Failed Rebellion

Story by Kalan on SoFurry

, , , , , , , , , , ,

When a young man tries to rise up against the centaurs that control his home, he finds out that his rebellion has not only failed, but he's been soundly disgraced as it's leader.

Want to read more? See stories that don't make it to my galleries or get things earlier? Check out here: https://www.patreon.com/KalansPhantom?ty=h


All of his life, Ajax had always heard of the people on the mainland living lives that were filled with plenty and in control of their own destinies. He had grown up listening to the sailors at the edge of the towns when they came, the scoffing and looks they gave to the centaurs who had taken over the island as their own. He had heard so much about how life should be, could be, that he had never really experienced. Humans were supposed to be above animals, that was the simple truth that should have been embraced by everyone, but somehow this island led towards the domination of the half horse creatures that kept humans as little more than peasants that toiled under them to grow grains and build houses, that tended the sprawling estates. His parents had served them, his family served them, his sisters and brothers served them, but he didn't want to serve them. He never did. He had envisioned a life as so much more than how he had grown up.

"BRING HIM FORWARD!" Ajax lifted his eyes at the clear and angry female voice ringing over the crowd, his thoughts jostled as he felt the trickle of blood along the corner of his lip, his ears still ringing from a blow that had caught him behind in the wild attack.

_It wasn't supposed to happen this way. _ He thought and lifted his head, refusing to look beaten as the two gripping him began to push him forward.

And he certainly hadn't imagined his plan would fail so spectacularly as it had, not with the fellows he had urged to come with him to take down the temple of the centaurs. He felt searing anger as he was pushed through the midst of the crowd that had gathered, most of his friends and school mates were already shoved in the heart of the gathering, surrounded and disarmed from their makeshift weapons. They were beaten, a few even bruised and a few bleeding from the short fight that had broken out on the temple steps. He had wanted to break through the line and light the temple itself on fire, he had dreamed of it, but instead of getting that pure victory they had been overrun by the guards. It had been a bloody battle, one that had caused losses on both sides and those losses had driven the heart out of his would be rebellion. They hadn't even tried to continue once they had come up against the heavily armed stallions that had come to stand against them.

He glared at them, angry at their giving up, stifling the fear as he was dragged past the two stallions that had fallen, colts really, the young acolytes that had they had been able to take down. He swallowed a little, flicking his eyes away from his comrades that had been taken down as well, they shouldn't have fallen in vain. He lifted his head up high in the air and tried to look unafraid as he approached the centaur priestess standing at the temple stairs. She was gleaming white, her hair the lightest blonde that one could imagine and her bare breasts high and tight beneath the long locks that fell down. Her blue eyes were hard, fixated on him as the long white tail flicked along the snowy white haunches. The way they moved dancing this way and that showed her emotion as he was thrown at the stairs, nearly cracking his knees against the hard polished marble.

"You are young, quite young." Versalia spoke up in a low voice, the anger carrying while he was held in place by the matched set of roan stallions, his knees aching against the gritty step. "You were named as the leader of this...criminal bunch."

"We are not criminals! We are slaves!" He answered, struggling and surging up, he knew there were hundreds of humans watching and gathering here, they had come the moment the battle had struck out. "You have kept us like you would cattle!"

"Cattle?" The mare let out a snort, but there was a rippling through the crowd and he felt a slight surge of hope in his breast.

"Yes! You make us work your fields and tend your houses, we get little pay and little rest while you lounge in your temples and homes. How can you say we aren't cattle?!" He responded with heat, rising up and surging as the fingers shoved harder against his shoulder, but more were rumbling.

Versalia came down from the stairs, her polished hooves nearly dancing against the ground, clicking lightly while she looked out. There were her stallion-guard standing just beyond the edge of the humans, well-armed and trained for battle, but they were not an army. They could take out quite a few attackers, but that didn't mean they would be able to stop them all. The crowd that had gathered were frightened now, scared at the sight of blood on the ground, the brief harsh battle that had taken place on the steps of her temple had been enough to rouse them. It could easily turn into a mob, just the right touch could take them from being frightened and confused to angry and ready to continue the battle in a violent upheaval of the careful society they had founded on this island. A dangerous situation, far more dangerous with the blood of humans on the ground as well as centaur.

"And so you use violence to try and change how you feel you are treated?" She put disbelief and sorrow in her voice as she stepped around the instigator, leaving him glaring at her. Angry and hopeful that his people would rise up. "Do you see this young man? He would use force and violence, when he might only have used his voice to speak to us of how you felt. It has not gone unnoticed, I sorrow for the inequality of our people, and have worked to try and change it."

"HOW?!" Ajax snapped and then was silenced by the way the stallions gripped him, nails biting in painfully hard.

"Already I have picked out likely young men and women to be taught with our foals, I want more trades workers, I want to give chances for those that wish a better life to make it." The white mare was walking carefully, meeting the eyes of the crowd as Ajax wanted to spit at her hooves while she lied so smoothly. "There are towns that need improvement, and I will oversee them myself, because those with concerns have approached me and spoken of them. Not because I have been battered at the very doors of my home and my young workers killed."

"I.." He started to speak, but was cut off, one large hoof moved to press dangerously close to his bent leg in silent threat.

"They are young and eager, not at all thinking of what they are doing and what it really means, I understand this, I understand that they are easily led by those that are passionate and unthinking such as the man that caused such havoc." The mare continued. "I will pardon them, only as long as they are willing to give up their wages to the families who have lost their colts to their attack and they will never again be allowed to have arms."

There was an approving noise in the crowd that made Ajax want to scream in frustration, they were listening to her! That lying half a horse, they were actually listening to the false promises as she spoke about how she would allow the families to take their dead even though they had been killed in the heart of an attack against the centaurs. She promised great things, painted a world where the humans could live in partnership with the centaurs and they would profit together from the relationship and he felt his face reddening with anger. He knew his parents had to be in the crowd, his sisters, brother, they were likely listening and agreeing as they always did when they were told something. She made such grand statements, painting something beautiful with her lies.

"What about him? Ajax?" Someone asked, it could have been his sister, but it made his head lift up a little as Versalia paused and he could almost feel her staring at him.

"He has committed a grave sin. He has led violence to a holy building and made others take lives in his blind anger and jealousy." She spoke with sadness, he knew it was a lie, how could they even listen to her. "He will have to be punished for his crime, though it grieves me it could have all been avoided, he will pay our society back for his unrest."

Ajax tensed up slightly as she kept her eyes on him while she spoke, making him want to twist away from the hold that kept him on his knees. All too easily he could imagine the blade swinging for his neck, his only hope would be that he would be the death to ignite a rebellion. He could possibly make sure that it would be so, to take it with dignity, perhaps even able to make his last few words ones that would make his people pause and think about just what was being done in the name of the equines.

"Bring him out to the square, tie him over night and tomorrow he will face his fate." Versalia spoke in a clear ringing tone, leaving no doubt that he would be punished, how he didn't know, only that when it came he was going to be ready. He would make his death mean something.

~ ~ * ~ ~

It was mid afternoon when he heard from the priestess again. Ajax spent a long night tied with his chest against a pole and no relief given as he was only able to make the smallest adjustments in an effort to make himself comfortable. A gag had been forced in his mouth, making sure that there was nothing he could do to speak or plead his case. He was set in a pole right in the heart of the town, making sure that anyone who walked by would be forced to look at his bound body. No one helped him, countless humans walked by, and barely gave him a glance as they hurried by and left him feeling the ache along his back and legs while his cheek remained pressed against the carved stone pole until the crowds began to gather together in the square near noon. He didn't know if they had spread word or they simply had gotten tired of waiting to see what would happen to him, but they gathered together en masse before the temple doors opened up to allow the priestess to step out with her charges.

He was angry, his face burning slightly as his people didn't do more than look at him and form a circle to make sure that they weren't associated with him. Even his own family refused to come forward, they might as well have been strangers as they didn't look at him with any amount of recognition or sympathy as the drums began to sound at Versalia's approach. The white mare was dressed for the day, showing off with a light blue blanket on her snowy white back and a crown on her head, looking entirely pristine when compared to his own dirty and bruised body. He glared at her, wanting to snap out in anger, but the gag in his mouth kept it shut while his breathing came a bit faster, nostrils flaring a little bit as the parade came towards him. It was worth it if he was going to die, it was all worth it to show them that the centaurs had to be overthrown.

"I have spent a long evening in communion with our gods on how to best deal with the leader of this band of misunderstood young men." Versalia spoke up clearly as she came to a stop several steps away from him. "My younger stallions have called for his blood, but we are not so brutal a people as to wish him death."

"NNF!" Ajax tried to reply angrily, jerking backwards, struggling against the hold of the ropes on him as he wanted to reply.

"Not even for the death of those that we mourn will we spill his blood. Instead, he will become a part of our community and give back to those of us he has attacked." She spoke carefully as she walked around. "He will become a servant of the people, human and centaur alike, he has forfeited his freedom with his actions. As a human he is of little help to all of you, he can only offer what labor he can do with two legs and his hands, so he will become something more. He will become something invaluable and treasured by all of us."

_What?! Become something? _ He felt a jolt of fear at the very idea, his heart leaping into his throat while he balled his fists up only to feel a trail of terror sinking into his throat.

"May he find honest labor and giving back to his people more rewarding then the bloodshed he has caused." The mare turned about slightly and looked at him before lifting her hands up in the air. "And may his punishment seal our new found peace and equality."

