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As Clover searched the Enchanted Forest for the precious cloudleaf herb her granddam needed so badly, she couldn't help but think that her granddam - and everyone else in her horse-kin village - must have been wrong about this place. Her hooves moved along lightly in the springy covering of old leaves on the ground, and the hand she wasn't using to hold her ribbon-decorated gathering basket swung freely at her side.

At first, she'd been as afraid to venture into this forest as anyone else, but the deeper she went, the nicer it seemed in here. It was quite lovely, actually. Enormous trees rose to impossible heights on all sides, each one as big around as a house, and yet the forest still seemed light and airy. Sunlight filtered down into open glades full of wildflowers, and in the relative darkness under the trees, colorful mushrooms bloomed out from the bark. How bad could it be when birdsong rang and echoed from tree to tree between the sunbeams?

Granddam was just being superstitious, as usual. There were _so_many legends of dangerous beings lurking in this old forest. But that's all they were. Legends. Old tales. Something invented to scare little filly-girls from wandering off alone.

She smiled and ran her hand through her mane, looking up into the sun-speckled treetops. But then she looked down again, and she saw it - the cloudleaf herb! The gray-green leaves and the distinctive 'clouds' of white fuzz were unmistakable.

Quickly, she gathered her skirt around herself and knelt down, setting the basket next to the plant. One had to be careful when harvesting the cloudleaf herb, touching only the stems. Those fuzzy 'clouds' between the leaves had a powerful medicinal virtue when ground into a paste and boiled, but they could also sting the incautious gatherer. Mindful not to earn painful welts on her own hands, Clover reached up underneath the plants and began breaking them off by the stem one by one and filling her basket. She'd have to remember this spot. The cloudleaf herb would grow back from the roots in a year or two, and she could come gather more.

Granddam would be so_surprised when Clover returned from the Enchanted Forest not only alive, but with a huge bounty of cloudleaf herb! It was very rare outside the forest, and the village had never had quite enough to go around ... until now! She grinned almost manically to herself as she broke off stem after stem. Maybe _now everyone would take her seriously when she told them that there was nothing wrong with venturing into the forest from time to time.

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Dvori wrapped her arms around the grey mare's neck, helping to hold her centauress body in place on top of the mare's, giving her more leverage to shove her cock even deeper inside the mare's hot, willing pussy. Like all centaurs, her upper and lower halves were opposite genders, and like most centaurs these days, she'd been forced to sate her needs upon an enthralled herd of ordinary feral horses. She leaned her upper body low against the mare's neck, feeling the animal's coarse mane against her own sensitive breasts.

The mare grunted a little, and shifted her hooves to spread her hind legs a little wider. Her pussy already pulsed in sloppy wet orgasm.

Dvori, though, was scarcely even close to her own climax. She plowed deeply into the love-drunk mare, churning her cock within the velvety-soft depths of the mare's pussy. Dvori's forehooves gripped tightly against the mare's flanks, holding her firmly in place as she thrust again and again into the compliant animal. It was a habit of long practice, though no longer necessary. These mares were now so inundated with her scent that they would do absolutely anything Dvori demanded of them without the slightest hesitation.

How long had it been since she'd had a real centaur lover? The lower body of a supple mare she could take and have her way with, an upper body she could caress and kiss as she made love to him, a real mind and two caring hearts she could actually meaningfully bond with? And oh! The smell of a male centaur, every bit as potent and intoxicating as her own. How she missed it! Dvori clutched the grey mare more tightly, fantasizing of her imaginary lover's broad, well-muscled chest and rippling abs. Her cock swelled at the tip deep inside her mare, flaring out and spreading open the entrance to the mare's womb.

'Yes!' she cried out, to the uncomprehending beast, driving her massive cock as deeply as she could possibly manage inside the mare. 'Oh Goddess yes!'

Her cock throbbed. Thick streams of cum gushed deep inside the mare's pussy. The poor creature orgasmed again as her womb was flooded with potent centauress seed, and her inner walls pulsed around Dvori's cock, instinctively milking it for more. Cum spewed out between her cock and the mare's pussy lips, spattering down into the grass as the mare was filled and overfilled.

Now sated and emptied, Dvori let go of the mare's neck and slid down off her back. The mare's raised tail showed a perfect picture of her pussy. It winked open, showing a flash of pink and releasing another little deluge of white. Dvori ran her hands through her hair, wiping away a little bit of sweat she'd built up. Yes, a job well done. This mare would give birth to a perfectly ordinary horse in eleven months' time. Only a male centaur could bear her a proper child for her to suckle. If the baby was a colt, she'd run him out of the herd when he came of age; if a filly, she'd have one more mare to train. As limited as the satisfaction from feral mares was, she never minded having a few extra.

The grey mare slowly eased out of her pleasure-induced stupor, turning around to come nuzzle Dvori's chest. Dvori stroked the mare's face and mane a little, more out of idle wistfulness than anything else. The bestial affection of these mares was just instinctual, meaningless to her. Of course they adored her with every fiber of their being. With the perfume of Dvori's centauress scent in the air, how could they not?

