Good Morning.
Human inns are much quieter without all the fornication you know.
Let's get breakfast as I tell you my another story.
You know how Theophilos, the human kid murdered the old Monsterlord, Maou, twice? I was there before he went away, he was addressing some monstergirls who wanted to record what he said. All gaunt, clad in most crude manner, haunted, armed to the teeth and restless. The type you don't want to meet in a dark alley.
And a monstergirl army actually helped him do it the second time.
And I entertained these girls...not knowing what the war needed.
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Lescat's balls! Human breakfasts are far better! Oh well, maybe the brothel skimped on supplies. Anyway, I and many boys were told to get ready to entertain many monstergirls that morning. That was strange, mamono active during the day. But a girl is a girl and they have needs, even with the most unusual biologies. I mean centaurs. Proud, noble girls with long, flowing hair and a body that needs satisfying.
They usually don't get boywhores, too proud for that. But I was told there was a poor filly that needed love, and I'm nothing if Tyler the Spear. Heh.
Centaurs are shy, and I knew she'd be down below, near the bigger rooms. Time to read her "special" orders.
That one would be fun, no, no, believe me, they have pussies that accomodate many member sizes. Demon Magic. Anyway...
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"What the hell?" I mumbled.
She had paid well.
"Bondage, harness and domination 1 seance - The Stud's Mare. Tender lovemaking, 1 seance. No contraceptive potion, 1 hour time together in the tavern."
"That makes my daily work, I assume." No girl should be left without the pleasures she craved. I donned my basic clothes and went towards the stable-like room centaurs used.
There she was. A blonde, beautiful mare-centaur, obviously prepared for sex and bondage by lady Zsa-Zsa herself. She was bound to a stall as if a broodmare was fixed for breeding. Fair enough for some "discerning tastes." Time to get to work.
Her beautiful human face was blindfolded, and set with a bit-gag, and ear muffs completely depriving her of sensations. Already her legs were shackled to a booth where her hands were tied, looking like a mare ready for breeding, so she can't kick back.
Hey, a tale is a tale, and it's my job. Good? Good. Well, your loss.
You? Listening? Good...
I snuck very quietly behind her, tiptoed and laid a hand on a beautiful, muscled flank, feeling her equine body. My hand caressing her, the golden haired centaur that was bound here, in my stables, shuddered quietly, clearly expecting what's going to happen. She was beautiful beyond compare, but so submissive. Slowly, I leaned on her shoulder, and kissed her horse-like big ears, which flicked cutely. She was adorable: her head leaned on my face, rubbing like a kitten.
I slowly removed an earmuff, just to speak:
"You are very lovely, miss. Can I remove the earmuffs? I want to hear your voice, and you mine. May I?"
She nodded slowly, so I removed the earmuffs, her ears popping free now.
"What a lovely mare. I think I'll take you right here and then." Time for polish. "Breed your powerful, mare body. You would like that, would you?" I slowly massaged her shoulders, pulling her tied hands from the pole, and fixing a saddle and harness to her chest that connected with the bit-gag that was already set on her mouth.
She mewled, shuddering as I immobilized her even more with the harness like a property.
Slowly my hands went to caress her flanks when all the shackles clicked in place. I massaged her scared, glorious body, feeling every muscle shudder under my hands. She melted sweetly, leaning in her bondage, like a good little filly to be bred.