He didn't believe any of it, but there was nothing he could do to argue against her as the woman dropped her hands and began to chant in a melodic tone that filled the air while he jerked harder back against the pillar. They couldn't do this to him! He had only done what was needed, why didn't they see that? They should have been willing and ready to help him, risen up to cast down their oppressors, but instead he felt a flow of tingling magic sliding through the air. He could almost taste the ozone scent in the air while he squirmed and twisted, balling his fists up while his skin began to glow and pulse, growing brighter by the moment as his feet dug down and the people shifted a little bit, drawing back away from him as the spell settled over his body and drew a cry out loudly and arch himself up into the air while his body began to shift and change.

He felt it in the tightness of his pants that began to bite against his waist and dug in so tightly that he cried out in a high pitched, a burst that erupted free as he tried to jerk to one side as his pants bit down hard enough to hurt. He felt his body swelling, filling out and his pants legs growing larger as the seams began to strain. His ears were burning, the hot flush rising up to the tips as his breathing came in short bursts, gasping out before there was a tear running along the seat of his pants. The moment they tore he was horrified to realize that he was flashing the entire world the curve of his ass. It was standing out for anyone to glance at, he couldn't do anything to hide himself, he couldn't even more his hands to cover the flashing skin as the pants tore down along his legs and strips of cloth began to fall down to the ground, falling around his ankles.

He felt the cool air sliding along his ass while his pants tore all the way to his ankles and his lower body began to grow heavier and larger, his legs shifting and his toes moving further away as he threw his weight to one side. The ropes tying him to the pole refused to give him enough give to escape, he was trapped while he felt his lower body growing larger, suddenly his legs growing weighed down as something was shifting right along the curve of his ass. He felt it, something pushing out right at the lower part of his spine and dropping down, a tail growing from him to fall down along the crease of his ass and down along the backs of his legs. He twisted his head around, straining to see that his lower body was growing obscenely large, it was stretching out beneath him as his balance went towards the tips of his toes while something else began to grow just beneath his waist.

A secondary set of forelegs pushed outwards just under his waist, he saw them dropping down and hitting the ground, his muscles stiffening unhappily as he twitch and shivered in reaction. He couldn't see it all well, but he saw enough to realize that four heavy legs were forming to hit against the ground, but he couldn't feel his feet, the nails were growing and thickening, consuming his feet to form hard stiff hooves that clattered against the ground. Hooves! The priestess was turning him into a centaur! His eyes went wide and he chewed on the gag in his mouth, muffling a cry of protest while his legs spread, his back legs. He could feel them as the weight grew and his legs struggled to hold him up before he jerked backwards. The rope around his waist gave way as he grew wider to accept the lower body, freeing him to stumble backwards with a rough noise.

The moment he stepped back he nearly collapsed, his legs splayed open wide and he was left staring down at his large cloven hooves, cloven hooves, not solid equine hooves. A glossy light brown coat was covering him, the fur growing down along his legs and chest, darkening at the tips, but his eyes were locked on his cloven hooves and struggled to understand. His ears were burning hotly, stretching outwards as he swung around to look back at his lower body, but it certainly wasn't an equine looking body at all. His hips were bony and back ran in a straight line, his chest broad and heavy, well fleshed as his tail lashed and twitched back and forth, a long ropey tail that ended in a thick tuft. He slapped his sides with it as his ears stretched further out to either side.

"An udder!" Someone spoke up, a little yelp of shock that made his eyes bulge wider and he tried to see what was happening beneath his body.

He couldn't see well, but he could feel something dropping down between his legs, heavy and swollen feeling that bumped against his inner thighs with a little jostle that sent it swinging back and forth. He was able to glimpse the pink swelling flesh under the bovine body, there was no denying that there was a swell of the tips of teats pushing out and reddening as he felt the flesh warming and growing swollen. It was filling out while his hips hunched downwards, trying to hide himself while his stocky legs adjusted and struggled to keep him upright. An udder! The thought terrified him as he let out a noise around the gag, a low groan as the skin grew hotter and more sensitive as it ballooned out and made sure that his legs were splayed open wide. His tail jerking downwards as more things changed, a heat and strange aching sensation far back behind him at his newly changed loins.

His stomach twisted in terror while he bolted backwards, stumbling and nearly falling with his udder painfully bouncing around behind him, but he didn't get far before someone came at him. One of the young stallions bolted forward with a rope in one hand, stopping him from running back by looping the rope right over his head neatly, pulling his arms down tight to his side so he splayed his hind legs with a short noise, stomping the cloven hooves about while he snaps his tail down tight between his hind legs as something could be felt glistening right between his hind legs. He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to know, he did his best to pay attention to nothing except the need to get away he fought the rope pulled so tightly against him and forced him to come to a halt, the udder wobbling horrifyingly beneath him...

"Easy little cow, you don't want to go hurting your pretty new body." The stallion chided him, a large bay with his hair pulled back in a thick top knot.

_Cow?! _ He jerked his eyes back and shuddered, feeling his ears stretching out and pulling out to either side of his head, lifting higher in the air as he looked backwards at the heavy puffy udder. Males didn't have udders, he wasn't really male... He wasn't really anything! God, no, she... There was nothing male resting between her legs now.

"You will pay your price to the people of this village, you will provide them with milk and calves, you will pull their plows and carts when they ask it of you." The mare stepped forward, her blue eyes hard and accusing as they rested on the newly made cow. "You will spend your life making amends for the ones that have died, with all being Master and Mistress above you."

_This can't be happening, it can't be! _ Ajax jerked her head back and forth wildly, her clamped tail feeling the truth between her legs even if she couldn't see it.

It didn't matter, she felt the tail resting against a soft set of lips tucked away between her hind legs so that there was nothing she could do to get away from them. She was trying her best to hide it, to keep herself descent as the stallion came up to her and pulled up the rope length towards her head with a smug smile. He was mocking her, the thick hands grabbed her cheeks and she felt her bovine ears flapping against the line of her head as the rope was pulled up along her head. It remained down to cover her arms and hold them down, but the end of it was suddenly wrapped around her head to form a make shift sort of halter. It rested along her nose and behind her ears, resting along her forehead as she let out a rough noise form her gagged mouth, this wasn't right! She was supposed to be killed, her death causing a wild uprising of the people in his name, it was supposed to mean something!

"She will be kept at the temple, use is allowed by any and all people that come to her, she cannot refuse you no matter what chore you give her." Versalia spoke in a ringing voice. "But first, she will make amends to those that she has hurt the most with her actions. The first milk and toil will go to her family and then to the family of those who lost their lives."

Ajax jumped and swing her eyes around, looking to see her family in the crowd. They were gathered there with their eyes flicked down, not even trying to acknowledge that they were her family. She struggled against the makeshift halter angrily, her ropey tail trying to snap back and forth as the rope was secured down her back to the loop that held her arms down, effectively making sure she was helpless to take the gag out of her mouth or do anything to save herself as they handled her. She was shaking slightly as the priestess stepped forward in front of her, giving the orders to take her to the palace stables where they kept the rest of the animals. Ajax glared at her angrily, bristling at the dismissive tone being used, but she didn't end it there. As she was being pulled away she paused and looked him straight in the eye, her lips curled up in a slight smile.

"Not much of a hero now, are we?" She whispered, only loud enough for herself and the stallion restraining her to hear. Ajax felt her stomach drop as she was tugged away, being pulled backwards towards the stable and whatever it was that awaited her there.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Priscilla couldn't believe her eyes as she had watched her brother being transformed, his body twisted away until his formerly lean and imposing form had been stripped of any and all humanity and replaced with that of a cow, at least from the waist down. She had been too afraid to talk as her mother had gripped her hand, making sure that she didn't do anything to damn their families in the eyes of the centaurs. She wouldn't have spoken up even if that hand hadn't been there, she was left gaping in wonder at the magic and the perfect bovine body that had stood on four powerful legs and cloven hooves. Her face was the same, Ajax still had the same features and chest, but the long ears that were bobbing along the sides of her head were entirely bovine. She hadn't known what to think, except some small part of her thought that he deserved it.

She had heard all about his plan for the uprising and listened to her mother plead for him to just leave things alone. They did well enough, the centaurs had been here first, if they truly didn't like it they could leave, but Ajax had his mind set on the idea that they could rebel and have a successful life. He had been stupid, she knew just like her mother that they could leave if they wanted, they weren't forced to stay here, but he had still gone ahead with the stupid plan. She even knew a few of the boys that had joined in with the fight, they were lucky they had been let go, but she couldn't help but think that her brother's punishment was fitting the crime. She made a pretty looking cloud, pale tan and darker chocolate markings along her legs, the body heavy and squared off, far better looking than the old cow they had at their home.

"Mother, can I milk him?" She asked and tilted her head up as the crowd dispersed with a slightly nervous tone, eyes casting back at the form being led away.

"Priscilla!" Her mother looked down with a bit of a shocked expression on her face at what was being asked. "You mustn't speak like that!"

"I was just asking, she said that we could have her first and Nanny doesn't give nearly enough milk anymore. She barely fills a quarter of a bucket!" She shifted a little bit and looked towards the stable. "Besides, someone else will get the milk if we don't."

"I'll have to plead Ajax's case." Her mother sighed a little, looking tired as she did so. "I suppose I can offer to pay for his release."

"Why?" Pricilla jerked her eyes up with a bit of shock at the way her mother was talking. "He did this to himself. You told him that he didn't have to do this, you begged him not too! We barely have enough money to repair the roof and you think buying him back will help that? What if he does this again?"

