A Life on Centaurio
Prologue
Our story begins on a lonely green planet in a galaxy far from our own. This little planet is undiscovered my humanity, but little to the knowledge of humans, upon the rather large green habitable planet, there is a life. A life that roams the vast plains, deep forests, high mountains, and even the hottest deserts.
This planet is roughly 2-3 times the size of earth; in fact you would have to be stupid not to say it was a clone, or copy of the earth we live upon. All the flora and fauna, all of its the same, there are bugs just like ours, animals like our own, even the plants are exactly the same. The only difference in this planet, than our own. Is that there are no horses, and there are no humans. On this planet, there lives a race of beings; they have no name for themselves as a species. Surprising enough, we do, these beings are known as Centaurs, a mythical being half horse, half man.
Because they look to be centaurs, we shall call them centaurs, and this little planet shall we hence forth called Centario!
"A Life on Centaurio"
(Chapter 1)
Salomar was a young black haired stallion, his hooves thundering across the grassy plain that made up a better portion of his world. At 15 hands high he was tall for his age, shoulder length black hair, and the same color covering his equine body. His torso was wide at the shoulder, and narrowed to a waist, stripped with muscles that stood out for everyone's view. Over his broad back was a network of leather straps connected to saddle-bags, sheaths to weapons, and to a pair of bison horns glued to squares of hard leather. Over each of these horns was a long lariat, a lasso that he was going to be using this day. His saddle bags were filled with smoked meat, fresh fruit, and a couple water skins. His weapons were a large broad sword he could wield in one hand, a longbow (Quiver of arrows strapped across his back.) in a water proof case, a pair of short javelin's with wing in one end and a single spear carried in his left hand. Each of the lariats on his back were tied to the rings of the javelins, the short heavier spears were used to picket the females so the male could hunt down the other.
What is his plan for the day you ask? Well he is out to capture some young fillies for his harem. Salomar had been waiting for years to join his centaur brothers in the annual Filly Hunt. At the beginning of the summer season, young males just old enough to breed were ceremonially kicked out of their herd families. Sent off with gifts from their fathers, they set out to start their own families. Most males new to the freedom went straight for the large filly herds that roamed the massive plains that covered the planet. The herds of fillies counted in the hundreds at times, and it was the goal of the stallions to chase them down and capture two of them. It was a well known law on the planet that each stallion was limited to two fillies, and no more. These fillies of course could be switched out if they died or could no longer breed.
Salomar was not like the other males; in fact he was a few years older than the other's going for the hunt. He had decided to wait before joining the hunt, most males failed to capture their fillies, being too slow to catch the wild females. Salomar had waited 2 years to join the hunt, he had been kicked out of his herd family, and from there went a claimed the ground he would build his home and family. He had intact built his home, clearing a patch of trees and building a long barn like structure. He spent 2 years building onto the barn, and building other buildings that he would need. He had a smoke-house, a root cellar, even a second smaller barn. The bigger barn was for him and the young fillies he would take. Inside was a large wood burning stove, and several stalls for his fillies and young children. The smaller barn was built to hold any beast of burden, or food animals he might trade for in the future.
Salomar had left the tree line behind, heading deep into the plain, his eyes glancing from the horizon of grass, to the hoof tracks below. This was the test of all stallions, to start a family, you had to be smart enough to track down the herd, fast enough to chase down your target fillies, and strong enough to make them behave. The relationship between the males and females was like a master and his slaves, the males have to tame the females to make them love him.
After a few hours of following the tracks at a slow galloped, he came over a large rise in the plain, and before him was a spectacle that put him in awe. Below him in the small valley in the plains was a herd of 30 fillies, each one of them young, and soon to enter their season of heat. The mares were mainly vegetarian in diet, eating wilds crops and fruits. Salomar smiled as he jabbed his spears but end into the soft turf, and took up one of his long lariats and headed down the long slopping hill to the herd. As he walked, he spotted a blonde headed filly, her blond hair fell to mid-torso, and her equine body was covered in white hair with a blonde haired tail that swished. Once within 20m of the filly he broke into a strong gallop, the sound of his thundering hooves sent the females into a dead run to escape. Salomar was young and fast, his lariat swinging above his head as he chased the blonde filly down. He came into range and let his rope fly, the wide loop fell onto the female and he jerked back on the slack rope. The loop had fallen over the female's torso, resting on her withers when he tightened it. The robe caught her low at the torso and jerked her to a stop, Salomar rushed to her and using leather strips he caught her arms and tied them together at the wrist and elbow behind her back. He slapped a leather collar around her neck, and tied a 8ft rope line to it. He dragged and pulled her back up to where his spear was, jamming the picket javelin into the ground he hooked the line to the ring at its end.
As he took a water skin from his pack he offered it to the lips of the filly, as she drank he noticed her firm breast, a rough C cup with little pink nipples, and a toned stomach. "What is your name?" ,He asked after taking the water skin away from her lips. She answered, "My name is Vanora, Sir". He nodded and placed the skin of water away, it was normal for females to address their captures as Sir. It was not till after breeding them would they call him Master. After securing the female, he untied her arms, seeing the female give in to her fate to be his. He took out a small leather bag that had some fruit and root veggies in it. "Here eat and catch your breath, as soon as I catch one of your friends we shall be heading home". Taking the bag, the filly took out an apple and munched it; she did not hate the male like some fillies did. She had been looking forward to this day, and was more than willing to submit to a strong handsome male.
