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“Would you tell us your name?” the woman behind one of several cameras asked, sounding very comfortable for someone wearing nothing but a pair of long black-leather boots.

“Claire Adams” the centaur mare in front of the lens said with an anxious smile, still disbelieving that she’s going through with this.

“Claire. And is this your first time in front of a camera?” the woman asked, as if trying to coax an answer out of the mare. Her name was Valerie, and she of course knew it was Claire’s first time, since they’d already gone through this little ‘interview’, as well as a ton of paperwork before a single camera was switched on.

“Yes.” The mare replied, her tone nervous yet eager.

“Do you think it will be your last?” Val asked again, in a slightly teasing tone of voice.

“Well, wait and see…”

“And how old are you Claire?”

“Thirty-seven.” The mare replied without batting an eye.

Despite her years Claire knew she looked good, to say the least. And after the hair and make-up people had finished with her she found it hard to take her eyes of the centaur-sized full mirror. Her palomino coat had been meticulously brushed, bringing out the pale, champagne hues of her trim lower body. Her shoulder-length hair was an almost matching pale blonde and had been carefully styled with a windswept, galloping-through-the-fields look in mind. The make-up girl had used a light touch, mainly just hiding a few of the wrinkles she’d accrued over the years and trying to emphasize the mare’s big blue eyes. After she was done, Claire had looked as young as the day she’d graduated from college.

Well, almost… she thought, looking down at her bare breasts. In truth, before she had kids her chest had been ample, but hardly her best feature. And with centaur mares one never knew from one pregnancy to the next which half would lactate. For Claire it was her human half both times, which left her with an impressive pair of F-cups, the ripe pear-shaped mammaries looking magnificent despite a bit of sag. Her teats, on the other hand, looked the same as they did when she was a filly – two pert bumps nestled between her creamy hind-legs.

“Married?”

“Yes, eleven years now.” The mare replied, holding up one hand to show a gold wedding band.

“And does hubby know you’re here today?” Val asked slyly.

“No. Well, not yet, at least.” The mare replied, blushing a little as she did.

Despite the fact she was a married woman about to have extra-marital sex, and on camera no less, she felt bashful rather than guilty. The reason for that was that she wasn’t here to have sex with another centaur. By law and custom, her people defined infidelity as cheating on your spouse with a member of your own species. Sex with a non-centaur was considered kinky, but no more disloyal to one’s spouse than using a sex-toy.

“You might want to tell him. From what I’ve heard a little competition really gets a stallion going…”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Claire replied with a soft laugh.

She’d actually heard the exact same thing, albeit in more graphic detail. Her best friend Trish, who’d also talked her into trying this, had made a video like this and gave the whole feature-length thing to her husband as a tenth anniversary present. Trish said he appreciated it so much she had to take the next day off work, so her hind legs could recover and the leaking would stop. And while Claire was sure her husband wouldn’t be upset, the thought of this being her little secret turned her on even more, so she decided to keep it, at least for a while.

“Any children?”

“Two, a colt and a filly.”

“So Claire, what made a respectable wife and mother come in here today?” Val asked. Claire had to admit the younger woman was good at what she did, her questions and tone intended to keep her blushing yet eager.

“Well, I’ve never done anything really… wild… in my life, and I didn’t want to feel like I’m missing out, so…”

“Well, I’m sure we can help you with that. Did you have anything particular in mind?” the woman asked. She of course knew what the mare was here for, since they’d already gone over what would happen in some detail, but she wanted to get her to say it for the camera.

“Oh. Uhm, a friend of mine suggested I should try a …feral stallion…” Claire replied, smiling and averting her eyes after uttering the last part.

Actually, Trish did more than suggest. She kept going on and on about it, telling Claire she had to try it, and after a few glasses of wine one night actually showed her a few highlights of her own little movie. The sight of her friend under a magnificent purebred stud had gotten Claire… well, let’s just say ‘interested’… and when she heard how much they were paying for these films, she was convinced. The money would be enough to pay for a family vacation. The really nice kind, that had a lot of fun outdoor activities for the kids and left the parents alone for hours at a time in a comfy hotel room, or a secluded beach…

“Well, let’s get you ready for Apollo then…” the younger woman said, walking up from behind the camera, the stiletto heels of her boots clicking on the wooden planks. The studio had been designed to resemble a sort of barn, with wooden walls and floor, some old horse-tack hanging on the walls and a bit of straw strewn on the floor. From her vantage point, Claire could see past the fourth wall – the camera crew, the sound and lighting people, the hair and make-up artist, the wranglers and all sorts of other folks busily working behind the scenes. She felt a little giddy that so many people were seeing her as naked as the day she was born, and would soon have a chance to see her mounted by an actual horse!

