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Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)

The raven sprawled atop a pile of plush cushions in her chambers, feathers splayed across the colours of the rainbow. The flickering warmth of the fire tickled her feathers and she moaned, though not from any sense of relaxation. In the frigid winter of the north, her harem warmed her, keeping the chill from her bones, regardless of the spacious castle that she called her own, her 'little' home. As her harem serviced her sexual desires, her extensive harem fetched her drinks and sweet fruits to maintain her energy levels, massaging her body and leaving trails of kisses wherever their lips touched. Living in the lap of luxury, she hissed and arched as they rocked her body into yet another orgasm. With land to her name and riches of the flesh at her fingertips, the lusty raven could not want for more.

The fire roared.

Oh, she craved more. Her eyes roamed the wall hangings, extravagant tapestries in the colours of the rainbow, as a finely groomed fox grasped her thighs, thrusting into her with wild abandon. His eyes half-closed and his tongue hung from his muzzle in feral delight. The runes on the raven's abdomen glowed blue as he reached climax, filling her cunt with a pitiful amount of seed, and the raven groaned, clacking the edges of her beak together. Where was the rest of it? Was that all he had to give her? As he finished his task, the fox slumped to side, dazed, while a dainty stallion took his place, positioning his cock for that first thrust.

"Enough!"

Lucidum leapt to her feet, sending her partners tumbling to the cushions. Could they not see that they did not sate her? Their attentions failed! The harem stared up at her suddenly towering form in confusion, shrinking back with wide, blinking stares, muzzle lowered. One bay equine, bolder than the rest, stretched out his paw to her, an offering in his respectfully averted eyes. She ignored it, sliding her gaze away in turn. It was useless, all of them useless for her needs.

The curse would be the end of her.

Swearing under her breath, she stormed from the room, feathers fluffed up against the abrupt chill. Without her harem, the castle was larger, lonelier, than before. She had someplace to be, so she steeled herself against the bitter wind and lunged from the castle at a half-run, wind whipping snow into her eyes.

Her goal resided in the looming shadow of the stables where the castle horses were housed. The stable hands had long retreated to their homes and families for the night, so she found herself quite alone as she pushed open the wooden door and eased inside, shivering away from the cold.

A chorus of whickers rose in greeting and her gaze hardened. There was no time for sweetness and sugar cubes. She was there for a purpose that only they could fulfil. And 'fill' they would.

Stomping, Lucidum unlatched the first stable door, housing a great Shire, and threw it wide, moving on to the next and repeating the motion.

"Out! Out! All of you, out!"

She released only the stallions, letting them mill around the wide central aisle. Lucidum quivered, for a moment doubting her decision to let them loose around her heat-addled body, but the thought was swiftly chased away by her need, the runes glowing. No, it had to be done. The raven flung herself bodily on top of a stack of hay bales, left ready to be used the next day: now they would find a different use, for the time being at least.

Clip-clopping back and forth, the horses moved past one another, brown eyes curious as they inhaled, flared nostrils taking in the array of scents. Lucidum spread her legs wide, holding on to her thighs to allow thick globules of cum to ooze from her used pussy, which was as tight as ever. The closest horse, a heavy-set draft, raised his head curiously.

"You know what I want," she told them, though they had no intelligence with which to discern her words. "Give it to me. Take me!"

Their bodies, on the other hand, responded to the scent of cum and ever present hormones of a female deep in heat exuded by the Raven. Flaked out on top of the bales, it was a matter of seconds before a bay Clydesdale with a black mane spilling over the arch of his neck mounted her, snorting heavily into her face. His cock jerked, bouncing against his belly, and he groaned as he searched out her entrance, shoving the fat, flat head into her folds until it caught, sinking in deep.

"Fuck yes!"

Lucidum screeched, fingers curling around the horse's thick forelegs as if to hold herself in place, though the cock ramming her pussy more than sufficed. The Clydesdale whinnied and bucked forward, resting heavily on his forelegs as he gripped the bale much like he would the sides of a four-legged mare. Pussy dripping with cum from her earlier partners, no further lubrication was needed for him to slide slickly in to the hilt, pushing the medial ring into her tight pussy. That was one effect of the curse - no matter how many times she fucked, Lucidum would always be as tight as a virgin, forever craving seed, the more fertile the better.

