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Sairai was left alone to tend the elk. The other centaurs were out in force, raiding for goods and meat, trading with travelers too much for them to handle. Her family was small for a centaur herd, and could not afford to leave anyone old enough to fight behind during the raids. Sairai, still a young filly, was the weakest yet, left behind to guard and milk the elk, with only Tor for protection. Having just grown of age with her first menstruation, this was her first time protecting the farm.

There would not be trouble - the seven elk and meager supplies were not worth the effort of fighting Tor, their guard cat. Nearly as tall at the shoulders as she, the cave lion was trained in combat, though Sairai could hardly tell. He seemed so friendly, she often wondered if he would truly fight to defend the farm if the situation arose, but her father seemed confident. She trusted her father. He was confident that she could handle the farm for the week her family was away. She would prove him right.

Yet on her first rounds, she could already see it would be a challenge. One of the does was almost in heat, and the two bucks in the other pen were going to be a hassle. She was not to allow the elk to mate, not without her father to supervise. He and Tor were needed to keep the bucks in line. The big one was known to get a little rough when excited. That she had seen herself, since she was little. They would have to wait. Luckily, she had no reason to open their pen. The does however, would need to be milked.

Rubbing Tor under his chin, the lightly blonde centaur filly removed the bolt on the gate to the does' pen, entering the enclosure before replacing the bolt firmly. She had several buckets in which to store the milk. The five domesticated does were heavy with milk, their unnaturally enlarged udders making them appear almost a separate species from their wild counterpart, unlike the bucks. Bucks were only needed for one thing, anyway.

She grabbed a bucket and went to the elk, every bit as tall as she was, and twice as heavy. Centaurs were slim and lithe compared to other similarly built species like unicorns. The does were a dark brown color, with a fairly white underbelly extending to the bottom of their flag-like tails. The does' flags were up, waiting eagerly to be milked. She placed a rag along the ground in the mud, and curled up her front legs onto the rag, lowering herself. She called the elk over one by one, gripping their half-foot long teats gingerly in her hands, milking them. This was the first time she would have to milk all five does, and it would be tiring.

The third doe was the youngest, and it was obvious from her odor that she was the one in heat. Judging by her age, it was probably her first. Thinking back, Sairai concluded that this doe was born in the same season as the younger buck. There was a celebrating at the birth of another buck. The elder one, Actaeon, was a fine stud, but relying on one animal to continue the herd is a dangerous proposition. When Actaeon's son, Randy, was born, the survival of the herd, and her family, was all but assured. This doe would be Randy's half-sister Mabel. She seemed glad to be milked, but bleated urgently afterward, apparently confused. Sairai felt sorry for her. "You'll have to wait, girl."

Mabel continued to bleat, her calls occasionally answered by the bucks in the nearby pen. Sairai milked the last two does, wishing there were something she could do. Once finished, she stood, and carried the buckets one a time into the cabin. Tor followed her, affectionately. Sairai laughed, saying, "No milk for you just yet, Tor. You'll have to wait until dinner." Tor let out a pitiful mewl, sounding out of place coming from the giant lion's throat. Sairai put the milk away carefully in a cabinet, closing it, though she felt extra bad for disappointing Tor just like Mabel. She spent the next hour petting him.

Outside, she could hear Mabel and Actaeon calling to each other. She let Tor out for the night to guard the perimeter, covered her head in a pillow and tried to get some sleep for the night. She woke to the morning light, and more bleating from the elk. Already she could distinguish Mabel's bleats from the other does who merely wanted to be milked. Sairai sighed. This was going to be a long week.

As she opened the door, Tor came rushing into the cabin demanding his breakfast. She laughed, producing several pounds of dried meat and a bowl of milk, and then she headed outside, closing the cabin door behind her, to milk the elk. Sairai immediately saw Actaeon and Randy at the edge of their enclosure, leaning over it to gaze at the does' pen. She pretended to ignore them, stiffly, walking to the does' enclosure, and getting to the task of milking them. She saved Mabel for last.