The director was even now making her way towards her, eyes roaming over her latest star. Claire took couldn’t help but admire the young woman’s looks, her eyes lingering with a touch of jealousy on Val’s perky C-cup breasts, noting how big they looked on the girl’s svelte body. As the human woman stepped in front of her, the mare knew she was getting an even better look at her cleavage, since even in high-heels Val’s were on level with Claire’s breasts.

The young woman gently put her hands to the centauress’ lush mounds, feeling the weight of the soft globes as she gently caressed them. Even though she found Val attractive, Claire had never been interested in another woman sexually, but had to admit there was something delightfully deviant about the small (compared to her, at least) woman fondling her breasts.

It didn’t hurt that Valerie seemed to know what she was doing, expertly kneading the mare’s ripe tits while at the same time making sure the camera could get a good shot. Claire’s nipples had soon stiffened into sensitive little nubs, a fact that didn’t escape the other woman’s attention. Val was now slowly and steadily squeezing the mare’s pillowy breasts, tweaking her nipples every time she did. Claire sighed softly, closing her eyes as she thrust her chest out, the human woman’s sensuous ministrations serving to both excite and relax her.

The centauress gasped when she suddenly felt lips first gently kiss and then envelop one nipple, looking down to meet Val’s seductive gaze as the young woman moaned into her tit. A shiver ran down her spine, culminating in a little shake of her tail as the not-entirely unfamiliar sensation washed over her. Due to their stature and build, this sort of foreplay was awkward among centaurs, so the only time Claire had felt something like this was when she was nursing her foals, and although pleasant that sensation was entirely motherly. Well, almost.

But it wasn’t a hungry little foal latched onto her teat this time. It was a buxom little minx of a woman, moaning gently into her magnificent mammary as her tongue flicked and teased her nub, her other hand gently massaging the mare’s other breast. Claire could tell Val was smiling around her nipple, obviously happy with the way the centauress was reacting. And the mare was certain she was, knowing that there was a camera pointed at her rear, it’s lens even now catching the sight of her flagging tail, and the brief, almost shy winks her mare-hood was flashing. Val took her lips off the mare’s breast, giving the stiff nub a parting kiss before moving to the next one, rolling the well-teased tit in her hand in such a way that didn’t obscure the mare’s now shinny nipple.

By the time she was done, Claire could feel her tear-shaped cunny leak a thin dribble of her honey every time it winked. Val looked up at her, hands still on the mare’s plush cleavage, and acting on a hunch Claire bent downward, placing her hands on the woman’s face as she angled it up and kissed her deeply. Valerie’s lips parted eagerly as they moaned into their kiss, the human woman taking the mare’s hand and placing it on her own perky teat. As the mare gave a little squeeze she realized the main reason Val had done that was to give the camera an unobstructed view of their lip-lock.

“So, did that help get you in the mood?” the woman asked after breaking their kiss, that coy smile once again curling her lips.

“Definitely…” Claire replied. The kiss had left her a bit short of breath, and she became aware of how her chest was heaving as she gulped in air.

“Well, let’s check to be sure…” Val added mischievously, making her way along the mare’s body. Her hand was trailing slowly down the mare’s equine spine, making her fidget as Valerie’s hand sent a tingling sensation through her sensitive and responsive body. Soon the woman had reached her tail and Claire had to turn around to see her, instinctively turning so she wasn’t facing away from the camera. Val gave the base of the mare’s tail a little scratch, making the equine appendage lift even further. The centauress saw her slowly pull the curtain of pale-gold hair away, and could hear a slight buzz as the rear camera’s lens zoomed in on her equine pussy, now undoubtedly glistening and on full display.

“Oh my, someone’s eager for a stallion!” Val exclaimed and Claire couldn’t help but giggle at the young woman’s playfully lewd tone.