What seed could be better than that of a stallion?

Horses were not know for their endurance and Lucidum clung to her steed as he huffed and thrust, pounding furiously so that the head of his cock bottomed out against her cervix with every thrust. It was physically impossible for him to drive any deeper and she reached down with a moan to feel the outline of his cock pushing through her lower abdomen, deliciously full. It would have been fatal to any other fur but it was her that got to experience such delights!

Cramming every inch of his dick into her tight snatch, the equine neighed as he ejaculated, balls slapping into Lucidum and pumping her full of cum. Her stomach visibly swelled with the sheer volume of it and, as he dismounted, still spurting creamy ropes of virility, cock bouncing, she knew that it was just the beginning of what she so desperately needed.

"More," she begged, but the other stallions were already nipping and kicking out, establishing the pecking order of the bachelor herd, who would get to fuck their new 'mare' next.

A black Shire with a blaze slashed across his face was next in line, the largest of the herd. Lucidum clacked her beak anxiously, watching his cock drooling pre cum in a long string down to the ground, contracting to slap against his belly. He was an emblem of sheer masculinity. Huffing softly against her sex, he took a quick lick of cum and feminine juices streaming from her, curling back his upper lip to take in the myriad of scents. Lucidum whimpered.

He mounted her with a snort and wasted no time in wedging his cock into her, the greater girth stretching her to her limits - wider than even she thought possible. Arching, Lucidum cried out as orgasm overcame her, losing control of her muscles, the equine thrusting and bucking to his heart's content. He used her body as no more than a simple breeding tool, all that she craved and more. Because that was all she was to them: a hot cunt to be filled and impregnated.

The horse panted as he rammed in, using the weight and power of his body to breed the much smaller raven, pounding her into the hay bales. She feared that they would not hold under his brute force but, somehow, they held, and she flung her arms back, subjecting herself to his will and breeding. Each stroke made her keen in pleasure and she twisted upon the bales, beak parted for breath that her nares simply could not supply. She could barely draw a full breath before the bulk of the stallion drove it from her lungs once more, dominating her as he would one of his own kind.

He snorted and arched his neck down to nip at the bare curve of her throat, eliciting a gasp. His thrusts drove her to the peak of pleasure and Lucidum closed her eyes tightly as she climaxed, the first satisfying one of the night - for weeks, even. Her whole body shook as if overcome by a greater force and her pussy convulsed around the equine's shaft, milking him until he gave a masculine nicker and spent his seed in her passage. The sheer volume of cum was forced out around his shaft, oozing viscously down her thighs and the bales. Her belly swelled in turn, bulging out obscenely. She could not be impregnated by the horses but her body told her that she needed more, that she needed to 'take'.

Hips jerking in comparatively feeble thrusts, the stallion groaned, balls pulling in to his body to expel jets of cum from his cock. Panting in the glow of her climax, Lucidum hissed softly, not expecting him to cum for such a length of time. It was a true testament to the virility of stallions. Disinterested, now that he had had his fill, the Shire horse dismounted from the temporary mare, cock drooping down towards the ground in a soft arc.

It was not enough, the raven needed more. Always more, even with the stallions. Her curse was to never be sated. Looking desperately for the next horse, Lucidum raised her hips, spreading her pussy lips invitingly with the tips of her talons. Did she not just look delectable?

Certainly the stallions thought so as they struck out, eager to be the next to take the mare - the pecking order had not stuck for more than a single round with such a fertile female in their midst, at least to their senses. Lucidum had a few seconds in which to roll over on to her stomach, legs dangling off the bale so that her knees pressed into its scratchy softness before the pride of her stable trotted up, a red Suffolk Punch. He inhaled with an equine rumble, scenting her sex and need with an arrogant toss of his head. The stallion's cock slipped languidly from its sheath, mottled pink and brown in its enormity. Lucidum licked her beak, her heavy belly squashed beneath her. The dribbles of cum were nothing but extra from the stallions - every drop deposited into her womb was sealed within, simply to heighten her lust and demonstrate her position.

