Emilia and The Boy Mare

[13:36] Emilia de Dominar pats the little taur's head. "So we're at a test to see if you're appropriate for being a soldier in our little centaur camp. Should I begin?"

[13:38] April Pastors giggles as his hair is ruffled, bunching his hands up into little fists. "Ready and willing, Ma'am, what do I need to do?"

[13:43] Emilia de Dominar stared down at the little centaur before her. He had come of age and surpassed seasoning, but now was assigned to Emilia's brigade, and she had yet to see a proper use out of him. Today was his last chance to be assigned as a soldier among his peers, and take ranks as a real fighter in the brigade. Even simple cannon pullers were good enough to be praised in the military... And he had failed the tests that put him as anything else, but Emilia hadn't told him that quite yet. With her clipboard full of Xs, she pointed to a light cannon with its harness all ready to be taken up. "Harness yourself into that, and drag it to the front gate." She explained, something that most centaurs could do with ease, but she had doubts of the little one as she sized up his form.

[13:56] April Pastors rushes to complete her command, stumbling a little as he does "Right away, Ma'am" he answers in the affirmative. Dropping to all four knees to position himself for the harness, he struggles somewhat because of his diminutive frame, even considering the diminished weight of the lighter model. Once securely bound he gets to his hooves and presses forward, and at a remarkable pace too, if he were actually moving. His hooves chip tufts of grass out of the ground as he labors with the weight of the cannon but it only budges about an inch or two. After a particularly exerting attempt, he doubles his efforts suddenly, as if hoping to catch the cannon 'offguard'; but only exceeds in tripping over his shoes and grazing his knees. "W-wait, I can do it!" he reassures you before giving it another go. He cannot.

[14:04] Emilia de Dominar rose a brow while watching the little centaur try and drag the cannon to no avail. She was pulling this model when she was but a half grown. "I don't think cannonry is the right position for you, April." She claimed, writing another X upon the clipboard. She looked over all the position on the list, every one of them having been failed, and with it there was only one box left empty on the list, and that was Mare. She trotted her way up to the dainty equine, pulling free the harness upon his back and shoving the cannon back from his body. "Well... I haven't been very honest with you so far." She admitted, tapping her pen upon the board as she turned it around to let him look at the row of denied positions. "We've ran out of other places we can put you, April. The only place you seem to fit is... Well, right in with all the Mares."

[14:10] April Pastors looked dumbfounded at the clipboard, he knew he hadn't done well by any means but he figured there would at least be ONE role he was good at besides... well... that. "Please Ma'am, let me try again! I'm sure I could get maintenance if I just practiced some more!" he protested; a statement that was highly likely to be false as being around the musk of all the other cadets had made his fingers shake too much to fill bullets or tighten bolts. The beginnings of tears pooled beneath his amber eyes but he stubbornly sniffed them back, desperate to obscure the weakness that came to him so easily. He cleared his throat with a shallow, little cough and spoke in an only somewhat shaky voice "Is there really nothing else you think I could do? W-what if I'm not even good enough for the Mares..." he whispered, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

[14:20] Emilia de Dominar shook her head, reaching down to pat upon the smaller centaur's shoulder. "We already have the maintenance team filled. All the empty positions were taken up while we tested you for other roles. I couldn't get you in if I tried." She explained, though lets her brows furrow at the thought of him failing the mare test. "Nobody fails The Mares. I trust that you'll make it, you just have to get properly studded and wrung with fertility roots, and you'll be carrying twins in no time." She took her pen and clipboard back to her saddlebag and offered a small smile to the newly instated mare. "Now go ahead and strip yourself, you're already old enough to be on the front lines, and if we don't get you to fill a position by the end of the day, they're going to put you on those last chance squads. Now get ready for your Mare Test. I'll be your stud."

[14:29] April Pastors's vague expression of hope slowly dwindled with every word she uttered until it drained from his face, replaced with a reserved and solemn acceptance and... perhaps a hint of desire? Resigning himself to his new life, he breaths a sad little sigh as the fastenings for the cannon he failed to heft fell to the ground aside his flank with a soft little clink. Clearly fixating on what was to come, his ears reddened considerably and as he slipped off his roughspun tunic and turned around, that slavering mare cunt wedged so tightly between his legs gave a glistening wink. His knees wobbled a little beneath him when it did, so he clearly felt it, though whether that was a wave of hormones washing over him or simply the creeping, emboldening scent of Emilia's sheath on its own was anyone's guess.

