Husbands of the Centaur Mares

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Book One

This story contains consensual erotica between centaur women, a non-anthro Dire wolf, a minotaur and a non-anthro stallion.

All characters are sentient and enthusiastically and verbally consenting to sex in this story. All content in this story is fictional and fantasy, and also intended to be taken as such.

"The time has come."

Brushing her hair back from her shoulders, loose for once even though Nikano usually wore it tied, the centaur woman grinned and set her shoulders back, muscled and tattooed, her skin depicting battle scars in ink and the marks of battles that she'd won yet taken marks from over the course of the years. Her dark bay coat gleamed in the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the pine trees but there was more yet to come as her companions, Alcaris and Calelle stood beside her, the centaur women anticipating the fate of their night, although it was all something that they had, very eagerly, been awaiting.

The forest twittered soothingly in the encroach of darkness, night stealing upon them, yet none of the trio could be afraid - not even the higher class Alcaris with her pale gold coat of a palomino equine, her hair falling in a straight waterfall of blonde down to her slender shoulders. Her body was a curious mixture of thick yet slender, giving the impression of slimness despite the meat to her hind end, resting a back leg as her tail swished, a pure white gleaming in the last rays of the day. She stood out in stark contrast to the more openly and tantalisingly curvaceous Calelle, though she had barely quelled her rambunctious nature in the gesture of something new, her white hide spotted with black in the typical markings of a feral appaloosa equine - if one had been so crass to call her such, of course. Her wispy tail flicked, struck through with black, grey and white, and she brushed her short-cropped hair back with the flat of one hand, a smirk on her lips as her eyes danced. She was the one of them that, perhaps, expected the most in the dawning of their lives, even if they would not all be played out together.

Stomping and flicking their tails, the tension drew taut within them, a cord waiting to be released. Yet for what?

"Are you ready?"

Of course, it would be Nikano to lead the way, digging a black hoof into the loam and kicking up dirt in her excitement. All the warrior-centaur knew was battle and leading the way and yet there was something more to her that even she was yet to discover. That would all come in due course, however, as she laughed recklessly and reared, flinging out her arms as if in raw

"You warrior types are all the same," Alcaris snorted as she shuffled by, picking up her hooves daintily, her nose always seeming upturned, a line of tension running down her haunches. "You want to barge in, take it all, you know nothing of style and finesse!"

Maybe Alcaris had a point there, being the only one of the trio to be wearing clothing in a dress that draped over her hindquarters and hid her intimate parts from view, although the others were not so shy about it. Calelle rolled her eyes and shook her backside where Alcaris could not see her, letting her flesh jiggle and her udders swing, heavy and dropping with the need to breed: an inherently centaur infliction that she was not at all concerned about. On the other hand...it made her want to find her mate and fuck him all the more to know that her body was so primed and ready for him, ready to go, ready to breed until she could walk no more.

"They're waiting for us," Calelle said, interjecting through the tension with a fidgety anxiety that betrayed her keen anticipation, her tail shivering as if it could not quite bear to pin itself down into its usual place over her equine teardrop of a sex. "Come on... There'll be other times for your squabbles now!"

Yes, Calelle may have been more moderate than the extremes of the other two but her demeanour of being a little rough around the edges, her tail and coat sticking up a little more raggedly than that of the others, would serve her well. The centaurs were as alike as they were different but that would all come to pass as they broke into a light trot as if following some hidden signal, heading for the meeting stones. For it was there that they would find the ones that they had been waiting for through their maturity and experimentation, the ones that they would spend the rest of their lives with.

The thing was, with centaurs, that their mates were not actually centaurs...

Squealing, Calelle kicked up her heels and whooped, the wind wisping through her hair as the others gave chase. But there was nothing like the plunge of hooves through the undergrowth, carving her own path between the trees, her sex pulsing and twitching. Oh, she could feel it all and, oh, how she wanted it! She'd had so many males in the tribe and beyond already but none had come close to what she needed, that driving length pounding her, filling her, over and over again. Her marehood winked in raw need and her stride quickening into a ragged canter, thrusting her onwards to her destiny.