Stepping away from the lovestruck mare, she sniffed the air, as had long become habit in a forest that could be as treacherous as this one. She had a herd to protect and nurture, after all. Her own earthy-sweet musk. The sharper tang of several feral mares in heat. The sticky warm smell of her spilled cum. The usual wafts of leaves and loam in the sunlight. An acrid hint of venomous kyeechee dogs on the breeze, but all the packs in this area had already learned their lesson about messing with Dvori's herd.

But there was something else. Just a faint tinge at the very limit of what she could scent. Broken cloudleaf herbs. Cinnamon and baking flour. Straw and hay. And just the slightest hint of an unfamiliar mare.

A horse-kin girl! The horse-kin never ventured into the forest! But apparently this one had. And if Dvori could follow her scent and find her before the kyeechee dogs did, she would gain a wonderful new addition to her herd. One taste was all it ever took. Just one taste, and that horse-kin girl would be hers.

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Clover's fur stood on end as she gathered up the last of the cloudleaf herb. She kept glancing over her shoulder, but all she ever saw was a little flit of motion here, a brief shadow there. Leaves rustled off and on, never when she was looking. Something relatively small, probably no bigger than a dog. Either very fast or a lot of them ... or both. And very, very sneaky.

Hurriedly, she stuffed the last sprig of the herb into her basket and stood up. When she turned to face the forest behind her, there wasn't the slightest hint of movement. Nothing at all to indicate that anything was out there. But her fur still tingled. She knew something was there. Maybe her granddam had been right about the forest after all.

Whatever was out there in the undergrowth, would it attack her if she just walked confidently past it? Or maybe she should run? Or maybe she should try to climb a tree? But all the trees here were so tall. Even the lowest branches were higher than the highest trees near the village. And anyway, the horse-kin weren't particularly known for their climbing ability. Hooves for feet didn't lend well to that. But they were excellent runners. Could she outrun whatever was out there? Maybe if she--

Soft, melodic notes of someone singing beautifully came from somewhere behind her. Clover's ears perked up. What was that? She'd never heard singing like that before. It was wordless, but so passionate and serene!

The things in the brush moved. She saw one! Dark brown with livid purple stripes, the flitting thing looked vaguely like a twisted, hairless dog. Sharp teeth protruded from its mouth, and it moved with a bounding speed that belied its awkward-looking limbs. Oh how glad she was that the things - there were certainly several out there - were running away from her!

Or were they running away from the lovely sound of that singing voice?

Clover turned to look for the source of the singing, but she couldn't see anything, not even when she darted a little to the side to peer around the gigantic bole of the nearest tree. It was definitely out there, though, filtering through the forest more clearly than ever.

A wiser horse-kin might have taken that opportunity to flee all the way back to the safety of the village. Clover's granddam certainly would. But the more Clover heard of that lovely melody, the more certain she was that the source of it couldn't possibly be anything dangerous. It _must_be just as lovely as that voice. And didn't her mysterious benefactor deserve a word of thanks? She ever so much wanted to know what sort of heavenly being had such a voice. The Enchanted Forest held so many mysteries. If Clover knew even a little of them, horse-kin would be coming to hear tales of it and ask her advice for years to come. Only the very bravest - or the most foolhardy - of horse-kin would make such a choice: Clover took that first fateful step toward the voice.

The closer she drew to it, though, the farther away it seemed to get. And yet it always seemed to be just around the next giant tree, just over the next boulder-strewn hill. Wherever that angelic voice came from, it was someone more nimble in this forest than Clover was. But she kept on. Was it fleeing from her? Was it afraid? Or did it just happen to be going in that direction? Forgetting herself, she plunged deeper and deeper into the forest, seemingly always just a few steps from catching a glimpse of that beautifully harmonic singer off in the distance.

Finally, Clover broke out into an open glade, a broad expanse of sunshine, tall grass, and white flowers that dazzled her eyes. When she blinked her vision clear, she saw the feral horses dotted all around the luscious pasture ... and one among them was different. Very different. Clover's jaw dropped. Yes, that was her singer. But how could it be?

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Dvori smiled to herself as her unwitting quarry emerged into the glade. She'd known much of the mare-girl from smell alone, but this was Dvori's first time actually seeing the young horse-kin woman. Oh how lovely!

Finding any horse-kin to add to her herd would be wonderful, but _this_one... Perhaps Dvori's judgment was a tad askew after so many decades of having feral horses alone for companionship, but she couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful this one was. Dark brown fur, nearly black, that shimmered in the sunlight, a shining black mane, and even though her skirt and blouse were very modest, hints of nice full and proud breasts and long, curvaceous legs still managed to show through. Dvori licked her lips.

The young horse-kin woman stumbled into the glade like a foal just learning its legs. 'Heyla!' she called out, waving her hand up. 'Please don't run! I won't hurt you!'

Dvori stifled a laugh and muttered, 'I should think not,' under her breath. She _did_let her smile show through as she approached the newest member of her herd, though. It was time to put on the charm. She stopped only a few paces away from the naïve girl, slowing to the most patient and gentlest of steps. After all, she didn't want to scare her away, now did she?

