Emilia and The Orc Captive

[04:26] Vanara Ironbond was currently strapped to a cannon being pulled behind Emilia, as she considered the events of the last couple of days. Engaged in a war of defense, she had been hired to construct fortifications, tinker weapons, reinforce towns and the like. When she and her unit had been working on a town, the centaurs struck, and she had been forced to use her advanced steam suit to charge the cannoneers. A desperate battle ensued, but soon enough, she was dropped on the ground, her armour disabled and the Orc herself knocked out. So now, she was high and dry, shorts and tank top all that covered her grey skin. Her shorts were pretty tightly packed, and the wind would blow up just enough to get good looks of things if one wanted to. "Where we headed, hay-eater?"

[04:34] Emilia de Dominar clopped along the beaten trail as she first heard the words of the waking orc behind her. She took a glance back, the satisfied smile upon her face speaking of her capture like a prize. "Good morning, Steamer. Lost without all your little engines around to keep you occupied?" She questioned, the centaur allowing her disdain of the mechanically advanced to shine through her words. "You and your group caused a lot of trouble for me and my girls. You're very lucky that we found you knocked out, this brigade normally does not take prisoners, but we've never seen one like you... You know, a grey brute." The two were headed within the confines of a fort, one that the orcish woman would b able to recognize as more human engineering, ones that had been altered from their original forms to accommodate the equines, long ramps over the stairs the doors cut double wide into buildings, stables turned into harnesses that held some of the few non-herm females within them, tails sticking outward with the pools of whiteness collected at their hooves. Even the likes of all the steam works that once ran here, something so valuable as an auto reloading cannon had been ruined and shut down. "Welcome to Fort West Ride, captive."

[04:39] Vanara Ironbond rolls her eyes. "Ah, going straight for the orcs are brutes angle after my devices caused you so much trouble? Their government paid a lot lf money for my services. So if you think you can even try to interrogate me for valuable info, or anything else, you're very much mistaken. Unless you want to pay more for my services, just put me in the brig and stop wasting my time." She says with a sigh and a grunt, as she rolls her shoulders uselessly. "We may as well get acquainted. Vanara. Vanara Ironbond." She says with a grunt, as she stretches out and yawns, looking over at the mares and... Stirring a slight bit. Her muscles, substantial as they were, made her thick and heavy as she flexed. "You guys don't seem big on the steam works." She says, looking around for her armour to see if it was being towed.

[04:47] Emilia de Dominar rose a brow to the orcish girl behind her, "Orc?" She questioned, a tone of confusion bringing forth in the single word as she set her arms back, unlatching the harness to her cannon and letting its tongue fall to the ground in a sudden crash. She turned, looming over the girl, "I am Emilia, Emilia de Dominar. And no, of course we're not very big on the likes of engineering. We don't need such things while we have sulfur and cannon all the same." She explained pulling forth the heavy form of her compact rifle. Though the thing was only two feet in length, it was made almost entirely from metal, and held upon it a barrel that was overly sized in its thickness, holding a girth of near two inches. She pressed it against Vanara's head, having to hold it under her own arm to keep it from tipping as her other started to work and pull at the bindings that held her. Off to the side, there could be seen a centauress carrying a collection of steam gear along to a building nestled into the fort's wall, vanishing within. "You're far from any working steam, brute. Don't try anything funny, and walk in front of me."

[04:51] Vanara Ironbond spoke up. "Please, just keep the gear in storage. I can purchase it back when this war is over, and I'm released." She says, raising her hands and clasping them behind her back, seemingly working with Emilia. She stood up, brushed her back off, before she stood still, awaiting the call for her to move. "Where are we headed, Emilia?' She says courteously. "And yes, Orc, not common in these lands, but common elsewhere. Our kind is... Brutish, but I was raised by more civilized types. And what about you, Emilia?' She says, stretching out and yawning yet again. Being strapped to a cannon was tiresome, and she was feeling the ache.

[04:59] Emilia de Dominar guided the grey woman along, leading her into the confines of a rather small prison building, though the only one inside it was a common soldier centauress, sitting at a table and eating from a tin of chocolates as she read some form of scroll set out before her. The chairs in the room had been piled up in a corner, the centaurs themselves having no purpose for them. "Sounds like humans all the same." She explained, making a gesture to the soldier who then took a chair from the corner and put it down on the other side of the table she had been sitting at. The woman took up her scroll and tin, starting to walk away as she stopped by her commander, asking, "Should I bring the Kut Root or...?" Emilia allowed a shrug, pressing her gun into Vanara's back. "Strip for me, 'orc'." She said with an odd sense of distaste for the new word. "We need to see if your anatomy is anything we should be concerned with."

