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“Vanguard! Pflug! Ochs! Zwerchau! Now back! Rearguard; rotate forward! Eisenport! Zucken!”
Stephanie watched as the boys assembled in the barracks courtyard snapped to obey her directions, throwing themselves in pairs at the knights serving as their sparring partners.
The same scene played out across each battle; one boy pushed ahead, then countered a blow before fading back and letting their partner take the lead, only for the pattern to repeat and reverse - each attack alternating to press their numbers advantage and keep the enemy on the back foot.
Nevertheless, youthful eagerness and the prospect of standing out was evidently still too strong a temptation for the children of noble houses…
Wasters slid in shaky grips and sweaty palms. Knees wobbled as the muscles holding them upright begged for rest. Sweat soaked into dirty shirts, and dripped down into eyes that squinted with the effort of staying open.
The boys had worn themselves out within the first dozen minutes of training, trying to defeat their trainers quickly, and they were paying the price now, almost hours later; try as they might, not a single attack struck home anymore, and more than one young buck lost his footing and stumbled back after throwing a little too much into a parried strike, or went sprawling after overcommitting and being sidestepped.
“Focus! Don’t let yourself be drawn into overextending! Grind your opponent down with attrition! Rotate! Langenort, advance and pressure! Rearguard, Zornhut! Rotate! Hau!”
Half a dozen boys threw wild overheads toward the backs of their instructors. Two-thirds saw their attack eat empty air. Another did the same and then had a boot come down on the flat of his waster’s blade. The next simply fell backwards, the leaden weight of the training sword in his hands overwhelming his exhausted body and slipping out of his hands as his back crashed into the dust.
The centaur grimaced, closing her eyes and resisting the urge to put her face in her hands.
“Halt!” Stephanie thumped her spear against the ground to punctuate the order, and at once the boys stepped away from their sparring partners while the knights shifted to rest against the training yard’s fence, or stabbed their wasters’ tips into the dirt to lean against that. The only one who didn’t was busy helping his squire up off the ground, dusting him off once he was back on his feet.
Stephanie didn’t feel anywhere near as compassionate right this minute.
She trotted forward, the tip of her lance pointing down as she took stock of the class up close. Most were sweaty and breathing hard. A few shot her irritated looks as they blinked away the salt dripping into their eyes, while others waited for some penalty or other to fall on their heads for underperforming, like how it was when these lessons were simple, one-on-one affairs. A few boys didn’t even raise their heads, too tired to do more than sag in place.
“Who here wants to rest?”
No one responded.
“Let me be clear; if you do not speak up now, I will work you until nightfall like I intended to. Now again, who here is ready to rest?”
Nearly every hand raised. Two only stayed up for a scant moment or two before aching muscles yanked them back down.
Stephanie pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a dismayed breath.
“Right… training is over for today. Everyone head to the baths and take a hot soak. Anyone still aching by dinner, see Sister Adaline and have yourself looked over.” She paused as she noticed a pair of the bigger lads in the back bumping into each other and whispering between themselves, then cleared her throat to get their attention back on her, tail flicking and ears flattening back against her skull as she scowled. “And I remind you all that I release you to rest. If I find anyone roughhousing in the barracks later, I will personally drill them myself, until midnight. Am I clear?”
A disorganized chorus of childish voices muttered in the affirmative.
Good enough. “Dismissed!”
She watched as the boys dispersed with a stern, no-nonsense scowl still fixed on her face, and it was only when the last one had left to rest and recuperate that she let the facade crack slightly, shutting her eyes and exhaling wearily as her shoulders sagged.
Every day like this that passed, the closer she was to an early grave…
She knew her stress wasn’t the boys’ fault, and she didn’t blame them for it; they were still only just starting out, and if anything, she had to give the boys credit for taking to the footwork so quickly. Even the ones who were lagging behind were only struggling to learn as much as she was to teach, and frankly? She was just grateful they were well-raised enough to keep their venting limited to griping and dirty looks when they thought she wasn’t looking, instead of violence or vandalism.
The Captain of the Crownsguard just… simply didn’t enjoy babysitting, nor did she have the time or energy to spare for it.
Nevertheless, the king had decided his personal guard ought to be held to a higher standard of training than the traditional apprenticeship-style approach most knights preferred, and - being the Captain - it naturally fell to Stephanie to play instructor until they could find someone better-suited to the role. Someone who could iron out all the kinks in the new method and beat all the bad habits the previous generation was passing onto the next out of the trainees.
