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She left the river and shook herself. A little damp, she decided to trot through the nearby meadow quickly to let the wind dry her off. After a short run, she felt refreshed and mostly dry, but the bath she had had would soon prove to be a wasted effort. She saw three unicorns emerging from the southern end of the forest, between her and her home. She was surprised, since she had rarely seen unicorns at all - only a few times in trade discussions. What they were doing here she had no idea, and their strange coloring made her wary.

The unicorns began to approach her, still fairly far away. Upon closer inspection, she realized they were very large for unicorns, which were generally the same size as a centaur. These equines were several hands taller. A strange breed of unicorn? That would explain their colors: black, brown, and a reddish color. The only unicorns she'd seen had been white.

It was when they were within 200 feet that she knew something was wrong - the black equine, the largest of the three, was wearing some sort of bag on his back. Unicorns would never wear such accoutrements - they didn't even have hands. The reddish one had strange straps around his head, and something metal in his mouth. Most startling of all, none of them had horns!

It was too late to flee. She would have to speak with them, and hope they were not hostile. If they were...she would have to rely on Tor showing up, wherever he was. They looked capable of outrunning her, and being more than twice her bulk while outnumbering her three to one, they could easily overpower her. She tried to stand her ground confidently, so as not to betray her fear, but this was no easy task. They slowed as they closed the gap, clearly interested in speaking with her. She began with a hesitant, "Good afternoon, friends."

They remained silent, sniffing the air and snorting, flicking their tails absentmindedly. She tried again, "What brings you through these lands?" Again they were silent, but then the big black one moved toward her. She stood her ground, but was clearly nervous as she asked the big one, "C-can I help you?"

It turned out she could, but he didn't say as much. He strode aside her, ignoring her question, sniffing along her side. Unnerved by this impolite inspection, she turned her head to follow his move. It was then that she noticed his rapidly firming erection. She gasped, and turned away from him, but he was faster, stepping behind her to sniff her rump. With a good nose-full, he trumpeted loudly.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed loudly, stepping back and turning to flee. But as she turned she saw the reddish equine blocking her path, and when she turned again, the brown one. They had circled her, and her eyes widened as she noted their excitement, glancing underneath each in turn. They were huge - especially the black one. Their organs, now fully stiffened, were fully three inches wider than Actaeon, and as long or longer. She was trapped, and they were not interested in talk.

The black one caught up to her rump again, sniffing, and she was brought out of her disturbing thoughts by a sharp nip. She jumped and turned away from him again, but he nipped her again. She hesitated, and he began to swivel himself behind her. She stepped forward vainly, as the reddish equine was blocking her path, and all that the move managed for her was another smart nip. She held still, her rump smarting.

Horrified, she turned to view her aggressor. She cried helplessly for him to stop, but he seemed oblivious to her pleas. He stuck his snout right between her legs, up under her tail. He inhaled deeply. She suspected he could still smell the rut from the elk. She must smell something like a female mare in heat, and this drew the three horses. Knowing what he wanted, knowing that there was no escape, and dreading what would surely happen, she steeled herself, tears in her eyes.

Content, the beast lifted himself onto her back, whinnying in domination. She felt he must weigh a good 600 pounds more than she did, and it was all she could do to hold her footing. He struggled forward, gaining more purchase as he scaled her back, his humongous penis getting ever closer to its destination. His weight was more manageable as more of it adjusted to her front legs, for which she was thankful. He trumpeted again, and she obediently set her tail aside. She had given up speaking with them. She suspected they were as much beasts as the elk, but if they could speak, they weren't interested in speaking to her. She hoped it would go better for her if she cooperated.

Her legs spread apart, her ears hurt as he whinnied again, loudly, in her ear. He was fully covering her now, and his triumphant call was accompanied by a searing pain between her legs, as his erection pressed into her, stretching her already sore opening to its limit. His six-inch diameter squeezed into her, and he expertly thrust forward. She could feel his forelegs pulling her back onto his thick member, tears in her eyes from the intense pain to which he was not only oblivious, but added to with a solid bite between the shoulders, painfully holding her in place, though she had no intention of leaving.

It must have been only seconds, but it felt like hours as she felt him push his entire length forcefully into her passageway, until she could feel his scrotum, the size of two softballs, banging between her legs. Briefly she noted a minor discomfort from the straps of the saddle around his barrel, and the flopping stirrups against her side. Things were going much better from his point of view, and he began pulling back and thrusting again, his filly completely under his control. She gasped in time to his panting as he pumped and strained against his unwilling partner. Her stretched, unlubricated opening was still immensely painful to her, and it was all she could do to remain standing and accommodate the giant fucking her. Her nails dug into her palms, her teeth clenched.

