The young filly slept hard for more than half a day, perhaps just from sheer exhaustion, or perhaps from some influence from the Dryad that spent the time comforting  the girl as she slept.  But finally she stirred with a groan and a yawn, arching her back as she stretched a little, blinking, her body didn't ache so bad anymore, and she felt very well rested.

Valor smiled, one hand stroking along Dancer's head and through her hair, while her other hand slid up along her side, up to cup her breast, and toy with the ring pierced through her nipple, "Feeling better sweetheart?  I think you are still in heat, before I let you go from your bindings, did you want to have the stallion's seed replanted in you?"

Dancer let out a little groan, teased and groped already in the morning! She squirmed against her bonds for a minute, a little shiver running through her at the thought of being taken again, raped and fucked again… was it anticipation and desire?  Damned heat!

She considered the dryad's offer for a few moments though, before nodding, a little reluctantly, "Yes… I think that might be the wise thing to do," she murmured, her tail lifting and twitching behind her.

Valor nodded, pulling Dancer's hair to the side to kiss her neck, "Mmm, alright sweetheart, i'll try to be gentle with this," as a thick root grew up behind the filly, twisting and shaping a bit into a partly opened funnel, before it slid down to at first nestle against the lips of the centaur's cunny.

Dancer let out a gasp at the touch of the cool, slick bark, then let the breath out with a hard moan as it slid into her, pushing deep, its surface rippled and she felt almost every ripple of it as it stretched her wide, almost as wide as that stallion had as it plunged into her slick cunny.  Valor grinned with her own pleasure as she watched the filly respond, her fingers tugging now at the piercing, and pinching and rolling the young filly's other nipple between her fingers, nibbling softly at her neck.

Dancer moaned and shivered beneath the dryad, the thick root pressing deep into her, pushing against her cervix with a blunt tip, before drawing back then ramming forwards with a thud the filly felt rocking up her body, making the filly let out a little cry.  Again the root drew back and drove in harder, faster, picking up the face as it rocked in and out of the filly's body.

It could have bashed its way forcefully through, but Valor was enjoying taking her time and giving the filly a good long ride, hammering deep and rough into the girl's tender flesh, and drawing the sweet sounds of pleasure from the girl that had spent so much of the last several days screaming, some of it she herself had been guilty of inflicting.

Dancer was dripping wet with arousal and pleasure as she was teased and used by the dryad, arching her back as she whimpered in pleasure, the harder and faster thrusts driving her higher and higher, until with a final, hard thrust, she felt the thick root finally slam through her cervix, and felt the tip flare within her womb, crying out loudly in pleasure, her voice filling the glade as she bucked against the sturdy root impaling her, back arched to press her breasts into Valor's teasing and tormenting touch.

Her body shuddering, she started to come down, panting heavily as Valor kissed her neck, before she rose and drew off of the filly, moving to retrieve one of the glasses that the human mage had left behind.  Dancer glanced back to watch, as into an open end of the root, the dryad poured the seed, and let it flow down right into the filly's womb.

It was a few seconds before Dancer felt the warm splash of the seed as it flowed into her womb, and she let out a shuddering breath, feeling suddenly humiliated for willingly allowing herself to be seeded by the feral stallion, lowering her head as she shivered there.

Valor spent a few minutes milking her own breasts into the cup that had been emptied of seed, murmuring a few words and tracing a few symbols into the surface of it, which drew Dancer's attention back to her with a furrowed brow.  When she was finished, Valor raised the glass, with a smile to the filly, "A small fertility spell, to help ensure the seed takes root and grows strong and healthy," she explained, before pouring the golden, now glowing milk into the opening in the root as well to wash the rest of the seed down into the filly's womb.

Dancer gave a little gasp as she felt the warm splash of it running and flowing deep into her womb, feeling a tingling warmth spreading through her as the magic took hold, and only slowly fading away, lingering in strange places inside.

