Bred by Centaurs

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Group Lust Against Her Will

This story contains non-consensual sex for the purposes of fantasy and fiction only.

Sex should always be safe, sane and consensual when engaged in.

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She ran. It was all she could do, the anthro fox fleeing as if her life depended on it. In a way, it did, though just the life that she knew. There was no chance of her losing her life in any way, of course not, but that did not mean that the fear was not there, coursing through her with every beat of her heart, aching and pounding, driving so fervently that it was as if it wanted to leap out from her chest in a fury of passion.

Cherry heaved for breath, her red tail streaming behind her, tipped with traditional white. There was nothing special about her as an anthro fox, nothing that should have drawn them to her. Yet the pounding of centaur hooves behind her, breaking down branches and snapping twigs in the forest, leaping over the huge, gnarled roots of trees... The vixen whimpered. They were coming for her. And there was nothing she could do about it.

But she had to try! She knew the forest better than them, surely, those encroaching on the territory of the fox-people, those that had lived there for centuries upon centuries. She leapt over rocks, scrambling and slipping where the moss layered them thickly, the running water of a stream nearby beckoning her on. Maybe she could lose them by crossing the river? Ah, but centaurs did not track her by scent. They would see where the passage of her body, however, had disturbed vegetation, left tracks in the soft mud.

With her ripped clothes, Cherry was more vulnerable than ever, taking a chance, splashing through the river, wincing at the sound it made. It was loud, so loud, but the hollering and whooping of the bachelor centaur herd was louder, so much louder, overwhelming as they beat upon their drums.

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Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

They came, they pounded, seeking to conquer. They wanted her, only her, her body, what her body could do to them.

"Down here!"

Damn it! He was close, so close, too close! Her heart leapt and tightened in her chest as if one of the centaur's hands was already around it, clenching and digging in with raw, unkempt nails. What she imagined would not be all that far from the truth, though the throbbing members under their thick barrels too...

Yes. Everyone knew what happened to those caught by the centaurs. Whether they were male or female, however they presented themselves... If the centaurs caught them, there was no way for them to leave such an encounter with their pride intact. Most often than not, those caught by the centaurs would be dragged back to their roaming camp, used and bred, fucked ruthlessly...

At least, until the centaurs bored of them. The scraps of their breeding, their fucking... Well, they had to make their own way in the world after that.

There! Oh no, they were close, crashing through the ferns, whacking the bracken out of the way with spears and poles, delighting in hunting her down, like a fox in a hole. Cherry caught her breath, hunkering down in a thicket, though the thorns of a bush dug into her coat.

It was natural to go to ground, for she was a fox. She had to take things forward, had to do what instinct and nature dictated she do. Even if it was not the right thing, shuddering, shaking, tears building in the corners of her eyes.

She had to run...but her legs were so sore, so tired. She wanted to go, to hide far, far away from where she was...but the centaurs already knew where she was.

It was a hopeless deal from the moment she'd started running. But it had felt better to try than not to.

Cherry clung to herself, arms wrapped around her torso, holding herself. It was all she could do, the hooves of the centaurs snapping twigs, squishing through the soft earth, though there were so many of them. Tails swishing, catching on rough bark, hands grasping and trailing, treating even the deep forest as their own.

"Little vixen..."

Their voices boomed over her, so much deeper than what the males of her village possessed. With her paws clapped over her muzzle, held there tightly, clenching her jaw, she forced down her whimpers.

No... No, she wouldn't let them know where she was. She would fight. She would push back. She would not give in!

"Big words for a little lady."

She screamed, head whipping back, the foliage above her pulled back, revealing a towering centaur grinning down at her, showing his teeth as if it was the greatest day in the world for him. He didn't see anything wrong in what he was doing, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, hefting her up, kicking and screaming, squalling like an animal dragged from their nest.

"There she is!"

"We caught a fox, caught a fox!"

They cheered, tossing her in the air, their hands grasping, grabbing, all too easily tearing her clothes from her body. Cherry screamed, even though she already knew what was to come, fighting, squirming, wriggling and twisting, every bit the wild animal who had been captured, trapped, and now knew that she had to fight tooth and nail simply to have any chance at all of surviving.

Survival... Her mind hazed over as their greedy hands dragged at her, squeezing her breasts, tossing her down over a huge, fallen log. It had to have been a mighty tree, standing upright, once upon a time, but even the tree had not been able to withstand the force of nature in the end.

Time caught up with everyone.

That was what she hoped, anyway. Especially as she was groped and tossed about like a sack of meat, as if her mind and her body did not matter to the centaurs any more than them spending a load.

Finger wormed their way into her mouth, forcing her to open up wide, pinned over a log, panting, heaving, her jaws forced open.

"Don't bite, foxy, or we'll not make it worth your while," one snickered, stomping a hoof. "Suck good... But your holes will always be filled with our dicks."

"Yeah, can even strap you to my belly going out hunting." A centaur with broad, round shoulders laughed, half-rearing, his chest bare and tanned. "A good little cock sleeve like you...that's all a centaur needs, huh?"

She didn't know, didn't care, screaming, fighting, yet the rain of blows from her fists hardly seemed to do anything, no one feeling it. But Cherry saw the throbbing length of horse meat coming for her, how it ached for her, throbbing towards her lips, the head plump and full, flatter than anything she'd had with a fox male before.

No... But she had to, that thick, fat length of cock pushing into her mouth as she sobbed, taking her muzzle. The reek of horse overwhelmed her, even if they were only half horse, and the swinging, heavy orbs of their nuts told her, more than clearly, what was to come for her. Where there was a load to be spent, her pussy would be there, or her maw or even...

No. No, she wouldn't think about that. Not with the fat spear of horse dick cramming into the back of her mouth. There was something more, groaning, her throat going numb, more and more dick working its way down her throat. The horse's cum... It was not equine seed but centaur cum and, well, that had certain properties.

At least it wouldn't hurt her. That was all she could think about, hacking and gagging around that length, yet Cherry could not do anything about that. It helped that her throat had gone numb, though every inch still forced her throat to stretch around it, the medial ring driving her wider and wider.

The centaur above her shuddered and thrust, grinding in, rolling his hindquarters, though he could not thrust, not with her down on her knees. He needed something to mount, even as he pummelled her throat ruthlessly, caring for nothing.

"Yeah... Oh, fuck... Little vixen whore..."

"Foxes are the best cock suckers."

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