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His fingers brushing her nipples felt good, sending sparks of pleasure through her that zinged like lightning. Her own touch had never done that – why was Morlais’ so different? \n\nThere was no time to think of that as she worked on instinct. Even though her skirt had still exposed a lot, she untied it with one awkward hand, letting the woven garment rustle down to the floor. Bar her jewellery, there was nothing to bar her from Morlais or even the other participants of the festival and his family.\n\nIn that moment, she embraced the culture, the celebration. But the mare could never have known quite what she was getting in for.\n\n“Mmm… You feel good, Teifi,” he breathed, nibbling tenderly at her neck as she tipped her head to the side and nickered throatily. “So wonderful… Your breasts are so large, I love them.”\n\nHer breasts were rather sizeable, in all fairness, yet it was not something the mare had ever taken in mind before. They were just her breasts. Yet some kind of heat surged inside her at the compliment and she nickered wantonly to him as he rubbed his hardening member against her exposed buttocks.\n\n“Mmm, ah… Lower…”\n\nShe moaned to him, wanting something, though her hands were grasping and fumbling, striving to reach back for that massive length of meat that made her heart pound so. Teifi would never have denied that it was the stallions she’d been so interested in on their traversing of the festival so far, heating her loins and making her want to raise her tail high and proud. Maybe things would have been different if she had not come fully dressed – at least for her. Maybe she would have been drawn into an embrace with a stallion from the other tribe, permitted safety by the ring on her finger.\n\nMaybe things could have been different. Teifi would never truly know.\n\nHe rubbed her pussy, hands gracing her body lower down, as she had asked him. Of course, Teifi didn’t quite know what she was asking for and it was Morlais’ experience that guided him on. Not that the mare knew just how much experience or not he actually had, but she didn’t care too much.\n\nNot as his fingers rubbed her clit, squashing it lightly and experimenting with different pressures as he teased her. His fingers slipped lower, between her legs, gathering up silken strands of her arousal and then trailing the digits luxuriously back up towards her clit. The lubrication helped his fingers slide more easily over her swollen nub and her breath caught in her throat, nickering and rocking her hips back against him.\n\nAs much as Morlais touched her body, her eyes remained locked on Idris and his daughter. The stallion thrust in what she would have said was a savage fashion, every inch of his power rolling from him with every mighty stroke of his cock. Yet his daughter moaned around him, her hand between her legs as she ravenously fingered herself. If not for her own moans, Teifi would have been more than able to catch the lewd grunts and slurps from Hafran, though the moment was not quite about them.\n\nWith Morlais being taller than her by a few inches, his thick member rose high like a spire she was supposed to climb. Frankly, even amongst the stallions she’d watched mating so far, he had the biggest cock with a fat, meaty head that already seemed to be plumping out with raw need.\n\n“You know you want to activate that rune, I’ve seen you looking at every other mare and stallion pairing here,” he murmured, nibbling gently on her ear. “It’ll feel so good to be a mother, Teifi. Imagine… Your stomach, swollen and round with the gift of new life. What an offering that would be!”\n\n“Oh… I…”\n\nTruthfully, Teifi had never thought about being a mother before, though had expected she would be one day: it was something she wanted at some point in her life. Yet her tribe had their own gods and goddesses and she believed they would tell her when the time was right for such a thing to occur. However, was she not to believe that the time was right, right then and right there?\n\n“Imagine it…” He whispered, grinding the head of his dick between her rear cheeks, leaving a light smear of pre-cum on her rump. “It would be amazing, the offering. You could be so much more than what you are now. It’s time to let yourself feel, to take in the next stage of your life.”\n\nShe moaned, tipping forward as his hands slid down her and his cock fully slid from her grasp. Teifi had not been trying to control it but had strove to keep a hand on it, as if that touch gave her some manner of connection to the stallion at her back. It was all Morlais leading the way boldly, however, as he knelt behind her, guiding her own hand to the rune on her womb.\n\n“I want…to be a mother,” she said shakily, fingers trembling as the blue rune began to glow. “In offering to the gods… Let this be my gift.”\n\nHe guided her through the ritualistic words, though she couldn’t have repeated them if she’d tried, speaking in an old tongue. All while his fingers brushed over her clit and slowly slipped between her winking folds, beginning to ever so lightly spread her apart for his attention.\n\n“Mmmmm!”\n\nShe moaned through closed-lips, tail flagging high as he nuzzled into her sex, following the lead of her winking pussy. However, heat simmered through Teifi, so hot she could barely stand on her own two hooves, shifting her weight back and forth. Resting her hands on her thighs, she bent forward even more than before, the runes searing through her body as they activated, heat flaring once more inside her.\n\nThat, of course, was familiar to her, considering her age and that she had experienced seasons before. It was a state of great need and she’d had to spend hours in her private quarters, pleasuring herself. When she’d not been able to do that, she’d masturbated in the river hoping the cool flow of the water against her sex would ease down her need to be bred by a stallion.\n\nIt hadn’t helped much, but it gave her some frame of context as he lapped at her heat-soaked sex. His tongue dug succulently between her folds and she swore she felt him grinning against her, though there was much to smile about there too.\n\n“Ohhhh, yes…”\n\nShe moaned and shifted her weight, her tail swishing high, as if it was impossible to clamp it back down again. Her body tightened and she pushed back urgently against him, though she needed contact with his cock too. But the stallion gripped her legs as he dragged his tongue over her clit and folds, dipping into her sex.\n\nCloser and closer to the edge, she moaned and twisted, but Morlais had no intention of denying her. Not even as Teifi noticed Idris’ eyes locked on to her, thrusting furiously. Yet it was too late for Teifi to noticed the tribe leader was wearing a ring just like hers, his balls surely aching as they held back from climax. Yet he was more experienced than she was and had entered the sexual fray knowing exactly what was to come to pass.\n\nMorlais forced her over the edge as she howled out her pleasure, climax ripping through her. Faintly, she was aware of the stallion reaching his high too, thrusting powerfully as his daughter’s throat worked to gulp down his load. Yet Teifi was caught up in her own mind, losing herself there as her mind wavered, shaking as the world around her tipped sickeningly.\n\nDown and down and down… Had she ever had an orgasm that powerful? Her pussy clenched, milking an invisible cock – and darkness consumed her.\n\n“Unnngghhh…”\n\nShe groaned as she blinked, slowly coming back around. Yet she wasn’t where she had been standing when climax had taken her but seemed chained to a sloping platform, which she hadn’t had experience to before. Nickering, she struggled, but even her voice was throaty and deep, as if there was a rougher edge to her tone.\n\nAnd then she caught sight of herself before her, standing next to Morlais and Hafran, and stilled.\n\nNo…\n\nSomething vile was afoot! She thrashed, fighting, and Morlais laughed, shaking his head lightly but not entirely unkindly.\n\n“You may have learned more about our customs before venturing here,” he said bluntly, gesturing to her. “You would have recognised that ring, filly, if you had. That ring was intended, always, to be used with a couple – so they could experience what the other felt.”\n\n“But… But…” She tried to speak, though her voice came out deeper and gruffer, not her own at all even with the shaky hint of fear nickering through it. “I didn’t know… I’m not in a couple!”