking the sweet odor of unclaimed pussy and blinking in slow satisfaction. Maybe it would only be a few hours. He knew that he had excited her, he could smell the budding arousal in her feminine scent. Judging from the body language of the horse part on her, she wasn't ready yet. Possibly, because she had no idea what was awaiting her, how it felt to be plowed by a thick, long cock such as his. Usually his mares started begging him for dick from the moment their heat cycles started. Well, if she was indeed inexperienced, he would be glad to break her in. Odd horse or no, a pussy was a pussy. And she smelled of need and fertility. And youth. His cock twitched eagerly, briefly zipping up stiffly before relaxing once more and swinging heavily from side to side. Oh he would cream her, would stuff her full of his spunk and knock her up. And in a few months, she would bear his foal. He would persuade her, would force her if necessary. Even if she was some ugly, misshapen mixture of a horse and a human female. She had come to him. That clearly meant that she wanted him to dick her, wanted him to breed her and he would oblige her, honor her with his virile seed and fuck er, no, rut her senseless. She would be so full that she would leak out his thick, creamy seed. Would announce to any mare, foal and stallion that she had been claimed by him. Yes, he thought to himself, licking his broad lips in anticipation. Just a little longer. He could wait.

For a few moments Marana watched the stallion wearily. But since he didn't make any moves on her anymore, she started to relax her guard and stepped away. It had been an odd sensation though. It felt as if that stallion had ignited something inside her. Something that wanted attention. Something, that yearned to be touched and caressed and was now pulsating with need. She turned herself round, trying her best to reach underneath her tail and failing miserably. Whatever it was, it felt strangely good. When she moved her hind legs, she was acutely aware of them rubbing against something in her pussy. She could feel the soft caress, like warm fingers pressing down. For a moment she daydreamed of a centaur reaching the area and letting his digits glide softly over her softly pulsating pussy. Automatically she flexed her belly again, causing something nameless deep inside her pussy. This time she caught it. Her outer lips seemed to open briefly, something moved, sending sparks of hot feelings of need into her body. By now she kept her tail not only away from that area, but arched to the side. Her nipples twinged painfully, causing Marana's hands to fly up to them, cupping the sensitive areas with her hands. "What's going on?", she muttered, hissing softly as the sensitive flesh of her nipples came in contact with the rough skin on her hands. Jolts of pain, no, pleasure, zapped through her upper body, down into that strange center of longing. Her muscles flexed, creating that soft squelching sound again.

"Must...hgnnn, not..." Marana lifted her hind leg and pressed it powerfully against the other in a strong, squishing motion, trapping that strange flexing, fiery thing between her thighs and pushing down hard. A jolt of excitement exploded out from there, drawing a soft moan from her human lips as she gyrated a little, then placed all hooves back on the ground, her breath elevated, her legs a little further apart. Need. She needed...something. Something that she wanted. Something that she liked. She needed it to live. Was it hunger she felt? Thirst? She wasn't sure.

Once more, she could feel a huff of breath underneath her tail, blasting briefly over her pussylips and causing a caressing, tingling sensation. Marana jumped a little, her legs miming yet another kick as she hopped away from the stallion. She knew, that he was doing that to her. She knew, that it was him causing it and that he wanted to do something. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she wanted it. "No!", she told herself, "You mustn't. You can't. He is just a lowly, dirty animal." Squaring her shoulders and fisting her hands, she resolutely stepped away from the soft muzzle. Whatever the stallion wanted from her, she didn't want to give it to him. It was wrong, she knew it. She knew, that it was bad to do that something, whatever it was, with him. Being in the presence of the herd was all she was willing to opt for. The need to be among other individuals was all right. Caressing them was all right. But having him touch her there was quite something else and she was neither ready, nor willing to do that. Despite the fact that she needed it, longed for it. "No", she told herself firmly. "You don't. Whatever that was, it is over. It is not going to happen again. Just cool down and wait."

But it didn't cool down. And waiting turned it from a little spark into a full blown agony. The feeling of longing intensified, the longer she was with that herd. She could feel the gaze of the stallion on her at all times. Not on her persona, but on her rump. She could feel him watch her, burn that glowing center of need with his piercing gaze. He was always around her, hovering nearby. Occasionally he came closer, making another attempt at getting underneath her tail. The sensation increased, causing it to become harder and harder to chase him away. The part, that wanted him to be there, to do whatever he wanted, was steadily increasing. The same way, that the strange feeling of longing was forming a tight, hot little ball of need inside her lower abdomen, she knew, that she would probably give in sooner or later. But she couldn't move away either. It felt like physical pain to try and get away from the stallion for more than a few meters. She couldn't bear it. It felt like pain in her chest, in her heart to be too far away from him. So she stayed with the herd.

