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"Not quite what I was expecting."

Lucidum rocked back on her heels, talons digging into the stony ground. The stable yard stretching before the raven was large enough, as she would have put it, and quaint in the sense that it was somewhat dilapidated with a certain country charm. It was split into two stable blocks, topping and tailing the yard, and brown roofs capped each row of stables with the expected equine heads peering over half doors. The raven huffed and folded her arms across her ample chest, longer feathers creasing unpleasantly. This was where she was to conduct business? It was nothing much, nothing special and utterly filthy, though one may have claimed that she should have expected that. The appearance, however, would not matter to her in the long run: the stallions would serve her purpose well.

Brushing the long feathers on her head, which draped like hair, off her neck, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and strode purposefully up to the top row of stables, doing her best to stay out of the mud. Lucidum tutted her displeasure at having to walk through the dirt, even if it was only to locate the nearest stable hand: it was uncouth. A flash of gold caught her eye and she adjusted her course, spotting a horse caught up in his work of stuffing a hay net until it bulged. She paused behind him and Lucidum cleared her throat in what she considered a polite manner, yet the anthro merely flicked his tail as if to swat away a fly.

"'morning," the palomino grunted with barely a glance over his shoulder.

How rude... Lucidum's feathers fluffed up and she clacked the tip of her beak together, eyes darkening thunderously. How dare he ignore her?

"Good morning," she said stiffly, glancing up at the sun. Getting on for midday. "This is Lucidum here for a session with one of the stallions. I trust you are prepared?"

"Oh really now?" That caught the horse's attention and he stood up to his full height, leaning forward with a critical eye. "Here for one of the four-leggers...dressed like that?"

Lucidum tensed. What was he implying? Abruptly self-conscious, she smoothed away a wrinkle in her dark skirt and tugged at the hem of her purple corset, which offset her feathers nicely. It did not matter, she told herself. She knew she was overdressed for the yard but, really, it was her day. Why should she care what a stupid horse had to say? A male, nonetheless...

Dragging herself out of the unwelcome, forceful daydream - the palomino bending her over a bale of straw, grabbing her head-feathers and ramming into her tight cunt - Lucidum cleared her throat, certain that he could see the flush beneath her feathers. The horse tied off the hay net and tossed it aside with another, ready for later, while she composed herself. She swore he was smirking.

"Well then?" She raised an eyebrow imperiously. "I am on time. Are we not to proceed, or is there another better suited to the preparation and session? I am sure you are familiar with what I speak of."

Surveying the raven, the palomino rolled his shoulders languidly, coming to a decision in his own time. He shrugged and grabbed her arm, turning without a single word and hauling her around the corner to the end of the stable block. Shocked and struggling, Lucidum cawed loudly and strove to rip her arm away, tugging out feathers even as she caught sight of a curious anthro mare peering from within a stable. So, they did have two-legged mares for breeding; at least the stallions would be used to her shape. Lucidum snapped her beak threateningly, turning her fiery attention to the horse who paid no heed whatsoever to her curses and shrieks. It was almost as if he was used to such behaviour. Feathers fluttered loose as the raven was bodily lifted and placed on her belly on top of a padded device far larger than her, rump right at the edge. Despite her outrage, Lucidum could not help a shiver running down her spine: it was a breeding stand.

Without ceremony, the horse pushed her more firmly over the stand and set about strapping every limb into place, ensuring that each and every strap was as tight as possible. Lucidum snarled inwardly, briefly returning to her senses. Sure, she wanted to be bred, but she wanted to be treated as she deserved to be too!

"Hey! What the fuck? I'm not one of your slave bitches! Don't you fucking treat me like this! I'll have your job!"

The last quip was a feather in the wind and Lucidum topped it off with an indignant shriek, feathers ruffled in all the wrong places. The palomino looked her over with an air of indifference, grabbing her legs and strapping the dangerous talons into place, shaking off her words like drops of water from his mane.

"That's how we do it around here, birdie," he laughed throatily. "You're nothing special. Boss said we was to treat you like any other slave, as you requested. No need to get bitchy when you're getting just what you asked for."

Did I? Lucidum cursed herself. Damn paperwork. Some box she ticked or left blank, some line misread. There had been so many forms to complete for breeding. She thrashed hopelessly on the stand, a low scream building in her throat until the stallion cuffed her heavily on the side of the head.

"Shut it," he advised. A smirk pulled at his lips. "Your stud is already on his way and you're not even ready."

"I'll bloody tell you when I'm good and ready!"

The stallion snorted.

"You're hardly in any position to make demands."

Digging his hoof-like fingertips into the waistband of the raven's skirt, he yanked it down over her hips. Her black tail-feathers sprang free and, though she swore colourfully, her naked pussy clenched in anticipation. Unaware, the horse shimmied her skirt down her thighs, unable to pull it all the way down but succeeding in baring her sex to the yard: ebon-black, nestled between tiny, dark feathers and glistening with feminine moisture. Need and lust flared into life with the potency of wildfire, the curse gone wrong telling her that she needed to be fucked, needed to be bred and filled with cum. And what seed was more virile than that of a stallion? The raven squirmed, her efforts to escape weaker as her body took control, easily overpowering her faintly protesting mind. She would have hated herself if she had not wantedit so badly.

"This the one?" A voice to her rear chuckled and Lucidum caught the sound of much larger hooves crunching through the gravel, making her heart skip a beat. "Odd one to, ah, volunteer, don't you think?"

"Not my place to judge," the familiar voice of the palomino replied. "Let Ben at her whenever you're ready. God knows she is."