\n\n“That is true,” Morlais said, seeming darker and more foreboding than he had before. “If two have sex, with a foal being conceived, it breaks the magic – and renders the swap permanent. We have great plans for your body, Teifi, but we don’t think you need to be involved. You can stay here while your body, with my father inside it, returns to your tribe.”\n\nIdris, in Teifi’s body, smiled and turned, flicking his tail prettily.\n\n“They’ll never know it’s not you,” he said. “And never again will your tribe bother us, not when I am through with them.”\n\n“Wait – no! Please! We don’t want this, we want peace! We want to make a new way for our tribes to exist together!”\n\nShe tried begging, pleading – yet it did no good. They’d made up their mind and Morlais looked down on her mockingly, his lips pressed together. Yet, to the stallion, it was just another escalation in the war between their tribes. Whereas there would be more bloodshed, it would end the disarray between them. His tribe simply had a very different way of doing things to Teifi’s.\n\nHe looked over her, in his father’s body, checking the chains they’d had forged by the blacksmith, who was making great strides in taking their tribe forward. Soon, there would be more powerful weapons too for them to use, but they would take their enemies out with cunning before then. \n\nIdris smirked in the mare’s body, gently running his hands over his new body. It was not a form that the older, middle-aged stallion was going to give up in a hurry as he pinched his nipples and laughed, swinging his wider hips from side to side. Although they had planned the switch, it was still different to be in a body like that and he spread his legs a little, flexing his hocks as he bent forward.\n\n“This is a pussy worth breeding,” he snickered crudely, though his words came out in Teifi’s voice. “Mmm… Mares really get the best of all worlds.”\n\n“Please… Please, don’t hurt my tribe! Don’t hurt me!”\n\nTeifi cried out and tried to stomp, but her legs were chained down too and there was no way for her to simply kick her way free. She grunted and snorted, nostrils rippling, straining with her new muscles. Yet the chains, of course, were designed to hold a full-grown muscular stallion down. Even if Teifi was not that, she was in the body of one – and didn’t even know how to use her own body.\n\nBefore her, Idris massaged his breasts, rolling them in his hands and kneading them so roughly that the flesh bulged out between his fingers. She wanted to tell him not to be so rough with her, with her body, but was it even really her body anymore? Her whole perspective had shifted with being in another form and Teifi didn’t even truly know what she was looking at anymore.\n\nNot even as the tribe leader bent over at the waist and flagged his tail, showing off her very own, winking pussy. She blushed and tried to turn her head away, but Idris forced her to see as he pinched his nipples into sensitive peaks, letting her see exactly how strings of arousal marked his folds. His body was ripe and ready to be bred after Teifi’s earlier orgasm, though she still endured the afterglow of a stallion’s orgasm too.\n\nHer cock hung against her thigh, still half-hard as if it was reluctant to droop fully and slip back into her sheath. She didn’t know what she wanted it to do, whether it was better to have that beast of a cock hidden away again or to have it out – just to remind her she was not as her mind thought. \n\nThink, Teifi, think!\n\nShe had to find a way out of there, to thwart them in some way. Yet Idris had other ideas in mind.\n\n“Let’s make this permanent, son,” he said with a smirk, crooking his finger in a way that suited him better in Teifi’s body than it would have done if he’d been in his own, male body. “It’s time I experienced the true pleasure of a mare and made this change permanent.”\n\nWhen Teifi made a broken, strangled, sound, he blinked at her dispassionately, letting out a less than delicate snort.\n\n“Oh, do not fear,” he said, completely “misjudging” what Teifi was concerned about. “As the instigator, I will still be able to swap between my body and yours. Walking the path between them is mine to command. You will still live and experience, when in my body alone. Otherwise, the tales tell that it will be just like sleeping.”\n\nShe didn’t want that, but what say did she have as her cock twitched, blood flowing into it as she stared with a strange yearning in her gut at the “mare” before her. Yet she didn’t like mares in that way: she already knew that. The body she was in liked mares, however, as Idris lay back on the woven rug on the floor, which was far enough from the fire in the centre of that entrance room to not be at risk of being caught by embers.\n\n“I am hot…” He hissed through his teeth, spreading his legs and his lusciously winking pussy wide for his son’s pleasure. “And ready… This body is empty and it needs you, Morlais. I need you.”\n\nThat was just what Morlais had been waiting for as he grunted and flagged his tail, though he was yet to orgasm. Hafran waited, her eyes glinting, though there was an edge of cruelty in the mare that Teifi had not caught before. Yet she didn’t need to know about the daughter and how she had orchestrated the whole thing, even to the point of sucking off her own father. Such debauchery pleased the fertility god, after all, and she was more than ready to make any sacrifice, pleasurable or not, to take her tribe from power to power.\n\n“You should have stayed with your tribe…” Hafran chuckled, her voice deeper than how Teifi would have imagined it. “You never belonged beyond your orders. Perhaps we would not have had to chase you back like the vermin you are, a plague on the land, if you had remained on your side of the river.”\n\nShe didn’t know what that meant and neither did Teifi need to, not as she watched, helpless to stop it, as Morlais pushed slowly into his father, in her body. The mare-Idris moaned and stretched his arms out above his head, submitting to his son’s powerful, virile body. The length of Morlais’ cock worked its way deeper and deeper, spreading out the virgin folds, though both Morlais and Idris were ready for it.\n\nAnd Teifi wasn’t even able to experience her own deflowering. Not in her own body, as she never would be ever again, her body was no longer a virgin. Yet her mind was, moaning as Hafran took charge and put Teifi’s hand on the runes above her womb. They glowed, activating, and Teifi stared.\n\n“My father has already said the recitation,” Hafran explained, seemingly with great pleasure. “You need do nothing… For it is us who are in charge now.” \n\nHafran hissed through her teeth and let her head fall back, straddling her father’s body as she grabbed her own breasts. She wanted to savour every moment of need flowing through her, the simmering race of her own arousal searing up. Her season had to come, reminding her that her body was ripe and ready, though it would not be her first time mating. It would, however, be her first time taking her father’s cock like that – and that was exactly what Hafran was waiting for.\n\nThe treachery, the betrayal… Yes, that turned her on too, though knowing her tribe would prosper was all she needed to know too. Need thrummed through her, like a chord on one of their string instruments being played – but Hafran had never been all that interested in music. It was nice to listen to, but there were so many more important things to be done.\n\nYet Teifi was there in the moment too, staring in horror as her nostrils flared and she dragged in needy suck after suck of breath. She was aroused and she couldn’t stop her new cock from twitching on Idris’ body, slowly thickening up again and rising to attention.\n\n“No!”\n\n“Oh, but yes…”\n\nHafran laughed as Teifi tried to think of anything that would get her cock to go down once more, granting her relief from the horror that was about to befall her. Yet the sound of Morlais thrusting into Idris’ pussy didn’t help either, not as he ground every inch of his cock into the not-so-virgin pussy, savouring their shared delight. Teifi groaned, clenching and unclenching her hands from fists, yet nothing she tried to think of to take her mind away would strip her from vile reality.