Equine Encounter

Equine Encounter
Tags: Fantasy, Beastiality, Dubcon, fCentaurXmHorse, comedy

Anastasia loved her work. She received weird looks when she first approached others to take on guild tasks, or when she told them that she was a member of ‘the Guild’, and could help them get into difficult places, unnoticed. But they learn quickly, when plundering tombs and dungeons in the revered lands of the Leaflord, a centaur is exactly the kind of rogue you need.

She walked slow between overgrown stones that marked the second layer of the temple ruins. With silent hooves, she found just the right places to step in the mix of dense soil and fallen branches. There were forestkith goblins nearby, and she knew that one wrong step would draw them to her location.

This was the problem with the temple of many-branches. It seemed beautiful, open, it wasn’t like any dungeon most adventurers were used to. Still, goblins had managed to infest it, ransack it, and now made it dangerous to anyone too stupid to keep their voice down and their gait slow.

A break in the branches brought the sun straight to her eyes, and Anastasia brought her cloak up to guard herself. The days were getting longer. If she was back home, it would be the time of year for frolicking, games in the fields, and romance. She grinned despite herself.

The crunch of leaves shook her away from idle dreams. Her long ears perked up, and she stood with one leg ready to run.

She waited, looked left and then right, and then saw a large rabbit break into the clearing. Anastasia relaxed, then took a soft chunk out of the dirt with her hoof. This second part of the temple was clear, she could return to her party.

She made her way over, and was greeted by an unpleasant sight.

“Hello, Beautiful Anastasia!”

It was Sir Darius, riding his ‘trusty steed’.

“Sir Darius,” Anastasia said as she slowed to a jog, “Where are the others?”

Darius gave the side of his horse a pat, and grinned a wide smile at her.

“Sir Glory and I are all the help you’ll need, lass.”

Anastasia had nothing against humans, most of the time. She had nothing against humans riding horses, it was a beautiful relationship that served both beasts quite well. It was how Darius talked to his horse that disturbed her, as if the horse was as perverted as him.

“The section ahead has goblins,” Anastasia said as she pulled her cloak close. If she was far away, in the centaur glades, she would run around in nothing but a brassiere. With someone like Darius around, she kept her cloak on, and wore a caparison.

“Just goblins?” Darius said as he leaned forward and brushed the head of his mount, “Then we made the right call, Sir Glory and I will clear this section of scum, and then we can make camp until the others arrive.”

Anastasia opened her mouth to speak, but Darius sat up and drove Sir Glory forward. The horse whinnied, and then they charged forward into the ruins.

All of her work, traps marked, camps timed, death holes disarmed, all so Darius could charge in head first, and cause a commotion. What if she had missed some small detail, or made a mistake? It would lead to him and his horse being slaughtered.

Not the worst outcome. Still, she had her pride. She was a skilled guild member, she had rank for Skerrit’s sake. Still, she was forced to work with a man as simple as any beast.

She crossed her arms, and let her head droop. In a place like this, she could rest her eyes while Darius finished his mindless slaughter.

Anastasia missed Liandry, and Morello. At least the sorceress had a good head on her shoulders, and Morello had the brains to form a proper plan. All around, Morello was twice the man Darius was, based on many factors if her eye was any judge.

If only Morello was a centaur, with that strong jaw of his, and that brave air he kept around him, she could imagine a day in the woods with him. Him nipping at her neck, his hands on her flank. It would be a dream. He would make quite the stallion, she would give him children to be proud of, and she would count each foaling as an honor. It made her flank hot just thinking about it, an embarrassing heat she knew no human would understand, but sometimes she wished they would. If only to give her a chance that Morello would realize what she thought of him.

She woke up with a start. No wonder she was having such strange dreams, she had to pee.

Anastasia heard Darius laugh. She looked over, and saw the knight, stripped of his armor, feeding Sir Glory.

“Yeah,” He said to the horse, “but then we wouldn’t have had the pleasure of trampling him.”

Obviously she missed part of the greater one-sided conversation. She kept her ears up, but looked away as if she hadn’t woken. She wouldn’t stir conversation with him if she didn’t have to.

