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Characters © respective owners", "writing": "Back to the Breeding Pens\nBreeding YCH round\n\nWritten by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)\nA YCH for LunarPearl10/Akurah, silvergooddragon and Ruby Onyx Silverwing\n\n\nRuby clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the dragoness lying gently over one of the breeding stands at The Breeding Pens. Her black tail draped sensually over the side, though the soft, padded bench itself seemed to be designed for a taller partner to “mount” them, for her legs could not reach the floor. Her wings shuffled against her back as she huffed, breasts squashing lightly under her. \n\n“This is taking some time…”\n\nThe tip of her tail curled back and forth, though the dragon, truly, had not been in there for all that long. That didn’t stop Ruby from tipping her head, angling her blue horns delicately, while she wriggled on the deeper purple plate-scales that layered down her front, soft and flexible over her breasts but dipping between her thighs too, reaching the sweet treat of her pussy. It wasn’t a part of her that Ruby tried all that hard to hide, but she usually had some “extra equipment” in front of her folds. Being able to shift her sex, from time to time, was just another benefit of being a dragoness.\n\nSo, Ruby took on a fully female form so she could be bred, casting her eyes around the pens lazily. The breeding room she was in was one she had chosen and set up with a barnyard theme. A white fence ringed the breeding area with bales of hay strategically stacked and placed around the zone, both for ambience and, of course, so the participants could enjoy them in the process of breeding. \n\nThe door creaked open, allowing another party to enter, and she perked up, pushing herself up from the tall, padded bench with both of her paws at once. Yet it was not her breeding stud who entered but an obviously female, at least to her, centaur. Ruby sighed and scoffed faintly, her impatience to be bred shining through. But the best things in life, as she well knew, could not be rushed.\n\n“I see you’re here for the same reasons as I am,” Ruby said, her tone coming out as something sultrier than intended, but that was not a bad thing at all. “But I didn’t think a centaur would join me.”\n\nNedril smiled faintly, but she dressed more modestly than Ruby – at least for a centaur. 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The golden-brown of the patches on her white coat stood out and her hide quivered as Nedril’s eyes swept the room and landed on Ruby once again.\n\nThe busty, curvy dragoness, of course, had no shame about her body at all – and she had even less than usual, when it came to her inhibitions, with heat simmering through her body. Her tail curled sinuously back and forth, with more flexibility near the tip, though Nedril’s eyes couldn’t help but go back to Ruby’s breasts over and over again. If it was rude, the dragoness didn’t comment on the centaur’s obvious attention.\n\n“So, is there someone you have your eye on?” She queried, perching on a bale of hay and crossing one leg over the other. “Or are you here for a stranger? Their success rate is off the charts!”\n\nNedril hesitated, her tail twitching.\n\n“Well…” It was strange to be so forward and open with someone she didn’t know – but she was sure they were going to be more intimately acquainted in due course. “Maybe, yes… But I doubt he would ever come here.”\n\nShe rubbed the back of her neck a little sheepishly, a shy but determined smile spreading across her face.\n\n“But it’s time to become a mother and I want this experience, just for me.”\n\n“Hope you don’t mind sharing a little then,” Ruby said with a flirty grin, only just about holding back from blowing a kiss to the centaur. “I think I’m going to get quite a show here… There’s a lot of you to love.”\n\nShe would have been cruder and shown off to the centaur that she too had a mare pussy between her legs, flush with heat and twitching as it winked determinedly, but even Ruby could tell that was a little too much for the centaur. 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His thick, full tail fell proudly as his mane spilled down his neck, the entire effect of him enough to make the centaur’s heart pound.\n\n“Odin…” She breathed, trying to find the words – but was that really all that necessary when Odin had always proven himself to be a stallion of few words too? “I… I didn’t think you’d be here.”\n\n“But she hoped you’d be here,” Ruby quipped, making the blush on Nedril’s face darken even more. “I take it she’ll have you then, fancy stallion… And that means you are mine, honey.”\n\nShe deepened her tone, though finding a term of endearment that suited the massive feral stag was harder than she could have imagined. Both Odin and the deer were, of course, non-anthros, walking on four legs. It was not a situation she had anticipated, being the only full anthro in the breeding room, but Ruby didn’t mind that. Her legs quivered and she pressed her thighs together in anticipation, arousal building as heat pooled at her core, sinking deeper and deeper.\n\nThe stag stepped forward, though only Akurah knew he was so much more than a stag. Sure, he looked like a deer, except for the heavy wreath of moss and further foliage that naturally sprung around his neck, draping down his shoulders and the front of his chest. It was a natural part of him, being a forest god, but that was something Akurah tended to keep to himself, except where necessary. The big stag’s presence spoke for itself, with his full rack of large antlers that, even then, he had no trouble at all bearing. It was his right and his way as a god of the forest.\n\nHe caught the dragoness’ eyes going to the orange tiger lily on top of his head, bright and vibrant. Yet the stag could not resist showing off a little as he lowered his head, inclining it briefly in respect to the one he was to breed. More foliage encircled his lower limbs and he knew her eyes were glancing over the blue and white features in his “mane” of foliage: blueberries and white flowers, their scent lingering around him as he puffed up his chest proudly.\n\nAkurah licked his lips, half-turning to show off his full, heavy balls, which were thickly furred too – though nowhere near enough to hide their virility. The orbs hung dominantly under their own weight, lightly stretching the neck of his sack, and he caught the dragoness’ eyes locked on to him, while the stallion and the centaur took up position together.\n\n“I am more than happy to breed such a fine dragoness,” Akurah said, a deep tone easily rolling from him. “You will find me more than satisfactory…and may even come back for more. Many of my other partners have sought me out after breeding once, whether to fill their wombs once more or simply for another round of bliss. I am Akurah. And you will remember the name.”\n\n“Oh…”\n\nRuby’s jaw fell slack, lips parting into a light “O” of surprise. Oh, that was hotter than it had any right to be and she didn’t know whether she had to keep squeezing her thighs together to hide her arousal or to fall to her knees right there before the breeding stud.\n\nMaybe it was the effect of The Breeding Pens, though they had stated, many times over, that no pheromones or aphrodisiacs of any kind were pumped into the breeding rooms. All that came there to breed, regardless of their sex and gender, understood their contract and exactly what they were there for. There was no lack of consent ever to be had there.\n\nBut she wanted him, so badly, as Akurah invited her to him with a delicate tip of her antlers – yet he never truly lowered his head. 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It was just a nuance of equine body language, a means of communication only they understood; it was not something easily learned. He licked his lips as the centaur followed his lead, giving Odin enough space to rear up and rest his forelegs, bent, on the bale of hay.