Lucidum would have bristled, but she was too busy inhaling the potent scent of equine. The fact that the horse stood and stamped a few metres back posed no problem for her suddenly heightened senses and she could almost taste the drops of pre cum rolling from the delicious flared head of his shaft... She shuddered, caught up in fantasy, and rolled her hips as much as she was able, moaning like a whore.

A broad muzzle pushed beneath her tail and snorted hard, breath washing over her feathers. The stallion's fleshy tongue swept over her folds and she felt his upper lip curling back as he took in her most intimate scent. She could almost imagine that pole of horse-meat dropping between his hind legs, swinging and slapping against his belly... Tensing, she cried out as he took to sampling her sex once again, the tantalising few swipes of his tongue enough to stoke the fire of arousal to fever pitch.

She heard the stallion rear, the absence of him, and then two heavy forelegs crashed down on either side of her, balancing neatly on the structure of the stand. For a split second, she feared it would topple over with her bound to it, but it held steady, perhaps bolted into the ground. She didn't know - didn't care - as thoughts flitted through her mind quicker than she could register. The horse, which she could now see as a bright bay, lipped her hair and pressed forward, thick cock slapping her rump as if she truly was a simple mare in heat. And he would be the one to breed her.

He had performed the same act many times before, that much was certain. Thrusting and bucking in a way that was surprisingly careful for a feral equine, the stallion drew his hips away just enough so that the soft tip of his length slipped and ground between her ass cheeks, leaving a trail of pre cum in its wake. Lucidum was bound too securely to help him into her hot cunt, so she only moaned eagerly, gasping when the head grazed her tail hole and then touched her aching pussy lips. Gods, she needed this! As if in answer to her breathless, wordless pleading, he bucked hard the instant he found his mark and drove brutally into the little raven, forcing all breath from her body.

As she struggled to accustom herself to the violent assault, the stallion nickered proudly and forced himself deeper, breeding her as that thick pole spread her cunny open again and again. He thrust in deeper until the head of his dick slammed into her cervix and she cawed in pain; the horse, however, did not care for such things, those murmurs of hurt. Plenty of his mares and the funny two-legged ones had cried out like that over his many, many breeding sessions: they all bore his foals. He grunted and squeezed his forelegs tighter around his 'prize', neck arching far over her head as he mated her, the head dragging against that bundle of nerves in her cunt with every furious stroke. Despite the pain, Lucidum groaned, tongue lolling from the corner of her beak, and closed her eyes, not even caring that the heavy, equine body on her back was slowly tearing her corset. It was too good to be fucked.

Faintly, she was aware of the other two horses talking, commenting on how she was bred and how well she took the stallion's breeding pole. Pre cum mixed with her own juices and every thrust produced a lewd, sloppy squelch from her stretched pussy. The outline of the horse's dick pressed through her abdomen, trapped within her passage, and Lucidum rocked into his pounding, beak parted in the most delectable of pleasure. One of the horses noted how wet she was, fluids dripping down her thighs on to the breeding stand, and how they wanted to 'take a ride' with her next. The raven shuddered bodily. She had never felt more like a piece of meat than in that moment. Fuck meat.

True to his natural form, the stallion did not last long, despite his masculine virility. Every muscle in his body seemed to tighten and his pace quickened, hammering into the raven without concern for her pleasure and safety. Lucidum's eyes lidded and she traced her tongue over the edge of her beak, thankful all of a sudden that she was strapped down so that she was able to take him. Snorting and grunting, the wild-sounding horse above her thrust, jamming every single inch that he was able to into her passage, her cervix aching from the rough treatment. She would never have screamed or made her stud stop, however. She was his to do with however he wished, for now at least. Would that she could stay on the breeding stand forever, forever his little breeding mare and cum dump.

The sheer amount of cum filling the raven's womb made her stomach bloat grotesquely, the raven appearing as if she was several months pregnant even though she could never fall pregnant in her 'condition'. Her stomach stretched and stretched, pushing against the stand to contain the unnatural amount of seed her enhanced body coaxed from the stud, corset ripping at the seams. They never held up very well, though Lucidum loved the sound of each and every garment giving up as she was pumped full beyond her physical limits.

Dismounting with a snort, the feral horse backed away from 'his mare', dancing further away on the end of the lead rope as Lucidum's cunt seemed to suck itself closed, not allowing a drop of stallion cum to escape: another notion of her curse that ensured she was filled to the brim for as long as possible.

She barely registered the paws untying her restraints until they pulled her from the stand with a muted squawk of protest. The palomino horse stood her up and held both paws behind her back, forcing her to look directly at the dancing stallion and his swaying pole of horseflesh. Lucidum rocked slowly, struggling to move or even stand confidently with so much cum weighing her down. She almost wished that she could 'release' it from her snatch, letting it splatter to the ground, but the curse would not allow that, so it was a futile thought indeed. She sighed lightly, an odd emptiness in the pit of her stomach, and tried to take a step forward, only to be held back by the palomino as her legs half-refused to work under the fresh load in her womb. He tightened his grip on her wrists and snickered lowly, patience unending as he waited for the slow female to catch up. Confused, Lucidum turned her head from side to side, thinking that she was to be let go, but the stallion shook his head in the negative to her obvious yet unspoken question.

"Nice try, birdie," the palomino tilted her head back with a crop beneath her chin, his white teeth flashing. "But he's not done yet. He'll mount you several times yet. How many breedings can you take? And will you be a side more willing? A lass such as you could always lean against the fence and flip up those pretty tail feathers."

Lucidum gaped and lowered her beak submissively. She would take as many breedings as the stallion needed from her. And of her pleasure?

She was never satiated.