Her mother's eyes darkened a little and she rubbed her brow just a touch as if frustrated by the situation, it was a common look on her face. Ajax was always causing trouble, there hadn't been a day that had gone by that trouble hadn't exploded because her brother was trying to do something he shouldn't do. He had brought all of this on himself and no one else, there had been half a dozen chances for him to stop before it went too far and now it was expected for her family to suffer? They had already suffered! They had paid fines time and time again as he had caused problems as they had struggled to keep him from getting into too much trouble, this had been a long time coming. The way she saw it, if he couldn't behave as a human, maybe he'd be a lot better as a cow.

She watched as the ropey tail disappeared and she made up her mind, she was tired of the family suffering because of Ajax, even if her mother wanted to buy his way out of being a cow, he should still have to pay for what he'd done. She pulled her hair back into a tail at the nape of her neck and moved away from her parents before they could stop her, at the very least, her family would have a good dinner and she'd make sure that her brother knew just how badly he had messed up. Even if he was only stuck like this for a few days, he'd have to have the longest few days of his life so that he would be too frightened to go back to his old ways and embarrass the family even more than he was already doing. She smiled a little to herself, she had been wanting to get back at him for a long time, this was going to be amazing.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"You know, you brought all of this on yourself, Ajax, you could have just gone to look for work on the mainland and been happy." Pricilla announced herself with the mocking voice as Ajax struggled to find her way out of the ropes that were binding her up. "Why did you even think it would work?"

"MMmph..." She glared at the young fourteen year old that came walking into the little makeshift stable with a disappointed look on her face. She relaxed, at least Pricilla would untie her and she could start to work out a plan to be brought back to her proper body.

"Do you know the neighbors won't talk to us now? You're an embarrassment and dangerous. I can't even have Lydia over because they're afraid I'll be a bad influence over her." She spoke of her best friend in a bitter tone while Ajax pulled her weight harder against the rope halter that was tied up against a hanging iron ring. "You make a mess of everything and expect us to clean it up for you, but we can't clean this up."

_Where is mother? _ She thought furiously, she knew that her mother would be the one to help her out of this, her sister simply wanted to poke her to get a rise.

She moved up beside her and looked her over curiously, leaving the former boy flinching away as she came up and ran her hands along the broad back. The touch wasn't hard, but gentle, exploring with the tips of the fingers with a light stroke that traced right down along the sweep of the shoulders while she muffled a series of angry noise. The strokes along her body, sliding along the sweep of her side and explored along the smooth coat while she shifted on her heavy cloven hooves. She stomped the ground a little bit and side stepped, feeling the udder swinging around beneath her legs as her sister's hands moved towards the ropey tail that was hanging down behind her. She twisted her head back and glared, trying to show Pricilla just how unwelcome the touch was on her trapped body.

"Oh wow, you really are a cow, aren't you?" She spoke with a hint of amusement as Ajax's tail was lifted up behind her, rising higher in the air and she let out an angry grunt and jerked the ropey appendage down, but it was caught. "Did you actually feel of it changing? Or was it all of a sudden?"

_Why is she even asking that?! _ She struggled to pull her tail down, only to feel a finger sliding up curiously and Ajax's entire body stiffened.

The light touch spread right up against a hidden set of lips that were tucked just between her hind legs, nestling up while she did her best to hunch downwards with a slight tuck in her attempt to evade. The gentle push rubbed up along plush warm vulva lips and rubbed against her, the finger tips curling a little bit to spread them open while the former boy struggled to get away from his sister's exploring probe. The little finger nudged right up against the opening of the puffy soft folds, pushing forward and startling a groan from her throat as the light touch started to spread the lips open a bit, spreading them and rubbing right up along the length of the inner folds. Her vulva was spread open lightly while her sister began to push inwards, putting a bit of pressure on a newly made opening that had the former boy trying to kick back. She side stepped and muffled an angry growl at the girl pressing forward, the small finger nestling forward and starting to probe at the inner passage to make her hunch her back up.

"Oh does that feel good?" She asked curiously and pushed a bit harder while Ajax kicked backwards, hitting at nothing before the fingertip started to push inwards. "Oh you're warm and a little wet, I guess you do like it."

Ajax began cursing angrily around the gag, erupting into a rush of anger before grunting out while she felt the finger actually pushing into her body. The pressure building and growing as it was stuffed forward and curling a little bit, turning and sliding into a place she had never had in her life. Now she was forced to feel it stretching and splaying the interior passage as her interior walls clamped down around her sister's probe. She tried to kick out again, shuddering and feeling the little rubbing that poked and teased inwards, the slick walls started to clutch down and squeeze. The slow movements rubbed lightly, dancing and dipping in before pulling out. Not a lot, maybe an inch pushed inside of her and then the slow slip backwards, tugging along the puffy vulva that made her suck in a breath and her hips shuddered slightly.

Her sister's other hand moved down and suddenly stroked against the hot puffy feel of her udder, the light rub sliding down over the heavy sac with a stroke that made her splay her legs open a bit. To her utter horror she felt the wetness being pushed out along the tip of the finger probing her, the wet feel of it smearing along the finger humiliating her. She couldn't stop it, there was no helping the fact that her body was reacting to the probing little push and shove. She hated it, hated the way it made her feel, but there was nothing she could do to make her new body behave the way she thought it should. Her cheeks burning a hot deep red as the pinky finger slowly drew back, the wet strands clinging to it before pulled away and she let out a low groan.

"I bet you're not used to that." She laughed a little to herself. "But I didn't come here to do that, we were told we get to have your first bucket of milk to make up for all the problems you've caused our family."

It was a relief to not have the finger probing her, but the announcement about the milk made her shift nervously. She was well aware of the weight between her hind legs, uncomfortably aware of the fact that it was swinging around and brushing against her inner thighs while she did her best to get away from her sister. Pricilla wiped her fingers off along the curve of her haunch, leaving a damning wet smear about how her body was betraying her. She couldn't get far away before her side was bumping against the side of a wall while the girl went to get a bucket from the stack that was tucked away in a corner, the wooden thing clunking hollowly as she brought it over to Ajax with a smile on her face, an eager smile. She tensed up and let out a noise, shaking her head back and forth wildly, she didn't want that part of her body touched, she'd already been humiliated enough.

"Oh you don't want a stranger to come and do this, do you?" Pricilla asked with a slight frown. "At least you can trust me to be gentle and it's the least you can do. You know Father will have to work twice as hard to cover up for you being missing."

_If he had fought maybe we would have had enough to actually win! _She refused to feel guilty as the hand's moved down and brushed against her side, the bucket tossed down under her so that she jerked a bit.

Her sister didn't stop to give her time to think, instead she crouched down easily just like she did at home with their old cow Nanny. The hands slid along the line of her belly and suddenly slipped up right against her heavy hanging milk sack. The fingers were light, stroking a little bit right along the line of the skin, making her shiver a little bit, it felt sensitive, too sensitive, uncomfortable as it trailed from the base and ran towards the tips of her nipples. She'd never had an udder in her life, and the sensations it was causing made her shudder in place as the hands slipped down either side and jostled the full swollen udder, pressing inwards a little bit with a flex that had her lifting up a hind hoof and stomping it back down again. She was mortified to be touched this way, especially by her sister, but the embarrassment only increased as the hands moved down towards the jutting teats that tipped the heavy milk sack.

She wasn't rough, perhaps it would have been better if they were rough, at least it would have offered her a distraction as the grip squeezed along the teats and gave a pull downwards. It started right at the apex of them and ran down against the thick nubs, dragging as the fingers kneaded and made her startle with a feeling of pressure building up right down the full length towards the tips before moving up again. The fingers pushed up against the underside of the heavy swinging sack, jostling it slightly before the draw down glutted the milk ducts that ran down the length of the teats. The pull made it all rush up towards the tips until it was nearly painful as the fingers kneaded and gave another powerful squeeze downwards. The drag happened again, coaxing the stream of milk down until there was a burst of pressure and relief before she heard the stream hitting down in the bucket with a hollow noise.

Ajax's cheeks burned as the milk was being pulled out from the other teat as well, filling the bucket in a warm frothy spill before the next one was tugged with a professional touch of someone who had been doing this every day for years. They were firm and pulled down again, pumping and squeezing, kneading along the nipples as another stream filled the bucket and relieved some of the pressure in her aching udder. She pulled her ears flat down to her head, tensing up and trying not to look back as the next squeeze was a bit harder, the pull dragging down with a firm pull that built up the pressure and let it erupt from the very tip. Her breathing came in short bursts, chest rising and falling, swallowing down a noise in her throat when the next pull dragged all the way down, her nipples feeling reddened and sensitive.

"Oh!" Pricilla exclaimed and released her teats to lift up the bucket. "Just look at how thick and creamy your milk is, Nanny never gives anything like this."

_I don't care! _ Ajax kept her head aimed forward to not look back, but the bucket was brought up for her to look, the girl dipping a finger in to bring it up into view.

"You've really been made into a prize, if you were entirely a cow I bet you'd be worth your weight in gold." She commented, the finger covered in thick cream, some dribbling down to the bucket messily. "And you've already got the bucket a quarter full, I bet you're able to fill up the whole thing with just a little work."

