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This was it. Second weekend of July had come around again and the rodeo was back on. And she made it! She wasn't competing. Not in this one. But she'd been given an honor that made her heart flutter in her chest just thinking about. She took a deep breath and looked down at herself. She straightened her pristine, cleaned and pressed shirt, making sure there weren't any wrinkles in it. Had to look her best. These were the rodeos people would remember.

The man who put Wild Thing on every year was not going to be putting many more on. The town that hosted it had lost too much. Junior finals rodeo. Lion's Club. Elk's Club. Income had begun falling fast and he was getting out while the getting was good.

Satisfied with her attire, she looked down, making sure the butt of the flagpole was seated in its harness securely. She re-affirmed her grip on the hardwood pole and took another calming breath. Who knew how many more young women would carry the flag into the arena after her? Would she be the last?

She glanced back at her boyfriend as the announcer began to speak to the crowd. He smiled at her encouragingly from where he leaned on one of the fences containing the night's bucking bulls.

"...-and carrying the flag tonight, last year's junior barrel racing champion, Miss Danica Harris." The announcer finished, cuing her entrance. As her hooves carried her into the arena, Danica held the flag steady in its harness. Over the arena's speakers, John Wayne's 'Why I Love Her' began playing and she kicked herself into a trot. She circled the arena once clockwise, then once counter clockwise before she stopped in the center and stood tall, the stars and stripes flapping elegantly in the breeze.

Danica's heart pounded in her chest and she resisted the urge to stamp her hooves in the soft dirt nervously. She focused on The Duke's words as he listed all of the reasons why he loved the good ol' United States of America.

As the song came to its crescendo and finally its conclusion, she wanted to bolt and run, get as far away from any place she might mess up such an honorable performance. But that would ruin it in itself! She cursed her conflicting mind and forced a smile on her lips.

The announcer began to recite a prayer before the event, thanking God for the usual things and of course asking that the big man upstairs protect the cowboys and animals in the rodeo from harm. The usual stuff, Danica thought. She cursed herself instantly. That was no way to regard prayer! Especially when asking God to watch over the performers!

The announcer said 'amen' and whooped loudly. Danica's eyes widened and she nudged herself into motion. That was her cue! She turned and made her way slowly toward the exit of the arena, flag in hand.

As one of the New Mexico state troopers took the flag from her, the young filly let out a breathe she hadn't realized she'd been holding and stamped her feet in the soft dirt. Behind her, one of the paramedics on station whistled and swatted the chocolate fur of her rump.

"Lookin' good there, Dani!" the first responder said with a suggestive wink.

"Touch my ass again," she said with narrow eyes, "and you'll be in the back of the ambulance instead of driving it!"

The paramedic snorted and went back to conversing with his partner.

Two gentle hands rested at her front hips, rubbing the soft fur beneath the edge of her shirt as only her boyfriend knew how. She turned her attention forward and smiled down at her boyfriend. Her mood brightened instantly.

"You did so good!" he said, smiling up at her. Unlike Danica, he was human. One of her only human friends, as it were. Everyone else scoffed and sneered. Most people didn't get along with centaurs. For any number of reasons, she was sure, but Danica experienced it the most because it was thought that centaurs should not compete alongside 'regular people' in events like barrel racing.

"You think so?" she asked and leaned down to gently kiss his cheek.

"You looked amazing. Look amazing." He grinned at her and took one of her hands. "Come on, let's get out of the way, yeah?"

As if they were the same height and the same species, her boyfriend Kurt led her back along the loose earth away from the arena where already the arena announcer was calling out names, chute sponsors, ride scores and the like. Well, not scores, Danica noticed. Seemed like no one could stay on the bulls tonight. But that was pretty common for Friday. Of the two days, Friday was the worst, being qualifying night and everything.

"I don't feel amazing," she said when they were far enough away she wasn't going to get teased for speaking her mind. "I don't see how you people can wear these things for an extended period of time. They itch and rub and..." she gave an exaggerated shudder as she tugged at her pressed shirt again.

"You always wear clothes for rodeos," Kurt reminded her.

"That doesn't mean I like it."

"You always complain about wearing clothes for rodeos, too," he said with a smirk.

"This is why we live in separate communes!" Danica said. "We don't have to wear these things when we're away from all you two-legs!"

Kurt laughed at that and led her left around the pens and forgotten horse trailers as they exited the arena proper. "Well, I'm not going to lie, I don't mind seeing you walk around naked."

Danica rolled her eyes and glanced around. Out here by the parking lot and livestock, there were no other people to be seen! Just some horses saddled and ready if needs be. She grumbled under her breath and reached up to practically tear at her buttons holding her shirt together. She pulled the fabric off and slapped it down on the top rail of one of the fences the horses were closed in by.

"There!" she exclaimed and stuck her tongue out at the itchy garment. "Now you think about what you did!"