[14:40] Emilia de Dominar pressed her hand to his back, guiding him along until he came to press up against one of the pines situated around the training grounds. She didn't need to rise much to press her horse half over him, letting herself rest upon his hind as her own length started to slide out from its sheath. The girthy mas of equine cock slapped against the underside of April's own, the domineering length cradling and dwarfing that it pressed against, its pheromone laced scent drifting around them. "This should be easy for you. I've never had a mare leave me without a coal in her. The scent alone is almost enough to make little things like you ovulate." She explained, drawing her broad tip back to mash against the tightness of that winking pussy, prodding against it with the dangerously virile rod that would make a mother out of the new mare. "Just try not to collapse, and it'll all come naturally, I was sure you were born to be a mare from the beginning." The heated pre was already leaking against his folds as she gave a sudden buck, the lips of his cunt spreading wide as she speared him upon thre mighty shaft of his commander, though only head deep and already stretching so wide.

[15:11] April Pastors the half-boy centaur loosed an entirely womanly moan as she roughly breached his lips, her thickly rimmed flare slipping inside his sopping walls. Despite how eagerly his shimmering slit had lathered itself at the slightest whiff of her powerful aroma, the boy was monstrously tight; perhaps due to his extra equipment taking up so much real estate in the tiny boy. His entrance grips her like a vice, and for a moment even holds her there, unable to yield any further because of how tense he was. While his cunt was certainly taking the intrusion well, its owner was an entirely different story, his back legs buckled instantly the moment she slipped inside him; the further she got the more unsteadily they trembled. At first it had been a little degrading, but now he was thankful for the tree, his pale, slender digits going red at the knuckle from how hard he was gripping the rough bark. Had someone told her now that mere seconds ago he'd cried at the thought of becoming a broodmare, she'd likely have laughed because now that Emilia was gradually lathering his insides with her pre-cum, his back was arched, his teeth were buried firmly in his bottom lip and all he seemed capable of saying was a low, guttural growl that sounded suspiciously like "Morrrrre~♥"

[15:23] Emilia de Dominar let a laugh rise in her voice as she heard the moaning boy, stroking down his head. "Oh look at you. You're taking it so well, even if you're no breeding Mare, maybe you'll end out as a pleasure one. Someone like you deserves to be stuffed full all day with that attitude!" She declared, her hips locking tight and pressing forward with a force hard enough to part those struggling muscles. Resistance was a thing of the past as she started to shape that tight passage into the shape of her throbbing mass, the bulge formed along his underside showing prominently as she slammed against his cervical ring, drawing herself back to punish its tightness over and over again with pounding thrusts that had the flared tip dimpling its inward enough to spurt hot, thick pre into the mare's confines. Her head let itself down, rubbing her face against his cheek as she indulged in the breaking in of the brigade's newest breeder. "Beg for your commander's foals~" She cooed, her hands reaching under the tree bound chest to take the flatness of his chest, his boyish nipples trapped between her fingers as she tweaked and stimulated them to no end. "She wants to knock you up sh hard you'll never wash off that stud scent of hers."

[15:36] April Pastors gasps breathlessly when his recently virgin pussy finally gives way all at once, her tremendous length boring him out until that delicious flare was knocking insistently at the door to his womb. His luxurious ebony tail, brushed-smooth and impeccable just moments ago, now bunched up against Emilia's rock-hard physique; long black hairs tangled into a musky thicket and frayed with sweat. His neck arched backward instinctively as her cheek brushed against his, the almost tender gesture contrasting so delightfully with the Commander's domineering attitude and fevered, flank-shaking thrusts. His lips part, a string of saliva suspended between them and he begins to speak "Puhleaaase Ma'am, fuh-fill me uOhhhmygodd!-" he's cut off as you begin punishing the tender little nibs capping those flat, boyish breasts; clearly a particularly sensitive area for him. Raising his head he tries again "Please fill me up with your seed! I want to be so swollen with your young I can't moooooove!~" his voice takes on a sudden rise as you hilt yourself inside him.