Having to handle all that on top of her regular duties was going to turn her hair white-
But ever loyal, the House von Kohleberg would endure…
“Cheer up, Captain.” One of the knights she had selected to help train the next generation interrupted her thoughts, sidling up alongside the centaur while the others went about stowing the training yard’s gear for tomorrow. “Once we’ve got everything ironed out and gotten past the growing pains, the boys’ll be brawling with the best of us, and we’ll be churning out fresh fighters in record time.”
Stephanie resisted the urge to snort as she turned to trot away, slowing her pace so the old dog could keep up. “And I don’t suppose you’d be willing to take over as chief instructor to claim that achievement for yourself, would you, Sir Ector?” She dryly asked her old master.
The Crownsguard’s former Captain threw his head back and barked out a rough laugh. “When did I ever make a lesson easier for you just because you asked?” He chuckled. “No, they’re your headache, little Filly. I intend to enjoy my twilight years in quiet semi-retirement, not chase after little sprats dreaming of becoming the Princess’ own knight in shining armor.”
“Hmph!” A little of the tension drained from Stephanie’s shoulders, and a wry smirk tugged at her lips as the two of them stopped at the barracks’ gates. “Incorrigible as always, master.” She huffed, pulling her helmet off and shaking out the waves of rust-red locks she’d kept trapped underneath it. Lord, that was better…
“I could say the same.” Ector retorted with a grin that bordered on lecherous, leaning on his waster like a cane. “Off to work off a little ‘tension’ again?”
Stephanie’s cheeks colored. “I told you about that in confidence…”
Ector just rolled his eyes. “Oh, off with you, girl!” He scoffed, shooing her off already. “I didn’t tell anyone when I first caught you at it as a filly, I’m not about to tell anyone now that you’re Captain! Just don’t embarrass the Crownsguard - and more importantly, me - while you’re out, and it’ll stay our little secret! Can’t have the Captain keeling over of a burst vein just because she doesn’t look for her peace of mind at the bottom of an ale stein…”
The centaur allowed herself a small, grateful smile, and she handed the Captain’s helm she inherited from Ector back to him with a nod. “Thank you, master. I appreciate it.” She mumbled, tail already flicking and one of her hindlegs pawing restlessly at the ground as the chance to indulge herself drew nearer…
Hopefully, she could also keep from slipping out of her sheath on the way there. Exciting as the shamefulness of being seen like that was, she had the reputation of the people she represented to think about, too.
And besides - sexy or not, it was still a mortifying thought.
Ector took the helmet and tucked it under his arm before jerking his head out, towards the rest of the city. “Go on now. I’ll tell them you’re out on patrol.” That lecher’s grin peeked out from under his bushy, graying mustache again. “I expect a thank-you once you’re back…” He rumbled meaningfully.
A thrilled little shiver ran through Stephanie’s frame, and she fought to keep her expression from melting into submissive anticipation where her other knights could see. Where her reputation was at risk of being tarnished. “Y-yes, Master…” She mumbled, loading the title with a very different sentiment.
Ector turned to go, but not before giving the needy filly a quick, casual swat on the rear that pulled a strangled yelp from her lips.
Blushing so deep her cheeks matched her hair, Stephanie trotted away, tail swishing from side-to-side just enough that someone looking close might have noticed a thick, juicy donut of a pucker behind it, winking greedily and oozing a slimy little trail of cum down her taint and toward her fat, apple-sized nuts.
***
There was a running bet among the Crownsguard’s members as to what Captain von Kohleberg actually did to unwind.
It wasn’t particularly large or very organized at first - just a small wager between two veterans on patrol, made to pass the time - but as more and more of the Crownsguard’s ranks realized just how little they knew about the Captain’s private life, the list of participants and the number of theories slowly began to grow…
They knew she didn’t drink, but maybe she liked to smoke? Sprigganleaf was enjoying a certain popularity among merchants and the more free-spirited nobles - and it would go some way toward explaining why she always visited the lower city to destress, since it was contraband in the upper districts. Three knights had staked four guilders on the possibility.