The horse-kin girl raised a hand toward Dvori. 'You're... You're a centaur!'

'Yes.' Observant, wasn't she? Dvori came a little closer, close enough for the girl to touch, though she pulled her hand away at the last moment and didn't do so. 'And I am called Dvori.'

'I'm--' The girl paused, holding her hands tightly to her bountiful chest, watching Dvori warily. 'I'm Clover Windmayne. I thought... Well, I thought there weren't any centaurs anymore...'

Dvori slowly circled around her, reaching out and brushing her hand along Clover's shoulders, across her glossy mane. 'We persevere.'

'And you're ... you're naked!'

'Yes.' Dvori smiled to herself. Ah, such primitive ideas of modesty. Her new broodmare would soon be cured of those. Drawing even closer as she slowly circled, Dvori brushed her flanks lightly against the the young horse-girl's shoulders.

Soon, as was inevitable, Clover happened to get a glimpse of something under Dvori's belly, between her hind legs. Clover gasped. 'Your lower half is male!'

'Yes, of course. Centaurs always have opposite genders in each half.' How did people not know this anymore? Were centaurs truly so rare now? Had even the legends become lost?

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Clover felt as if her head were spinning. A real live centaur, right there, circling around her! She could feel the warmth coming of Dvori's white and chestnut-patterned fur. The centauress's upper body - pale and furless just like the legendary pure humans of old - shone in the sunlight with supple curves and handsome breasts with proudly jutting pink nipples. Her hair didn't quite match the color of her fur and her tail, but was nonetheless beautiful.

And the smell of her! Clover's basket dropped out of her hand, and she didn't even notice. Her whole mind swam with the heady, sweet and earthy scent of the centauress. It was like a fog pervading her entire being, despite the bright sunlight. And yet, it bloomed into a warmth inside her, an almost giddy feeling of elation welling up from deep down in her body.

She took half a step toward the magnificent creature, then felt the dampness in her panties. Oh! So that's_what the warmth blooming inside her was! It clicked perfectly in her head. Of course! The powerful, sleek muscles moving under Dvori's fur, her alluring, pale, and oh-so-naked skin. The confident beauty of her angular face. And that _smell, that intoxicating smell!

Clover turned and tried to return to the cover of the trees, but Dvori was so much faster, so much more agile than her. Before Clover even made it more than a couple steps, the centauress stood side-on in front of her. Clover stumbled and fell to her knees in front of Dvori.

And there it was: Dvori's cock. It curved downward underneath the centauress's belly, already far more massive than any horse-kin man Clover had ever seen, and yet there still seemed to be more of it left to emerge from that thick sheath. The mottled pink and brown shaft of it all but gleamed in the light, criss-crossed by veins as thick as clover's fingers near the base. And behind it, big pendulous balls, smooth and bulging with potent seed. As the fog of the centauress's musk further enveloped her, even the hints of veins along Dvori's underbelly and inner thighs drew Clover's gaze and made her nearly drool in anticipation. Anticipation? Anticipation of what?

She pulled back a little ... but not very far. 'Uh ... your, um, your...'

Dvori side-stepped toward her. The big horsecock swung and dropped even more, swelling to its full size even as it still drooped downward toward the grass. It was huge even when judged by the standard of full-size feral horses.

As much as she knew she should, Clover simply couldn't look away from it. She found her hands reaching out toward it without even thinking.

'Feel free, my dear Clover. You may touch.'

What was she doing out here? Clover just couldn't get her head around it. Everything was so foggy and fuzzy and steamy down here. And then there was that cock, that magnificent cock, right there in front of her...

Her hands moved forward all on their own, reaching out until they felt the firm round girth of Dvori's cock. It was so warm in her hands, so thick and heavy. Her fingers could barely close around its width.

At first when her hands slid up and down the centauress's cock, it was just because she wanted to feel every last bit of it, from the bulge around the tip to the broad, veined surface of the base. But somehow, exploring its contours and shape merged right into stroking it entirely for Dvori's pleasure. Clover lightly rubbed her hands up and down the whole shaft, reveling in the way it swung a little when she moved over it. She cupped the centauress's massive balls, reveling in their heft and the smooth, firm curves of them. So much like a horse-kin's, but ever so much bigger and more virile. With her other hand, she held the shaft close to her face, willfully sniffing in more of the scent now, giving herself over to it.

Her heart pounded when she saw the huge cock beginning to rise up toward Dvori's belly, and she leaned ever closer, drinking in even more of that intoxicating smell. When her lips touched the side of the shaft, she didn't even realize it at first. All she knew was the way her tail was rising up, the soaking wet spot in her panties, the unbearable heat blooming upward from between her legs. Only gradually did she realize that she had her mouth planted in a wet kiss against the side of Dvori's hard, throbbing cock.

And ... and why _shouldn't_she? She wanted this - oh how much she wanted this! Why should she stop herself? No reason came to her lust-fogged mind. Finally giving in, she slid her mouth and then her tongue all the way up and down that glorious shaft, all the while holding it firmly against her mouth with one hand and caressing those brimming, oh-so-potent balls with her other hand.

