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For Fionn the sound of hooves clattering against the dusty road had long since faded into the background. Getting up at the crack of dawn only to spend an entire day plodding along at the slow pace of a merchant's caravan does tend to dull ones mind. Even the slight discomfort of his armour, needed to keep up his professional appearance, has fortunately faded too from the centaur's thoughts. Leaving him plenty of brain space for his thoughts to wander as his gaze roams over the landscape.

'If I never see another farm again, it'll be too soon.' This part of their journey has brought the group to a rather more densely populated part of the country. At least, as densely populated as countryside can be. Farms abutting farms, small patches of wild nature few and far between. Excellent for a caravan guard such as Fionn as, unless they're ambushed by a group of marauding gnomes, there's nowhere for any would-be attacker to hide.

But the total lack of danger is also rather boring. And boredom causes minds to drift which brings us back to the centaur' most pressing need of the moment. A need which a cursory glance under his belly would reveal as for the last hour the first few inches of his thick member have been stubbornly refusing to pull back into his sheath. Considering Fionn's current state of mind it's a minor miracle that he's not been walking along with a hard horse cock bobbing around beneath his belly for that time!

A condition not helped in the slightest by his position in the caravan. For while bringing up the rear-guard offers rather decent pay - being exposed at the rear - it's also meant his entire journey has been staring at the wide ass of the stallion ahead. Not attempting to hide the many times he's stared at their rear while the equine tail sways to reveal that perfectly round pucker and heavy set of breeding orbs below. Giving off a scent that's passed from interesting, to arousing, to practically intoxicating to the centaur as the day has worn on.

"Woah! Steady. Good boy.." Sounds of creaking wood and squeaking tack fill the air as the caravan comes to a halt. Stopping in amongst a few farms forming a rather quaint little hamlet, Fionn's hand grips his sword a little tighter as he peers round the horses and wagon in front of him. Head swivelling round, grateful to have something to distract from the burning need in his loins. Almost disappointed as he hears the booming voice of the caravan master. "We'll rest here a while, go do what you need. Leaving in an hour."

As his hand relaxes down to his side the centaur idly scrapes a dusty forehoof through the dirt. Shifting his weight from side to side, unable to resist pondering the so wonderfully breedable stallion in front. A small part of him considers disregarding their owner's warning from when he'd been caught with his tongue deep inside their muscular ring. But for now he still has enough restraint. Though for how much longer, Fionn's not sure-

A whinny from behind draws the centaur out of his daydreaming, hand resting on hip again before he identifies the sound. A horse, fully feral unlike his tauric self, pure midnight black but for a white diamond on their muzzle. Tail reaching almost down to the dusty ground, flicking at the occasional fly. Sheath sitting rather prominently between their hind legs with a gelding's gap right behind that dark pouch. And those eyes, as black as their fur, staring intently at the centaur.

With a quick glance at the caravan Fionn turns fully and trots over to the alluring creature. Slowing just before reaching the fence to come to a halt opposite the current object of his desires. Crooked grin the only thing he can muster for a moment before tentatively bringing up a hand towards this magnificent equine's head. Filled with the same wonderment and awe as if he was a colt again meeting a horse for the first time. Sighing deeply at the feeling of rough equine hair beneath his hand that's matched with a quiet nicker from the dark gelding.

"He's a real beauty, ain't he?" Fionn starts at the unexpected voice, gelding snorting as his sudden jerk deprives them of the wonderful pets. The centaur quickly recovers himself and returns to patting that muscular neck, turning his gaze to the farmer who's walked up along the fence line. "That he is sir. A real fine horse you've got. I... don't suppose he... what I mean is, what's his rate?"

"His... rate?" One of the farmer's eyebrows rises, slight frown on his face for a moment. It fades as the sound of sliding flesh emanates from the centaur's hindquarters, his eyes darting towards Fionn's rear before giving a knowing nod. "I see. For you sir, 1 gold."

"1 gold? That's steep, we're only here an hour. For him, 3 silver is a fair rate." Fionn's hand slides a little further down the gelding's neck, fingers scratching at the rough black hair. "8 silver. He's good at his job." That elicits a chuckle from the centaur, whose gaze shifts to the gelding's rear for a moment before back to the farmer. "5, because we both know you'll be making a fair amount extra with my tip."

