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Fuchs groaned, using his tail to swat away a pair of pesky horseflies that had been pestering him for nearly fifteen minutes, attempting to attack his vulnerable equine backside. The two persistent, bloodthirsty insects quickly returned for yet another go, prompting the centaur to stop out of frustration. Fuchs looked over his shoulder at the two black dots hovering near his rump, slowly raising his tail, waiting for them to approach his rear. Putting as much focus into controlling his tail as he usually would into a full sword swing, he delivered a fierce smack onto the pair of horseflies, quickly launching into a brisk gallop along the winding hillside path beneath his hooves. “Transformation potion be damned! What I really should have asked the dryads was for some insect repellent.” He thought as he dashed a short distance past the lush ferns and thick spruce trees, the flanks of which were covered in a thick layer of pale-green moss. After galloping an odd few hundred feet, Fuchs slowed down. He listened to the sound of the two insects from behind his hindquarters, and was delighted not to hear it. He then glanced at the surrounding forest, making sure that his dash hadn’t alerted anything unsavory in the deep wilderness where he currently tread. There was nothing for him to see. Just an endless hillside covered in tall, elderly spruce trees and the scarce verdure that managed to survive in their shadow. The wilderness was peaceful and magnificent, yet eerie and lonely. Walking amongst the aged trees, most of which had decorated the slopes nearly a century before Fuchs was even born, was an experience the centaur knight found equally humbling and off-putting. He felt like he didn’t belong there. That this was a domain for dryads and direwolves alone. Fuchs turned his eyes back onto the meager path, diligently placing one hoof ahead of the previous one in the lonely heartlands north of Garanthav. It had been a few days since the chestnut stallion had obtained the transformation potion from the dryad by the pond; the potion which was supposed to transform a certain ranchmaster’s daughter into a centaur. With the potion securely stashed away in one of the saddlebags, gently swaying on top of Fuchs’ equine back, he had begun making his way back to the plains of Garanthav and onto Embermane ranch, where Lilly and Snow waited for him. Even with a few days' worth of brisk trotting behind him, the chestnut stallion had a long way to go. The mountainsides were treacherous to tread, and orienting oneself proved to be difficult even for an experienced traveler like Fuchs. It wasn’t enough to make the centaur lose his way, but it served to slow his progress down regardless. Fuchs turned his face skyward, attempting to get a glimpse at the firmament masked by the brooding spruce branches hanging above. From the few narrow slivers his gaze was able to pierce, he could see a dim shade of orange. Orange, which was gradually shifting into purple. Night was approaching. It wouldn’t be long until the blanket of evening twilight would settle over the treetops. Fuchs hoped to reach the foot of the hill before it did. If the forest was eerie now, it would be that and a whole lot more once the darkness and mist settled in. It didn’t make things easier that the centaur was already on his guard due to the mysterious conditions under which the dryad had forfeited the potion to him. As much as Fuchs knew that dryads were rarely outright malicious, he couldn’t fully wipe the forest maiden’s mysterious words from his mind. Dryads were fickle, mischievous beings, the motives of which one could never truly know. For an experienced knight like Fuchs, that uncertainty was plenty of reason for concern and prompted him to stay cautious. The fact that he was currently in their domain, and even more, in the middle of absolutely nowhere, gave him all the more reason to stay vigilant. When Fuchs eventually reached the bottom of the large hill, the majority of the sky had already been consumed by darkness. The lonely hoots of an eagle owl were to be heard from the forest behind him. The area where Fuchs had arrived was a lot less crowded with trees, mostly due to the ground being dominantly clay and gravel as opposed to the plant litter that his hooves had been treading for the past few hours. As far as he knew his geography, Fuchs reckoned he was standing on the shore of an ancient river, one which had flowed down from the mountains centuries, if not millennia, ago, carving the very grooves which split the landscape of giant hills at the foot of the very same mountainside. The more rocky, silty ground was too cruel for the big spruce trees to latch their roots onto, and instead, the ancient riverbed was decorated by tall grass and some small, stunted willows, ones barely the thickness of Fuchs’ legs. Fuchs looked around himself, looking for a suitable camping spot for the night. But as soon as he turned his head westward, where the sunset was still casting its amber glow onto the horizon, he saw something which he hadn’t expected. There was a column of smoke crawling across the sky, rising not too far from where he was. Although the dwindling light made it difficult to accurately assess distance, Fuchs reckoned the source of the smoke to be less than a quarter mile from where he currently stood. There was someone else out in the wilderness aside from Fuchs. The knight had seen enough campfire-induced smoke pillars to recognize one. Not having expected to meet anyone aside from dryads and wildlife on his journey, Fuchs grew curious. Yet he hesitated to move his hooves towards the assumed campsite, at least at first. What plausible reason would anyone have to be this far away from civilization? What kind of person would even wish to delve this deep into the wilderness, unless they were on a quest similar to Fuchs’? One could not rule out the presence of bandits or other outlaws at a place this remote from everything. For a brief moment, Fuchs even contemplated the presence of a witch or a forest hag, who were known for their reclusive nature and who preferred setting up small cottages in bogs and dark forests across the realm. Alas, the centaur was unable to muffle his curiosity and eventually started making his way towards the smoke. But not before he made sure the sword on his hip would be able to slide out of its scabbard as easily as possible in case his presence would be met with hostility. The ominous croaking of a few crows and the melodious, undulating call of a cuckoo echoed in the forest, along with the hoots of the eagle owl as Fuchs walked along the grassy riverbed. Above him, the brightest stars began to appear on the inky firmament. It wouldn’t be long until the moon would appear from behind the tall mountains on the horizon. It didn’t take the brisk-hooved centaur too long to cover the distance between himself and the mysterious source of the smoke, and soon enough, the knight was already able to get his eyes on it. The origin of the smoke column was indeed a camp, one set up in a modest clearing at the intersection of the dried river groove Fuchs was treading and another stream where shallow, clear water still purled at a languid pace. Fuchs could see four tents – all of them rather big – standing around a brightly blazing campfire. The modest evening breeze carried faint words of conversation into the lone stallion’s ears, but no matter how much he focused on the fleeting instances of them, Fuchs was unable to make out their contents or the number of speakers there were in the camp. Fuchs stood in the shadow of a small willow, holding his hand on the hilt of his sword, observing the camp in silence. As much as he wanted to go and take a closer look, his intuition advised him not to move his hooves. He wanted at least some sort of inkling about what he was potentially dealing with if he were to enter the camp. He waited, listening to the scattered words of the distant conversation. After a while, he could also smell the enticing scent of cooking meat. A few moments passed, after which the four-legged knight was finally able to see movement on the fringes of the camp. Focusing his gaze towards the tents, Fuchs saw a murky silhouette being drawn against the light emitted by the campfire. And to his surprise, it was a silhouette he knew exceptionally well. He saw the torso of a man. But he