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Dvori stretched her lower body forward, leaving more room down there. Her tail flicked a little, and she rubbed her own more and more sensitive breasts as the horse-kin girl slathered that warm wet tongue over the length of her cock.

This was part of what Dvori had been missing so much. As well-trained as her herd of mares were, she hadn't been able to teach any_of them the value of a little oral attention. If her mares were aroused, they wanted to be fucked and filled, and that was it. This _Clover, though... Dvori twisted her upper body around to the side, watching her work. She was not only eager, but actually rather skilled. Dvori's whole body shivered with the tingling light that Clover's delicately soft tongue and lips brought.

But what _truly_astounded her was when Clover slid her mouth all the way out to the tip, shuffled to the side a little to get a better position kneeling in the grass, and then spread her lips all the way around Dvori's cock. With difficulty, of course, but she actually did it!

Dvori gasped. She struggled to restrain herself, remind herself not to put her weight into thrusting her way down Clover's throat. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had done this with her! The inviting warmth of Clover's mouth suffused over her tip, and then even further as Clover bobbed her head to take more.

Of course, it couldn't go on like this. The size difference was just too great. It wasn't long before Clover pulled back, coughing and sputtering, and she hadn't even made it halfway to Dvori's medial ring. Even so, the fact she'd gotten even as far as that was astonishing.

And Clover didn't give up, either. As she recovered from taking Dvori's cock as deeply as she could possibly go, she worked her way kissing and licking up and down the rest of the shaft, coating every last bit of it in a glistening sheen.

Dvori was in ecstasy already, but that didn't mean it couldn't be even better... 'Do not neglect the rest, dear.'

Clover didn't neglect it. Not at all. To Dvori's surprise, she began with the sheath. Clover planted her warm mouth against the delicate, sensitive skin of it and suckled lovingly, her hands still sliding up and down Dvori's shaft.

When Clover moved on to the balls, though, she gave them her absolute, undivided attention. Holding the heavy double handful with both hands, she pressed her face up against them, nuzzling her little horsey face into every nook and cranny. Her tongue danced across their smooth curves, making Dvori's fur stand on end with the sparkling pleasure she'd been missing for so long. The horse-kin girl breathed deeply down there, her nostrils brushing against Dvori's inner thighs. This was it, Dvori knew. Clover was already addicted to her musk. There would be no turning back now.

Nor would there be for Dvori herself. When Clover returned to her tip and took her cock even deeper, even partially into the softness of the girl's throat, Dvori knew her first orgasm would be coming soon, far sooner than she was accustomed to. Oh how she'd missed the feeling of a warm, supple mouth wrapped around her cock! And anyway, it was all for the better. Once Clover had one taste, she'd belong to Dvori forever. Then this experience with Clover's soft, delicate mouth would only be the first of many to come.

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Clover shoved herself down relentlessly on the centauress's cock. She didn't know why she was doing it, she didn't bother figuring that out. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the stiff warm bulk of that meaty horsecock. It plugged her mouth completely, filled her utterly. Her hands stroked up and around every bit of that substantial shaft her mouth couldn't reach. Even her hands struggled to reach far enough to touch those massive, brimming balls perched up above and just waiting to unload on her.

Dvori's big, horsey lower body dominated everything Clover could see. Her musk was the only thing Clover smelled. The firm thickness of her cock the only thing Clover felt. Soft, quickening breaths of her passion the only thing Clover heard. And the taste! The seeping flow of pre-cum made her tongue tingle, seemed to inundate her entire mouth until it was all she could taste, but still she wanted more!

Luckily for her, it seemed she was likely to get more. _Much_more. Dvori's tip began to swell deep inside Clover's mouth. She could only take a little bit of it before it cut off all ability to breathe, making her gag and pull back. By the time she pulled it out of her mouth, it was already swelling wide, so much that it was difficult to pop it free from her lips.

And then she finally saw it: Dvori's flare. Her heart wanted to leap out of her chest out of pure lust and desire. The tip of Dvori's cock had swelled out obscenely into a broad bell shape, as wide around as her outstretched hand at the tip, maybe wider. She planted her lips against it, and the hot bulk of it dwarfed her petite muzzle. She licked her tongue out, and the wide hole in the tip blessed her with a few more thick drops of pre-cum to slide down her throat like syrupy ambrosia. Even as she drank it down, she kept working Dvori's shaft with her hands, knowing the end must be close, knowing she'd soon get her reward.

It took a little longer than Clover expected, and when it came she barely got any warning. Dvori let out a choked little moan, her hips jutted forward and pushed Clover back. Clover felt the mighty pulse of it in her hands a scant moment before it hit her mouth, giving her just long enough to plant her tongue under the hole in Dvori's tip, her mouth held open and ready to receive all that she'd earned.

Nothing could have prepared her for the thick jet of cream that spewed straight across her tongue. It splashed against the back of her mouth and poured down her throat. Even though she swallowed as quickly as she could, even the first heavy pulse was enough to overflow her mouth and drip from the corners of her lips down onto her blouse. And that was only the first.