As if to emphasize Val’s observation, the centauress spread her legs out slightly, even though she was already fully on display. She sighed and shuddered as the woman’s fingers traced the insides of her slit, running teasingly up and down the velvety interior of her dark equine lips. She had to admit, the girl knew her way around a mare’s body, every expert caress teasing the mare deliciously while at the same time giving the camera an eyeful.

Those fingers were slipping deeper and deeper, Claire’s winking cunt now drooling freely as it was tweaked and caressed, Val making sure to smear those juices all over her slit and even her pucker which would, by agreement, be off-limits. Without warning, the woman’s now slick hand had slipped past those winking folds, the centauress letting out a low, sensuous moan as the human woman penetrated her. Her steamy snatch easily stretched around the appendage, almost seeming to draw it further inside in its eagerness to be filled.

Claire’s breath was becoming rapid, as Val expertly started to rub her insides. The woman’s ministrations were devious as she carefully explored the centauress’ depths, guided by her body language and the increasingly aroused sounds coming from her. Without even thinking of it the mare had grabbed her own breasts, squeezing and rolling the ripe globes, arousal starting to fog her mind and remove any lingering inhibitions. She was still aware of all the eyes on her, and all the eyes that would be on her once the video was released, but rather than embarrassing her, the thought only spurred her on, the noises she was making becoming needier and lewder by the second.

All the while Valerie was focused on her task, patiently seeking the right spot in the mare’s love tunnel. She knew she’d found what she was looking for when the startled mare made a high-pitched sound as she drew in a sharp, shaky breath. Even though she knew centaurs couldn’t neigh or whinny, having an entirely human speech apparatus, the woman smiled at the uncanny resemblance of Claire’s vocalizations to those of an actual mare in heat.

“Looks like someone’s really eager for a stallion…” she teased as she focused on that one little spot, her talented fingers dancing inside the centauress’ twitching tunnel.

Claire couldn’t even formulate a reply, her mouth hanging open and eyes unfocused at the intense stimulation her mare-hood was receiving. A centauress couldn’t really explore her privates the way a human female could, and none of her lovers had been as talented, or as devious as the girl now elbow-deep inside her. Foreplay was always appreciated, but it generally didn’t take a lot to get a mare in the mood, and once she was wet and winking the stallion wouldn’t wait any longer to mount her.

When Val’s other hand sought out her flashing clit, the mare couldn’t stop herself from crying out, the loud, needy sound filling the studio. She had to brace her forelegs to keep them from buckling, her new posture only serving to stick her rear out even further. For a brief moment Claire forgot the entire studio, the waiting stud, everything but the digits wriggling in and around her steamy cunt. Just when she thought she was going to go insane she felt her insides clench and her mind bubble over as an intense orgasm wracked her body. She bit her lip, although whorish whines were still escaping her mouth as she drenched Val’s hand, the human’s fingers rubbing the right spots even as the mare’s pussy convulsed around it. Her legs almost buckled under the unexpected assault, and several delirious seconds later the mare came to, her chest heaving and her body trembling in the aftermath of her climax. And this was just the foreplay! she thought, imagining what kind of mess she’d be after the stallion was done with her.

“Well, I think you’re more than ready. How about it? Want us to bring out your stud?” Val asked, her voice dripping almost as much as the mare’s pussy.

“Y-yes…” Claire panted out. It wasn’t very eloquent, but the tone it was delivered in and the expression of naked lust on the mare’s face nevertheless made it very empathic.

A gesture from Valerie and a door opened, a wrangler trying to stay out of shot as he handed the reins to the director. The stallion gave a loud whinny as he strode through the door, as if trumpeting to announce his arrival. Although she’d seen him on film (on her friend, to be exact) she was taken aback by the sight of the majestic beast. He was a purebred Arabian, and although they weren’t a particularly large horse he looked huge next to her own pony-sized lower half.

He looked more like a male-model than an animal, his long, flowing mane draped to one side, his coat groomed to the point that it appeared polished. He probably would have looked completely black in the dim light of an actual stable, but in the bright lights of the studio every contour and muscle seemed outlined, gleaming in a rich, dark mahogany. He seemed equally impressed by her, considering the way his lip was curling to catch her scent (which the mare was sure was by now all anyone could smell) and the physical reaction this was eliciting. A loud and familiar smack filled her ears, causing her eyes to lower in time to catch a glimpse of the stallion’s ebony shaft throbbing against the beast’s underside before he relaxed it and it once again fell, bobbing up and down with every step.