The stallion's forelegs landed heavily on either side of her body and she arched back, fanning her tail feathers up for him to find her entrance with nothing denying him. He soon found her wet folds and his cock bent lightly as he sought entrance, forcing it in after a few moments with a low grunt. And thus it began again, the cycle of being fucked, reaching orgasm and feeling sated for a short while, her belly sloshing and full of potent stallion seed.

As the chestnut stallion drove his fat cock into her, the raven used her forearms to push back, encouraging him harder and deeper, as much as she could take. Her body was a vessel for his pleasure and satisfaction in his orgasm, her pussy a perfectly fitted cock sleeve to his member. He rocked her towards a second orgasm, more explosive than the first, and, as the storm raged outside, Lucidum screeched at a piercing pitch. Being fucked was all she ever craved and all her wonderful, darling stallions would ever deliver.

The Suffolk Punch snorted, lips brushing the back of her feathered head, cock buried in her snatch as if trying to force himself deeper, into her very womb. She panted, trying to hold herself back for as long as possible and cling on to that pretence, that fragile hope, that somehow the curse did not have a complete hold over her, an iron clad grasp of her life. The stallions nickered, cocks slapping their underbellies, and she could not deny it anymore, moaning like the slut with spread legs that she truly was.

She trembled. It was going to be a long night. Her pussy clenched and rippled around the horse's cock, coaxing him deeper, a wicked caress. The head nudged her cervix in an intimate kiss - just a brush, chaste in the moment - as he tested the waters. Lucidum tensed: it was not often that she had a partner that pushed so far but it was not often she had a feral horse fuck her either. Some of the equine's shaft lay outside her pussy, proving that he still had more to give, and he snorted softly, warm breath ruffling her feathers.

With startling gentleness, the stallion pushed, easing open an inner entrance that should never have been possible to penetrate and survive. Lucidum was no normal raven, however, and the runes flashed, shining through her feathers, as the curse sang, forcing her body to adjust. She scrabbled against the hay, the talons on her feet ripping through the twine on the bale so that one side of hay spilled out, abused in her ecstasy.

By the lord... Was this supposed to feel so good? She only had experience of a male's cock ramming painfully into her cervix; now her beak parted in wordless pleasure as the stud's balls slapped lightly into her crotch, as deep as was possible to go.

Lucidum pressed her beak into the bale and keened, hips pushing back as the horse resumed thrusting, tossing his head like a wild stallion. Thrusting the full length of his cock into the little raven, the equine groaned and jerked his hips, tail flagging proudly. His balls tightened up to his body, plump and heavy, releasing his load into the raven with a muffled squelch of semen. Arms trembling, Lucidum struggled to bear the sudden, dramatic swell of her stomach, rounding massively against the hay bale, cum dumped directly into her womb. Not a drop escaped and the raven shuddered, pressing a paw to her stomach as it grew and grew, the swelling magically enhanced.

Dismounting as soon as he had finished, the Suffolk Punch shook himself off, stray chestnut hairs flying off as his softening cock bobbed, retreating slowly, reluctantly, into its sheath. He was done with her, leaving one stud unsatisfied. The largest of her stable, a massive Shire with four perfectly snowy fetlocks, lowered his head to huff breath over her snatch, which was flushed with blood.

Eyes fixed upon the final contestant, the stallion who had not had need to fight for her attention for he was the best of the best, Lucidum slipped from the hay bale. She dropped to her knees and clicked her tongue lightly against the inside of her beak, calling him to her. His large hooves fell in a distinctive clip clop on to the stone aisle floor and he stepped over her, head lowered curiously down to the ground, wondering what this strange mare had in store for him. He would accept whatever he was given, and gladly so, but Lucidum had something special in mind for this one.

Stroking his cock with both paws, the raven crinkled the corners of her eyes in an avian smirk and lapped the head, drawing a nicker from the surprised equine. Ah, he would always be her favourite, his kind ways and massive, throbbing cock. She opened her beak as wide as she could and crammed his shaft inside, her little tongue pressed to the smooth underside. He whickered and stomped a hoof, the tremor of his power sending a thrill through Lucidum.