Slowly over the next few hours, the sensation increased steadily. Twice she caught herself staring at the stallion. Not at him, but at his penis. That thick, snakelike shaft that was twitching and flaring up, waving back and forth as if greeting her, beckoning her. Twice she caught it standing hard and erect for a moment or two, before it went flaccid again. And all the while the stallion was watching her, staring underneath her tail at that wicked center, that seemed so deeply connected to that feeling of longing.

The night was painful. She slept only briefly, never more than napping. There were strange images haunting her dreams and when she woke, it was with that intense, pulsating sensation between her hind legs. When dawn finally broke, she was close to tears with relief. She had had the worst night in her life, felt drained, needy and hungry and thirsty for something. The twitching, flexing sensation of the muscles in her pussy was an ever increasing center of need, of warmth and damp, creamy, glossiness. She could feel something squish obscenely between her legs when she moved and spent more time pressing her legs together and moaning softly. Her nipples ached as the sun went up, plunging the new morning into golden gleams. Dew drops glittered on blades of grass and Marana wondered, why those sparkly dollops looked so appealing to her.

Once more she saw the stallion flehm close to her. She could see him nodding his head up and down. She watched him stretch his head toward her pussy and the voice of reason inside her head was screaming at her. "No! Kick him! He is a lowly animal! He can't touch you there. Especially not right now, when you are so vulnerable, you have to..." the voice of reason was drowned out by a deep, guttural moan. She could feel the stallion nudge her swollen pussylips with his upper lip and froze mid-breath. Something hot and wet snaked out of his muzzle and licked through her sopping pussy, gathering the moisture there and causing Marana to draw in a sharp breath. Her back arched as she involuntarily leaned backward, trying to get him to touch her again. It had felt so good! The tickling touch had sent a thick wad of heat into that center of lonelyness in her lower abdomen and she moaned, wanting more of that. Whatever it was, she needed more.

The stallion obliged and nuzzled his upper lip briefly between her pussylips, prodding the soft, sopping wet folds powerfully before he drew back a little, stretched out his tongue and caressed that thick bulbous clit right as it flexed outward.

Marana moaned deeply, every rational thought gone from her mind. She spread her legs wide as the needy sensation intensified. She knew, that she had to have more of that sensation, knew that she would die right here and now if she didn't get it. When the stallion drew back from her quim, she felt a sudden stabbing sensation in her heart. "No", she gasped as the golden head placed itself heavily on her rump. "Please", she whispered, leaning back and trying to get him to repeat the motion that he had done earlier.

The stallion reared up on his hind legs, resting his chest on her rump. She could feel the muscular front hooves clamp down around her hind legs and she gasped, licking her lips sensually with her pink tongue. "Yes", she whispered as she felt those powerful legs squeeze down on her. It felt so right. It felt as if she had waited all her life for this moment. The stallion should have been heavy, but he wasn't. It felt as if he had just the right weight, just the perfect weight to feel comfortable, wonderful, powerful. Marana's hand flew to her lips as the stallion stepped closer, depositing more of his weight on her rear. She could feel something hot and hard press against her rear. It felt like a staff of iron wrapped in silk. She moaned, brushing her fingers over her lips and caressing them, biting down softly and wishing, that she had something to do with those thick, plush lips. Her nipples ached and with the other hand she cupped her breast, wincing a little from the intensity of the feeling.

"Yes", she breathed, as she felt that iron rod creep closer and closer to her aching pussy. Thick rivulets of femjuices were running down her dark netherlips, greeting that hard cock with wet, sloppy kisses. Her breath caught as she felt that iron rod catch on something. "There", she whispered. "No, he is an animal, a lowly, dirty beast, you mustn't", the voice of reason shouted inside her. It was shoved out of her mind with the same force that thick, huge cock penetrated her. There was a brief catching sensation as it entered, then it went all in, squelching wetly as the enormous meat stick displaced the sopping wetness of the needy quim. Marana drew her head back and moaned whorishly. She could feel the huge fat cock open her up, could feel the thick veins that rippled along the silken surface. They brushed along her folds as the stallion thrust forward, plowing more and more of himself into the breeding bitch. Neither of them noticed the thin trickle of blood that followed the contour of the enormous horsecock and fell onto the ground.