She flushed, shaking her head a bit, but her sister was too excited about the quality of the milk she was giving. Just thinking that she was the one that was giving up the milk horrified her, but there was nothing she could do to get away. Her sister replaced the bucket and dropped down to an easy crouch and reached under to grab her teats again. She swallowed and shuddered as the fingers pumped against her, pulling and dragging downwards with a smooth stroke only to move back up again to get the stream moving. It was a relief, her udder felt so tender and sensitive that they hurt, but as the pressure was relieved she was able to let out a soft sigh, stream after stream of the length pumping out with a short tug. The hold was a bit painful stroking over her slippery nipples, the slow kneading squeezes working over her to get another burst of milk to flood the bucket, the frothy liquid rising ever higher as she was worked.

Pricilla's head pressed against her side firmly, resting there as she worked, her hands firmly moving along the tips of her teats steadily, the stream flooding the bucket over and over again. It was a steady loud noise, the splatter and rush, feeling the tug and pressure as some of the aching fullness being drained off and the swollen udder growing looser by the moment. She didn't want to enjoy it, but Ajax couldn't keep herself from relaxing in the way that she was being milked and pumped, the fingers constantly working against the tips, pulling down and reddening the tips of her nipples as the milk was pulled and drawn through the milk ducts. Her nostrils flaring a little as she hunched up a hind leg, stomping the hoof against the ground with a short rough movement, jostling and arching her back higher up in the air before there was another streamer of milk flooding out into the bucket and filling it, raising the line.

It seemed like forever until the hands finally slowed down. Her nipples hot and warm feeling, but the ache of her udder finally fading to a point that she was able to feel some humiliated relief while her sister stood up with a pat right against her haunch. She flinched a little bit, trying to edge away from the fingers that rubbed against her, but she just mashed herself a bit further against the wall so she didn't have a chance to do more than flinch. She couldn't stop herself from looking back as the bucket was lifting up, the milk filling all the way up to the rim, so filled up that it streamed right over the edge a little bit, frothy and thick. It was more like thick cream than real milk, making her ears burn, her cheeks throb as she looked away.

"You're far better than old Nanny, I bet Mother will reconsider helping you once she sees what help you can give us. Just imagine, father will be able to make any number of things from the milk. Maybe even a good cheese!" Pricilla brightened a little bit as she brought up the idea and Ajax groaned. "Oh don't be so dramatic, just be happy you're finally doing some good instead of just causing trouble."

She couldn't answer, she could only glare at her sister as the girl walked out with the full brimming bucket. She couldn't even arrange her own thoughts into a good pattern before the someone went past her sister and came into the barn. The farm owner that lived down the lane from her parents gave a grin as he stepped in and went immediately for the buckets, his eyes sliding over her body and right down to the udder seated between her haunches.

"Looks like you still got a fair bit, you owe me for the broken fence last fall." He announced, making Ajax's eyes widen a little bit. "A bit of milk will at least help that debt, eh girl?"

Oh gods no..

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ajax found her life one of being forced to care for the village in terms of milk day after day. She knew cattle well enough to know that she shouldn't have been producing so much milk, she should have dried up eventually, but day after day she woke up with her udder filled to the brim and each evening it swollen to the point of agony. It was often a relief when they came to milk her and she stopped struggling, even if it was humiliating. The village didn't sympathize with her, they didn't look at her, they were ashamed for her and embarrassed by her. They did nothing to help her, instead they ignored that she even existed unless they were coming for her milk. And oh how they came, she was a free source of something that was a rarity on the island and they were greedy for it no matter that she was one of their own kind that had been turned into such a creature. She tried not to let herself feel defeated, she even tried to talk occasionally, but all too often she was gagged so she could only try to gesture and move her head to communicate.

The few times she was able to speak, she tried to be passionate, she tried to use her state as a reason for them to revolt. What sort of priestess would turn a human into this thing? How could they follow someone that took delight in human torment? She spoke of everything that she believed was worth fighting for, but each time they turned away from and seemed uncomfortable at the very idea that she was trying to rally them. Their eyes didn't have fire or fight, but an uncomfortable shift that kept them from looking straight at her. A few had even gone so far as to snap at her and tell her she had quite enough, that the only reason she was alive was due to the grace of the centaurs not wishing more bloodshed. That had been a real blow, they defended the very creatures that were all but masters to the entire human race. They cared nothing for their own freedom.

For an entire week she was kept in the small stable and fed rich heavy grains and constantly milked, only taken out and removed to a small pen when it came time to clean her stall. How humiliating that she was forced to leave her waist in a pile of the stall instead of relieving herself properly in another area! She didn't know how long she could stand it as another week started and she was once again milked and tended with a cursory fashion. She didn't feel defeated, she refused to give them the satisfaction of defeating her. Instead, she kept repeating the names and faces of the dead in her mind, doing her best to make sure that she was able to remember why she was doing this. It wasn't her fault they had died, it was her fault that the revolution wasn't continuing, she would find a way to revive it, spark the flames and put the half-horses back in their place.

"You're sure that it's alright." A nervous voice brought her ears back, snapping tight as the door to the barn was swung open and the sound of footsteps came in. She knew that voice. "I.. I don't know if I can see him... her like this."

"Don't worry, Sylvie, you don't have to worry about anything. You heard what the priestess said, those that she hurt the worst should profit the most." Another familiar voice answered, smug and rich with barely hidden amusement. Ajax's stomach dropped and she swung her head around to see who came into the stable.

Sylvia. Her heart nearly gave out seeing the lovely young woman who came in, her hands filled with what looked like leather and buckles, her eyes averted and refusing to look directly at the changed former boy. She had been courting the girl for nearly a year, her soft sweet singing voice had made him fall into easy love with her and she had been smitten from that moment on. She had put so much effort into getting close to her, doing everything to get her away from the other young men interested in her, promising everything that she had if only Sylvie would be hers and hers alone. Ajax swallowed a lump in her throat at seeing the familiar and beloved form standing beside the brawny blacksmith's son, the heavy bodied boy's swarthy featured worked up into a smile that was triumphant as he made a point to brush her shoulder with a hand. She didn't shy away, nor look up and Ajax let out a breath and shifted, cloven hooves thudding under, her filled udder brushing her inner thighs. Marcus was nearly vibrating with his delight at seeing his rival put into such a position.

"Sylvie.." Ajax whispered her name, unable to do more as the back of the stall was opened up with a scrape of wood on wood.

"Now, let's not start that." Marcus answered and paused a little, Sylvia jerked her eyes up towards Ajax and flinched a little bit. "It's not fair to do more than you've already done to her, you've shamed her deeply with your actions."

"I didn't mean to!" She answered, turning her awkwardly large body around, but the young man was stepping into the stall, forcing her backwards. "Sylvie, please! It wasn't meant to hurt you, but to have a better life for ourselves, our children!"

"I begged you not too." Sylvia whispered, her voice soft and bitter as she did so, making Ajax want to cry, but she didn't move towards him, instead she handed the bundle of leather towards Marcus.

"I don't think we need any tearful reunions, today is about our happy day and not dwelling over the past." Marcus spoke to her, his voice a warm purr. "Let's put this part of your life to rest, a closing to it all."

"Wait.. Sylvie! Please, just talk to me, we can work this-" Ajax swung all the way around, facing the blacksmith as she tried to get past him, but the muscular young man only reached up and grabbed his chin roughly.

"You have nothing to work out, Ajax, you're an animal now. You've been punished and the gods themselves have turned away from you." Marcus' voice was a growl and suddenly her head was forced down low. "Be thankful they left you alive."

"Hey! Stop!" She stepped backwards, but the hands gripped her roughly and a bit of leather was freed up from the man's arm and flung up towards her shoulders and head.

The former boy didn't have the reflexes or chance to get away as the grip on her head remained hard and the leather pieces were pulled up and over the line of her forehead. Her ears snapped down flat to her head as she tried to get back, but the hand only reached up and pinched roughly on her nose to make her cry out as the straps were worked behind her ear and forehead. Belatedly she realized that it was some sort of bridle, but it had been customized with new holes punched in fresh along the cheek straps so they were short and more fitting for a human head. There was even a set of blinders that completely removed her peripheral vision and left her staring straight at her former rival. The thick leather band pushed right along her nose and the cheek bands bounced against her while she tried to get her head free, only to have something hard and metal shove right up against her lips. She didn't have to look or feel to know it was a bit, a pitted old bit that made her nostrils flare at the scent of old equine left on it.

She sealed her lips, trying her best to get free, but the young man grabbed her nose and twisted slightly, causing her to cry out in shocked pain, her lips opening enough to send the metal bit plunging into her muzzle with a clatter right against her teeth painfully. She tried to close them again, but only bit into the metal as the bridle was tightened on her head and pulled back so that she felt the bite of leather along her cheeks. She side stepped, her heavy haunches crashed against the side of the stall as she let out a muffled protest, trying to free her bound arms so she could pull the bridle off, but Marcus was already moving to fling the reins behind her back and tied it off right behind her back, the long strands hitting her muscular front legs.

"Bring the harness proper, my dear, we'll want to get her into it before she fusses enough to actually damage temple property." Marcus smiled back at Sylvie, the girl staring at Ajax with wide eyes, as if disbelieving.

Heat rushed to the former boy's face, the flush spreading over her cheeks as the girl brought the rest of the leather forward and offered it up. She didn't have to study it to know that it was a modified harness. It was the sort used by oxen, but it had obviously had to be adjusted for the body of a cow and she realized that they weren't just here to torment her with the fact Marcus had swooped in to claim her, they were going to do something with her. She backed herself up until her squared rump cheeks and full udder were shoved up against the corner of the stall, but the boy didn't seem to mind. Instead he walked to one side, escaping her limited vision , to throw the harness right over Ajax's back with a practiced hand of someone who had been dealing with harnesses since he had been a child. She tried to buck it off, but her body wasn't made to buck like a horse, it was more like an awkward hump and jump that made her gasp when her udder was flung about.

