Centaur Taken by the Stallion Gang

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Her Unwilling Breeding

"Damn it!"

Carrie kicked out and howled, thrashing in the trap, though she should have been cautious enough to avoid something that the other centaurs in her forest tribe had set up. There had been tales of thieves and humans, not centaurs, from the towns venturing into their territory, speaking of stealing their foals. Well, of course, they couldn't have that, so at the very least they had set up traps to slow them down, to ensure that they were able to start protecting their herds and tribes to the best of their ability.

The element of surprise was always something that centaurs had prided themselves on, though Carrie had not thought that it would be something that would end up being her downfall in the end. However, Carrie should have been more careful of her speckled grey hide, something that the humans called "flea-bitten" when it came to equine colours and coats. She snorted and kicked, tangled up in the net, one arm somehow twisted behind her back. How had that even happened? She'd been trotting along, her bow slung over her back, checking the arrows left in her quiver - and the trap had sprung!

The centaur woman should have known where every trap was in the pursuit of warding off the humans, but, apparently, that one had slipped by her, whether it had been notified or not. She squealed furiously, brown hair pressed to the back of her neck by a layer of the netting, though she had tied it back. That meant there was less to get tangled, though it didn't seem that she was in any position to get out, regardless of what tiny little graces were afforded to her.

No... Carrie could curse and shout as much as she liked, her backside pressed up to the perimeter of the net, though it was anchored into the ground and weighted at all edges. It was intended to trap groups of humans, who were more mobile and smaller than centaurs, and she had the added complication of her hooves to bear in mind, her chest thankfully still covered. Carrie shuddered. Oh, that would have been the worst thing, if her breasts had been uncovered and her final humiliation had been to have the rest of her herd, finally, come to rescue her in a state of nudity.

She blushed and shook her head, chest heaving, though her equine flanks did too. She'd been chaste so far in her life, more modest than most, and the others had teased her for it, even though, of course, they had respected that. There were no centaurs in the tribe, Carrie was thankful to know, that would have tried to harm her or drag her into their private harems against her will, though other herds were not as kind as the one she was in. That was why she stayed, close to her mother, her sister, those that she had grown up with. Well, besides the bachelor stallion centaurs who had struck out on their own on coming of age. She missed them, but they would surely be doing well for themselves. Not everyone could keep to the same life, day after day, after all.

Thinking about other things helped a little, especially when she knew that there was little she could do but to conserve her strength and to wait, to hope that her tribe would find her. Surely, they would look for her when she did not return from gathering herbs and hunting, though game had been sparse that day. It was just as well that their diets were omnivorous, though a little more geared towards being herbivores.

But Carrie didn't know how long that would take, not as she weakly struggled, twisting back and forth, cursing her position. It was not a position that she wanted to be in, a hoof through the netting, her hind leg yanked out uncomfortably to the side. Her tail was even, somehow, squashed to the net and the centaur woman cursed under her breath at how everything had gone wrong. Even her quiver had spilt her arrows and she would have to pick them all up after all was said and done!

Something cracked in the undergrowth behind her, the forest of deciduous trees waving branches thick with leaves, spring well on its way. The cool of late afternoon was already upon her as the centaur woman shivered, trying to work her fingers through the net, pale skin shaky with the chill.

"Is someone there? Can you help me? Please?"

It didn't really matter what she said, only that she drew attention to her position. The crack and snap of small branches, pushed out of the way of a large body, came again, and she sighed in relief. It sounded like there was more than one body back there, but no one said anything.

"Who's there? Thank the forest you found me! Please help me get out of here!"

Carrie wriggled, though huffed and panted, her grey flanks darkened with damp sweat. Yet no voice came as she tried to wrench her head around, the net caught behind one ear, further bringing a hot rise of humiliation to her cheeks. Oh, how she hated that prickling tension, the feeling of sweat leaping to her bare skin where her body was not covered, though she only really covered the part of her at any time that was human. It didn't feel right, not ever, to wear as much clothing as the humans so very often donned.

Why weren't they saying anything? She wriggled shamefully in her entrapment, resisting the urge to snort and whinny. They were so weird! Maybe they were all back there, snickering and pointing and laughing at her, though it was not something that she wanted to think about, not as her cheeks burned, even the tips of her ears feeling too warm for comfort.

"I know you want to jest," she began, resisting the urge to snort, her tail clamped down. "But, please - just get me out of here!"

The snort that came, however, broke the silence in a way that was not centaur-like in the slightest, Carrie's head shooting up, her tail clamped down as far as she could get it, horror in her eyes. Even the forest around her seemed to grow darker as she worked and wrenched at herself, managing to turn her head a couple more inches through the heavy net only to see that there were not centaurs behind her at all - but horses!

The equines must have been six in number, though they moved in and out of one another, their own little herd of bays and blacks. Carrie grunted, rolling her eyes, a little of the heat fading from her. As if wild horses could do anything to help her, with their ragged manes and their scruffy hooves! There was dullness in their eyes, a sense of being beastly, even if she should have known well enough already that there was a reason that centaurs were the only taurs in the land. It was because centaurs took on the magical properties of the equines of the area too, embodying their intelligence, their sapience.

When they did not speak the same language, despite the quiet knowing and intelligence lining the bodies of the horses, Carrie did not see them as the same. Her tail flicked and she tried to lift a hind hoof in warning, though they crowded in closer as she grunted and tried to shoo them off.

"Get on with you," she grumbled. "Or go do something useful and find me a centaur!"

She shook her head, though that only made the net fall a little more heavily around her shoulders and down her back, her withers the point where her human back joined with that of the equine body. The horses did not seem at all disturbed by her show, snorting and nickering, sharing words, though Carrie did not pay close enough attention to even infer what they were discussing.

"Get away... Sheesh, why do I always get stuck in places like this? Come on - someone help me! It's getting dark soon!"

Heavy bodies shuffling drowned out the notion of others coming to find her, though what she did not expect to feel was soft lips brushing her hindquarters through the large gaps in the net. She squealed and kicked, trying to shrug it off, yet it only seemed to tangle even more around her fetlocks and hooves, one arm still twisted behind her. It was too much, her heart pounding, though something in her body understood what was happening even though her mind was not as quick as to catch up.

"Get _away_from me!"

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