The farmer has the good grace to look abashed at the remark, glancing away briefly before stretching out a hand towards the centaur. Fionn shakes to seal the deal, pulling the 5 silver pieces from a pocket at his waist. "A pleasure. You have a breeding pen, or is out here alright?" The centaur's already walking along the fence line towards the gate, black horse and farmer following along adjacent.

"Field's fine, don't look like you'd make it elsewhere." As Fionn enters through the gate the farmer's remark is not lost on him, momentarily distracted by the need to push away an inquisitive horse muzzle. That thick breeding tool of his is certainly not wasting any time, dropped to full length before the gate clacks shut and steadily stiffening. Rising up towards the centaur's belly and seemingly thickening as the dark length hardens.

A wry smile and a nod is all Fionn trusts himself to respond with. You can hardly blame him though. The gelding is as the farmer said; good at their job. Pressing their side against the centaur's armoured flank that black head disappears beneath his belly. A moment later there's a long moan from the centaur and a wet smacking of lips against cock as the head of his shaft disappears into warm equine mouth. The reward of a burst of clear pre filling the gelding's maw before disappearing down their throat.

Off to the side the farmer watches, apparently having nothing better to do with his time than watching a pair of horny equines. Who are already putting on quite the show, that long muzzle bobbing along Fionn's turgid cock with practised elegance. A motion which the centaur is all too happy to indulge, hands pressed against the metal plates on his back as he leans and releases another moan, cock pressing up against the gelding's cheek in lieu of slapping against the centaur's belly.

Just as he's feeling himself getting right up towards that edge Fionn presses a hand against the feral horse's neck. Understanding that motion at once they pull back, tongue reaching out to tease the tip of the centaur stallion's shaft on the way. Before riding back to full height, stepping their front away from Fionn so that fuckable rear comes into full view. A gentle nicker and slight flick of the tail all the invitation that the centaur needs.

In his ordinary mindset Fionn might usually spend some time admiring the gelding ass before him. Leaning down to lick that ring of muscle to get a thorough taste before covering it with his overpowering stallion scent. Reaching lower to play with the gelding's sheath, fingers rubbing over the smooth skin where once hung a pair of balls not unlike his own. Getting a feel of a shaft that would never be quite as hard as his can be. Stretching the slick-stained donut wide with his fingers before it gets even more so by his cock.

But the centaur has been on the road for the whole day with only the sight of a plump stallion ass for company, and the need to breed is overwhelming. Without even bothering to remove his armour Fionn rears up and staggers forward before letting his weight come to settle on the gelding. An indignant huff coming from the horse at the quick mounting, hind leg trembling for a moment before they adjust their stance to better hold the stallion on their back. The centaur's hind legs scrabbling through the dirt as he tries to get just the right angle.

Alas, the centaur has been on the road for the whole day. All it takes is one slide of his saliva-slickened shaft up the gelding's rump, dripping head leaving a trail of pre from missing ballsack to the dock of their tail, and Fionn's body is shuddering, shivering, and his cock throbbing as the extremely pent-up stallion dumps his load up against the gelding's tail. Face flushed, with a combination of embarrassment and lust, body going through all the motions as if this was the culmination of an epic fuck fest and not like he was some colt discovering the pleasures of mounting for the first time.

Fionn's embarrassment is not helped in the slightest by the chuckle coming from the farmer, watching as he seems to make the quickest payday of his life. Definite bulge forming in his pants too as the scent of sex wafts towards him, air getting heavier with the irresistible smells of a pair of breeding equines. Made all the more potent by the way Fionn's seed splashes out over the gelding's hindquarters rather than deep within their belly. He does give their tail a good soak, along with making a right mess of his own grey fur and leather armour straps. Even the gelding has turned their head to look back and give the stallion on their back a look which clearly said 'Really?'