She had never been more defeated as she was when the rough boy's hands began to fasten her into the harness. She could feel Sylvie watching, her frightened and unhappy expression slowly shifting to anger as she watched Ajax being fitted like a horse. She did her best not to look directly at the girl she had loved so deeply, instead the cow-taur stared at the wall as the harness was tugged and pulled over her. The leather pulling tightly over her waist where the human skin touched the cow hide, squeezed down tightly enough that she let out a shocked noise and jerked backwards before the young man pulled the straps down the length of her back. The fight left her, she didn't want to struggle and slur out words, what would it do? Having Sylvie watching it all simply made it too hard to do anything more than ignore the way she looked at her as she was bound up.

The harness ran along her sides and right down the length of her back, pulled into place and moved about from one side to the other before it was firmly fastened up. The bands that ran along the bovine chest were all situated perfectly, as if they had been made to fit her and only her, each one pulled tight. Another band ran right behind her rump and it even had a loop that her tail was forced through. It was a relief that none of them rubbed or shoved against her swollen udders, the only thing about the situation that was a relief as Marcus made sure of the fit while walking around her. She shrank away from the feel of the hands against her body, the gripping clutching hold that kept her in place and moved her when he need her too. The very fact that Marcus was touching her was humiliating enough already, he just seemed to enjoy it to an obscene point as he reached for the bridle and the reins hanging down, taking them firmly.

"Come along, we've got quite a bit to move today, and it is the least you can do to help Sylvie after humiliating her with your actions." Marcus spoke with a laugh, pulling at the reins so the bit rattled against her teeth roughly. "Don't worry, love, I promise we'll be done soon. And you can forget Ajax entirely, after all, it'll be clear that she's little more than another bit of livestock for our village, to be used by those who have need of her. Anyone who has need of her."

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Come on! Let's go!" The clucking voice was loud in Ajax's ears as there was a snap of leather along the line of her back, the reins hitting firmly against the line of her shoulders.

The cart behind her was loud and rattling, the sound of the wheels creaked as she was forced to step forward, her head lowered in absolute shame and defeat. Her cheeks were burning a hot red, eyes fixated on the ground in front of her and suddenly glad of the fact that she had blinders on the bridle that had been wrapped on her head. She could simply stare out at the ground instead of the people she knew were looking at her, staring at the sight of her bound body hauling the cart across the town. It wasn't even that large, nor hard for her to pull along even with two people sitting in it, but what it symbolized made it feel so much heavier than it really was.

She had been taken out and hooked up to it, her protests had faded every time she looked over at her former betrothed, the woman's eyes on her kept her from wanting to do anything more than look away. The emotions seemed to change, her hurt and embarrassment had shifted to sorrow and then to anger, and then to satisfaction. They had played across the lovely face one at a time, leaving her caught in the crossfire of their regard. The former boy didn't know what emotions she wanted to see from her eyes, but she struck him to the core as she pulled the cart through the village from the temple. She had been forced to haul the cart to a house she knew well, Sylvie's home, and it had been a blow to be forced to stand there harness to the cart like a bit of livestock as Marcus packed her things in the small light cart. He took pride talking as he did so, speaking of the house that his family had built, what he had planned for them in the start of their new lives.

She had barely waited a week before finding someone new, she hadn't even given her a chance to find a way back to her rightful body, she had simply moved on. She had dreamed of a life together, but now she was faced with the understanding that the girl dreamed of a life as something else, the wife to a black smith of all things. She was seething and humiliated while she leaned forward in the cart and pulled it along behind her, the wheels rattling and clattering loudly as she pulled against the harness and hauled it forward step by slow step.

"Ahh look at her, far better in this guise, isn't she?" Marcus commented as the reins lightly flopped along the former boy's back, dancing this way and that. "I think you will find that the home my father has arranged for us is quite lovely, we're backed up right near a pasture where we can keep our own livestock once we have them and there's even a small forge where I can work."

"She does seem like she belongs there." Sylvia's voice was a bit stiff and angry, making Ajax flex a little bit, her ears drooping down. "I can't believe I was ever fooled into thinking she loved me."

"She doesn't love anyone but her own attempt to gain power, now you can see the truth of her, hmm?" Marcus gave the reins a snap, the crack against the line of her back caused her to jump forward, scrabbling a little bit to pick up the pace. "I should have fought harder for you, but you seemed so happy with Ajax I decided to leave things as they were for the sake of your happiness."

"I never could have been happy with her." Sylvie's voice was a soft murmur, her anger leaking away and shifting when she continued. "You were the one that should have always won my hand, not him."

Ajax tried to keep her mind away from the chatter and sounds of their warm tender voices, her jealousy seethed beneath the surface as she moved in an awkward amble forward. As she did so, she became painfully aware of the fact that her udder was bouncing right along with her. She had never felt anything like it, but the heavy swaying thing bumped against the line of her inner thighs, jostled and jiggled roughly as it batted in ways that made her walk a little awkwardly and slow her pace from an awkward trot and shifted to a smooth walk. Her cheeks were burning, hoping that no one had looked while she had been trotting along with her udder bouncing around wildly beneath her. There was no way for her to keep it hidden from sight, though she longed to find a way to do just that. It had started to grow heavier throughout the day, her milk starting to refill from her earlier milking.

She was only allowed to move at a walk for the span of a few steps before the reins clicked her again, a sharp snap that stung her back and caused her to jerk her head against the bridle, letting out a low cry as her ears held tight to her head. She ambled forward in a short trot forward, the udders swinging forward to slap upwards with the rocking movement, her teats wiggling and jiggling in the most embarrassing fashion ever. Every time she jumped forward in the trot she felt the heavy sac slapping up against her inner thighs, hitting either side roughly so that she was forced to try and walk with her legs splayed open wide to keep them from being slapped around. It was awkward, she struggled and waddled oddly, but at least it worked so that her swollen puffy udder wasn't hitting her inner thighs and tormenting her.

"Her gait is so ugly, though I suppose cows are the most ungraceful creatures on earth." Marcus commented bitingly, the comment causing Ajax to muffle an angry noise before the reins cracked down again.

She tried to jump forward in a controlled gait, but the moment she did her udder slapped forward under her chest and part of her belly. The teats were jostling around, she could feel them at times bumping against her legs as she moved them, nearly kicking herself as the worst pain was right at the top portion where the udder clung to her underbelly. She was waddling and trying to swing her legs open wider, but she couldn't manage that and still walk forward with any amount of success. The harness was pulled tight along the line of her chest and sides, pulling and digging the buckles against her straining body as she moved up the start of a small hill. A few people had stopped within the line of her vision and looked at her, two centaurs smiling with a tightness on the features while the humans imply looked at her. They didn't linger on watching her, they only looked for a long moment and then looked away, they were embarrassed for her.

She leaned forward as the hill put more pressure against her harness, the cart growing heavier with the gravity she was fighting against while she dug her cloven hooves down. She had only part of her mind on the chore at hand, the rest of her mind was miserable as she felt the skin stretching taut and growing warmer. The smooth sleek flesh soon feeling over full as the pulsing heat continued to build up. It became more than just a simple torment the times that the udder hit against her inner thighs. There was an ache building, it was so tender that she was feeling as if she were going to leak milk at any moment as the pressure built up all the way down towards the apex of her teats. She started to work faster as the reins commanded her, but it was only growing worse as she splayed her legs open wide, making sure that she wasn't going to accidentally kick herself.

The cart reached the top of the hill finally, the pain and ache beating against her as she was given no time to pause, but simply forced down the other side and towards a small cottage set back against the back of the field. The jostle swung her udders forward as she made her way down, sides rising and falling rapidly as she panted shallow and flared her nostrils unhappily. Why were they doing this? Why couldn't they have just let her alone to suffer however she had been changed with being milked. Instead, she was forced to listen to the sound of the pair talking about their new home, the coy familiar tone to her former betrothed voice was a slash of icy cold water meant to demoralize her. She came down to the end of the hill and began to haul forward again, throwing her weight against it while the young man urged her on.

"I suppose this is why you never see our cows hauling carts, she's already panting like she's out of breath." Marcus commented without a hint of sympathy in his voice. Instead, it was mocking her as she made her way to the bottom of the hill.

"Perhaps she's just not used to real work. She was always fond of making everyone do things for her instead of working herself." Sylvie's voice was biting, the accusation making Ajax twitch a little bit as she kept up her awkward waddle run.

That hadn't been a fair comment, she had always done her share of work! The way that her former betrothed smoke had made it a flung insult, taunting her with the fact that she didn't 'do anything', it was unbearable. She wanted to let out a protest, but she only grimly dug her teeth against the bit and kept her silence. Her muffled and slurred voice wouldn't win her any points at all. Her legs were swung open wide as there was a slap of the fleshy udder bouncing against her, it was growing more painful by the moment. The swollen state making her entire lower body feel warm and vulnerable as the harness was digging in along the line of the sides and shoulders. The strain pulling forward with a few thuds of her hooves as the reins were turned to one side, pulling to send her going up the little lane to the modest cottage that was awaiting all three of them.