Sairai was more curious about the mating process than ever recently, owing in part to her recent coming-of-age. After milking the desperate doe, she peeked under Mabel's tail. It was a dark pink, indicating she was well into her estrus. Sairai wondered if she had looked like that during her own estrus. She had seen her elder sisters and her mother occasionally, as they swatted flies with their tails, and assumed so. The only modesty centaur subscribed to was their tails. The only clothing they would wear were straps for their arrows or spears.

She reached up, touching the soft, pink skin under Mabel's tail, curiously. It was slightly wet and sticky. Centaur females could mate year round, and heat for them was not quite as demanding as it seemed to be for the elk. When elk began to rut, they mated or they were miserable. Mabel was miserable. Glancing at Mabel, who was looking back at her, confused, Sairai pushed a finger gently between her folds. Mabel looked startled, bleating. Sairai wondered how this must feel to her.

Looking at Mabel's face, Sairai didn't notice immediately when her hand became damp. Shocked, she looked back and saw that the doe was relieving herself, urine running down Sairai's hand and forearm. Quickly, she pulled her arm back with distaste. "Ugh...this is how you repay me for milking you?" But she knew that this was a typical display among elk in rut. She had seen many does urinate for the bucks, who smelled and tasted it. This was usually just prior to mating. Shaking off her hand, she glanced back at Mabel.

She could hear the excited bleating from across the pen. Actaeon and Randy were just as miserable as Mabel, separate when they want so much to be together. Forgetting her hand for the moment, Sairai considered, feeling pity for the elk. They would be separate for a week or more, and by then, Mabel's heat would probably be over. She didn't think she could stand the hours of pitiful cries.

Getting up, she made a quick decision, leading Mabel purposefully toward the gate door. "Alright, girl, if that's what you want." Leading Mabel out of the pen, she approached the entrance to the bucks' pen. Hesitating only briefly, she opened the gate, pushing Mabel in before closing it, to watch. Sairai felt excitement building as she watched.

Randy, Mabel's half brother, wandered over immediately. The elder buck watched with disinterest, eyeing Sairai across the fence. It seemed he would sit out in lieu of his son. Sairai watched as Mabel, staying close to the fence, waited for her brother's approach. Randy seemed nervous or confused as he reached the doe. He sniffed along her side as she stood there, stiff and wide-eyed. He rounded about behind her, sniffing under her tail. Mabel bent her hind legs reflexively, and relieved herself again. Seeing this, Sairai looked again at her hand, which was now dry but smelling strongly of rut.

Randy tasted the warm stream. Not paying much attention to his growing rack of horns, he poked Mabel smartly in the rump causing her to jump, startled. As if afraid she was trying to escape him, the buck jumped quickly after his sister, half-mounting her. With another violent jerk he pulled himself the rest of the way up, causing her to buckle her legs to support his weight. He must outweigh her by a good 200 pounds. Mabel, startled, attempted to leap forward again, which was not possible with Randy mounted. Randy jerked himself forward, his hooves digging into Mabel's flanks and oversized teats. Mabel cried out, unable to flee.

Sairai began to regret her decision, especially since she had forgotten she left Tor inside the house. Randy was playing a bit rough, and she had seen her father separate the buck when they were too aggressive. This was Mabel's first heat. Sairai needed to break this up - she should not have put Mabel in the pen. Quickly, clucking her tongue in disapproval at the buck, she opened the gate. Randy was thrusting himself at a terrified Mabel, bleating triumphantly - but in his inexperience Sairai could see his erection flailing beneath Mabel, between her legs. It wouldn't be long before he made his aim, however. She needed to get him away from Mabel before then.

Hastily opening the gate, she entered the pen, only about 10 feet from the couple. She trotted over, trying to pull the larger buck off the frightened doe. He was adamant however, resisting her efforts to pull him off. Mabel was straining to escape her brother's violent grasp. Sairai grabbed one of Randy's forelegs, trying to pull him off the doe. She wasn't strong enough. To gain more purchase, she bent her front legs, to use them for extra power.

She braced her front legs for the lift, but suddenly felt herself pushed down onto her knees. She tried to push herself up, but with her knees in the mud, she couldn't get any power. Confused, she felt a heavy weight on her hind legs. She braced them, locking her hind legs to prevent herself from collapsing on the ground. Distracted and unable to help Mabel, Randy bleated loudly, his strong thrust successful. Sairai, her rump in the air, but the front of her kneeling on the ground to Mabel's side watched as Randy's penis thrust up with all the force he could muster, penetrating his sister forcefully.

