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Tags: Belly-Riding, Impossible Fit, Ridiculous Insertion, Magically-Stretchy Orifices, Cumflation, Lack of Modesty / Inhuman Moral Standards, Abduction, Non-consent, Flogging

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Dear Queen Solaris,

Sharing Centauria’s values of Amity, Forbearance, and Equine-imity with the world has proven more difficult than I thought! No matter where I go or with whom I speak, everyone seems to be dragging their hooves when it comes to joining the Herd. I wonder if we—

“What’re you w-working on, Glimmer?” I ask while peeking over her shoulder. I’m not trying to spy on her, but she hasn’t been opening up to me as much as usual lately, and I’m concerned about what’s bothering her.

“Oh, just lamenting the difficulty of our situation,” Gloaming Glimmer says between strokes of the pen beneath the shade of a lacy parasol in a sandy expanse littered with dead Sand Goblins, each corpse now a pincushion for arrows. Her black and silver-trim dress covers her flanks and equine rump down to below the knee with her three-plait braided horsetail passed through a hole in the fabric bearing a dozen beautiful jet-black bows. A twelve-inch, spiraling, pearlescent horn on her forehead glitters in the sunlight. “Why does it seem like everyone we meet refuses to join Centauria when we’re obviously their best option? They’re starving and eating each other out here when we have a magically inexhaustible supply of food. They’re constantly raping one another when we have some of the most breedable bodies of all monsters." She twists around to slap her hindquarters for emphasis. "Not to mention our massive udders for feeding children," the purple-haired Unicorn says as she gropes and plays with a voluptuous pair of breasts larger than her head supported by a heavy-duty balconette brassiere.

"G-Glimmer..." I start, my face heating and other parts of me becoming more sensitive than normal, "You can't just f-f-flaunt those things while we're on a mission. You know what that does to m-me!"

"Says the Centaur with the biggest tits in the group," Moonbow coughs indiscreetly into her fist.

Glimmer ignores the both of us while on her tirade, "For fuck's sake, taking a smaller monster's brood to full term barely inconveniences a Centaur, and giving birth is practically orgasmic for most of us. On top of all that, we have music, sports, and art. We have culture! We’re the last bastion of civilization and learning on this entire flat earth for crying out loud! They should be embracing the Herd with open arms!”

“Don’t you mean splayed cheeks?” Fuchsia Cake giggles.

I frown at the pink-haired Centaur in her ridiculously poofy pastel-pink dress. “W-what a quite insensitive thing to say, Fuchsia! That's probably the issue with joining the Herd that's the hardest for so-called ‘Feral’ monsters to s-swallow."

Applejill snorts with amusement and Moonbow snerks. "Pfff, phrasing," the white-haired Pegasus guffaws while straightening her streamlined, silver-trimmed blue dress.

“Come off it, Demure," Glimmer argues, "What we ask is nothing compared to what the Elves do to people. Fuck those narrow-assed pricks! They use their slaves as furniture! Don’t you realize how degrading that is? There’s no way a civilized society can be built on that kind of inequality. Not to mention the Goblin King's City selling sapient beings at Meat Markets or the Catfolk using what amounts to mind control on their slaves. They’re all practically barbarians! Yet, somehow, these desert tribes and splinters of the Sultanate are even worse. They should be celebrating us as liberators, not fighting us for every inch.”

“Um, Glimmer, m-maybe they’re not happy about the role they’d have in Centaurian society if we took over. Couldn’t that p-perhaps be the r-reason?”

The unicorn proceeds to scold me, “Dammit, Demure, you’re talking nonsense again!” But, just then, a thick stream of syrupy, white cream jets out between her front legs, soaking her billowing skirt from the underside. “Ugh, pardon my language, but this God Beast fucking whore of a cockwarmer keeps sliding down. Demure, darling, could you be a dear and help me with it?”

Well, I am the group's Leathercrafter, so I suppose I must. It's my magic Talent, after all. Each of us was gifted with a special Sigil by the Queen after coming of age that grants us strength and one of several individual abilities. Our Squad is composed of members with complementary Talents intended to synergize with each other. "'She,' not 'it,' Glimmer. P-please?"

"Gah, whatever! Hurry, before this dress is ruined. You wouldn't want to waste Uniqua's work, would you?"

“It’s fine, love,” Uniqua, the ebony-skinned Centaur, insists. “It’s my pleasure keeping our outfits pristine and fashionable.” Her Talent is Threadwork, clearly.