More followed, even as the remnants of the first still sloshed in her mouth. Hearty streams of cum as thick as one of her fingers pumped out of Dvori's cock, each one enough to fill Clover's mouth completely all on its own. The salty, creamy taste of it owned her, claimed her, overwhelmed her. Globby streams of it drizzled from her mouth. It filled her throat from top to bottom and _still_she guzzled down more. There was a growing fullness in her belly that she craved. A warm, satisfying completeness, and yet there was still something missing. If she could just drink down more...

But Dvori's orgasm was finally beginning to taper off. Her last few spurts of cum were perhaps only as much as a horse-kin man might produce. Clover desperately forced the thick, goopy warmth down her throat, despite the feeling of full tightness in her belly. She still stroked Dvori's cock, hoping to milk out just a little bit more.

It didn't work. Now that it was spent, Dvori's cock went limp to the point where Clover's hands were more holding it up than stroking it. And losing its stiffness made it no less huge and heavy. Clover's arms actually strained a little with the effort of holding up that thick rope of horsecock. Finally, she let go of it, letting it swing down toward the ground.

Clover's face, her blouse, her skirt were all coated in the thick, strong-smelling sheen of creamy white cum. With her hands now free, she wiped herself down, greedily gathering it onto her fingers before licking them clean and going back for more. There was always a little bit more to be gleaned.

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Dvori side-stepped neatly away from Clover, managing to get off of her without even coming close to hurting horse-kin girl with any of her powerful legs. For a time, she was content to watch Clover methodically cleaning herself, but she soon stepped back, touching Clover's hand and stopping her.

'Oh you poor thing, just look at the state of your clothes,' Dvori said, caressing one finger down from Clover's neck to her chest.

Clover looked down at herself, really looked. The poor girl's mouth hung open, and her eyes went wide. Her gaze shot back up toward Dvori ... and then softened. The smell - and the taste of cum - were working their magic on her, binding her as part of Dvori's herd.

'Do not be distressed. You shan't need them any longer.'

'I... I won't?'

Dvori licked her lips slightly as she touched the top of Clover's blouse with both hands. It had been ages since she'd done anything like this, but she quickly managed to undo the top button.

Clover gasped at first, but knelt there in front of Dvori, trembling and submissive as she began to be slowly, carefully undressed.

One by one, Dvori worked her way down the horse-kin girl's blouse buttons. Soon, an ample cleft of cleavage showed, then exposing some odd white undergarment Dvori had never seen the like of before. But she kept working her way down, all the way to the bottom of Clover's blouse, which she had to pull up out of the skirt. Once she had all the buttons off, she pushed it off over the horse-girl's shoulders. Clover let it slide down to the ground unheeded, never breaking her gaze toward Dvori.

When Dvori tried to undo the undergarment over Clover's breasts, she was rebuffed by the small, incomprehensible thing. There were no buttons or laces of any kind on it. She ran her fingers over the curves of Clover's breasts and prodded the thing, but found no way to remove it ... but it seemed to tight to simply slip off.

Clover took care of that herself, reaching behind her back. She snapped something back there, and her breasts instantly dropped a little, resting more freely. The undergarment seemed to just fall off of her after that.

And oh how glad Dvori was to see it fall. Or, more precisely, to see the generous swells of the young girl's breasts. Even bigger than Dvori's own, still covered in Clover's short dark fur, each one crowned with a dark nipple that looked small against the massive roundness. Dvori brazenly reached down and grabbed both of them, each one more than filling one of her hands. Oh how lovely! Nothing could quite match the yielding, yet resilient softness of breasts.

She toyed with them, biting her lip slightly. She pinched Clover's nipples and ran her fingers over every delicious curve. It wasn't like being with a male centaur, of course, but she hadn't been exclusive to males even when there were plenty around to be had, and she'd long pined for the touch of her fingers against the soft supple bulge of a pair of lovely breasts. She could touch her own, of course, but it just wasn't the same. And the tiny teats of her feral mares didn't even bear thinking about.

'What ... what are we doing?' Clover asked. She suddenly brushed Dvori's hands away from her chest and covered herself with her arms. 'I don't... Why? Why do you smell so...?'

Oh that wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. The horse-kin girl was dangerously close to waking up, snapping out of Dvori's spell. Quickly, Dvori grabbed Clover's shoulders and pulled her upright. She lifted Clover's chin with one finger, leaned down and kissed her.

In a way, it was like kissing one of her mares. The horse-kin girl's face did look ever so much like a feral horse's. But unlike the mares, who would just be confused by such an act, Clover obviously _liked_the kiss and returned it eagerly. And despite the lingering taste of her own cum, Dvori enjoyed the kiss as well. How long had it been since she'd shared a moment of such tender intimacy?

She didn't allow herself to become _too_distracted with that, though, even when Clover's hands ventured to touch her withers. She had an ulterior motive for getting so close: the laces along the side of Clover's skirt.

Rather than protesting when her skirt fell down into the grass, Clover took the opportunity to slide her hands up Dvori's upper body and touch her breasts.

