Centaur Filly
Centaur Filly
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
The horrible masked men tugged on the ropes tied to the young centauress' wrists, dragging her forward into the middle of the corral. Wrapping an extra knot around her chafing wrists, they staked the rope solidly into the ground, preventing any escape.
"Please, don't do this," the filly pleaded, her eyes wide and wet with as-yet unshed tears.
The men ignored her pleas as they each grabbed one of her slender legs and forced them apart. They then tied her pasterns to a sturdy hobble large enough to keep a draft horse from escaping, let alone a young filly like herself.
"Don't touch me there!" shrieked the centauress as one man grabbed her tail and pulled it to one side, while the other reached in and began to stroke the lips of her vulva until they grew bright red and very slick with her arousal as they started to wink invitingly.
The centaur filly moaned as the thick fingers of the man invaded her, then sobbed in shame as they were withdrawn. The men walked away laughing, then opened the corral gate.
"Come on, stud," called one. "There's a nice little filly here, just waiting for servicing."
The filly trembled in fear as she heard the clop of massive hooves on the hard earth, then stared in shock and fright as the stud came into view. He was huge! Standing eighteen hands tall at the shoulder, the massive midnight black stallion trotted eagerly into the pen, his sides heaving and soaked with sweat from his exercise earlier in the day.
Stopping only a few steps into the corral, the huge stud regarded the cowering centaur filly with ghastly blood red eyes, belying his infernal origins, his nostrils flaring as he scented the air. Giving a whinny, the massive male walked casually over to the filly and nuzzled her budding breasts. She tried to pull away, but the rope that held her staked to the ground made it impossible for her to go far, forcing her to endure the unwanted pleasure that tingled up her spine as the stallion began to lick her nipples with his thick tongue, and then nibbled gently on her hardening tits. Bumping her playfully with the side of his head, the stallion nickered at his new breeding partner and trotted around to her hind end to get down to the best part of the business at hand. He'd done this a thousand times, and he knew the routine like clockwork: let the lady know he was there, get her excited, mount and knock the lady up real good, then hop off and move on to the next mare. Sometimes they struggled and tried to avoid him, just like this filly, but that didn't stop him. The hobble on their legs was too big for them to escape, and even if it wasn't, he knew every trick in the book to bring down a frigid mare and make her burn with desire.
The filly began to sob as she watched the stallion circle her, his huge organ sliding from its sheath and rapidly growing to full erection. It was too big! That thing would never fit! But the stallion seemed to have no qualms about trying. She felt his hot breath on her tensely muscled rump, and whimpered as his nose worked its way under her tail, brushing the hair aside to let him get a good whiff of her. He gave an approving snort, finding her both fertile and quite ready for him, and began to nuzzle her vulnerable sex. She gave a gasp as his tongue invaded her, and began to moan loudly as he pressed his muzzle forward, letting him probe deep into her vagina, making her quiver in excitement as she felt herself being driven to the edge of orgasm. Unable to stop herself, the filly gave a loud cry as the stallion's tongue slithered across her most sensitive places, her whole body tensing as she came for the first time.
Licking his lips, his muzzle wet with her succulent juices, the daemon stallion regarded the filly with amusement as she gasped and panted in the throes of her first afterglow, her nether lips winking madly. But there were others needing his attentions, and he had little time to waste.
Lifting one mighty forelimb, the stallion nudged her legs even farther apart, then easily covered the much smaller filly in one swift motion. She only just realized what was about to happen as he walked forward, his belly sliding along her smooth back with his member aimed like a lance straight at her pulsing vulva. The filly gave a loud scream as his cock found her wet opening and the bulbous head pushed its way in. But this filly was still a virgin and very tight, and so the stallion found it hard to enter her completely. Shifting his body from side to side, ignoring the screams and thrashing of his prize as he serviced her, the stud gradually sank his cock inch by pleasureful inch into her tight virgin pussy until his dangling balls were brushing against the insides of her thighs.
Sweat dripping profusely down her body, getting her as slick on the outside as she was on the inside, the filly was soon reduced to simple moans of pleasure as the stallion began to thrust, making obscene liquid noises as he plowed into her, leaning his whole weight down on the filly to drive his throbbing cock to the hilt in her cunt. The filly came twice more while the stud mated with her before her front legs finally gave in and collapsed, sending her face down in the dusty ground of the corral as the stallion kept sliding his cock back and forth in her upright hind end. He loved the delicious feel of the tender young female's vaginal walls as they gripped him so snugly, making riding her trembling body a delight.
Finally, after an eternity, the stallion gave a loud whinny to tell the whole world that this was his newest brood mare, his prize and property to do with as he pleased, and planted his seed deep in her ripe young womb. The filly gasped as the stud flooded her body with his thick, rich cum, moaning as she felt the potent stallion sperm wiggling around inside her, and came one last time before drifting into semi-consciousness. Waiting until every last drop of his semen was in the willing little female, still stroking himself inside her to coax it all out, the stud dismounted carefully so as not to damage the impregnated centaur filly carrying his daemon brood. Giving a satisfied snort, he trotted back to the open gate. There were many others waiting for him to come and provide for their needs, and the stud was only too happy to comply.
When the stallion had gone the two men hopped off the fence where they had been watching and walked over to the almost unconscious female. The filly drifted into a deep sleep as they carried her off to the stables. There she would wait until she came to term, and then her daemon-sired brood would be released on the world as steeds for the Dark Lords that sought to dominate all that was good.