Others contended she was actually visiting the woodlands surrounding the city, hunting game and wild monsters. She was a centaur, after all, and it was a known fact they preferred running and hunting through the wilderness over sitting and resting behind human walls. The seven who put eight and a half guilders behind the idea pointed to how the Captain always returned sweaty, and smelling of beasts as proof.
On and on the theories went…
Maybe she simply ran to let off steam and enjoy herself, like a horse would? Four knights thought so, and put five guilders on the chance.
Perhaps she kept pets away from the barracks, and that’s why she always smelled so much like animals whenever she returned? Six, betting eleven guilders.
Even a few of the younger knights who looked up to her since they were squires got in on things! For them, the only possible explanation was that she was cloistering herself to pray. Each goading the others on, they pointed to the heroism of such a respected family, and Stephanie’s own devotion to the code of chivalry as all the evidence needed for them to put a whole thirty guilders behind their answer.
How disappointed they would be, to find out what their noble, faultless Captain was actually up to…
***
Stephanie had done an alright job, keeping herself presentable and under control as she cantered through the city’s upper districts; despite the anticipation setting her pulse racing and the sinful thoughts swimming through her head, she managed to keep her expression neutral, her gait even, and - by some miracle - her dick in its sheath as she trotted past the countless gaggles of nobles, servants, and her own men on patrol.
When she reached the lower city, though?
Once she was far enough away from the estates and boutiques - far enough that she could finally smell the lower city - Stephanie’s composure melted away like damp sugar, and her free hand flew to cover her nose just a second too late to stop the smell hitting her like a solid wall.
The stink of it-!
The hot, sweaty, filthy reek of so many bodies - man and beast alike - crammed so close together behind the walls practically crawled its way down Stephanie’s throat, and a shiver of something primal ran through her frame as-
As a quiet, needy groan slipped from her lips, and two feet of hard, bobbing horsecock slid out of her sheath to smack insistently against her belly.
The Crownsguard Captain flushed a deep, bright red when she realized what had just happened, and she shifted her stance to hide her hard-on from view as best she could.
To think, her body’s reaction to the smell of common beasts had become so powerful, and came so naturally now that little more than a whiff set her instincts into a breeding frenzy…
How utterly shameful for a knight…
Good thing that Stephanie left knighthood back at the barracks then, because until she finally satisfied this achingly empty feeling slowly spreading throughout her guts, there was no chance of her dick calming down, and heading back to the barracks at full mast was out of the question.
So, with her head held high and her cheeks burning, the Crownsguard’s Captain went on her way like nothing was out of the ordinary, praying that either no one noticed the loud, wet ‘SMACK’ her cock made against her belly every few steps she took, or that no one recognized her as one of the upper city’s most well-known and well-respected figures…
SMACK!
The crowd parted to let her pass, most too busy and too accustomed to being around beasts of burden to notice the horny centaur in their midst, or else too distracted by meeting such a celebrated hero to notice the musky, needy smell of a mare in heat wafting off of her…
SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK!
Stephanie’s heart skipped a beat each time someone stopped her, but not one of them seemed to register the state she was in.
She was glad, but it was also mortifying in its own way. Having to hold a conversation with the city’s people when they might catch sight of her dick wagging under her belly at any moment - all while acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, to keep them from getting suspicious and looking any closer - was a special kind of humiliation.
Maybe she should look into buying a caparison…
SMACK!
Stephanie shuddered, and she bit back a moan mid-sentence. Maybe not… Degrading as it was to admit, putting herself on display like this was also kind of exciting…
In the state she was in, the most self-control and discipline she could muster was to cut the conversation short and move on toward her destination.
Lord Above, she could smell it already…
Finally making her way out of the city itself and into the open fields and roads that hemmed it in, Stephanie sped up into a purposeful trot and beelined it away from the outer walls - toward the shabby little stable set up on the roadside, where travelers left their horses before they went into town.
Stephanie passed the fenced-in little field they had just beside it as she came closer, and one of the stallions resting there raised his head as she came by. She saw his nostrils flare, and then he snorted and shook his head as a meaty, stinking dick just a little smaller than hers slid out of his sheath, pointing at her like he was threatening her with it-
Or offering her a turn with it…
Stephanie’s heart skipped a beat as the breeze carried his musk towards her and into her lungs, but she just swallowed and walked on. Much as she wanted to just hop the fence and let every stud have a turn with her, she had to stay strong; just a few more steps, and she could finally have some privacy to indulge…
And besides - she only had so much time before she would be needed back at the barracks. This one would just have to wait for another visit, when her schedule wasn’t so busy.
