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He didn't want to come to this silly party. He had no reason to leave his home when he could be there cleaning or tidying up. Kale took a particular pride in his organization, despite the fact that his species made it somewhat difficult. As a Centaur, it took a special kind of care to maintain a home in anything better than a disheveled mess, yet Kale's home was impeccable.

Instead of tending to that, he was instead at a party, with dozens of family, friends, and neighbours all clambering around the fountain in the middle of the town, the place where many came to drink and converse about their day. Practically sheep, following in the hoof-prints of what the chief suggested rather than doing their own thing.

The only thing keeping him from leaving was the fact that this party was for someone that he admired from afar. It was the Chief's daughter, a young mare, and it was her birthday on this day. There was cake, fireworks, and dozens of people lining up to wish her the happiest of days, but she was nowhere to be found.

Kale had seen her earlier, trotting around in a dance with a prospective suitor, accepting gifts of fruits and veggies, or spending time with her family. After the main festivities had died down she had disappeared, likely ready to retire for the evening while the tribe celebrated on her special day. If nothing else, it was a good excuse to party, even if the young mare who they were using as an excuse to party was absent.

Still, This left Kale wondering where lady Lacelyn had went. She was normally a strong willed, aggressively demanding mare, never one to shy away from the kind of attention she would get at a party dedicated to her. If it wasn't for the fact that Kale was shyly looking for her around every corner and in every idle huddle of his kind, he would have went home.

He mostly kept to himself, glancing about, refusing to call attention to himself even enough to politely ask another to move out of the way. Kale, unlike Lacelyn, was a bit more shy and reserved. He didn't care much for large crowds, and would at virtually any other time rather be at home cleaning or playing games of some sort. Deep in his mind he knew he was in for a rude awakening if he had actually managed to find her, and couldn't bring himself to actually say anything.

After a long bout of looking around and not finding her anywhere, Kale was ready to leave. There was no reason to stay at a party he wasn't enjoying to celebrate someone that wasn't there. A bottle of wine would be nice, but something about taking the chief's wine without at least meeting the birthday mare just felt wrong to him, so he decided to leave.

His hamlet was a rather quaint little settlement. There was the fountain and the chief's home on the top of the hill, and a bunch of single-floor homes in the plains around it, with a single river tracing its path through it all, barely around the side of the hill. His home was just on the other side of that river.

As he was about to cross it, hooves clacking on the smoothe rocks at the river's bed, he heard the snapping of a few sticks followed by the rustling of a bush. He looked over to see what it was, and saw the rump of a fellow centaur sticking out from between two bushes a little down the river's bed. The hind hoofs were stomping angrily at the dirt, and her flank was rubbing against the dry branches.

This mare's rump color was that of a full moon, with black stripes on her ankles near the feathering of her hooves, and a silvery gray tail. It took Kale almost a full minute of staring at the shapely backside to realize it was Lacelyn, still struggling against the bushes and stomping intermittently.

Nervous, but also curious as to the princess' position, Kale squeaked out a meek greeting. "H-hi?" He called out to her, immediately halting her movement.

After a moment of dawning realization that she was seen, she stepped backwards out of the bushes to greet Kale, throwing her head back to blow her mane off her face, exposing the bright red flower she had at the base of her ear. "Oh, hi Kale." She said with a nonchalant wave of her mane.

Kale felt his throat tighten and his heart flutter a bit. His tail flicked and his rear hoof scraped at the rock in an instinctive show of skittishness. She knew his name. They'd spent some time together by proxy when they both went to the same school, but beyond that, he didn't think she'd know him at all. Rather than act like a dweeb around the lady Lacelyn, he stepped forward and bowed, trying to speak apologies, only to have the words get caught in his throat. He swallowed nervously and kept his head lowered rather than trying to speak again.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you always so nervous around me?" Lacelyn asked as she daintily stepped toward him, exposing her flank to him as she whipped her tail up and down.

Kale saw this out of the corner of his eye and straightened himself up, nervously pulling on the hair of his arm. He didn't want to say anything that would get him in trouble, but he did notice a slight change in her demeanour. She seemed to be a bit more exposed, and while her words were that of her usual, dominant self, her tone said she had a certain vulnerability about her that was manifesting itself in this private situation.