\n\nThe firelight danced and yet the heat was inside her, sweating as her bay coat darkened in patches. A huge length of stallion meat bobbed before her, the rune on her hand glowing. She closed her hand and tried to rub it off with her fingers, though there was no stopping it, despite the rising gleam of sweat dampening her coat.\n\nHafran cared not for her terror as she shuffled up, needing to rise into a low crouch just to get her pussy high enough to take her father’s cock just as she wanted to. For it was still Idris’ body even though he had put a steward in there, to look after it, for the time being. She gripped his shaft with a moan of utter relish, the moment she had longed for finally there.\n\n“I have been waiting for this…”\n\nShe slowly ground the head of that cock against her folds, bearing down, wanting more. Hafran could have taken it slowly, though she yearned to be stretched open around the stallion’s cock and threw a wicked smirk to Teifi as she allowed the shaft to penetrate her. The tip was unflared at that time and her sex stretched to accommodate it, hugging the length of the shaft as she ground it deeper and deeper inside herself.\n\nOf course, there was nothing Teifi could do to stop it, letting out a broken whinny as her body was used – but it wasn’t really her body, was it? Her body was being fucked by the stallion she’d thought, at one point, that she might have sex with to bring the tribes together. Oh, how wrong she had been!\n\nNothing was hers and yet sensation overwhelmed her, heat clinging to her cock for the very first time. For there was nothing that could ever have been compared to having a pussy around a cock like that, of taking a mare as a stallion should. Teifi’s body tensed, wanting to thrust, yet she was chained down too securely to do more than rock, her legs flung out to their furthest extent so she could not even put any leverage behind her motions.\n\nShe was not as she wanted to be, not as the leader’s daughter rose and fell on her cock, moaning and letting her head fall back, her mane braided and swaying back and forth. It would have been a hypnotic moment if not for the horror of it all, though that really was not for Teifi to say, one way or the other.”\n\n“You can resist all you like,” Hafran mocked while Teifi pinned her ears and bared her teeth at her. “I know what my father’s body likes and you cannot do anything about it.”\n\n“Unff… I cannot…spend this body’s seed…in you…” She groaned, though something tightened and pulled at her core, something she could not explain or put words to. “I will…hold\n\n“Ah… That’s a sweet thought, but you will succumb,” Hafran said, the mare oddly composed considering the cock she was riding. “And your downfall with be the honey on my tongue when I revel in my own orgasm. So, fight me. It only makes the breaking of you all the more wonderful for me…”\n\nTeifi groaned. She wanted to tell Hafran that there was no way she’d orgasm, that she’d hold back to her very last breath, at all costs. At least, that was how Teifi could have handled the situation if she had been in her right mind and body. She ached, her hips desperate to thrust, feeling the surge of a stallion in breeding rut powering through her.\n\nShe was strong, she was powerful: she was a stud who needed to spend his seed. The mare, however, rose too slowly on her cock, making it twitch and jump within her, pulses of need searing through Teifi’s shaft.\n\nNo…\n\nHow could she make sense of wanting and not wanting something at the same time? She nickered and tried to kick out, but all that did was send a lancing jab of pain up her leg. It helped clear her mind for a heartbeat of a moment, yet no more than that, not as her head spun and spun and spun.\n\nThe firelight cast wicked shadows on the wall of the wooden cabin and she swallowed her grunts the best she could. She wanted no part in their ritual, no… And if she held off, maybe there was still a chance she could get back to her tribe, warn them of the impending danger. Deep down, there was still a sense of loss too, of the betrayal she carried in her heart on behalf of her tribe.\n\nYet she didn’t have time to allow that to dwell there, a moan breaking from her as she was forced to pay attention to the throb of her cock within the mare’s pussy. Was that what her own pussy would feel like if she was being taken by a stallion? Her mind reeled with lust and she grunted thickly, the needy sounds forced from her lips as if by a power that rendered the mere act of resistance entirely beyond her control.\n\nControl… Equines fought so strongly for that and yet they so often failed. That was why her tribe worked with nature as well as they could, seeking the balance in all things. Maybe that was why her tribe would never have worked with the other, why they had always been doomed to fail.\n\nThat would at least be comforting to her when all was said and done.\n\nDimly, she peered past Hafran’s rising and falling body, noting that the mare had sped up. Yet she seemed more engaged in her own pleasure, seeking out her own kind of high, than anything else I that moment.\n\nMorlais thrust powerfully into Idris, his thighs pressed to the “mare’s” in a mating press. Maybe Idris wanted to be overpowered, or perhaps that was something that Teifi, in her body and sexual preferences, had always desired. She certainly had some of that in feeling what Idris liked, but there was little more than that she could tell or suspect.\n\n“Oh… Yes… More…” Idris moaned, turning his head so his cheek was flat to the rug and he faced his daughter and Teifi with an insidious grin. “Mmm… Watch him take me. My son… He would never be a fit stallion for you.”\n\nTeifi tensed, humiliation clawing at the pit of her stomach, yet that was just a quip from the tribe leader. His conquest had to be recognised one way or the other and she didn’t truly know how to take that. Inside Hafran, her cock throbbed and the medial ring dragged against her velvety inner passage.\n\nNo…\n\nShe tried not to think about how good the mare’s body felt rippling and pulling around her, grinding up weakly. But looking at Morlais Idris didn’t do her any good either, especially as something pulled tauter and tauter within her. She tried to wriggle, even pushing up towards her arms to see if any slack or freedom could be found there, though the tribe had chained her too well.\n\nThey had her exactly where she wanted her, her body forced incrementally towards orgasm as Hafran sank down all the way, making her sheath crinkle back likely so the mare could get every inch of the depth she craved. Hafran huffed hotly and something lurched passionately in Teifi’s chest – yet that “something” belonged to Idris’ desires and not hers. They didn’t pair up, even then, though she swirled in confusion between two states of mind.\n\n“Unff… No…” She grunted, blinking up at Hafran who had tipped forward to balance herself with two hands splayed flat on her father’s chest. “You don’t have to do this… We can work this out… We can find another way!”\n\n“You only say that…as you’re losing!”\n\nHafran was too savvy to fall for pleas like that and slipped down to kneel, keeping that wonderful rod of flesh deep within her. It reached all the way up to her cervix when she buried it so deeply inside herself and she rotated her hips gently, getting used to every sensation.\n\n“I’ll be good to you,” Hafran breathed, hiding her wickedness as she chose a different tact, rocking and bucking her hips on that mighty breeding spire. “I’ll make you cum every day… You’ll have me every day. I’ll fuck you in every position, so you get to feel what a stallion feels when they’re shooting their seed inside a mare. I’ll even carry your foals. I always wanted to have my father’s foals. In this way, everyone gets what they want.”\n\nHeat clawed at her and she moaned, though the need of a stallion was not to be denied. Not as her cock tenaciously began to flare, offering a note more friction inside Hafran. Yet she fought as hard as she could, hunching her lower back the little she could.\n\nYes, she just had to think of her tribe and everything she was doing for them, she thought grimly. The sunshine and the river, the reeds and how the frogs bubbled their way between them. Those weren’t thoughts to arouse her, but they were the kind of thoughts that could ground her, reminding her of exactly what she was fighting for.