Squaring her shoulders and doing her best to look like she belonged, Stephanie trotted up toward the gates and rapped a gauntleted fist against the stained, dirty wood - just like she always did - and waited.
A second later, they swung open, and Stephanie’s legs nearly buckled. If the smells in the lower city and the fields outside were strong, the stink confined in here threatened to bowl her over; leather, sweat, and musk - a concentrated wave of deep, earthy, salty scents crashed into her, and the centaur flinched back as she fought down a gasp of excitement.
She nearly came a little, right then and there-
But business came first; just a little longer, Stephanie…
A heavyset man old enough to be her father stepped out, wiping his hands on his smock, and when he looked up and realized who he was greeting, he broke out into a broad grin of recognition. “Milady! So glad to see you’re doing well!”
Stephanie’s human half only gave him a small, terse nod, even while one of her hindlegs pawed at the ground in anticipation at the sight of him, making her prick wobble obscenely. “Oskar…” She murmured.
The stablemaster’s smile shifted, turning knowing. “The usual service, Milady?”
“Yes…”
Oskar nodded and stepped aside to let the centaur in, accepting a handful of coins into his outstretched hand and Stephanie’s lance into the crook of his arm as she headed past him.
Stephanie - already pent up and very, very ready to get started - didn’t even wait for him to close the stable gates before she started fiddling with the straps of her armor. “Is your drafthorse here today?” She asked, tossing both her gauntlets onto a hay bale before shucking her breastplate and letting out a husky, relieved little sigh as the weight lifted from her shoulders - and as the cool metal brushed her stiff, leaky nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Kaiser? Oh, he is! We’re giving him water out in the field.” The stablemaster nodded as he stepped in to take the armor from her, tucking it under an arm while laying his free hand against her flank and stroking the centaur’s fur. “Shall I fetch him for you after we’re finished, Milady?”
Stephanie made no sign she noticed - simply rolling her shirt up over her head before bundling it up and tossing it aside - but there was no denying the way her ‘pussy’ winked as Oskar slowly trailed his touch toward her rear, pulling back until he was cupping her horse-half’s thick, firm assflesh and greedily sinking his digits into it until his fingertips were teasing Stephanie’s asshole.
Emboldened by the reaction, Oskar went as far as scooping up the last, sticky dregs of jizz oozing out of the slutty shemare’s hole onto the crook of his finger before smearing it all along the rim of her pucker, glazing it with the leftovers from the last time Stephanie let herself be mounted and making her squirm as he waited for an answer.
“Ngh…” Stephanie chewed her lip and stamped her hoof, her shitpipe fighting to suck Oskar’s teasing fingers in with how hungry it was for a stud to fill her up already. “Yes, please…” She practically panted out, reaching up to pinch, flick, and tweak her nipples until pale, creamy streams of milk were rolling down her chest.
“Very good.” Oskar grinned, making Stephanie mewl in dismay when his hand released her ass and pulled away from her asspussy. “Let’s get you ready for him, shall we?” He said, looping a rough length of cord around her neck as a makeshift lead and guiding her into following with a gentle tug.
The centaur simply bobbed her head in a docile little nod, letting her hands fall back to her sides and trailing along behind him like a dog on a leash.
He led her over to her usual stall before tying her to the post and turning back to her. “Alright, you know what to do.” Oskar said in a gruff rumble, finally dropping the titles and honorifics as he reached over to heft and cup Stephanie’s heavy tittymeat.
Livestock didn’t need any of that, after all.
“M-mhmm…” Stephanie didn’t stop to think before obeying the stablemaster; before he was even finished talking, she was already lowering her head so Oskar could slip her blinkers on. Slipping her arms behind her so he could tie her hands behind her back, and opening her mouth - letting her tongue loll out and a droplet of her saliva gather at the tip - to accept the bit he jammed between her teeth.
Even with it forcing her mouth closed and pinning her tongue to the bottom of her mouth though, it didn’t stop her from squealing and bucking slightly when Oskar’s rough, callused fingers clamped down on her nipple and pulled like he was trying to yank it off her; well-trained and obedient as the shemare was, she couldn’t stop her back from arching out or her dick from wasting a thick, juicy rope of mare-jizz straight into the stall’s straw bedding when she was surprised like that!