Kurt didn't respond right away. She didn't expect him to. She knew he always stared at her boobs when she wasn't forced to wear clothes. She liked it when he stared! Her boobs weren't the biggest, but they weren't small either. Self-consciously, she glanced down at her chest, marveling for a moment at their perky roundness. Much better than human tits, she was sure.

She looked up and, as if following an invisible line, she saw Kurt's eyes glued to the swell of her tits. She rolled her eyes in amusement and reached for his other hand. Before he could react at all, she pressed his palms to her bust and grinned.

He wasted no time. As if broken free of a trance, Kurt's hands began to squeeze and grope at her chest, exploring the curves he already knew so well.

Of course they'd fooled around already. She'd given him a hand job, sucked him dry, and even let him fuck her. Sort of. Being a human, he could only just tickle at her opening, but she moaned and rocked against him and arched her back and put on a show. She would never tell him, but it was just for his benefit. He always left her wanting. Sure, once or twice he'd buried his arm in her and she'd really gotten off, but he didn't like having to cover an entire limb in her juice.

Kurt caressed her chest for a few moments then seemed to remember where they were. He pulled his hands away and began fidgeting with his hair, his collar, anything he could get his hands on other than her boobs.

"We shouldn't do this," he said. "Not here. Someone might catch us."

"There's no one around!" she whined. She needed it bad. His arm, if he'd be willing. He always got her so worked up and left her needing it worse the next time! "No one is going to catch us!" She reached for his big silver belt buckle, but he pulled away and swatted at her hand.

"What if something happens and they need to get the horses!?" he asked, pointing at the three or four steeds in the pen watching them.

Danica's brow furrowed. What could possibly happen!? In all the times she'd come to Wild Thing, a bull had never gotten out of the arena! She looked toward the pen, then back to Kurt. Then the pen. Then back to Kurt. Fine.

"These horses?" she asked, moving to the pen's gate. She unlatched it and pulled it open. She wheeled herself around to re-latch the gate then slowly approached the horses. They watched her with mild interest and curiosity, though she watched Kurt the entire time.

"Get out of there before you get in trouble!" he hissed, as if afraid someone might hear him over the roar of the crowd and the announcer's booming voice.

She reached her hands out to the nearest horse and began to caress his muzzle and neck. He leaned into her hands, enjoying the attention for the moment. She turned, gently easing her flank against the horse's shoulders.

"What do you think?" she asked the horse. Her eyes lifted to curt and stared unblinking into his own. "Should I do it?" She hugged the horse's muzzle to her breast. The steed rocked his head against her pale flesh, rubbing his soft fur over her sensitive nipples and getting them hard instantly. "It might feel good," she said softly.

"Danica!" Kurt hissed, setting his hands on the rails of the fence.

She ignored him and grinned wickedly. She rubbed her flank against the stallion's big barrel and moaned gently. He was so much bigger than she was. An old, strong male. She was still technically a filly. She stepped forward a few paces and flagged her tail.

Warm breath kissed her rump and bathed her winking slit. She turned and looked over her shoulder with a grin. Her heart thundered deep in her much smaller middle and fluttered with every touch of the beast's soft nose against her moist flesh. "I see you back there!" she said playfully and spread her hind legs wide. She locked her knees and gave her hips a little wiggle.

"Danica please!" she barely heard Kurt say, "We're going to get in so much trouble!"

The horse nickered and leapt up onto her back. Danica's knees nearly buckled, but she pushed back against the big animal. He rested his head over her shoulder and she hugged it tightly, petting his nose as his hips rocked against her. Every nudge of his firm rod against her rump made her gasp.

"Almost there!" she said breathlessly. "Almost got it!"

The horse's dick nudged closer and closer. She felt him prod once, then twice against her hot, wet flesh of her winking pussy and moaned deep in her chest. He was never going to fit! He was huge! He rocked insistently against her opening, prodding and nudging until all at once her stubborn lips spread wide around the persistent tool.

Her eyes widened and her back arched as the thick, hard meat speared deep into her belly, deeper than even Kurt's arm had ever gotten! She squealed, not caring who found her this way. The stallion above her drew his hips back then lurched forward again, shoving every inch of that enormous cock into her belly once more. His heavy balls swung forward and slapped her teats, making her gasp our and buck against the big male.

"Fuck!" she gasped, clutching at the horse's head for dear life. His chin smashed one of her tits against herself, but she didn't care. Every time he thrust into her, he pulled her back to meet him with that powerful chin of his.

Her body rocked forward, putting a hitch in her squealing moans every time that big horse forced his hips against her rump. Deep inside of her belly, she felt his enormous head hit bottom every time it rushed into her. It ached a little, but nowhere near enough to make it uncomfortable enough to stop! Instead, she rocked back with his every pull.

She felt her canal stretched to its limits, straining to contain the thick slab of horse meat rushing into her again and again. Each rub of his spongey head or swollen medial ring sent electricity shooting throughout her body. It only got worse, or better?, when she felt the stallion's flare getting tighter inside of her. It grew bigger and bigger until it was almost painful, stretching her body to its limit. She whimpered and clamped her eyes shut.

