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The long threads of Fuchs’ equine tail fluttered gently as a calm afternoon breeze weaved and curled its way through the flat, treeless landscape, rippling in the sea of crops stretching out on both sides of the lonely dirt road. The chestnut haunches of the centaur knight gently swayed from side to side as he walked, the hefty saddlebags resting on top of his equine half jingling and chiming as their metallic contents – Fuchs’ armor – shifted along with his steps. The pleasant scent of ripening wheat, fresh soil, and roadside dust tickled the stallion’s nose, further reinforcing the sensation of tranquility that enveloped the red-headed centaur. The late summer sun was carelessly casting down its rays from the bright blue sky, although a frontier of murky clouds was starting to arise from the east.

Fuchs looked around, spotting nothing of note in his surroundings aside from an old scarecrow emerging from amongst the fluttering crops. For the first time in a long while, he was traveling all alone.

It had been a few weeks since Fuchs, along with his friend Bernard and their temporary traveling companions Josefine, Armena, and Niclas; all three fellow centaurs, had arrived in Milensdale. The village centaurs had promptly started trading their goods, exchanging high-quality quilts for salt, bundles of horse hair for medicine, and lots of other stuff that was hard to come by in the woods and fields surrounding their home encampment. Meanwhile, Fuchs and Bernard had taken the opportunity to relax and look around the small, picturesque town which neither of them had previously visited.

They wound up loitering around in the area for a whole two days waiting for the three centaurs to sell off their goods, despite having no particular reason to since they had only agreed to escort them to Milensdale and not further. During that time, Fuchs naturally took advantage of his last opportunity to enjoy the company of Armena and Josefine and their exquisite mare cunts, which had actively soothed the centaur knights’ equine urges for the better part of their journey. He had spent half of his last night on his rear hooves, furiously mounting both of them to work all the extra lust out of his system before they eventually parted ways the next day.

Leaving Milensdale behind their hooves, Fuchs and Bernar continued westward. They followed the main road for three days, eventually arriving at Luykia Crossroads where the road got split by a less-maintained path stretching from south to north. There, it was time for the two knights to part ways. Bernard desired to continue west and onto his hometown of Rakstyd as he reckoned his family should be informed about his run-in with the dryads and how he had gotten himself transformed into a satyr. Fuchs, on the other hand, wanted to continue south as the two had initially planned but understood why his friend wanted to take a slight detour.

The two had said their goodbyes, and Bernard assured Fuchs he would catch up with him in a week or two, depending on how long his family would question him about his new appearance, and how the weather would permit him to travel southward.

It had been around nine days since then, and Fuchs had ventured deeper and deeper into the south. Currently, he was strolling about the fertile flatlands of Garanthav; an area known for its quality farming goods across all the neighboring territories.

About two full weeks had passed since Fuchs had lasted mounted a mare, or pretty much anything for that matter. Having had no shortage of mare rumps to mount for the better part of a few months, from his visit to the centaur village to his journey to Milensdale, the chestnut stallion had abruptly found himself in an awkward spot with no reasonable outlet for his powerful male urges. With his centaur libido, going cold turkey on sex hadn’t been exactly easy.

The first day after leaving Milensdale had been the most difficult. Although Armena and Josefine weren’t around to prod Fuchs’ desires with their bodies, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering into places that strongly stimulated his sheath. Bernard had had plenty of opportunities to crack jokes about Fuchs’ equine endowment flopping around all over the place as the two of them had made their way toward the crossroads. Fuchs had endured his urges until the evening when he had had to discreetly go behind the bushes and jerk off to have even the slightest chance of catching any sleep. On the second day, his cock had already been more reluctant to leave his sheath on its own, and his thoughts hadn’t been fully occupied by mare rumps and leaky equine cunts. However, he did again masturbate at the end of the day to calm down, and also to avoid accidentally blasting his foals all over Bernard in case his dreams were too stimulating.

The day the two knights had reached the crossroads, Fuchs’ desires had mostly calmed down. It had been both strange and refreshing to not constantly think through one’s cock as Fuchs had gotten used to doing among his own. With no erection-inducing distractions, he was able to enjoy the other, simpler things in life, and appreciate his rapidly changing surroundings to a whole new degree.

It had been a good while since Fuchs had felt more like a knight, or a human, rather than a centaur. He felt like himself. The person whom he had been for the majority of his life before visiting the centaurs. It was a pleasant, nostalgic feeling.

Without any pressing purpose dictating the direction of his hooves, Fuchs had been wandering the vast plains of Garanthav visiting the many small villages and farms dotting the area. The flatlands were mostly peaceful, and there was very little demand for the services of a knight, allowing Fuchs to take his time relaxing and absorbing the inherent beauty of the surrounding nature as well as the traditional architecture of the fractured farming settlements.

That was until he had arrived in the village of Lokshaw. The people there didn’t appear to be the slightest bit perturbed by the presence of a centaur, which had not been the case in the previous farming communities. Instead of curious stares and general astonishment, the village folk had greeted Fuchs like any other traveler, which the knight had found most strange upon his arrival. However, after spending some time touring the village and chatting up the locals, Fuchs came to learn that there was another centaur living on a nearby farm, which was why the villagers had been so nonchalant about his visit.

Fuchs had understandably grown curious about this other centaur. Herdless individuals were quite rare among the half-equines after all, Fuchs having never met another aside from himself. A part of him – namely his sheath – had initially gotten excited about the prospect of this other centaur being a mare, but after asking around some more, the villagers had confirmed him to be a stallion. Regardless, Fuchs was more than keen to meet the stallion in question and had promptly inquired directions to the farm where the mystery centaur supposedly resided.

The thatch roofs of Lokshaw were mere small patches of gold on the horizon behind Fuchs’ back, as the chestnut stallion now walked towards his unknown destination. The villagers had pointed him toward the west, telling him that he was sure to find the farm if he continued along the same road. The estate was apparently among the largest in all of Garanthav and thus almost impossible to miss.

Fuchs had already been walking for over an hour and had yet to come across anything other than open fields, scarecrows, and lonely stake shacks that stuck out from the sea of crops like old shipwrecks. With no farm in sight, the knight was getting close to questioning the directions given to him, wondering if the simple peasants had mixed up east with west. But after another fifteen minutes or so of brisk walking across the picturesque countryside, the copper-haired stallion was able to see something of interest on the horizon.

Three large buildings, each painted red and decorated by a skilfully laid shingle roof, stood in a wide semi-circle, the biggest, most imposing one of them residing in the middle, its sturdy white pillars and tall rectangular windows being visible from a great distance. The northernmost building was of intricate design, seemingly combining the features of a granary as well as a normal house. Half of the house was simple and barn-like, while the other half was built similarly to the main building, utilizing the more eye-catching features of the local architecture. It was likely that the building was meant to act as a granary as well as lodging for the farm’s employees but Fuchs couldn’t be sure.

The third building towards the south appeared to be a stable. It was a large rectangular building with multiple sets of double doors decorating its red flanks, each of them wide enough to allow animals of any size to enter and exit. A long, jagged fence enclosed an area almost the size of a small lake on the structure’s southern wall, a large herd of horses galloping and grazing around the vast enclosure. There was even a small pond towards the east of the fenced area, its still water glimmering beautifully in the distance as Fuchs approached the estate.

On his journey across Garanthav, the knight had passed by many different farmsteads but none of them had been quite like this one. It wasn’t long until Fuchs came across a wooden sign, carved into the shape of a galloping horse which read “Embermane Ranch” in gilded cursive letters.

Passing the sign with an inflated sense of curiosity, Fuchs kept on walking along the wide dirt road until he bumped into a pair of farmworkers, a man and a woman, who were busy digging a wide ditch on the left side of the countryside pathway. The man appeared to be somewhere in his forties and donned a mighty dark beard on his wide chin. His head was covered by a big straw hat and he had rolled up the sleeves of his cotton shirt to expose his muscular, tanned peasant arms which held a rusty shovel. The woman was visibly younger than the man, probably even younger than Fuchs. She had long, blonde hair which was tied up in a single, thick braid that nearly reached her waist, descending along the back of her white cotton blouse. Her front was covered by an apron, meant to shield her checkered skirt from the dirt which flew a bit all over the place as she capably swung a rusty hoe with surprising vigor.

Fuchs guessed them to be a father and a daughter.

The two stopped working once they heard the hooves of the centaur knight tapping against the road. Raising their eyes from the dirt they both greeted Fuchs by raising their right arm and offering the stallion a welcoming smile. Neither appeared to be particularly surprised by the fact that Fuchs was a centaur.

“Afternoon sir!” The man raised his voice, wiping his forehead with his wrist as Fuchs stopped next to him and his daughter.

“Good afternoon!” Fuchs replied, bowing his torso ever so slightly. “My name is Fuchs and I’m a knight from the province of Ganrun. With whom do I have the pleasure of conversing?”

“A knight are you? We don’t get those here in Garanthav quite often. The plains are mighty peaceful you see. No bandits, no monsters. Just the occasional wolf or two, and those we can take care of ourselves.”

“So I’ve been told.” Fuchs chuckled, turning his flank so that the man could see the emblem of Ganrun on his saddlebags. The man raised the brim of his hat and appeared to recognize the mark of Fuchs’ knighthood. He hastily took off his hat and bowed clumsily.

“Pardon me sire! The name is Ewryn. And this here be my daughter Lucille.”

The blonde girl smiled and executed a neat curtsy. Fuchs nodded at both of them.

“Charmed! Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”

“Not at all, sire! I’ll be happy to help!”

“I assume that you work for the ranch? Could you tell me who owns it?”

“That would be Mister Elgar. Theodore Elgar the second. His family has been raising horses on these plains for seven generations already. A respectable man. Married. Two daughters. Pays well and treats his workers right. The steeds he breeds here are renowned across the entire kingdom.”

Fuchs furrowed his brows, searching his memories for the name Elgar, but to no avail. Then again, Ganrun was much further in the north, and there was a good chance the ranch didn’t do business outside the few neighboring territories.

“I see…” He muttered, nodding his head. “Then do you happen to know if the ranch also employs a centaur? I recently passed through Lokshaw and the people there told me this would be the case.”

“Ah~ So you’re looking for young master Snow then.” Ewryn nodded his head knowingly. “Aye, he lives here. Reckon he’s currently working in the stables with the young miss Lilly, Theodore’s oldest. They should be tendin’ to a pair of our prized fillies if I’m not mistaken.”

Fuchs elevated his eyebrows as a careful smile crept onto his lips.

“Thank you Ewryn! Then I shant bother you or your beautiful daughter any longer.”

Ewryn smiled and tipped his hat at the centaur, while Lucille blushed deeply and avoided looking at Fuchs.

“Farewell! I’ll make sure your master knows about your help.”

Fuchs picked up the pace, feeling excited about meeting another centaur such as himself, who lived outside the comfort of their herd. He cantered his way towards the ranch, greeting some dozen farmhands who he met on his way, being welcomed by warm smiles and curious glances just like any other visitor the knight reckoned. The ones most interested in him were a pair of young stallions pulling a cart of hay, who stopped and stared at him with their big brown eyes as he strutted past them.