"Still won't speak, huh? Well, that's okay, I just needed to get away from all those people. Mares and stallions everywhere, trying to beg me for my attention. Families pawning off their sons on me. Frustrating. But you, you don't put me on a pedestal like the others. I've noticed that about you. You barely talk to me, like I'm just another mare. I like that." She smiled warmly at him and nodded, tail swishing in the night air.

Kale snickered a little inside. If only she knew what he truly felt about her. Her beauty, her enigmatic life, her deliciously plump hips, her silky smoothe mane and moonlight-hued hair. She was a fine mare, and to him she was the pinnacle of the tribe. She was royalty, both in blood and in stature. Rather than blurt every bit of that out, Kale tried to retain some mystique and simply nodded, then lost it by complimenting her. "I don't know, you are one gorgeous mare. Maybe you deserve all the attention."

Lacelyn blushed a bit and hoofed at the grass a bit. "Well, thank you, Kale. That's probably the only sincere compliment I've been given all day." She shifted in place, swaying her tail back just enough to let Kale see the reflection of the moon glistening off her moist nether lips followed by a gentle breeze of her scent.

Not only was it the lady's birthday, it was also apparently her season.

He dug a single rear hoof into the rocks, tensing his thigh to keep his manhood from dropping out of his sheathe. It was imperative he not lose his composure in front of her, for fear of forever tarnishing her opinion of him. So far he was leaving a nice first impression, but that could be ruined the moment she saw him expose himself.

With a dismissive wave, she stepped forward through the bushes, took a few steps around while making a bunch of noise, and emerged out from between a couple bushes behind him. She flicked at his flank and hopped up a bit, hoofing him on the rump cheek before smacking him gently.

"W-what are you doing?" Kale stuttered, spinning around to hide his rump from her. He was thoroughly confused at this situation; she was doing what could best be described as courtship, yet they barely knew each other. Apparently she knew him, but he still only knew her from afar. He once again had to hide his stallion parts from her, for fear of coming across as another one of her sad, pathetic suitors.

"What do you mean, what am I doing, Kale? I think you know quite well what I am doing. Or not. Maybe I'll have to find another stallion." She turned away from him and looked over her shoulder, swishing her tail and swaying her backside slowly, allowing Kale to have a prolonged look between her cheeks, the pale moonlight reflecting off her moist lips as she tensed her muscles, winking a bit and spewing a few idle drops of creamy fluid onto the rocks between them. Once she finished her display, she flicker her tail downward and hopped a full body's length away.

Kale, growing somewhat more confident, matched her hop and landed just behind her, lightly caressing at her flank. He shouldn't be so bold, so brash, but she was making it clear she was receptive to his attention, so it would almost be insulting to not accept her offer. Still, she could be teasing, so he didn't want to come on too strongly, in case she was only being flirty.

However, she convinced him of her willingness when, in response to his finger tips caressing her, she lifted her tail up high, muscles tensing to show her meaty vulva, dripping her fluids all over the rocks at the bank of the river.

He leaned back and got a better look at her folds, nervously bringing his fingers down to stroke her up from her teats right up to her rump, smearing the slickness that she was secreting. Kale glanced up at her to gauge her reaction, and saw she was beaming as she looked back at him and watched. His heart was racing, and he could feel the cool ebb of adrenaline coursing through him as his backside tingled, cock finally unfolding from its sheathe to dangle between his legs, balls tensing up in preparation. With them locking eyes, he gently caressed under her tail, massaging at her rump; he was hoping she wouldn't kick at such attention.

She winked and pushed back against him, flexing her muscles and pushing her hole out against his palm. Her hoof was scraping at the ground, her tail flicking in excitement as she glanced around up and down the river to see if anyone else was around.

Kale felt his confidence inflating with each beat of his heart - or maybe that was his cock. Either way, he was getting a bit more bold, and considerably more eager to continue with Lady Lacelyn. The part of him that was nervous around her was wilting away, replaced with a carnal lust that she'd tricked him into by exposing herself. A small bit of his mind was still hesitant, as he knew this was uncharacteristic, but it wasn't powerful enough to overcome his desire.

He slipped two fingers into her, waving them side to side, applying just the right amount of pressure as he did so, resulting in a muscular tension that tickled at his knuckles. There were bits of her fluid splattering against his wrist and hand as she ejected bits of her self-made lubrication all over him. She was clearly in heat, and literally drooling from under her tail. He felt he had to take advantage of the situation.