“Naughty…” Oskar snorted, smirking indulgently up at Stephanie as he rolled the pebbly little nub between his fingers before leaning in to kiss it and lap up a little of her cream while she whimpered and drooled around her gag. “You’re lucky you pay well. I’d make you lick that up, otherwise.”
“M-mmph…” Lord, the things she let men like him and Ector put her through - in the state Stephanie was in now, she probably would have if he told her to…
The lead around the centaur’s neck tugged at her again, pulling Stephanie out of her fantasies. “Chest out.” Oskar ordered her, though Stephanie was already moving to obey before he finished speaking, arching her back to present her fat, weighty tits to the stablemaster and even lifting a leg like a showpony trying to impress.
“Good girl.”
The praise sent a submissive, habit-forming shiver down her spine - and then her whole body as Oskar grabbed her boob and squeezed.
Stephanie squeaked into her bit, and it was all she could do to keep her legs from buckling out from under her as he mauled her chest, kneading and gripping her breast tight enough to sink his fingers into her skin as he pinched his fingers around the rock-hard little peak of her nipple and pulled, tugging over and over until he finally coaxed a thick, steady stream of creamy-white milk into the empty bucket he was holding under her.
Stephanie’s shoulders shook, and drool ran down the corners of her mouth while her eyes rolled up from the sheer, depraved joy of being treated like the common animal she was at heart - but Oskar just hummed along as he milked the mare for every drop he could wring out of her, paying no mind at all to the way she was melting like putty in his hands.
“Good production today… not surprising, considering how long ago your last visit was.” He chuckled, giving the swollen little bud he was abusing so thoroughly a gentle little brush with his thumb as he let go to give it a quick break. Stephanie slurred out a soft moan at such a gentle touch, and she mourned a little when it disappeared… but not enough to keep from squealing - first in pain and surprise, then in pleasure - as Oskar grabbed the other one and squashed it in his grip, yanking hard and draining the other side into his bucket without so much as a warning.
Stephanie took all the abuse without complaining. Her legs wobbled, and she went stiff and shot more loads into the floor each time Oskar switched teats or leaned in to scrape her sore, aching nipples with his teeth, but she didn’t complain.
In fact… bruised and battered as she was getting, and as rough as Oskar’s thick, brutish paws were with her, it wasn’t enough to satisfy the Crownsguard Captain’s depraved, masochistic needs.
Stephanie groaned, drooling freely around her bit as her asshole twitched, greedy and eager to be filled again…
She needed to get fucked- to be reduced to the beast in heat that she really was and bred.
Oskar noticed the change in her right away. It was hard not to, the way she was huffing and pawing at the bedding with such an antsy look on her face.
“Don’t be so impatient, I’m nearly finished…” He chuckled, wiping up the last few drops of Stephanie’s creamy milk where it was beading on her nipple with his thumb before licking it off and setting his now-full pail off to one side. “There; all tapped out. Ready for the next part, little Filly?” He asked teasingly, rumbling the pet name he and Ector had given Stephanie when she was still just a squire in her ear, and relishing the way it made her shiver as the memories of all the other times she heard it spun through her mind.
“Mm-mhmmph…” She curled her tongue around her bit and gulped down the saliva pooling in her mouth, not even pretending to hold onto her dignity anymore.
“Good girl.”
A sharp swat landed against her flank and she flinched, her puffy, well-trained fuckhole winking eagerly as it waited to be filled and her dick bobbed and drooled more pre onto the floor.
Then Stephanie’s ears swiveled, turning to follow the sound of Oskar’s heavy boots as he walked away and left her alone in the barn while he went to fetch Kaiser - and have the milk he teased out of her teats bottled, the bucket he took with him sloshing noisily with every step.
Stephanie exhaled and flicked her tail, feeling her heart settling now that she had a moment to breathe.
More time passed. Her dick sagged under its own weight, and her nipples pebbled as the milk and slobber left to soak on her chest grew chilly…
She turned her head one way, and then the next. With the blinkers on, she was basically blind, and the only things she could use to make out the scene around her were sound and smell - unfortunately for her, all her ears could make out was the steady ‘dripdripdrip’ of shemare baby batter dripping from the flared tip of her prick, and her nose was too overwhelmed by the monstrous studstink trapped there with her by the stables’ walls.