But Sairai had other concerns. She felt a heavy weight on her rump, and she could feel something furry on each side of her barrel. Her mind raced with a sudden realization, and horrified, looked back to see Actaeon, using his weight roughly to prevent her from rising. She saw him on her back, his forelegs pinned around her back legs, and heard him snort, and then with a grunt, she felt his front legs dragging her along the ground toward him. It was a split second between when she saw him, and his powerful thrust. Her eyes wide, she felt a sudden sharp pain - felt something inside of her. He had her. The powerful elk had mounted her, and now he was holding her down and fucking her.

She screamed as he thrust, pulling her rump back onto his erection. She had seen him in action before. His long, thin penis was rapidly rubbing against her, and with each thrust another stabbing pain coursed through her body. She tried to get up, in horror, and though she came close, before she could gain purchase, the large elk, nearly 500 pounds heavier than her, pushed her roughly back into the mud. Even using her hands to help push, she could make no headway.

While the elder buck roughly fucked Sairai, helpless to resist, Randy pumped vigorously into his sister. The two bucks grunted and bleated, oblivious to the two girls' screams of protest. Sairai lay there in horror, her hind legs buckled against an onslaught of painful thrusts. Pinned, she could only wait, wincing and screaming, and watch as the siblings nearby mated. She watched as Randy pulled roughly on his sister, pulling her back onto his cock, even as she tried to escape by moving forward. She could see his balls slapping against Mabel's underbelly as he thrust, and she could feel the same thing happening to her, as Actaeon pumped her mercilessly. The girls could do nothing but submit to the whims of the two bucks. She felt rough teeth gripping her back, being pulled back with each thrust, and shortly after saw Randy follow suit.

It was almost as if the elder was showing the younger how it was done. Mabel, shuddering, began to bleat as Randy made a final violent thrust, ejaculating into her, grunting in domination. Sairai could see white fluid rolling down the insides of Mabel's legs. Randy continued to thrust, his pace slowing quickly, while Mabel moaned, straining against him. Actaeon, however, kept a steady pace, violating Sairai while tears streamed down her face.

Jaded, everything feeling surreal, Sairai watched as Randy dismounted Mabel, semen still dripping from his erection. He looked curiously at his sister, who bent her hind legs slightly, moaning and quivering. Under her tail she was covered in his fluid. Sairai looked curiously at the random splattered pattern, trying to think about that, rather than about the pain deep inside of her. She tried not to think about the giant elk fucking her, taking her virginity. She tried not to think about being raped and helpless.

The thrusts began to speed up, his balls hitting roughly against her teats. His hooves dug painfully into her hind legs, and his grip on the back of her neck was starting to smart, but that was nothing compared to the dull ache inside that was all she could feel. She had stopped struggling to get up, when all that would come of it was a painful push back into the mud by the enormous elk. She could feel Randy's eyes on her as he watched his father pounding her. Her voice ragged, she could no longer scream, and moaned pitifully. No one could save her - Tor was locked up, her family was away. She waited, the thrusts more and more rapid, until she felt a giant thrust, many times stronger. She was pushed forward into the mud under the weight of this thrust, and she felt him inside of her, deeper than ever. She could feel extra warmth filling her inside, and dazed, she knew he was filling her with his seed.

She could see Mabel standing nearby, waiting nervously, unable to leave the locked pen. Randy watched her, regaining his breath. She felt something warm and sticky flowing down the inside of her legs, and along her teats. She felt Actaeon pulling on her rump, pumping and straining as he continued to release into her, lasting quite a bit longer than Randy. He bellowed triumphantly as he finished copulating with her, and then she felt him push off of her. She felt his weight leaving her back. And she felt his length slide quickly out of her sore opening.

