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The sun above bathed the herd in warmth and life as they grazed in the wide open plain. Horses of varying colors and sizes milled about under the watchful eye of their shepherd. Sundancer gazed out at her wards, mesmerized by their movements and captivated by their whinnies and nickers to each other as they grazed.

She brushed a hand back through her tan hair and breathed a contented sigh. She shifted her weight and leaned her shoulder against the long staff she carried. She loved being out here. Many in her village thought it was a boring chore, and it was compared to hunting the buffalo that roamed the plains with them. Even foraging for berries or wild onions and the like was debatably more interesting than this.

Sundancer enjoyed herding the horses so much simply because for most of the day, she didn't have to deal with anybody, she didn't have to do anything, all she was required to do was stay with the herd and watch over them. Not like any of them would stray too far away. Horses are social animals and would much rather group together than explore on their own.

The only real effort, or trouble if it could be called that, was when mares started to give birth. Then Sundancer had to actually work, but it was something she loved! Helping new mothers bring life to their foals was so magical, an act she almost wished she could aid in more often. But then she'd eventually have more horses than she could tend to alone and she would be forced to bring someone out here with her.

And that would not do.

The elders wanted her to have someone else with her at all times, a different hunter or warrior every day, or something. She would have none of it! There was no reason. She could fend off any of the predators stupid enough to try to attack the herd! Horses were far from helpless anyway, and more often than not, the entire herd would stand together against any threat to their safety.

As if to spite her, a whoop echoed over the gentle rise of what could be considered a “hill" to her right. Sundancer rolled her eyes and slowly turned, stepping with heavy hooves toward the sound of the whoop. Another echoed over the hill. Then another holler went up. Her brow met and her eyes narrowed. Why were the elders sending so many and why were they giving a warcry? They would spook the herd!

Unless that was exactly what they were trying to do. Sundancer's heart began thundering in her barrel. Heavy hoof beats grew louder and louder as a dozen tops of heads began to appear over the top of the gentle hill. Moments later, she saw the heads of as many horse heads directly in front of the more recognizable faces. These weren't centaur at all!

She lifted her free arm up over her bare breast and stuck two fingers past her lips. She gave a loud, shrill whistle then began to wave her staff about. She whooped and hollered, prancing and bucking frantically. “Hey horses! Hey horses!" She yelled, getting the herd's attention. They all lifted their heads and started to slowly move away from her nervously.

Her eyes darted over her shoulder. The men on horseback were rushing forward, their own tomahawks and spears waving wildly as they began to split into two groups and rush toward either side of the herd. By the ancestors, this was not good! Suddenly, she wished she did have a warrior there with her.

“Go horses!" She yelled, starting to get the herd moving. “Go horses! Hyah!"

The whooping men sounded loudly on either side of her and she whipped her head from side to side. They were herding her herd, wheeling them around to head the other direction! “NO! She yelled, trying to get ahead of the herd before they turned around too quickly. “Go horses!" She yelled, but her voice was getting more and more drowned out by the heavy thunder of hooves and the loud calls of the men sprinting around her on the backs of their own horses.

Something heavy landed on her back and she reflexively began to buck. She looked over her shoulder and saw one of the men on her back! He was clambering to stay on top of her, even as she bucked frantically up and down!

“Get off!" She yelled, then started to run as fast as she could over the relatively flat plain. She felt the man shifting on her back, then slide to one side. Good! He was about to-…

The copper skinned man slid from her back and wrapped himself around one of her front legs! Unable to properly step, she fell forward and rolled onto her side. She tumbled and fell, thankfully pitching the man off of herself as she tumbled to a stop.

She rolled and clambered back up onto her hooves, but the man was already there in front of her, tomahawk in hand. Two more men on horses flanked her quickly, spears pointed dangerously at her.

The man who had tripped her barked something she could not understand. He spoke in a tongue she had never before heard.

“Please don't take my horses-…"

The man brandished his weapon at her and snapped sharply.

She stiffened and squared her shoulders. The man walked around her slowly, looking her every inch up and down. Sundancer had the distinct impression she was being sized up and judged whether or not it would be worth it to cut her up and eat her.

One of the men on horseback nudged his mount close to her and reached down to wretch both of her arms behind her back. She whimpered in pain at the sudden jerk at both her limbs and tried to pull away. The man was strong and pulled her arms back, then tied them together with a bit of leather.

She struggled against her new bond, but it held firm.

A sharp slap on her rump made her gasp and she turned to look back. The man on foot had covered his hand in red dust and had slapped her hard, leaving a bright red handprint clearly visible against her pinto hide.

“Hey!" She snapped. “That hurts!"

The man stared at her for a moment then shook his head, making his long black topknot and the feathers tied into it flop about slowly. He strode forward and held his hands out to one of the other men. He caught a long lash of leather and started to unspool it. He let the majority drop to the grass beneath his feet and reached up to tie the end around her neck.

Sundancer shook her head and tried to back up, but her rump pressed tightly against something firm and warm. She turned to look what it was only to see that one of the horsemen had blocked her path with his mount's flank.

The tie it took for her to look was all it took for the man to loop the leather around her neck and tie it tight.