\n\nOdin did not need to lift himself all that high to offer Nedril easy access to his sheath and balls, the thick spill of his fleshy shaft begging for attention. Or, rather, it demanded attention in a way the centaur mare was more than ready to deliver to him.\n\nIt was not natural to her, to be below a male, but Nedril’s experience was not as extensive as the centaur might have liked. She had wanted to be with other males, not only centaurs and stallions, but hadn’t known what to do or say about things, tongue-tied and stumbling over her own hooves. Of course, she’d had a handful of sexual partners before, relationships too, but it had always been more natural for her when her partner took the lead.\n\nOdin gave her all that and more, stripping away even the need for conversation from her. Nedril’s heart pounded as she watched the stag, out of the corner of her eye, line up next to Odin, though he didn’t need to raise his body for the dragoness to get under him. \n\nBut the males needed attention as both centaur and dragoness folded under their respective partners, Nedril needing to take a little more care as she bowed her forelegs. It was hard to get her human half under his stomach and he shuffled up a little higher on to the bale, his powerful hindquarters easily shuffling him into position.\n\nHis cock bobbed before her and Nedril leaned into him lustfully, her cheek resting against his flank, the smooth, warm barrel of his stomach. Her hands crept forward and, somehow, it was easier when she didn’t have to fully take in what she was doing, both palms skimming over that length of horse meat. Nedril let out a soft moan, tail lifting and flagging, though the centaur could not control the winking of her pussy, her body straining, even then, to show off its need.\n\nHowever, even if her body was ready to be bred, her mind was not yet prepared. And that was where Odin came in, letting her inhale his scent and even the light musk surrounding him, that innate sense of virility that rolled from the stud stallion in waves. He grunted, stomping a hind hoof, tail lifting, but he let the centaur take her time with him, hands folding and wrapping around his shaft as much as they were able.\n\nRuby moaned as she nuzzled up under the stag’s underside, skimming through the thicker fur there. Yet his balls enticed her, even as her fingers ground back and forth into her pussy, curled up inside her so they could tease over the sensitive nerve-endings inside with every push and pull of her paw. She lapped less than tentatively over his sheath, feeling it thicken with his cock, and let her nose guide her down to his nuts again, for there was so very much of them there to worship.\n\nHis cock grew above her as she lapped lustfully over his balls, taking long, slow drags of her tongue. Her body screamed at her to bend over, to let herself be fucked raw and ragged, but it felt somewhat like she was already in the stag’s thrall, as if Akurah had a power over her she couldn’t quite put words to.\n\nRuby didn’t need to, not as Akurah shifted his weight and allowed her to pleasure his balls, worshipping them as if she could have spent hour after hour down there, tucked under his body. It felt safe there, the stag’s lightly spread legs braced protectively over her as he grunted and chuffed. \n\nWhen her lips touched his cock, however, his blood sang with heat and the stag couldn’t stop himself from letting out a soft bellow. It echoed through the breeding chamber as Ruby sucked on his cock, her soft lips sliding easily down his smooth length as she sank all the way to the base. She sucked cock like she was born to it, every nuance of her lust searing through that connection between her lips and his flesh, although Akurah was all too aware her paw was between her legs.\n\nGrunting, he fought the urge to spear forward, to rock his hips and send his cock deep into her mouth, deeper than it already was. He had to breed her, to take her, to use that hot, wet pussy in the best of ways. It was what she craved and what he was there to do, though the tease of oral delights held them back and warmed them up, if only for a little while longer.\n\n“Mmmm… Just like that, sweet one,” he rumbled, rolling his hips and entire body slightly forward as Ruby groaned around him. “Deeper…”\n\nShe was obedient – and devoutly horny. Sinking her lips to the base, she sucked hard and her cheeks hollowed, Akurah sucking in a deep breath that resounded through his shuddering flanks. Yet the dragoness didn’t let off, one paw on the barrel of his stomach for seeming stability, though Akurah shivered at the contact. It was intimate and it connected them in another way, her fingers curling faintly as they pulled softly through his thicker fur.\n\nRuby tried to look to the side where the stallion had reared up, wanting to get a good view of his shaft. Yet, even then, she was too caught up in the moment of taking Akurah deep, fingers grinding passionately into her pussy. The heel of her hand pressed down over her clit in a rough push, but it was more than enough pressure for her to take the edge off, to stop her from splaying herself out before the stag and beg him to fuck her, to mount her.\n\nHer vision being obscured by her position under his belly, however, didn’t mean she couldn’t listen in on what was happening. The slick sound of Nedril’s hand moving over the stallion’s cock, perhaps gathering pre-cum from the tip, caught her attention and she focused intently on that, grounded by the feel of Akurah’s cock in her mouth. It was slimmer than the stallion’s but just as long, the tip lightly tapered as if it was designed to penetrate a femfur, easing them open sweetly for the most passionate of lust.\n\n“Unff…”\n\nRuby groaned, the tip of her tail twitching as if pained. More, she needed more, but she was caught by a moment where she was the submissive. It was easier to sink into it, to find her place there, the stag looming above her in the best of ways: why would she ever have wanted anything else? She rocked her weight from one hip to the other, ignorant of the ache in her knees, for it simply didn’t seem important at that time. \n\nAkurah had a better view of what was going on and exchanged a pleased look with Odin as their cocks were serviced. Masturbation or oral pleasures were not expected from their partners in the breeding pens, but sometimes things lined up so perfectly it would be a shame not to enjoy what was offered to them. Akurah was not at all against nuzzling up between the thighs of a willing femfur either, his slippery, wet tongue teasing them open before making them howl his name at the peak of climax.\n\nHe cast his eyes over the stallion and the centaur, though the female, whose name he had not caught, was down on the knees of her forelegs on the other side of the stallion. Odin seemed pleasant enough but not all that conversational, which Akurah could understand. His ears twitched as he leaned into the moment, watching as the centaur’s hand appeared in a flash of pale skin, stroking the stallion’s cock under his belly. It couldn’t hope to fold all the way around the girth of his length, but she was fortunate in the sense that she had a body far better designed to take large cocks than he anticipated most anthro bodies were.\n\nRuby, however, was set to surprise him.\n\nOdin grunted, rocking his hindquarters forward with urgency as Nedril masturbated him, the weight of her leaning into his body making his hide jump and shiver in that decidedly equine fashion. He chewed and licked his lips, though it was still not yet the release of tension he really wanted. Muscle bunched in his hind end and he cautiously stepped forward, using some of the stacked bales, just behind the one he was already reared up on to, to creep higher. Standing almost all the way up on his hind legs, stretching tall, Odin allowed Nedril the grace of easier access to his breeding pole – which the centaur took full advantage of.