[05:06] Vanara Ironbond moves with a gentle sway, and she offers a respectful nod to the centaur behind the desk. Her ever, her eyes were rolled as she heard the command to strip. "Gods, it's like you think I've got a revolver shoved up my ass." She says, as she hooks her thumbs into her waistband and drops the shorts, revealing a toned ass, soft and globular, covered in grey flesh. Her back softly arched, and then she turned towards the gun, a huge shaft sat nestling, coiled like a snake. It was huge for a humanoid, certainly not for a centaur, but truly titanic. Twelve inches, and a set of orange sized balls. One could smell the fertility reek hanging off it, and oil splotches covered her body occasionally. Her chest was soon relieved of coverings, two soft mounds of grey titflesh with beautiful nipples capping it all off. "There. What else do we need to do?"

[05:13] Emilia de Dominar set her eyes down upon the cock that hung between the orc's legs, giving a nod, "We're going to need the Kut Root." She claimed, the soldier starting to trot off as she brought herself to stand on the other side of the table, that gun in her hands never resting as she motioned to the chair. "You, sit." She said, her tone dropping to adopt a commander-like voice that would be expected of one dealing with a prisoner. "You are Vanara Ironbond... Your name is certainly not on our list of priorities, but you don't see someone in a steam suit and not expect something valuable out of them, do you? I bet this is the most exposed you've been in months." The centaur's prejudice held firm about the steam works of the woman in front of her, all while she pulled out her clipboard and placed it upon the table. She wrote the orc's name, then checked the first box. "You will be put on captive duty. Everyone works here in Aargis, even the prisoners." She explained, eyes setting to her clipboard, "If you would, kindly. List your skill sets."

[05:19] Vanara Ironbond sits down, and sighs. "For fucks sakes." She says rather gruffly, before putting her hands on the desk. "I'm an Engineer, with experience in irrigation work, architecture, construction and demolition. I am also self-learned in shooting and have obvious skill sets in steam works." She says with a pained voice. Work camps meant free labour, and that didn't sit the best with her. "What's a Kut Root?" She asks curiously as she twiddled her thumbs, yawning. "And can I expect release?' She asks, starting to get less helpful as time went on. The muscled lady wanted to know whether freedom was on the cards.

[05:29] Emilia de Dominar furrowed her brow as she heard the claims, placing a series of x's along the next few boxes upon her clipboard. "Well... We don't have your steam machines here, and we don't have any construction projects, while explosives and weapon based skills are not allowed by prisoner workers so that leaves you with..." She was about to continue as the soldier walked in, a plate within her hands and a simple root placed upon it. She set it down, sliding it to the commander. She took a hold of the root, breaking it in her hand to see its yellow insides had not rotted in their journey. "This is Kut Root." She explained, placing it down upon the plate and sliding it over to Vanara. "It tastes like vanilla. You will be needing to know how it tastes to be put to work here... As for your freedom, we do run a simple system. Cooperate, and you wil be set free at the war's end. Disobey, and you will be sent to The Capital and prosecuted in a court of law, in which case only another national body can bide for your freedom via claiming you, and showing proof of citizenship." She allowed a single check upon the clipboard, eyes setting to the transformation root set before the orc. It was a rare plant grown only in the depths of Aargis, a rarely known one, and more so one that had very drastic effects. Upon ingestion, it would start to reshape the loins until there had formed a fine equine pussy. This was the root used to cure population issues in the empire, and more so turn the likes of prisoners into workable reinforcement makers.

[05:35] Vanara Ironbond looked up at the centaur, before she looked down at the plate. She was suspicious, to say the least. She took a bit up, and smelt it, touching at it and feeling the texture. She was not in fact a botanist, and couldn't know what at all it did. "Sounds fair enough for me, now can you please hurry up and end this war?" Vanara said, eating the piece in her fingers. Vanilla indeed. She picked up the rest of it, crumbling it into her mouth and swallowing it. Immediately, she lurched and fell out of her chair, shuddering and writhing. "AHH, H-H-H-HEEEELPPPPP...." She cried out, her grey hand shifting to her stomach, and then a little lower. A womb was forming, filled with eggs. It took shape, just as the cervix came into existence, further and further, as she flipped onto her stomach. Her taint looked like it burst, drizzling hot, wet horse juice, double lipped horse pussy coming into view. She quivered on the ground, shocked. "F-fuck.... What the fuck did you do to me?!"