It was taking Oskar so long…
Part of her wondered if he was taking his time on purpose and letting her stew in the humiliation of being hitched in her stall like a common beast of burden-
Or, she worried…
Or if he planned to finally expose her, and left her in such a compromised state to make sure no one could possibly make the mistake of respecting her ever again.
The idea chilled the blood in Stephanie’s veins, and she pawed the ground nervously as the impulse to bolt rose in her chest, even as her cock throbbed and thickened with every second she spent picturing what would happen to her afterward.
Her family would disown her.
‘SMACK!’ Stephanie grunted and gulped a mouthful of saliva down, fresh rivulets of drool running down her chin as her shaft slapped against her belly.
Her knighthood would be forfeit.
The centaur made a soft noise, panting through her nose while her tail flicked back and forth, her shitpipe’s puffed-up, broken entrance winking eagerly.
She’d be left in that stall, grunting and moaning and weeping for the rest of her life as male after male lined up to mount her and sink their hard, merciless dicks into the insatiable breeding mount Stephanie called her ass-
Just like she always fantasized about.
Stephanie groaned, saliva frothing around her bit, and she jerked her hips forward to thump her cock against her underside again as she gave up on the idea of escaping such a filthy fate altogether.
Thick, virile stallion-semen spattered into her fur as her dick hit her belly, and the centaur mewled before thrusting forward again, smacking her hefty horsemeat against her tummy to jerk herself off as best she could with her hands bound and without anyone there to help her, making her tits bounce and caking her underbelly with her own jizz while she tried - and largely failed - to tide her need for cock over in a pathetic display of centaur shemare heat.
It didn’t matter if anyone saw, only that she could finally empty her full, aching balls - if throwing her status and reputation away was what it took to finally get fucked the way she needed, then so be it!
Lucky her, she wouldn’t have to go that far.
Her ears swiveled back as the gate leading out to the fields creaked open, and she heard a deep, heavy huff from something big as Oskar chuckled. “Couldn’t wait any longer for us, then? I figured you’d have learned a little patience while you played at being a person, little Filly.”
“Mmph…!” Stephanie didn’t bother feeling ashamed at the stablemaster’s teasing - how could she, when he had caught her in the middle of playing with herself and fantasizing about becoming trapped here and being turned into a free-use horse-whore for any man or beast that felt like rutting her hole?
No, she didn’t bother. Instead, she shifted as much as she could in the confines of the stall to point her ass towards Oskar’s voice and shook her hips while raising her tail to show off her fat, twitching stressball nuts and winking hole.
She heard a heavy, snorting breath behind her - Kaiser greedily sucking down lungfuls of her scent and letting it feed his hard-on - and her own shecock bounced in anticipation as Oskar laughed. “It seems Kaiser was as eager to see you again as you were him…”
“Mmph…!” Stephanie’s hindleg pawed the bedding in response, her tail flicking impatiently and fanning her scent straight into her stud’s nose and making him grunt in sympathetic excitement.
“So very eager…” She could hear the stablemaster’s lecherous, mocking grin in his voice as he led Kaiser into the stall behind her, the sound of his hand stroking his cock getting louder as they approached. “Don’t worry, little Filly, you don’t have to wait any longer.”
Oskar’s palm cracked against her flank, and Stephanie nearly creamed herself. “Go on, boy!”
Nearly a ton of heavy, riled-up stud crashed into Stephanie from behind the very next second, and the centaur gasped in surprise as she staggered forward, her legs nearly buckled under them both.
Kaiser didn’t seem to notice how much the centaur was struggling under his bulk - or if he did, he didn’t care, because his attention was on something much more important-
Namely, spearing Stephanie’s ass on his hard, horse-whore breaking monstercock.
SCHLOP!
The centaur’s back arched, and a deep, whorish moan ripped its way out of her throat as Kaiser sank home into her well-trained pucker, slamming into her prostate and crushing out a rope of jizz before Stephanie’s mind had even registered he was inside of her-
Her body was better practiced.
The moment Kaiser’s flare kissed her donut and hilted that juicy buttbreaker in her guts, the knight’s asshole clamped down like a vice-grip, practically sucking her stallionstud deeper and massaging his shaft, trying to goad him into rutting into her with everything he had to finally satisfy the slutty centaur’s anal-fucking mania - without once letting the stallion pull out so far that his cock wasn’t making contact with Stephanie’s broken, overdeveloped lovebutton.