\n\nShe took a moment, fingers trembling, but followed his lead, like a good little breeding mare. Maybe it would have been considered crude, in other circles, to refer to her as such, but it was not there, no. It was right and well and he grunted as she pressed her lips reverently to the head of his member, slowly parting around him. \n\n“Mmm…”\n\nHe let out a deep groan, resonating through the barrel of his body, and rocked lightly against her, though her mouth was not one designed for taking a cock like his all that deep. Nedril, to her credit, strained her mouth open as wide as she could, eyes clearly watering as she sucked on his cock-tip. It flared mildly and throbbed against her lips with every pulse of blood and energy that rocked through the stallion, for the rhythms of his own body, in that manner, were not for Odin to control.\n\nHe had to let it come, throb by throb and pulse by pulse, for that was the natural way of it. Grunting, he arched his proud neck, mane spilling seductively down, but his “mare” could not even see it, indulging in his cock as she was. Her soft lips kissed down his length, adoring every last inch of him, and Odin quivered as she caressed over his medial ring. There was nothing quite like that, whether the touch came from fingers or questing, curious lips. It could be as light as a feather or tease into a deeper kind of pressure: either way, it was everything he needed and so much more.\n\nI chose my mare well.\n\nHis cock throbbed, needing her – and the time for indulgence was past.\n\nPulling back, he groaned and eased off the bales – carefully, so as not to harm or even jostle Nedril. His mare was to be treated with the utmost care, his eyes soft and gentle, though his lips ghosted over her head as she remained bowed down on her forelegs, her human torso tipped forward as if she didn’t quite know what to do.\n\n“Take off those clothes,” he said gently, though Nedril was only wearing clothing on her upper half. “Then present yourself to me, when you are ready.”\n\nNedril shivered, doing as he asked, though the time it took to draw her white blouse up and over her head seemed to take an age, the ruffles tickling her bare skin as she revealed herself to him. She could have left it at that, but she had a bra underneath to take care of too and an instinctive pull in her begged her to be obedient. It was like something slotted into place inside her, leading her on in just the right direction and showing her the path that felt the most “right” in her mind.\n\nIt was her: it was Nedril. And the centaur never needed to be anything more or less than herself when she was around Orin. It was high time she learned that, mating with her stud in the way centaurs and horses were always meant to.\n\nWhile Nedril readied herself, Ruby blinked back to reality, a throbbing cock in her face. She glanced aside, catching the stallion’s legs moving, but she didn’t really know what was going on. Moaning, the dragoness leaned in, flicking the tip of her tongue salaciously against the stag’s cock, wanting more from it. He hadn’t even given her one load yet and she was already soaked between her thighs. Her arousal dripped freely to the floor as her knees had come apart, slowly, in the process of giving him a blowjob. Yet she couldn’t have said at all when that had happened, only that need prickled through her like an itch that would drive her mad if she did not scratch it.\n\n“Yes, little dragoness…”\n\nShe shivered, the stag learning her little quirks and taking advantage of them. But then he stepped away from her, leaving too much open space between them as she whined and scrambled after him, her heavy breasts swinging merely with the shift of her movement. She had to get close to him!\n\nAkurah chuckled, shaking his head at her. He couldn’t really blame the dragon for her desire, for it happened with many of his partners, but he needed to guide her.\n\n“Climb up on the single bales,” he instructed, gesturing with a foreleg as the foliage around his neck ruffled, the berries and flowers seeming to shine all the more wonderfully as Akurah came into his own. “On your back, legs spread for me. Are you ready?”\n\n“Mmm, yesh…”\n\nRuby’s tongue didn’t seem to want to wrap itself around the words, though, as she lay back and scooted her butt to the edge of the soft hay bale, she realised she had a much better view of the other two. And why shouldn’t she get to indulge in a little voyeuristic delight with need thrumming through her, pulsating lightly as if it sang with the heat of her blood? The dragoness wriggled as the stag moved over her, expertly rearing up – but only lightly. His forelegs came down on either side of her head, but Akurah did not have to push all that far over her to get into position, considering Ruby’s size too.\n\nHer wings rumpled under her back as she curled her fingers, almost possessively, around his foreleg, whining and lapping plaintively against the side of her muzzle. It would not get Ruby anywhere, but the dragoness felt she had to do something, even if only the throbbing spire of his cock would relieve the heat in her. It throbbed, her body rising in response to it as her free hand grabbed her breasts, squeezing and digging her fingers crudely into her own scaled flesh.\n\n“Relax, Ruby…”\n\nShe quivered and took a deep, juddering breath.\n\n“Yes… Yes, Akurah, I will relax…”\n\nIt felt like the right thing to say and she felt a little more soothed afterwards, though her tail still swung back and forth where it draped over the edge of the bale. She supposed there was not much to be done about that, but she had her stud to guide her on, to give her the pleasure she needed. His cock quested up between her legs, but Ruby was so far gone already that she didn’t even think to guide him into her, her mind hazy with lust.\n\nHe found his way anyway, penetrating her slowly, taking his time. There was an air of deliberateness that came along with everything Akurah did as the deer speared slowly into her, stretching out her pussy around him. Her folds clung deviously to his shaft as if she was pulling him into her, but it was clear the stag was the one in control. His foliage, from a god of her womb, brushed against her breasts as he leaned over her, a grunt running through him with a ripple of breath.\n\n“Mmph…”\n\nAkurah struggled for a moment, though he had caught sight of the dragoness’ winking mare pussy before he sank into her. He just had not realised it would feel quite like that, with wet succulent heat clinging to every single inch of his length he fed into her. Shuddering, the stag licked his lips, boldly thrusting, grinding his cock back and forth for their mutual pleasure. What other way was he possibly to have it, after all? \n\nOdin licked his lips and surveyed his mare, her quivering hide. She spread her hind legs apart a little too far for him, bracing too hard, and he gently nudged her with his velvety muzzle back into position. There would be no need for her to be put into any manner of uncomfortable position, not when he was there to take care of her. \n\nNedril whimpered and he nuzzled over her hind end, letting his chin rest on her rump for a heartbeat of a moment. It may only have been a moment, but it was enough to ground an re-settle the two of them, his tail lifting and flicking while his balls swung and shifted lightly under his body. It was always at the point just before breeding that Odin found himself most aware of them, but they would very soon get the chance to spend their seed. \n\n“I will guide you.”\n\nThe centaur swallowed hard, looking back over her shoulder at him as she rested her forearms on a stack of bales that had the support of more behind it. Would he thrust so hard he knocked the stack over, forcing her to brace and balance against him? Yet that didn’t seem at all like Odin’s style in the slightest and she moaned briefly as his nose ghosted under her tail, lip curling back as he investigated her scent.