also saw the lower half of a horse. It was a centaur. A stallion just like Fuchs. Experiencing a mixture of disbelief and elation, Fuchs watched as the unknown stallion walked his way over to some bushes a few dozen feet from the camp. The stallion yawned rather loudly before stretching his noticeably bulky arms over his head. And as soon as he did, a potent stream of liquid burst forth from between his hind legs. Fuchs chuckled to himself, easing his grip on the hilt of his sword. But he didn’t fully release it just yet. As the unknown stallion continued pissing away into the bushes, the stealty knight began a careful approach towards him and the camp. Walking across the shallow stream, Fuchs made sure to make himself heard, splashing the water with his hooves so that the stallion relieving himself would take notice, which he eventually did. As soon as their eyes met in the evening twilight, the stallion by the bushes stepped back, to which Fuchs responded by swiftly raising his right hand in a greeting. “Good evening! I wasn’t expecting to run into other travelers out here, much less other centaurs.” Fuchs announced himself loudly as he crossed the stream, eventually stepping onto the dry gravel of the riverside. “Rest assured, I mean you, nor your companions, any harm. I am a knight, you see. I come from the province of Ganrun and am currently on my way back to Garanthav. My name is Fuchs.” The stallion, whose lower half was jet black except for the fluffy tufts of silver near his hooves, stopped his hasty retreat and stared at Fuchs with a cautious gaze. Although the other centaur appeared quite muscular and brawny, Fuchs’s eyes were unable to locate a weapon anywhere visible on the other stallion’s body. He promptly took his hand off his hilt. “I apologize if I startled you. I suppose it is rather difficult to approach someone in the dark without raising suspicion. Especially in a godforsaken forest like this one. Would you care to share with me your name?” The black stallion appeared to compose himself after a while, stepping closer to Fuchs and inspecting the arrival more closely. He had short, umber hair with a bit of a reddish tinge, one slightly darker than Fuchs’ own mane. His upper body was clad in a simple, sleeveless tunic that didn’t quite conceal the ample mass of his upper body. And yet, despite his size, the stallion looked rather young. Most likely a few years Fuchs’ junior. “...My name is Shaw.” The stallion eventually spoke, furrowing his dark brows as he stepped ever closer to gander at Fuchs, who happily turned his flank towards the other centaur so that he could fully inspect him. “I am a hunter, and so are my comrades.” The stallion’s voice was clear and deep, but still ringing with the brightness of youth. “...A knight, huh? And what might a knight do in a place like this?” “I would be more than happy to share that with you, although I would prefer we move over to the campfire so that I may greet your comrades… But not sidestep your question, I am on a quest to fetch something from these woods… And return that something to a certain person.” Fuchs explained himself briefly, nodding his head towards the camp. “Shall we? If you want to, I can forfeit my sword as a sign of good faith.” Fuchs could see the other stallion contemplating his offer, even if he shook his head in the end. “No… Let’s go.” Shaw muttered, nodding towards the camp prior to walking off. Following the young stallion into the small camp and further towards the happily crackling campfire, Fuchs could finally distinguish the discussing voices from one another. There were three of them. One noticeably deeper belonging to a male and two distinctly feminine ones. Once the two stallions had walked their way past the tents, Fuchs was able to get a look at Shaw’s comrades, all of whom were also centaurs, much to his delight. “And then the poor bastard stumbled and fell onto his backside, screaming like a panicked pheasant. And then…” The owner of the husky male voice: a paint stallion whose flanks were a mixture of black and white blotches, and whose well-defined jawline was covered in a dark stubble, turned his head towards his fellow stallion, growing quiet as he saw Fuchs behind him. He brushed the messy, shoulder-length, onyx hair away from his forehead, rubbing his eyes with his palm as Fuchs and Shaw slowly walked into the sphere of light cast by the campfire. The two mares resting nearby also took notice of the knight’s presence, quickly getting onto their hooves. The mare slightly closer to Fuchs had long, brunette hair with wild curls and the dark brown, velvety flanks of a Holsteiner. Her eyes were dark but kind, just like her face, even if her brows happened to be furrowed at that particular moment. The other she-centaur had the lower half of an Appaloosa with a chocolate-hued coat, which had been partially overtaken by small white spots from her withers to her haunches. Her hair was even longer than that of the first mare, tied in a majestic black ponytail which flowed all the way down to her hips. She possessed dark, narrow eyebrows and her facial features were unexpectedly sharp. Fuchs politely brought a hand to his chest, bowing slightly at both of them as he walked into the camp in Shaw’s footsteps. Soon after, he also bowed at the third stallion. “What the… Who the hell is that? Or am I already seeing double? I barely took myself a sip of mead.” The bearded stallion spoke, bouncing his eyes between Fuchs and Shaw whilst scratching his chin. “This is Fuchs… A traveler and a knight, as per his own words. He said he’s on his way to Garanthav.” Shaw introduced Fuchs curtly, making his way next to the dark-haired stallion. “Good evening to you all! I apologize for dropping in unannounced. I reckon you’re as surprised to meet me as I am to meet you. Well, as your companion Shaw just said, my name is Fuchs, and I am indeed a knight. One might also say that I’m on a bit of a quest. A certain rancher for Garanthav wanted me to fetch something for them from these woods… Or more precisely, from the dryads that reside here. I’m currently on my way back to that ranch to return what I obtained from the dryads. My hooves happened to bring me nearby, and I noticed the smoke from your campfire… And that’s the brief version of how I ended up here before you.” Fuchs explained, carefully observing the reactions from his audience. “Might I know what kind of centaurs, and more precisely whom, I have the pleasure of making my acquaintance with?” There was a short silence, during which the four other half-horses exchanged looks. Eventually, the dark-haired stallion stepped up. “Nice to meet you, Fuchs! I am Thuren. A hunter from the Flaxmane herd, like the other three.” Fuchs smiled and eagerly shook the hand offered to him. “Forgive my ignorance, but I don’t think I’ve heard of the Flaxmanes.” “Nor have I of a centaur knight.” The bearded stallion replied with a smirk. “Fair enough. Do you mind if I ask what brings you to these parts? I assume your herd doesn’t live in these remote woods.” “Goodness, no! We come from the plains of Aihevyl west of here… Quite far west, actually.” Thuren replied. “As to why we’re here…” “We were hunting wolves,” Shaw replied for his comrade. “A pack of red mountain wolves descended onto the plains a few weeks ago and began harassing our herd, including our cattle and sheep. We lost twelve heifers in a single night. The next night, eight ewes were claimed as well.” The stallion spat into the fire with disdain. “As the most experienced hunters in the herd, the four of us were tasked with getting rid of the wolves.” Thuren continued. “We managed to take down over half of them in the following week. The rest fled into the mountains. But like our elders say, a Flaxmane never leaves a job half done.” “We set out after them, tracking them through the woods, taking them down a few wolves at a time.” The curly-haired mare spoke up, slowly approaching Fuchs with a curious smile on her face. “It took us another week to finish them all off… We killed the last one this afternoon. It, and its last two friends, are currently boiling in that pot by the fire.” “My name is Lucille, by the way. Apologies for the late introduction. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, o’knight!” Detecting a prime chance to show off a bit, Fuchs stepped forward and bowed, grabbing the mare’s left hand and giving the top of her palm a brief kiss just like he had done with Lilly when he met her at the ranch. He was more than pleased to witness subtle and not-so-subtle signs of astonishment on the other centaurs’ faces as he leaned away from her palm. “The pleasure is mutual. And just Fuchs will be fine.” Lucille masked a giggle behind her palm, quickly glancing over her shoulder at the other mare who still had a palpable aura of suspicion around her. “Well… Are you not going to greet him, Viana?” She asked, smiling at the other mare who appeared to blush somewhat, although the darkening eve made it difficult to know for sure. The onyx-haired mare, whose upper half was clad in a tunic similar to Shaw’s, only slightly more decorative, took a couple of steps forward. Her blue eyes met Fuchs’ and she performed a quick curtsy from a safe distance. Fuchs responded by executing his best formal bow towards the mare. “My name is Viana. Your visit is unexpected, but I won’t object to your presence, seeing as how you seem to bear no ill intentions.” The mare’s voice was surprisingly beautiful despite the inherent coldness of her words. It wasn’t until now that Fuchs noticed she had a lengthy scar decorating the left cheek of her otherwise pristine face. Not to say that the scar in any way diminished the overall splendor of her visage. “Always a pleasure to meet a beautiful mare… Not to mention two.” Fuchs smiled at both Viana and Lucille, prompting the other to giggle and the other to avert her eyes from him. “Would you like to join us for the night?” Thuren asked somewhat abruptly. “The stew is almost done, and there’s plenty of it to go around. Plus, it’s not befitting of a proper Flaxmane to turn away a fellow traveler, much less a fellow centaur. And I’m sure all of us can appreciate the presence of a knight out here in the wilderness… Who knows what kind of creatures might be lurking in the shadows?” “I would be delighted to!” Fuchs nodded his head. “Although I would not worry too much. The most one might expect to meet in this sort of environment is a troll, or perhaps a gryphon. And from what I’ve traversed this area, there don’t seem to be any traces of them inhabiting the mountainside.” Lucille stepped next to the pot boiling by the campfire, scooping a hazelnut-hued mush into a wooden bowl with a small iron ladle. As soon as she erected her back, she turned around and offered the bowl to Fuchs, who accepted it along with a wooden spoon which looked like it had been recently carved from a birch branch. The mysterious stew with visible bits of wolf meat smelled incredibly good and tasted even better. “Here you go! And oh~ Let me take those bags off your back.” The mare smiled, unfastening the pair of satchels from Fuchs’ back before the stallion could refuse. Lucky for Fuchs, Lucille was exceptionally gentle in placing the leather bags onto the ground, so he didn’t have to worry about the potion. “Thank you… And may I say this stew is absolutely delicious.” “It should be! Shaw is a bit of an expert when it comes to improvising dishes out of… Anything one might find in the wilderness.” Thuren chuckled. “A good hunter knows how to make the best use of nature’s bounty.” The younger stallion huffed, walking over to the pot to scoop some of the stew for himself. “In case you’re curious… This stew has wolf meat, brown cap bolete mushrooms, potatoes, onions, peas, as well as some herbs and salt for spice.” “How luxurious!” Fuchs chuckled, enjoying himself with another spoonful. “I haven’t eaten anything this good since I left the ranch. I usually just sustain myself with some dried meat, bread, and – if luck favors me – fish. It's a… Occupational diet for sure. Although I usually travel with a friend who at the very least attempts to cook from time to time, but… The results are usually quite mixed. And as you can see, he’s not with me on this journey.” “Are you and this friend of yours from Garanthav? I’ve heard it’s quite a peaceful region. Do they regularly need the help of a knight?” Thruen asked, accepting a bowl of stew from Shaw. “My friend and I are actually from Ganrun,” Fuchs replied. “Ganrun? That’s quite far, isn’t it? Or really far now that I think about it.” Shaw asked, raising his right eyebrow. “Oh yes, it’s… A long way from here. I reckon a fair month’s walk away from Garanthav.” “Far from home, aren’t you?” “Well, knights usually tend to travel a lot. But you’re right, I guess I am.” “So what brings you here? You mentioned you were doing some sort of a favor for a rancher in Garanthav. Fetching something from the dryads?” Thuren asked, kicking a few more logs into the fire with his hind legs as he ate his stew. “Yes. It’s quite the story actually. You see I-” Fuchs was interrupted as he felt a pair of hands grasping his testes and giving his stallion scrotum a quick but gentle yank. He nearly dropped the bowl from his hands in surprise. “Lucille! Quit your gawking and let our guest eat in peace.” Thuren groaned as the curly-haired mare hastily backed off from Fuchs’ side. She was smiling deviously and winked at the chestnut stallion as he turned to look at her. “Can you blame a girl for being curious?” She giggled, leaning closer to Fuchs and inspecting his equine half with great interest. “He’s clearly from a very esteemed lineage. This coat, these legs… Sturdy back, proud buttocks, wide chest… Ample balls… How do you not expect me to look at someone like him? Besides… You and Shaw have been eyeing his lower half almost just as much. The only one of us who has managed to remain discreet is Viana, and I’m sure even she has taken a glance or two from a distance.” Lucille defended herself, slowly circling Fuchs while admiring the chestnut stallion’s equine half. She let out a flirtatious whistle as she rounded his rump. “Please forgive her… And us, for that matter.” Shaw sighed, looking somewhat embarrassed. “You see, Flaxmanes are very… Fixated on the equine side of centaur inheritance. That is to say, we aim to sire and birth foals that best exemplify the best aspects of equine physique. That is why most of our mares are encouraged to carry at least one foal from a wild horse so that the herd can inherit as many of these traits as possible.” Fuchs raised his eyebrows. Although he did not recognize the name of the herd, Shaw’s description of it did remind him of what Snow had told him back at the ranch. “In other words, we recognize a centaur with a good heritage when we see one.” Lucille continued, still circling Fuchs. “And you… Look to be quite the superb specimen. Ahh~ If only you had a white coat. Then you would just about be the perfect stallion by the standards of our herd. But on the other hand, maybe it’s for the best. It would feel miserable to part ways with a stallion like that… Assuming we were unable to lure you back to our village.” “She’s not wrong. I’m certain our elders would be ready to give you anything you would dare ask if you would sire a few foals for the herd. If your coat were white, they would probably try to tie you up and keep you as a communal breeding stud until every single one of our mares was pregnant.” Thruen laughed. “Thank you… I’m… Very flattered.” Fuchs cleared his throat, not fully sure how to feel, realizing he was being looked at with such admiration. He was now fully certain he had come across some centaurs from Snow’s old herd. “Speaking of… I don’t suppose you’ve come across any mares on your journey through the wilderness? I’m aware of knightly discipline, but… I still reckon that it’s been difficult for you. Not having anyone to mount as a healthy, handsome stallion?” Thuren asked, emptying his bowl of stew. “How long has it been since you last bucked a mare? A week? Two weeks?” “...About that long, yes.” Fuchs nodded. “But I’ve come to terms with it. Admittedly, the first few days were… Difficult. But after a while, my desires soothed. And it is not like I have the time to think about mares while I’m out here. I have to stay vigilant.” “Now that’s quite something.” Shaw whistled. “Few stallions can go longer than a day without slapping it out with a mare.” “I think it’s quite foolish. To hold back one’s desires to such an extent.” Viana spoke after remaining silent for a considerable while. “Well, what could he do about it? Hump a tree stump? Or a rock?” Thuren chuckled, spreading his arms and shrugging. “Yeah! It’s not like he’s in the presence of any mares right now…” Lucille cleared her throat