[05:45] Emilia de Dominar remained calm as the woman had fallen from her seat, sprawled along the floor in the writhing pain of organs rearranging to accommodate the new equine womb that had formed along her body. "Made you workable." She explained, the soldier that was with her uttering a laugh as she took to the fallen orc, assisting her up from her fallen position to press her chest against the table. She allowed the clipboard down for the orc to see, showing the list of crossed out professions. On the bottom there only remained one that she was viable for, a checkmark placed next to the job title, 'Mare'. "You have nothing we need save for your body, dear. Everyone works, even the prisoners, but why would we ever let you near our guns, or let you work on steam machines we don't use, and in order to build irrigation you would need to be sent back to the capital anyway, and they're certainly not going to treat you like a person there, they don't believe in Prisoner work, just be glad my Brigade does." She explained, flipping the page on the clipboard to see a simple sheet labeled 'Mare Ranking Test' "Now, we'll see if you're a breeder, or a pleasure worker." The soldier upon the orc released her, setting off to the door that she closed behind her, guarding promptly. "For the first test, you will need to clean me as a proper Mare. Lucky you."

[05:51] Vanara Ironbond seems shaky, as she stands and then collapses again. It was a whole lot to get used to, and she was very heavily weirded out. She slowly reached down, touching at the thing below her balls. "Fuck, you liar...." She says, woozily. "I'm not letting some horse impregnate me. What does it take to become the pleasure worker kind?" She says, as she sighs and rests herself against the table. She still wasn't getting paid for this. "And get on with it and just start the test. " She says, waving her hand. Vanara was seemingly a little adjusted to these sorts of things. Take it to having a goblin mother. "How long does this thing last? " She says, before sighing. "And where's the brush to clean you?" She asks more insistently. The anger was visible, but it seemed like the businesswoman in her knew that if she cooperated she would be let free.

[05:59] Emilia de Dominar let a small laugh escape under her breath, giving a firm shake of her head, "No, you wont be cleaning my main or anything like that, no brush needed." She then brought herself back, abruptly turning in place, and backing herself up to let the melon worthy horse balls lay themselves firmly upon the table in front of the orc's face. A scent that seeped the domineering presence of churning centaur seed, the equine mass of cum factories all contained within the tightness of her over stuffed sack. The horse smelled of battle and sulfur, the scent carried by the must and the tang of sweat that could stain the back of throats be it that she drank of the intoxicating smell long enough. It had a way of making mares heat crazy, promising strong foals to all that dared take their contents. "I never lied to you, I simply did not tell you what you were getting into, dear. Now, if you want to be a Pleasure Mare I suggest you get licking. I will be judging you, and unless you can prove to me that you'd make a better ball suck than a foal maker, then I'll have to put you down as Breeder. The Brigade is runing short on troops after all."

[06:04] Vanara Ironbond shivered, and before Emilia had even finished speaking, she was onto them. Her grey hands gripped those chestnut balls, as she started licking. It was like an instant click for the Orc, the root messing with her nerves and her hormones and anything it could. She was unbearably horny, and this was her way of relieving some of it. The thump of an erection could be heard as it rapidly shot up, smacking the bottom of her table with the force of it. She took in deep sniffs, loving the smell of a musky horse sack. Her nostrils graced the taint of the horse, as she sniffed in greedily, the scent of horse sweat too much for her. Vanara's tongue ran desperately across the surface, collecting the beads and swallowing them, before she took a piece of skin in her lips and ran her tongue across it what must have been ten or fifteen times, before she stopped, sitting there and sniffing it in deep like some kind of perverted sniffer dog, her fluids leaking all over the floor with her desperate horse cunt begging to be bred.

[06:14] Emilia de Dominar jumped slightly as the orc so readily pounced upon her testis. "My! Someone wants to be a Pleasure Mare~" She claimed, offering a check mark upon her clipboard. The testis grew in a sudden heat as Emilia's own cock slid from its sheath, the massive horse rod slapping against her stomach immediately after the table hammering of the orc's own cock. The centauress wasted no time in drawing herself back, catching the girl's face as she sniffed deeply, rubbing the mare ruining orbs crossed her face to let its sweat and saliva glistening form crossed her features, leaving it stained in the intoxicating stench of virile hose seed. "Can you feel that burn deep in that new pussy of yours? Remember, that's an equine hole between your legs, it matches up perfect to the scent of centaur, doesn't it?" She asked through her mocking chuckle, lifting the orbs to let their throbbing masses expose their undersides for the new mare to suckle upon, the sweat culminating their bitter, salty droplets along the lower arc as the sight of the horsecock swinging between Emilia's legs could be perfectly gazed upon in Vanara's position, the inciting length promising the strength of a commander's foals had one simply let it burst inside them, the same way her testis were so swelled and packed with fertile swimmers they felt as if they could pop at any moment.