Sighing, I kneel at Glimmer’s flank and lift her skirt. Beneath, I see an equine cockhead lewdly protruding from a Sand Goblin’s mouth. Indeed, the small monster impaled through the ass doesn't have a long enough torso lengthwise to contain Glimmer’s entire shaft, so, when the Gobliness inevitably slides down while trotting on the trail, the Unicorn's tip forces its way out. The Goblin woman’s jaw is opened to the absolute limit around the massive equine glans, throat almost transparent with how thinly the skin is stretched. If not for our inherent ‘Accommodating Orifice’ blessing we bestow on all our sexual partners, a special bit of magic that every Centaur is born with, the tiny monster would’ve been split in twain on both ends. As it is, the poor thing is blue in the face! Oh, my.

I know from personal deepthroating experience it’s exactly as intense as it looks. The feeling of having one’s orifices magically stretched to fit your partner regardless of your willingness is… exciting, sure, (I can’t help drooling at the thought) but the unavoidable spice of pain can be scary without an affectionate partner to gently walk one through the encounter. Given Glimmer's… let's say ‘occasional obliviousness,’ and judging by the trails of dried tears on the Gobliness’s cheeks, I doubt this girl is receiving the TLC we’re trained to give while breaking-in er, 'training' new belly-riders.

A pit forms in my tummy at the thought of broaching the topic; I don’t think Gloaming will listen to me. She tends to have selective hearing when it comes to the treatment of new Herd members even though kindness and patience are patently proven to produce better partners.

I do what I can, pulling the Gobliness forward enough that Glimmer’s cockhead rests in her stomach where the Unicorn's cum will at least be contained next time, and adjust the straps binding the small monster to the equine underbelly. I’m hardly in a position to criticize my Squad Leader, as simply seeing the sexy sight of this woman’s tiny body being violated by Glimmer’s massive member makes me involuntarily cum into my own belly-rider’s tummy. My knees go momentarily weak as a burst of pleasure incapacitates me. The feeling of Spike’s limbs twitching and her stomach inflating against my underside turns me on even more, but I recompose myself after only a few seconds of quaking shivers beneath the knowing gazes of my allies.

The Collared Lizardwoman strapped to my undercarriage wriggles with pleasure and returns the favor by snaking her tail into my pussy to let me know she appreciates the treat. If she penetrates my asshole, that’s our signal she needs a break. Spike has done really well today; she has only asked to be let down twice so far even though she’s almost brand new! I do try to ease my belly-riders into each session and give them what I hope is a generous amount of aftercare, though, and I always feel bad when they object or resist during training. But I can’t deny these arrangements of dubious consent are sadly necessary...

“Thank you, Demure. Ahem, as I was saying, belly-riders have an extremely important job and subsequently critical role in polite society. You know as well as I do how impossible it is to think clearly without a convenient way to drain your balls! Our species spent centuries mindlessly fornicating like animals before the final solution was implemented at last. We lost so much knowledge to the Calamity... Imagine where we’d be technologically if we could’ve picked up where humanity left off instead of needing to rediscover everything!”

It’s true. If not for my belly-rider, I wouldn’t be able to do anything but fuck, eat, and get fucked on loop all day every day. Every Centaur has a huge pair of testicles that fill our sacks to bursting almost literally on the hour. I can’t even walk comfortably without a ball-bra as little as ten minutes after cumming. We get so blue-balled after half a day that it’s impossible to concentrate on anything but finding a soft place to stick our throbbing rods…

“And that’s why we treat them so well,” Gloaming Glimmer continues, “Free food, housing, healthcare, and time off on holidays. What more can they ask for?”

“U-uh, umm, but a-actually,” I start, but fumble as the words tangle in my mouth. I suppose it’s good of Centauria to give belly-riders free healthcare and all… but giving them food should be a given since they aren’t paid for their ‘work.’ Also, they live with us, so there goes 'housing,' and Centaurs spend the holidays fucking each other, so belly-riders aren’t necessary at that time anyway, making the ‘time off’ rather pointless. It’s not like the belly-riders volunteer to serve Centauria, so aren’t we… *gulp* um, 'raping' them? Gosh, it’s awful to even consider that thought! But then my mind starts wondering why we don’t have a pension fund for retiring belly-riders? Or what about the rising number of elderly homeless monsters in Centauria? Why does nobody talk about those things? “N-nevermind, Glimmer. I’m sorry, sometimes I get too caught up in my head with unnecessary questions.”