Though she could not give him a true blowjob as she would a normal anthro male, Lucidum pumped her paws along his length as she suckled and licked as if upon a fine treat that she wished to savour. Thick pre cum trickled down her throat and she tried to force him deeper, throat convulsing as her gag reflex kick in and she pushed past it, letting the head thrust into the back of his throat.

He was close, oh so very close, already, grunting and stomping as she gagged on his length. She felt the swell in his balls, the tidal wave of release growing and growing until it could no longer be contained. His cock pulsed and the stallion neighed as he erupted, firing seed with inexplicable force straight down Lucidum's throat. Unaffected by the curse, her actual stomach could not swell, cum instead pouring straight down and making her feel as full as if she had just eaten a three course meal, only far more satisfying. His orgasm seemed to last much longer than those of the other horses and the raven's eyes watered as she strained, muscles in her face aching as she kept her beak open until the pulses halted, balls drained of their load. The stallion withdrew, pulling his dripping cock from her beak as his tail swished contentedly.

Panting, Lucidum sat back on her heels with cum running down her feathers. Now more than ever, she knew one thing and one thing alone.

There would be many more nights with her stallions to come.

*

Lucidum groaned, blinking blearily as consciousness returned. The harsh light of morning spilled into her solitary sleeping chambers, the four poster bed rumpled with sheets. Stomach heavy, she rolled from her side on to her back, one arm stretched out to the side, fingers extending and relaxing. In the beauty of the morning, she did not recall for the briefest of moments what had happened the previous night and why she felt so deliciously sore in every limb and crevice of her body.

Last night... The memories trickled back, one after the other, as if she had had a drunken evening of glamour rather than lustful, repeated fucking. Heat rose to her cheeks and she buried her beak beneath the pillow, hating how her 'nares flared up with warmth, betraying her feelings. Had she really fucked every single horse in her stables? Well, every intact male, that was. Her pussy was as tight as always - a quick investigation with her fingers proved that - but still oozed remnants of cum that had not been dumped straight into her womb. She could have been pregnant with a clutch of a dozen or more for how her stomach swelled, appearing out of place with its smooth, bloated bulge.

As demeaning as the acts demanding attention had been, she slipped from bed with a strange sense of satisfaction. Her loins did not ache for cum and the blue runes on her abdomen glowed a faint periwinkle, a shade never seen upon her feathers before. Standing in the wide window, she peered down into the courtyard, smiling at the servants who caught sight of her naked form and balked, likely wondering why she looked like herself but not, the belly impossible to miss. They had seen her bereft of clothing often enough, so that would not be any manner of surprise to them. Besides - what did she care? She was finally and wonderfully sated.

She dressed for the day in a flowing gown that lifted up at the front, designed for a curvaceous female form in lieu of the pregnant-like one she now boasted. Lucidum went barefoot, enjoying the eyes upon her, each step coming with unexpected lightness. Though her heart was gentle that day, her morning activities - breakfasting and strolling the grounds among other light pursuits - came with an awkward burden. She could not imagine how larger or pregnant furs managed with even a smaller stomach every hour of every day but she swore at the breakfast table, unable to lean forward over the wood to reach a jug of orange juice. As the servants assisted her, she clicked her beak and wished for her harem. Their paws were gentler, kinder.

Not that she needed kind. She wanted their touch between her thighs for entertainment, not satisfaction that so rarely sufficed. She did not crave it as she had, yet there was no doubt in the raven's mind that she would soon reconsider that notion. A curse, after all, was not something to let up so easily.

Going into town was a chore, but Lucidum held her beak high, fluffing up her feathers as she attended the market - her favourite event. Even with her stomach bulging out and drawing attention, she would not give up her pleasures. No one there understood what had happened to her, yet they stared as if at a freak show, paws clasped to chests and eyes wide. The raven angled her beak and studied the wares on show, ignoring the heat scorching her 'nares. A casual paw rested on her stomach and her beak parted in a small smile that only she was aware of.

Life was not so bad. If she could sate herself with the stallions, she would survive. Her harem would keep her warm at night and the townspeople could stare all they liked. What did it matter to her if they knew of her condition or curse? After all, it may be a curse but they would never know the erotic delights she thus entranced.

A curse could, in fact, be a blessing.