Making sure to walk along the designated gravel pathways of the vast yard between the three large farmhouses, Fuchs trotted his way to the one he assumed to be the stable. His guts churned with the familiar sensation of nervous excitement, prompting the knight to hesitate slightly once he reached the first set of double doors that appeared to be open. Fuchs stopped, took a deep breath, and quickly checked that his hair, shirt, or lower half didn't appear too disheveled from his journey. After quickly combing through his reddish mane with his fingers, he entered the stable.

The vast building smelled of dry hay, dirt, and horse fur as Fuchs walked inside. The knight immediately felt nostalgic for the atmosphere that reigned inside the stable, as it was almost universal for all buildings carrying a similar mantle. The floor was a combination of dirt and sturdy birch planks, the insides of the dozens of pens being mostly of earthen floor, while the walkways in between were decked with wood. The inside of the stable was at least thirty feet high, with an array of thick beams, vertical, diagonal, and horizontal supporting the gently arching roof, above the roomy hay lofts and horse pens. Dust particles lit up by columns of sunlight floated lazily in the air, adding that extra bit of comfort and tranquility to the quaint stable interior.

Fuchs erected his spine and looked around. The stable appeared to be empty.

Unsure if it was fully appropriate of him to simply barge into and strut about someone else’s stable, Fuchs contemplated if he should try making his presence known before proceeding further inside. But just as the centaur was about to open his mouth, he heard a noise echoing over from the other end of the long building. It was the whinnying of a horse, and what sounded to be a pair of hooves thumping against dry wood. The distinctly equine sounds were quickly followed up with muffled conversation, the content of which Fuchs was not able to make out from this far away.

The knight perked up his head and began wandering towards the distant voices, making sure to roll his steps on the wooden planks so as not to make too much noise.

“There we go! That’s Azalea taken care of! Good girl! Why don’t you go over to Misty and have a drink from the trough? Good girl!” Spoke a bright female voice at the back of the stable.

“That only leaves Laran. Do you think you could take care of her in the same go, or do you need some time to recover?”

“I’m good! But we better be careful with her, since she was pretty antsy last time. I have a feeling she doesn’t like me very much.” Spoke another voice, this one distinctly male.

“I’m sure she’s just nervous. This is just her second-ever heat after all. She’s incredibly meek on the pasture. She will make a great mom I’m sure.”

Fuchs listened to the conversation from a distance, slowly approaching the two voices towards the western end of the stable. There was another whinny, this one belonging to a horse that was clearly agitated.

“Easy girl! Easy! It’s okay… It’s just Snow. You know Snow don’t you? You like him, right? Yeah… Everyone here likes Snow… Just calm down…” The female voice soothed the agitated mare who snorted and scraped the planks with her hooves.

“Told you!” Said the male voice.

“She will manage. Let me just… Tie her to this pole so she doesn’t get too wild…”

Fuchs was now close enough to see the mare and its two caretakers, one of whom had the lower half of a horse like him. Neither of the two appeared to have noticed the chestnut stallion as he snuck forward on the dry birch planks like a thief, growing ever curious about what was taking place at the back of the stable.

A muffled, gentle sound suddenly made rounds in the wooden structure of the stable’s interior, prompting Fuchs to stop on his hooves and flinch out of sheer surprise. The sound was soft and carried a hint of wetness in its reverberations, soon sounding again from where Fuchs could see the centaur, mare, and woman. It was a sound which the knight knew all too well, and which he hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.

It was the sound of a winking mare pussy.

“She’s ready for you. Go for it!”

“Yes Ma’am!”

Fuchs watched as the stallion with white fur reared behind the dark mare and promptly mounted the female equine. He could also see the male centaur’s bright pink stallionhood swinging up and towards the she-horse’s jet-black hindquarters.

The mare did not appreciate the centaur stallion’s efforts at all and started thrashing about in her bridles which bound her to a sturdy post in the middle of the stable. She whinnied and tossed her head, prompting the human woman with fiery red locks to grimace and take a step back.

“Easy girl, easy! Just let Snow mount you and it will be all right!” She tried to soothe the agitated horse to no avail. “Can you manage it Snow?”

“She’s moving too much! I could really use a hand back here… Or two if you would mind.”

“Okay, okay! Just keep her restrained with your legs so she won’t kick me!”

Fuchs continued approaching the bizarre scenery, remaining in the shadows as the rest of the mounting unfolded in front of him. The red-haired woman quickly slipped behind the mare and grabbed the male centaur’s cock with both hands without hesitation. The stallion twitched and promptly leaned in towards the mare, allowing the woman to guide his tip to the mare’s sex. The mare whinnied but appeared to calm down just a little bit as the dark-haired stallion held her steady between his forelegs, entering her with the assistance of the female farmhand.

With about half of the fleshy stallion dick disappearing inside the onyx mare, the young woman quickly backed away from the two pairs of horse hips and beckoned the centaur to start, which he did. The mare snorted and shook her head as the thick equine cock started getting pumped back and forth within her cunt, tugging on her bridles as the ashen male’s strong hips began bucking against hers. Fuchs twitched and froze for a split second, his ears registering the distinct sound of a squishy mare sex getting a hefty stallion cock plunged inside it; a sound which was quick to arouse certain dormant urges within the knight despite the strange circumstances he heard it in.

The silver stallion, who Fuchs assumed to be the Snow character mentioned by the farmworker, was methodical and efficient in his mounting. The movement of his hips lacked the wild enthusiasm Fuchs had often witnessed in his fellow stallions whenever they were mounting other mares – centaur mares – and his expression told much of the same tale, remaining mostly unchanged throughout the act. There was barely an ounce of passion in it all. It was just a function that needed to be performed, a job that needed to be done with little regard for how enjoyable it was for either party. And yet, neither Snow nor his less intelligent bride appeared wholly unsatisfied by the end, which arrived a short thirty seconds after the act had begun.

Snow grimaced and the female horse snorted as the male centaur eventually ejaculated inside her, dismounting the skittish mare with palpable haste. The unflattering and lewd sound of a swollen flare leaving a particularly wet mare cunt echoed around the stable along with some hoofsteps.

“Good girl~! It wasn’t that bad was it?” The woman hurried to pet and soothe the mare, carefully releasing her from the post she had been tied to during the mating.

“Was that all for today?” The centaur asked, stretching his arms while his erection slowly began to lose its firmness.

The woman carefully guided the dark mare over to the other two, both of whom had beautiful, cream-colored coats and who calmly drank water from a nearby trough.

“Not quite. I think it would be good if you could try to breed them all again later in the evening to ensure they start gestating.” She said as she spun around, meeting Snow’s inquisitive gaze. “Figure that’s enough time for you to recover?”

The centaur smirked.

“I could mount all of them again right now if you wanted me to.”

The woman chuckled and swept a few stray hairs away from her face.

No longer occupied by the mare, the other centaur seemed to pick up on Fuchs’ presence. He perked up his head and quickly swung around, casting a cautious glare toward the chestnut stallion who stood a few dozen feet away next to a modest stack of hay bales. Fuchs could see his expression changing from cautiousness to hostility, then from hostility to surprise, from surprise to doubt, from doubt to mute shock, and finally stunned elation. The woman behind him also noticed Fuchs, elevating her thin eyebrows in surprise as they both stared at their surprise guest.

“Hi!” Snow exclaimed, appearing unsure if he should approach Fuchs or allow Fuchs to approach him first, resulting in an awkward, funny-looking, see-saw dance from the white stallion. He was clearly excited.

Fuchs, still somewhat stunned from having witnessed a mating between a centaur stallion and a regular mare, quickly shook his head and stepped forward with knightly elegance.

“I apologize for entering unannounced. I did not want to bother you while you were busy with… What exactly was it you were doing just now? Assuming you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Snow asked, appearing both puzzled and excited at the same time.

“I was referring to you mounting that mare,” Fuchs replied after searching for the right words for a few seconds.

“Oh, that! That was just me doing my job. Earning my keep at the ranch.” Snow smirked, carefully stepping closer to Fuchs and curiously eyeing the arrival stallion from his hooves to his head. Fuchs did the same.

Snow was young, noticeably younger than Fuchs. The knight assumed the other stallion to be in his early twenties. His bright blue eyes glimmered with a coltish gleam of ignorance and excitability, scanning Fuchs’ body with boundless curiosity. The upper half of his body was well-muscled from years of farmwork but lacked the distinctive mass an older stallion would have possessed, especially around the shoulders, chest, and biceps. The sun had toasted his skin into a healthy shade of light caramel; a tone Fuchs had noticed to be decorating the arms and shoulders of pretty much everyone he had come across on his way to the ranch. His hair was short and jet black, much like the mare he had just finished mounting.

The younger stallion’s equine half also bore the distinct features of youth, his legs being more delicate as opposed to Fuchs’, his withers, abdomen, and haunches carrying less mass, just shy of the proportions of a truly mature stallion. His coat, however, was absolutely stunning. Snow’s lower body was wrapped in shiny horse fur with an immaculate hue of pale silver from his hooves to his withers. The coat was well-groomed and taken care of, much like the luscious, creamy threads making up the young stallion’s tail. It was worlds apart from what Fuchs had gotten used to seeing with the other village centaurs, especially the stallions, himself included.

“I see…” Fuchs nodded, still not fully grasping what the mounting had been about. “But oh, where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself.”

Fuchs executed a quick but nonetheless elegant bow, sliding his right forehoof forward while delicately bending the knee of his left foreleg.

“My name is Fuchs and I am a knight from the Ganrun province. I was touring this lovely territory of yours and happened to hear there was another centaur living on a nearby farm. I wanted to come and see it for myself, seeing how rare it is to meet a herdless centaur.”

Snow’s blue eyes lit up with awe, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hooves, once again performing a strange dance of sorts on the birch planks of the stable floor. The woman behind him also seemed slightly taken aback by Fuchs’ introduction.

“For real? An actual knight?” Snow blinked his eyes, directing his curiosity toward the older stallion’s saddlebags and taking a whole new interest in the sword that hung on Fuchs’ hip. “I didn’t know a centaur could even be a knight! That’s… Wicked! Hey! What kind of heroics have you performed? Have you slain any monsters? Defeated bandits? Rescued any princesses? How did you become a knight? Is that armor inside your saddlebags? Do you think I could try it on?”

A shy smirk rose onto Fuchs’ lips as the eager youngster barraged him with questions. The last time he had been the subject of this kind of admiration was when he had first visited the centaur village.

“Ganrun… That’s pretty far away, isn’t it?

Snow stopped talking as the red-headed woman walked next to him with confident steps. The woman – appearing to be about Snow’s age, perhaps a year or two older – slowly took off her long leather gloves, tucking them into her belt before facing Fuchs, her chin proudly raised and arms defiantly akimbo.

“It is… But not too far.” Fuchs answered with a smile, looking the beautiful young woman up and down. Her hair was red; a shade much closer to crimson than Fuchs’ own mane, flowing elegantly over her delicate shoulders in a wild cascade of curly locks as lush as they were shiny. Her face had a light tan and the bridge of her nose and cheeks were decorated by a few dozen freckles, accentuating the strong wealthy-country-girl vibe Fuchs got from her. There was pride in the hickory hue of her eyes, but also kindness and curiosity. Also very much in character for what Fuchs thought of her based on her appearance.