Dvori cooed in pleasure. Oh to be touched so delicately, so gently! Oh to be-- She gasped when Clover leaned further in and planted her lips around one pink nipple, looking up into Dvori's eyes as she licked and gently sucked.

A shudder ran through Dvori's whole body. She had honestly forgotten how wonderful it felt to have the gentle touch of a lover's lips there.

Smiling down benevolently, Dvori ran one hand through Clover's mane. 'Yes, you shall be part of my herd now.'

Clover pulled away from her slightly, but the horse-girl's nostrils flared, full of Dvori's seductive scent. 'H-herd?'

'And that means you are part of my family. No longer will you be Clover Windmayne. Now and forevermore you will be Clover Dvorishe.'

'Clover ... Dvorishe...' Her eyes went a little unfocused, her knees trembled and she almost fell, perhaps would have if it weren't for Dvori bracing her up.

Dvori gestured at the mares surrounding them, all watching intently, all with their tails raised high in arousal and anticipation. But they weren't staring at Clover so much as they were staring at Dvori - at Dvori's cock as it rose back to life in response to Clover's gentle touches and alluring body. 'Are you ready to join them, Clover Dvorishe? Are you ready to become mine?'

Her breasts rose and fell as her chest heaved. She nodded ever so slightly.

'There remains one more task for you before you can truly be mine.'

'I want to ... to belong. I must belong. I must ... be yours.'

Dvori leaned down close to Clover's body, running her hands down the horse-girl's sides, over her sleek curves ... and down to the the very last scrap of clothing she had: a pair of tightly clinging panties. These Dvori did recognize, though there were far more scanty than would have been acceptable back in the times when she used to mingle with two-legged beings. How scandalous! Had Clover come out here with the intention of seduction?

She pulled the panties down Clover's long legs, dropping the little scrap of fabric down on top of the skirt and leaving Clover completely bare from head to hooves. Such an adorable little slit between the horse-girl's legs. Nothing like the soft, juicy vulva of a mare or a male centaur. And so small! This would be interesting. Dvori had no fear that she wouldn't fit inside though - not with the way Clover's slit was dripping.

'It is time, Clover Dvorishe,' she said, grabbing the horse-girl's shoulders and forcibly turning her around.

'But I...'

Dvori ignored Clover's protest, forcing her to bend over, sliding forelegs up and over her back. 'Brace yourself, my lovely. This may be difficult the first time, but you will soon grow accustomed to giving yourself to me.'

---

Clover couldn't help but succumb beneath the centauress's massive body, overwhelmed by her superior weight and strength. She gasped in a deep breath, and that's when the musk hit her again, overwhelming her in an entirely different way. 'Yes!' she cried out as she felt the hot, firm tip of Dvori's cock prod against her thigh. It came from her instinctively, effortlessly. 'Claim me! Use me! Own me! Make me one of your broodmares!' What was she even saying? How did it come to her so easily?

Dvori nudged her hips forward in a series of quick jerking motions, poking and prodding, obviously seeking for--

'Aahn!' she gasped as Dvori's cock pushed directly against her pussy lips. It didn't penetrate. Of course it didn't - it was massive! But just the pressure and the intimate contact, the feeling of her own juices being smeared together with just a dab of Dvori's pre-cum ... it sent a wave of disorienting pleasure through Clover's head.

Clover braced her arms against Dvori's sturdy forelegs, holding tight. Even though she somehow knew she had to do this, she also knew it wasn't going to be easy.

Thankfully, Dvori seemed quite experienced in the way she slowly, gradually increased the pressure, rubbing up and down a little as she did, spreading Clover's juices around the tip of her cock, working Clover's pussy lips apart, beginning to spread them open.

And Clover did her best to help, pushing back against Dvori's pressure, wiggling her hips slightly. She didn't understand why, but she knew she had_to have this. She'd been in heat before, of course, and she'd even been taken by horse-kin men before. But this was something different entirely. There would be no going back from this. Some deep, primitive part of her didn't _want to go back from this, not ever. She was now right where she belonged - being mounted and claimed by Dvori - and once she proved her worth and accepted Dvori inside her, she would be together with her forevermore.

At just the right moment, Dvori pushed forward slowly, but inexorably. Clover's pussy lips stretched and strained, and the tip of Dvori's cock slowly slid between them, surging ever so slightly inside her.

Clover squealed, a high pitched keening in the back of her throat. She couldn't help it. That cock was just so massive, so warm, so utterly filling! And now that Dvori was inside, she pressed forward even more, taking what was rightfully hers. The inside of Clover's pussy opened like never before. Bit by bit, Dvori's cock spread her from the inside out, filling her to an extent she never dreamed possible. Soon, all too soon, before Clover had taken even half of the centauress's massive cock, the tip of it pressed right up against her womb, leaving her wrapped around it with not the slightest smidgen of space to spare. Every bit of her hugged against the minutest contours of Dvori's cock, molding herself to the huge new shape inside of her.