Slick and stretched-out as the centaur’s asspussy had gotten over years and years of buttfucking after anal-train after ass-raping, it had become a better-trained fuckhole than any pussy for miles around, and even if the lights upstairs had gone out, there was no way a horny buttslut mare like Stephanie was letting go of a cock this big before she was done with it!
Kaiser didn’t mind.
SCHLOPSCHPOPSCHLOPSCHUP!
He whinnied and thrust into Stephanie like he was trying to break her - just like Oskar taught him to.
He buried his meaty, veiny horsedick even deeper into her colon and ground into her pucker, churning the cum already planted in her guts into a frothy, sloppy mess before jerking his hips back and setting the pace of Stephanie’s anal destruction properly, pistoning in and out of her broken asshole like a machine, hammering into her from behind and letting his fat, overstuffed studsack swing into hers from behind with every thrust.
Even the Captain’s veteran fuckhole was pushed to its limits, fighting to get a grip on the titanic workhorse’s monstercock and bring it under control. As punishment for trying, Kaiser shifted his stance and rammed himself home, grinding every brutal, merciless inch of his cock back and forth against Stephanie’s poor, abused cumbutton with every pump of his hips and every harsh, hole-claiming thrust into the depths of her gut.
A buttslut like Stephanie never stood a chance against a trained marebreaker like this.
She screamed herself raw, thrashing against the rope around her neck and nearly breaking her way out of the stall as she writhed on Kaiser’s cock, legs wobbling under her more and more as the massive stud fucked her brains out, crushing her prostate under his battering ram dick while her fat cock throbbed under her belly and sprayed the stall’s bedding down with her cum like a hose.
Her brains were frying. Every part of her screamed, aching from exhaustion, bruising, or both- and her masochism-broken body, instead of fighting to try and save her from the pathetic, humiliating fate of dying on a dumb animal’s cock, urged her to throw her ass back and take even more.
Suffer more.
Breed more.
Stephanie got what she wanted.
Knocked off-balance by his shemare breeding mount suddenly pushing back into him, Kaiser lost his footing, fell forward-
And slammed his entire weight into Stephanie’s prostate, cock-first.
SCHL-POP!
Stephanie couldn’t even scream. Her mouth hung open in a silent, breathless gasp of agony - and then ecstasy - as the hot, stabbing pain of having her cumbutton crushed bloomed through her belly, spreading between her legs as her cock went crazy. It bounced and bobbed under her, twitching like it was fighting tooth and nail to stay hard as her balls emptied themselves all over the ground, wasting the last trace of sperm she’d ever make trying to impregnate the straw.
And to destroy any final hopes of recovery - Kaiser shifted, scooting back up along Stephanie’s back to nuzzle her back, and hilted himself again.
“G-gnfph…!” Stephanie choked out a sob, her now-broken cock wilting as it drooled out the last of her cum, swinging limply back and forth while Kaiser - deadset on painting his horse-whore’s anal walls white - started rutting into her ass again, harder and harder until even a workhorse like him was panting with the effort.
SCHLOPSCHLOPSCHUPSCHOPSCHMACK!
Every drop of his hips against her ass set Stephanie’s frame shuddering with the impact. It was like he was trying to fuck her to pieces, and all the centaur could do was mewl, drooling like an idiot as she stood there and took it now that her busted cumbutton had robbed all the strength from her and left her weak and defenseless.
SCHWOPSCHPLATSCHLOPSCHLOP!
She was nothing but a pussy for him- for any male that wanted her.
SCHLUPSCHUPPLUPSCHLOPSCHOP!
And nothing satisfied the dick-hungry buttslut more.
Kaiser snorted, letting out a shaky nicker and thrusting his marebreaking shaft as deep into Stephanie’s vice-grip buttcunt as it would go before his balls tightened up, and Stephanie let out a soft, breathless whine of her own - ears flicking as her synapses fired and misfired - when she felt the flood of Kaiser’s foal-batter unload in her guts, filling her up so much that it started to leak out around the seal her pucker made and dripped down along her balls before dripping to the ground and joining the puddle of cum she had already made.