\n\nShe was ready for him and she whispered the stallion’s name as he mounted her, fighting not to adjust her hooves again or shift her weight. It just didn’t feel right to be there and not doing anything – but that was where she could allow the horse to take over. He could control her and he could breed her, for she was safe there, with Odin. \n\nHis weight induced her to rock forward slightly, though Nedril, blessedly, found it easy enough to adjust to the sensation of him on top of her. It was firm and dominating and she moaned as he lipped at her back, though his lips did not make contact with her skin. He was too much of a gentlestallion for that, undoubtedly. But he was rough, a plough horse packing on a hefty amount of muscle, and it was that power which rippled through the stallion as Odin’s cock quested for her entrance.\n\nHe found it, however, and Nedril sucked in a breath that came out in a sinful moan as his spire sank into her. It seemed to take the stallion no trouble at all to push inside, easing deep as her slick need coated his shaft. Heat curled within her, as if Nedril was going to explode with desire right then and there, but the centaur held on, fingers curling into the bales of hay where she braced herself, head spinning.\n\nShe just had to hold on, she told herself, but it was harder than ever with how deviously light-headed she felt, like she would drift away entirely if she did not have Odin to root her in place. A grunt broke her lips as Odin thrust, his cock pushing deeper again inside her, but his ears were pricked, listening to every little sound she made. Her body dripped, primed to take his cock even as her pussy still tried its best to wink and pull around his girth, subtly milking the stud stallion of his seed.\n\nAkurah hissed through his teeth, building up to a nice pace that had the dragoness squirming and whimpering under him, clinging to him more and more tightly. He had a good view of the others too and enjoyed being in the presence of another breeding pair – for it was just as good entertainment as taking his own partner, of knowing they would soon grow round and gravid with his seed. \n\nHe had to have her, pressing down over her wonderfully full breasts as he powered into her, showing her the true might of the king of the forest. Akurah grunted as he thrust harder and faster, following her cues, though Ruby took everything he gave her and cried out for more.\n\nThe stallion picked up pace too as his centaur partner rocked back on to him, demanding more of his cock in that mare-ish fashion. Such partners could not be denied and as the dragoness under him let out a throaty whimper, Akurah knew it was time. There could be no holding back as he grunted and let her take more of her weight, holding her under him as he speared into her deliciously hot depths over and over again.\n\nRuby’s cry caught Nedril’s attention, but it would have been hard for anything to drag her focus fully away from the stallion cock spreading open her twitching folds. Odin bred her just like she’d dreamed of, with long, powerful strokes of his cock that used nearly the entire length of his shaft. He was made for her, her body wrapping lustfully around him, loathe to give up every inch of the stallion as he pulled back for another thrust; yet her claim to him could only be taken in part. She had to allow him to pull back if only to get that wonderful, driving pound back into her again that rippled through her hide, betraying his resolute strength. \n\n“Oh, yes…” She whimpered breathily, though Nedril was louder than she’d realised. “Yes… Yes, more… Odin, more!”\n\nNo more words dared leap to her lips with the heat prickling across her cheeks and crawling wickedly down her neck. But Odin knew more than well enough just how to treat a mare as he adjusted the stance of his hind legs, allowing her to bear a little more of his weight as the stallion thrust with all his might. Need swelled inside him, rising to a peak – or not quite – and dropping down with every grind of his cock inside her, but it was a swell that would come with a glorious outpouring of passion, sooner rather than later. \n\nHe exchanged a look with the stag, Akurah, but there was no race to finish, even though it felt like it would be rather close. From what Odin gathered, the stag had visited The Breeding Pens more frequently than he had, but that mattered not one bit when they could all enjoy themselves together. As if pacing themselves, both studs powered into their partners with long, smooth strokes, the centaur whimpering and clapping her hand over her mouth, as if she was worried about being too loud.\n\nIt was Ruby, however, who could not hold on for a single second more, Akurah’s cock hitting all the right spots inside her. She bucked her hips passionately, legs up around his hind end and “waist,” but the dragoness had no leverage or hold over him. She moaned, completely lost in submission under the stag, her tongue lolling softly from her mouth as orgasm tightened inside her – and then burst through the dam.\n\nHer body tightened around the stag’s member in long, rippling pulls, though she was no more in control of those muscles as she could have been over anything else. She tried to cling to Akurah, but there was no such stability in a storm of ecstasy, the dragoness lustfully forced to ride it all out as her arousal slicked down the length of his shaft. Above her, the stag grunted, speeding up as he crammed every inch of his cock into her that the dragon desired, Ruby’s wings shuffling and ruffling, trying to free themselves from where they were pinned under her back. Even the stag’s weight bore down over the top of her, squashing her breasts and giving her that satisfying pressure that let her know he was in control.\n\nAkurah let need roll through him, grunting as he let orgasm explode inside his partner, though the stallion didn’t seem far behind. The pull of her wet cunny around him was simply too much as he let her take every last drop he had to give, spurt after spurt of virile cum filling her pussy. It splattered up inside her, though would take a little more time to seep into her womb, sperm seeking the eggs that would fill her womb with a clutch or even a live little one.\n\nEither way, the stag did what he needed and bowed his head over her, thanking the dragoness too for her service to him.\n\nNedril and Odin could not have timed their passion better as their grunting cries echoed through the room, adding to the cacophony of passion that was already singing forth. She rocked back strongly against as he slammed in deep, the head of his cock flaring just as she let out a more strangled cry than ever. For Nedril could not stop her body from convulsing in climax, her hot passage clenching as powerfully around the stallion’s dick as he had thrust into her.\n\nShe milked him for everything he had, leaning heavily on the bales while she took his weight. Yet it was the waves of orgasm that proved harder to bear as her vision blurred and she saw stars, each crashing pound of delight coming with a greater peak behind it. It was as if she was never going to quite come down from her high, all while Odin spent every last drop of seed from his large balls inside her, sending his seed right up where it belonged.\n\nIt was there they stayed, the studs resting through the last soft vestiges of their orgasms while Nedril and Ruby blinked, struggling to come back down to a reality they understood. But they would have their swelling bellies to come for the next few months, carrying the next generation, and a forever reminder of the studs who had bred them and cared for them so beautifully in The Breeding Pens. Leaning her cheek into the stag’s foreleg, Ruby sighed, lips parted happily.\n\nShe, most certainly, would return to the pens when she was ready to take a stud all over again…", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Back to the Breeding Pens
Breeding YCH round