When Dvori began to move - began to truly fuck her - it wasn't with the rough, eager abandon of a feral stallion, much to Clover's relief. Dvori thrusted gently, slowly ... but still in a powerful, completely self-assured way. She wasn't taking it easy on Clover because she was afraid of hurting her, nor was she rushing to the finish as if she was afraid of losing her. It was absolutely obvious to Clover that Dvori knew exactly what to do and how to do it, and she was prepared to take her time.

Even as gentle as it was, the feeling of Dvori's cock rippling slowly in and out of her pussy filled Clover's entire being. It felt as if the warm, pulsing presence of that huge horsecock spread deeper and deeper inside her - simmering waves that spread from deep in her belly all throughout her entire body with every thrust.

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Dvori clenched her hands against her own breasts, squeezing them fiercely as she plowed her cock into the nubile horse-girl. Clover's pussy was so tight! It felt as if the girl was constantly squeezing her down there.

And the wonderful sounds Clover made! So many desperate little moans and gasps with even the slightest motion ... such an improvement over the feral mares, who seldom gave more than a slight gasp, even at the moment of their orgasm.

If the increasing volume and pitch of Clover's cries was any indication, her own orgasm would be coming soon ... and it was going to be much more vocal than what Dvori was accustomed to settling for.

But there was no settling_for anything here. Not for Dvori. This was the absolute pinnacle, the best sex she'd had in decades! Even though she had to be gentle with someone as small and inexperienced as Clover just out of necessity, Dvori gave herself over to the pleasure. She couldn't wait to drive the horse-kin girl to orgasm, to hear her scream in passion. With the feral mares, Dvori never cared whether they reached their climax or not. But with _Clover... With her, it suddenly mattered a great deal, almost as much as Dvori's own pleasure.

Dvori didn't have to wait long. The sheer size of her cock and the gentle, unstoppable motion soon drove the young horse-woman over the edge.

Clover did not, in fact, scream. When her body gave way and squeezed down even harder against Dvori's cock, she only gave a long, squeaking moan. The poor horse-girl couldn't even draw enough breath to give voice to her orgasm, and yet her thin peal of breathless passion was music to Dvori's ears.

Those sounds Clover made - they were just so cute! Dvori had to have more of them. And she could get more. All she had to do was keep going.

She scarcely gave Clover a moment's rest before resuming her slow, steady thrusts. Indeed, that _did_draw desperate moaning gasps from the horse-girl. It was as if Clover was begging for more. Every sound from the girl's lips made that clearer than ever, even if the way she pushed back against Dvori's cock wasn't clear enough.

Well, if Clover wanted more, Dvori was happy to give it. _More_than happy. She knew it was impossible for her to fully hilt herself inside such a small lover, but that wouldn't stop her from trying.

Dvori pressed forward, finally letting some of that repressed urgency and need show through. Somehow, impossibly, her cock _did_slide deeper than ever before. Clover cried out - in distress this time, not with need - and she actually gave way a little. But once Dvori was so deeply inside her, Clover soon settled, arching her back against Dvori's belly and moaning deeply.

After that, Dvori abandoned all pretense of restraint. She fucked Clover as fully and as passionately as any of her mares, taking the horse-girl's full measure with each and every stroke. And even though she longed to keep this going, to listen to the moaning music of Clover's voice a little longer, Dvori knew she was coming close to her climax. Her balls clenched, and her flare began to swell. No matter. She would have Clover many, many times in the days and years to come. If this first time was a little short due to an excess of passion and being more than a little bit pent up with the need for a lover like Clover, that was just what was meant to be.

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Clover completely lost her voice when she felt the immense pressure of Dvori's tip flaring deep inside of her. She could remember how huge that flare was when it had been about to empty itself into her mouth. To now have that inside her... It was too much! And at the same time, it wasn't enough.

There was a hunger inside her, a new and yawning emptiness she'd never felt before but now felt more keenly than anything else, even more keenly than the ache of being overfilled with massive horsecock. Her womb cried out to be drowned in life-giving seed, to finally belong to Dvori beyond any possible doubt. The flare of Dvori's cock spread her so wide inside that she felt the pinch of her womb being forced open at the apex of every thrust, and she knew she'd be perfectly positioned to take every last drop ... but she just couldn't wait one moment longer! She needed this!

'Please! More!' Clover shouted without thinking. Cum still dripped from her lips and sloshed in her belly, but there just wasn't a drop of it where she truly needed to be filled. 'Give me your cum, Dvori! Give me your foals! Make me yours!'

It might have been mere coincidence, but Clover liked to think that it was her desperate plea that drove Dvori to her full.

That enormous horsecock throbbed inside Clover's pussy. The deluge of cum cascaded into her with all the force of a river, instantly filling her womb to the brim with thick, creamy-hot cum. She felt it as a gooey warmth that seemed to flow through all her body, not just that one spot deep inside.

But of course Dvori wasn't finished with just one hefty spurt. That was only the beginning. More and more came, quickly overfilling every last nook and cranny of Clover's pussy. Sticky white splatters burst out from between her tightly stretched pussy lips and Dvori's shaft. She could feel the warmth of it trailing down her legs, soaking her fur.