“Don’t worry so much, Demure. We can’t be the bad guys—we’re too nice! Here have a cupcake; it’ll make you feel better,” Fuchsia says while reaching into her magic satchel to present me with a carrot-flavored cupcake with cream cheese frosting. Somehow, it never runs empty no matter how many confections pulls out. Obviously, Baking is her Talent.

And carrot cake is my favorite! That does make me feel better. I hurriedly plow through my cupcake to quiet the internal voices of doubt with sugar and spice, giving me a severe case of dry mouth. I cough, “T-thirsty.”

“Allow me. We're supposed to aid one another, no?” Uniqua says, trotting over in her purple-and-white pleated dress to present her recent prize, a Cactus Gimp tied to her saddle.

Each of the multi-headed prickly pear girl’s faces are masked and gagged with leather (my creations, but only to keep her from hurting herself), her wrists bound together behind her back, her feet tied to the stirrups, and all the needles plucked from her green skin. There’s no way for her to slip free because the saddle is equipped with two mounted dildoes lodged deep in her nether holes, each having a sizable knot that would take some significant effort to extract. She doesn’t look happy to be a newly registered Centaurian citizen… but that’ll change once she learns how great Centauria is, right? Right?

La, la, la, can’t hear the sad thoughts—I lean in to take one of her breasts in my mouth and suckle fresh Cactus Water to clear my parched throat. “Ahh! So tasty,” I comment, happy to give the plant woman a well-deserved compliment. They’re not deaf under those blindfolds, after all.

“Imagine how great it’d taste cold,” the white-furred mare dreams aloud while switching her sparkling, bedazzled parasol from her left shoulder to her right.

“Y-you mean on ice, right? The drink?” I ask, suddenly concerned.

Uniqua shrugs without a care in the world. “Why bother when we can keep the Treefolk we capture in a walk-in fridge? My cousin has the perfect Talent to set one up.”

The Cactus girl quivers and moans with fear, their pleading muffled to inaudibility by the gags.

Oh, no, here come the bad feelings again. “B-because they live in a hot desert. A plant monster probably wouldn’t like being in the dark and cold all the time…”

“There Demure goes again,” Moonbow Quiver says, shaking her head with condescension, “Always with her head in the clouds. We have a mission, rememb—oh, fffuuuck!”

“Shush it and bear down, darlin’, I’m almost there,” Applejill the Centaur commands as she rams her big rod into Moonbow’s squelching pussy while mounted from behind, making the tassels of her tartan skirt sway with each thrust. Tossing her braided blonde hair out of her face, she pulls down the neckline of her white blouse, letting her melons flop into the open so she can pinch her own fat, milky nipples, and wails in ecstasy.

Gloaming Glimmer picks up where Moonbow left off without a moment’s hesitation for the carnality of the scene, “That’s right. We came all this way, circling around the local Cactus Turret and crossing the desert to share our enlightened Centaurian values with these untamed western lands. Now’s not the time to be distracted by unnecessary things.”

“Aaahhhnnn!!!” As if to provide direct contrast, Applejill then groans loudly with relief as she explosively releases a gallon of musky spunk into Moonbow’s depths, causing rivulets of viscous cream to splatter her bollocks and drip down the pale mare’s legs.

“Fuck, Applejill, I think I’m pregnant, now. Nice going.”

“Whew, that feels a whole heck of a lot better! Oh, uh, oops, I meant to stick it in your ass and missed. Sorry, darlin’. I really need a new belly-rider, don't I?”

"You can't 'miss' like that with your belly-rider, Applejill!" I frantically remind her. Other monsters aren't built to take Centaur foals to term. That's why we have to use their mouths and asses only, or even an Ogre would burst like an overripe watermelon before all eleven months of gestation were through. The awful horror stories I've heard have scared me straight—my penis is for butts only! I've never 'fathered' a foal in my life or even touched another woman's v-v-vagina. Even thinking about that particular female body part makes me equal parts scared and aroused~

Oh! OH!!! Oh, gosh darn it! There I go again blowing my load in poor Spike's tummy. Feeling her tail in my pussy tells me she's good for at least one more round before she needs a break. What a trooper! She can have all the cupcakes and cuddles she wants tonight.