The woman wore an elegant white blouse paired with a decorated leather corset that slimmed down her waist and propped up her round bosom which was more than pleasing to look at, even with no visible cleavage. Her lower half was clad in an extremely flattering pair of leather pants that sat perfectly on her plump thighs and curvy hips, showing off her womanly figure to its fullest while also being a decently modest choice of clothing. On her feet, she wore tall snakeskin boots with thick three-inch heels and a dozen decorative golden clasps on each boot.

“Oh right!” Snow exclaimed as the woman and Fuchs stared at each other. “This is Miss Lilly! Lilly Elgar! Master Theodore’s daughter and my… Boss of sorts.”

“I’d say we’re more like partners, but in strict ranch hierarchy, I am his superior. At least if you ask my father.” Lilly smirked, offering her right hand to Fuchs. “Nice to meet you, Fuchs!”

Fuchs surprised both Lilly and Snow by taking her hand into his own and leaning down to gently kiss the top of her palm for a formal, knightly greeting of a noble lady.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Lilly giggled, but her stallion friend appeared to frown, even if it was for just a split second.

“So… Anything particular bring you here? Aside from wanting to meet Snow? Has someone spotted a dragon nearby?” Lilly asked, withdrawing her hand.

“Not really,” Fuchs shook his head. “I was simply looking to meet another centaur who lives among humans without a herd. I’m actually one myself in case you haven’t already guessed that.”

“Ahh~ Another solitary stallion, eh? How’d you get separated from your herd?”

Fuchs gave Lilly and Snow a brief explanation of his background. He told them about his unconventional origins as the child of a human noble and a wandering centaur mare and how his grandfather was actually the Duke of a fiefdom in the Ganrun region. He shared his motivations for becoming a knight and how he had become friends with Bernard as well as all the different quests the two had gone on together since. This naturally included their latest journey of Fuchs going on to discover his centaur self, finding the herd in Greenglow, and subsequently living there for a few months, learning about himself. He naturally left out most of the lewd, throbbing details of the encounters he had had along the way, but he had a hunch that at least Snow could guess how much fucking was involved in the ten-week visit to the herd. Lastly, Fuchs told about his journey to Garanthav, and how Bernard had gotten himself transformed into a Satyr.

Both the white stallion and the young lady listened attentively throughout the brief summary of the chestnut knight’s story.

“Wow… So you’re not only a knight but actually nobility as well?” Lilly marveled and shook her head. “You better not say a word to my father or otherwise he will try to push you to marry either me or my little sister. Despite being a centaur you’d still be the most prospective suitor the ranch ever saw.”

“Man… Being a knight sounds just as amazing as all the campfire tales make it out to be,” Snow muttered, staring at Fuchs in a daze of admiration. “You get to travel the world… Help people… And maybe even meet some comely dryad’s while you’re at it.”

Fuchs laughed while Lilly elbowed one of Snow’s marble-hued flanks.

“Well, it’s not always just that… It takes hard work and discipline to be a knight. Not to mention it’s not exactly the safest profession out there. If you like your fur shiny and groomed and your limbs all intact, you’d be much better off living on a ranch like this one.”

“Yup! No place like home!” Lilly smiled. “Besides. We have a lot of use for a big strong stallion here as well. It has been an immense help having Snow here siring strong, healthy foals for all of our girls… The horses I mean. Embermane steeds are known across the entire region for their endurance as well as elegance. No other farm or ranch has a stud quite like ours.”

Snow smiled sheepishly as Lilly slapped his muscular rump.

“Yes… Actually, would you mind telling me a bit about that? Snow breeding with the mares like he was just now. I am obviously not that versed when it comes to equine procreation.” Fuchs finally asked what had bothered him for some time now.

Snow and Lilly exchanged looks.

“Ah! Figures he doesn’t know since he didn’t grow up in a herd.” Snow exclaimed, scratching his dark head.

“And what would a knight know about horse breeding anyways.” Lilly shook hers.

“Centaurs can in fact mate and breed with regular horses. Biologically it just makes sense since both our mares and their mares are equipped with the same genitals; just like us stallions as well.” Snow began to explain. “There are, however, a few rules when it comes to crossbreeding between centaurs and horses. Usually when, let’s say, humans have sex, the resulting offspring is always a human… Unless there is some kind of evil curse involved. And when centaurs mate with other centaurs, the resulting offspring is always also a centaur. This rule does not exactly apply when it comes to horse-centaur procreation.”

“When centaurs mate with horses or vice versa, the female will always determine the kind of child that is thusly conceived. If the mother is a horse, the child is a horse. If the mother is a centaur, the child is a centaur.” Lilly continued after Snow. “But that’s not all! Although the mother determines the biology of the offspring, the stallion’s breed and characteristics always get passed down to the resulting foal. Always.”

“So if we have Snow mount and impregnate any of the mares on the ranch, her foal will be just like Snow. It basically guarantees good genetics for the foal, whom we can then use for further breeding once they are old enough.”

“Yeah! And centaurs do it as well; especially those living in smaller herds.” Snow nodded his head. “To avoid inbreeding, some mares are encouraged to get pregnant by mating with wild stallions, which will then result in a new centaur foal for the herd. This is usually the reason why so many herds have varied breeds of centaur in them. I was actually conceived this way. My mother told me she chose my father – a wild stallion – on account of his stunning coat and strong body. She wanted her child to inherit those traits from him.”

“That’s… Very intriguing.” Fuchs slowly nodded his head. “I had no idea. Although that does explain why the wild horse population in Greenglow Valley was so mellow around the centaurs.”

“What about human-centaur relations? How often would that result in a child or a foal?”

Snow scratched his chin and wore a pensive expression on his face for a while before shrugging.

“I honestly don’t know. Humans and centaurs rarely interact to the extent of becoming physically involved with one another and mating can be… Difficult depending on the pairing.” Snow muttered. “Although if magic were to be involved, I suppose anything would be possible. Do you know if your mother was a mage, or if your parents visited some sort of fertility sorcerer before you were born?”

“My father hasn’t mentioned anything, but I can’t explicitly deny either having been the case,” Fuchs replied.

“Well regardless, I would say that your existence is – and I don’t intend to offend you by saying this – at the very least a big improbability if not a flat-out miracle.”

“I see…” Fuchs nodded his head, soon hurrying to change the subject.

“So… You’re a breeding stud for the ranch, right?” He asked, flashing a teasing smirk at the younger centaur.

“Well… Yeah… I don’t really know how else to put it.” Snow chuckled in response. “It’s nothing too glamorous, but it’s work. Honestly, a small price to pay for the other perks of ranch life.”

“It’s valuable work!” Lilly interjected. “Snow will help us ensure that the next generation of our horses will be stronger, faster, and more elegant than our previous ones. We’re lucky to have him here.”

Fuchs watched Snow blush and awkwardly poke at the birch planks with his forehooves.

“Uhh… Do you think Fuchs could stay here for a couple of days? A-assuming that he wants to, of course.” The bashful stallion changed the subject. “It would be invigorating to have another stallion on the ranch.”

“Why most certainly! If something is valued here in Garanthav, it’s hospitality. And I’m sure father will be absolutely thrilled to have Fuchs here once he hears about who his grandfather is…”

Lilly and Snow cast expectant stares at the older stallion.

“Well… I do suppose I have some time to kill while waiting for Bernard. Whyever not? I’ll happily accept your invitation… But only on one condition!” Fuchs replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “I will not yield to simply staying put and lounging around all day even if I am your guest. I want to make myself useful. So if there’s anything you need assistance with, I demand that you ask me for help. Anything at all.”

Snow’s face lit up and he tossed his tail excitedly. Lilly smiled.

“Very well then, sir knight! I humbly welcome you to Embermane ranch!”

“Thank you, young lady Elgar,” Fuchs replied, bowing his head while smirking.

“Hey, hey! Can I give Fuchs a tour of the ranch?” Snow asked, barely able to keep all four of his hooves grounded simultaneously.

“Sure… But we better go and introduce him to father first. I’m sure he’s just dying to meet him.” Lilly replied.

…

The next few days went by in a breeze. Lilly’s father Theodore welcomed Fuchs to stay for as long as he liked being just as enthusiastic about the knight’s visit as her daughter had assumed. Fuchs was given a large room in the granary; a space that was normally used as a ward for the injured and sick equines of the ranch. It was the only room that could comfortably accommodate a full-sized stallion while also housing a large enough bed for a grown centaur to sleep in. Snow had offered Fuchs his room, which was attached to the stable, but the knight had graciously declined as he was more than comfortable to even sleep outside if the situation called for it.

On his first day, Fuchs was immediately ushered over to the stable’s workshop for what Lilly called a long overdue grooming. There, his lower half had been washed, combed, trimmed, washed again, and finally brushed with three different kinds of brushes all meant to enhance the texture, shine, and smoothness of his coat in some way. After his fur had been meticulously dried and his tail brushed and braided, Fuchs’ hooves had been next. A team of three farriers, one older man, and two young women, made short work of Fuchs’ equine feet, clipping, shaving, filing, waxing, and polishing all of his hooves in a matter of a few minutes. And yet, their handiwork was immaculate. Once they were done, Fuchs’ hooves were smooth, light, and shiny as those of a dapper showhorse.

And that wasn’t even everything.

While the farriers had been working a bearded blacksmith had been forging a set of brand-new horseshoes for Fuchs’ newly trimmed hooves. In no time at all, the bottoms of his hooves sparkled with sturdy steel, the ranch workers once again surprising Fuchs with how well and fast each of them could perform their tasks when tending a horse. Or someone who had the lower half of a horse.

At first, Fuchs had felt a bit awkward getting treated so thoroughly by multiple people nonetheless. It felt strange having so many pairs of hands scrubbing or brushing his equine half, especially when those hands were not shy about cleaning him absolutely everywhere, including his sheath. The grooming – if one could even call it that – which Fuchs usually got was given to him by Bernard who was a knight by trade and by no means measured up to professional farriers and groomers in terms of his skill or motivation. He could comb Fuchs’ coat and shave his hooves to where they didn’t actively bother the centaur but that was pretty much it. Hence, after a while of being treated with the capable hands of professionals, Fuchs managed to relax and started to enjoy himself.

By the end of it all, Fuchs felt like an entirely new stallion. Probably looked like one too. His coat was smooth and shiny just like Snow’s, its chestnut hue enjoying a whole another level of saturation compared to before, appearing more vibrant than ever before. The removal of excess fur highlighted the robust musculature of Fuchs’ Hanoverian half, especially those of his stifles and chest which now stood out magnificently on his chestnut body.

And Fuchs wasn’t even the only person proud of his new appearance. Lilly, Snow, and the farriers all gave him approving nods and admiring glances once everything was said and done.

…

Fuchs spent the rest of the day doing light farmwork around the ranch. He helped Lilly and Snow feed the horses, getting himself surrounded by a bunch of curious equines who all wanted to inspect the newcomer. The herd had barely cared for the feed the trio brought them, as greeting Fuchs had seemed to be their top priority. Afterward, the two centaurs spent a few hours hauling logs to the ranch from the nearby forest. And as often happened between two stallions, Fuchs and Snow had made the thing into a race, seeing who could haul the biggest load to the farm the fastest. As the bigger, older male, Fuchs had naturally triumphed but Snow had kept up with him fairly well all things considered.