She lay there, stunned, still trying to think of other things. She felt the sticky fluid all around her rump, and kept her tail clear and off to the side. She wondered what pattern was painted there, looking under Mabel's tail again as a reference. She didn't think to stand, her knees and hands in the mud. Then she felt something soft and wet under her tail. She gasped, looking back for the first time since she was penetrated. She couldn't see it, but she could tell Actaeon was licking her rump, cleaning her. It was surprisingly gentle, and it felt good as he licked the sore spot underneath her tail. He lapped at her, cleaning her slit, and the inside of her legs, and along her teats, cleaning up as much of the fluid as he could. Randy, in response, began the same for Mabel, ruining the pattern that was burned into Sairai's mind.

Both girls stayed still as the bucks cleaned them. Sairai began once again to realize just what had happened, though now that it was over, it seemed much more distant. She wiped her red eyes, relaxing as the big elk tongued her. Finally, she realized she needed to get herself and Mabel out of the pen. She began to pick herself up.

Then her knees were in the mud again. Startled, she looked back to see Actaeon again. As she began to get up, he stopped cleaning her, and mounted, pushing her down roughly. Her eyes widened as she looked back, seeing his penis, once again erect. He cried out in domination, displaying his magnificent rack, and he pulled her back forcefully onto his cock, thrusting deeply. Gasping, she stared incredulously back at the elk, uncomprehending as the elk violated her again, entering her roughly and deeply. She whinnied, distressed, though she noted that his entrance was accompanied only with a dull ache, and not the stabbing pain she had experienced before. Again she instinctively tried to lift herself up, and again, she was forced painfully to her knees.

Mabel watched her, resigned. She turned her back to her brother, lifting her tail, and calling to him. Randy followed his father's suit, lifting himself roughly onto Mabel, mating her. Mabel's groans and cries were less desperate, and she made no effort to escape her brother's clumsy grasp. She strained against him, bleating plaintively, submitting. Sairai lay still, knowing resistance was futile. She held her ground as Actaeon fucked her forcefully, pumping in and out of her. She was breathless from the effort of resisting and the fury from before, and she had not the energy to resist.

The two girls were ravished again by the bucks, and Sairai remembered now that the bucks would often mount their does multiple times, though she had never counted when she was younger. She would need to escape as soon as possible when he was done with her. She knew she must smell like a rutting doe, her arm covered in Mabel's scent, and reeking of the buck's musk. Trying to keep her mind clear, she lay still, feeling the giant elk pounding her for the second time. Mabel, however, seemed content, pushing back against Randy, straining and moaning.

Actaeon was no more gentle than before, and Sairai cried out with each thrust, a dull ache inside. It wasn't as bad as the first time, but she was desperate to get out of the pen as soon as possible. But she knew she would have to wait until he was done with her. Randy finished in a few minutes, and he coated Mabel again. He pushed himself off, and began cleaning her up, as she stood there, quivering, bleating with an instinctive need. After another two minutes of the elder male fucking her, she braced herself, and he ejaculated once more within her, his new seed mixing with his old. Again she felt the excess spilling out of her, down her legs, and onto the ground beneath her. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to dismount.

Finished, he pulled himself out of her, more fluid running down her legs. She waited, unsure when she should try to make it to the gate. He began to clean her, lapping gently. It felt good, and she was hesitant to risk leaving now. She looked back at him. She saw he was flaccid. She watched him as he licked her, enjoying the feel of his tongue on her sensitive skin. When she was satisfied, she got ready to break for the gate. It was only 10 feet away. He was still licking her, but she couldn't risk waiting until he was done.

She leapt to her front legs. Success! She was up. She ran forward and around quickly, to prevent Actaeon from overpowering her again, and then charged for the gate. She wasn't sure if he was following her or not, but she wouldn't risk looking back. She'd get Tor and then come back to get Mabel out. As she reached the gate, she was suddenly blocked by Randy, his horns down. She was forced to slow, and looked back, praying she was not being pursued. Before she could look back, she felt him on her. Actaeon mounted her again, and though moments before he had been flaccid and calmly cleaning her off, she felt him pull her back. She knew how far he would pull before he entered her, and she knew how deep within her he would penetrate. She stopped, and he violated her once again.