Claire’s eyes remained glued to the gorgeous animal, her deep breathing flooding her senses with the stallion’s scent. She rather liked the way a male centaur smelled, but the feral stud’s musk was much more powerful, every breath urging the mare to take in more and more, until her nostrils were visibly flaring. And the sight of the tool swinging between those legs certainly wasn’t helping her get her breathing under control. While a centaur stallion’s cock was generally a little over a foot in length, the prancing stud behind her seemed just shy of two feet!

“Claire, this handsome thing is Apollo, and he will be your breeding stallion for today.” Val said as she confidently led the eager stud closer to his latest mare. Claire had no idea how to respond, but she felt that her rapidly winking pussy was saying more than enough.

It certainly was to Apollo, the stallion showing to hesitation as he bent his head and stuck his nose against mare’s privates. She could feel his lips nuzzling her as he took long, deep sniffs of her scent, letting out little nickers of approval and making the centauress shudder at the sensation of his hot breath against her pussy. It didn’t take long for the experienced stud to determine that this mare was eager enough and didn’t need any more teasing. He gave Claire’s pale-yellow rump a few gentle nips to establish dominance before rearing up and mounting her.

Claire grunted as the stallions’ considerable weight landed suddenly on her equine half, her legs bracing to support their combined weight. Apollo wasted no time, making short, testing thrusts as he tried to find her opening. Val had let him poke and prod for a bit, smiling as one thrust slid between Claire’s equine teats, the centauress cooing from the sensation of a horse cock sliding between her pert mounds. When she determined they’d had enough she gripped the stallion just below his slightly flared tip, and used her other hand to stretch Claire open, giving the camera a wonderful flash of pink between those dark folds.

Once his tip was nudged against something warm and wet, the stud needed no further urging. With one mighty shove he’d sheathed two thirds of his mammoth cock inside the stunned centauress, climbing further along her back as his rear legs moved closer to hers. A long, quivering cry was torn from Claire’s throat as the feral stallion impaled her, the sound stopping even the experienced crew dead in their tracks. They’d gotten used to sex sounds, both faked and genuine, but the primal mating cry Claire had let out was something entirely different.

The next sound from her mouth was a grunt, as the stallion bucked his hips, trying to drive yet more of his shaft into her. Claire grimaced as the horse forced her insides to stretch further, determined to hilt himself in his new mare. She’d seen this very horse in action, and had been briefed in detail by Valerie before they started. Even though Apollo was well trained and could greatly outlast a regular stud, he was still a feral horse, and knew of only one way to have sex – a rough, almost mindless rut. No centaur mare so far had been injured by having him mount her, but Val made it clear that once he was in her she was in for a wild, merciless ride until he was done.

And even though she knew what to expect, the pain still came as a surprise. What had shocked her even more was the way her mind and body were responding. Her husband was well endowed and a very skilled and considerate lover with whom she enjoyed a very active and satisfying sex life. But this was different. The stallion on top of her had a magnificent shaft and was evidently very experienced with mounting a centaur mare, but he was not making love to her, or for that matter having sex. He was fucking her, plain and simple, following a deep, instinctual need to breed a mare in heat and spurred on by the sensations of her body under his, and her pussy wrapped around him.

“Ugh, fuck!” Claire grunted, eyes screwing shut as the stallion on top of her gave another jab, snorting against the nape of the mare’s neck.

“Well, how are you enjoying your first feral stallion?” Val asked, still somewhere behind her.

“He’s- ah!- big…” was all the centauress managed. In truth, the sensation of the rod stuffed inside her was wonderful, her slick walls wrapping around every vein and contour of the stud’s shaft, the sensation of complete fullness like nothing the mare had felt since she lost her virginity. It was his brutishness that was causing her discomfort, although Claire had to admit there was some part of her that was responding to the stud’s rough treatment. She was by no means a meek woman, and wouldn’t stand for this from a male centaur, but here and now she found it irresistibly erotic to put herself in the place of a feral mare, delirious from her heat and desperate to have this stallion put a foal inside her.

