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Today was the day Archer was finally going to capture his own centaur to train. It was a tradition in his village; every boy had to become a man on his 18th birthday by capturing a centaur colt. The colt would then be trained throughout his years, before being old enough to be ridden into battle. Every male in the village had gotten to be a part of adult male society through this, and Archer was no exception. He was excited for this birthday, longing for many years to be able to own his own centaur. When he was much younger, his friends and he would play for hours pretending to be mighty warriors on the backs of centaurs. He chuckled as he remembered many a time than they ended up with scrapes and bruises for playing much too rough.

Earlier this morning Archer had been prepared for his goal through the various rituals his village performed for the rites of passage. Two others had the same birthday as him, but all three of them had to go their separate ways to ensure they wouldn't cheat. Capturing a colt was no easy matter. The task was known to be easy to fail, and those who couldn't do it were put alongside the women-not to say they got the easier jobs, just that they wouldn't be a part of the fighting. Archer wasn't afraid, though. He had been training all his life for this moment, being a part of anything that would prepare him even further.

Presently, Archer was searching through the forest for anything to come by. So far, there had been nothing. Nevertheless, Archer pushed on, determined to prove his manhood. Suddenly, there was a rustling to his right. He readied his rope, the “weapon" (really only used to incapacitate) of his choice, and crept silently to where the sound was coming from. It was vaguely familiar, and Archer began to smirk as he realized this would finally be his chance.

In a sudden, jolting movement, the thing hidden in the bushes leapt out in front of Archer. It was definitely a colt! This was his chance! The colt reared its legs as Archer threw the rope in an arc before it grabbed hold around the neck of the colt. It began struggling fiercely. Archer knew this was probably the hardest part. Tugging to strongly could kill the colt by breaking its neck. Tugging too softly could allow it to escape. Since Archer had practiced for years for this moment, he knew exactly how hard to tug it.

The struggle between both the warrior and the centaur eventually tapered off until the colt was incredibly tired and Archer was getting sick of fighting. He full-on tackled it, sending them both tumbling to the ground. He struggled with its hooves and arms; a man strong enough to fight head to head with a centaur itself-he was a promising young warrior. The colt began to slow down, its energy rapidly fading away until he could no longer fight back. Archer panted. He may be strong, but he didn't have infinite energy. However, he needed to get to work on the next phase.

He took the rest of the rope from his pack and tied them around the colt's hooves and arms. He then rose and proceeded to tie the other ends of them to the surrounding trees. The colt started struggling again. Archer sighed and double-checked the knots to make sure they would work. Satisfied, he began to strip from his clothes.

After becoming fully nude, he checked the colt out. The human half was tan, and looked incredibly strong as well. He had flowing black hair that had fallen under his torso. The horse half, which was currently facing up, was dark ad well. It was evident to Archer that that part was very strong as well. But something else caught his eye, something that made him groan in exasperation: the colt was in heat. This was not part of the plan; he wanted to be able to brag about riding a colt when it wasn't in the mood at all for sex. Something of that caliber was worthy of pride in his village. He shook his head and accepted that he wouldn't be able to win everything.

Satisfied that the colt was secure, Archer knelt down between the horse legs and grabbed the thick cock in his hands. It immediately became harder. He brought his lips to the head and began licking the tip. Precum started spurting out almost immediately. It tasted fairly decent, as the older warriors said it would. The colt shivered and stopped struggling. Archer, pleased with himself, started wrapping his lips around the head of the cock. Obviously he couldn't take much of it, but preparing as much of it as he could would be helpful later on. When the head was nice and wet, he moved on to the areas further down.

He moved his mouth along the length of the shaft slurping around as much as he could. His goal was to get it as nice and wet as he was able to. Salivating was very useful to achieve that goal. It didn't taste too bad, either, making Archer smile a bit and even start to get a hard-on himself. The colt was starting to writhe now, moaning in pleasure the more Archer pleased him. It was a sight that made Archer eager for more.

Getting up from between the colt's legs, Archer straddled the horse belly. He looked behind him and measured the dick in comparison to his ass. He knew it would be a daunting task, but the 'ceremony' required the man to take the horse cock all the way up his ass. Archer grit his teeth to brace for the pain. He got up a bit to place the dick underneath his asshole, and began to slide it in.

It was exactly as painful as other men said it would be. Archer groaned, the head really stretching him wide. He pushed down as hard as he could, his current aim to get just the head in. With a loud squelching noise, he finally succeeded. That was, apparently, the hardest part. Now it was something he was much better prepared for.

He brought his hands and legs up into the air to let gravity do its work. It was really painful, and Archer had to bite his tongue from screaming out. The cock kept pushing in and in. He thought he would never reach the base. The colt moaned and started to buck his hips, helping Archer with his quest. While he was thankful, he was in too much pain to really pay attention to it. Finally, after what seemed like hours of slow falling, he hit the colt's pelvis. He grinded his hips, trying to adjust to the pain. He didn't need to full-on ride the colt. In fact, it was basically expected of one to not to. No, he needed to widen his hole as far as he could for the next part.

He shifted again, feeling the horse balls that were behind him beginning to tense up. He knew the colt was going to cum, but he wasn't worried. That was expected for this first part. The colt bucked his hips again. Archer grimaced, but managed through the pain. He and the colt were practically panting at the same time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and lifted up just a little before going back down. This got exactly the reaction he needed. The colt moaned loudly, his balls riding up as his seed began pouring deep into Archer's body. It was warm, and a nice break from all the uncomfortableness Archer was experiencing. The colt kept cumming and cumming, the seed eventually beginning to flow out of Archer's ass. After a moment's hesitation, Archer did what he needed to and scooped up as much cum as he could. He began lapping it up.

It was a lot better than the precum. Archer thirsted for more. He eagerly lapped up as much as possible as the colt's orgasm began to die down. Hating that the first part was nearly over, Archer pulled up licked up as much cum as he could from the colt's crotch. Then, he took his knife out of his pocket and cut the ropes. The colt slowly got up, his legs wobbling as he was still coming down from the high of orgasm. He wouldn't have much time to get ready again, though.

Archer got underneath the colt, once more grinding his ass against the cock. It was almost instantly hard again. With how Archer had already prepared himself by 'riding' the cock beforehand, it wasn't as bad as the colt immediately pushed into his ass. Archer did cry out though, as the colt began ramming into him fast and hard. The pain soon became pleasure. Archer moaned. His cock got hard again, his prostate being hit hard many times. The orgasm he had was nearly forced, but not less pleasurable for him. Soon after, the clenching of his ass brought the colt to orgasm as well, more seed flooding into Archer's belly, which one would be able to notice seeing the slight bulge of his stomach.

While he did enjoy his ass being pounded a little, he still wanted more of that delicious cum. The centaur's orgasm wasn't nearly finished, and he pulled him out, turning his head around to get faceful after faceful of the cum. The closed his eyes in bliss, opening his mouth for that sweet nectar he enjoyed so much. With how much he had been pleasured, and how much he pleasured the horse, he knew that he had been successful in making the colt his. He relaxed underneath the cock. His goal was achieved, so right now he would sit back and relax in the bath of delicious cum.