A familiar screech from above draws our eyes to the sky where a pretty Harpy girl stoops in our midst with a bunny in her talons. Leather jesses anchored to the falcon Harpy’s legs entangle the brown-furred Fuzzy folk’s limbs. The falcon drops her bunny prey in the middle of our circle, leather straps releasing the poor monster like prehensile tentacles, before flapping over to me.

I feel her feathers brush my skin and I raise my arm to receive my beloved, “Kiki! You’re back!” I take her talons on a thick gauntlet stretching to my elbow. Falcon Harpies being smaller than most Avian evolutions, and magically Lightweight besides, I have no trouble serving as her perch.

She’s dressed entirely in leather straps that dangle loosely from her torso like insectoid feelers. A leather chastity belt only I can unlock guards her virtue—I’m not risking her around my horny Squad Mates—but her adorable, perky breasts are fully on display. Long, braided auburn hair drapes down her spine from beneath the leather hood that covers her eyes. My magic boosts her other senses, so she doesn’t lose flight capabilities for lack of sight.

I hug and kiss my gorgeous Hooded Falcon Harpy partner. The little avian woman responds warmly, reciprocating by sticking her tongue in my mouth and shoving her yummy petite titties against my massive melons—our skin regrettably separated by a thin layer of fabric. After a short make out session to reaffirm our mutual affection, Kiki demands, “You promised to wear me like a sock on your fat cock tonight if I did good?”

I did, and nod while blushing. It’s not unusual for a Falcon Harpy to bond with their partner, but my precious Kiki especially seems to love getting royally dicked. We’ve been working together for years, though, and she was my first ever belly-rider. I was super careful introducing her to my big thing downstairs! It took weeks of gradually preparing her to take the entire length. But not all Falcons are fond of Centaurs…

No, no, gotta ignore those unnecessary thoughts!

“Hey, how come your pets like you so much, Demure?” Fuchsia asks, seeming genuinely curious, like I haven’t told her a million times all I do is talk to them like people, ask what they want, and give it if I can. At least, that's what worked for Kiki and Spike. “Mine won’t stop complaining, and it gets really annoying!”

“Focus, everyone! Ahem. Ah, how excellent to meet a new friend! Hello, little bunny, my name is Gloaming Glimmer. We’re emissaries who've traveled all the way from glorious Centauria to reach this place. Could you please take us to your Warren so we can speak with your leadership about joining the Herd?”

The bunny boy’s eyes jump from one face to another before going wide as they land on the Gobliness skewered on Gloaming’s cock. The poor thing slid down again and has a massive erect horsecock jutting rudely out the mouth. Darn it, her skirt snagged on a buckle when she stood, revealing her undercarriage, and I must've been distracted while adjusting the straps to leave them loose like that. Glimmer is going to be so mad, later! My ass pulses with anticipation at the prospect.

“You’ll never take me alive!” the Fuzzy folk shouts and makes a break for it after conjuring a massive dust cloud with his magic to obscure his escape.

“Fucking dammit!” Gloaming Glimmer stamps her hooves in frustration.

“I’ve got it,” Moonbow says as a strong wind blows away the dust, her mighty wings flexing as she ascends into the air. The Pegasus draws her bow from its leather harness and nocks an arrow from her quiver in preparation for a deadly shot. Her Talent is Archery, which only allows her to magically Summon bows and arrows. That impeccable aim of hers is all blood, sweat, and training.

Our individual Talents aren't that strong, but the strength of Centauria is being able to share our resources. We each have a set of Moonbow's bow and arrows, Fuchsia keeps us fed, plus Uniqua's dresses are proof against Second Tier blades.

“Don’t you dare, I ain’t lettin’ this one get away,” Applejill bids her partner stay the arrow while she twirls a lasso in the air. After a few seconds to gather speed, our Roping expert lets fly at the bunny’s retreating form. The noose soars through the air far further than should be possible from the visible length of coils in her arms before finally falling around the Dust Bunny’s middle. Applejill tightens the lasso with a jerk, making her prey stumble, and proceeds to drag the bunny back into our circle.

“Nice, I could use a new belly-rider,” Moonbow crows as she comes around for landing and clops to a halt.

"Not a chance, I called this one first," Applejill insists while cracking the other end of the rope like a whip.

The Dust Bunny looks scared out of his mind.

“Hi, what’s your name?” I ask to try and calm things down, “Mine is D-Demure.”