In the afternoon Fuchs kept Snow and Lilly company, pitchforking hay in the stables while the younger stallion mounted a few mares with the assistance of his human supervisor. Snow asked the older stallion a lot of questions about his travels and life as a knight, which Fuchs answered to the best of his ability, trying to ignore the fact that his conversational partner was presently humping a horse. Fuchs also asked his fair share of questions about ranch life and horse breeding from the other two. Lilly proved herself extremely knowledgeable on both subjects, often outshining her half-equine subordinate with her raw experience on the subjects in question.

The following two days passed similarly. Fuchs helped around the farm doing generic farmwork; ploughing the fields, hauling cargo from one place to another, and even painting the newly built gazebo behind the ranch’s main building. He spent his free time mostly hanging around with Snow, teaching him sword fighting and allowing him to try on his armor, which was slightly too large for the younger stallion, naturally. At the end of each day, the ranch staff meticulously groomed Fuchs’ fur, further adding to its newfound shine and soft texture. Being treated that way after a long day of hard labor was nothing short of divine.

But little did the knight know what awaited him on his fourth day helping around Embermane ranch.

…

“These are Ayla and Nessie. They will be our clients for this afternoon.” Lilly smiled, tugging on the reins of two mares, who reluctantly followed her inside the large breeding pen. The first mare had a chestnut coat similar to Fuchs combined with a dark mane and tail. Her torso was rather stout as she was most likely a cob. The second mare had a creamy, golden coat, a blonde tail, and a blonde mane. Her body was much more delicate and Fuchs assumed her to be a barb horse, although he couldn’t be sure.

Both mares were beautiful, at least to the extent that one could consider a horse to be beautiful. They sniffed the air with their nostrils appearing extremely wary of Fuchs and even more of Snow who already had his cock out for the purposes of doing his job.

“See that handsome new stallion there? That’s Fuchs. Go on… Give him a sniff.” Lilly spoke softly at the mares, beckoning Fuchs to approach.

Walking carefully next to the pair of female equines, Fuchs slowly stuck out his hand, allowing both mares to brush their muzzles against his palm. The blonde mare whinnied softly appearing to calm down somewhat. The other mare remained wary but did not seem to protest Fuchs’ presence.

“Good girls… He’s a nice stallion, isn’t he?” Lilly patted both mares on the back before turning her attention to Fuchs. “These girls are a bit uppity when it comes to mating. We figured the only way we could get them gravid was to have a teaser stallion distract them while Snow does his thing. It was a good thing you happened to come along. Mares are always fond of the allure of a strange stallion so you’re more than perfect for the job.” She explained. “Now you just drop that cock of yours and we can get started.”

“...Sure thing,” Fuchs said, clearing his throat. He couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed to be asked so bluntly by a lady to expose his stallionhood.

Taking a deep breath, Fuchs dropped his member. The half-flaccid stallion hose swung into view, promptly and unapologetically, starting to rear its blunt head as soon as it felt the caress of the dry air inside the stable.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Lilly raised her voice, disappearing to the back of the breeding pen before hurrying back with a white cotton rag and a bucket of water in her hands. “I figure we could do this while you’re getting the mares ready!”

Fuchs blinked his eyes in confusion. Before he could ask anything, Lilly had already ducked down beneath his abdomen and started scrubbing his dick. Fuchs shuddered and had to really fight the natural urge to rear which abruptly spiked up inside him once the cold, wet rag brushed against swelling his member which instantly appreciated the stimulation. Snow chuckled at the knight’s reaction.

“I just thought since it’s been a while since you’ve agreed to help us I could do you a little favor and give this thing some proper care. Snow told me a stallion’s sheath can get kind of sweaty on a hot day and if you don’t regularly drop your dick it can really accumulate…” Lilly explained nonchalantly, poking the moist rag into the leathery creases of Fuchs’ sheath and diligently cleaning them. The centaur knight shuddered.

“Yeah! If it gets really hot I just let mine hang out. Just have to avoid walking through the fields.” Snow chimed in.

“I uhh… Appreciate the gesture but… “Fuchs was forced to pause and draw in air through his teeth as Lilly splashed some water onto his cock from the bucket, subsequently running her hands along the length of the rapidly swelling horsecock. “...You really didn’t have to bother. Besides, it’s not appropriate for a lady to… Touch…”

Fuchs fought back against the strong breeding impulses of his lower half, freezing into a centaur statue as Lilly – rather aggressively – clasped her right hand around his tip and gave the lengthy mating monster a cheeky tug.

“Touch what? This thing?” She giggled, re-wetting the rag and continuing to clean Fuchs’ shaft. “I’ve done this for Snow lots of times. A little of horsecock doesn’t frighten me… Although… I wouldn’t necessarily call this just ‘a little of horsecock’.”

Fuchs exhaled with his entire body as his cock reached full erection. He could feel its desirous throbs reverberating throughout his equine loins to a devastatingly pleasurable effect. The mares seemed to take notice as well.

“Definitely…” Snow nodded his head, eyeing up Fuchs’ mating equipment. “Those are some pretty impressive balls as well… He’s easily got every single one of our stallions beat.”

“I think you’re right… They do seem a bit swollen…”

Fuchs tensed up as Lilly’s delicate hands felt up the surface of his equine gonads. She gave the bulging pair a light squeeze and seemed to weigh them in her hands before also wiping them down with the moist rag. The cold cloth felt strikingly stimulating on his testicles.

“...Some pretty impressive balls indeed. I bet there are at least a few, strong and healthy foals brewing inside these… You wouldn’t mind siring a couple for us would you…? Just kidding! We wouldn’t ask a guest to do something like that.”

“I got to say… The rest of you is not too bad either.” Snow continued admiring Fuchs from the corner of the pen. “You have very strong equine features on your lower half. I can definitely see why Theodore thought you’d be the perfect assistance for this gig. Heck, if I didn’t know better, I would say your dad was a horse just like mine. Perhaps you have some purebred stallion up in your family tree on your mother’s side… That or your mother was one beautiful mare.”

Lilly spent at least another minute washing Fuchs’ shaft and sheath. The chestnut stallion had no reason to doubt her having done this for Snow multiple times, as her experience in the delicate art of cleaning horsecocks definitely showed. Her touch was gentle but also madly stimulating. Or perhaps that was just because Fuchs hadn’t mounted anyone in a good while. Regardless, by the end of it, Fuchs was at full mast, flaring, and more than ready to mount anything, be that anything a mare or a simple haybale.

“There we go! That should do it! And ah~! It looks like Ayla is all ready for you Snow!”

The raw scent of Fuchs’ erect member appeared to have piqued the chestnut mare’s interest more than just a bit. Her dark tail had moved to the side and she was meekly turning her ample rump towards Fuchs, signaling that she was ready to get mounted. The delicate, moist sound of a winking mare pussy echoed around the stable.

“On it!” Snow waved his hand, prancing his way behind Ayla and jumping onto her back with cold efficiency.

Ayla whinnied. As one could expect, it took the white centaur a couple of tries to hit bullseye on his moist, winking target, which eagerly welcomed the equine cockhead once it finally reached its swollen gates.

Snow groaned and Ayla snorted. The centaur staggered a few steps forward, the weight of his lower half pushing a good two-thirds of his equine member inside the chestnut mare. Snow breathed deep and the horse beneath him whinnied. Then the snowy stallion got to work.

“That was smooth! As expected with the help of a proper teaser stallion.” Lilly rejoiced as Snow hammered his equine haunches against the now extremely meek mare. “And by the looks of it… Nessie seems to be coming around as well.”

The second mare shuffled her hooves carefully and snorted, eyeing Fuchs much more favorably than before. Her tail had also begun to twitch and it didn’t take long for her to also move it to the side for mounting.

“Alright! You four stay put and I’ll bring a couple more fussy fillies for Snow to breed. It would be a waste not to take advantage of such an effective teaser.”

…

Lilly disappeared for some odd five minutes and soon returned with two more mares. One was a dappled, silvery Andalusian, and the other a rather dashing Paint, whose coat was peculiarly almost entirely the shade of cinnamon, with only a few small blotches of white near her rump. The mares didn’t protest in the slightest as Lilly led them inside the breeding pen with Fuchs, Ayla, Nessie, and Snow instead appearing mostly curious about the chestnut stallion and the other mares. It looked like Fuchs’ teasing was already affecting her.

Nessie was starting to grow a bit impatient with Fuchs not making a move on her and aggressively offered her rear to the centaur knight just as Snow finished his business with Ayla. Fuchs got a good eyeful of the blonde mare’s cunt, feeling a titillating sting by his cock which was still erect from Lilly’s intense cleaning.

“I’ll take it from here sir teaser!” Snow huffed, briskly circling out from behind Ayla and jumping on Nessie’s back with only a few seconds in between the two mountings. The mare whinnied and the younger stallion once more got to work, swinging his white haunches against the female horse at a steady pace.

“You know Snow…” Fuchs muttered, starting to slowly walk around the pen to distract his erection. “I have been wondering… Why exactly did you leave your herd? I’m curious since a lot of other centaurs seem quite attached to their community and only a few ever venture into the outside world on their own.”

Fuchs had been curious about that particular fact for a few days now. Every time he tried asking the younger stallion about his old herd, he would always skirt around the question or just dismiss it entirely. But now that Snow had his dick stuck in a mare, he could not pretend to be distracted or leave the situation.

“Well… Uhh… I guess I just… Wanted to see the world. Travel just like someone such as yourself.” Snow hesitated in his reply, Fuchs’ question throwing the movement of his white hips off-rhythm for a while. “When you’re in a herd, you are never really free to go where you want to go. One always has to think of the collective good of the herd…”

Fuchs narrowed his eyes and slapped his cock against his belly, giving the younger stallion a doubtful glance.

“...Well, lucky for you, I’m not an inquisitor.” He muttered after a long, pregnant silence of a squelching horse cunt and the slapping of a stallion scrotum. “If you don’t want to tell me the real reason, I won’t force it out of you.”

Fuchs observed Lilly and Snow exchanging gazes before the younger centaur nervously scratched the back of his head. The young stallion eventually chuckled in defeat.

“Man you’re sharp…” He sighed, increasing the pace at which he threw his hips against the huffing mare. “I suppose I’m just a bit ashamed of the actual reason… It was something juvenile… Coltish if you will. I don’t really regret it but…” Snow fell silent for a while.

“Back when I was with my herd, I was the most desired stallion. And I do not mean to brag, not in the slightest. You see, that herd valued pale fur – white, grey, silver – very highly, which is part of why my mother chose to have me. And as I inherited my father’s fur, I was naturally very popular with the mares.” Snow explained with a solemn expression.

“I practically had a different mare for each hour of the day and could have fucked nonstop from dawn till dusk if I wanted to… And sometimes did.” He sighed. “The problem was that the herd wanted foals. Particularly my foals, once again because of my coat. They didn’t necessarily want me to settle down with a partner and have a child with her but offered me the chance just to impregnate multiple mares, the foals of whom would then be looked after communally.”

The subsequent silence was broken by Nessie’s enthusiastic whinnying.

“But I was still young… And honestly, the thought of having children terrified me.”

“Having responsibility is often terrifying.” Fuchs nodded his head. “It is perfectly understandable not wanting to have responsibilities if you feel like you’re not capable of handling them.”