\n\nA body that was primed for lust and sensuality, at the height of the festivities, however, was not to be denied. Slowly but surely, that tightness within her swelled, as if there was no space in the stallion’s body for anything else.\n\nAgain, her eyes went back to Morlais and Idris, though she didn’t find anything there to ease down her need in any way. For all she found was Idris with his hands gripped above his head, pinned there by his son.\n\n“Yes… Yes!” He cried out, bucking the mare’s hips in the small rock he was able, for his son still had him lusciously pinned in a mating press. “More… I need more! Fill this empty vessel, my son – ah! Yes!”\n\nHe cried out as if he had no shame whatsoever in what was going on, need surging through him with devout, pulsing passion. Idris’ son ploughed into him, his cock spreading his father’s pussy around him. There was even a light pop and suck as his medial ring caught at Idris’ wet pussy, though all was as they wanted it to be.\n\nAll Teifi could do was watch in horror, her world crumbling around her. She might have been in a powerful body, but she was as helpless as a tadpole swimming from a fish, knowing their fate was sealed. Still, she howled and bucked her hips weakly, rolling the angle of her pelvis as Hafran sank down on her, squeezing around her cock.\n\n“You can’t resist,” Hafran hissed through her teeth. “Give in… You can do it… It’s going to be so much better for you if you just cum.”\n\nYet Morlais was too deep in mating to care about anything else and was going to take his father as Teifi neighed and watched, her cock flaring out thickly. He roughly crammed his dick into his father, relishing in the succulent heat of his cunt clasping his cock, milking him of every drop in his aching balls.\n\nAnd he was ready too, so very ready as he slammed into the “mare’s” fertile, ripe body, wanting to give them both what they needed. He didn’t even see Teifi in his father’s body as he shifted back to missionary, scooping a hand under Idris’ buttocks to shove the last fraction of his cock inside his body. As the “mare’s” body closed around him, his sheath pushed back even further, allowing him to relieve sparking tremors of sensation that had never had a place in his body.\n\n“Ohhhhhh!”\n\nIt would have been impossible for Morlais to hold back for a single moment more as he squeezed Idris’ ass and spent himself inside their body. His cock pulsed, sending shot after shot of cum deep into his father, the runes glowing them both as Idris squealed in a more mare-like orgasm. His eyelashes fluttered and he arched up against his son as if called by a higher power – though maybe that was the hand of the gods they worshipped so.\n\nAs Morlais and Idris climaxed together, something loosened inside Teifi. She knew without being told that her connection to her old body, a body that had been stolen from her, was weakening.\n\nNo… I just have to fight…\n\nBut her cock was flaring and she couldn’t help herself, not as Hafran grabbed her face, forcing her to look at her. Down the mare’s body, a body that the stallion’s body she was in liked very much, even if Teifi did not have an inclination towards mares. Her cock flared, scraping against the mare’s inner walls, but heated pleasure surged within her.\n\nThe runes burned hot, magic flowing through her veins. They demanded what she didn’t want to give, to offer her virility to the mare’s fertility, creating new life.\n\n“No… Can’t… Won’t… Unnnggghhh…”\n\nTeifi moaned, but it was impossible. She’d always known, deep within her soul, it was impossible – yet she’d fought as she did for her tribe.\n\nShe howled and pinned her ears as climax ripped through her, crushing her bond to her old body. Yet it didn’t matter, not as control was taken from her. Maybe that was what allowed her to finally enjoy the pleasure, though a sob still wanted to wrench itself from her chest.\n\nFor the moment was complete as she spent the stallion’s seed inside his daughter, flooding her pussy with thick, creamy spurts of cum, so much that it couldn’t help but leak out her pussy. Despite the tight seal her folds made around Teifi’s dick, a messy cream-pie bubbled forth, even as Hafran curled forward against her father’s body and moaned out her own climax.\n\nShe claimed her father’s seed with thanks, the runes glowing. Hafran didn’t need to look at them to know his seed would flow deep up into her womb, impregnating her. Never again would Teifi be able to go back to her old body and never again would her tribe interfere in their affairs.\n\nAs the broken mare, trapped in a stallion’s body, grunted and groaned under her, Hafran put her hand on the base of Teifi’s throat.\n\n“This is your life now, breeding me,” she growled in a fashion that was very unlike an equine. “Mine… Putting foal after foal in my womb. Your bond is broken and your tribe will know, in the end, of the part you played in their downfall.”\n\nTeifi huffed and panted, her nostrils flared, tears damp under her eyes. Yet there was nothing more for her to do as she succumbed to ecstasy, her thick cock jumping and twitching within the mare’s pussy, knowing she’d been used, that she’d been claimed. \n\nMorlais pulled out of his father’s pussy, exposing the messy, slick cream-pie of his sex, a drool of cum pouring forth as the “mare” acted like he was trying to push it from him. Yet Idris showed off, smirking in casual dominance, having taken all he needed and overruling the opposing tribe in the most pleasurable way possible.\n\nFor him, there could be no other way.\n\nAnd, forever, Teifi would remain one of the tribe. He’d find some use for her, if Hafran didn’t make use of her while she was in the stallion’s body, though Idris would need it back, of course, for official duties. That was his right, however.\n\nLaying her head back against the tilted platform, Teifi slumped weakly against the chains. Broken with her cock slowly softening inside Hafran, evidence of their shared lust gleaming at the sultry join of their bodies, she could not have anticipated the future ahead of her.\n\nClosing her eyes, she thought only of the pleasure, her hands closed into fists, the mare’s pussy twitching around her. If she thought only of that, maybe she could get past the despair, the utter humiliation.\n\nMaybe.\n\nBut not quite.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "One of the Tribe
Part two of two
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous
His home, as made sense, was constructed of wood and seemed to have something painted over the roof. She wondered if it helped keep the rain out, for they had several methods of keeping their homes dry in her tribe, even if it needed to be reapplied. Nature was plentiful and good to the tribe, when they tended to the land, yet even they needed to be careful that they didn’t drain certain resources too much.
It seemed to have two floors to it, however, and she tried not to look too impressed, even though there was no home in her village, not even the meeting and gathering hut, that had an upper floor. There were windows too, though they were built more like the ones she was used to: able to be opened and closed, though not with a fixed seal around the edges. That was something she had been working on with a friend in her tribe, striving to find a natural substance that would better help them seal off draughts in their homes.
Morlais guided her in and she startled with a snort, her head shooting up. Her ears slipped back, then pricked again, for there was no danger there. For the room at the entrance to the tribe leader’s home opened into a welcoming space with a fire roaring in the middle. The smoke from the fire seemed to be channelled up to an opening in the roof, though some still escaped, giving the firelight-lit space a flickering, otherworldly aura, as if there was something of a haze in the air.
Yet she couldn’t stop herself from noting the tribe leader, Idris, standing to the right of the fire, flames dancing partway across his form as if he was one with the flame itself. Idris was about the same height as his son, though had a little more of a stomach – kind of a muscle gut, if Teifi was to use terms she’d heard from other mares. He had the same bay coat, however, and his mane and tail were even longer, though the kinks in them suggesting that they were frequently braided. That was likely needed to stop both from snagging on vegetation and such when away from the village.