[06:54] Vanara Ironbond stroked the horse's balls, whimpering in need as she slowly traveled her tongue down, collecting all the ballsweat she possibly could on the way before she reached the bottom, the acrid, sticky liquid traveling down her gullet in long drags. Vanara, the grey Orc engineer, was now little more than a ball cleaner, as she started on the front. A firm hand gripped the horse shaft, and then she stuck her nose into the crook between balls and dick, sniffing, huffing and collecting the addictive scent, before she continues working on those huge melons, the wrinkled skin recieving a bath of the highest kind. Wet slaps echoed out in the room as she ground her pussy against the desk, those thick lips wetly smacking against the wood again and again, as her cock's own virile scent clashed with the stallion scent. "M-more..." She simmered, as she seemingly had cleared most of it, and now she was just cleaning the leathery, tough sheath skin.

[07:04] Emilia de Dominar allowed herself to set another check along the clipboard, giving a small nod. "Good, good. You cleaned it in adequate time to be a proper Pleasure Mare, but if you insist on more, then we can move on to the next test if you would like." She claimed, drawing her sack from the well marked woman's face. She trotted around the table, leaving the dazed and begging girl upon the table as she let her front hooves take to either side of her, Emilia's human half leaning down to press her hands into the orc's shoulders and keep her well placed against the wooden surface as her cock slid up, pressing its thickness against the new mares' balls. She let the seam of the fertile, orcish testis guide her cock right against the equine folds that even in their affinity to horse cock, still held a virgin tight fit around the commander's girth. "Now we'll do the breeder test, to see just how fertile you are." She claimed, her hips allowing a sudden buck to sink the flared tip deep enough to press against the barrier of her hymen, grinding against the only protection between the commander and those fertile depths.

[07:13] Vanara Ironbond writhed in pure pleasure as she felt the cock press up against her, and she grasped the human half of the centaur. "P-pleaseeeeeee..l.." She groaned out with the tone of somebody truly gone to lust. Her hymen was a tough barrier, but the clenching, tight passage that would await if Emilia pushed forward.... It was a truly sinful thing to consider just how good she would feel. Her cock spasmed and released a gooey load of cum onto the Orc's belly, the squidgy semen covering her grey skin as she grasped a finger in her mouth to silence her crazily addicted mind from spouting more. Those thick lips formed the perfect cup as they sucked at the cock inside them, the flare spreading out her folds so perfectly. It was like it was made for that stallion meat, and Vanara felt it too. Her cunt was filled with lubrication. It was a near perfect cunt for Emilia.

[07:23] Emilia de Dominar could only grin in satisfaction as the orc was already cumming on herself, the pleasures of being a mare so set within that her new pussy wasn't even truly penetrated and she was ready to give her load. "Such a good Mare. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to be a breeder." She claimed, though as she gave one thrust, the flared head came crashing into that hymen, splitting it without a hint of remorse or slowness about sinking herself deep inside the pussy built to accommodate the massive lengths of equine shafts. The bulge of Emilia's horsecock pressed so far into her that it almost seemed to be bulging out her stomach, right where that foal chamber lay within, the battering ram of a cock already bulging inward that muscular ring of her womb, the orc having not been a virgin for a whole hour before she was already being bred by the centauress commander. "Here, I'll make you a deal, little brute. If you can take all my load inside you, and not get pregnant, I'll let you be a Pleasure Mare. Think you could do that, Mare Slut?" She questioned, even as she knew it was a futile battle, the commander's own seed among the most virile in the brigade, laying with a freshly formed horse cunt that was already exposed to excessive amounts of pheromone and the fertility inducing amounts of Kut Root. The orcish woman was practically doomed to be a Foal mother if that seed spilled inside.

[07:35] Vanara Ironbond had a tight, warm cunt that was accepting the horse dick, opening it's gates, relaxing it's muscles. But it was all a ploy, and soon enough, she clamped down in pure instinct, making a tunnel that was immensely pleasurably agony to thrust into. It'd slowly expand with each thrust, then retract, truly creating an experience like no other. Her pussy was puffy, wet, and willing, and soon enough, the Orc was moaning. "Gods, not inside... Please, no I can't!" She moans under her breath, as she writhes, her muscles contracting tightly as she spread out on the table, her juices leaking alllllll over the desk, forming a little puddle. It was such a surreal sight to see, but soon enough she was merely quivering. "B-but okay, deal, I don't wanna be pregnant..." She says, clearly spaced out, her cunt acting on natural mare instincts. She was fertile. Her nuts were packed full of impregnation worthy seed. Her cunt took on those qualities, and her womb was begging for the gift of foals. Of life, and she's soon recieve it, hell, probably the precum could make her knocked up at this point. Her hair was wild, untamed, just like her. She needed this, despite what her conscious mind thought.