suggestively. She was close enough to Fuchs for him to hear her cunt winking. “I was just about to ask that. If you’d like, you could work out some of that pent-up desire right now. We have two beautiful mares who would be happy to help you out. Wouldn’t they?” Thuren asked, glancing at the mares in question. “Most certainly!” Lucille raised her right arm enthusiastically. “Please! Help yourself!” Fuchs barely had the time to blink before the Holsteiner mare had turned around and presenting her hefty backside and glistening mare cunt to him. The visual of her plump horse pussy parting it’s full, brown lips to expose a vibrant shade of pink as it winked eagerly was enough for Fuchs’ sheath to drop the equine impregnation hose housed within. The meaty horsecock swung into view with considerable momentum, starting to harden at a rapid pace as soon as it was outside its usual resting place. “Wow! I expected you to be hung based on the size of your testes, but… This is still a very pleasant surprise.” Lucille smirked, opening the topmost buttons of the white cotton blouse covering her torso. “Hop on, sir knight!” “No! Let me do it!” Fuchs and the other three centaurs turned their eyes towards Viana, who had stepped up abruptly. The appaloosa mare appeared strangely determined, standing with her legs defiantly apart and a mysterious glow burning in the back of her blue eyes. Lucille looked surprised at the other mare’s reaction, but quickly put on a calm smile. She lowered her tail and slowly stepped aside, bouncing her gaze between Viana and Fuchs. “Fine… I’ll let you have this one. But the next time we come across a wayward stallion, I get to take on his desires first.” Viana appeared unamused by Lucille’s joke. Eventually straightening out her frown, she walked in front of Fuchs, giving him a brief visual inspection from top to bottom. Fuchs gave her one as well. The appaloosa seemed more mature than her Holsteiner acquaintance, despite not losing out to her in terms of pure looks. Her eyes were less bright and there was an odd aura of dignity and maturity around her. One could see she was by no means a young filly, even if she wasn’t exactly old. By the end of his brief inspection of her, Fuchs was convinced that Viana was at least two or three years older than him. “Very well… Let us begin.” Her words were stoic and sharp as she turned around without delay, presenting her ample mare rump to Fuchs for mounting. She elegantly lifted her tail and shifted away from blocking her cunt, which performed a pair of careful winks as it was exposed from behind the dark curtain of horse hair. Her pussy was just as erotic as her friend’s. Fuchs didn’t even realize he had gotten erect until his equine length autonomously slapped itself against his abdomen. Although the stallion’s mind had yet to catch up to the strong desires which every male centaur was normally subject to, his body had wasted no time getting back into its old habits. His cock was starting to feel restless, even if he did not yet feel the usual, overpowering urge to mount which the sight of a mare pussy elicited in him. “Thank you… I’ll…” Fuchs muttered, getting his train of thought distorted by his slowly awakening desires. “I guess I’ll take you up on your offer.” Fuchs’ lower half executed the mounting motion without the centaur even needing to think about out it. His forehooves kicked themselves up before he could consciously tell them to, and his haunches leaned forward completely on their own. Finding the soft flanks of a mare between one’s forelegs after such a long while felt shockingly pleasant. It felt natural. And Fuchs’ cock let its opinion be known by slapping itself against the stallion’s abdomen once more, throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. “I will… Try to make this quick.” Fuchs muttered, still quite unsure of how eager Viana was to participate, even if she had demanded to be his first partner. “It is fine.” The mare replied dryly without looking at Fuchs. “Take as long as you need.” Starting to feel the intoxicating effects of unbridled equine lust all over his physique, Fuchs adjusted his position on top of the aloof Appaloosa and wound his hips back for his first trust. But before he could set his chestnut hips into the motion that was embedded in his half-equine blood, Fuchs felt a pair of familiar hands grasping him right beneath his flare. He voiced a gasp of shock and ecstasy, promptly ejaculating a rope of centaur pre from his stiffened colt cannon. “Lucille!” Thuren huffed, stomping the ground as the second mare nonchalantly tugged Fuchs’ stallionhood where it needed to be. After just a few short seconds, the tip of Fuchs' taut member was kissing the wet entrance of Viana’s womanhood. Both of them moaned, although Fuchs’ was much louder than the mare’s. “I know, I know! I’m just helping them out so my turn will come faster.” The second mare muttered without a hint of remorse in her voice. “You know he was going to miss a whole bunch of his thrusts before hitting Viana’s cunt. I was expediting the process.” Fuchs shuddered and experienced a small fit of dizziness upon his cockhead getting enveloped by Viana’s mare pussy. His balls clenched furiously, and a few more ropes of lubricating stallion pre were promptly pumped into the quivering lobby of flesh just beyond the female Appaloosa’s dark lips. Fuchs staggered but managed to transform his loss of balance into forward momentum, with which he was able to slide his wildly pulsating breeding pole inside the onyx-haired mare. The satisfaction of it was nearly paralyzing. It had been a while since Fuchs had experience the voracious, moist caress of a mare’s cunt. Too long. The comforting, affectionate body heat of a receptive mare’s insides. The convulsing, greedy flesh that grasped onto anything it could. The unyielding squeeze that kneaded his flare and milked his shaft. The subtle, yet enchanting odor of a wet, needy, demanding mare pussy, overflowing with sexual desire. Tasting all of the subtle pleasures contained within Viana’s wonderful physique reminded Fuchs of how much he had missed this. Mares and fucking them. As hard as she tried to appear stoic, Fuchs’ first thrust was able to make Viana squeak like a startled feline. She wasn’t able to compose herself until the sixth and seventh thrusts, which were only a few seconds after the first, as Fuchs was in quite a hurry to move his hips. However, once Viana was able to compose herself, her facade was ironclad. Even with Fuchs hammering her dappled rump with all the impatience and vigor of a stallion with weeks of abstinence weighing on his testicles. “Whoa! Look at him go!” Lucille exclaimed as Fuchs started pounding her friend at full speed, milking his cock with Viana’s squishy mare cave. “I expected nothing less from a stallion who hasn’t let out his colts in more than a week,” Shaw smirked, watching the hurried heaving of the Fuchs’ chestnut hips as the knight slammed them onto the stoic mare’s dappled behind. Fuchs had barely spent a full minute on top of Viana’s back before the unforgiving ejaculatory urge began to overwhelm his lower half. He had no idea which had gotten his desires riled up more: his long intermeission from any kind of equine intimacy, or the fact that Viana was just that good of a partner, being equally receptive of his hard fucking, while at the same time possessing the stamina to put up a good fight against the swollen sex mallet pumping in and out of her pussy. But whichever one it was, it ultimately made no difference for the sex-starved knight. His testes desperately clenching for relief, and his girthy equine shaft with its magnificent flare enjoying the ravenous caress of the dark-haired Appaloosa’s greedy sex, Fuchs accepted his noble defeat undereath the trampling of his free-galloping lust. He slammed himself against the brunette mare with a loud groan, shuddering from his head to his hooves as the sensation of thick centaur ejaculate rushing through the whole length of his cock and subsequently exploding out of his flare showered him with physical satisfaction. Even with the support he got from resting on top of Viana, Fuchs still had trouble maintaining his balance once the full force of his orgasm reached his hind legs. The fact that his cock was attempting to jump with each explosive ousting of centaur cum and that Viana’s cunt continued tugging at it as he came didn’t ease the