He grabbed the scruff of her back in his teeth again, but he did not push her into the mud. She braced her hind legs, setting them apart for him, and held her tail out of the way. The gate seemed so far away now, and she gave up on that goal. She stayed still as he humped her, pressing back to maintain her ground. She was sore, but it seemed only distant in her mind as he fucked her. She crossed her arms, arching her back. She felt his breath rapidly panting against her back where he was biting her, and realized she was panting as well, trying to hold her position from his forceful thrusts. Actaeon weighed almost 500 pounds more than she did, and it took all her strength to keep her footing and her position. She wished she were an elk, since Mabel was considerably larger than she was.

Mabel, in the meantime, was presenting herself to Randy again, bleating needily. Maybe she didn't need rescuing. Randy mounted her again, and they strained against each other, calling loudly. Sairai watched the two siblings mating, beginning to feel aroused. Watching Mabel, Sairai began pushing back against Actaeon's thrusts, bending her hind legs slightly with each thrust. She felt his cock sliding much more smoothly between her lips, and it did not hurt like it did before. She was sweating and panting, pumping against him. She saw Mabel doing the same thing. Gasping, she realized she was moaning, and not in pain. She was breathing as heavily as her mate. When he pulled back, she waited patiently for the thrust, wanting him inside her, to fill her void.

She saw the Randy and Mabel copulating, bleating and moaning, clearly each enjoying it. She decided it wasn't that bad. Thrusting back in time with his thrusts, she felt him make his final, violent thrust. She couldn't hold her ground, and moved forward two steps before she could push back into him. She felt warm fluid filling her from where he was embedding deeply within her. Much of it spilled between her legs, onto her matted fur. She kept pushing back to his thrusts as he released. She was panting, sore, but feeling a little better about it. Actaeon dismounted again, beginning to lick under her tail, cleaning her wet opening.

She was only 5 feet from the gate, but she was not thinking about leaving. She felt warm, and his tongue on her newly stretched folds felt good. She stood there, panting, enjoying it after a long, hard day. Mabel was resting on the ground, with Randy standing nearby, protectively. Sairai could only think about that tongue. She stepped back against it, and it entered her. He licked inside of her. She was breathing heavily, not sure what she was feeling. She could think of nothing but that tongue. She moaned, looking over her shoulder at him. While looking back, she walked forward to the gate, holding it with her hands. But she did not open it. Looking back at Actaeon, she spread her hind legs, holding her tail as far up and to the side as she could, almost painfully. She nickered at Actaeon. He approached her slowly, looking into her eyes. She looked back, locked in his gaze.

He reached her, and paused. She braced herself as he mounted her again, his weight almost entirely resting on her hind legs. Still panting, filled with some intense desire she had never felt before, she held her ground as he pulled her onto his erection. It was a familiar sensation now, only this time, it felt good. It felt right. She pushed back, using her arms on the gate for extra leverage. She instinctively moved her hips up and down as he fucked her. She kept her eyes on him, looking back as he pushed himself into her, over, and over, and over. She began to moan again. She felt warmer and warmer, pushing harder, and breathing more heavily. She felt something coming...

As he thrust into her as mercilessly as ever, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation building up. In moments, the feeling coursed through her body. Something she had never experienced before. She began to shudder, the feeling only intensifying as Actaeon continued thrusting into her. Losing control, she gripped the fence, whinnying loudly and repeatedly, finding her voice once again. She was quivering, his cock rubbing along the sides of her passageway, causing her a pleasure unimaginable. She felt wetter than before. Her insides were quivering. Then she felt the rutting buck release, adding to the sensation. He bleated loudly, his voice joining her constant whinnies. She gasped, and pressed back against him, sharing an orgasm with the dominant buck.

It seemed an eternity, though it was only a few seconds. She could feel her fluids and his pouring down her legs and onto her teats. The fourth copulation in a row, she was already as full as she was going to become of his seed. The feeling caused her new thrilling sensations as he continued to thrust, the dull ache a vague memory now. Gasping for breath, she felt more and more sensitive, until finally the buck pulled himself out of her. She panted, overwhelmed.

Actaeon again began to clean her up. This time, it was a warm feeling, but a relaxing one. She regained her breath as he worked, keeping her tail out of the way. She felt really good, but most definitely tired. She could understand why Mabel was lying down. Sairai made no effort to exit the pen, waiting patiently for Actaeon to finish cleaning her. In a minute, she saw him pull back. She lowered her tail.

