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My "training" with Daerix became a part of my daily routine. I would help the cooks, serve meals, clean, satisfy the centaurs with my hands and mouth and, by noon, I'd meet Daenrix behind the same tree for training.
We would always start the same way, rimming, fingering and then anal. Each day I seemed to take him in me faster, with time, I was able to take him deeper as well.
"You are getting a better little mare, you stretch more easily each time. When you are ready you can let me fuck you, it's one thing for you to grind against my cock, but to be truly mounted by a stallion is very different."
"Soon Daenrix, i just need more time..."
Rumors of my "training" began to spread, little rumors about how the mare and Daenrix seemed to go missing about the same time, no one dared say those to me out loud but I knew our secret was becoming known. Daenrix hadn't truly mounted me yet, he would either lay to his side or stand as I moved myself up and down on his cock. We had grown close in this time, he taught me much about centaur culture and history, as well as about him.
Daenrix explained that the tribe was actually in a downward spiral, and had been that way for a while. Since moving away from human villages, there were fewer centaurs than there ever were, and the lack of mares had a real effect on morale. This only gave me worry, was the tribe really so reliant on mares? if so my job was much more important than i once expected...
Today was the day of a celebration, a rite for fertility and growth in order to ensure plentiful food for the coming year. My job was to serve food, from what I understood, the festival was to encourage the growing of fruits, crops, wildlife as well as virility for the centaurs and fertility for their mark. The importance of the last part was not lost on me, I wasn't ready to take a stallion fully so I hoped my hands and mouth would be enough for now,though pressure for me to put out would certainly grow.
The festival was about to begin, a great meal prepared by me and both chefs was ready to be served along with the finest booze we had. The ritual began with the serving of food and drink, the crowd was rowdier and hornier than usual, I actually had to blow some of them during my serving of food in order to keep the peace!
Baelrus suddenly began to speak, as the others quieted down to hear him speak.
"On this day we celebrate all boons to come! Crops, fruit, wildlife and, of course, centaur offspring. Let's not forget, for the first time in years, we have the presence of a mare, one of the oldest symbols of fertility and the companion to centaur's virility, a sign of much prosperity to be brought to our tribe this coming year. Now, let the spilling of the seed begin!"
With that, the centaurs began to line up on the field, half of them sat by the side of others still standing up, and began to jack off the standing centaurs. Baelrus came to my side and told me. "You must join us mare, it's important that you do."
With that I began to jack off Baelrus in line with the others, as I continued working on my stallion, I would see the semen of a stallion shoot forth onto the grass, followed by the stallion who ejaculated lying next to the one previously on the ground as the other stood up, switching their roles.
I focused on Baelrus, I used only my hand to jack him to completion as seems to be the norm for the ritual, until a powerful shot of seed spilled forth, painting the field ahead with the powerful stallion seed. Stallions were always virile and seeded plenty, but Baelrus never failed to impress.
"You did good lad, you have grown into quite the mare,"
"I haven't even taken a stallion yet..."
"You will in time, don't rush it, it's supposed to be pleasurable for both the mare and the stallion"
After the end of the ritual,before everyone could move on from the ritual, a familiar voice rose up from the crowd.
"Even on this day, a rite of fucking fertility, the "mare" hasn't even put out yet! What kind of mare waits this long to take a stallion?!?!" said Beulor, the stallion that tried to mount me on my first day at the village
"It's his choice, let the boy take his time!" Said Daenrix, coming to my rescue, again.
"Oh we all know he puts out for you Dae, why did he choose you? Was it because of that small tool of yours?"
Daenrix's tool certainly wasn't small, even for a centaur, this was meant to bother Dae more than anything.
I knew I had to say something before the situation escalated.
"Stop! Both of you! it's true, i've been practicing with Daenrix in hopes of taking the rest of the tribe, I'm doing it for the good of the tribe!"
"Then I don't suppose you'll have any trouble bending over for me will ya? it's a fertility ritual after all!" Said Beulor, mocking me.
"If you wish so,I've been practicing and I have no problem serving a member of the herd."
My response surprised the tribe, and caused a murmur to rise from the crowd.
"You don't have to do this Ari..." said Daenrix, in a hushed voice.
"I'm ready Dae, let me handle this."
I walked through the painted field, meeting Beulor among the sperm covered grass. I faced away from the rest of the herde, looking at the sunset who's light reflected on the cum covered grass. The stallion moved behind me, I sucked and licked his tool, getting it wet, then I bent over, making it clear that I was available to be mounted.
The stallion mounted me, already hard. It wasn't hard yet due to the anxiety of the situation. I was determined to go through with it, but I couldn't deny I was afraid. Beulor most centaurs was heavy, I used my shoulders to support his front legs as we shifted into position. I placed my hand behind me and guided the horse's member to my hole and waited for him to enter me. Beulor had no intention of being gentle, maybe to prove me wrong or maybe just out of lust, it didn't matter now. The stallion pushed, missing his mark a few times but soon made his way inside in one swift motion, making me almost lose my footing, but I stood strong. His thrusts were sudden and fast, he entered me deeper and deeper each time giving me almost no time to prepare. I was in pain, but my training was paying off, I was able to work through it and was able to enjoy myself, even through the pain. Sometimes the stallion would intentionally push deep in order to hurt me, but I stood strong, even meeting some of his thrusts with my hips. It was clear the horse would come soon, and so would I. The strong thrusting went on and on for almost a minute, when I suddenly began to feel the seed filling me, that was enough to send me over the edge.
I ejaculated, allowing my semen to join the rest of the tribe's seed on the ground. The stallion grunted and thrusted a while longer after being done, as he left me his seed followed, painting the patch of grass beneath us. Beulor seeked to undermine me and prove me a bad mare, but I did my duty, and would do it for as long as I had to.
The semen on the ground reflected the sun's golden glow, I turned to the tribe.
"This fertility rite is one for the ages. Let's toast, to Ari, the tribe mare!" Said Baelrus, in his typical beautiful booming voice.