And almost as soon as it had begun, it was over. She suddenly felt a massive lurch as the creature humped her fiercely, his balls flopping against her teats. She felt he must be filling her more than her capacity already, but he somehow managed to press in further. And then she could feel him releasing his fluids in rapid bursts. She was so tight, that there was hardly any room at all for his seed, and she felt huge quantities of semen pouring along his penis and out of her, coating her legs, and spilling on the grass beneath her. He grunted and whined, adding more and more of his seed to the pool on the ground, coating her hind legs, her teats, and all the way down her legs. She was more coated than after all the times the elk had taken her, combined.

Crying out in pain, she felt him backpedal, pulling himself abruptly out of her and landing loudly on the ground behind her. She could tell that her vagina was still overstretched and open to the crisp air, not fully tightened again after such a painful invasion. She knew she was crying, but she didn't know for precisely what reason: the pain, the unbelievable luck she'd been having, or the fact that the reddish horse was now standing behind her, snorting and sniffing under her tail.

She made no effort to resist as the reddish horse, only slightly smaller than the black one, mounted her. She spread her tail to the side and braced her legs for his weight and his thrust. She kept her eyes straight ahead, but could not help envisioning what she had seen of his penis. She tensed herself as he began raping her, still out of breath from the prior encounter. He began thrusting immediately, her passageway now quite a bit more lubricated when the black horse's seed, and already stretched to accommodate the smaller stallion. The pain was only a dull ache, now, and she took the time to be thankful that the bit in his mouth prevented him from biting her back.

She pressed herself back against his thrusts, hoping to speed up the process, but he seemed to fuck her for an eternity anyway. It was not nearly as bad as before, and she tried to think of Actaeon, and the times when she hadn't minded being fucked. To the horse, she was much tighter, and the extra friction was almost pleasant. Perhaps it was because he was designed more like a centaur. She pretended it was a handsome centaur fucking her, and that she loved him. It helped, and she was moaning softly as the red horse ejaculated deeply within her, the majority of the seed spilling out of her to join the black horse's fluids on her legs and in the growing pool on the ground.

He dismounted, and joined the black horse in resting beside her as the brown horse moved behind her. Panting, and feeling strangely warm, she looked back at him, lifting her tail invitingly. She knew she could not escape, and there was no use fighting the inevitable. He swiftly mounted her, sliding his entire length into her wet passageway in one smooth stroke. Again, she imagined that it was not a horse raping her mercilessly, but a centaur fucking her. She pressed herself back against his thrusts, moaning softly, and her hands moved to her nipples. She imagined his strong arms surrounded her and playing with her as the horse's penis pumped fiercely between her legs. She even invited the sharp pain from the horse's bite. She was starting to feel warm, and wonderful again, rubbing her breasts, marveling as his scrotum rubbed against her teats, and his penis glided out of her, and then filled her so completely again. Her moans turned to screams of pleasure as he sped up, suddenly thrusting and spurting hot loads of sperm within her. Rubbing her own breasts, she began to orgasm, her interior walls squeezing his member as the excess fluids - hers and his - spilled rapidly out of her with each spurt, mixing almost eagerly with the fluids the other two horses and deposited.

With a simple snort, he pushed himself roughly off of her, and she lost her footing, falling onto her forelegs. She lay there, stunned, her hind legs still straight and locked. She hadn't expected this to make her feel so good. She gasped, trying to regain her breath as she felt her fluids and theirs slowly running down her sodden rump, to join either the pool directly under her tail, or to run down her legs to end up by her back hooves. She was sweating, and with a chagrined sigh, realized she was going to need another bath.

But the big black horse wasn't done with her yet. Just as she began to consider getting up, she felt the stallion mount her, putting all his weight on her hind legs. Unprepared, her hind legs almost slipped as well in the slippery fluid. About to turn to look at her assailant, she was interrupted as he gripped the hair on the back of her head in his mouth, and pulled back on her head hard. His forelegs squeezed against her hind legs, pulling him forward, and she screamed as he began raping her again. His monstrous erection slid painfully into her again, the other two horses having been slightly lesser endowed. With her forelegs still crumpled underneath her, she felt him pulling her hair with his teeth, while grunting and humping her rump, still propped up nicely by her weakening hind legs. He pounded her sore entrance, which was even more sensitive due to her recent orgasm. She was having trouble pretending he was not just raping her, but was rather a centaur lover.

