When Anya woke early the next morning, she found herself lying nestled against the side of the great beast that had fucked her until the moon was shining through the glass ceiling. Bellator had disappeared on and off during the day, sometimes for almost an hour one time, others he returned quickly with more bits of food to feed her, which he seemed to want to do often. She was sure the times he disappeared for longer, he was taking care of his children. Stretching, her eyes still closed she turned her body so that she could face his chest and felt him wrap his arms around her and his front leg wrapped more tightly behind her ankles.
She opened her eyes just as he kissed her passionately, if not a little lazily and slowly got to his hooves with her dangling down in his arms, naked, with her tail swinging gently from where he'd returned it to her ass at one point before laying down and telling her to sleep. He had done that a lot earlier in the night that she had thought he would, but he seemed very tender with her at all times, seeming to be nervous that he would break her, or worse. Anya was certain that the deaths of the mares haunted him, but she figured his animal instinct to mate wouldn't always stop him from fucking a mare, or a girl.
"Anya drink." He said in her ear as he nuzzled his lips against her.
She looked at him in confusion for a moment as he lowered her to stand, her chin tipped way up to meet his eyes. He pointed between his legs and she realized he wanted her to mouth fuck his cock. She blushed, they hadn't attempted that with her on the table. She nodded and dropped to her knees, keeping them tucked close to her as he moved carefully forward, bringing her under him as she reached up and wrapped her hands around the length of his stretching shaft.
"Bellator." She said in awe, it was a beautiful cock, and she stroked it gently for a few moments before she opened her mouth and spread her lips around the tip, pushing her tongue into the center hole, feeling him jerk and clamp with his hooves on the ground.
"Care Anya." He said, letting her know that she wasn't safe, even if she was considering herself to be.
She didn't immediately pull her tongue out, instead licking around the sides of the hole as he whinied over her and her hands moved up and down the long shaft. Anya closed her eyes as she stretched her neck back, her mouth open farther and she forced the shaft over top of her tongue and felt him hit the back of her throat. He made a stressed noise about her and she felt him shift, knowing a hoof got dangerously close to her left leg at one point before he stilled. Her hands started to work fast now, to pump him as best she could so his orgasm would come fast, she knew he was having trouble controlling himself and she was worried that he would rise to his rear legs when he came and accidentally crush her. But she fucked him with her mouth, anyway, and was finally rewarded with a shotgunned spray of cum that needed no help getting to the base of her esophagus.
When the centaur came, his load filled her, stuffing her belly with his semen and she took it all, loving the tangy taste, holding as much as she could of it inside before he removed his cock and the rest squirted all over her face and onto her breasts. He immediately sat down, piling her into his arms and licking her face and hair clean, then lifting her farther up his body to smear his cum between her breasts and his chest before licking the rest off of her.
"Anya pussy wet." He grinned, apparently satisfied that he had gotten her body to respond this way.
"Bellator drink?" She asked and laughed when he neighed and picked her up, his arms rising to place her thighs over each of his strong shoulders, his mouth immediately sucking on her wet pussy, his long tongue reaching in and tasting her, memorizing her special flavor and shape, and he shuddered, it was good with her. Very good.
She heard the distant clamber of metal from the far end of the building at the same time he spun her tail a bit, making her shiver from the heady sensation. She knew that Mr. Hughes would be there momentarily to collect her. It didn't stop the centaur, however, and he didn't let her down until he had elicited two more orgasms from her flowing pussy. When she was finally released from his shoulders, he swung her onto his back and she yelped as the plug was ground into her ass. She could feel his chuckle rumble in the beast between her legs and it made her juices smear even more on his back. Wrapping her arms around him, she let him take her towards the place where he had collected her from the day before.
Mr. Hughes was there, another black suit, this one with barely visible pinstripes on it. He looked sexy as hell, as he usually did. When Bellator put her down, she rubbed the centaur for several minutes on his rump and up his body and then to the lowest part of his human chest, knowing how sensitive he was there from their time together the night before. He backed up and leaned down and put his hands on her face to keep her looking at him.
"Thank you." He said before kissing her once more, and then turning and bolting off into the forest away from her.
Anya smiled, memories of an incredibly successful night of fucking fresh in her mind as she turned slowly, but only enough to see Mr. Hughes face as she swished her long tail at him.
"Like my tail?" She said, a smile widening on her face as he pressed his lips together and shook his head slowly.
"You must leave it here, Anya. He will need it again." He stepped forward and grabbed it before she could think to move away.
"Oh God," Anya whimpered when Mr. Hughes pulled it almost all the way out, and then suddenly, putting a hand on her lower pelvis, shoved it all the way back inside of her, "Mr. Hughes."
The next time he pulled it halfway out, she expected the same treatment, and whimpered when he removed the entire plug, taking it and putting it in the wooden box beside the rock from yesterday before walking back over to her and taking her hand and walking with her to the door. Anya heard a neigh behind her when they were close and turned to see Bellator standing proudly, his back straight and his horse form standing long and lean, and not too far from her. When she looked up at him, he nodded a little and then nodded slightly behind him into the forest.
Anya looked into the forest and widened her eyes when they came into view. Three colts, three different sizes, all with a similar facial appearance to their father, but one's horse form was black, one was white with gray smatterings on it, and the other was like his father's dark brown, thick hairy legged form. She smiled at them, nodding to each one before looking back at the centaur that had pleasured her so much in her time here, and she fully grinned at him, knowing he was giving her a gift in letting her take sight of his children.
Mr. Hughes wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her firmly, but slowly out of the building. Once she was outside, he moved her to stand against the wall and he yanked the door shut, a little harder than necessary, and then clicked all four locks into place. Then, he stood looking at the door and Anya finally caught the look on his face. He was furious. But when he looked over at her, realizing the emotion showed plainly in his face, he softened it noticeably and his blue eyes sparkled in a friendly way.
"What is it about you, Anya, that is setting things quite out of place around here?" He chuckled, though it sounded false to her ears.
"What did he do that upset you?" She asked, ignoring his attempt at humor, if that was what it was.
He frowned and cupped her hand within his and moved them onto the path. "Chrysanthulus got more babies out of you than any of the other women he has impregnated over his very long run here."