“Tell us where the Desert Warren is, and you can have all the cupcakes you want!” Fuchsia Cake ignores my attempt at conversation to upend her baking satchel, dumping more bite-sized confections than should fit inside it at the bunny's feet. I click my tongue at the waste as sticky frosting gets covered with sand, but it's not like she'll run out. Her Talent resets every morning, after all.

The Dust Bunny boy shakes his head emphatically, "I'll die before betraying my family. You can cook me up and eat me, but you'll never find the Desert Warren!"

Glimmer sighs heavily. "We don't even eat monsters, but whatever. Looks like diplomatic relations have broken down again. Demure, do your thing. We could use another belly-rider and...” she sighs in exasperation, “You can be extra nice with this one. It'd be great if you could convince him to come around to our cause."

"But Glimmer..." Applejill objects while pawing the ground with a hoof.

"No 'buts'! You've already gotten Moonbow pregnant; you can keep using her pussy as your cocksleeve from now on. And Moonbow, before you start with me next, just keep using Applejill's ass like we've been doing."

"Aww... I was hoping to spice things up."

"Consarn it, my ass is gonna be sore."

"Sorry, little friend," I apologize, wishing he'd at least have told me his name as I draw my nine-tailed flogger. His eyes go wild and he struggles against the ropes but can't budge them. Gosh, here come the bad feelings again.

Then Kiki nuzzles my cheek, reminding me why the Queen chose me for Leather in her infinite wisdom. "Relax, Mistress. He won't suffer if you find him a good partner. Do what you have to." She always knows what to say to get me through the day.

The flogger cracks down on the bunny boy's rump, making a satisfying set of slaps.

"Nnngh!" He stiffens in shock.

The flogger falls a second time on his exposed peach, and he writhes on the sand, gasping, "Aaah!!!"

"That's a strong-willed one," Applejill comments, sounding impressed. "I can't last more than two without cumming."

The Leatherworker's flogger is not an instrument of agony. The ends are flat strips of leather that magically induce great pleasure on impact along with the spice of pain. I'd never be able to do this without it. I've never drawn blood, and I'm careful to never leave a permanent mark on my partners.

The flogger falls a third time.

"Aaahhhnnnyesss! Harder!!!" the Dust Bunny boy yells as he spasms, cumming impotently onto the sand, and I feel the connection form.

Once he submits to the pleasure I give, a Minion Bond blooms between me and the captured monster.

A form-fitting black leather suit creeps across his body until it swallows his head. Leather straps wrap around his legs and torso and bind his arms to his sides while buckles and tassels decorate him from tip to toe. A whiffle-ball gag occupies his mouth, and his ears stick out, but the mask covering his head blinds his eyes. The only thing uncovered is his bare bottom, as even his cock is trapped in a chastity cage.

I lift and cradle the Bound Bunny in my arms to whisper sweetly into his ears, “Don’t worry, Kiki and I’ll help you get used to your new powers, and I won’t let anyone abuse your butt until you’re begging for something larger than my fist~”

He realizes quickly that he can manipulate the loose belts and straps hanging from him like tentacles and takes to them rather well. It doesn’t require much effort on his part to maneuver himself onto my saddle where he can relax and acclimate to his new situation.

As I kneel once again to properly fix the poor Gobliness’s harness before she chokes on Glimmer’s cock, Kiki straightens at attention on her perch and reports in a serious tone, “Squad Leader, I saw two armies, Wolves and Goblinoids, gathering their forces to the west. I also heard several monsters say the fighting would start tomorrow… It’s going to be a bloodbath.”

Oh, dear. All those poor monsters. So many will surely die! If only we could save them from themselves.

“Perfect!” Gloaming shouts, startling the others from their lustily eying my Bound Bunny in a daze. “The local power structure will be destabilized; this is an opportunity for expansion we can’t afford to miss. At last, I can finally prove my worth as a Centaurian Outrider Squad Leader by conquering, er, liberating a whole Region!” Her Unicorn horn glows dimly under the desert sun as she levitates a Falcon-feather pen and a blank scroll into her hands. “'Dear Queen Solaris…'”

After scribbling a note while gleefully talking to herself about how happy the Queen will be, Gloaming Glimmer activates her Talent, Pen Pals, causing the scroll to disappear. Task finished, she turns to us with manic energy and a dangerous gleam in her eye.

“The Herd is on its way.”