Alcaris, of course, was next behind, letting Nikano tail the rear, watching them carefully and protecting them as a warrior was apt to do. With her golden hair streaming behind, Alcaris carried herself with such a sense of pride and nobility that it was a wonder indeed to find her out in the wilds, although some knew, those close to her, just how badly her need clawed at her soul - like a wildcat intent only on ripping into her hide. It snarled and tore into her in the dark of the night and, well, it was only in the pursuit of kink that her sex lust was satisfied, her brutally kinky mind demanding more and more, obsessed with the nuances of being freaky, pushing the limits and going further with each and every liaison. She'd scared off most of the stallion centaurs in the tribe too but her time could not have come too soon or too late, just exactly when she needed it to, breasts heaving as she flowed forward beautifully, seeking out her passion.

They did not have far to go and the beasts that awaited them at the meeting stones, rising tall in a clearing tipped with edges of crimson from the setting sun, knew that they were coming. The inherent magic strumming through the forest would not have allowed them to pass by and Calelle gasped, hands flying to her mouth even as she skidded to a halt, sinking back on her haunches as her skinny tail dragged through the dirt and her sex winked all the way up into kinky overdrive.

Barely able to control her body, the spotted centaur whinnied and rocked her hindquarters back and forth, her massive hind end vibrating with raw need, for the creatures that stood before them were so very glorious, even if only one could be hers. Oh, would the others share? Would they let them all stuff their cocks into her so she could have lots and lots of foals? A quick glance at Nikano and Alcaris told her that their mates, at least for the time being, where off limits but the breathy moan from Alcaris' lips, eyes shimmering, could have left no doubt whatsoever in anyone's mind as to what she wanted from everything.

"Oh, my!"

They knew who was theirs. Their eyes locked and all Alcaris could see before her was a massive dog with a great, shaggy, black coat. He stood as tall as her withers but that was, perhaps, only because her slender legs pushed her up taller than most centaurs. Despite him being slightly smaller than her, his haggard, muscular stature radiated easy power and her legs quivered, tail flicking up instantly for him as her sex shamefully pulsed, only just about covered by the fall of her dress still.

Calelle's partner nickered and stretched out his neck to her, the equine's eyes glittering in the first light of the night time stars. A dappled grey stallion that was very much not of the centaur persuasion, he arched his neck beautifully, showing off his crest, but his shaft was already out in the typical equine fashion, showing off that he had not one but two dicks, both ready and waiting for her pleasure.

And the last - oh, that beast was for Nikano and the warrior centaur could not have found a more perfect partner in the minotaur as he stood taller than her stocky and strong frame, seeming to dwarf her by means of his presence alone. Of course, the minotaur did not say or do anything but the mere fact the he was as nude as Nikano was with a massive cock dangling, soft, between his thighs was enough for her to tip forward lustfully, lips parting in a moan that she'd never even known she had in her.

"Ohhh..."

There was something about him but, ah, that would have to come out in the heat of it all, her tail flicking, wafting her sweetly equine, reminiscent of musk and earth and lust, to him, the minotaur's bull nostrils twitching, a smirk on his lips. The strong and silent type she could deal with but little did Nikano know that there was already far more to the minotaur than she could ever have imagined was possible for her to find in the world and then some.

They split off as the sun dipped behind the trees, leaving only the faintest memory of crimson to spill onto the very tips of the pines as they moved together, all knowing who was to be their mate, their partner for life. Twilight wrapped around them in the in-between, closing in and draping, though its cooling touch would be much appreciated still as more heated up between them than ever before.

"Hi there, my darling pup," Alcaris murmured, walking around the dog in a slow circle, although he was more than big enough to be far, far from a pup in any meaning of the name. "And what do they call you? We're going to be_very_ well acquainted..."

Shaking himself off, fur drifting away as he moulted, the dog barked and growled, eyes glowing a pale blue, though Alcaris did not yet know how that played into his need. Like so many things about her life partner, that was something that she would, delightfully, come to discover in time.

"Jom," the dog growled, advancing on her as if he intended to pin her back against the trees, ensure that there was no escape. "And I thought there was no mate left for me to sink my teeth into..."

It was a joke and yet a kinky one that had the mare moaning, stock still and quivering as he lunged for her, his canine dick slipping from a sheath tucked up close between his hind legs. The knot was, of course, not formed as yet but it would strain her tight marehood to its limit. If there was one thing that Alcaris could say, regardless of her prickly demeanour, it was that her pussy always seemed to tighten up time after time again, making her sex as tight as that of a virgin each and every time for her partners in lust and in crime. But the canine wouldn't have cared still if she was sloppy and loose, as long as her thick rump and hindquarters were there for his pleasure and his alone, the two of them bound in the light of the rising moon as she turned her rump to him and neighed shrilly.

"Ohhh... Take me, you brute!"

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