Deeper and deeper it went until the stallion hilted himself fully inside this new, greedy cunt. It pulsated hotly around him and she could feel that dirty bitch flexing hard on his cock, already milking him eagerly, begging him for sweet release. She was nothing but a bastard hybridization of a horse and a filthy human, but that cunt was hot and wet and greedy. Tight like a vice and so viciously hot. He could feel the hard nub of the clit pulse against his balls as his breeding bitch flexed, beckoning, begging him to seed her. Just to make sure that she knew who was the boss, he jerked his head downward and bit her hard into the fur that covered her spine where the horse half met the human one. Then he retreated and started plowing her hard, pressing her young, filthy breeding body against him and controlling her with his powerful front legs and his teeth to keep the lowly bitch where she belonged. His balls slammed noisily against the squelching wetness and he could feel that she was so wet that droplets of her femjuices ran down his dick and dribbled onto the floor as he fucked her hard and fast. Over and over he pulled her viciously against him to meet his hard thrusts and be the perfect fucksleeve that he neede her to be, slamming his balls against that bitch button and grunting heavily as he prepared to unlaod his balls deeply into her.

Marana whimpered as she felt the stallion's enormous dickmeat retreat. "No", she wanted to whisper, but her voice was failing her. Then that huge cock slid back, plowing her hard, entering her deeply and spreading her wide. She moaned, then shrieked as she felt the stallion's teeth in her skin. A needy groan erupted from her plush lips as the pain was chased away by another deep, long thrust. She could feel him fill her out, could feel that deep, horrible thirst ebb away as she was plowed hard and fast. Still she was caressing her face with her hands, cupping her breasts and fondling her nipples, unconsciously adding to the pleasure that she was feeling. The stallion was thrusting hard enough to cause her entire body to shake as he was riding her, fucking her hard and fast. She arched her human half backward, unconsciously knocking the stallion away from where he had bitten her. Then he was there again, his powerful lips closing around her left nipple, drawing forth another piercing shriek of ecstasy. The rhythm intensified as the rutting beast fucked her mercilessly, thrusting harder and faster. Marana could feel herself climbing a hill that she hadn't known existed. Her deep, guttural groans swiftly changed into breathless whispers, then half-suppressed whimpers as she went up that hill, hard and fast and reckless. Then she could feel something spread her wide, and her eyes flew open. Her vagina, already spread so much, was suddenly pushed even more by something hard and thick and ring-shaped. One more thrust with this strange, flaring plug caused her to spasm wildly. She gasped and whimpered, her first orgasm in her life almost knocking her off her hooves. She could feel the stallion's tongue brushing over her nipple, intensifying the sensation as she twitched and rocked, her muscles spasming in strange, jerky rhythms. She could feel that pillar of horseflesh inside her being squished and clamped down on, could feel the stallion thrust in once more, hilting himself so deeply that she didn't even know it was possible. Heat erupted into her. She could feel a thick spurt splatter into her twitching, grasping nethers, could feel the muscular spasms milking that radiant heat away from where it splashed against a barrier, could feel it being drawn deeper inside her. More and more gushed forth, started sloshing around inside her as the flare barred the way back, allowing only for one way to go: deeper and straight into the womb.

Marana gasped as she lay there, her human half draped limply backward over her horse back, half leaned against the stallion's powerful neck. The lips had let go of her nipple and it twitched back where it belonged as more and more hot wetness gushed deeply into her center, finally quenching that horrible needy sensation that she had felt. She could feel the stallion grow heavy on top of her, but it was a beautiful, welcoming heaviness. Her legs were shaking, but she couldn't bring herself to shake the stallion off. For a moment they stood there, frozen in the aftermath of their needy rut, the pillar of cockflesh nestled against the cervix of the breeding bitch. Then she felt that dick shrink, slowly drawing the flared tip back and out of her and she missed it the instant it vanished. Eventually it retreated so far, that only the enlarged flare clung on to the still clamping, jerking pussy. For a moment it hung there as if unwilling to let go. Then gravity took over, pulling the limp dick out of it's hot embrace. Tight, sullied pussylips clamped shut, sealing like a vice on the burning hot load of cum that had been dumped into it.

The stallion groaned, his eyes half closed. He felt transformed into a rubbery limp version of himself. Slowly his body keeled over, his hooves sticking out strangely as his legs slowly gave out under him. Then he slid off, landing heavily on his front hooves, feeling satisfied. His dick was slowly dribbling out bubbly leftovers of cum as it shrank back into its sheath. The stallion lowered his head and took a deep whiff of the enticing mixture of pussyjuice that was so laden with his own virile cum. Once more he flehmed, then shook his head in relaxed satisfaction. That cumdump had been exactly what he had needed. That stupid halfbreed abomination was not exactly worth his precious cum, but she had served by scratching an itch. Maybe, if she was a good breeding bitch, he would honor her once more by fucking her and emptying his balls into her. Dumb and ugly, but a good way to relive himself, when all the other mares weren't in season.

Licking his muzzle contentedly, he lowered his head to start to graze. Yes, he was willing to tolerate the fuckglove. He was a benevolent ruler over his pride, after all.