“Mmh, your pussy looks beautiful stretched around his cock. And still winking, I see. Well don’t worry, Apollo has never failed to satisfy an eager mare. And you are an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Valerie almost purred behind her.

“Ungh! Yes!” Claire exclaimed, recovering from yet another thrust of the stud’s cock. She realized what Val was doing – coaxing her, getting her to talk, knowing that the fact that she was panting and barely able to form sentences would only make her dialogue sound hotter. Apollo himself wasn’t letting his director down either, neighing every now and then, a sound so deep and rumbling that Claire could feel it reverberate through the horse’s chest pressed against her back.

The stud continued bucking into her, now almost completely buried in the centauress’ quivering cunt. His rough thrusting no longer registered as discomfort to the panting mare, and Claire found herself eager to feel all of him inside her, suddenly filled by a desperate need to take every inch of that gorgeous ebony shaft. Without even thinking about it, she’d turned around and grabbed Apollo’s halter, pulling the stallion’s head over her shoulder. If the stud minded his mare’s outburst of assertiveness he didn’t show it, hooking his head over the her collar as Claire wrapped one arm around it, twining her finger’s in his mane.

“Oh God!” the centauress screamed out as the thickest part of the stud’s shaft wedged itself past her sloppy lips, the throbbing tool now buried as deep inside her as it could be.

It occurred to her that the stallion had been quite appropriately named. Apollo was a god, an unrestrained fertility deity forcing her to worship him with her body by his very presence. This theological line of thought was abruptly interrupted when she felt his shaft withdraw from her, the mare’s pussy lips clinging to every ridge as if reluctant to release it. The same lips were driven inward as the stud shoved his entire cock back in with one smooth stroke, his tip spurting a little deep within his mare.

“Augh! Fuck me, you beautiful beast!” Claire cried out, long past caring what she said or how she acted, despite the people and cameras around her, one hand gripping her feral mate, the other kneading one of her pillowy tits. The stallion’s complete lack of inhibition had washed hers away, the mare moaning like a slut as the now shiny black shaft sawed in and out of her welcoming tunnel. After all, she’d spent her life being a dutiful daughter and a loving wife and mother, so she figured she was due a day off to act as a wanton slut for this rutting stud.

Every powerful thrust of the stallion’s hips sent a jolt through her body, as that magnificent rod invaded her over and over, the medial ring rubbing deliciously against her folds as it went in and out. She could hear how messy she was back there, the sounds of their fucking getting sloppier and sloppier as their combined juices were churned inside her. She dug her hand into the soft flesh of her breast, tweaking her nipple as the stallion’s hot breath washed over her chest with every powerful exhalation.

A slight touch against her flashing clit almost made the mare jump in place, and she soon became aware of skilled fingers rubbing along the bottom of her slit, smearing the equines’ combined juices lower and lower. The mare’s pupils had narrowed to pinpricks and her mouth hung open in a silent ‘Oh’ as Val started to rub those juices onto her teats. Her little dark mounds had never gotten a lot of attention, especially after her chest had started filling out after her pregnancies, and for obvious reasons a centauress’ lover could never play with her teats while mounting her. Claire knew they were nevertheless sensitive, but never realized just how much until Valerie had started to rub and fondle the cute equine bumps while she was being rutted senseless by the feral stallion draped on top of her.

The mare’s labored breathing became ragged, as she struggled to take shuddering, shaky breaths while her brain struggled to process the signals coming from her rear. Valerie had her palms against her teats and was gently groping them, tweaking her large nubs between her fingers as she did. The extra stimulation was making Claire’s equine abdomen clench, which in turn made her insides caress the rock-hard shaft pistoning in and out of it even more intimately.

“C’mon Claire, let me see you cum around Apollo’s big, hard shaft…” the woman teased both verbally and physically, taking Claire’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezing and tweaking them expertly.

“Ughh, fuck!” the mare practically hissed through gritted teeth as her body shuddered and her pussy gushed around the stallion’s shaft. The climax wasn’t the most powerful she’d ever had, but it didn’t seem to be dying down into a hazy afterglow. Instead the centauress felt like she was riding her peak, her mind reeling from the sensations she was experiencing.