Grunting quietly, Kaiser leaned forward and clamped his teeth down around the centaur’s shoulder, marking her - even if she covered it up under her armor or let it fade over time - as nothing more than an animal’s cocktoy, now and forever.
“M-mmph…” Stephanie didn’t stop him, her now-soft cock bobbing slightly at the dull ache his jaws left behind.
Soft, but still unsheathed - turned on, but unable to get it up ever again. She’d never have to worry about people seeing her hard in public again.
Exactly as a mare in heat like her should be…
Stephanie felt like her legs would fold out from under her as Kaiser began pulling out, shuffling back off of her until his flared cocktip plopped out of her ass with wet, vulgar sucking noise that made her backdoor twitch even as it began drooling his load out. Somehow though, she managed to stay standing, though she sagged against the stall’s walls as she took in deep, ragged breaths and did her best to recover before her body failed her altogether and she collapsed into the sticky, stinking mess pooling under her hooves.
And then, still blinded by the blinkers, Stephanie squeaked as she felt a rough, familiar hand grope her chest, cupping the soft, silky flesh before pinching her nipple and tugging gently, coaxing out a thin stream of milk.
“Well… he really went at you, didn’t he, little Filly?” Oskar chuckled, idly flicking his fingertip back and forth along the perky little bud as it hardened.
“Mmph…!” Stephanie tossed her head, too sensitive to bear being toyed with any further - but far too tired to do anything about it.
Mercifully, Oskar’s hand didn’t linger at her chest. It trailed down along her human half’s tight, toned belly, her hip if she were human, and then along the flank of her horse half-
Before finally settling on her asscheek, spreading her apart and thumbing the rim of her backdoor to inspect the damage while a low, throaty groan left Stephanie’s chest, coaxed out by such a casual, thoughtless violation of her body.
“Not hard enough if your pussy’s still this hungry though… “ Oskar continued, poking the tip of his thumb into her ruined pucker, watching the way it worked to grip the digit even after being cratered so viciously.
“Mmph…” Stephanie mumbled as her ears angled back, listening to the soft, deep breaths the stablemaster made as he palmed his cock and worked his hand up and down his shaft.
“What do you think? Had enough, little Filly?” He asked, now kneading the centaur’s butt as he pushed his thumb in and out of her hole, fully aware what answer she was going to give him.
Stephanie said nothing, and simply raised her tail for more.
“Good girl.” Oskar purred, kissing the tip of his hard, beefy prick against the slutty pony’s pucker before sinking it into her.
***
Stephanie had slipped right back into the role of Captain von Kohleberg of the Crownsguard the very next day, with not a hair out of place or any sign of the abuse she’d been put through in sight - and after her little trip to the lower city had given her a chance to unwind, she was back in fighting shape and ready to commit to her duties again.
Her normal duties, at least.
Overseeing the Crownsguard’s monthly supplies, directing her knights’ drills and patrols, and managing the city’s defenses were all well within her abilities- child’s play, really, now that she was on form again.
But-
“Vom tag! Hau! Then ochs! No, again!”
One of the squires stumbled as he tried to follow her directions, and then swore when he hit the dirt. His partner was too tired to laugh - and might not have even if he wasn’t, seeing as it was his old master they had been paired with.
Stephanie sighed in dismay. Precious little progress from yesterday, and already a good half of the boys were ready to give in.
So was she, honestly, but somebody had to have a little discipline; if she let them go every time they got a little sweaty, they’d never become full-fledged knights!
She might have been a pervert, but Stephanie was still protector of the city, and Captain of the king’s own knights - she wasn’t about to let her own personal wants and needs take priority over her duties! Even if it meant she’d have to put up with feeling riled up and antsy in-between opportunities to visit the lower city and destress!
Pity that Sir Ector was on patrol duty now though; playing babysitter was really eating into her ‘personal’ time…
Although…
Stephanie looked one of the older squires over as he pulled his sword up into a plow guard; not a man just yet, but he was a bigger lad - and judging by the grayish tint of his skin and the tusks peeking out from his lips, he had a bit of orcish raider somewhere in the bloodline.
Infamous rapists, and ones rumored to assault livestock when there weren’t any human victims available.
Stephanie chewed her lip, her heart beating faster as her limp, tamed marecock slid free of her sheath and her puffy, hungry pucker twitched behind her tail-
Could he keep a secret?