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
A YCH for LunarPearl10/Akurah, silvergooddragon and Ruby Onyx Silverwing


Ruby clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the dragoness lying gently over one of the breeding stands at The Breeding Pens. Her black tail draped sensually over the side, though the soft, padded bench itself seemed to be designed for a taller partner to “mount” them, for her legs could not reach the floor. Her wings shuffled against her back as she huffed, breasts squashing lightly under her.

“This is taking some time…”

The tip of her tail curled back and forth, though the dragon, truly, had not been in there for all that long. That didn’t stop Ruby from tipping her head, angling her blue horns delicately, while she wriggled on the deeper purple plate-scales that layered down her front, soft and flexible over her breasts but dipping between her thighs too, reaching the sweet treat of her pussy. It wasn’t a part of her that Ruby tried all that hard to hide, but she usually had some “extra equipment” in front of her folds. Being able to shift her sex, from time to time, was just another benefit of being a dragoness.

So, Ruby took on a fully female form so she could be bred, casting her eyes around the pens lazily. The breeding room she was in was one she had chosen and set up with a barnyard theme. A white fence ringed the breeding area with bales of hay strategically stacked and placed around the zone, both for ambience and, of course, so the participants could enjoy them in the process of breeding.

The door creaked open, allowing another party to enter, and she perked up, pushing herself up from the tall, padded bench with both of her paws at once. Yet it was not her breeding stud who entered but an obviously female, at least to her, centaur. Ruby sighed and scoffed faintly, her impatience to be bred shining through. But the best things in life, as she well knew, could not be rushed.

“I see you’re here for the same reasons as I am,” Ruby said, her tone coming out as something sultrier than intended, but that was not a bad thing at all. “But I didn’t think a centaur would join me.”

Nedril smiled faintly, but she dressed more modestly than Ruby – at least for a centaur. As she had a human torso, she wore a white bandeau top that covered her breasts and draped down her ribcage and stomach in a soft flow. It gently broke up her outline and made her feel like she was a little more covered than she actually was, though the centaur mare’s tail still twitched and flicked back and forth, betraying her anxiety.

“Yes… Yes…” Her words began breathy and grew in strength, though there was only so far Nedril could hold back her natural shyness. “Yes, I am.”

“Oooh.”

Ruby sprang off the breeding stand, revealing her nakedness to the centaur. Nedril backed up a step, not having entered the white ring of fencing, a blush darkening her cheeks. Everything stood out against her pale skin, from a blush to the wisp of her wavy, blonde hair spilling down to her upper back. Her equine body could have been called a paint or a skewbald, though using equine terms to refer to centaurs was typically considered rather uncouth. The golden-brown of the patches on her white coat stood out and her hide quivered as Nedril’s eyes swept the room and landed on Ruby once again.

The busty, curvy dragoness, of course, had no shame about her body at all – and she had even less than usual, when it came to her inhibitions, with heat simmering through her body. Her tail curled sinuously back and forth, with more flexibility near the tip, though Nedril’s eyes couldn’t help but go back to Ruby’s breasts over and over again. If it was rude, the dragoness didn’t comment on the centaur’s obvious attention.

“So, is there someone you have your eye on?” She queried, perching on a bale of hay and crossing one leg over the other. “Or are you here for a stranger? Their success rate is off the charts!”

Nedril hesitated, her tail twitching.

“Well…” It was strange to be so forward and open with someone she didn’t know – but she was sure they were going to be more intimately acquainted in due course. “Maybe, yes… But I doubt he would ever come here.”

She rubbed the back of her neck a little sheepishly, a shy but determined smile spreading across her face.

“But it’s time to become a mother and I want this experience, just for me.”

“Hope you don’t mind sharing a little then,” Ruby said with a flirty grin, only just about holding back from blowing a kiss to the centaur. “I think I’m going to get quite a show here… There’s a lot of you to love.”

She would have been cruder and shown off to the centaur that she too had a mare pussy between her legs, flush with heat and twitching as it winked determinedly, but even Ruby could tell that was a little too much for the centaur. She didn’t want to push her too far – and things would be out of their control, blissfully so, in due course.

They could have had more time to talk, but it was not to be. For the studs of the moment entered together, surprising them both, the double doors closing smoothly behind them. A heavy clip-clop of hooves resounded across the space until the stallion in question stepped on to the hard-packed dirt of the breeding pen, his head held high and jauntily angled.

“Nedril… I hoped I would see you here.”

She blushed heavily, crimson searing across her cheeks, and took a step back. However could Odin be there? The heavier-built equine preferred to be referred to as a paint stallion, though his white coat was splashed with large, bold dark grey markings – nearly black. One would only have said they were not perfectly dark by the presence of even darker spots struck through his markings and the lighter “mapping” effect around the edge too. His thick, full tail fell proudly as his mane spilled down his neck, the entire effect of him enough to make the centaur’s heart pound.

“Odin…” She breathed, trying to find the words – but was that really all that necessary when Odin had always proven himself to be a stallion of few words too? “I… I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“But she hoped you’d be here,” Ruby quipped, making the blush on Nedril’s face darken even more. “I take it she’ll have you then, fancy stallion… And that means you are mine, honey.”

She deepened her tone, though finding a term of endearment that suited the massive feral stag was harder than she could have imagined. Both Odin and the deer were, of course, non-anthros, walking on four legs. It was not a situation she had anticipated, being the only full anthro in the breeding room, but Ruby didn’t mind that. Her legs quivered and she pressed her thighs together in anticipation, arousal building as heat pooled at her core, sinking deeper and deeper.

The stag stepped forward, though only Akurah knew he was so much more than a stag. Sure, he looked like a deer, except for the heavy wreath of moss and further foliage that naturally sprung around his neck, draping down his shoulders and the front of his chest. It was a natural part of him, being a forest god, but that was something Akurah tended to keep to himself, except where necessary. The big stag’s presence spoke for itself, with his full rack of large antlers that, even then, he had no trouble at all bearing. It was his right and his way as a god of the forest.

He caught the dragoness’ eyes going to the orange tiger lily on top of his head, bright and vibrant. Yet the stag could not resist showing off a little as he lowered his head, inclining it briefly in respect to the one he was to breed. More foliage encircled his lower limbs and he knew her eyes were glancing over the blue and white features in his “mane” of foliage: blueberries and white flowers, their scent lingering around him as he puffed up his chest proudly.

Akurah licked his lips, half-turning to show off his full, heavy balls, which were thickly furred too – though nowhere near enough to hide their virility. The orbs hung dominantly under their own weight, lightly stretching the neck of his sack, and he caught the dragoness’ eyes locked on to him, while the stallion and the centaur took up position together.

“I am more than happy to breed such a fine dragoness,” Akurah said, a deep tone easily rolling from him. “You will find me more than satisfactory…and may even come back for more. Many of my other partners have sought me out after breeding once, whether to fill their wombs once more or simply for another round of bliss. I am Akurah. And you will remember the name.”

“Oh…”

Ruby’s jaw fell slack, lips parting into a light “O” of surprise. Oh, that was hotter than it had any right to be and she didn’t know whether she had to keep squeezing her thighs together to hide her arousal or to fall to her knees right there before the breeding stud.

Maybe it was the effect of The Breeding Pens, though they had stated, many times over, that no pheromones or aphrodisiacs of any kind were pumped into the breeding rooms. All that came there to breed, regardless of their sex and gender, understood their contract and exactly what they were there for. There was no lack of consent ever to be had there.

But she wanted him, so badly, as Akurah invited her to him with a delicate tip of her antlers – yet he never truly lowered his head. He didn’t need to, not as the dragoness folded under him, her paw running up his hind leg with a whimper of delight.

“Oh, god…”

Akurah chuckled.