[07:46] Emilia de Dominar stroked down the orc's head like a fine pet, nodding along to the addled words of her Orc Mare. "Just one little load, just to prove you can take it. I'm confidant in you~" She cooed, her rutting starting to pick into a merciless pounding that hat her licked clean balls slamming into the orc's hind with enough force that it left red circles along where they laid their imprint stern along her ass, spanking the orc over and over again with the twin cum factories, the sperm brewing inside already quivering and wriggling within as they screamed for escape from the thick and fleshy prison of Emilia's sack. Her pre seeped into the orc's womb in globs, laying a thick coat of virile primer along her insides as they readied her to take on the massive centaur load. The Commander knew er fate was sealed the moment that hymen was parted, she was going to breed this captive into bearing her foals if it was the last thing she ever did. With her animalistic hammering against the equine cunt, the cervical ring started to accept more and more of that flared tip with each thrust landing hard enough to shove her womb deeper into her insides. Her hooves stamped themselves into the floor, her hips giving one sudden thrust that had their bodies crashing together in a lock that left her cock spearing into Vanara's womb, the battering ram of horse flesh punishing the back of her foal chamber, welling loads of pre pooling directly in her newly formed uterus, threatening to impregnate her right then and there.

[07:53] Vanara Ironbond felt the womb tighten around Emilia's cock. She was close to breeding the Orc, and the orc's body knew it. It's eggs were primed, and she was going mental with signals. Her body was abuzz with signals, messages, hormones, chemicals. Breed. Her body knew it's purpose for now, and so it prepared her at the expense of her faculties. Her body went limp except for that grasping, suckling cunt, jiggled by each thrust into her, as her muscled, thick flesh moved with every single moment. Her cervix sucked and milked the cock, as she felt the flare bloom inside her. Her stomach was pushed up in the shape of the dick, as the Orc drooled onto the floor, her hair in messy cummy clumps as she felt her bosoms ripen and prepare for the coming kids, so she merely kept going as long as she was able. "sstooppoommjn" was merely inaudible warbling from a barely registered part of her brain.

[08:08] Emilia de Dominar stamped her cock into hilting against her one last time before her testis clung against her base, the orc able to feel the sudden activity in her sack through their hard press against her ass. Her balls twitched and through them could be felt the squirming of the centaur's huge, aggressive sperm knowing of their impending freedom. The first blast of foal making spunk emptied into her, filling what space her already overstuffed womb could provide, the next bulging it, every load further growing her belly until the pressure became so great that it shot back out from their connection in globs. Where as any other seed would shoot in ropes, Emilia's was almost unable to, her cream so thick that as it welled around Vanara's newly broke in horse cunt it only fell to the ground in blobs of seed, the audible smacking of the stone floor against the heavy loads filling the room. Inside, the boiling seed was wasting no time looking for her eggs. It wasn't a question of if the new mare was pregnant, it was a question of how many as the swimmers inside sowed their genetics into her womb, enough that a normal mare would be left bloated and ruined by the addition of three new foals growing within her. The seed couldn't stop until the commander's balls were finally satisfied with their offering, the pungent scent of breeder filling the room with enough power that it felt as if it could impregnate the weaker willed with smell alone. "Carry on my legacy, you little Mare Slut!" She demanded, fingers running through her hair and shoving her face against the table as her pussy was made into a helpless breeding ground for Emilia's sperm, leaving the newly made mare with at least twins.

[08:13] Vanara Ironbond merely writhed as her pussy was so full up of cum, and then she slid off of the cock. Panting, and then finally falling asleep. It was a truly beautiful sight, her creampied pussy, leaking huge, visible centaur sperm. Vanara was covered in sweat, and her cock was limp. Her body had given it it's all, and now she merely laid there, shallowly breathing. Vanara could handle no more.

[08:17] Emilia de Dominar stared down at her bred mare, glancing fown to her clipboard and allowing a check to cross off as she marked Vanara down as 'Breeder'. Satisfied, the girl slid free from her cock with a sudden pop, leaving the gape of her equine pussy wide for all to see. She reached down and took a hold of the unconscious orc, dragging her over to the prison cells and setting her down upon the bed within, as hoisted high in the air to make sure as much of that seed remained inside as she could manage. "Welcome to The Brigade~" She cooed, patting the vessel that would carry her new batch of foals upon the head. With a lock of the cell, she clopped free from the prison, carrying on her day until it would be time to visit her newest Mare once again.