Dvori's hips thrust instinctively forward as she orgasmed, always seeking to push deeper, deeper. With no room left to give, Clover was pushed painfully forward. And yet that pain was a distant, feeble thing compared to the inundating warmth of being pumped full ... more full than she could ever have dreamed. Dvori's cum flowed through her in a steady stream, constantly replenishing every drop that was squeezed out of her by forcing in yet another wave of fresh heat.

When Dvori's orgasm finally tapered off to nothing, Clover didn't even notice at first. The centauress kept her cock in place deep inside, and it kept thumping and throbbing ... just less and less cum came out each time. Those massive balls had finally been drained dry, at least for the moment.

And even when her cock had stopped throbbing, Dvori breathed in deep gasps against Clover's back and kept it hilted inside as long as she could ... all the way until it went limp and soft, until the squeezing of Clover's pussy forced it to slide back out. Another shower of cum joined what was already seeping all the way down her legs. Even her hooves were soaked!

Would she get pregnant from this? Could she get pregnant from this? A bizarre part of her - one she never would have guessed about before today - hoped she would. That would be the ultimate expression of belonging to Dvori. And wanting to belong to Dvori was somehow the only thing she ever wanted now.

When Dvori stepped back away from her, robbing her of the support she'd been getting from the centauress's forelegs, Clover's own legs wobbled and shook. She nearly fell into the puddle of cum-soaked grass beneath her. Just as much as ever, her tail remained twitchingly high above her ass, still presenting an inviting picture to the centauress she now belonged to.

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Dvori stepped back and admired her newest - and very well-fucked - herd member. With her tail still raised and still bent over forward, Clover presented a perfect little picture. Dvori gazed in approval at the thick, slow stream of cum oozing out of the horse-girl's pussy. Sadly, any offspring would be horse-kin like her, not centaurs like Dvori. But still, it felt good to be creating a new life more meaningful than the feral horses in her herd.

Dvori herself still breathed a little heavily. She'd given so much of herself to Clover. And, well, she had made quite the mess, hadn't she? Clover's legs were soaked in sticky white, not to mention the now-drying leftovers plastered around her muzzle and neckline.

She came up alongside Clover and took her hand, helping the horse-kin girl stand upright again. It always amazed Dvori how such beings managed to balance on just two legs so easily. Even as exhausted as Clover was, she managed to stand without overmuch difficulty.

'Come, beloved,' Dvori told her. 'I will take you to bathe in the river, and along the way, you can meet the rest of my herd.' The feral mares _were_drawing quite close now. Their intelligence was limited, but they instinctively knew the meaning of what they'd just seen. They knew that Clover was part of the herd now.

Shakily, Clover turned and braced her hands on Dvori's back, as if she intended to mount!

Dvori danced away and blocked her. 'No, Clover. You will never ride me.' Centaurs did not suffer themselves to be ridden like mere beasts. Not ever. And especially not when the potential rider was dripping with cum!

'Oh...' Rebuked and showing obvious remorse, Clover backed away.

But Dvori didn't let her get too far away before stopping her with a comforting smile and a beckoning hand. She whinnied to the chestnut mare behind her, then looked back down at Clover. 'Here. You may ride Gwena. She was trained to the saddle before finding her way into my herd.'

Clover nodded meekly and moved to mount Gwena instead. Gwena fidgeted at first, but one harsh look was all it took to quiet her down and allow Clover to mount. Once atop Gwena, Clover had eyes only for Dvori. The presence of her gaze was palpable on Dvori's back.

And she _liked_it that way. Perfect. Perhaps, in time, Clover could be trained well enough and trusted thoroughly enough to be sent back to her village, to go back and lead more of her kind here...

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Clover did her best to stay in place on Gwena's back. It wasn't easy. Her village didn't have many feral horses, and she'd seldom gotten the chance to ride one before. She'd never ridden one without saddle and bridle.

Despite how recently and how thoroughly she'd just been satisfied, she couldn't help staring at Dvori's thick and powerful flanks, her lithe upper back and her swishing tail, the occasional glimpses of her swinging balls down between her white and chestnut legs. Even as a little more of Dvori's cum leaked out of her onto the feral's back, Clover licked her lips, anticipating times in the future when she might get even more.

There was a brief moment when she glanced back into the glade where her clothes languished, trampled into the grass. Would someone come looking for her? What would they think if they found her clothes in a rumpled pile, soaked with cum? What was she doing? She couldn't just leave like this! She had a village and a family!

Just as she began to panic, though, Dvori came alongside Gwena and caressed one hand along Clover's thigh. 'Worry not, beloved. You are mine now. Your place is with me, with my herd.'

Maybe it was something about the centauress's smell, or maybe the sound of her voice... Clover found herself relaxing, easing back into the perfectly harmonious flow of being part of Dvori's herd. The warm, furry back between her legs soaked in Dvori's potent cum, just as her own body did deep inside. Why would Clover ever want to be anywhere else? It shouldn't seem so right, but it just did. So right, so perfect. It just fit. She fit. This was where she belonged.

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