However, she began panting again, the way his body rubbed against her, and his impressive organ filling her didn't feel so bad. Although her neck hurt from his relentless pulling, she began thrusting back against him. She knew it would go better if she cooperated. She began to moan, blinking back the tears in her eyes. Her hands cupped her breasts, and she started to enjoy what she could of the rape. The stallion was panting loudly and whinnying as he sped up, fucking her roughly. She was just warming up when he released her hair for a wild, guttural scream of triumph. He gave her a good strong thrust, and began filling her with rapid spurts of semen.

After he finished with her, fresh fluids cascading down her backside, he dismounted with little ceremony, to relax a few paces away. He left her panting and gasping, close to orgasm, but not yet there. She rubbed her breasts, but it was no use. She stood, and turned her human Torso around to look desperately at the brown and red horses. The brown horse was eating grass nearby, but the red perked up slightly when she looked at him. She was disappointed to see that he was not erect. Frantic, she waggled her rear end at him, holding her tail as far off to the side as possible. She set her legs, and watched him with longing. To her delight, the red horse took this as a cue to move forward, sniffing her well-used genitals. Still moaning and rubbing her breasts, she lowered her hind legs slightly, hoping that he would mount her.

When she saw his erection grow, she gave a sigh of relief. The horse sniffed her again, and jumped onto her back, grabbing purchase with his strong forelegs. She watched with eager anticipation as his penis grew to its full length. She saw him lifting it for entry, and she bent her hind legs slightly, pushing back to meet him as he thrust deeply into her burning hole. "Finally," she thought to herself, thrusting back with renewed vigor, while fondling herself.

The reddish horse held her firmly between his legs, but his thrusts were slow and deliberate. He was still apparently recovering from fucking her earlier, grunting loudly with each push. By only his third entrance, his erection sliding steadily into her until he was inside her up to his hilt, Sairai couldn't handle it anymore, and with a deep moan, she came, releasing fluids around the gentle stallion's cock. Each thrust seemed to extend her orgasm, as her mate continued to pound her hindquarters. She moaned deeply until her voice was hoarse, and then she continued to moan anyway. After what seemed a blissful eternity, her climax was finally over, leaving her standing there stunned in the afterglow, all while the red horse continued to fuck her.

Suddenly very sensitive, his attentions were now unwanted, but there was nothing she could do but ride it out until he was done with her. And he was taking his time, calmly penetrating her, breathing normally, while she panted desperately to regain her breath. She turned to watch him as he methodically fucked her, pushing so deeply into her each time. She leaned down to view his giant organ, marveling that such a thing could even fit inside of her, wondering how wide her vagina must look now. She was almost hypnotized watching his length glide in and out of her, his hefty balls slapping gently between her legs. She began to feel warm again, aroused. She could not remove her eyes from his steady thrusts.

She began to push back against the stallion, hoping to hurry him along, but also because it felt so good. She managed to pry her eyes from his monstrous penis, and instead turned to watch his massive head. He had a strange metal rod in his mouth, attached to several ropes around his head. She put her hands gently on his head, petting him as he pulled her onto his shaft, again and again. He was panting now, and his pace was increasing. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, still thrusting back, but now instinctually. She could feel the heat inside of her rising, knew that it was happening again, and did not want to stop it.

She hugged him as he began humping her vigorously, petting his face and neck. She could feel his hot, moist breathe expelling rapidly onto her breasts, and it felt good. He humped her as quickly as he could, and then with a massive push and triumphant whinny, deeply inside of her, he began to spill his seed within her. She leaned down to watch his climax, large spurts of semen pouring out of her to fall on the ground. She could see it running down the inside of her legs, and along his cock. With every thrust, more fluid gushed out of him and out of her, descending to join the mess on the ground beneath her. She could hardly believe how much of the sticky white fluid had spilled out of her in the course of five fuckings. She supposed that their giant penises made it difficult for there to be any room inside of her for the stuff, and with every thrust, she could tell his erection was filling her completely, forcing more of his seed to spill out of her.

When he was done with her, she kissed him briefly on the forehead again before he dismounted without a word of thanks. The only evidence of his appreciation of her invitation was his generous donation of almost a gallon of semen. She watched him walk away a short distance to graze, with regret. Frustrated, she found herself in the same position she had been in - warm, panting, and almost ready for another orgasm. She turned to look at the brown horse, her only hope to relieve these feelings. She desperately needed him to fuck her. He stood a few paces in front of her, munching quietly on the grass.