climaxing knight’s balance-predicament in the slightest. Viana, to her credit, managed herself exceptionally as the throbbing pole of stallion sex erupted inside her. Even though the desperate squirming of her tunnel and the clenching of her lips made it clear she climaxed from the brief mating, she kept her voice down frighteningly well. She shuddered quite perceptibly, but didn’t let out a single sound which wasn’t drowned out by the crackling of the campfire next to her. And yet Fuchs could observe her tensing her shoulders and arching her back as the pleasure ravaged her. And as soon as Fuchs gave her rump a slight nudge with his hips, the cold mare was forced to bring a palm over her mouth to cover the moan which would have otherwise escaped it. Shaw tossed a couple of more logs into the fire while the shudders of climax lingered on the two temporary lovers’ bodies and the rest of Fuchs’ colt batter was gradually drained inside Viana’s marehood. Thuren and Lucille were both watching the scene with varying degrees of restlessness visible on their bodies. The paint stallion’s cock had dropped from his sheath and getting more erect by the second, while the Holsteiner mare was practically prancing on her hooves trying to calm her urges. Fuchs drew breath and shook his head, finally regaining most of the balance the powerful orgasm had stolen from him. He inhaled again and began to reflexively retreat from on top of his partner. Or he at least attempted to, quickly finding out that his cock – still sharing the firmness with rock – was rather reluctant to leave its current accommodation. And as he tried giving his member another tug, it appeared as if Viana wasn’t too keen on letting go of him either. The mare soon gave Fuchs an inquisitive glance over her shoulder, not appearing particularly annoyed or elated by the fact that he was still inside her. Fuchs cleared his throat and did his best to smile in a way that was the least awkward. “Thank you, Viana. That was… Truly wonderful. However… I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I...?” “I already told you. Take as long as you need. Don’t worry about me.” The mare’s reply was just as Fuchs had expected. Without further ado, he began to thrust. “Hah~ She’s not too fond of strangers… But she has a hell of a grip, doesn’t she?” Thuren chuckled as the two centaurs kept on going. “Although… I think she might be warming up to you. She usually does if she deems a stallion is fit to fuck her twice in a row.” Fuchs smirked, but quickly wiped the silly expression off his face as he glanced at Lucille, whom he had been supposed to mount next. But the mare seemed to be in a good mood, smiling brightly despite the slight furrowing of her brow. “My apologies for-” “It’s fine, it’s fine!” Lucille shrugged, folding her arms over her chest, sighing wistfully as she watched Fuchs steadily pounding her Holsteiner friend. “Had I gone first, I probably would have done the same.” Lucille winked, and Fuchs chuckled. “So… Fuchs. You said you came out here to look for dryads. Seeing how you’re headed back to Garanthav, I assume you found them?” Shaw asked, picking out the remainders of stew from his bowl with his fingers. No longer burdened by his lust, and with the tone of the mounting shifted to a more casual one, Fuchs was able to respond with ease. “I did, yes… Well, I found one. But she was able to give me what I needed.” He replied. “You know, I’ve never seen a dryad in person. Sure, I’ve seen tapestries and heard stories and songs about them, but I’ve never come across one myself. What are they like?” Thuren asked, scratching his chin. “...They’re very mysterious,” Fuchs replied, focusing for a brief moment to really drive his cock into a spot in Viana’s cunt that was desperately begging for his attention. “And if you have heard about how beautiful they are, I can assure you, those tales are no exaggeration.” “This dryad you met? What did she look like?” Lucille asked curiously. “She was very delicate… Almost like a fairy. She had long, blonde hair that reached almost down to her feet. Her eyes… Are difficult for me to describe. Her face was very beautiful, regardless. She was very beautiful.” “Have you seen any others? Perhaps this one was just really pretty.” Shaw chuckled. Fuchs chuckled as well, swatting his tail towards the doubting stallion. “I have a friend who happens to be a satyr, and he knows a lot of dryads. And although he does have a slight tendency to exaggerate things, if even only half of what he tells me about the dryads he meets, they are all worthy of the ballads and poems that are written about them. Or at least their beauty is.” Fuchs’ words were followed by silence. The knight had not expected that. Usually, him telling others about Bernard garnered at least some kind of reaction, but the three centaurs by the campfire were completely silent. The two stallions especially appeared strangely perturbed, instead of being surprised like most would be. In addition, Fuchs could have sworn the stares he got from Shaw and Thuren had taken a drastic shift. Their gaze was more intense and focused on his rump for some reason. “Is there something wrong?” Fuchs asked, glancing at the other centaurs with his eyebrow raised. Lucille, Shaw, and Thuren all shared a hasty, confused look before eventually shaking their heads. Fuchs noticed that the cock of the younger stallion had also dropped and begun to swell at quite the formidable rate. “S-so you have a satyr as a friend too? That’s… How did you even come across a satyr?” Lucille cleared her throat. “...Well, he wasn’t a satyr when I met him. He was transformed into a satyr by the dryads not too long ago. From what he said, there seems to be a shortage of satyrs who are the dryads’ favored partners, and so–” Fuchs was interrupted by a particularly big horsefly buzzing right past his left ear, which ended up startling him a lot more than he would have liked to admit. “Ahhh! These fuckers have been pestering me the whole day! Hang on!” Momentarily pausing his steady pounding of Viana’s plump pussy, Fuchs wound his tail to the side and aggressively swatted the big horsefly into the fire as it flew by his rump. There was a quiet sizzle as the nuisance insect burned up in the flames, leaving behind a stinging odor which luckily faded away in the next few seconds. Smiling triumphantly, Fuchs stomped the ground with his left rear hoof. “Ha! Serves you right!” He exclaimed, soon turning his attention back onto Lucille. “So… As I was saying, my friend was transformed into a satyr. I tell you it was quite the shock seeing him in the morning with big, hairy goat legs and two horns protruding from his temples. I nearly drew my sword since I was unable to recognize him right away.” Fuchs explained, utilizing his small respite from mare-humping to adjust his position behind Viana. For some reason, he could still feel the intense stares of Shaw and Thuren on his backside. “My other companions were surprised as well. I guess staryrs really are that uncommon since none of them had ever seen one either. And they lived far away from any kind of human settlement, which satyrs are known to avoid. Anyhow, I reckon Bernard’s family will be equally shocked once he arrives at his–” Fuchs flinched, noticing a pair of big, sturdy stallion hooves getting kicked up from just a few feet behind him. Before he had any time to process what was happening, his chestnut flanks were already being squeezed by the paint centaur’s strong forelegs, and his lower back was being weighed down by Thuren’s equine chest and abdomen. Fuchs heard a slap and felt something warm splashing onto his rump. For reasons the knight did not know, the other stallion’s presence on his back, and over his behind, felt strangely exhilarating. The soft echo of a winking mare cunt reverberated around the campfire. “C-could I ask you what you’re d-” The chestnut stallion was interrupted as the girthy tip of Thuren’s horsecock thumped against behind, eliciting a shocking sensation of pleasure despite being nowhere near anything warranting such a reaction from his body. Fuchs could feel his legs trembling and his cock throbbing with increased vigor as strange shudders spread throughout his loins. Was he… Craving for the paint stallion’s cock? Before Fuchs could make sense of the strange feelings stirring up his lower half, Thuren made another thrust, this time hitting his mark. Both