“You would be correct there, dear one…”

“Ruby, I’m Ruby…”

She didn’t know what that meant, why she fumbled with her words in rushing to give him her name, but Ruby had one hand between her thighs, unable to help herself. Her fingers sank into her wet pussy as if she didn’t have any control over herself, the lewd squelch seeming louder in the air than it had any right to be. She dragged in a shuddering, raking breath, breasts heaving, but her free hand reached his sheath, tracing her fingertips delicately along the line of it.

Odin lowered his head gracefully into Nedril’s arms, the centaur drawing his head gently against her chest and stomach. She didn’t know what else to do, not in a moment like that, shuddering as he whuffed hotly, breathing in her scent.

“I wanted you…” She admitted, though she’d only thought Odin was meant to be a coworker of hers, no more than that to her. “I didn’t know how to say anything and I thought to come here, so I could have a foal…”

Odin lifted his head, lips twitching, but the stallion didn’t need to use words. Not as his need rose, filling out his sheath and letting his cock spill out, swollen and heady. The thick length of horse meat swelled to attention, though it still had to droop under its own weight when it was not fully engorged. That would come in a few moments, the stallion’s virility shining through without Odin even having to do anything.

Yet he knew what he wanted as he approached a bale of hay, swishing his tail seductively, though Nedril knew what that meant. It was just a nuance of equine body language, a means of communication only they understood; it was not something easily learned. He licked his lips as the centaur followed his lead, giving Odin enough space to rear up and rest his forelegs, bent, on the bale of hay.

Odin did not need to lift himself all that high to offer Nedril easy access to his sheath and balls, the thick spill of his fleshy shaft begging for attention. Or, rather, it demanded attention in a way the centaur mare was more than ready to deliver to him.

It was not natural to her, to be below a male, but Nedril’s experience was not as extensive as the centaur might have liked. She had wanted to be with other males, not only centaurs and stallions, but hadn’t known what to do or say about things, tongue-tied and stumbling over her own hooves. Of course, she’d had a handful of sexual partners before, relationships too, but it had always been more natural for her when her partner took the lead.

Odin gave her all that and more, stripping away even the need for conversation from her. Nedril’s heart pounded as she watched the stag, out of the corner of her eye, line up next to Odin, though he didn’t need to raise his body for the dragoness to get under him.

But the males needed attention as both centaur and dragoness folded under their respective partners, Nedril needing to take a little more care as she bowed her forelegs. It was hard to get her human half under his stomach and he shuffled up a little higher on to the bale, his powerful hindquarters easily shuffling him into position.

His cock bobbed before her and Nedril leaned into him lustfully, her cheek resting against his flank, the smooth, warm barrel of his stomach. Her hands crept forward and, somehow, it was easier when she didn’t have to fully take in what she was doing, both palms skimming over that length of horse meat. Nedril let out a soft moan, tail lifting and flagging, though the centaur could not control the winking of her pussy, her body straining, even then, to show off its need.

However, even if her body was ready to be bred, her mind was not yet prepared. And that was where Odin came in, letting her inhale his scent and even the light musk surrounding him, that innate sense of virility that rolled from the stud stallion in waves. He grunted, stomping a hind hoof, tail lifting, but he let the centaur take her time with him, hands folding and wrapping around his shaft as much as they were able.

Ruby moaned as she nuzzled up under the stag’s underside, skimming through the thicker fur there. Yet his balls enticed her, even as her fingers ground back and forth into her pussy, curled up inside her so they could tease over the sensitive nerve-endings inside with every push and pull of her paw. She lapped less than tentatively over his sheath, feeling it thicken with his cock, and let her nose guide her down to his nuts again, for there was so very much of them there to worship.

His cock grew above her as she lapped lustfully over his balls, taking long, slow drags of her tongue. Her body screamed at her to bend over, to let herself be fucked raw and ragged, but it felt somewhat like she was already in the stag’s thrall, as if Akurah had a power over her she couldn’t quite put words to.

Ruby didn’t need to, not as Akurah shifted his weight and allowed her to pleasure his balls, worshipping them as if she could have spent hour after hour down there, tucked under his body. It felt safe there, the stag’s lightly spread legs braced protectively over her as he grunted and chuffed.

When her lips touched his cock, however, his blood sang with heat and the stag couldn’t stop himself from letting out a soft bellow. It echoed through the breeding chamber as Ruby sucked on his cock, her soft lips sliding easily down his smooth length as she sank all the way to the base. She sucked cock like she was born to it, every nuance of her lust searing through that connection between her lips and his flesh, although Akurah was all too aware her paw was between her legs.

Grunting, he fought the urge to spear forward, to rock his hips and send his cock deep into her mouth, deeper than it already was. He had to breed her, to take her, to use that hot, wet pussy in the best of ways. It was what she craved and what he was there to do, though the tease of oral delights held them back and warmed them up, if only for a little while longer.

“Mmmm… Just like that, sweet one,” he rumbled, rolling his hips and entire body slightly forward as Ruby groaned around him. “Deeper…”

She was obedient – and devoutly horny. Sinking her lips to the base, she sucked hard and her cheeks hollowed, Akurah sucking in a deep breath that resounded through his shuddering flanks. Yet the dragoness didn’t let off, one paw on the barrel of his stomach for seeming stability, though Akurah shivered at the contact. It was intimate and it connected them in another way, her fingers curling faintly as they pulled softly through his thicker fur.

Ruby tried to look to the side where the stallion had reared up, wanting to get a good view of his shaft. Yet, even then, she was too caught up in the moment of taking Akurah deep, fingers grinding passionately into her pussy. The heel of her hand pressed down over her clit in a rough push, but it was more than enough pressure for her to take the edge off, to stop her from splaying herself out before the stag and beg him to fuck her, to mount her.

Her vision being obscured by her position under his belly, however, didn’t mean she couldn’t listen in on what was happening. The slick sound of Nedril’s hand moving over the stallion’s cock, perhaps gathering pre-cum from the tip, caught her attention and she focused intently on that, grounded by the feel of Akurah’s cock in her mouth. It was slimmer than the stallion’s but just as long, the tip lightly tapered as if it was designed to penetrate a femfur, easing them open sweetly for the most passionate of lust.

“Unff…”

Ruby groaned, the tip of her tail twitching as if pained. More, she needed more, but she was caught by a moment where she was the submissive. It was easier to sink into it, to find her place there, the stag looming above her in the best of ways: why would she ever have wanted anything else? She rocked her weight from one hip to the other, ignorant of the ache in her knees, for it simply didn’t seem important at that time.

Akurah had a better view of what was going on and exchanged a pleased look with Odin as their cocks were serviced. Masturbation or oral pleasures were not expected from their partners in the breeding pens, but sometimes things lined up so perfectly it would be a shame not to enjoy what was offered to them. Akurah was not at all against nuzzling up between the thighs of a willing femfur either, his slippery, wet tongue teasing them open before making them howl his name at the peak of climax.