Snow smiled faintly and nodded in return.

“I wasn’t ready to be a father, so I ran away. It’s a bit ironic since I’ve basically become a breeding stud here on the ranch and already sired dozens of foals. But of course… Centaurs are different from normal horses… And this is something I got to do in order to be of use to the Elgars who kindly took me in.”

Fuchs caught Snow and Lilly exchanging looks yet again. The younger stallion subsequently grimaced and the blonde mare whinnied. Fuchs glanced down and saw Snow’s testes getting pulled up into his groin, followed by the barely perceptible sound of centaur cum splashing the insides of Nessie’s cunt.

“That’s the most of it I suppose.” Snow groaned, dismounting his partner with little courtesy. His still erect horsecock plopped out from Nessie with an exaggeratedly wet noise, shooting a lone rope of his stallion milk onto the golden hay of the pen. “I’ve grown and matured a lot since I first arrived here – at least I hope I have – and looking back on it, I am kind of ashamed to have just run away from it all. I simply wasn’t ready to settle down and start a family.”

“...But now that you’ve met Lilly, you kind of feel like you could be?”

Lilly and Snow both recoiled from Fuchs’ casual comment, both exchanging panicked looks while the chestnut centaur slapped his cock against his belly again. They were both blushing to the extent that it clearly showed from underneath their generous tan and both their mouths were agape with varying degrees of shock.

“Is it that obvious…?” Lilly eventually recovered, nervously brushing her crimson locks while avoiding eye contact with both stallions.

“I wouldn’t say it’s too obvious… But being a knight teaches one to judge other people’s character and read their behavior. I already had a bit of a hunch on my first day, but the last two pretty much confirmed it. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.” Fuchs explained, unable to stop a semi-smug smile from creeping onto his lips. “The two of you are in love.”

Snow and Lilly blushed again as a further admission of guilt. Lilly fiddled with her red curls and Snow simply stared at the earthen floor, poking it with his forehooves.

“I’m not trying to judge the two of you. There are at least a dozen ballads out there about forbidden love between a noblewoman and a stable boy and I’ve pretty much heard them all. Now I’m not much of a romantic but there’s a reason why that theme is as popular as it is.” Fuchs chuckled.

“I’m mostly just wondering why the two of you are holding back… Does Theodore possibly dislike the idea of you two being together or is it something else?”

“I’m quite sure my father knows… He tends to be a good judge of character just like you…” Lilly muttered, her gaze wandering the walls of the stable. “He likes Snow, and I’m sure if we asked he would give us his blessing. As to why we haven’t done so…”

Lilly glanced at Snow and the stallion sighed.

“I’m afraid of hurting her…” He said eventually, Lilly taking his hand into hers as he spoke. “You must know, hell, you must see that human and centaur anatomies aren’t exactly compatible… Our bodies are more suited for… That.”

Snow pointed at Nessie.

“I have my needs as a stallion… And try as she might, Lilly could never fully satisfy them. At least not without risking great harm to herself, which is something I would never, ever ask her to do for my sake.” The white stallion spoke with a serious tone. “And by that extension, the two of us can never have a child. Even if I was able to have sex with Lilly without hurting her, no child would be born from that affair. I was honestly a little elated when you told me you were the offspring of a human and a centaur, thinking that maybe it would be possible for me and Lilly to…”

Snow was interrupted by the cinnamon mare’s needy neigh as she was loudly demanding a mounting.

“But then I thought… What if the child was a centaur like me? It was obvious Lilly’s body wouldn’t be able to handle giving birth to a foal. That is if I even managed to get her pregnant, as I am still quite convinced that your birth was nothing short of a miracle, assuming your parents did not play with magic.”

Lilly rubbed the back of Snow’s hand comfortingly.

“I don’t want to deny Lilly the chance of being a mother…”

“Neither do I wish to deny Snow the chance of being a great father!” Lilly concurred.

“... But what if one of you could transform to be more compatible with the other?” Fuchs asked after a while, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the two lovers, who met his question with confused expressions.

“You see… The dryads who transformed my friend into a satyr… They gifted him a special whistle which they said could be used to lure in other dryads… Most likely since satyrs are hard to come by and dryads are extremely elusive themselves. I happen to have that whistle on me, in one of my saddlebags.”

Snow and Lilly glanced at each other, then back at Fuchs.

“I was thinking, that since they are capable of transforming a human man into a satyr, surely they would be capable of transforming a human woman into a centaur.” The knight quickly explained. “If you wanted to, I could use that whistle to try and meet with the dryads and ask if they would be willing to help you two.”

Fuchs could see the lovers’ eyes lighting up with hope.

“It might take me a while to find them, though. Dryads are known for their aversion towards birch trees, which appear quite dominant around Garanthav. If I were to look for them, I would likely have to venture quite far from the ranch…”

Snow snatched both of Lilly’s hands into his and stared down at her with an excited, hopeful smile. That smile was quickly dampened as the white stallion saw the traces of doubt and worry in the eyes of his beloved.

“Dryads are known to be quite mischievous, but I don’t think they would go out of their way to harm another being.” Fuchs quickly added, understanding why Lilly might have been worried. “Who knows, they might even sympathize with you since they seem to be quite short of satyrs to fool around with.”

The inside of the stable fell silent. The mares snorted and wandered towards Fuchs. The distant clanging of the blacksmith’s hammer could be heard from afar.

“Could we get some time to think about it?” Lilly asked eventually.

“Of course!”

…

A few days passed, after which Snow and Lilly told Fuchs their decision. They were willing to give the knight’s idea a try. At first, Snow insisted on coming along on the journey, but Fuchs refused him, saying that it would be faster if he went by himself. He also made sure to remind the younger stallion that while he didn’t expect to meet any monsters during his search, one never knew what kind of creatures lurked in the uninhabited wilderness. Snow reluctantly accepted, but only after Lilly asked him not to go.

Fuchs packed his saddlebags and left the ranch the following morning. He got up at the crack of dawn and snuck out of his lodgings, making sure to leave before Snow woke up, as he had a hunch the younger, hot-blooded centaur would have tried to come along with him regardless of his promise to Lilly.

Fuchs traveled west, toward the distant Tanrik mountains, the pointy, snow-frosted peaks of which defined the shape of the horizon. The flat lowlands of Garanthav and its open, easy-to-tread fields transformed into a crude, dry steppe beneath the knight’s hooves by the second day of his journey. The terrain oscillated lazily, forming empty, treeless hills and plateaus where lonely islets of bedrock unforgivingly pierced the soil, their surface smoothed by centuries of erosion. Green and grey lichen flourished almost everywhere, crunching under Fuchs’ hooves whilst also decorating the biggest rocks and the occasional scrubby pines that struggled to grow in the infertile soil.

After a day or two, the landscape began to take on a slight incline. The water flowing down from the mountains brought tall wild grass and varying smaller verdure back into Fuchs’ surroundings. The further he ascended, the more he began to come across evergreens, willows, maples, and other trees growing on the mountainside. There appear to be few to no birches, which made Fuchs optimistic regarding the possible presence of dryads in the area.

Delving into the deeper parts of the mixed mountainside forest, Fuchs began blowing Bernard’s whistle every now and then. The small, wooden instrument, the intricate shape of which appeared to have been carved out by nature itself, played a low, slightly sorrowful melody. Every time Fuchs blew into it, the forest around him seemed to sough, even if there was no wind. And yet, for a whole of two days, the centaur was not sought out by dryads.

A week after leaving the ranch, Fuchs eventually came across a serene forest pond, where a large, silvery willow draped over a small oval basin of clear mountain water. The small expanse was surrounded by tall, unyielding evergreens which formed a sturdy, imposing wall around the area, veiling the pond and its surroundings in a mystical, shadowy aura. Fuchs knew this had to be the place. He patiently waited for nightfall, and once the moon was bathing the mountainside with its pale glow, he blew the whistle yet again.

…

“So this will do it?” Fuchs asked, looking at the small, glass vial in his hand, the liquid contents of which sparkled in the moonlight. “This will transform the human who consumes it into a centaur.”

“Yes…” Spoke the fair-skinned, delicate dryad, lounging next to the pond. Her breasts were inconspicuously hidden behind her hair, which draped down her chest and onto the grass, each golden thread long enough to nearly reach her bare feet.

Fuchs watched a pale blue forest moth land on her index finger. The dryad’s mystical eyes somehow appeared to stare at the beautiful insect as well as something thousands of miles away. She wore a faint smile on her lips.

“What do I owe you for this?” Fuchs asked, stashing the vial into his saddlebag while the dryad played with the moth. A bright, ethereal giggle echoed around the moonlit expanse.

“Who knows… Nature will seek balance… A favor will be repaid with another favor…” She spoke slowly, gently blowing onto the moth, prompting it to fly away. Fuchs watched as the fair lady of the forest nimbly rose to her feet, her pert breasts and her hairless womanhood taunting the centaur with how they stood out from her frame. The chestnut stallion stood still as the naked dryad with long, golden hair walked over to him and placed her delicate fingers on his abdomen, where his anatomy changed from that of a human into a horse’s. Fuchs breathed slowly as the dryad circled his body, eventually returning next to the pond where she sat on a large, mossy rock and began combing her hair with her hands.

“My sisters and I shall collect our payment some other time. You may take that potion to your friends.” She spoke nonchalantly, starting to hum a quiet melody as she stared into the pond.

“Is that so…?” Fuchs asked doubtingly, not having expected such an answer. “Might I know what kind of favor I might be asked for in the future?”

The dryad giggled and cast a mischievous smile at Fuchs. The centaur hadn’t expected anything more.

“Then I shall take my leave. Thank you for your assistance.” Fuchs said and bowed his head.

“Farewell, friend of Breyn’s… Or whom you call Bernard.” She spoke, turning her dark eyes away from Fuchs. “Please tell him to visit me and my sisters more often. Some of us are in dire need of a handsome satyr to play with.”

“I’ll make sure to relay the message!” Fuchs nodded his head, taking one last look at the beautiful forest maiden before turning around and leaving the expanse.

…

“Here you go!” Fuchs groaned, digging through his saddlebags and eventually pulling out the strange-looking, beautiful flask that contained the dryad’s potion.

Snow and Lilly stared at the intricate vial containing a shimmering liquid that rested on top of the chestnut stallion’s palm. There were flashes of curiosity, doubt and wonder in both of their eyes.

“I assume you haven’t changed your mind during my two-week absence from the ranch?”

Lilly shook her head and carefully picked up the vial offered her.

“Did the dryads say what it would be like? To transform.” She asked, cracking the seal of honey wax around the vial’s mouth and sniffing the liquid within. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?”

“The dryad who made it assured me the process would not be painful. And from what I’ve heard from Bernard, you might experience some headache and nausea… Although I doubt about the headache since you should not be sprouting a pair of horns during your transformation.” Fuchs assured her.

“Will it take long for the transformation to occur?”

“I doubt it. Bernard said that his took less than thirty seconds.”

“I’ll be with you the entire time, no matter how long it takes.” Snow kneeled down to hug Lilly from behind. Lilly stared at the vial, silently building up her resolve to drink the potion.

“Oh! I suppose it would be best if you stripped down for the transformation. It’d be a shame if those expensive boots and trousers were torn to shreds.” Fuchs pointed out.