[15:49] Emilia de Dominar brought herself to his ear, taking its rim into her lips and nipping along its hot shell with her own breath labored into a light pant that had her breath cascading along his naked body. "That's right, you're my little mare now. Let the cock that deflowered you turn you into a perfect broodmare for her seed~" The cooing voice fell hotly along his ears, her mouth tracing to his own where he locked tight into a kiss. Her tongue pressed into the confines of his lips, taking that orifice as her own as she let her tongue explore every inch of him, pressing it against his own in a fight for dominance that she would never let the little centaur win. Her fingers gave a sudden twist to the punished nipples, her hips stamping into him with a buck that had their testis slamming into one another, his own being forced to feel the larger equines' own boiling with the heated seed that brewed and squirmed inside that sack, screaming to be freed right into that whorish womb, the ravaging cock making that hole fit in perfect tightness her own cock that battered his prostate with every thrust laying a smack of that flared head to the sensitive organ. "Cum for your commander. Let her know just how much you love being her Mare~"

[16:04] April Pastors mewed like a newborn kitten the moment she softly sank her teeth into his ear, feeling the heat of her breath gliding over ever individual bump of his skin in his hypersensitive state. His expression was one of utmost depravity, tongue lolling over his bottom teeth, eyes rolling up into his skull, exalting the branches above and the clear blue sky as his vision focused in and out. As soon as her lips met his, however, it changed entirely. Like winter bursting into spring all at once, adoration bloomed across his features, turning his lust-drunk gaze into one of pure and sadly, probably unrequited love. What exact combination of 'never being shown any affection before an hour ago', 'the veritable ocean of endorphins crashing through his system', and 'Emilia's scent driving him into season at that very moment' caused such an attraction, is unclear and probably indeterminable. But somewhere in his thrashing, animal mind this feeling blossomed, and as his stud's sack thwacked against his own one last time, he cried in sheer, unequivocal bliss. The Emilia-shaped bulge in his belly throbbed visibly through his skin as his own, paltry little 25incher blew buckets of spewing, silvery spunk with the pressure of a firehose against their rutting tree. His was considerably thinner than the volatile baby-batter incubating in his new mate's hefty sack, and quickly pooled in the grass beneath their feet.

[16:21] Emilia de Dominar set her hips into a sudden crashing of their hips that had Emilia beginning to quiver upon the edge, her cock swelling nearly an inch thicker as the loads bent up inside her started to fight for their freedom. She punched against that womb, the sound of a satisfied laugh escaping her lips as she heard the slapping of his seed against the ground, whispering into his ears. "That's a good boy. Empty out those little mare balls and take all your stud's load like a proper foal maker." With that, her shaft speared itself once more into his stretched hole, her testis pulling tight against her body as the blasts of seed started to shoot right through that spread cervical ring, decorating his insides in a wash of genetics so powerful and domineering that she was certain that swimmers were ravaging his ovum right now. The millions upon billions of swimmers shoved into his pussy sought out his eggs, demanding they make a mother out of April as they took to every egg sacrificed to the virile ocean, wasting no time in fertilizing them to settle along the lining of his womb. She pumped and pumped, so much horse spunk pressed into that used hole that it started to bellow out from around their connection in globs that clung to his shaft as in was forced from that tight suck. The underside of April's balls were completely covered in Emilia's seed, the shaft getting the same as the glue-like sperm traveled along from its river-like leaking to mask whatever weak scent that he possessed before in the strong mark of a stud upon a properly bred mare masked his loins in her own pheromone. "There we go, all nice and full of your commanders' foals~" She said through a panting grin, the fresh mare laden with at least twins at this rate.

[16:37] April Pastors utterly collapsed, all four legs spread-eagled beneath him as her hefty weight withdrew from him, leaving him a good couple kilos heavier simply from the thick, visibly wriggling horse-jizz that remained inside him. Shimmering, wet rivers trickle down his thighs as a torrent of mare-cum seeps from his battered box, staining the short hairs all down his legs. Remarkably, he still seemed capable and even willing to speak, parting his soft, girlish lips to murmur "Thhhh-tha-tha-thank you, C-commanderrr~" he manages, slurring his words as if drunk, his eyes still crossed comically toward the tip of his nose.

[16:45] Emilia de Dominar pulled free from the freshly seeded mare's hole with a pop. She took the clipboard once more into her arms. She gazed down upon April and nodded, satisfied and approving. "Looks like you fill The Mare Position just fine, April. I knew you had it in you." She claimed, placing a single check mark upon the professions list, the only qualified job listing under mare, as it would stay for the rest of his military career. She shoved her board away, leaving the bred centaur to lay among their mixed seed. "Welcome to The Brigade." She said simply, ruffling his hair. Soon the other mares would be about to pick him up and clean him off, in the mean time The Commander trotted off to file the new filled position.