The former boy didn't want to see the cottage, she knew what it was. Marcus had always boasted that his father had bought him a home for as soon as he had found a wife. It had been his main point when trying to seduce Sylvia, always telling her that he was ready to start a life and a family. Ajax had won with passion, but now her eyes were fixated on the little house with the modest garden that was tucked to one side. The glimpse of the inside clean and open with a table set up and waiting to be fixed. It wasn't rich and large, but it was elegantly built, the perfect starting point for a young couple just starting their lives and Ajax was forced to bring his former bride to the front door. The wheels slowing as the reins dragged back to bring her to a stop, turning her eyes to look at the open door, shifting her hooves while her aching udder throbbed between her hind legs.

"Your new home, my love, it will everything you can possibly want." Marcus spoke while the cart rattled behind her, she could hear the young man getting out.

"It's lovely.." Sylvie's voice was warm, a familiar gentleness to it that made Ajax's heart tighten painfully. The former boy turned her head, she couldn't stop herself, looking behind her at the young lovers who were stepping out of the carriage, her hand sliding along Marcus' tenderly. "I didn't realize it was so beautiful."

"Nothing is too good for you, Sylvie." Marcus answered and drew her in close, making Ajax's heart starting to leap up a bit faster. "You won't have to worry about me disgracing or leaving you for my own ambitions, not now or ever..."

_I didn't leave her! I was trying to make things better for her! _ She tried to protest, a noise escaping her lips as the girl was pushed back against her warm sleek side, the gentle press of her body familiar as she squirmed.

Ajax couldn't do anything to draw the girls' attention to her bound body, her eyes were on Marcus as the boy deliberately leaned forward to kiss her. His attention wasn't on her face, not when their tongues slipped out in an intimate kiss that she had once given to Ajax, the boy's eyes were locked on his former rival, making sure the cow was watching. There was no hope of looking away, she felt pinned in place as the young man kept staring at her while his hands cupped the curve of his lover's hips and drew her in close, making his claim clear in the clearest way possible. Ajax dragged her eyes away from the sight, ears drooping low, hearing the moist sounds of lips working against one another and felt the warm body pressing firmly against her side and hip, making her an unwilling partial participant in their defining moment.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Oh ho, so this is where you wanted to go!" Ajax awoke to the sound of a male voice and the clatter of hooves, an unfamiliar sound in the middle of the night. She blinked slowly, her ears swinging around on her head while she shifted and saw a lamp glowing faintly, well shielded so it didn't cast that much light. "I thought you were going out to the stable proper."

It was dark, so dark that she knew it was the wee hours of the morning. There was nothing in the temple lit, there was no sound of bells or the early morning chores being done. She had never been disturbed at night before, it was the one time of day she could be left to herself, though as of late her restless nights had been long and punctuated with times she ended up pacing in her stall awkwardly. There was no reason for anyone to be out here so late, not for any good reason at least, her ears folded tight to her head and she tried to see through the shadows and the half-light from the shielded lamp.

"Why would I go there?" Priscilla answered primly and that brought Ajax swinging all the way around, her udder bumping roughly between her legs. Her sister hadn't been here in days! "I want to know how it all works, I think it's the least that my brother can do to help me."

"Really now?" The masculine voice answered while Ajax picked out the two shapes.

One was obviously her sister, the familiar shape undeniable and standing holding the lantern, but beside her was a stranger. A centaur stranger. Judging by size and shape it was obviously one of the younger stallions, sleekly built with the muscled body just growing into his own as he towered above Priscilla with his head aimed right towards Ajax. She had no idea what the colts name was, only that she was dumb struck seeing him beside the girl who hung the lantern up to reveal a little smile on her face. Ajax shifted the gag in her mouth a little, her tongue pushing against it uncomfortably, a gag that had been pushed in the day before when she'd tried to, once more, to rally someone to her cause or at least someone that might aid her by becoming the voice she needed.

"Why not?" Priscilla stepped closer as the centaur followed behind her, the dull thud of the hood loud as Ajax tried to puzzle out what was happening, and why. "They're talking about setting her up with a bull, what a waste when we have need of her, love."

_Love?! _ Ajax stiffened and her eyes snapped to the pair as she got a better look at the centaur following her sister.

He was young, yes, but well built and vaguely familiar as he stood in the room with his ears pricked up and his eyes sliding over her in such a way that made her want to back up into the back of the stall. His hair was a thick mix of red and white, though it was pulled back into a pony tail, while his body continued the pattern of bold colors that ran along either side of his chest and down along his haunches. He was watching her so carefully that she could almost feel his eyes penetrating her, looking down along her body so that she tried to hide from him by hunching backwards before her sister came forward and ducked into the stall with barely a greeting. Her eyes were unnaturally bright and eager, frightening looking to the former boy who gestured with her head at the centaur. What was she doing here with one of THEM?!

"She isn't you, but I suppose if you're keeping it in the family it isn't really cheating." The centaur spoke slowly as Priscilla came cup to Ajax with a length of rope in one hand. "Though, you do realize that if she's in season there's a chance that my doing this to her might make her turn up pregnant."

"Yes, but, it's not really cheating the way you think it is. It's not as if you're sneaking behind my back either, Archadie." Priscilla answered, turning her head with a smile that almost looked shy. "I can't tell my parents we're going to wed if I don't know if you're even going to.. um.. fit."

She giggled, she actually giggled while Ajax stared at her in affront while she felt a rope looping right along one of her forelegs before she could stop it. She jerked the leg belatedly while still reeling from the offhand comment that she was going to wed a CENTAUR. The very idea violated everything she believed in and fought for. The boy was half animal! How could she even think that wedding him was an option? Everyone knew that the beasts with human women only wed them because they were deviants looking at another species for their pleasure. It wasn't unheard of, but every time it happened she felt disgust for a human woman that would even let that bestial creature do anything to their bodies! She muffled an angry noise as her sister grabbed the rope around her foreleg, drawing it tight above her cloven hoof.

"As long as we don't tell them we were practicing with your broth.. Well your sister, I suppose." Archadie, laughed and stepped up to the stall, looking her ever with interest. "Mmm wish she had breasts to match those udders, though."

"Hold still!" Priscilla admonished and pulled at the rope bound around Ajax's leg before responding to the stallion. "I don't, I don't need you chasing off after her instead of me."

There was a low laugh from the male, amused as he leaned over the edge of the stall wall to let his eyes move over to her sister. It made her pin her ears back and let out a muffled noise, jerking and trying to drop her foreleg back down again, but the girl was already moving to swing the rope right along the bovine hard shoulders with a firm tug. The hard pinch and rasp of the rope abraded the edges while she did her best to jerk free, hobbling about in a circle as the length was tied around her waist, forcing her cloven hoof all the way up beneath her belly so that she was entirely off balance on three legs, her movements hitching and slow, uncomfortable before her sister teased a finger right down the line of her back, rubbing lightly in a way that was not at all a familial touch. The former boy let out a noise, but it was muffled roughly around the gag, nearly being choked out when she felt one hand sliding down to her full udder.

"Oh I wouldn't go after a cow, not unless you were involved." Archadie winked and shifted with a thud of his hind hooves. "She's small enough that it'll give you a good idea what you'll be enjoying for our wedding night, love, but you'll want to get her stretched first. Remember, I'm very much like a stallion down there and bulls are very thin."

"Wath!" Ajax tried to protest, stumping backwards on three legs while her sister moved down the line of her body.

"Mmm I can do that." She answered and gave a push that made the cow'taur struggle as she was shifted around, her hooves tripping over one another from the shove. "I've been wondering if she's just as.. stretchy as a real cow."

The words were barely making sense as Ajax tried to get away, she knew enough to realize that they were talking about letting the centaur mount her for her sister to watch! She tried to get away, the three legs making her movements jerky as her sister pushed her around, easily swinging her haunches around with a shove. She couldn't keep her balance with only three legs, it was impossible, she was nearly falling over as her haunches were turned around to face the centaur behind her. Priscilla ignored the protests, instead, the girl pulled out more rope and used the length to tie the rope around her waist to the side of the stall, forcing her snugly against it with her haunches pointing at the young stallion watching it all. She kept her tail clamped down tight between her legs, doing her best to hide herself while the slender girl slipped along the line of her haunches. The fingers trailing right along the back of her tail to make her kick out angrily, hitting up against the stall wall as her sister moved down towards her haunches.

"Easy, Ajax, just relax. Don't you want to finally behave like a good big brother and help me? You can't just act up like this, not unless you want to end up taking Archadie without any help?" She asked and gave a little tickle against the base of Ajax's tail. "Maybe that's what you really want, is that why you hate centaurs? Because you can't seduce one of the stallions."

Archadie actually laughed as if it was a lovely joke, the sound mocking her as the fingers slipped down and beneath the ropey length of her tail. She tried to keep it down, letting out a muffled noise of shock as the fingers slipped down and started to push beneath the length before the other hand caught the ropey appendage firmly. She tried to hold it down, but the grip pulled the length up so she had to raise it, her haunches tensing up as her sister's fingers flicked down along the line of her inner thighs. The light caress causing her entire body to tense up in shock as she jerked and snapped her tail down, it refused to budge, it was pinned in place while her sister's fingers lightly began to rub along the puffy length of her vulva, sending an unwilling tremor running down the length of her body, it wasn't a shiver of disgust.