And then she came into view, a mare that could only be his daughter. Her features were a little finer, but there was no mistaking it as she bobbed her head slowly on her father’s cock, sucking his meat down into the back of her throat. She wore nothing at all and neither did Idris – bar the adorning jewellery of the festival that she’d seen other members of the tribe wearing too. They seemed to favour yellow and blue hues and made a mental note of that. Even in a state of shock, she recovered herself quickly enough to remember it so she could bear it in mind if they needed to ever give a gift to the tribe.
“Oh…”
“This is my sister, Hafran,” Morlais said easily, giving her the impression that sex between family members, if they were of age adults, was a normal occurrence there. “Please, come. This is all a part of the ritual, the celebration. We want you to be a part of every moment.”
Dimly, Teifi nodded. She didn’t strictly need permission to watch and yet she was relieved to have it, fighting to clamp her tail down against her growing arousal. Yet her sex demanded attention in a way her body had never needed before, winking as it tugged up and down, heaving against her own restriction to get what a mare in her prime needed.
At least, that was true when it came to the body’s needs in mating. Teifi knew there was no mare in her tribe that had been forced into sex or made to bear a foal. One stallion had tried and had been cast out for it: ample warning to the rest.
Hafran sucked her father’s cock hard, cheeks lightly hollowing, and Teifi grunted in the back of her throat as Idris powerfully grabbed the back of her head, fingers twisting roughly through her black mane. She sucked in a breath – and then Morlais was pressed up behind her, his hands roaming her body.
“Oh…”
She let it happen, arching into his touch without really knowing what she was doing. Pushing against a strong, virile stallion simply came naturally to her, as her mother had told her, and she allowed him to slip free her top, though it was not as if it had covered all that much at all. It fell to the ground and she remained with her back to him, frozen in place and yet not in a bad way. It simply felt as if Teifi was in exactly the place she needed to be, something hard rising against her buttocks.
Is it finally happening?
The mare could not have honestly said whether she was dreaming or not as she exulted in the moment, his hands running up to her bare breasts, though her necklaces draped down sensually between them. They highlighted the space between her breasts, drawing the eye, and she caught Idris’ eyes dropping to them, even as he worked his hips with a hungry kind of power, grinding into his daughter’s mouth and the back of her throat. Hafran seemed to gulp around him, a lewd, wet sound rising from their enjoyment of one another, though the mare had her hands lightly resting on her father’s thighs. If she’d wanted to push him away, she easily could have.
“Ah… Morlais…”
She breathed his name as if it was a prayer she was sending up to the gods, shivering as she rocked ardently into his touch. His fingers brushing her nipples felt good, sending sparks of pleasure through her that zinged like lightning. Her own touch had never done that – why was Morlais’ so different?
There was no time to think of that as she worked on instinct. Even though her skirt had still exposed a lot, she untied it with one awkward hand, letting the woven garment rustle down to the floor. Bar her jewellery, there was nothing to bar her from Morlais or even the other participants of the festival and his family.
In that moment, she embraced the culture, the celebration. But the mare could never have known quite what she was getting in for.
“Mmm… You feel good, Teifi,” he breathed, nibbling tenderly at her neck as she tipped her head to the side and nickered throatily. “So wonderful… Your breasts are so large, I love them.”
Her breasts were rather sizeable, in all fairness, yet it was not something the mare had ever taken in mind before. They were just her breasts. Yet some kind of heat surged inside her at the compliment and she nickered wantonly to him as he rubbed his hardening member against her exposed buttocks.
“Mmm, ah… Lower…”
She moaned to him, wanting something, though her hands were grasping and fumbling, striving to reach back for that massive length of meat that made her heart pound so. Teifi would never have denied that it was the stallions she’d been so interested in on their traversing of the festival so far, heating her loins and making her want to raise her tail high and proud. Maybe things would have been different if she had not come fully dressed – at least for her. Maybe she would have been drawn into an embrace with a stallion from the other tribe, permitted safety by the ring on her finger.
Maybe things could have been different. Teifi would never truly know.
He rubbed her pussy, hands gracing her body lower down, as she had asked him. Of course, Teifi didn’t quite know what she was asking for and it was Morlais’ experience that guided him on. Not that the mare knew just how much experience or not he actually had, but she didn’t care too much.
Not as his fingers rubbed her clit, squashing it lightly and experimenting with different pressures as he teased her. His fingers slipped lower, between her legs, gathering up silken strands of her arousal and then trailing the digits luxuriously back up towards her clit. The lubrication helped his fingers slide more easily over her swollen nub and her breath caught in her throat, nickering and rocking her hips back against him.
As much as Morlais touched her body, her eyes remained locked on Idris and his daughter. The stallion thrust in what she would have said was a savage fashion, every inch of his power rolling from him with every mighty stroke of his cock. Yet his daughter moaned around him, her hand between her legs as she ravenously fingered herself. If not for her own moans, Teifi would have been more than able to catch the lewd grunts and slurps from Hafran, though the moment was not quite about them.
With Morlais being taller than her by a few inches, his thick member rose high like a spire she was supposed to climb. Frankly, even amongst the stallions she’d watched mating so far, he had the biggest cock with a fat, meaty head that already seemed to be plumping out with raw need.
“You know you want to activate that rune, I’ve seen you looking at every other mare and stallion pairing here,” he murmured, nibbling gently on her ear. “It’ll feel so good to be a mother, Teifi. Imagine… Your stomach, swollen and round with the gift of new life. What an offering that would be!”
“Oh… I…”
Truthfully, Teifi had never thought about being a mother before, though had expected she would be one day: it was something she wanted at some point in her life. Yet her tribe had their own gods and goddesses and she believed they would tell her when the time was right for such a thing to occur. However, was she not to believe that the time was right, right then and right there?
“Imagine it…” He whispered, grinding the head of his dick between her rear cheeks, leaving a light smear of pre-cum on her rump. “It would be amazing, the offering. You could be so much more than what you are now. It’s time to let yourself feel, to take in the next stage of your life.”
She moaned, tipping forward as his hands slid down her and his cock fully slid from her grasp. Teifi had not been trying to control it but had strove to keep a hand on it, as if that touch gave her some manner of connection to the stallion at her back. It was all Morlais leading the way boldly, however, as he knelt behind her, guiding her own hand to the rune on her womb.
“I want…to be a mother,” she said shakily, fingers trembling as the blue rune began to glow. “In offering to the gods… Let this be my gift.”
He guided her through the ritualistic words, though she couldn’t have repeated them if she’d tried, speaking in an old tongue. All while his fingers brushed over her clit and slowly slipped between her winking folds, beginning to ever so lightly spread her apart for his attention.
“Mmmmm!”
She moaned through closed-lips, tail flagging high as he nuzzled into her sex, following the lead of her winking pussy. However, heat simmered through Teifi, so hot she could barely stand on her own two hooves, shifting her weight back and forth. Resting her hands on her thighs, she bent forward even more than before, the runes searing through her body as they activated, heat flaring once more inside her.