He was still flaccid, however. She held out her hand, and called gently to him, and he eventually noticed her, and moved closer to her, sniffing her hand. He soon lost interest, and stepped aside to continue grazing, standing perpendicular to her. She patted his flanks, unsure what to do, and then it came to her. She dropped to the ground, tucking her hind legs under her. Her underside landed unceremoniously into the pool of semen, coating even more of her rump, and sticking to her tail. But now she found herself low to the ground, directly in front of the brown horse's penis. He was still grazing, but she reached out with her hands, placing each around his thick circumference. She began running her hands gently along his penis, which, to her satisfaction, began to grow. Intrigued, she watched as blood filled his penis, rubbing him more vigorously as his excitement grew. He was no longer grazing, but looking curiously at her.

She slid her hand back along his shaft until she reached the base, fully 6 inches in diameter. She knew he had penetrated her that deeply because she had felt his balls slapping against her, and she was amazed that she could have been filled so completely. She cupped his two large testicles in her hand. They were surprisingly heavy and soft. With her other hand, she felt the loose skin around the tip, rubbing it carefully, knowing it was sensitive. The horse snorted at her actions, fully erect now, and curious. She knew he would want to take her, soon, but she was still curious.

She pulled his organ closer to her, holding it against her breasts. She leaned her head down to kiss it. Aroused, she wanted to kiss every square inch of his erection. That proved infeasible, so she began to lick it, with long trailing paths. This seemed to delight the horse, who made no effort to stop her so that he could fuck her properly. Hugging him, she fellated him for the next few minutes, cupping his balls with her left hand while stroking him with the right. She noticed a drop of semen forming at his tip, and pulled it toward her to lick him clean. The brown horse whinnied. She knew he was ready, and she could hardly wait for him to fill her desperate need. She stood up, hind legs first, so that she could fondle it for as long as possible before it would be thrusting quickly into her wet and warm passageway.

But she never got up on her front legs. She hadn't noticed the black horse behind her while she was focusing on the brown horse's cock. Once she stuck her rump in the air, the black horse mounted her, his weight keeping her front legs crumpled on the ground. She was still trying to understand what had happened when he pushed his huge erection as hard as he could inside of her. Already aroused, she gasped at his forceful entry. Brown horse or black, her need would be filled, so she was content with this change of plans.

The brown horse was less thrilled, though. Erect but with no rump in which to release, he tossed his head aggressively, threatening to fight the black horse for raping privileges. Sairai noticed this, and to diffuse the situation, she quickly pulled the brown horse's stiff penis into her arms again. Once she began to lick him rapidly, he seemed content with the situation. She found herself trying to juggle several things at once - between her efforts to keep her hind legs locked under the massive weight of the black horse, her efforts to bring the brown horse to his climax with her hands and tongue, and her own desire to climax, she was feeling overwhelmed. Luckily her instincts took over.

The black horse's thrusts alone were enough to get her feeling warm, and her arousal made her all the more interested in the brown horse. She fondled and licked him with abandon, while pushing back against her struggling mate. The two horses' wild grunts and whinnies validated her efforts. She knew the black horse would be content simply fucking her brains out, so she concentrated on the brown one, eager to make him cum. She knew that if she didn't, he would surely mount her as soon as the black horse had finished humping her rump. She thought she probably didn't want that, so she began caressing his balls with her hands, while rubbing his penis against her arms and her breasts, leaning forward to lick its tip. She opened her mouth to try to surround as much of his cock as she could, but she couldn't get very far. He was huge! She ran her tongue across the opening, where more and more precum was building up. He tasted a lot like the elk.

Gripping his balls and stroking his shaft, she drank him in eagerly, while the black horse pounded her contentedly. She barely ached as his oversized penis penetrated her tight opening. She was stretched too far and too often to feel much discomfort anymore. The brown horse turned toward her a little bit, and began thrusting slightly into her arms, forcing her head to bob back and forth with the tip of his cock. She made muffled moans of pleasure, lapping as quickly as possible. Both horses began to thrust faster and deeper, and it was all she could do to keep her lips locked to him. Meanwhile, the rough thrusts of the bigger stallion were invading her insides, the friction warming her up dramatically. She could feel the pleasure building up within her, anticipating another massive orgasm. She no longer needed to imagine these creatures were centaurs to enjoy their unremitting gang-rape.