Mercy came quickly. The horse forced himself into her and his balls slapped against her again. Then he was still. Those balls throbbed against her teats and she could feel every pulse of hot horse cum move the full length of the horse's cock like a wave.

As the heat rushed into her belly, the fire erupted outward and she cried out. Her knees shook and her insides spasmed, doing exactly what they were designed to do: milk a horsecock for every drop of semen. And she did a fine job of it. The horse came for an eternity and yet too short a time.

The horse's belly slid along Danica's back, making her body quake one more time as he pulled his flared cock out of her. That flesh stretching her hyper-sensitive flesh, scraping over her pussy as it popped free send microgasms rippling throughout her form.

She gave one last moan then turned around to face the stallion. She nearly stumbled into the dirt as she turned, but managed to keep her hooves about her. She leaned forward, kissing the stallion's nose. Her tail flagged again, giving her boyfriend a nice view of what he had denied. She felt a drop of hot seed trickle down the inside of her thigh and whimpered. She expected more, but that small drop was the only one. The rest, she mused, must have been too deep to escape. It felt like that thing had been hitting the front of her barrel!

"Why did you do that?" Kurt asked softly at last.

Danica turned around and looked at him with a weak smile curling the edge of her lips. "I wanted you to do it," she half lied. "I wanted your dick, your arm, anything..." She staggered to the fence and leaned against it. "You didn't want to, so I had to get my rocks off somehow, right?" she asked, quirking a brow.

"Yeah, but what if you get pregnant?" he asked, shaking his head as he stepped back away from her, almost as though she were diseased and he didn't want to get infected.

"That's not going to happen," she said with a wave of her hand. "Humans and centaur aren't compatible!"

"But that doesn't mean horses and centaur aren't."

She blinked and her heart skipped a beat. He had a point. Just because centaur couldn't get knocked up by or knock up humans, that didn't mean horses were in that same category. She licked her lips and looked over her shoulder at the stallion that had just deposited an enormous load inside of her. His massive tool still hung down limply and he eyed her with the promise of more to come.

Danica shook her head and weakly stumbled to the gate and let herself out. "You're right," she said, shaking her head. "But most likely, we're not compatible either."

"But you let a horse fuck you! Right in front of me!" he said, not whispering anymore. "What kind of bitch lets a horse fuck her and makes her boyfriend watch!? What kind of whore does that then makes her boyfriend see the cum leaking out of her!?"

Danica's heart shattered. She stared down at him, shaking her head slowly. But the only thing that came to her mind, and left her mouth in a soft, tiny little voice was "You didn't have to watch that..."

She instantly regretted it. She clamped her eyes shut and looked down. That was a bitch thing to say. He was right. She was the worst kind of person. "Kurt, I-..."

"No!" he said, wiping the tears from his face. "You aren't sorry, so don't say it! If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it at all!"

She lifted her eyes to try to convince him otherwise, but he was already stomping away.

The next time she saw Kurt, fall had come and she was out in the wide open field within the fence of her commune. It was the place she'd met Kurt all those years ago. He was a small boy awed and intrigued by the centaur he'd seen. He passed by the fence every day on the way from his house to town and back. But now? He pedaled his bike past, his eyes forward and as cold as ice.

She knew he had every right to never want to look at her again. But she still waited for him, leaning against the wooden fence to watch him pedal by like she didn't exist. She'd waited for months to see him and when she finally did, she'd wished she hadn't.

Danica understood completely. She knew if she were in his shoes, the last thing she would want to see when she turned her head and looked into the pasture was her ex standing there with an enormous belly hanging between her four legs.

As he rode away, she sighed and turned her head to look back at the massive swell of her belly protruding from both of her flanks. He was right. More than that, because of her lust and desire just to be fucked, she had to deal with the consequences. She no longer had a boyfriend. None of the other centaurs wanted anything to do with a filly who'd degraded herself by giving herself to a mere animal. She was about to have one massive responsibility she hadn't wanted for another decade at least.

The life within her shifted and she grimaced as a hoof pressed insistently against her bladder. Sometimes, it felt like two massive responsibilities. And she would have to tend to them alone. In the centaur communes in particular, no one wanted anything to do with a zoophile. Perhaps she didn't get jail time like the humans did for sex with animals, but her life was just as ruined.

She'd be lucky if she got a job, let alone a husband and a house to share with him.

Another deep sigh left her lips and she reached back to caress the swell of her full womb. Porn then. Maybe, just maybe a human or centaur would be willing to watch her fuck more horses. It wasn't like she could be any more exiled or hated, and there were people all over the world, human and centaur alike, who secretly loved watching members of either species get impaled by a big ol' horsecock. Right?

She shook her head again and pressed her palm against where an elbow or hoof or something pressed outward. "We'll make it. I'll find a way to make sure you want for nothing."