Author's note: A little something I did of the writer CyCaDeLic's characters Ember and Aurelia from their Taming The Stallion Series. If you're into futa, centaurs, excessive fluids, scent play, and impregnation check out their work. Anyways as always comments and feedback is welcome.
XOXO
The air was muggy, heavy with the stench of people, animals, spices, and torch smoke. The sound of chatter filled the atmosphere, thrumming in tune to the neighing of animals, the clank and clink of machinery, and the buzz of nocturnal insects. Ember's ears twitched, her senses taking this all in as her hooves clacked on the cobblestone road with each step. It was a blissfully warm autumn evening.
They were in the marketplace, she thought, pivoting her blindfolded head about. Just where was Aurelia leading her? Her love had promised some sort of surprise earlier in the day, whatever it was though Ember had no idea and the blindfold wasn't making her guess any better.
Her thoughts swirled with each step through the crowded marketplace as Aurelia led her by a leash, their presence eliciting a jumble of reactions from the bustling throng. Even now, Ember still blushed at some of the muttered whispers her elven ears picked up as they made their way through. Not that she could blame them given what she'd become.
It'd been several months since Fawn had broken, no... tamed her. Several months since that wonderful blue stallion had dominated every portion of her being and changed her into the sissy broodmare she now was. And sissy broodmare she was, carrying Fawn's spawn had swelled not only the belly of her equine half, but also her breasts, making them more like udders than simple tits. For they were heavy, laden with milk, and leaked constantly from their pierced and nigh permanently aroused nipples. It was a state that was mirrored by the drooling yawning chasms, that were her asshole, cunt, and the caged dick-pussy, that had once being her stallion pride.
A stifled shudder and moan racked her body as she considered what she now was. She supposed she should still be mad, considering all the humiliating things she'd been put through, but all she felt was peace. A peace, that was utterly joyous and fulfilling, more so with Aurelia at her side.
The former courtesan too had changed. No longer was the flaxen-haired, white-furred centauress a submissive, but a mistress, cruel, dominant, and loving in equal parts. Even before her transformation, Aurelia had been a feminine ideal, big breasts, a beautiful face, and an equine rump, that'd stir the loins of any warm-blooded and more than a few cold-blooded beings. She'd been perfect but now... there were no words. Her tits had swelled, heavy with sweet cream, her skin seemed to shine with an inner light, her equine belly too was heavy with Fawn's offspring, but she held it with a grace that made Ember swoon, and that was to say nothing of Aurelia's quim and pucker. Despite their slight gape, they were still perfect, subtly wrinkled, ever wet, and radiated the mare's sweet scent.
A wistful sigh escaped Ember's plump lips at the thought, her sealed phallus twitching, before a firm tug on her leash drew her back to the present.
"We're almost there," Aurelia said as cobblestone became damp and worked soil. Just where were they going, and what sort of surprise was Aurelia planning? Ember continued to question herself, feeling her heart beat in tune to her giddy anticipation, and the weight of the covered basket Aurelia had given her before they left the stables earlier.
Maybe... She thought, scenting an earthy aroma through flared nostrils as a cool breeze billowed through her blonde locks and tickled her bare arms.
Maybe, just maybe...
She shook her head; she'd dare not hope, but...
Fawn and Calista had left on an errand of some sort about a week or so ago. A departure that'd left Ember longing, a state which had already turned ravenous, given she'd not been plowed in weeks. It'd been because she was in a particularly danger prone phase of her pregnancy and the nursemaid had said no to sex till she was out of the period, but still... All the weeks of celibacy had done for her was to leave her hornier and hornier, and her once shrunken balls swollen cantaloupes, that no longer fit in her cage. It was infuriating, but it was for her growing babies, but still... celibacy sucked and rubbing her needy pussy against her pen's support beam wasn't cutting it.
Another tug and Ember came to a stop.
"We're here," Aurelia said as Ember's senses took in her surroundings. The air was crisp, cool, and prickled gooseflesh on her skin and stiffened her nips even more. The scent of damp grass, earth, pine, and wild flowers tickled her nose. And finally, the sound of a whistling breeze, a bubbling brook, and the infrequent hoots and caws of nocturnal birds teased her pointed ears. It sounded like they were...
"Can I..." Ember started, the words escaping her lips before she could reel them in," I'm..."
"Ssshhhuuuu," Aurelia cooed, her lips centimeters from Ember's ears, her finger on the former blacksmith's lips, their milk-laden tits pressed together, and her sweet scent flooding her love's nostrils," not yet, my little sissy stallion," she added, quickly pecking Ember's cheek before pulling away with the basket in hand.
"Okay," Ember whispered, nodding, her cheeks blushed. Her heart galloped, her breaths coming in short shallow heaves as her anticipation grew and the wait seemed to stretch ad infinitum. It was torturous, hearing all the shuffling about, not knowing what was going on, feeling her ever sodden cunt moisten even more, and just when she thought her heart would tare out of her chest, it all came to light. With the barest of flicks the blindfold slipped off.
Ember gasped.
"It's... It's," she started, her voice hitching, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm glad you like it," Aurelia said cheek to cheek with her love.
"Thank... Thank you," Ember stuttered, turning to face Aurelia.
The white centauress smiled, her lips pouty, her eyes twinkling," don't thank me yet, I still have another surprise for you."
They stood on a verdant hill, nestled in the center of a halfmoon, surrounded by trees, overlooking a pond dusted by fireflies and the lights of the city in the distance. A picnic was set out, red checkered blanket, dried fruits, summer sausage, soft cheese, bread, and a jar of water. The sight of it all only took Ember's breath away again as they settled onto the blanket and the light of the full moon fell upon Aurelia. Her features were accentuated, somehow softened, and sharpened in the lunar light.
"You're... beautiful," Ember said, the words brimming with more emotion than she ever dreamed of uttering even after accepting what she'd become. Maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe it was just...
Aurelia smiled, laying a soft hand on Ember's.
"I love you."
"I love you."
They sat. Silence stretching into small talk then to conversation. Laughter, sighs, giggles, and gentle touches. Food and liquids, crisp, sweet, and savory. All interlaced in the moments. Each slice of which Ember reckoned she could have spent an eternity within. And she'd have gladly done so if Aurelia hadn't leaned forward, her delicate hand on hers, and kissed her. It was a hungry thing, a prelude heralded by Aurelia's tongue. It was the sort of kiss Ember would have initiated, back when she foolishly thought of herself as a stallion. She melted into it, her muscles slackening and her loins flaring with redoubled heat to Aurelia's artful tongue and fingers through her hair.
It broke, leaving a spittle bridge between their lips and Ember's breath heavy.