That, of course, was familiar to her, considering her age and that she had experienced seasons before. It was a state of great need and she’d had to spend hours in her private quarters, pleasuring herself. When she’d not been able to do that, she’d masturbated in the river hoping the cool flow of the water against her sex would ease down her need to be bred by a stallion.
It hadn’t helped much, but it gave her some frame of context as he lapped at her heat-soaked sex. His tongue dug succulently between her folds and she swore she felt him grinning against her, though there was much to smile about there too.
“Ohhhh, yes…”
She moaned and shifted her weight, her tail swishing high, as if it was impossible to clamp it back down again. Her body tightened and she pushed back urgently against him, though she needed contact with his cock too. But the stallion gripped her legs as he dragged his tongue over her clit and folds, dipping into her sex.
Closer and closer to the edge, she moaned and twisted, but Morlais had no intention of denying her. Not even as Teifi noticed Idris’ eyes locked on to her, thrusting furiously. Yet it was too late for Teifi to noticed the tribe leader was wearing a ring just like hers, his balls surely aching as they held back from climax. Yet he was more experienced than she was and had entered the sexual fray knowing exactly what was to come to pass.
Morlais forced her over the edge as she howled out her pleasure, climax ripping through her. Faintly, she was aware of the stallion reaching his high too, thrusting powerfully as his daughter’s throat worked to gulp down his load. Yet Teifi was caught up in her own mind, losing herself there as her mind wavered, shaking as the world around her tipped sickeningly.
Down and down and down… Had she ever had an orgasm that powerful? Her pussy clenched, milking an invisible cock – and darkness consumed her.
“Unnngghhh…”
She groaned as she blinked, slowly coming back around. Yet she wasn’t where she had been standing when climax had taken her but seemed chained to a sloping platform, which she hadn’t had experience to before. Nickering, she struggled, but even her voice was throaty and deep, as if there was a rougher edge to her tone.
And then she caught sight of herself before her, standing next to Morlais and Hafran, and stilled.
No…
Something vile was afoot! She thrashed, fighting, and Morlais laughed, shaking his head lightly but not entirely unkindly.
“You may have learned more about our customs before venturing here,” he said bluntly, gesturing to her. “You would have recognised that ring, filly, if you had. That ring was intended, always, to be used with a couple – so they could experience what the other felt.”
“But… But…” She tried to speak, though her voice came out deeper and gruffer, not her own at all even with the shaky hint of fear nickering through it. “I didn’t know… I’m not in a couple!”
“That is true,” Morlais said, seeming darker and more foreboding than he had before. “If two have sex, with a foal being conceived, it breaks the magic – and renders the swap permanent. We have great plans for your body, Teifi, but we don’t think you need to be involved. You can stay here while your body, with my father inside it, returns to your tribe.”
Idris, in Teifi’s body, smiled and turned, flicking his tail prettily.
“They’ll never know it’s not you,” he said. “And never again will your tribe bother us, not when I am through with them.”
“Wait – no! Please! We don’t want this, we want peace! We want to make a new way for our tribes to exist together!”
She tried begging, pleading – yet it did no good. They’d made up their mind and Morlais looked down on her mockingly, his lips pressed together. Yet, to the stallion, it was just another escalation in the war between their tribes. Whereas there would be more bloodshed, it would end the disarray between them. His tribe simply had a very different way of doing things to Teifi’s.
He looked over her, in his father’s body, checking the chains they’d had forged by the blacksmith, who was making great strides in taking their tribe forward. Soon, there would be more powerful weapons too for them to use, but they would take their enemies out with cunning before then.
Idris smirked in the mare’s body, gently running his hands over his new body. It was not a form that the older, middle-aged stallion was going to give up in a hurry as he pinched his nipples and laughed, swinging his wider hips from side to side. Although they had planned the switch, it was still different to be in a body like that and he spread his legs a little, flexing his hocks as he bent forward.
“This is a pussy worth breeding,” he snickered crudely, though his words came out in Teifi’s voice. “Mmm… Mares really get the best of all worlds.”
“Please… Please, don’t hurt my tribe! Don’t hurt me!”
Teifi cried out and tried to stomp, but her legs were chained down too and there was no way for her to simply kick her way free. She grunted and snorted, nostrils rippling, straining with her new muscles. Yet the chains, of course, were designed to hold a full-grown muscular stallion down. Even if Teifi was not that, she was in the body of one – and didn’t even know how to use her own body.
Before her, Idris massaged his breasts, rolling them in his hands and kneading them so roughly that the flesh bulged out between his fingers. She wanted to tell him not to be so rough with her, with her body, but was it even really her body anymore? Her whole perspective had shifted with being in another form and Teifi didn’t even truly know what she was looking at anymore.
Not even as the tribe leader bent over at the waist and flagged his tail, showing off her very own, winking pussy. She blushed and tried to turn her head away, but Idris forced her to see as he pinched his nipples into sensitive peaks, letting her see exactly how strings of arousal marked his folds. His body was ripe and ready to be bred after Teifi’s earlier orgasm, though she still endured the afterglow of a stallion’s orgasm too.
Her cock hung against her thigh, still half-hard as if it was reluctant to droop fully and slip back into her sheath. She didn’t know what she wanted it to do, whether it was better to have that beast of a cock hidden away again or to have it out – just to remind her she was not as her mind thought.
Think, Teifi, think!
She had to find a way out of there, to thwart them in some way. Yet Idris had other ideas in mind.
“Let’s make this permanent, son,” he said with a smirk, crooking his finger in a way that suited him better in Teifi’s body than it would have done if he’d been in his own, male body. “It’s time I experienced the true pleasure of a mare and made this change permanent.”
When Teifi made a broken, strangled, sound, he blinked at her dispassionately, letting out a less than delicate snort.
“Oh, do not fear,” he said, completely “misjudging” what Teifi was concerned about. “As the instigator, I will still be able to swap between my body and yours. Walking the path between them is mine to command. You will still live and experience, when in my body alone. Otherwise, the tales tell that it will be just like sleeping.”
She didn’t want that, but what say did she have as her cock twitched, blood flowing into it as she stared with a strange yearning in her gut at the “mare” before her. Yet she didn’t like mares in that way: she already knew that. The body she was in liked mares, however, as Idris lay back on the woven rug on the floor, which was far enough from the fire in the centre of that entrance room to not be at risk of being caught by embers.
“I am hot…” He hissed through his teeth, spreading his legs and his lusciously winking pussy wide for his son’s pleasure. “And ready… This body is empty and it needs you, Morlais. I need you.”
That was just what Morlais had been waiting for as he grunted and flagged his tail, though he was yet to orgasm. Hafran waited, her eyes glinting, though there was an edge of cruelty in the mare that Teifi had not caught before. Yet she didn’t need to know about the daughter and how she had orchestrated the whole thing, even to the point of sucking off her own father. Such debauchery pleased the fertility god, after all, and she was more than ready to make any sacrifice, pleasurable or not, to take her tribe from power to power.
“You should have stayed with your tribe…” Hafran chuckled, her voice deeper than how Teifi would have imagined it. “You never belonged beyond your orders. Perhaps we would not have had to chase you back like the vermin you are, a plague on the land, if you had remained on your side of the river.”