Valor nodded, and the flare of the root shrank within the filly's womb, before the long, slick root withdrew, making the filly moan and shudder as it slid out, leaving her empty, and finally letting out a wet slurp as it slid from between her netherlips.  

Valor nodded, and moved around before the filly, leaning down to kiss her softly, "Alright, time to be freed little one, I would like you to stay a few days to recover and rest, a little bit of the magic will make the seed quicken in your womb, and grow more quickly than usual, with luck, by the time you reach the human kingdom you will be quite close to bearing your foal for them, mmm?"

Dancer opened her mouth, and closed it, a little shiver running through her, this felt like it was happening too fast, but not fast enough, but she nodded to Valor, "Alright… i can be free now though?"

Valor nodded, "Yes," with a gesture, the root restraining the filly's back started to slip away, and more slowly the roots binding her arms and legs started to withdraw, leaving the filly after a few minutes to finally be able to move.  

Rising, Dancer stretched with a groan, it felt almost strange to move, arching her back as she got her feet beneath herself and pushing herself to her feet, dancing a little over the roots and the moss beneath her before she had to stop with a shudder, feeling the weight of that damned piercing through her clit shifting… dancing was going to be much more interesting going ahead, she hoped she got used to it… but that was when other changes started to come into focus.

She lifted up her hands to stare at her fingers, her nails were now golden, like Valor's were, and a few more careful steps with her feet made her realize it felt different too, glancing down she saw that her hooves were cloven, like a faun, "w-What? What did you do to me?"

Valor stepped up to the filly's side again, stroking along her flank to try and soothe her, "these too are markings of the ritual, a little change, sets you apart, makes you unique in ways all will recognize."

Dancer looked stunned and bewildered, not sure how to take this, "So… so everyone will know what was done to me? So I will never be able to find a place to settle in again?" she started with a lament.

Valor shook her head, "You will always be different, even without these markings, and you may be able to make a place to settle in, to fit in again, it may be more difficult, but there are those who will accept you for who you are, and not be so shallow as to just see what you are… come, eat some, rest, bathe, don't dwell on this right now, you need some time to come to grips with the things that are different… and that will take time."

Still looking stunned, Dancer followed the dryad as she took her hands, and led her away from where she had spent so long bound, over to where a small feast was ready, of fruits and nuts, biscuits, and even some strips of venison jerky.  Dancer slowly settled down there, and half let the dryad feed her of the bounty laid out.

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Nearly a week later, Dancer finished wrapping up some food and supplies in a leather bundle, and took a tall blackwood staff as Valor handed it to her.  Her belly was starting to grow round, and her heat had passed, another week and she would be ready to foal, and it would take her almost that long to reach the human kingdom.  

Valor passed the filly a golden fruit with a smile, stepping back, "Visit sometime, would you sweetheart? I enjoy your company," she murmured.

Dancer let out a soft laugh but nodded, her hooves giving a little dance across the moss, "I will, when I can, I can't guarantee I won't leave the lands one day, but I will try to find reason and anchors to stay.  Look after the little golden princess while she matures, I look forwards to seeing her when she becomes Queen soon."

Valor giggled and nodded in return, "Safe journey love, the forests will see you through to the roads and paths the humans use, and you'll find what guidance you need there."

Dancer nodded, and turned to start off, looking back a moment from the edge of the glade, looking around at the beautiful place where so much had happened to her, before waving to the dryad who lived there, and pushing her way through the crimson waterfall of leaves, back into the green of the forest beyond.  There was a path beneath her hooves, a deer trail it seemed, and she started out along that at a brisk trot, though even at that speed that gnoll's infernal piercing was bouncing up and down, scraping along her clit, and feeling the barbs being tugged at every bounce.

It was going to be a long journey with that damned piercing continually teasing her, and it wasn't long before she was leaving a trail of arousal behind her, though it took an hour or two before she finally had to stop as she came, shuddering and groaning as she leaned against a tree, tail lashing quickly as she took a few minutes to recover her composure, and start off again, leaving a wet trail in the forest loam behind her…