"Well? What are you waiting for, stud?" She cooed at him, reaching back to caress his cheek, her horse parts shuddering in delight as he continued to massage her from within. She nickered a bit as he squeezed at her winking clit, a sudden and intense wave of pleasure shooting up her spine and dissipating through her equine torso. She pushed back on him, relaxing her muscles and nearly engulfing him to the wrist before he pulled away. "What's the matter? Don't be so shy!" She commanded, reaching back to guide his hand back under her tail, forcing it in between her silky folds.

Kale was absolutely stunned. Not only was he wrist deep in this royal mare, but she wanted more. She wanted him. He knew it was likely just lust brought on by season, but it was hard to say no.

With her clenching around his wrist, practically forcing him in deeper, he laid his free hand on her rump and used it to steady himself as he lifted one of his front hooves onto her flank. He tickled at her gently with his ankle feathering, leaning into her to slip his hand a bit deeper. It felt absolutely heavenly to have her muscles massaging his digits and forearm, throbbing gently with each heartbeat. The fantasy of imagining her depths massaging his cock got him even harder until he felt his flare start to inflate. As soon as he felt that familiar plateau of pleasure cresting the horizon, he pulled his hand from her and curled his fingers up in a fist, retaining her moisture while inhaling her scent.

"Does that mean you can finally hop up onto me?" She asked, stepping away from his hoof and giving him a coy grin over her shoulder. "Go on, I'm waiting." Lacelyn raised her tail high and flexed her muscles, exposing a slit of hot pink right in between her silvery lips, a peach clit pressing itself out of her.

Kale slurped up the drool that was oozing out of his lips, but let the drool splat out of his cock and onto the rocks between his hind legs before finally lunging forward, hopping onto her rump and letting his weight rest on her haunches. He could feel her shifting her weight and widening her stance to brace herself as his back tensed up, cock throbbing and aiming under her tail.

He poked at her, smearing their collective juices together and rubbing it against his shaft as he slipped between her buns, jabbing at the underside of her tail and even prodding at her pert little rump. After only a few empassioned thrusts, he felt his member slipping and sliding against her flesh with ease. Both she and he were absolutely soaked with lubrication and precum before he finally lanced into her.

In one powerful lurch, he felt the very tip of his member push through her opening, meeting resistance as she tensed up. Still, once he was guided by her vulva lips, any force could continue to push him deeper. HE could feel her clit winking, tickling at the underside of his shaft as her canal clenched around him, practically squeezing him back out as he shuffled and leaned into her.

She leaned back. Even with him forcing his way deep into her womb, her pussy clenched down and squeezing as tight as she could go, she wanted him deeper, so she pushed back. She shuffled her hooves in unison, relaxing ever so slightly to let his hips press against hers, balls slapping against her exposed, soaking wet clit.

Kale grunted and pushed one final time into her, feeling her fleshy confines massaging him from base to tip. AS a stallion - especially one taken by surprise by such a gorgeous mare - he didn't have a lot in the way of stamina. Still, she seemed satisfied. As his flare exploded inside her, clenched tight by her hungry womb opening, he felt his seed erupting into her, and she grunted and pushed back, whimpering and digging at the ground with her hooves.

She was clearly satisfied.

With his cock still dribbling and forcing out gobs of his seed into her, Kale opened his mouth to speak, but she pressed a finger against his lips and squeezed down on him, shutting him up.

"Don't speak, Kale." She whispered in his ear. "It will ruin the magic of the moment. Enjoy it."

Kale practically inhaled his words as they were about to trickle off his tongue, and focused on the sensations. He wasn't sure if she was promiscuous, but she seemed to have utter command of her vaginal muscles. She was aggressively massaging him to the point that, as soon as the blood rushed from his member and his flare deflated, the pressure pushed him right out to leak cum down between her legs.

Finished and spent, he hopped off her and leaned down to clean up his mess from under her tail, but she stopped him by turning her rump away from him.

"No, Leave it, I want it as a reminder. Come, let us enjoy the night." She took his hand and guided him through the river and into the bushes beyond. Their night certainly wasn't over.

As a stallion, he may not have had stamina, but he certainly had the will for multiple times.