“Oh yeah?” Sir Darius said as Sir Glory took a loud bite of an apple, “One half for me, and the other for you, huh? I bet you would like that deal.”

It took her a moment to figure out what he meant, and then her face went red. Right behind her, they were talking about her like she was some meat for them to pass around. It was lewd, and unbecoming of a knight.

“Her assets ain’t the problem, lad, I just think I would get bored.”

Sir Glory snorted, and Sir Darius laughed as if he had heard a good joke.

“I bet she cries out as loud as both combined.”

It was Anastasia’s turn to snort, and she stamped in place as she tried to contain her rage. Between her aching bladder, and the idiotic comments from Darius, she couldn’t stand still any longer. So she circled in place, and turned toward him.

“Ah, the sneaky mare is up,” Darius whispered, underestimating her hearing like most humans, “we should’ve snuck you a peek while we had the chance.”

She walked over to the pair, trying to show her discontent with expressions alone.

“I see you’ve finished your assault,” She said as she walked up, “Am I free to explore the next section?”

Sir Glory neighed, and Darius put a hand on the horse and smiled.

“They retreated to an encampment, we’ll have to continue tomorrow,” He replied, “Then you can do whatever it is you do between opening doors and chests.”

Sir Glory huffed, and Darius shook his head, “Rude to talk like that to their face, buddy.”

Anastasia lifted a brow, but didn’t say anything. When it came to humans, especially dangerous ones like Darius, it was better to leave them with their delusions. According to the tribe chief back home, it was because they craved a connection to the world around them, and they went insane trying to rekindle what they lost long ago.

She thought Darius was just a crazy asshole.

Sir Glory tried to step toward her, and Anastasia took a step back. Darius held the horse in place, but the damage was done. Anastasia was sure that stallion was looking at her funny. It wouldn’t be the first time a random horse got interested in her equine parts. They were easy to keep away though, if you kept your sense of civility around you.

“Well then,” She said as she turned to leave, “I’m going to patrol, and then rest before tomorrow. You’ll make camp here?”

Darius wasn’t looking her in the eyes, “Feel free to join us.”

“No thank you,”

She left to go to the edge of the temple, the forest trees and stream there would give her a place to relax and get clean. At this point she could barely manage a trot, and she felt a little grimey.

She found the running water, barely enough to cover her ankle.  A few trees dotted the area, and she walked up and touched the bark of one. The trees in the ancient forest were beautiful, they reminded her of the trees back home. Even though no one tended to them, the spirit in them was strong all by itself, and they held themselves in place against goblin invasion and human raiding.

Again her mind turned to romance. She couldn’t help it when she had such a beautiful forest around her. She thought of galloping among the falling leaves, cuddling with a strong man, and more.

She was at her limit, she pulled up her caparison and released her bladder. It came in quick bursts, and Anastasia shivered with relief. It was hard to stand still, and the forest was filled with the sounds of her.

Then she heard another sound, other hoof-falls. She turned, and saw Sir Glory not more than a few feet from her. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to contain herself. If Sir Darius was around, she would never live this down. Like that time he stepped in something she left behind in a bugbear lair.

Anastasia looked left, and then right, but saw no sign of the knight. Sir Glory was alone, and coming closer. She tried to shift away from him, but she was in the middle of something. No matter how much she wanted away from the animal, she finished emptying her bladder.

Sir Glory snout touched her flank, and Anastasia got nervous. She knew what the horse would think. What she didn’t know was how to fight him off without injuring her ally’s steed.

“Just go,” Anastasia said, her hands against the tree, “If you’re smart enough to understand even the most basic commands, shoo.”

Sir Glory nipped at her back, and she yelped in surprise. But at once there was another feeling she wanted to ignore. Her womanly places had not had any attention in some time. Maybe her equine flank had some mind of its own, at least that thought spared her the embarrassing alternative. No matter the explanation, she could feel herself growing moist, fluttering at Sir Glory’s attention.

The stallion sniffed at her rear, and she moved to the side to avoid the attention.

“Come on, in your dreams, beast,” Anastasia huffed.

Sir Glory nipped at her again, and she tried to bat him away with a hand. He followed close behind her, moving out of easy reach of her upper body.