stallions groaned, and Viana moaned softly as all three equine bodies were pressed together. Fuchs became even more confused as he felt Thuren’s loins pressing against his rump. He could feel paint stallion inside him. He could feel the stout shape of his stallionhood from its flare to its hilt down to every single detail. The sensation of it was something completely new to Fuchs. It felt strange and foreign, and at the same time shockingly pleasurable. Like it scratched some odd new itch at the depths of his loins just the right way. Fuchs shuddered, feeling Thuren’s length throbbing inside him while his horsecock did the same inside Viana’s snug centaur pussy. The paint stallion was most definitely inside him, yet Fuchs was certain the thick mating cylinder had not entered his tailhole. Even if it was the first cock – centaur or otherwise – he had ever taken, he could already tell how much girth the other stallion’s member possessed. There wasn’t the slightest sliver of a chance he could have been able to handle it being plunged down his equine anus. But whatever orifice Thuren had stuffed his cock into now, had been able to take it with ease that astounded even the knight himself. He did feel some minor stretching in the mysterious tunnel currently wrapped around Thuren’s fat stallion dick, but that he found mostly enjoyable. Soon enough, the paint stallion gently withdrew his hips and subsequently slammed them against Fuchs’ rear, sending the other stallion’s chestnut haunches forwards into Viana’s dappled behind. The stoic appaloosa stifled a moan behind her palm while Fuchs sucked air into his lungs through grit teeth as his member involuntarily flared itself inside the female centaur in response to the fierce stimulation from Thuren’s stallion log. The air he had inhaled quickly escaped Fuchs’ lungs as Thuren threw his haunches forward a second time, prompting a similar reaction of bliss in Fuchs’ half-equine physique. Stuck between a mare and a stallion, Fuchs was completely powerless to stop Thuren from working up a good rhythm of zealous thrusts which began battering his brown behind in the following moments. “Never tried ploughigng a stallion cunt before… Got to say it feels quite nice!” Thuren chuckled, ramming himself against Fuchs’ behind with enough force for his testes to slap against the knight’s own. Fuchs groaned, feeling his cock flaring once more as the gentle rocking of his lower half tugged it back and forth in Viana’s love tunnel. Fuchs twitched, fighting hard to organize his thoughts as the pleasure assaulted him from both ends. He had a pussy? Now that Thuren said it out loud, Fuchs realized the presence of the soppy she-horse entrance on his taint, where it had appeared without him even noticing. As soon as he became aware of it, his mind and body constructed the necessary connections for him to fully feel the equine cunt as a part of his anatomy. All of a sudden, he was able to feel the stout lips of a mare’s femininity clenching and quivering beneath his tailhole and the deep, greedy tunnel behind them which was currently doing what it did best; milking a fat stallion cock with care and passion. And as soon as Fuchs became aware of what his cunt was doing, the pleasure he got from Thuren’s humping multiplied close to threefold. Fuchs could only gasp for air as the satisfaction of milking and being milked struck him. But he didn’t just feel good from the additional set of genitals on his body. He also felt horny. Twice as horny as he had been before. Struggling to come to terms with the vastly increased amount of arousal tickling both his hard cock and brand-new, dripping-wet cunt, Fuchs tried using the rest of his mind to figure out where he had suddenly gotten himself a pussy. He got to experience many thrilling clenches and shudder-inducing throbs before the pieces finally slid into place inside his head. This was the dryads’ doing. This was the price for the potion. “Tell me… Do all the stallions from Ganrun have cunts, or are you a special case?” Thuren grunted, flaring his cock as it punched one of the deeper curves of Fuchs’ newly acquired female anatomy. “I’ll… Explain it to you later.” Fuchs groaned, feeling way too good to form coherent sentences in his mind or mouth. Both his cock and cunt were expelling fluids like eaves of a farmhouse during a storm, getting themselves tugged back and forth by the stout stallion cock and hungry mare pussy of Fuchs’ partners. He didn’t even need to move his hips as the ample mass of Thruren’s paint hindquarters did it for him. The bearded stallion must have been in a hurry to hear Fuchs’ explanation, as it took him less than two dozen seconds to spill his colts inside the chestnut centaur’s frenzied stallion slit. Thuren groaned, grasping Fuchs by the shoulders as he banged his dark loins against the knight’s brown behind, burying tens of inches of equine breeding meat right where any proper mare would have wanted it. Fuchs groaned a split second later as the flaring stallion pillar exploded inside his mare cavern, flooding nearly the whole length of the connected tunnel with warm, frothy foals, pumped inside him one throb after another. Feeling the paint centaur’s warm seed pouring into his pussy by the bucketful triggered Fuchs’ first ever female orgasm, the raw intensity of which came close to completely sweeping him off his hooves. Had he not been leaning against Viana’s sturdy backside, he would have surely toppled. Fuchs’ male climax arrived shortly after his female one as the overwhelming pleasure of his satisfied, dripping cunt reached his sheath. Now it was Viana’s turn to groan. Fuchs felt a fat load of liquid foals getting sucked up from his balls by the Appaloosa’s insides, the restless squirming of which prompted the impregnation fluid to rush inside the fully-stiffened stallion shaft. And as soon as the seed reached Fuchs’ shaft, it began gushing forward, triggering the magnificent process of equine ejaculation. A few heartbeats later, the turgid stallion phallus throbbed, unleashing a messy flood of centaur jizz inside the trembling Appaloosa’s sex sleeve. All three centaurs came. Thuren leaned against Fuchs, and Fuchs leaned against Viana. The mare at the bottom had to spread her forehooves and lean back against the weight of the two stallions in order to remain standing; a task that was twice as difficult whilst one’s body was being actively rocked by a fierce orgasm. Fuchs felt dizzy. Dizzy, but ecstatic. His balls were empty, but his pussy far from it. Having never been at the receiving end of a centaurian creampie, Fuchs was somewhat uncertain how he felt about it. But the longer Thuren lingered inside him, and the more Fuchs got used to the feeling of possessing a set of mare’s genitals, the more the sensation of being properly filled grew on him. After a while, he could see why mares seemed to enjoy it. “Phew! I have to say I didn’t really expect to mount a stallion tonight but I can’t complain about the shag. And, well… No real stallion could refuse an invitation like that.” Thuren sighed, somewhat clumsily climbing down from Fuchs’ back. The paint’s girthy cock sliding out of his stuffed cunt made Fuchs shudder just a little bit. Not long after, he could feel the other stallion’s colt batter dripping down from his vagina. “What uhh… W-what are you talking about?” Fuchs shook his head, carefully climbing down from on top of Viana, who seemed equally confused as he did. “You aren’t sure you didn’t wink at me a moment ago? While telling us about your satyr friend.” Thuren chuckled, thwacking his half-erect loverod against his belly to shake some of the residual ejaculate from it. “I… Don’t think so… If I did, it wasn’t conscious on my part.” Fuchs muttered, turning his body, trying to get a look at his own rump, even if he knew perfectly well there was no way he could get a glimpse of whatever he had down there. “Ohh~ So my eyes didn’t deceive me! You really do have a cunt back here. A nice, plump one as well.” Lucille giggled, lifting up Fuchs’ tail and leaning in to take a closer look at the aforementioned pussy. “Looks just like a mare’s.” Taking a moment to fix her hair, Viana soon circled over to Fuchs’ rump as well, joining the other mare in inspecting the stuffed surprise hiding beneath the new stallion’s tailhole. “So… What’s the story here? You weren’t aware that you had a… That thing?” Shaw asked, his speckled cock