The finger pads traced lightly along the soft puffy folds, gently running just between the swell of her inner lips to make her grunt out, her cheeks going hot angry red as the thumb rubbed between her spread vulva. It wasn't a rough touch, it was a light stroke that trailed up and down over places she had never had as a boy, caressing over her to make her body react, flaring hot while her heart began to pound loudly in her own ears, struggling to find a way to get away, hunching forward as the thumb pushed right up and glided along the nub of her clit, suddenly tracing in a circle that made her cry out. She muffled the noise in the gag as the stroke rubbed back and forth, teasing her as her muscles bunched up tightly while she shook her head back and forth. She lifted a hind hoof to kick, but stumbled as her forcibly raised foreleg made her too unbalanced to manage. The finger curled along the puffy nub and rubbed lightly, fluttering faster to send a flush of heat through her body, her puffy passage clutching around nothing inside of her in response.

"Mmm oh look, you're getting wet.." She taunted and curled her finger tip down, suddenly pushing and nestling right along the tender opening of her cunny and began to push inwards. "Maybe you are thinking about Archadie."

"Or she's in season, maybe the little cow is ready to be bred and just needs a little help." The centaur offered, his voice a little rough while Ajax was forced to feel the finger pushing into her aching virginal body.

She called out again, the sound rough and frantic as the digits curled within her passage and gave a slow drag and push, rubbing through the slick silky walls as her hips hunched forward in response. It was a slow penetration, pushing the lips wider and wider as her muscles clenched down instinctively, unable to stop herself while her sister moved further behind her. She could feel her arousal clinging along the tips of the fingers, wet and messy as the gentle probes worked inwards and then pulled back again, letting her hear the wet squelch as her walls were stretched open wider from the attention. The stallion rumbled a little bit, his hooves thudding against the ground while the movements as she heard the door being opened behind her. Ajax jerked her eyes back, eyes bulging a little bit to see the glossy paint stallion walking in and sliding a hand around the waist of her sister.

She groaned out as another finger began to push into her passage, swallowing around the fingers that rubbed through her while the push forward began to move with a bit deeper. She shuddered, another finger wedging to join the first too, working against her and pushing out the wetness with a wet sound. Her arousal was clinging to the digits, she couldn't stop herself, there was no escaping the feel of the finger tips curling against her with a slow drag. It was making her feel warm, her body tensing and shuddering as she watched the stallion slide his hands down along her sister's waist, kissing along her neck heatedly and sidling up to the point that Ajax was faced with the fact that a long fleshy length was hanging down just beneath the broad barrel. Not all the way, just a few swollen inches were bobbing back and forth as his hand trailed up towards Priscilla's breasts, kneading gently to make the girl moan. A moan that was followed with a rough noise of shock as the hand began to push harder against her puffy vulva.

She splayed her hind legs, she couldn't stop herself, her body suckling around the fingers instinctively as the hand pushed forward, putting pressure behind the movement while her sister cried out softly in pleasure. The noise was an affront that made her ears burn, humiliated that she was being touched by the centaur, her own flesh and blood enjoying it! But she had little room to talk when the fingers began to sink into her body and stretch her open wider. The ridge of the knuckles kissed right up against the outer edge of her vulva and nestled inwards, the wetness pushing out messily, she could hear it as she sucked in frantic panting breaths. She couldn't stop herself! She did her best to stifle her reactions, to make her body behave, but it wasn't, the hand slipped into her tender passage and stretched her open wide before she could prevent it. She shuddered and swallowed down a breath, her heart beating faster before opening her eyes to see the stallion's hands pushed into his sister's shirt. The rough fingers kneading and rubbing against the bare breasts possessively while kissing along her neck, his eyes rolled up to watch her haunches as she did so.

She grunted out unhappily as the fingers pushed deeper into her passage, and then turned into a whimper as the slow drag out caressed through her. Her body was stretching wide, gaping open around her sister's wrists as the fingers slid and rubbed through her lightly, seeking out new places to flutter and tease, making her walls clutch around her. Ajax felt on fire, her body throbbing and uncomfortably wanting as she pushed back against the arm and watched as the stallion's cock dropped down further. The mottled length swung back and forth messily, the tip drooling out hot smears of precum to the ground as he molested her sister shamelessly. It was so wrong, it was sick! She wanted to try and drive the taur away, but her body was caught up in the feel of the fingers plunging in deep and suddenly making her cry out.

"Oh she's so wet.." Priscilla said, her breathing coming in a little burst while the slow pull backwards, wet strands clinging to her wrist. "She's squeezing around my hand, I bet she's been needing this for a long time."

"Mmhmm, need little cow just wants herself stuffed full a fine foal, doesn't she?" Archadie answered, his voice rough as one hand pulled up along the tip of her nipple, making Priscilla moan out softly. "You think she can handle me?"

"I think she's more than happy to try." She answered while Ajax groaned out, her body arching slightly as the hand drew backwards with a wet slippery noise. "She's such a messy cow, I thought for sure she'd not want this."

"You know how livestock is, they know when they need a good deep rutting." The young stallion rumbled and slid his hand free, rubbing it under her chin.

The fingers slipped from her with a wet popping noise, her puffy glistening cunny left exposed beneath her tail as her sister moved back. The wet fat lips were coated in a smear of hot arousal that drooled down right along the inner thighs, running along the back of her udder as she closed her eyes tightly. She felt humiliated and exposed while the fingers ran gently over her puffy outer lips, light strokes and teases that made her twitch her tail, jerking it slightly before the other hand slid along the curve of her side with a gentle rub that made her eyes open again. The hoof beats were Ajax's only warning about what was going to happen, she swallowed and let out a muffled squeal before jumping forward when two rough masculine hands pushed against her haunches and slid upwards. The gentle push rubbed upwards while she felt the stallion stroking her, rubbing mockingly as the former boy's legs were trapped, she couldn't even kick. Her eyes swung back wildly, looking to see her sister pressed against the side of her haunch, holding her tail out of the way before the stallion reared up with a grunt, forelegs sliding right along her barrel.

"Mmph, easy girl, just relax.." He said, his hands reaching out to grab her bare shoulders. "Damn, she's shaking."

"I bet she's just excited to get what she really needs." Priscilla said, her voice a little breathy before the legs clutched harder against Ajax's hips. "Oh.. you're so warm feeling."

"D-don't rub my tip too much, love, I don't want to just paint her hips, you're supposed to see how I fit inside of her." The stallion shuddered and walked forward, the weight pushing harder to make the cow'taur splay her hind legs open wide. "Just help aim me."

"MMMPH!!!" Ajax's eyes spread wide, bulging slightly as she jumped and jerked in place as the forelegs curled up near her forelegs, the bare chest pressed against her back tightly before something pushed forward to rub right along her inner hind legs.

The shaft was monstrous, she had seen it, the sheer size terrifying in the extreme and now it was nuzzling up against her puffy cunny lips and smearing preucm out with a hot smear of wetness trickling down. She hobbled and attempted to get away, jerking and stumbling before a hand moved to press against her lips and pushing the glans right up against her vulnerable body. She wanted to get away, she tried to fall back, her hips ducking down, but the movement only jabbed the shaft upwards right against her puffy outer lips. It was a sudden jerk forward that had her squealing out, digging her teeth down against the gag in rough noise as the cock tip crammed forward and stuffed her soft lips open to wrap round him, punching up against her passage and wedging inwards as she bucked and tried to throw him off with an angry noise, eyes bulging open wide as she felt him digging his way into her passage.

The hot smearing precum bubbled up from the tip and was flung into her body, wet and syrupy feeling as she heard her sister letting out a noise while the length squeezed into her body. Her tender walls stretched open wider and wider as she was struggling to hold him, walls closing down tightly as precum pumped out again to smear through her. The wet squelching noise of the cock rang in her ears as he kept stuffing inwards with a steady shove that was sliding deeper, catching through her inner walls as the silky soft mound was stretched obscenely wide, working in a tight O as the male grunted up against the back of her neck. His hands wrapped around her bare chest, clutching her, digging her fingers in tightly before the hips jerked backwards with a slow drag, the few inches that had sunk into her were pulled back again with a wet noise, her body clamping down around him as she let out a ragged breath and groan.

"Oh.. oh god look at how far she stretches.." Priscilla's voice was breathy, not with fear, she was enjoying the sight as her stallion betrothed drove forward again.

"Gods! She's tight, barely enough room in her!" Archadie grunted out and bucked down harder, the hooves clopping on the ground as he walked forward and force fed her the bestial length.

She was left gasping, her breathing sharp and harsh as her body stretched to fit him, molding around the animalistic shaft that jabbed it's way deeper into her, the tip rubbing and being compacted around her tight little passage. She clutched about him, suckling and squeezing, pulling along the sleek length as the next draw back pulled a few inches free with a wet sound, tugging against her outer lips before the next thrust forward. Her hips were hiked upwards as she felt her sister's hands sliding up, rubbing right along her puffy gaping lips as the stallion impaled her, making her body scream in protest as she struggled to hold the sheer size of him. She felt as if her stomach should be bulging with the overly large spire that was belching out hot rivulets of precum to taint her body. He rocked and bucked against her, forelegs scrabbling against her with a rough pull before the drag backwards slipped the length from her with a wet slurping noise.

It should have felt awful, it was too big, it made her ache, but her body was clutching around him with a need that she was humiliated to be experiencing. The cock was rubbing deeper, seeking and plunging through her as the precum was dribbling backwards, her own juices squelching down with a smear that drooled down behind the swell of her udder. She was rocked forward with the next thrust while the stallion started to pump into her, bearing down with a grunt, his hands clutching her roughly. He wasn't trying to pleasure her, there was no attempt to react to the few times her hips jerked backwards against him or when her walls clutched, he was putting on a show for Priscilla, showing himself off while he drew backwards a few more inches and then sank forward once more. The medial ridge on the shaft soon pushing up with a wet popping sound as it sank past her vulva and the tip suddenly crashed right up against the barrier of her cervix.