The sensation of her pussy convulsing around his cock seemed to spur her stallion on, and his tempo changed from a fast in-and-out back into sharp, powerful bucks, withdrawing about half of his mighty member only to drive it back in with every ounce of strength he had. At this point, Claire doubted the stud could do anything to her that her body wouldn’t welcome, her mind reeling every time the battering ram in her pussy nudged against her cervix, the stallion’s hefty sack slapping against her every time he claimed her cunt.

The mare squealed every time Apollo bottomed out, feeling like every savage thrust was raising her hind hooves off the ground. Yet no matter how wild he got, the centauress felt like she needed more, desperate to feel that hot length erupt inside her and fully claim her body. Her hand was now mauling her heavy breast, while Val was taking a much more tender approach in teasing her teats. Claire was a sweaty, panting mess when she was broken out of her daze by the sensation of the stallion’s massive shaft growing even bigger inside her, his flare sealing her up in preparation for the beast’s own climax.

“Ahh! He’s… He’s…” Claire heard herself stammer, her tongue stumbling over half-formed words.

“Go on, Claire. What’s he doing?” Val asked in a much steadier tone, getting the mare to speak up for the camera.

“H-He’s breeding meeEEEE!!!” the mare’s voice trailed off into a keening wail as Apollo gave one last push, stuffing every inch of his cock into his mare as his tip jutted against Claire’s cervix and his sack drew up as it prepared to shoot it’s load into her welcoming depths. He wasn’t really breeding her, the fact that Claire was on the pill preventing the already remote chance of her conceiving with a feral, but for a moment all of that was forgotten, the mare’s body instinctively rejoicing at the impending flood of hot, virile stallion sperm.

From her vantage point Val could see the underside of the stud’s cock pulse, sending blasts of hot equine spunk up his mare’s quivering love-canal. She knew Claire was coming again, her pussy winking and clenching frantically as she instinctively milked the stallion of every drop of seed he had, not a single drop of their combined juices escaping now that Apollo’s mushroom-like tip was lodged in that quivering slit.

Each pulse of the throbbing shaft was met with a sharp intake of breath from Claire, the centauress keenly aware every spurt of stud-milk being pumped inside her. And with that massive flare plugging her up the deluge of seed had nowhere to go but deeper in, seeping into her womb. She was clutching her stallion’s head as if holding on for dear life, feeling him huff against her breasts. She could feel the Apollo’s seed claiming the deepest parts of her body and felt a brief twinge of regret knowing that she would be walking out of here without his foal inside her.

The centauress began to catch her breath as the stallion’s seemingly inexhaustible supply slowed down to a trickle, and then an ooze, his shaft already beginning to slowly soften. She gave Apollo a brief peck on the cheek and a scratch between his ears before releasing his head from her embrace. Taking the cue, the stud slowly slid off and out of her, his flared tip popping out followed by a splash of his spunk, albeit only a fraction of what he’d left inside her.

“Cut!” Val said a few seconds later, once she was sure the camera had caught a good shot of Claire’s drooling pussy. The whole crew sprang into action, wranglers leading away a sated Apollo while the sound and camera crew began fiddling with their equipment. A stage hand came up to the two females, handing Claire a water bottle and Valerie a washcloth. The mare drank eagerly as she felt the young woman gently run the cloth over her messy privates, cleaning up most of her and Apollo’s combined juices, although more was slowly dripping from her slightly gaping marecunt. As the clean-up crew was called in, Val led the shaky-legged mare towards the centaur-sized showers, all the while praising her performance…

*******

Valerie sat back in her chair, chewing on her lower lip as she reviewed the first cut of Claire’s video the editor had sent her. She had, of course, had a ring side seat to the whole show, but was glad to see the cameras had perfectly captured every steamy detail. And watching the video she could also catch glimpses of the mare’s face as the stallion ploughed into her, her every expression a perfect picture of sheer ecstasy. She made a note to call her producers and get them to sign Claire on for at least a few more films.

Val was fairly certain that the mare could be cajoled into an encore performance or two, and watching her debut she was positive that anything they paid her would be money well spent. First, however, she needed to finish watching this, maybe give the editor a few notes about a final cut, and then blow off some steam. She might even need to visit Apollo’s stable for another little ‘training session’…