He cast his eyes over the stallion and the centaur, though the female, whose name he had not caught, was down on the knees of her forelegs on the other side of the stallion. Odin seemed pleasant enough but not all that conversational, which Akurah could understand. His ears twitched as he leaned into the moment, watching as the centaur’s hand appeared in a flash of pale skin, stroking the stallion’s cock under his belly. It couldn’t hope to fold all the way around the girth of his length, but she was fortunate in the sense that she had a body far better designed to take large cocks than he anticipated most anthro bodies were.

Ruby, however, was set to surprise him.

Odin grunted, rocking his hindquarters forward with urgency as Nedril masturbated him, the weight of her leaning into his body making his hide jump and shiver in that decidedly equine fashion. He chewed and licked his lips, though it was still not yet the release of tension he really wanted. Muscle bunched in his hind end and he cautiously stepped forward, using some of the stacked bales, just behind the one he was already reared up on to, to creep higher. Standing almost all the way up on his hind legs, stretching tall, Odin allowed Nedril the grace of easier access to his breeding pole – which the centaur took full advantage of.

She took a moment, fingers trembling, but followed his lead, like a good little breeding mare. Maybe it would have been considered crude, in other circles, to refer to her as such, but it was not there, no. It was right and well and he grunted as she pressed her lips reverently to the head of his member, slowly parting around him.

“Mmm…”

He let out a deep groan, resonating through the barrel of his body, and rocked lightly against her, though her mouth was not one designed for taking a cock like his all that deep. Nedril, to her credit, strained her mouth open as wide as she could, eyes clearly watering as she sucked on his cock-tip. It flared mildly and throbbed against her lips with every pulse of blood and energy that rocked through the stallion, for the rhythms of his own body, in that manner, were not for Odin to control.

He had to let it come, throb by throb and pulse by pulse, for that was the natural way of it. Grunting, he arched his proud neck, mane spilling seductively down, but his “mare” could not even see it, indulging in his cock as she was. Her soft lips kissed down his length, adoring every last inch of him, and Odin quivered as she caressed over his medial ring. There was nothing quite like that, whether the touch came from fingers or questing, curious lips. It could be as light as a feather or tease into a deeper kind of pressure: either way, it was everything he needed and so much more.

I chose my mare well.

His cock throbbed, needing her – and the time for indulgence was past.

Pulling back, he groaned and eased off the bales – carefully, so as not to harm or even jostle Nedril. His mare was to be treated with the utmost care, his eyes soft and gentle, though his lips ghosted over her head as she remained bowed down on her forelegs, her human torso tipped forward as if she didn’t quite know what to do.

“Take off those clothes,” he said gently, though Nedril was only wearing clothing on her upper half. “Then present yourself to me, when you are ready.”

Nedril shivered, doing as he asked, though the time it took to draw her white blouse up and over her head seemed to take an age, the ruffles tickling her bare skin as she revealed herself to him. She could have left it at that, but she had a bra underneath to take care of too and an instinctive pull in her begged her to be obedient. It was like something slotted into place inside her, leading her on in just the right direction and showing her the path that felt the most “right” in her mind.

It was her: it was Nedril. And the centaur never needed to be anything more or less than herself when she was around Orin. It was high time she learned that, mating with her stud in the way centaurs and horses were always meant to.

While Nedril readied herself, Ruby blinked back to reality, a throbbing cock in her face. She glanced aside, catching the stallion’s legs moving, but she didn’t really know what was going on. Moaning, the dragoness leaned in, flicking the tip of her tongue salaciously against the stag’s cock, wanting more from it. He hadn’t even given her one load yet and she was already soaked between her thighs. Her arousal dripped freely to the floor as her knees had come apart, slowly, in the process of giving him a blowjob. Yet she couldn’t have said at all when that had happened, only that need prickled through her like an itch that would drive her mad if she did not scratch it.

“Yes, little dragoness…”

She shivered, the stag learning her little quirks and taking advantage of them. But then he stepped away from her, leaving too much open space between them as she whined and scrambled after him, her heavy breasts swinging merely with the shift of her movement. She had to get close to him!

Akurah chuckled, shaking his head at her. He couldn’t really blame the dragon for her desire, for it happened with many of his partners, but he needed to guide her.

“Climb up on the single bales,” he instructed, gesturing with a foreleg as the foliage around his neck ruffled, the berries and flowers seeming to shine all the more wonderfully as Akurah came into his own. “On your back, legs spread for me. Are you ready?”

“Mmm, yesh…”

Ruby’s tongue didn’t seem to want to wrap itself around the words, though, as she lay back and scooted her butt to the edge of the soft hay bale, she realised she had a much better view of the other two. And why shouldn’t she get to indulge in a little voyeuristic delight with need thrumming through her, pulsating lightly as if it sang with the heat of her blood? The dragoness wriggled as the stag moved over her, expertly rearing up – but only lightly. His forelegs came down on either side of her head, but Akurah did not have to push all that far over her to get into position, considering Ruby’s size too.

Her wings rumpled under her back as she curled her fingers, almost possessively, around his foreleg, whining and lapping plaintively against the side of her muzzle. It would not get Ruby anywhere, but the dragoness felt she had to do something, even if only the throbbing spire of his cock would relieve the heat in her. It throbbed, her body rising in response to it as her free hand grabbed her breasts, squeezing and digging her fingers crudely into her own scaled flesh.

“Relax, Ruby…”

She quivered and took a deep, juddering breath.

“Yes… Yes, Akurah, I will relax…”

It felt like the right thing to say and she felt a little more soothed afterwards, though her tail still swung back and forth where it draped over the edge of the bale. She supposed there was not much to be done about that, but she had her stud to guide her on, to give her the pleasure she needed. His cock quested up between her legs, but Ruby was so far gone already that she didn’t even think to guide him into her, her mind hazy with lust.

He found his way anyway, penetrating her slowly, taking his time. There was an air of deliberateness that came along with everything Akurah did as the deer speared slowly into her, stretching out her pussy around him. Her folds clung deviously to his shaft as if she was pulling him into her, but it was clear the stag was the one in control. His foliage, from a god of her womb, brushed against her breasts as he leaned over her, a grunt running through him with a ripple of breath.

“Mmph…”

Akurah struggled for a moment, though he had caught sight of the dragoness’ winking mare pussy before he sank into her. He just had not realised it would feel quite like that, with wet succulent heat clinging to every single inch of his length he fed into her. Shuddering, the stag licked his lips, boldly thrusting, grinding his cock back and forth for their mutual pleasure. What other way was he possibly to have it, after all?

Odin licked his lips and surveyed his mare, her quivering hide. She spread her hind legs apart a little too far for him, bracing too hard, and he gently nudged her with his velvety muzzle back into position. There would be no need for her to be put into any manner of uncomfortable position, not when he was there to take care of her.