She didn’t know what that meant and neither did Teifi need to, not as she watched, helpless to stop it, as Morlais pushed slowly into his father, in her body. The mare-Idris moaned and stretched his arms out above his head, submitting to his son’s powerful, virile body. The length of Morlais’ cock worked its way deeper and deeper, spreading out the virgin folds, though both Morlais and Idris were ready for it.
And Teifi wasn’t even able to experience her own deflowering. Not in her own body, as she never would be ever again, her body was no longer a virgin. Yet her mind was, moaning as Hafran took charge and put Teifi’s hand on the runes above her womb. They glowed, activating, and Teifi stared.
“My father has already said the recitation,” Hafran explained, seemingly with great pleasure. “You need do nothing… For it is us who are in charge now.”
Hafran hissed through her teeth and let her head fall back, straddling her father’s body as she grabbed her own breasts. She wanted to savour every moment of need flowing through her, the simmering race of her own arousal searing up. Her season had to come, reminding her that her body was ripe and ready, though it would not be her first time mating. It would, however, be her first time taking her father’s cock like that – and that was exactly what Hafran was waiting for.
The treachery, the betrayal… Yes, that turned her on too, though knowing her tribe would prosper was all she needed to know too. Need thrummed through her, like a chord on one of their string instruments being played – but Hafran had never been all that interested in music. It was nice to listen to, but there were so many more important things to be done.
Yet Teifi was there in the moment too, staring in horror as her nostrils flared and she dragged in needy suck after suck of breath. She was aroused and she couldn’t stop her new cock from twitching on Idris’ body, slowly thickening up again and rising to attention.
“No!”
“Oh, but yes…”
Hafran laughed as Teifi tried to think of anything that would get her cock to go down once more, granting her relief from the horror that was about to befall her. Yet the sound of Morlais thrusting into Idris’ pussy didn’t help either, not as he ground every inch of his cock into the not-so-virgin pussy, savouring their shared delight. Teifi groaned, clenching and unclenching her hands from fists, yet nothing she tried to think of to take her mind away would strip her from vile reality.
The firelight danced and yet the heat was inside her, sweating as her bay coat darkened in patches. A huge length of stallion meat bobbed before her, the rune on her hand glowing. She closed her hand and tried to rub it off with her fingers, though there was no stopping it, despite the rising gleam of sweat dampening her coat.
Hafran cared not for her terror as she shuffled up, needing to rise into a low crouch just to get her pussy high enough to take her father’s cock just as she wanted to. For it was still Idris’ body even though he had put a steward in there, to look after it, for the time being. She gripped his shaft with a moan of utter relish, the moment she had longed for finally there.
“I have been waiting for this…”
She slowly ground the head of that cock against her folds, bearing down, wanting more. Hafran could have taken it slowly, though she yearned to be stretched open around the stallion’s cock and threw a wicked smirk to Teifi as she allowed the shaft to penetrate her. The tip was unflared at that time and her sex stretched to accommodate it, hugging the length of the shaft as she ground it deeper and deeper inside herself.
Of course, there was nothing Teifi could do to stop it, letting out a broken whinny as her body was used – but it wasn’t really her body, was it? Her body was being fucked by the stallion she’d thought, at one point, that she might have sex with to bring the tribes together. Oh, how wrong she had been!
Nothing was hers and yet sensation overwhelmed her, heat clinging to her cock for the very first time. For there was nothing that could ever have been compared to having a pussy around a cock like that, of taking a mare as a stallion should. Teifi’s body tensed, wanting to thrust, yet she was chained down too securely to do more than rock, her legs flung out to their furthest extent so she could not even put any leverage behind her motions.
She was not as she wanted to be, not as the leader’s daughter rose and fell on her cock, moaning and letting her head fall back, her mane braided and swaying back and forth. It would have been a hypnotic moment if not for the horror of it all, though that really was not for Teifi to say, one way or the other.”
“You can resist all you like,” Hafran mocked while Teifi pinned her ears and bared her teeth at her. “I know what my father’s body likes and you cannot do anything about it.”
“Unff… I cannot…spend this body’s seed…in you…” She groaned, though something tightened and pulled at her core, something she could not explain or put words to. “I will…hold
“Ah… That’s a sweet thought, but you will succumb,” Hafran said, the mare oddly composed considering the cock she was riding. “And your downfall with be the honey on my tongue when I revel in my own orgasm. So, fight me. It only makes the breaking of you all the more wonderful for me…”
Teifi groaned. She wanted to tell Hafran that there was no way she’d orgasm, that she’d hold back to her very last breath, at all costs. At least, that was how Teifi could have handled the situation if she had been in her right mind and body. She ached, her hips desperate to thrust, feeling the surge of a stallion in breeding rut powering through her.
She was strong, she was powerful: she was a stud who needed to spend his seed. The mare, however, rose too slowly on her cock, making it twitch and jump within her, pulses of need searing through Teifi’s shaft.
No…
How could she make sense of wanting and not wanting something at the same time? She nickered and tried to kick out, but all that did was send a lancing jab of pain up her leg. It helped clear her mind for a heartbeat of a moment, yet no more than that, not as her head spun and spun and spun.
The firelight cast wicked shadows on the wall of the wooden cabin and she swallowed her grunts the best she could. She wanted no part in their ritual, no… And if she held off, maybe there was still a chance she could get back to her tribe, warn them of the impending danger. Deep down, there was still a sense of loss too, of the betrayal she carried in her heart on behalf of her tribe.
Yet she didn’t have time to allow that to dwell there, a moan breaking from her as she was forced to pay attention to the throb of her cock within the mare’s pussy. Was that what her own pussy would feel like if she was being taken by a stallion? Her mind reeled with lust and she grunted thickly, the needy sounds forced from her lips as if by a power that rendered the mere act of resistance entirely beyond her control.
Control… Equines fought so strongly for that and yet they so often failed. That was why her tribe worked with nature as well as they could, seeking the balance in all things. Maybe that was why her tribe would never have worked with the other, why they had always been doomed to fail.
That would at least be comforting to her when all was said and done.
Dimly, she peered past Hafran’s rising and falling body, noting that the mare had sped up. Yet she seemed more engaged in her own pleasure, seeking out her own kind of high, than anything else I that moment.
Morlais thrust powerfully into Idris, his thighs pressed to the “mare’s” in a mating press. Maybe Idris wanted to be overpowered, or perhaps that was something that Teifi, in her body and sexual preferences, had always desired. She certainly had some of that in feeling what Idris liked, but there was little more than that she could tell or suspect.
“Oh… Yes… More…” Idris moaned, turning his head so his cheek was flat to the rug and he faced his daughter and Teifi with an insidious grin. “Mmm… Watch him take me. My son… He would never be a fit stallion for you.”
Teifi tensed, humiliation clawing at the pit of her stomach, yet that was just a quip from the tribe leader. His conquest had to be recognised one way or the other and she didn’t truly know how to take that. Inside Hafran, her cock throbbed and the medial ring dragged against her velvety inner passage.
No…
She tried not to think about how good the mare’s body felt rippling and pulling around her, grinding up weakly. But looking at Morlais Idris didn’t do her any good either, especially as something pulled tauter and tauter within her. She tried to wriggle, even pushing up towards her arms to see if any slack or freedom could be found there, though the tribe had chained her too well.