The Hanoverian stallion didn’t even have the time to ask if Lilly wanted him to face away before the capable rancher’s daughter had handed the vial over to Snow and begun to undo her belt. She quickly did away with her boots, their many clasps clicking against the floor as she kicked them off her feet, soon after squeezing her thighs and buttocks out of the luxurious linen trousers on her hips. Fuchs and Snow barely blinked as they watched her loosen her vest and remove the white blouse beneath, her perky young breasts soon bouncing out to greet the eager gazes of the two stallions. Last but not least, she wiggled her shapely hips out of some unexpectedly seductive silk panties which appeared almost too fancy compared to the rest of her outfit.

Fuchs politely turned his gaze away, but not until he had seen nearly everything there was to see about the crimson-haired maiden. Not that she seemed to mind. She understandably had something more on her mind than being seen naked by her lover and her friend.

Lilly’s chest heaved as she hastily grabbed the vial back from Snow, who was in a complete daze upon witnessing his lover in the nude. She glanced at Fuchs who nodded his head. She then turned back to Snow, stood on her toes, and pulled the younger stallion in for a deep kiss. She then took a step back, placed the mouth of the vial onto her lips, and drank it.

As soon as the last drop of the shimmering potion had disappeared from the flask, Lilly began to change. She gasped and dropped the vial from her hands as a lush, dark tail suddenly sprouted right above her buttocks. Her whole body twitched and began to shudder. Her pale and delicate human legs began to grow longer. Syrup-hued fur suddenly rushed forth from her smooth skin. Her feet shrunk and morphed into a pair of delicate mare hooves in the blink of an eye. She gasped again as her body began to stretch forward from her hips, a new pair of legs, similar to her transformed ones sprouting forth from her pelvis, which began widening to more equine proportions. She didn’t appear to be in any pain but the rapid transformations to her physique were naturally the cause of some shock to someone who had lived their whole life as a human.

Fuchs and Snow watched as Lilly’s lower half gradually took the shape of a horse, and a very beautiful one at that. Her new legs – all four of them – were long and beautifully proportioned, easily matching the finest of mares on the ranch. Her withers were delicate, proud, and well-defined, as was her rump which was firm and delightfully round even for an equine rear-end. The entirety of her lower half was covered in a dashing coat of mahogany; a hue reminiscent of her natural hair color, only smoother and darker than the more striking shade of red on her mane. Her tail was dark and stunningly long, nearly reaching down to the stable floor once the transformation was complete.

Lilly staggered after the dryad magic had run its course on her, having some trouble getting used to the feeling of having four legs instead of two. Although she didn’t fall, the few moments, where she flailed her hooves and hands around in search of balance, reminded Fuchs of a newborn baby deer. Once she was eventually able to find her footing, she slowly scanned herself with her gaze, looking just as stunned as her stallion. She eventually raised her head and cast a smile of careful elation and wonder at Snow, who could only blink in response.

“Ah~!” Lilly suddenly gasped, stiffening up for a split second. Her body trembled and the two stallions whose brows had become furrowed with concern soon heard the desperate winking of a mare cunt; a centaur mare’s cunt.

Fuchs suddenly felt dizzy, weak, energized, and excited all at the same time. His heart rate jumped nearly twofold in a matter of seconds, his loins grew hot and his hooves became restless. He staggered backward, feeling a searing sensation of arousal piercing his equine genitals like a current of electricity. His cock leaped out of his sheath, growing erect in just a couple of heartbeats, flaring from sheer excitement.

Before Fuchs had recovered from the surprise attack of mare pheromones, Snow had already climbed on top of Lilly’s back. His white hips were helplessly thrusting at the air, his horsecock desperately seeking the new mare’s pussy. Lilly was shaking like a dry branch caught in a tempest, experiencing the full effects of a centaur mare’s heat on her newly transformed body.

Lilly screamed and Snow voiced a miscellaneous grunt as the young stallion’s member eventually found its target, burrowing twenty inches deep inside the virgin mare whose body ached for cock. Both of the lovers’ faces were flushed with fervor as Snow began to thrust, not capable of holding back in the slightest as his equine inheritance took over.

Soon enough, Fuchs was looking at a pair of violently mating centaurs, both of whom were gradually drifting further and further away from reality, lost in the thrashing sea of their own desires. Lilly’s breasts jumped buoyantly as Snow’s strong haunches slammed into hers, his face drawn into a lustful grimace, his eyes gazing somewhere beyond the walls of the stable. Fuchs could hear Snow’s cock plunging in and out of Lilly’s drenched mare cunt which kept on winking against the thick equine cock even as it was in the process of being ploughed by a strapping stallion.

Fuchs found himself wanting to mount Lilly. It was the hardest he had ever wanted to mount anything in his entire life. His cock was flaring and spewing out pre like a broken water pump, and his balls were churning restlessly in the presence of a concupiscent, fertile mare of Fuchs’ own kind.

Fuchs gritted his teeth and squeezed his hands into fists so hard his nails nearly broke the skin of his palm. He had to exert all of his willpower to turn away from the wildly mating centaur couple and ignore every single instinct in his body that screamed at him to do the opposite. He drew breath and launched into a gallop, running out of the stable in order not to lose his sanity and attempt mounting Lilly, or even Snow. He didn’t draw another breath until he was safely outside the stable and had shut the creaky twin doors behind his rump.

“To think she would enter her heat right after transforming…” Fuchs muttered to himself, pacing back and forth before the stable doors, using the movement to distract himself from his raging erection. The knight had no doubts that the dryad’s potion was responsible for Lilly’s sudden heat. He was also quite shaken by how close he had come to losing to his lust just now. Magically induced or not, the effects of a centaur’s mare’s heat were frighteningly strong on stallions.

“Damn it! Go down already!” Fuchs groaned, his cock still harder than rock and constantly attempting to flare without his consent.

Unable to help himself, the chestnut knight soon pressed his ear up against the door, still able to easily make out the muffled sounds of violent mounting. Lilly screamed something which Fuchs assumed to be Snow’s name, and the stallion replied something back to her, Fuchs didn’t hear what. There was a brief period where the audible pounding of stallion hips against a mare rump grew silent, only to pick up again an odd ten seconds later.

Fuchs had a hunch the two lovers would not be doing just a few rounds before nightfall.

Being reminded of the restless state of his erection by a pair of particularly nasty throbs, Fuchs eventually backed away from the door, trying not to think about what was going on inside the stable.

“I guess I should go for a jog…”

…

The afternoon turned to evening and the evening turned to night without Fuchs seeing one glimpse of Lilly or Snow outside the stable. Passing by the stable, one could hear them humping away, sometimes loudly enough to be heard near the main building of the ranch. Fuchs had tried to explain the matter to Theodore as discreetly as he could, but it was difficult for anyone but the most dimwitted individual not to know what was going on behind the big red building’s double doors. Lucky for the knight, the ranch owner was by no means a prude and simply said that the youngsters should be allowed to have fun if that’s what they wanted. He was mostly concerned whether his daughter was physically fine after the transformation, of which Fuchs assured him.

Fuchs eventually went to sleep in his designated lodgings but had himself quite a difficult night, dreaming about centaur mares and being woken up more than once by an enthusiastic equine erection. Upon one such occasion, he wandered outside in the middle of the ranch’s courtyard to go and have a drink from the well. Even if it was way past midnight, he could hear the distant, muffled sounds of the two centaurs' lovemaking being carried by the night breeze. Needless to say, it took him a while to fall asleep again, and the subject of his dreams barely changed from what it had previously been.

…

Fuchs groaned as he poured the chilling water over his head, shuddering down to his tail as the cold liquid splashed down his shoulders, back, and chest. He took a couple of deep breaths and drank the remaining water from the crude wooden bucket he had used to draw the water from the ranch’s central well.

It was early. The sun had just climbed halfway over the horizon, its golden rays not quite reaching the ranch’s courtyard, only the shingle roofs of the three buildings enjoying its warm embrace. The majority of the ranch’s inhabitants were still asleep.

Fuchs sighed and swept his hair back, feeling his body starting to warm up after the cold shower he had used to shoo away his drowsiness. He stretched his limbs, rolled his shoulders, and twisted his torso, alleviating the tension that had set itself into his muscles as a result of the restless night.

Just as he was starting to stretch his neck, he could see one of the stable’s white framed doors get cracked open and a lone character emerging from within. It was Snow.

The young stallion quickly spotted Fuchs in the middle of the courtyard and greeted him from afar by raising his right arm as he began to trot towards the roofed well where the other centaur stood.

“Good morning!” Fuchs greeted him, lowering the bucket back into the well. The wooden container made a splash after free seconds of free fall, and after waiting for a few more seconds, the centaur stallion began turning the rusty winch lever to lift the bucket back up.

“Long night?”

“You have no idea…” Snow smirked, also starting to stretch his bare upper body while the old winch creaked and groaned in between the two stallions.

“How is Lilly?”

“Tired but insatiable.” Snow chuckled. “She nearly fell asleep on her hooves the last time us two… Did it. She’s currently napping in the stable.”

Fuchs nodded his head and offered the water bucket to Snow who began to drink with the thirst of a horse. After downing about half of the water into his throat, he poured the rest onto his back, sighing as his body shuddered from the cold sensation.

“A mare in heat sure is something… Did you know that she would be like that after transforming?”

“No… I suspect a certain forest maiden might have played a trick at our expense.” Fuchs muttered, staring into the well with his arms crossed. “How about you? How are you holding up?”

“Other than sore hips, empty balls, and general exhaustion I’m just perfect.” Snow smiled brightly. “I finally got to mount Lilly like I’ve always wanted to… Mounted her quite a few times actually. I think it is also fairly probable that I got her pregnant since we wound up doing it so much last night, which also makes me happy. But I suppose we will see in a few months.”

The white stallion paused and drank the remaining drops of water from the mostly empty bucket.

“And overall it just felt so good to finally mount a real mare for once. Now I’m almost questioning how I ever managed to go so long without them… I finally feel like a real stallion again.”

Snow’s genuine, young smile was contagious, and Fuchs couldn’t help but start smiling himself.

“Listen… I… We can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for us…” Snow continued, taking on a more serious tone. “Thanks to you Lilly and I can finally be together and start a family. I never thought that the first knight I’d meet would be a centaur and just as noble as all the fairytales make them out to be. If there’s anything Lilly and I can ever do for you, just ask.”

“I’m glad I was able to help!” Fuchs brushed off the praise with a quick nod of his head.

“And uhh… Actually… I was hoping you could do the two of us one more favor.” Snow flashed a sheepish grin towards Fuchs, scratching the back of his head nervously. “You wouldn’t happen to want to… Mount Lilly?”

Fuchs blinked his eyes, unsure if he had heard Snow properly.

“You could consider it as our thanks to you! For all your help!” The younger stallion rushed to explain after witnessing Fuchs’ perplexed expression. “I know it must have taken a lot of restraint for you not to do anything yesterday after she transformed… I mean I barely realized what was going on after I had already pumped a few loads into her. Your body must have reacted to her heat.”

Fuchs neither admitted nor denied what the other centaur was implying.

“If you plan to stay here any longer, you’re going to go crazy if you don’t mount her every now and then. Any stallion would. And although I can’t directly speak for her, I think she could really use the experience. I think she might even appreciate it if a trusted friend helped her understand her new body.”