Salomar ran his hand over his first fillies back and rear, getting a feel for her. He smiled, and took off down the hill, the herd seeing the male capture his first female had returned to their previous spot. The females only ran because it was part of the test for the males, it was what their mothers had taught them, and their mothers before them. Salomar took the second lariat from his side, and made a dash after a dark haired filly that was toward the middle of the herd. She had long flowing black hair, and white cuffs above her hooves, the herd of females seeing the male coming for them, the broke into a run. The lone male kept his eyes on the dark filly, and weaved through the rushing females, lariat circling above his head like before. Coming into range of the dark filly, his lariat flew out in an expert fashion, soaring through the air.
The lariat's loop opened in mid air and fell over the fillies' torso, falling to her withers where the torso connected to the body. Thundering up beside the female, he used the lariat to lead her out of the middle of the herd and back out of it. She fought him hard, kicking and trying to scratch his eyes and torso. Strong hands caught her wrist and moved them behind her back, and tied them together, immobilizing them. He collar this female like he had the other, and dragged her back to his spear in the distance. When he managed to pull the fighting filly to her counterpart, she finally stopped fighting and dashed to the white female. Vanora put her free arms around her close friend soothing her as tears fell from the dark haired female's eyes. "Her name is Megaera, and she is my closet friend", Vanora explained to Salomar. He nodded and then turned to Megaera, "You can see your friend is content with her fate, will you choose this too?" Megaera nodded and sniffled, taking a second look at the male and thought to herself: He doesn't look to bad, I could love him. Nodding, Salomar untied Megara's arms and gave her food and water to restore her strength.
(Chapter 2)
After a few days traveling, Salomar had led his two fillies to their new home. Tree grew thick and tall along the edge of the massive plains, Salomar had cut down trees to form a sort of cove into the forest. The cove was deeper than it was wide, and within it were the two barns building, smoke-house, and the root cellar. By now the female were content with their fate and willingly followed him, he took the two of them into the larger barn and gave them a stall beside each other to rest. He let them rest, moving into his own stall at the other side of the barn.
The following day, about half way through it Salomar was suddenly hit with a smell that aroused him. He had been outside carving; the fillies were in the barn, tied up between support posts. He rushed in, seeing the two fillies blushing fiercely and trying to keep their rears out of his view. They had gone into their heat season, their tight little pussy winking fiercely as they dripped their juices down their rear legs. Both fillies were struggling against their bindings, scared of his growing prick that was now hanging low under his belly. His pulsing shaft of hard equine meat was just over 2ft long, and 3in thick, it was pink and black dappled color as he moved to the blonde filly.
Reaching the scared filly his hands rubbed over her back, and rear, pulling her tail aside to expose her winking outer lips. "You're ready to be bred." She whinnied out of fear," Please Sir don't you'll be too big for me!!" She screamed and struggled as he moved behind her, and reared up, falling back onto her back. His forelegs hugged her body as he moved his cock into position, pressing the wide flaring head into her winking cunt. The fillies' mouth opened in a silent scream, his solid shaft had been roughly trusted into her hot cunt, taking her virginity and burying the shaft against her inner cervix. His human hands went around his fillies' torso and cupped her c-cup breast as he started to fuck her. She screams and moaned in pain and pleasure as his giant prick stretched and fucked her core good and hard. Salomar's balls were heavy and full of his fertile seed to put in the fertile fillies wanting and fertile womb. His thrusting picked up; jamming his cock into her womb entrance over and over, Vanora moaned short and sharp as he slammed his cock head into her cervix. Vanora's tight walls gripped and milked Salomar's cock, his thrusting jamming into her cervix once more before he cried out in a loud whinny. His balls had retracted and pushed his seed up through his body, and out of his cock to impregnate the filly. Vanora moaned loudly as she felt her lover, now master release his seed into her womb, knowing full well he had gotten her pregnant with his foal.
After a few minutes, Salomar dismounted his now pregnant mare; untying her he put her in a stall to rest. Snorting as his cock grew solid once more moving to the dark haired filly. Moving behind Mareara, he mounted her before she had a chance to fight, driving his cock forcefully into her willing pussy. Mareara's body wanted this, but her mind and mouth were screaming no as he took her virginity then, and started to fuck her good and hard. Mareara pleaded and begged but he ignored her cried, knowing her pleasure would get to her, and her screams would turn to moans. His thick pulsing rod hammered into the dark haired female, jamming its flaring cock head into her cervix, and bruising the muscle as he fucked her. Salomar grunted feeling his cock punch through her cervix, and jam into her very womb, Maraega screams of bloody murder as his cock sunk into her womb. His thrusting had slowly in speed but were still pounding into Mareara, she let out a loud whinny as she started to climax, her cunt clamping down on his cock as her body twitched. The shear tightness of her core on his cock caused Salomar to climax, his balls pushing his seed into her womb directly through his cock. He whinnied deeply as he impregnated his second female in one day, leaving his hot thick seed in her fertile belly.
Salomar dismounted Mareara's panting and sweat form; he untied her and helped her into her stall. He hooked straps of canvas under the mare's bellies; this would help them keep standing in their exhausted state. Panting a bit for breath, he moved to his own stall, backing into it and looking to his two mares, both were sleeping, their human torsos leaning onto a fold down platform that was padded for a pillow. He smiled and folded down his own pillowed platform and leaned into it, falling asleep. As he slept he had dreams of young foals prancing about his land, and his two mares's rubbing their swollen under bellies.
Are those dreams of things to come? They could be, leave your comments and suggestions below. This is my first story I have ever written, so be brutally honest and at the same time go easy on a poor author.