Short of stabbing the horse, she was running out of options that didn’t include running through the temple with her caparison around her waist. It seemed ridiculous to her that one moment of inattention could lead to this situation, or worse, that her body was reacting so pleasantly to a beast she was cursing not long ago.

She was a grown centaur, she had self control.

Anastasia thought she heard something in the forest, and turned to look. She was still worried this was the doing of Darius, especially considering the whispers from earlier. He couldn’t see her with her womanhood open to the wind, her nipples tightening against her cloak, her face rose red.

There was something moving around, trying to remain silent, and hidden, it had to be him.

Then she felt the weight of Sir Glory on her hindquarters. She gasped, and tried to move. It was too late, he was as heavy as one would expect, and she already felt his instinctual arousal slapping beneath her. It was long, hot, bestial.

“No,” She cried out, “Down, you idiot. Are you so easy to fool?”

There was no stopping him now, even if her body wasn’t shuddering in anticipation. He positioned himself, and Anastasia had to position herself there on the tree, awaiting his arrival.

“Be done with it then,” She said, quieter. She watched for the invader she was looking for earlier. A stallion wasn’t exactly a loving partner, he would be done in seconds, and that would be the end of it.

Still, she closed her eyes and relaxed. When his tip touched her, she tried to distance herself from what was happening. She was being dominated, like some common breeding mare. He found purchase, and pushed his length deep into her. As it touched far within her, her muscles in her arms tightened, her face squeezed in concentration. It was so hot, so long, and his small bucking motions brought waves of pleasure through her body.

She heard the noise again, which shook her concentration. Nothing, she couldn’t see a thing in the nighttime treeline.

Anastasia gasped as Sir Glory picked up speed. It wasn’t the deep pumping she had heard about from humans, it was simple, but it worked due to his sheer size. She squeezed her fists as he nipped at her, and snorted. Her whole mind was curled in, she wanted nothing but to feel his release, that beautiful pulse that ended such a grand connection.

But he didn’t finish as fast as she thought, and instead he continued on. She would have questioned it, if her body wasn’t aflame with a growing ecstasy. Her whole body relaxed, only her strong legs holding her up at all, his length shoving deeper, rubbing against every pleasurable contour of her body, making her breasts tighten and wobble with his every motion.

“Please,” She whispered, “do it, please.”

Even with just him, it was a mortifying request. She needed it, wanted to feel him explode.

Sir Glory snorted, and then Anastasia felt the first burst of his seed. She stifled a moan. Then another burst, and another, and each one rattled Anastasia’s last wall of propriety. Her groan escaped her lips, and turned into a base wail that shook the forest around her. He continued to fill her until she felt she was overflowing with the thick liquids, then pulled free. As if the incident never happened, Sir Glory trotted back into the temple.

When she was alone, Anastasia stayed against the tree, huffing and puffing. Then she heard the hidden person again. She looked, and saw the form of a rabbit burst from the branches of a bush. Anastasia groaned, felt her body shiver one final time, and then passed out standing there.

The next morning, Anastasia cleaned up in the stream and returned to the camp. Instead of Darius and Sir Glory, the camp had several mercenaries, being ordered around by Morello and Liandry.

“There she is,” Morello said, leading Liandry over.

“Where is Sir Darius?” Anastasia asked, feeling a nervous sweep spread through her.

“Gone,” Liandry said with a shrug of her heavy bosom, “You’re welcome.”

“Welcome?”

“Yeah,” Morello said with a smile, “ we found this ring they were looking for when we were in that little village, Fallhaven.”

“So they ran off,” Liandry added, “A personal quest.”

“They?” Anastasia said, her voice cracking as her mind worked.

“Didn’t you tell her?” Liandry said with a friendly glare at Morello.

“I thought I did,” Morello said with a hand on his chin, “They are going to remove the curse on Sir Glory.”

Anastasia’s mind locked, and all she could do was fake a smile, and nod, “O-oh yeah?”

Morello walked away, but Liandry moved in closer and whispered to Anastasia, “I hear the guy was hung like a horse. Of course, that’s what got him cursed in the first place.”

Liandry shrugged and started to walk away, “But after spending a few years as a horse, I bet he’s changed.”

Anastasia whispered, “I doubt that.”