still fully erect, most likely because of Fuchs alleged winking. “No… And I shouldn’t have it in the first place. I’m quite sure I didn’t until I walked into your camp.” Fuchs replied, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “What do you mean?” Thuren asked “The dryad whom I met and who gave me the item that I needed. She didn’t require any kind of payment for the favor she did for me. She said she would collect it another time. And I figure that time is now.” “So the dryad did that?” “I believe so. From what I know of them, this seems like exactly the kind of stunt they would pull to settle a debt with someone who owes them… If I’m being completely honest, this wasn’t quite what I expected. Although, given how mischievous they are, perhaps I shouldn’t have had any expectations at all.” “Do you… Think you’ll stay like that forever?” Shaw asked, sounding somewhat worried. “Hmmm… Most likely not. Dryads are not malicious. And as whimsical as they are, they do appreciate natural order. One would figure a stallion having mare genitals would be in contradiction to that. I reckon I will be back to normal in the morning, or whenever I am able to leave this forest. I guess I will just have to wait and see, really.” “That’s great, that’s great! But speaking of waiting. Do you know what can’t wait?” Fuchs and the other stallions turned their heads, finding Lucille presenting her dark rump and drenched pussy at the transformed knight. She was smiling gleefully, but there was desperation flickering in the background of her dark eyes. And who could really blame her? She had been waiting for her turn for quite a bit longer than she had probably expected when initially relinquishing her mounting rights to Viana. The swollen lips of her sex were flicking eagerly, exposing her bright pink mare clitoris over and over again while the soft sounds of her wet flesh parting made rounds around the campfire. “Cunt or no cunt, you still owe me a fuck, sir knight!” It only took Fuchs’ cock a few seconds to grow fully erect upon him witnessing the female Holsteiner’s erotic invitation. “Glad to see you’ve still got energy!” Lucille giggled, seductively shaking her dark rump at Fuchs while a shiny trail of wetness drooled down along her left thigh. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come on! Mount me, mareboy!” Fuchs didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward and practically leaped on top of Lucille’s lower back, landing with a harsh thump which the mare was luckily ready for. The lusty mare leaned backwards to help Fuchs get into position, breathing excitedly as the chestnut stallion grasped her flanks with his legs and nudged his loins closer to her behind, and anticipating mare entrance that was dying to feel the touch of a stallion. Not wishing to keep Lucille waiting, Fuchs exerted extra care in the positioning of his hips, doing his best to make sure that he would hit the she-centaur’s sex with a single thrust. Climbing a bit higher on her back than he normally would during mounting, Fuchs began probing Lucille’s rump with the head of his horsecock. First, he located the cleft between Lucille’s strong equine glutes. After that he slowly dragged his cock down until he could feel the drenched gates of mare sex and the stiff centaur clit against his tip. And as soon as he did, he bucked his hips hard, not even waiting for the shudders of pleasure from the initial contact to subside. Lucille moaned. She moaned loud, her voice brimming with desire. Fuchs held his breath as the equine womb passage tightened around his cock, only barely allowing his member to fully burrow itself inside its quivering abyss. Had the cave of feminine flesh not been utterly drenched down to the very last square inch, Fuchs probably wouldn’t have been able to hilt it immediately. In that regard, it certainly felt like the pussy of a mare who had been teased a bit too long, and whose insides were simply begging for something to fill them. In other words, Lucille’s pussy felt fucking incredible. Pleasure began pulsating around Fuchs’ body as he set his hips into motion, walloping Lucille’s soft rear end with his haunches. Being part of the mare-stallion-stallion sandwich from earlier had boosted Fuchs’ arousal considerably, and he was pounding Lucille almost as intensely as he had mounted Viana. The only difference was, the desperate Holsteiner was a lot tighter and a lot more wet than her Appaloosa sister-in-arms, making the act of humping her a lot more rewarding thrust per thrust. Just a few dozen back and forth motions were enough for Lucille’s pussy to milk Fuchs’ horse dick dangerously close to an ejaculation, squeezing out the sticky stallion pre from his shaft at the rate his body could produce it. Lucille wanted some colts, and she wanted them bad. And Fuchs’ body wasn’t able to deflect the demands of her womanhood to any extent. “Mmmhhh~ You better fill me up with some foals real soon, or I will have to get rough with you.” Lucille giggled, meeting Fuchs thrusts with her hips. Now, every time the two horse bodies met, a fan of wetness splattered out from between them. The accompanying sound was just as erotic as one could have imagined. Before Fuchs was able to reply, he was caught in deja-vu as a pair of stallion legs wrapped around his flanks. A second later he felt the familiar weight of a male centaur’s body resting against his lower back and the heat of a stallion cock a few inches away from his rump. Noticing the dark color of the equine coat and the white tufts of hair draping over the two hooves on his sides, Fuchs didn’t need to turn his head to know the stallion’s identity. Shaw was in the process of mounting him. And thinking of it now, the younger stallion had been aroused for almost as long as Lucille had. The mare-knight could feel his pussy reacting to the other stallion’s presence immediately, spasming with delight, expressing its desire to devour another cock of the equine variety. “Hey there…” Fuchs chuckled with a hint of smugness in his voice. “So you couldn’t wait either?” “This should be fine… Right? I mean, you let Thuren mount you earlier and…” Shaw cleared his throat, appearing to hesitate going through with what he had already started. His hard erection squirted a fat strand of pre directly onto Fuchs’ cunt, prompting the cheeky stallionmare to shudder. As excited as he was about getting some more dick in his freshly-obtained female parts, Fuchs tried maintaining his cool and shrugged nonchalantly. “Go ahead. I might as well use this cunt while I have it.” And just like Fuchs, Shaw did not need any further encouragement to proceed. Alas, he was slightly too eager for his own good. The first five of his penetration attempts landed wide, only ever grazing Fuchs' mare bits for a split second. The chestnut-coated knight was finally able to partake in the shared, bittersweet frustration all mares must have felt when a stallion was attempting to penetrate them with too much haste. It was kind of exhilarating, feeling the hard punches of the desperate sex baton and anticipating when it would find its mark. But it was also equally maddening to experience only getting one’s pussy teased with satisfaction without receiving the grand dose of rapture that a mounting usually promised. Finally, on his seventh attempt, Shaw was able to find Fuchs’ pussy. A long, undulating moan fled Fuchs’ mouth as the wide tip and slender shaft were sucked up by his mare tunnel in a good quarer of a second. He nearly attempted to rear as his vulva enveloped over two feet of Shaw’s stallion dong, reflexively clamping down on the bulky centaur’s breeding instrument. The physical reaction was so fierce and unexpected that it startled the experienced knight to a degree. But all of Fuchs’ surprise was washed away by unfiltered female bliss as soon as the younger male centaur began moving his hips. From what Fuchs was able to gather from the squirming insides of his sensitive stallion milker, Shaw’s cock was a great deal longer than Thruren’s. Close to half a foot longer. But unlike his paint comrade, Shaw’s shaft wasn’t particularly girthy. At least not aside from its tip, which could pretty much match the proportions of the other stallion’s cockhead whenever it burst into full flare inside Fuchs’ female cavern. Feeling the same size of flare, seven or eight inches deeper inside his cunt was a whole different world for the knight. Every time Shaw’s cock punched Fuchs into the deepest curves of his vaginal tract, he was forced to gasp by how intense it felt. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy every single inch of the younger centaur’s majestic horsecock. Like one could expect from a young, excited stallion, Shaw’s fucking was rough and somewhat erratic, which ended up working in Fuchs’ favor to an extent. Engaging his own hips a bit more than he had on his previous time getting caught in the middle of two centaurs, Fuchs was able to get into an asynchronous rhythm of heaving his hindquarters between his two half-equine partners. He would first thrust into Lucille and then throw his hips back to absorb a thrust from Shaw, having to only move his hips a little bit due to the other two already pushing themselves onto him with increased enthusiasm. It was admittedly a bit difficult, but it felt too good not to do. It provided Fuchs with a constant stream of sexual pleasure, which only continued to compound on itself the more he consumed it. Three pairs of horse hips slammed into one another over and over again as each of the three centaurs climbed the ladders of bliss higher and higher, reveling in every twitch, clench, squeeze, slap, throb, and thrust that was shared between their bodies in the unexpected three-way mounting. Both of Fuchs’ genitals were throbbing in contest, flooding his body with more pleasure than he knew how to handle. His cock was getting its most thorough wringing in over a month from Lucille’s carnivorous mare crevice, being squeezed, tugged and wrenched around by the lusty mare’s cunt in an effort to extract the potent foals from Fuchs’ balls. Meanwhile, his own mare pocket was being wrecked by Shaw’s shockingly long stallion endowment, which was flaring almost constantly, squirting the younger centaur’s pre inside the writhing flesh tunnel with each forward thrust, and in increasing amounts. The combined, inflating bliss of two looming orgasms was quickly growing out of control and it was only a matter of time before Fuchs would cum, be that either through his cunt or his cock. But in the meantime, he was stuck in the perpetual seesaw of equine pleasures between Shaw and Lucille, neither of whom was too far off their own climaxes either. Lucille was the first to fall to the faults of her flesh. What began as a wild scream eventually left her mouth as a weird, drawn-out moan as she attempted to rear, only ever managing to lift her forehooves a few inches off the ground thanks to the combined weight of Fuchs and Shaw weighing her down. She arched her back and shuddered as the climax caught her in its grip. Fuchs was immediately able to feel Viana’s cunt tightening around his member, as the fleshy tunnel presented its fiercest argument for a fat load of foals yet. And being as aroused as he was, Fuchs and his cock were forced to yield within just a couple of heartbeats. With the entire shape of Lucille’s sex quivering and undulating around his shaft and flare, Fuchs unleashed a messy deluge of centaur cum into the deepest depths of the perky Holsteiner’s slick pussy, feeling the wetness from her vulva splashing against his scrotum as they both came. The pleasure from Fuchs’ cock resonated upwards in his body, reaching his cunt in less than a second after the first rope of stallion jizz had left his urethra. The male bliss of a satisfying ejaculationg synced up with the feminine pleasure experienced by the knight’s new vagina and shot through both genitals like a lightning bolt. Fuchs was barely able to draw breath before his mare cave clamped down on Shaw’s fuck instrument like dragon’s jaws, practically screaming for the dark stallion’s foals without the capability to accept a negative answer. A second later, Fuchs could feel Shaw’s meat cylinder throb inside him as the cascade of climaxes finally reached the second stallion as well. The narrow but big-flared horsecock got stuffed an extra two-to-three inches deeper inside Fuchs’ cunt as Shaw ejaculated with all he had, flooding the insides of his marestallion partner with his seed only a few minutes after his friend had done the same. And his ejaculation was just as voluminous and intense as Thuren’s. Fuchs wasn’t sure if he came again, or if his initial climax was just intensified by the creampie he got from Shaw and his exploding horsecock. Regardless the cum continued to blast out from his cock at increased intensity for way longer than what the knight usually experienced, even if the cunt he was filling up was particularly magnificent. For nearly every single drop Shaw came inside him, Fuchs came an equal amount inside Lucille. For the next few moments, Fuchs lived in a blissful state of physical satisfaction and ignorance, only feeling his cock, the creamy flood of ejaculate pumping out of it, and his pussy which was being filled to the brim with colts by Shaw’s twitching stallion dick. He could faintly register some minor sensations around his genitals, such as Lucille’s cunt gnawing at his shaft, and Shaw’s seed leaking out from the cusp of his own twitching mare canyon. All of it felt intoxicating. After an indeterminate amount of time, Fuchs finally flinched as he felt Shaw’s member sliding out of his well-used horse pussy. He drew breath and immediately shuddered as a good portion of the other stallion’s load immediately burst out from his cooch following Shaw’s dismounting of him. Feeling the thick, creamy substance oozing out of his swollen vulva felt strange, and exceedingly lewd, but Fuchs didn’t mind it too much. After a short while of mostly catching his breath, he eventually dismounted Lucille, whose cunt performed the exact same, minor eruption of stallion fluids as his female bits had done a moment earlier. “Oh, you’re done?” Fuchs, Shaw, and Lucille all turned around to look at Thuren, who was casually pounding Viana a few feet behind them. The brunette Appaloosa appeared as stoic as ever even with Thuren’s heavy hips putting quite the work into hammering her behind. “I’d ask you if it was good, but having watched you all go at it, I don’t think it’s really necessary.” The paint stallion smirked. “And well… I already knew Shaw was up for a good time when he decided to mount our guest. A cunt is still a cunt even if it’s on a stallion am I right?” Shaw cleared his throat before nodding. “...Hard to argue with that.” “Well, how did you like being a mare? Partially at least?” Lucille giggled, shaking her body from top to bottom before ultimately circling in front of Fuchs and raising an inquisitive eyebrow at him. “Doesn’t feel half bad.” Fuchs shrugged after a short while. “It’s certainly different, that much I can say with good confidence. But I feel like I can understand mares a bit better now that I have gotten myself mounted a couple of times.” “Hah! This boy got himself shagged twice and thinks he knows what it’s like to be a mare!” Lucille burst out laughing. “...You’re nothing more than an innocent filly until you’ve gotten your cunt ploughed by at least two dozen times, and by at least ten different stallions. What you went through just now is what I call a lazy afternoon back at the village.” The mare began to boast, spreading her arms in exaggeration. “But on the other hand… It was difficult to find anything to nitpick about your mounting. Well thought-out and executed with passion. Just the kind of fuck I like; the kind of stallion that I like.” Fuchs and Lucille exchanged smiles as the mare flaunted her rump in front of the knight. “But… The real question here is, of course…” The curly-haired mare paused for dramatic effect. “Which one was better? Shaw or Thuren?” All three stallions around the campfire perked up their heads and exchanged looks. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare to pick between them. They both had their own, distinct charms.” Fuchs attempted to tread the diplomatic route, which clearly wasn’t to Lucille’s liking. “Oh no! I want to hear a full breakdown of them both. Size and shape. Speed, stamina, and the weight of the thrusts. The perceived volume of their loads and what you thought of their flares… And if I don’t get satisfactory answers, they are going to have to mount you again until you can pick one as the superior stallion.” Fuchs chuckled alongside Shaw and Thuren. Even Viana appeared to crack a faint smile. It seemed that the night in the wilderness encampment was far from over.