Sundancer whinnied loudly and threw her head from side to side. The man on the ground grabbed the leather rope and pulled hard on it, forcing Sundancer to lean down and stare at him.

He again said something firm, threatening to her and she stilled.

The sound of hooves filled her ears to her right and she turned to look. The other men had gathered the herd and were walking them over the gentle incline of the hill. Where were they taking her horses? The elders would never forgive her for letting these men take all of their horses! This was her task, one she had begged and pleaded with them to have, one she had promised she could do alone.

Another sharp tug on the rope caught her attention. She looked forward and saw that the man had climbed up onto his horse and had started to walk toward the rest of his companions and her herd. She had no choice but to follow.

Exercising what little defiance she had, she kept the leather rope taut, oft making her captor yank on it to make her keep pace. They walked for most of the day. Much of it was spent listening to the men banter and laugh in a language she could not understand.

As they crested a stepper hill than most, Sundancer gave a gasp as she saw a village down below that dwarfed her own peoples' village. Dozens of large, cone-shaped tents dotted the landscape and countless people milled about, doing their chores even she recognized. The herd was rushed down the hill and moved to one side where many other horses waited, grazing without a care.

She was led into the heart of the village where all of these two-legged people stared at her, muttering and whispering. Some even reached out to run their coppery fingers over her brown hide.

Each time he caught them doing that, her captor would snap at them and brandish his tomahawk menacingly.

Sundancer shook as fear filled her. She was going to die here. Her panic escalated as the man holding her leash dismounted and slowly herded her back toward a large stack of hides and furs beside one of the leather tents. He turned her, rotating her this way and that until she could feel the back of her hooves brush against the pile behind her.

Keeping the leash in hand, the man stepped in front of her and gave her a toothy smile. The act sickened her. This is where she would end. He was about to slit her throat and cut her open. Her hide would be added to the pile and her muscles would be dried and eaten.

The man reached down, fidgeting with his buckskin leggings until he dropped them to his ankles. One of his hands rushed between his legs and worked his phallus to full hardness. '

Sundancer's eyes widened and she shook her head. “Please don't!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The man continued strking himself regardless of the audience he had. One hand lifted to her breast and groped roughly at the swell of each before he grabbed one of her dark peaks.

Tears sprang to her eyes and she cried out as he roughly twisted her nipple, then the second one. She choked back a sob and struggled against her bonds, but her arms remained trapped at the small of her back, just above her junction.

She felt her tail yanked sharply to the side and her eyes shot open. She looked over her shoulder and choked on another deep sob. The man stood on top of his pile of hides, leaning down toward her body. He held his penis outward, pointed straight at her opening.

“Please stop!" she cried. “I've never mated before! Please!"

The man looked up at her for a moment and paused. Her heart skipped a beat. It was not to last. He pressed himself forward and pushed himself past her virgin folds. She clamped her eyes shut as she felt her body stretch around the invading appendage. The unwanted warmth of his thighs pressed against her rump and hot tears fell down her cheeks.

As quickly as he entered her, the man drew his hips back until she was sure he would pull his invading member out of her and just as quickly he slammed his hips against hers again. Every time his hips slammed audibly against her rump, she would sob and whimpered. Even as shallow as he was, there was no denying that this two-leg was mating with her.

His grunts and guttural moans made her sick to her stomach but it was her own body's reactions that made her want to vomit. Every stroke inward, his balls slammed against her dampening folds and slapped her engorged clit.

She felt herself clenching around his every inward thrust and could hear the slick squelch of her growing juice as he took her.

Then all at once, it was over. He pressed his hips tightly against her rump and she felt heat rush into her body. Her body clenched hard, pushing most of his heat back out of her, much to her relief, as it attempted to instead draw it deeper. A hot dribble slowly traveled down the inside of her thighs and she choked back another defeated sob.

The hands on her rump slid away and the small two-leg's cock slipped free of her once virgin lips. She silently thanked the ancestors. The man was done with her. With luck, he'd take her away, let her go home. They got her horses, this man took her virginity. What more could they want of her?

A gentle tug on her leash urged her forward and, still crying, she stepped away from the furs and hides the man had stood on. He stopped her movement in the middle of the open dirt in front of his hut and set his hands against her chest again.

She whimpered and tried to pull away, but he grabbed her nipples and twisted. Not hard, but enough to get her hooves to stop. He leaned forward and closed his wet lips over one of her sore nipples. As he flicked his tongue over her sensitive peak, her stomach turned.

The sound of hooves caught her attention and reflex made her look over her shoulder. A painted stallion, one larger than any of the studs in her herd, was prancing toward her. One of the copper men guided him forward with a hand curled in his thick main, but he needed no further urging.

His lips curled upward and he inhaled deeply the air around him. Sundancer knew that sign. He was scenting an aroused mare. She was the aroused mare! Her head shook slowly from side to side and her eyes brimmed with tears once again. “Please no…"

The stallion dipped his nose between her tail and she felt the hot flesh of his nose press against her dripping folds. She gasped, prancing in place for a moment. Before she could think to flee, her hind legs spread wide and planted her hooves in the dirt. She felt her tail lifting to the side and her head shook with increasing vigor. “Please don't!" she pled more with her own body than her captors.