Then it happened - the black horse embedded deeply within her let out a wild scream, and she felt warm fluids once again pouring out of her tight opening, down her legs to join the pool, which was still substantial, even after she sat in it. Someone looking at her rump casually might mistake her for a white centaur, instead of light gold, she was coated so thoroughly. Even her tail was covered in the sticky fluid. The black horse, tugging roughly on her hind legs, released and released, and this triggered her own orgasm, which had been almost impossible to contain for so long. She held back a moan, attempting to keep the brown horse in a good mood, and released forcefully her own fluids, pushing back against the massively larger creature fucking her. As if in response, the brown horse whinnied and thrust hard at her face, making her lean back. Her mouth was still directly over his tip at the end of his thrust when he began to spurt hot fluid directly into her mouth. He filled her mouth instantly, until she was choking down his seed, much of it being pushed out of her mouth, and onto her lips and face. Thankfully, he pulled his thrust back, giving her a reprieve. She then saw him coming forward for another thrust, and could feel his balls tense for another giant spurt, and her instinct was to duck her head to avoid a face full of semen. However, she had leaned so far back that the black horse, still in the throes of his savage orgasm, had reached forward to take her hair in his mouth, forcing her to lean back, immobile. The brown horse came again, huge amounts of fluid spattering on her face, into her open mouth. Several spurts landed in her hair, on her neck, and on her chest, most of it flowing down her breasts is rapid rivulets. She was helpless as the horses came on and into her.

She began to moan now, her lips no longer occupied, overwhelmed by the feeling of her orgasm, and the warm fluid covering almost her entire body. Her insides must be coated as all the excess semen poured out of her with each vigorous thrust. The excess joined the old fluids from the previous 5 fuckings, and there was hardly a spot on her backside that was not touched by their seed. The ground beneath her held gallons and gallons of fluid, and that amount only increased as the black horse finished with her a third time. Meanwhile, the brown horse coated her. She had swallowed several entire mouthfuls of his seed to avoid choking, but still more was running down her face, neck and breasts. Some stray spurts hit her arms, forelegs, and even her back, but the majority of the fluid was now running down her abs and pooling on the ground beneath her crumpled forelegs.

She was still orgasming when the two horses had finished with her. The brown horse, content with the whole affair, walked off, his flaccid penis still dripping small amounts of semen. The black horse released her hair, and unceremoniously dismounted, pulling his shrinking erection from her soaked and sopping entrance. He gave a snort that she took for distaste, and turned away from her, his tail up dominantly. She shuddered and gasped for air, her orgasm finally ending, her coated rump still waving welcomingly in the air, her front end lying pitifully on the ground in a pool of fluid. She felt wet, hot, sticky, and...like she was only wanted as a place to pour semen. There were tears in her eyes.

She lay there a while, but it wasn't long before the red horse mounted her again, pulling her hindquarters around his stiff member. She cooperated obediently, not wanted to face their nipping teeth again. Once he was done, the brown horse decided that he wanted a go. The black stallion was not to be outdone, and by the time he had finished fucking her, the red horse was ready again. They each raped her another two times as she stood unmoving in that spot.

It was the ninth time one of the horses had raped her when the humans arrived. She was standing obediently, still covered in their seed, while the black stallion grunted and strained against her, pumping vigorously. She pressed back, grunting herself. She was a little sore, but she was used to that by now. She didn't notice the three men approach until they were almost upon her.

She had never seen humans before, and immediately mistook them for elves. But when she tried speaking what little elvish she knew, she got no response. She noticed the three men while nearing another orgasm, and she blushed, embarrassed at her messy condition, all the while still being fucked by this strange beast. She said, "Help me! These creatures are raping me!" in elvish. But she soon realized these were not elves. The tallest of the three, taller than most elves she had met, watched the black stallion raping her with curiosity. The other two men quickly went to where the other exhausted stallions were grazing. One attached a rope to the headgear the red horse was wearing, and the other placed similar head gear onto the brown horse. The beasts seemed to know these men, and she began to suspect they were strange people as well.

She yelled again, "Make them stop!" in both centaur and elvish, but to no avail. Now the other two men joined the first in watching her predicament, saying a few unfamiliar words. The tallest man crossed his arms, clearly not going to help her. They watched patiently, talking amongst themselves, while the black stallion raped her, grunting and pumping His eager thrusts, and enormous size made her forget herself, and she began panting again, pushing back against him while moaning loudly. The men seemed amused. They watched throughout, shamelessly as the stallion penetrated her roughly, and even as his seed began to pour out of her. The tall one chuckled, pointing out the huge puddle on the ground beneath her. She was too busy moaning and gasping in ecstasy and releasing her own fluids against the stallion to notice. Still stunned in the afterglow, she could not resist when the men approached immediately after her most recent mate had dismounted, casting ropes around both him and her. They tightened the lasso quickly around her human waist, and one of the other humans quickly tied a rope around her forelegs and one hind leg, restricting her back leg's movement. She merely shuddered, dripping semen onto the ground.