They had her exactly where she wanted her, her body forced incrementally towards orgasm as Hafran sank down all the way, making her sheath crinkle back likely so the mare could get every inch of the depth she craved. Hafran huffed hotly and something lurched passionately in Teifi’s chest – yet that “something” belonged to Idris’ desires and not hers. They didn’t pair up, even then, though she swirled in confusion between two states of mind.
“Unff… No…” She grunted, blinking up at Hafran who had tipped forward to balance herself with two hands splayed flat on her father’s chest. “You don’t have to do this… We can work this out… We can find another way!”
“You only say that…as you’re losing!”
Hafran was too savvy to fall for pleas like that and slipped down to kneel, keeping that wonderful rod of flesh deep within her. It reached all the way up to her cervix when she buried it so deeply inside herself and she rotated her hips gently, getting used to every sensation.
“I’ll be good to you,” Hafran breathed, hiding her wickedness as she chose a different tact, rocking and bucking her hips on that mighty breeding spire. “I’ll make you cum every day… You’ll have me every day. I’ll fuck you in every position, so you get to feel what a stallion feels when they’re shooting their seed inside a mare. I’ll even carry your foals. I always wanted to have my father’s foals. In this way, everyone gets what they want.”
Heat clawed at her and she moaned, though the need of a stallion was not to be denied. Not as her cock tenaciously began to flare, offering a note more friction inside Hafran. Yet she fought as hard as she could, hunching her lower back the little she could.
Yes, she just had to think of her tribe and everything she was doing for them, she thought grimly. The sunshine and the river, the reeds and how the frogs bubbled their way between them. Those weren’t thoughts to arouse her, but they were the kind of thoughts that could ground her, reminding her of exactly what she was fighting for.
A body that was primed for lust and sensuality, at the height of the festivities, however, was not to be denied. Slowly but surely, that tightness within her swelled, as if there was no space in the stallion’s body for anything else.
Again, her eyes went back to Morlais and Idris, though she didn’t find anything there to ease down her need in any way. For all she found was Idris with his hands gripped above his head, pinned there by his son.
“Yes… Yes!” He cried out, bucking the mare’s hips in the small rock he was able, for his son still had him lusciously pinned in a mating press. “More… I need more! Fill this empty vessel, my son – ah! Yes!”
He cried out as if he had no shame whatsoever in what was going on, need surging through him with devout, pulsing passion. Idris’ son ploughed into him, his cock spreading his father’s pussy around him. There was even a light pop and suck as his medial ring caught at Idris’ wet pussy, though all was as they wanted it to be.
All Teifi could do was watch in horror, her world crumbling around her. She might have been in a powerful body, but she was as helpless as a tadpole swimming from a fish, knowing their fate was sealed. Still, she howled and bucked her hips weakly, rolling the angle of her pelvis as Hafran sank down on her, squeezing around her cock.
“You can’t resist,” Hafran hissed through her teeth. “Give in… You can do it… It’s going to be so much better for you if you just cum.”
Yet Morlais was too deep in mating to care about anything else and was going to take his father as Teifi neighed and watched, her cock flaring out thickly. He roughly crammed his dick into his father, relishing in the succulent heat of his cunt clasping his cock, milking him of every drop in his aching balls.
And he was ready too, so very ready as he slammed into the “mare’s” fertile, ripe body, wanting to give them both what they needed. He didn’t even see Teifi in his father’s body as he shifted back to missionary, scooping a hand under Idris’ buttocks to shove the last fraction of his cock inside his body. As the “mare’s” body closed around him, his sheath pushed back even further, allowing him to relieve sparking tremors of sensation that had never had a place in his body.
“Ohhhhhh!”
It would have been impossible for Morlais to hold back for a single moment more as he squeezed Idris’ ass and spent himself inside their body. His cock pulsed, sending shot after shot of cum deep into his father, the runes glowing them both as Idris squealed in a more mare-like orgasm. His eyelashes fluttered and he arched up against his son as if called by a higher power – though maybe that was the hand of the gods they worshipped so.
As Morlais and Idris climaxed together, something loosened inside Teifi. She knew without being told that her connection to her old body, a body that had been stolen from her, was weakening.
No… I just have to fight…
But her cock was flaring and she couldn’t help herself, not as Hafran grabbed her face, forcing her to look at her. Down the mare’s body, a body that the stallion’s body she was in liked very much, even if Teifi did not have an inclination towards mares. Her cock flared, scraping against the mare’s inner walls, but heated pleasure surged within her.
The runes burned hot, magic flowing through her veins. They demanded what she didn’t want to give, to offer her virility to the mare’s fertility, creating new life.
“No… Can’t… Won’t… Unnnggghhh…”
Teifi moaned, but it was impossible. She’d always known, deep within her soul, it was impossible – yet she’d fought as she did for her tribe.
She howled and pinned her ears as climax ripped through her, crushing her bond to her old body. Yet it didn’t matter, not as control was taken from her. Maybe that was what allowed her to finally enjoy the pleasure, though a sob still wanted to wrench itself from her chest.
For the moment was complete as she spent the stallion’s seed inside his daughter, flooding her pussy with thick, creamy spurts of cum, so much that it couldn’t help but leak out her pussy. Despite the tight seal her folds made around Teifi’s dick, a messy cream-pie bubbled forth, even as Hafran curled forward against her father’s body and moaned out her own climax.
She claimed her father’s seed with thanks, the runes glowing. Hafran didn’t need to look at them to know his seed would flow deep up into her womb, impregnating her. Never again would Teifi be able to go back to her old body and never again would her tribe interfere in their affairs.
As the broken mare, trapped in a stallion’s body, grunted and groaned under her, Hafran put her hand on the base of Teifi’s throat.
“This is your life now, breeding me,” she growled in a fashion that was very unlike an equine. “Mine… Putting foal after foal in my womb. Your bond is broken and your tribe will know, in the end, of the part you played in their downfall.”
Teifi huffed and panted, her nostrils flared, tears damp under her eyes. Yet there was nothing more for her to do as she succumbed to ecstasy, her thick cock jumping and twitching within the mare’s pussy, knowing she’d been used, that she’d been claimed.
Morlais pulled out of his father’s pussy, exposing the messy, slick cream-pie of his sex, a drool of cum pouring forth as the “mare” acted like he was trying to push it from him. Yet Idris showed off, smirking in casual dominance, having taken all he needed and overruling the opposing tribe in the most pleasurable way possible.
For him, there could be no other way.
And, forever, Teifi would remain one of the tribe. He’d find some use for her, if Hafran didn’t make use of her while she was in the stallion’s body, though Idris would need it back, of course, for official duties. That was his right, however.
Laying her head back against the tilted platform, Teifi slumped weakly against the chains. Broken with her cock slowly softening inside Hafran, evidence of their shared lust gleaming at the sultry join of their bodies, she could not have anticipated the future ahead of her.
Closing her eyes, she thought only of the pleasure, her hands closed into fists, the mare’s pussy twitching around her. If she thought only of that, maybe she could get past the despair, the utter humiliation.
Maybe.
But not quite.",
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