With a loud whiny, the stallion lifted himself up and dropped his weight onto her back. Sundancer's legs nearly buckled, but her knees locke din place and held her weight. Beneath her tail, she felt something large and firm prodding against her thighs. She didn't need to imagine what it was. She'd seen enough stallions mounting the mares of her herd to know exactly what was coming.

Her rapist gave another loud, victorious whiny as he pressed himself past her wet folds. She cried out and arched her back as the stallion lurched forward and speared his long horse cock into her belly. Compared to this stallion, the man was gentle.

The big beast thrust hard against her, rocking her body forward violently every time he forced every inch of his dick into her. His heavy orbs slapped against her clit, sending unwanted pleasure rushing through her shaking body.

She moaned deeply, wishing she could say it was from the pain of being stretched so wide. The horse atop her drew himself nearly all the way out of her abused body then forced every last bit of exposed meat into her without mercy. Every time, she gasped and gave a deep moan.

Flat teeth clamped onto the leather binding her arms behind her back. The stallion chewed and pulled at the rope, seeking purchase as his tip began to flare outward. Finally, he chewed through her bonds and she pulled her arms free. To what end she wasn't sure.

The stallion's flared head seated against something deep inside of her and expanded in all directions. She could feel him stretching her and she felt full. Heat rushed into her belly and her eyes clamped shut. He was filling her womb with his hot seed. Even as his length rapidly retreated out of her canal, he continued to fill her body with his fertile cum.

With a wet pop, she heard and felt her rapist fall free of her belly. More wet heat rushed down the insides of her thighs. As the stallion dismounted her, she quivered and gave another moan. Her body clenched and she expected the beast's seed to rush out of her. To her horror, she felt her body pulling it inward, nestling his thick essence deep inside.

A firm tug on the leather rope about her neck got her moving. She followed numbly through the village, unclear exactly where she was being taken. She lifted her hands, rubbing at her eyes. The more tears she brushed free, the more rushed to take their place.

Nickers and huffs filled her ears as she finally cleared her eyes. She dropped her hands slowly over her chest to rub at her sore nipples and opened her eyes. All around her, horses from her herd and others milled about, each eying her with a new interest.

Her captor reached up and untied the rope from her neck. He chuckled at her lightly and ran his hands over her flank. His hands descended, rubbing over her soft underbelly and teets. She shuddered and closed her eyes. Was he rubbing it in that she'd been raped and impregnated by himself and that paint? Or was it merely wishful thinking that guided his hands over what he hoped would soon be rounded hide stretched around his foal?

As he stood up, he said something to her she didn't understand then left. She breathed a sigh of relief as a warm nose pressed against her tan flesh just beneath her breast. She looked down at one of the fillies she had helped deliver the summer before. The young mare nosed against her belly button then stared up into her eyes. If she didn't know better, Sundancer would have thought the filly was trying to comfort her.

A heavy weight slammed down on her back and she gasped. Her legs bucked but she quickly regained her balance and locked her knees in place. She turned to look over her shoulder to see what was going on only to see the same paint on her back. His front legs dragged her back even as she tried to pull forward.

In one fluid motion, she felt him enter her again, pressing through her slick passage to relentlessly pound his heavy balls against her moist clit.

New tears rushed to her eyes and Sundancer let forth a low, mournful moan. Why was he doing this!? Couldn't he smell what she in that instant suddenly knew? She couldn't explain how, but she knew it was a moot point for him now. His seed had quickened. She was going to carry his foal. This was him asserting himself.

Again she felt his head flare outward after only a few short minutes and more of his heat rushed into her belly. She felt him dismount instantly collapsed into the dust, her knees too weak to carry her. She cried into the trodden earth until sleep took her.

When she woke up, the moon was high in the night sky and the stars twinkled high above. She was standing in the plain with her herd and the horses they had been mixed with. Many of the animals stood, still and sleeping. She felt tired, her back was sore and her chest ached. Her eyes slowly dropped to her breast and she sighed heavily. They were swollen and large. Her rapist had really hurt her, hadn't he?

She took a step forward and her back protested with a dull ache in her spine. It felt like she had been crushed beneath the weight of the stallion, like her spine would fold in half at any moment.

A weight shifted, nearly pitching her off balance. She stumbled for a moment then shook her head. It almost felt like that weight had shifted inside of her! She twisted at her junction and gasped when she saw her barrel bulging outward. She lifted a hand to her lips and stared in shock as her hide shifted and moved. She felt it before she saw it, but from the inside!

She was enormous! Bigger than most mares she had seen get! Had this happened quickly in the few hours she had slept? No, nearby, the filly that had comforted her slept, much bigger and healthier than before. The ancestors, did they take her mind away from this place to spare her the pain of being raped repeatedly by the painted stallion and her two-leg captors?

Slowly, she extended a hand backward and pressed it against the bulge of her belly. The weight shifted beneath her palm and she chewed on her lip. She had hoped she could escape in the night. But that must have been months ago. Now, there was no escaping her fate.