Nedril whimpered and he nuzzled over her hind end, letting his chin rest on her rump for a heartbeat of a moment. It may only have been a moment, but it was enough to ground an re-settle the two of them, his tail lifting and flicking while his balls swung and shifted lightly under his body. It was always at the point just before breeding that Odin found himself most aware of them, but they would very soon get the chance to spend their seed.

“I will guide you.”

The centaur swallowed hard, looking back over her shoulder at him as she rested her forearms on a stack of bales that had the support of more behind it. Would he thrust so hard he knocked the stack over, forcing her to brace and balance against him? Yet that didn’t seem at all like Odin’s style in the slightest and she moaned briefly as his nose ghosted under her tail, lip curling back as he investigated her scent.

She was ready for him and she whispered the stallion’s name as he mounted her, fighting not to adjust her hooves again or shift her weight. It just didn’t feel right to be there and not doing anything – but that was where she could allow the horse to take over. He could control her and he could breed her, for she was safe there, with Odin.

His weight induced her to rock forward slightly, though Nedril, blessedly, found it easy enough to adjust to the sensation of him on top of her. It was firm and dominating and she moaned as he lipped at her back, though his lips did not make contact with her skin. He was too much of a gentlestallion for that, undoubtedly. But he was rough, a plough horse packing on a hefty amount of muscle, and it was that power which rippled through the stallion as Odin’s cock quested for her entrance.

He found it, however, and Nedril sucked in a breath that came out in a sinful moan as his spire sank into her. It seemed to take the stallion no trouble at all to push inside, easing deep as her slick need coated his shaft. Heat curled within her, as if Nedril was going to explode with desire right then and there, but the centaur held on, fingers curling into the bales of hay where she braced herself, head spinning.

She just had to hold on, she told herself, but it was harder than ever with how deviously light-headed she felt, like she would drift away entirely if she did not have Odin to root her in place. A grunt broke her lips as Odin thrust, his cock pushing deeper again inside her, but his ears were pricked, listening to every little sound she made. Her body dripped, primed to take his cock even as her pussy still tried its best to wink and pull around his girth, subtly milking the stud stallion of his seed.

Akurah hissed through his teeth, building up to a nice pace that had the dragoness squirming and whimpering under him, clinging to him more and more tightly. He had a good view of the others too and enjoyed being in the presence of another breeding pair – for it was just as good entertainment as taking his own partner, of knowing they would soon grow round and gravid with his seed.

He had to have her, pressing down over her wonderfully full breasts as he powered into her, showing her the true might of the king of the forest. Akurah grunted as he thrust harder and faster, following her cues, though Ruby took everything he gave her and cried out for more.

The stallion picked up pace too as his centaur partner rocked back on to him, demanding more of his cock in that mare-ish fashion. Such partners could not be denied and as the dragoness under him let out a throaty whimper, Akurah knew it was time. There could be no holding back as he grunted and let her take more of her weight, holding her under him as he speared into her deliciously hot depths over and over again.

Ruby’s cry caught Nedril’s attention, but it would have been hard for anything to drag her focus fully away from the stallion cock spreading open her twitching folds. Odin bred her just like she’d dreamed of, with long, powerful strokes of his cock that used nearly the entire length of his shaft. He was made for her, her body wrapping lustfully around him, loathe to give up every inch of the stallion as he pulled back for another thrust; yet her claim to him could only be taken in part. She had to allow him to pull back if only to get that wonderful, driving pound back into her again that rippled through her hide, betraying his resolute strength.

“Oh, yes…” She whimpered breathily, though Nedril was louder than she’d realised. “Yes… Yes, more… Odin, more!”

No more words dared leap to her lips with the heat prickling across her cheeks and crawling wickedly down her neck. But Odin knew more than well enough just how to treat a mare as he adjusted the stance of his hind legs, allowing her to bear a little more of his weight as the stallion thrust with all his might. Need swelled inside him, rising to a peak – or not quite – and dropping down with every grind of his cock inside her, but it was a swell that would come with a glorious outpouring of passion, sooner rather than later.

He exchanged a look with the stag, Akurah, but there was no race to finish, even though it felt like it would be rather close. From what Odin gathered, the stag had visited The Breeding Pens more frequently than he had, but that mattered not one bit when they could all enjoy themselves together. As if pacing themselves, both studs powered into their partners with long, smooth strokes, the centaur whimpering and clapping her hand over her mouth, as if she was worried about being too loud.

It was Ruby, however, who could not hold on for a single second more, Akurah’s cock hitting all the right spots inside her. She bucked her hips passionately, legs up around his hind end and “waist,” but the dragoness had no leverage or hold over him. She moaned, completely lost in submission under the stag, her tongue lolling softly from her mouth as orgasm tightened inside her – and then burst through the dam.

Her body tightened around the stag’s member in long, rippling pulls, though she was no more in control of those muscles as she could have been over anything else. She tried to cling to Akurah, but there was no such stability in a storm of ecstasy, the dragoness lustfully forced to ride it all out as her arousal slicked down the length of his shaft. Above her, the stag grunted, speeding up as he crammed every inch of his cock into her that the dragon desired, Ruby’s wings shuffling and ruffling, trying to free themselves from where they were pinned under her back. Even the stag’s weight bore down over the top of her, squashing her breasts and giving her that satisfying pressure that let her know he was in control.

Akurah let need roll through him, grunting as he let orgasm explode inside his partner, though the stallion didn’t seem far behind. The pull of her wet cunny around him was simply too much as he let her take every last drop he had to give, spurt after spurt of virile cum filling her pussy. It splattered up inside her, though would take a little more time to seep into her womb, sperm seeking the eggs that would fill her womb with a clutch or even a live little one.

Either way, the stag did what he needed and bowed his head over her, thanking the dragoness too for her service to him.

Nedril and Odin could not have timed their passion better as their grunting cries echoed through the room, adding to the cacophony of passion that was already singing forth. She rocked back strongly against as he slammed in deep, the head of his cock flaring just as she let out a more strangled cry than ever. For Nedril could not stop her body from convulsing in climax, her hot passage clenching as powerfully around the stallion’s dick as he had thrust into her.

She milked him for everything he had, leaning heavily on the bales while she took his weight. Yet it was the waves of orgasm that proved harder to bear as her vision blurred and she saw stars, each crashing pound of delight coming with a greater peak behind it. It was as if she was never going to quite come down from her high, all while Odin spent every last drop of seed from his large balls inside her, sending his seed right up where it belonged.

It was there they stayed, the studs resting through the last soft vestiges of their orgasms while Nedril and Ruby blinked, struggling to come back down to a reality they understood. But they would have their swelling bellies to come for the next few months, carrying the next generation, and a forever reminder of the studs who had bred them and cared for them so beautifully in The Breeding Pens. Leaning her cheek into the stag’s foreleg, Ruby sighed, lips parted happily.

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