"Good little cow, that's good, gods you should feel her.." He panted roughly and jerked backwards again, dragging a few inches before thrusting forward with a wet splatter. The tip jabbed forward again to bottom out inside of her.

"You're making a mess of her." Her sister giggled, her eyes bright a little bit while she rubbed her fingers with a slide right over the splayed folds, soon gripping against her lovers shaft and fisting it to feel it pulling in and out of the grip.

Ajax was humiliated, her eyes turned down as her ears burned a deep red, but she couldn't stop herself from clutching around him, feeling the rub and stroke as the veined length plunged in with a rough drive that knocked her nearly to her knee. She tried to jerk her bound leg downwards, but it was no use as the thrusts started to hammer in forceful powerful bucks, the wet loud noises filling her ears as she was teased and rubbed over. Her body reacting by growing wetter and slicker by the moment, coating the line of his girth while his precum was liberally mixed inside of the growing mess. Her soft noises growing louder as the hooves grabbed roughly against her and pulled her back, she was forced to buck herself back onto the length as the thickness of the base started to stretch her open wider as the tip crammed up against her cervix. His cock began to swell and grow larger, every pulse stretched her open before dragging backwards with a slurping noise.

Her legs braced as best that she could, it wasn't enough, she was still being rocked about wildly as the cock began to throb and the tip swelled open wider, bulging and shoving with rough thrusts while the hot wet stream of precum jetted out with a squelch. Her body tensing up as she felt his balls slapping against her swollen udder, his hands gripping her bare slight chest while he grunted out above her, the obscene sounds ringing in her ears as she was overly filled with the sheer length of the shaft that was pushing up tight against the line of her cervix. It was blossoming too large, stretching and straining her to the point that she felt as if she were about to be split open. Her muffled squeal bursting free as the powerful haunches arched and her body seized up. She felt herself starting to build up in a confusing, and humiliating, rush of pleasure as she contracted around the cock and pulled, trying to draw him in deeper before he cried out above her.

Her hips jerked forward and held tight against her haunches as the first hot stream of cum erupted out from his tip and poured out along the line of her cervix. The warmth of it flung out deep within her as his hips held still and his body shuddered above her. The obscene stream was bubbling and shoving up tight against the narrow opening of her cervix, pushing forward with a hot stream that drove into the narrow opening to push through towards her vulnerable womb. She could feel the twitches and throbs, every beat that was forcing the seed in deeper inside of her as the hips jerked forward a little bit, helping to keep her driven deep inside of her quivering passage as she was flushed full with the sperm rich spray. Her ears and cheeks were dark red, eyes squeezed shut as her sister's lover shifted with a rock and squelched some of the cum out to stream down behind the swell of her udders, thoroughly defiling her.

"Gods.. good cow..." His hand patted her chest roughly. "D-did you see enough, love?"

"Maybe.." Priscilla's voice was soft as the fingers trailed up and she felt her sister dancing along the cum oozing out obscenely. "But.. perhaps we should try again just to make sure I see it all.."

"My love, I will try as many times as you need." He answered and shifted, the softening cock dragging through her lightly, stroking with a dribble of cum falling out as it slipped backwards. "Nnf.. I'll keep it up until we're sure she's fat with my foal if that's what you wish."

_NO! _ Ajax thought and let out a noise, jerking her head with a twist of her head as the cock tip finally pulled out with a slurp and cum splattered down as it erupted from her violated passage.

"I bet that's exactly what she needs." Priscilla commented with a stroke of the fingers up that pushed into her changed brother's cunny, squelching inwards with a wet noise before the slow draw backwards again. "Finally she's acting like a good sibling and helping me. And she's enjoying each and every minute of it."

~ ~ * ~ ~

Six months later

~ ~ * ~ ~

The little farm was blossoming, the crops growing richly in the soil and showing every hint that they would be laden with food very soon for the harvest. The building was a mixture of human and centaur, with large open doors and an area that would allow someone to walk in even if they were quite tall. It was a new building, the wood carved and polished beautifully from the hand of the new grooms family, they had spared no expense in creating the couple's first home, especially since Priscilla and Archadie had allowed their wedding to be celebrated all over the island. The priestess had declared it a sign that humans and centaurs could, and would, live together in peace as two youngsters had found love together. It had been a grand affair, and the crowning moment had been the temples gift to the new couple so that they could start their lives together with success and a way to bring money into their home. Ajax.

The cow waddled along the small pasture in a miserable state, her belly so swollen that she couldn't even move to lie down without having to get help to get back up again. She wasn't just growing a calf, she bad been assured that it was likely a foal, larger and heavier than what she should have been carrying. The ill-fated mating in the stable had doomed her, not just because it had been once, but because Priscilla had let it happen several times, each time growing more confident holding her boyfriend, helping him, not caring if her brother was angry or upset about it, she used it to grow comfortable with the monstrous stallion shaft until she was able to take him herself. Just the thought made Ajax flush, cheeks burning at the memory of her little sister lying on her back and being taken by the stallion, being forced to act as a brace as her coat had been stained in stallion cum and Priscilla's arousal.

"You haven't eaten nearly enough, little cow." Archadie's voice stirred her from the disturbing memory and brought her head up to see the centaur standing at the fence pasture.

She had been forced to live in the fenced in place for most of her days, save for the times she was taken out to work for the villagers or being milked. Her milk was now coming so freely that she had to be tended several times a day as her pregnancy progressed, sometimes growing so full that the milk leaked out of the tips while she tried to amble around. The only other time that she was let out was when she was servicing the young stallions, something that had been put upon her when it had come out that she had been used to help the young couple grow comfortable with one another. After all, letting a girl see the stallion's cock working put her eat ease, and helping turned it into a couples event. Ajax had had half a dozen young stallions on her back for that purpose, and even more that simply came to relieve themselves in her body.

Many days she was horrified to know that she was leaking the cum from several different stallions, any number of which were already trying to figure out who would have at her once she had her foal and was ripe to be bred again. They didn't talk idly or just hint at it, they discussed it in detail, trying to decide who would be the lucky person while Priscilla was already thinking about offering up her next offspring to whoever the highest bidder was. How terrifying to hear about, her ears held tightly back against her head even considering it while looking at the young stallion grinning at her, his eras pricked up high on his head. The sire of her foal, it made her hunch her back a little bit, stepping back with a thud of her cloven hooves before the latch began to be undone.

"You're going to have to eat more, it's time for you to add a new chore to your list of duties." Archadie announced as he opened the gate with a flourish. "You've been wasting all that lovely milk lately whenever we're late to milk you, so we've had a talk with the village and found a proper need for you."

"What need?" Ajax asked, her voice rough sounding, she didn't speak that often anymore, but her eyes were fixated on the stallion that came in with an easy stride, her eyes automatically looking back between the haunches despite not wanting too.

"Love, come and bring them in, she's already starting to dribble since you missed milking her earlier and we've wasted enough of her milk." He called out while the former boy swallowed, eyes widening to see her sister coming around the corner... she did not come alone.

She was using a little switch to tap lightly, dancing it back and forth to guide a pair of gangly legged calves in front of her, followed by a nervous looking foal that was more legs than anything else. None of them looked older than a few days as they moved into her pasture and Ajax was left staring at them in utter confusion, not sure what was wanted from her while the gate was shut behind Priscilla and the trio looked around nervously. The former boy was entirely baffled for a moment, not sure just what she was supposed to do as the stallion moved to one side and began to step around behind her in a familiar motion that made her jump forward in a scrabble forward, jumping towards the group off youngsters that jumped away and looked up at her. It was exactly what the stallion had wanted to do, drive her towards the foal and calves so they'd see the jostling full udder resting beneath her.

Ajax didn't have time to do more than swing around before a hot wet nose was stuffed up under her udder and a hot mouth clamped down around a teat greedily. She let out a shocked sound, her head jerking backwards as the eager young maw suckled down eagerly, pulling and dragging a thick stream of milk from the large thick udder. Another hot mouth went for another nipple, pushing up and jabbing against her obscenely swollen milk sac, making her let out a grunt of pained shock as the twin calves suckled hotly and pulled, bobbing their head slightly before the third head nestled between her legs searchingly, nervously lipping and pushing out a pink tongue to look for another udder. She wanted to kick back, but she couldn't do it, she was forced to hold still while she was drained from the suckling holds on her.

"There we go..." Priscilla, let out a happy sigh as she walked towards her mate with a smile. "I told you that they'd take to her, poor things. I've left word with the temple that we'll taken on the orphans for her, it'll help keep her milk in check and she'll be well trained when her baby comes."

"And well trained for when our baby comes.." The stallion murmured and slid his hand around her waist lovingly. "After all, she'll want to be a good aunt for her future niece or nephew... A fine little nurse cow."

_Nurse cow? _ Ajax stared at the pair,feeling the foal finally clamp onto her teat with a powerful suckle, dragging down with a bob of the eager bobbing head.

"And to think, she was nearly our downfall." Priscilla kissed her husband gently, the former rebel leader left standing in place uselessly, fattened with a growing foal and looking forward to a never ending stream of hot greedy mouths coming to latch onto her teats..