“...And you wouldn’t mind?” Fuchs asked after staying silent for a while. Snow shook his head.

“I grew up in a herd. Exclusivity isn’t a thing for us centaurs, at least when it comes to sex. All that matters to me, is that I love her and that she loves me.”

“What about her? Wouldn’t she feel like she betrayed you if I mount her, assuming she’s willing to let me do so in her heat? I was quite shocked myself when I first visited the centaurs in Greenglow. Her feelings must be similar to mine, seeing how she has just become a centaur. She still views sex through the eyes of a human.”

“Hmmm… You are probably right on that one…” Snow muttered, scratching his chin. “Naturally I don’t want to cause her any mental agony over the matter.”

The two stallions stood by the well, silently pondering about how they could, at the very least, soften the blow for Lilly regarding her having sex with another stallion. A rooster crowed somewhere behind the main building and a passing breeze blew up particles of dust from the courtyard’s gravel surface.

“...I think I have an idea. It involves some deception and I will need your help, naturally.”

“Oh?” Snow raised his eyebrows.

“We’ll just have to show her the difference between being mounted by her lover and being mounted by a more casual partner. Her body will help her understand how centaurs view the act of sex.”

…

The stable was silent as Fuchs walked toward the breeding pen at the back of the vast building. Mice were scuttling in the hay, and the rising temperature of the early morning caused the wooden structure to creak by its joints. The omnipresent scent of dry hay and horse fur was accompanied by the distinct odor of sex, more precisely of the centaurian kind. And although he couldn’t exactly smell it, the chestnut stallion was certain that the air inside the stable was laden with the pheromones of a mare in heat. He could already feel it affecting his libido before he had even reached his destination.

Lilly was lounging inside the breeding pen, her beautiful red hair disheveled with some hay mixed in with her fiery locks. She was wearing her white blouse, the transformation of her lower half making it look much smaller than when she had previously worn it. The shirt wasn’t buttoned up, and Fuchs could see Lilly’s pale skin and lots of cleavage. She was in a daze, her freckled face reflecting barely any emotion while her dark eyes lazily wandered the surrounding stable, glassy and disoriented.

In her own way, the newly transformed mare was rather beautiful, huddled up against a golden haystack, appearing lost and vulnerable in the morning glow.

Lilly flinched as Fuchs stepped inside the enclosure, opening her eyes wide, standing up hastily, and shooting an excited look toward the approaching stallion. There was lust in her gaze.

“O-Oh! It’s you…” She spoke, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She must have been expecting Snow to return.

“How is everything? Are you feeling all right after the transformation?” Fuchs asked, carefully approaching Lilly who didn’t bother to close her blouse. The stallion could feel his loins starting to heat up in the mare’s presence.

“Yes… I’m… I’m… Everything’s fine.” Lilly answered her mind and gaze both wandering to equal extent.

“Did you enjoy your first night as a centaur? Snow seemed pretty satisfied when we met by the well.”

The mention of the younger stallion prompted Lilly to focus her gaze back onto Fuchs. It took her a while to process the knight’s question, after which she blushed faintly.

“I… I did. It was strange and occasionally even scary… But at the same time… So wonderful. I had no idea a centaur’s desires were so… Intense.”

“They are…” Fuchs nodded his head, turning towards a window and gazing out to the pasture adjacent to the stable. “I was a bit overwhelmed at first when I met with real centaurs for the first time… Sometimes I felt like my dick had more control over my body than my head.”

Upon saying that, the chestnut Hanoverian allowed his stallionhood to drop from its sheath, making it appear as if he didn’t even notice it himself. Lilly did notice, and Fuchs could feel her gaze attaching to his half-flaccid fuckpole before all of it had even slipped out from between his hindquarters. He could hear her gasping, but she refrained from speaking.

“Yeah… The mares I met there for the first time just drove my desires wild. They would be walking around, openly showing off their cunts, looking for a stallion to mount them. It was real strange after spending so much time in human settlements.” Fuchs continued, his cock gradually filling up with more blood, tautening before Lilly’s hungry eyes. “Strange… But undeniably exciting.”

Fuchs casually swung himself back around, his horse genitals following the greater mass of his body, swinging about below his abdomen, dangling in full view of Lilly like a juicy carrot. Lilly still possessed the presence of mind to tear her gaze away from Fuchs’ cock once the stallion turned to face her, although it appeared she struggled greatly in doing so. Her face had become flushed in a pink hue and the nipples on her perky breast were attempting to poke holes into her white blouse with how furiously they stood out against the fabric.

“You didn’t have any trouble with the mounting?” Fuchs asked, turning diagonally so that Lilly could get a better view of his erect colt cannon. “The first time can be a bit awkward, I know.”

“N-no, no… It was… Everything was… It went well…” Lilly replied unable to keep her gaze away from Fuchs’ meaty stallion cock which twitched enticingly beneath the chestnut male.

“That’s good…” Fuchs nodded, clearing his throat whilst simultaneously slapping his cock against his belly. Lilly gasped and unconsciously took a step closer to the horny stallion.

“Young stallions are known to get a bit wild with it sometimes. Being overly impatient and acting with haste… Luckily the female centaur anatomy is well suited for even a rougher mounting.” Fuchs explained, making his member swing up and down through a clever use of his pelvic muscles as he slowly started to circle behind Lilly. The mahogany mare was perfectly frozen, only her eyes keenly following the lewd undulations of Fuchs’ erection.

“I imagine Snow was quite enthusiastic seeing how you’re in heat. A beautiful mare like you will make any stallion lose their mind when she’s like that… Who wouldn’t want to oblige to the call of nature and fuck that kind of mare until she’s nice and pregnant? Fuck her hard and deep in her greedy mare cunt and put a foal inside her…” Fuchs continued, his ever-inclining lust heavily mixing in with his words the longer he spoke.

Lilly didn’t reply, but her body did. The furious winking of a hungry, drenched mare cunt could be heard echoing in the stable walls, loud, desperate, and wet. She remained completely still as Fuchs swung himself behind her and reared without a second thought.

Fuchs was so aroused he was barely in control of his own body. His equine half knew exactly what it wanted to do and needed no input from his brain on how to execute to movements required for it to reach its goal. The chestnut stallion shuddered from head to hoof as his hips made an involuntary thrust toward Lilly’s sodden mare opening, the blunt tip of his stallionhood smashing against her rump with accuracy matching his haste. The stiff stallion dick throbbed and launched a long rope of pre onto the reddish fur of Lilly’s rump before being thrust a few inches to the left, again missing its target and squirting more of the diluted centaur semen onto the smooth horse coat.

Lilly moaned and leaned herself against Fuchs in anticipation while the stallion missed her pussy a few more times, each failed attempt prompting her swollen lips to wink harder and harder. She and her cunt both eventually got what they deserved when Fuchs’ ninth thrust struck her right in the middle of her marehood.

Fuchs’ ears rang with Lilly’s pleasured scream as his cock got wrapped in the unparallelled bliss that was the cunt of a centaur mare in heat. The amount of satisfaction he experienced just from penetrating her was fierce enough to nearly knock the seasoned knight out. Both his heart and his cock felt like they were about to burst as soon as Lilly’s insides attacked his shaft with colt-milking ferocity. Fuchs vaguely remembered his cock flaring and the fervent clenching of his balls as his stallion instincts took over. Otherwise, the start of the mounting was just a blur to him. A wonderful horny blur.

The next time Fuchs became at least somewhat aware of his own existence aside from his furiously throbbing stallion dong, he was already pounding Lilly like a sex-deprived stud; which he most certainly was.

Dust fell down from the ceiling and the mice hiding in the haystacks scuttled away in fear as the stable was filled with the sounds of a big Hanoverian stallion’s hips colliding with the ample rump of a female centaur. Fuchs squeezed Lilly in between his forelegs and mated her with the abandon appropriate for a stallion whose first proper fuck in nearly a month was mare in heat. His hips moved like a mechanized piston, slamming his turgid centaur dick inside the moaning mare nearly thrice every passing second, each thrust followed by a dizzying surge of ecstasy speeding through his shaft and exploding in his stallion testes.

He fucked her hard and without mercy, being intense even for a centaur. And Lilly loved it. She was barely lucid from being mounted so vigorously, only long, pleading moans and bright screams of ecstasy leaving her mouth as she devoured the chestnut stallion with her pussy. Her heat was clearly affecting her mental capacity but at the same time greatly enhanced the attributes of her sex. Her marehood was tight, wet, and exceedingly ferocious, being just as keen to drain Fuchs' balls of their colts as the Hanoverian’s cock was to blast them inside her. It was nothing short of divine to have one’s cock milked by a cunt like that.

Given the state of both centaurs engaged in the animalistic mounting, it was no wonder Fuchs wound up ejaculating less than a full minute into the heated romp at the back of the empty stable. His flare felt as if it swelled even bigger than usual when it began expelling centaur seed with the volume and pressure of a small geyser, flooding the insides of Lilly’s pussy in a matter of few heartbeats. Lilly gasped and shuddered as Fuchs’s cock stretched her insides to their maximum. Fuchs could feel her tunnel tensing up around his length, sealing itself shut as the bucketload of potential offspring splashed down her mare cave. He couldn’t remember a time he had come as hard as he did just then, inside Lilly.

Fuchs didn’t dawdle with the dismount and pushed himself down from Lilly’s lower back as soon as his flare had calmed down, making a pullout possible in the first place. He ignored the wistful grip of Lilly’s lower lips and backed away, trying to catch his breath before the inevitable realization would strike the red-headed mare.

“O-oh no… W-w-what have we done!? W-what have I done!?” Lilly muttered as soon as she had the clarity of mind to grasp what had happened. She turned around to look at Fuchs, her face having completely lost its color, her eyes full of panic.

“It’s fine…” Fuchs tried to act casual to calm her down. “You are in heat and couldn’t help it. And even if you weren’t, Snow wouldn’t mind me mounting you.”

“I can’t believe it… I… How could I betray Snow like this? I should have known better… Had more discipline and restraint. He’s going to hate me for letting another stallion mount me. I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for doing something so heinous.” Lilly began to spiral further and further down the pit of despair, quickly reaching the point where she was on the verge of tears.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine!” Fuchs raised his voice and slapped his penis against his belly. Lilly, still in her heat, was instantly sent into her previous state of lusty trance where she could only stare at his cock, promptly forgetting about everything she had just agonized over.

With Lilly docile and ready for another mounting, Fuchs nodded his head.

Snow promptly emerged from the shadows of the breeding pen, having snuck inside through the pasture while Fuchs had been busy mounting his lover. The white stallion kicked up his forehooves and nimbly mounted Lilly from behind, eliciting a bright gasp from the mare who was still distracted by the other stallion’s endowment.

“S-Snow?!”

Whatever Lilly intended to say afterward was promptly wiped from her mind as the white stallion pressed the tip of his equine erection against her cunt and began easing himself inside her. She moaned and shuddered just like she had with Fuchs, her eyes lighting up with wild jubilation as her currently unquenchable desire for stallion cocks was satiated for the moment.