The buck began sniffing her again. Watching, she could see he was becoming erect again. Then she came to her senses. She had to get out of the pen, quickly. With a rush, she realized exactly what had happened, and that if she didn't leave now, he would rape her again. And possibly again. Her hands were on the gate, this was her best chance. She quickly undid the latch on the gate, and stepped through to the other side. She turned to close the gate, ending up face to face with Actaeon, who had been unable to prevent her from leaving in time. She latched the gate, and was free.

Standing there, face to face with Actaeon, she felt small and insignificant. His eyes locked with hers, demanding. She looked away, uncomfortable, backing up slowly. She glanced at Mabel and Randy, who were lying next to each other on the ground. She should have just left Mabel on her own, and then this wouldn't have ever happened. Her rump felt damp and uncomfortable, and she was very sore. She wasn't sure what to do, or think. Finally, she decided she should get Tor, and rescue Mabel.

Looking up, she saw Actaeon approaching his daughter, still erect, and frustrated. He lowered his head, and pressed his rack against Mabel's prone body, roughly, and she quickly stood. She looked nervous, and Randy backed up away from the two. Actaeon circled around Mabel, sniffing under her tail. Mabel watched nervously, afraid to defy the larger elk. Sairai watched, forgetting herself.

Mabel spread her legs for support, letting her father mount her uncontested. He pulled himself onto her, bleating loudly. He looked directly at Sairai, who was watching, entranced. She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. When she looked back, he was mating his daughter, pumping into her as she bleated nervously. Sairai watched from another perspective what he had just done to her. He gripped Mabel's back sharply in his teeth, pulling himself forcefully into and out of her. Tired as she was, there was nothing Mabel could do to protest. She called out again and again, pushing back against the large buck.

Sairai was transfixed. From her angle, she could see the seed pouring down Mabel's hind legs, as her father fucked her. Seed that she knew was meant for her. Actaeon humped her, releasing repeatedly, until he was finished. Then he pushed his weight forward, forcing Mabel to her knees, like he had done to Sairai. Mabel closed her eyes, moaning as the elk dismounted. He did not lick his daughter, instead glancing directly at Sairai, and walking around in front of Mabel. He stood over her, his half-erect penis in her face. Sairai had seen this before. He wanted Mabel to clean him.

When Mabel hesitated, he turned his head and bent to press his antlers against her. She obeyed, leaning forward. She licked along his damp organ, cleaning much like her brother had cleaned her. Actaeon grunted as she ran her tongue along him, enjoying it. When she finished, he walked a short distance away, and gazed again at Sairai. Sairai looked away. When she looked back, she saw Randy behind Mabel, her front legs bent into the mud, her rump in the air. She bleated, her voice hoarse, but she did not resist as her brother mounted her again. He ignored his father's semen, which coated her underbelly, entering her roughly. The siblings mated again, for the next three minutes. Then Randy's seed joined Actaeon's, spilling out of the well-used doe at copulation.

Sairai watched the elk, feeling aroused. She continued to watch, forgetting Tor, as Randy and Actaeon fucked Mabel, alternating. She saw the bucks take Mabel again and again, until they had each mated her another 3 times. As Actaeon finished with her the last time, he dismounted, pushing her away roughly with his horns, and then turned his back on her, dismissing her bluntly. Mabel staggered over to the gate, trying to regain her breath. Sairai snapped out of it, opening the gate, and letting Mabel through. The bucks watched, disinterested. She did not meet Actaeon's stare.

Mabel's hind end was thoroughly coated. Sairai led the exhausted creature to the buckets of water gathered for washing, and poured it under her tail, cleaning her up. Mabel bleated pathetically, having lost her voice. She had spent the day under her brother and her father. Her first heat, she had been mated 11 times. Mabel looked and felt exhausted as Sairai led her to the doe's pen, where the doe lay down immediately and slept. Sairai had been raped only 4 times, but she too was tired. She went to the house, fed Tor his meal, and let him out for the night to patrol and defend the farm. Then she collapsed in a corner, confused and exhausted. She slept.