Fortunately for Fionn's pride he's not just a stallion but a centaur stallion, and that comes with a few tricks. Once he's finished painting the gelding's rump white his shaft starts to slide back, wide glans at the head shrinking as his flare relaxes. Taking a step back with one hind leg to look like he's about to back off of the gelding; indeed, both horse and farmer think the breeding's done. Both are in for a surprise when Fionn's hands come forward to grip the gelding's mane, hips flexing as that still hard cock presses firmly against equine rump and slips inside.

Perhaps a little too keen to make up for his earlier eagerness and helped considerably with the voluminous amount of cum-turned-lube smeared along his cock, Fionn buries his member almost to the hilt with his first thrust. Bodies still for a moment, the equine forms locked together in brief ecstasy before their minds catch up. A moan from the centaur, whose arms snake round the gelding's neck in a hug, is drowned out by a loud whinny from the rapidly adjusting gelding. Trained and experienced they may be but taking such a mighty breeding tool almost to its hilt in one go is quite the stretch.

Fionn holds still and allows the seconds to drift by with the gelding's wonderful ass clenching round his shaft. Tempted to keep the pose and let those delightful internal muscles milk his next orgasm from him. But fortunately for the cock-hungry horse the centaur can't keep his instincts in check forever. Adjusting his hind legs again and gripping a little tighter round the gelding's barrel, the stallion's shaft slides from its snug home as much as the centaur can muster. Over a foot of dirty horse cock bridging the gap from centaur loins to horse rump.

Not for long though. One flex of the centaur's hindquarters sends that shaft slamming back in. Dragging another whinny from the gelding who is now getting the rutting they wanted. Grunts fill the air in short order as Fionn gets into the groove, sliding his shaft home in one motion then pulling it out with a wet shlurp a second later. Gripping all the tighter round the gelding's neck as he properly claims their cock-hole.

The equine breeding continues apace, the fact that Fionn's first release is still smeared across the gelding's rump ensuring his second is easy to hold back. Ensuring that the handsome horse's rear is very thoroughly stretched by the time the centaur feels that insistent itch rising in his sack. Both gelding and farmer get clued in when the centaur's thrusting slows, each stroke slamming that rock-hard cock home with all the force that he can muster. Trying to bury those last couple of inches inside that cum-filled, clenching hole.

A goal which the centaur gets when he adjusts his hind hooves to bring him a little closer to his mate, the little movement all that's required for him to sheath himself fully within the horse. Sheath kissing that now cock-width pucker, heavy testes nestled up against the gelding's void, their shaft out and arcing towards the floor. Throbbing in time with the far more impressive stud stick buried in their guts, though sadly unable to copy what happens next.

Which is, of course, for the centaur's arms and legs to tighten round the gelding, his cock-head to flare, and for the second time paint the black gelding white. This time the stallion's seed finds its natural home deep within another male's bowels, Fionn's stream of seed filling the gelding with a pleasant warmth. Streaks of white becoming visible on the centaur too, the exertion of the fucking evident in the sweat dripping from under his armour. The pleasure too in the way his tongue lolls out against the gelding's neck, who has gone silent after a nicker at the feeling of that stallionhood flaring within him.

Second release down, only a quarter of an hour gone. For the next 45 minutes the farmer can only watch in wonderment as the centaur goes to town on the gelding, taking them again and again and again, showing off the remarkable recovery time that centaurs are blessed with. Dismounting only to let the black gelding's poor legs fold underneath them before he's following them down and shoving his cum-soaked cock right back into their now very loose pucker. Drawing a few other amused spectators too from the caravan, more than a couple of hard cocks on display amongst both the people and the animals there.

"Oy! Get your cock out that horse and get moving!" Timed just as his latest release finishes Fionn hears the shout from the caravan master. Somewhat reluctantly doing as they wish he pulls his cock like a cork from a bottle, releasing a torrent of warm equine cum from the now visibly stuffed gelding. Standing back on his own shaky legs, the centaur looking like he's on the verge of collapsing back down before getting his footing. Giving the exhausted gelding a rub on the ear, the farmer a wink, before the cum-soaked and sex-smelling centaur rejoins the caravan for the journey. Still garbed in his now rather sweaty, seed-splashed armour. Hopefully this time being less distracted by the other equines in the group.