Snow was calm and gentle with his mounting, showing admirable restraint and taking his time in savoring each inch of cock that he pushed past Lilly’s winking lips. Once he was all the way inside her, he embraced her upper body, burying his face into her red locks and kissing her neck lovingly. Lilly whimpered and leaned against his embrace, pushing her rump as far into Snow’s hips as she could.

“I… I’m sorry…” She gasped, once again getting her mind reset as Snow gently retracted his hips, prompting his lover to twitch in his arms. He thrust himself back inside with equal calmness and discipline, allowing his equine length to linger within her cunt for a while before moving again.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about…” He eventually whispered, this time slamming his haunches against her with slightly more force. “What you did with Fuchs was something completely normal for a centaur mare… You see… Sex is a bit different for our kind.”

Lilly voiced a loud yip, her breasts escaping the fluttery confines of her blouse as Snow thrust inside with palpable passion.

“You see… Lust is much more of a need for centaurs than it is for humans. We need to take care of it regularly, just as our bodies compel us to. Hence, there are two kinds of sex a centaur can have with another centaur. The first one is the fast, desire-quenching, mindless sex that Fuchs just had with you. There are no feelings involved and it’s merely just… The seeking of satisfaction.”

Fuchs nodded his head as Snow picked up the pace, still maintaining a more respectable, passionate tempo for the thrusting of his hips. Lilly moaned and scraped the floor with her hooves.

“Then there’s the sex between lovers… The kind we’re having right now. Something slower and more intimate. Sex that focuses on your partner feeling good, not just yourself…” Snow whispered, flaring his length inside her. “Don’t you feel the difference?”

“...I do!” Lilly gasped, appearing as if she was only a few thrusts away from climaxing all over Snow’s stallionhood which plunged in and out of her sex.

“See… Then you have nothing to apologize for.” Snow smiled and kissed her neck again. “I love you.”

Fuchs watched from the side as the younger stallion gradually rode his mare into orgasm. Snow’s lust eventually took a hold of him and he started pounding Lilly at the pace of a proper breeding stud. Their hips smashed together over and over again until neither of them could contain their desires. This time Lilly didn’t scream, but instead moaned into the back of her palm when the climax finally hit her, the strong pleasure of it all making her legs tremble. Snow continued to hug his lover from behind, groaning blissfully into Lilly’s beautiful hair as he drained his seed inside her one hot pulse at a time.

After a brief basking in the afterglow of their act, Snow retreated from Lilly’s back and walked in front of her to give her a real kiss, the kind shared between lovers. He smiled and wiped a few tears away from her eyes. She smiled back at her stallion and kissed him again.

Fuchs smiled as well.

“Thanks again for doing this for us.” Snow eventually opened his mouth, turning around to bow to the older stallion. Lilly also bowed to the capacity that she knew in her new body. “We will forever be in your debt for helping us attain this happiness.”

“It’s fine. Helping is what us knights do best.” Fuchs smiled and crossed his arms. “I’m also happy to have helped you two get together. You make a beautiful couple.”

The two other centaurs raised their heads. Snow’s eyes almost immediately drifted downward, onto the other stallion’s formidable erection which refused to go down for understandable reasons.

“You look like you could use another go.” He chuckled, pointing at Fuchs’ cock. “Want to get it over with since we’re all here and the day’s still young?”

Fuchs opened his mouth but refrained from speaking. He instead cast a questioning look at Lilly, who blushed, smiled, and gave him a nod.

“If Snow is fine with it, then so am I…” She spoke with a careful smile. “It’s the least I can do to repay you for your help.”

“Then I shall humbly take you up on your generous offer!” Fuchs grinned.

Snow promptly stepped to the side. Lilly turned around and presented her twice creampied cunt for a third mounting, winking her dark lips at Fuchs.

…

The next few weeks around the ranch were hectic, to say the least. Lilly’s heat continued to persist and Snow was swamped with work, having to perform his usual task of breeding the ranch’s horse mares, while also keeping his lover satisfied in the process. It would not have been an understatement to say that the young stallion spent more time on two hooves than four, as whenever he wasn’t busy impregnating his quota of female horses, he was actively being pursued by a centaur mare in her first-ever heat. As mighty as centaur libido was, the constant mounting was bound to take a toll on Snow eventually, and so, Fuchs began filling in for him in regards to satisfying Lilly.

On the days when Lilly was more needy and romantical, Fuchs would do all the farmwork in Snow’s stead, allowing the young stallion to focus all of his efforts on pleasing his wife. And on the days when Snow had to breed the horses, Fuchs spent time tending to Lilly and satisfying her lustful impulses. He was naturally more than happy to fuck a centaur mare, especially since his libido had inflated back to its original, vast size after the first few times he had mounted Lilly. He would sometimes mount her dozens of times a day, as her heat had her craving sex almost constantly whenever she was awake. Not that Fuchs complained. As a result of having an outlet for emptying his balls, he found himself being more energetic and motivated to do other miscellaneous farmwork, as often was the case with males unbothered by dormant lust.

Once Lilly’s heat showed signs of fading away, Fuchs naturally gave the two lovers some much-needed space. He spent most of his time wandering the surrounding fields, completing various tasks for the Elgar household which would have been tedious or difficult for regular farmworkers to do.

After around three weeks since Lilly had transformed, it appeared that she had fallen pregnant and was expecting a foal. She and Snow had naturally been overjoyed at the discovery, Theodore even throwing them a large feast to congratulate the couple. It was also when Fuchs eventually decided it was time for him to depart and reunite with Bernard who had sent him a letter a few days prior. Snow and Lilly were naturally a bit melancholic about him leaving but saw him off with smiles and thank yous, wishing him welcome to the ranch whenever he felt like visiting. He was also given a hefty pouch of coins by Theodore as compensation for all his work, as well as a little extra for helping the young lovers.

The chestnut knight left the ranch with a smile on his face.

…

“So this is the place, huh? Embermane Ranch?” Bernard huffed, staring at the sign carved into the shape of a galloping horse and the beautiful cursive letters etched onto its surface.

“How long did you say it was since you first visited?”

“Two years…” Fuchs replied, peering into the horizon where he could see the three familiar buildings; the stable, granary, and the main house.

“Been a while… You reckon the young couple still lives there?”

“Only one way to find out I suppose…” Fuchs shrugged, walking past the sign as a brisk spring breeze blew over the empty fields surrounding the two knights.

“Ahh~ I’m going to miss winter…” Bernard groaned, shaking his horned satyr head as he caught up with his centaur friend.

“How so?”

“Well because with summer, come flies, mosquitoes, and all the other bloodsucking insects. They used to be a lot less of a pain when I didn’t have all this fur on my body.” The satyr knight sighed. “What do you think it is about fur that attracts flies? I mean, I keep mine as clean as possible and yet they seem to bother me much more ferociously than when I didn’t have any.”

“Who knows… Maybe flies just like goats?” Fuchs chuckled, swatting said insect away with his tail. “At least you don’t have to worry about deer flies. Now those are a pain!”

“Yes but we still have until August before they begin to spawn, and by the end of September, October at the latest, they will have died out. Flies you have to endure from May to November at worst.”

The two knights continued conversing about the everyday philosophy regarding annoying insects as they steadily approached the farm. They began to eventually see farmworkers tilling and plowing the dark soil of the surrounding fields, most of them being too far away to even notice the two strange characters walking along the wide dust road leading to the ranch.

“But like I was saying about the dryads, although they seem to be quite aloof, they actually have a very strict hierar…”

Fuchs, who was looking into the horizon, cocked his head towards his friend. Bernard, noticing the centaur’s gaze, nodded his head towards the ranch gates a few dozen feet away from their hooves. Fuchs raised his head and his eyes quickly widened with surprise.

By the gate stood a young girl in a frilly white dress, who curiously stared at the pair of knights. It took a while for Fuchs to notice that she was a centaur. The hem of her skirt stretched over her equine half and covered her down to her knees, which, if viewed from the right angle, created an illusion that she was just a human. The girl had red hair just like Lilly’s and the fur visible on her small legs was white. White as freshly fallen snow.

She quickly turned around and galloped away. Fuchs and Bernard could hear her shouting something as she went, her bright voice getting drowned out by the passing gale. The knights exchanged looks. Fuchs smiled and Bernard raised one of his eyebrows inquisitively.

The centaur and satyr had barely walked past the gates when they could hear the thudding of hooves approaching them from the direction of the stable. Glancing over, they saw a pair of centaurs racing towards them, the little one following right in their hoofsteps. One of them had a beautiful white coat, while the other’s flanks shone with the hue of red mahogany.

“It can’t be! It’s really him! I’d recognize that short, red hair and those giant stud testes anywhere!” Snow chuckled, sliding the last few feet on his hooves due to how fast he had raced over.

The white stallion had grown since Fuchs had last seen him. His lower half was now almost comparable to his, the delicate coltish features having been replaced by the robustness of a grown stallion.

“Good to see you, Snow. I hope things have been well.”

“Well, as you can see, things have been pretty good.” He smiled, nodding his head towards Lilly and the young centaur girl who hid behind her mother’s flank as the two caught up with Snow.

“Hello Fuchs!” Lilly greeted the two arrivals with a warm smile. The mare had grown out her hair, which was as red and illustrious as it had ever been. Other than that, she was just like when Fuchs had first met her; beautiful and with a confident glint in her eyes. She wore a simple, white shirt and a checkered apron. Fuchs thought she looked just like a mother in that particular getup.

“It has been too long!”

“Indeed it has! But the life of a knight is not a life of leisure.” Fuchs chuckled in response.

“And this must be the Bernard whom you told us so much about!”

“My lady!” Bernard cleared his throat and bowed very formally. “Might I say you are just as beautiful as Fuchs said you were… And the same goes for your husband. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such fine of a coat on any equine.”

“...And he’s exactly like you said he was.” Snow chuckled.

“What about her?” Fuchs asked, pointing at the girl who still hid behind Lilly, only nervously peeking at him and Bernard. “Is she…?”

“Yes, she is!” Snow said, brimming with pride.

“This is Linnea Elgar… Our daughter.” Lilly smiled, managing to coax the young girl next to her. “This person is a friend of mom and dad’s. Can you say hi to Uncle Fuchs?”

The girl avoided looking straight at the strange stallion but eventually executed a brief curtsy while holding onto Lilly’s apron with one hand. Everyone smiled.

“She appears to have inherited both of your best features. She is very pretty.” Fuchs chuckled.

“Isn’t she?” Snow huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s a miracle she inherited my coat, as well as Lilly’s hair… Or who is to say really? She might be the first foal birthed by a transformed centaur, we cannot know how genetics work in such a case.”

“Perhaps it was a gift from the dryads?” Fuchs smirked. “Seems like something they could potentially affect with their magic.”

“But were she to look different, we would still love her just as much.” Lilly smiled, stroking her daughter’s hair, shooting a questioning glance at Snow. “...Are you going to ask him?”

“What?”

“You know what!” Lilly huffed, nodding at Linnea, and then at Fuchs.

“Oh, right! Right!” Snow chuckled and shook his head. “There’s one thing Lilly and I have been discussing ever since Linnea was born and… To skip tilling all of the soil in the field, Lilly and I would be honored if you would become Linnea’s godfather.”

Fuchs raised his eyebrows and promptly received an encouraging jab from Bernard’s left elbow. Snow and Lilly both looked at him expectantly.

“I would be delighted to!”