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Part Two

Marana stood as the stallion had left her, hind legs spread wide as if she was peeing, pussy clamped shut tightly on that hot load that seemed to simmer inside her. She was covered in a sheen of sticky sweat, breathing hard from the intense, unexpected excitement and shivering on the aftermath. Eventually, slowly, she allowed her front legs to buckle, depositing her unceremoniously and painfully on the ground, because her muscles were too exhausted to do it softly. For a moment she sat upright, her legs simply folded underneath her, the human half swaying slowly back and forth like a drunk. Then she let herself keel over, rolled on her back in a very human manner, her front legs resting on her equine chest, the hind legs sticking awkwardly into the air. For several minutes she lay there, busy catching her breath and too overwhelmed with everything that had happened.

There was of course the voice of reason, that was still screaming in the back of her mind over having lowered herself so much, to let a filthy, stupid animal rut, even breed her like this. But it was warbling in and out of focus, sharing the mental receptors with those parts of the brain, that were thinking: "Wow! What a feeling!" and busily sorting through all the sensations in her body. She had felt the cum sloshing around so deeply inside her as she rolled over and even now it gurgled deeply, giving her a feeling of fullness and satisfaction. Her pussy was still twitching rhythmically, rocking that playload softly and she could feel waves of happiness run through her body. Her nipples relaxed a little from the diamond hard, painful level of excitement to a more pliant, softer version of themselves. So soft in fact, that Marana's own excited breath tickled on the sensitive nubs. A giggle of pure, unadulterated happiness erupted from her throat, causing her body to rock softly back and forth. She felt happy and light, truly relaxed for the first time since she had been kicked out of the herd. Lazily she closed her eyes and stretched first her legs, than her back and belly luxuriantly, like a spoiled cat on a silk divan. Hooves stomped softly around her, assuring Marana, that the herd was still around. Safety in numbers, just as she had been longing for. Surely she could snooze a little and catch up on the sleep she had missed in the night.

"That was quite beautiful."

Marana flinched and rolled over, jerking into a half erect position, then quickly scrambling onto her hooves as she saw, who had spoken.

He was a Centaur, just like her. Powerfully built, but lean to the point of being underfed. With chocolate brown fur and black mane and tail. His face was stunning in its appearance, with bladed cheeks, sparkling eyes and a thick, scraggly looking beard. He was a Roamer, a young Centaur without a herd, just like herself, that much was obvious from the fact that he had numerous hoof-shaped bruises on several parts on his human body. All of them were in varying shades of blue and green, showing of a not too recent encounter with other specimen of their kind.

"A little disgusting, I admit," his deep voice rumbled, "A Centaur and a horse." He made a disapproving clucking sound with his tongue. "Shame to see such a beautiful Centauress lower herself to such a filthy crime against nature. Breeding with a horse." He shook his head in a mournful sort of way. "Shame. Real shame."

"Who are you? And what do you want?"

"Name's Denn." Here he paused, looking disinterestedly over the herd of horses right behind Marana. "What I want is easy: I want to do you. Just like that golden boy here did." He jerked his head in the direction of the white-golden stallion, who was eyeing the intruder wearily and moving between his mares and the newcomer. Denn looked at him for a moment, then back at the young thing. "Wanna tell me your name at least? So I know, who to keep quiet about, when meeting our kind?"

"What do you mean?" Her heart, so happy a few moments ago, was now hammering excitedly in Marana's chest and threatening to climb up her throat to vacate the premises in a desperate attempt to escape.

"Well..." Denn cocked his head to one side, inspecting his fingernails. "Would be a shame if I ever mentioned, that I saw you getting fucked by a horse, wouldn't it? Even more of a shame, if that Centauress ever tried to get back to civilized society, where rumors of her disgusting encounter with an animal were floating around." He looked at her slyly from the corner of his eye. "Imagine, what would happen, if someone were to, say, give a good enough description to point you out of a crowd. Detailed enough for other people to recognize you."

"You... you wouldn't" Marana breathed, her heart now locking down her throat in another desperate attempt to escape the situation by simply choking her to death.

Thick, black eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "Wouldn't I?" One hand was draped deftly over a lean, hairy chest in a gesture of pure innocence. "Well I guess, I wouldn't dare. For the right motivation. I guess, I could be convinced..."