Title: Vengeance in Little Monster City (Love Nina) Author: YBA Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/WDfqLYYc First Edit: Monday 22nd of September 2014 02:10:21 AM CDT Last Edit: Monday 22nd of September 2014 02:10:21 AM CDT Link to the beginning of the story: http://pastebin.com/BDMLk9TK ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Love Nina ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   You let the big centaur spend her tears. After a few minutes she finally stills. You dry the remains from her cheeks with your hands. The cogs crank in your head. Regardless of what your plans were, things are shoved back weeks maybe months with Lisa. Nina is far from pliable enough to be made to help with anyone yet. Setbacks upon setbacks, but is it all bad news really?   You never thought in a million years that Nina would fight for you on her own like that. She could have been expelled or worse. The warhorse threw a wrench into things but that kind of care you haven't seen in a long time. A feeling worms its way through a chink in the armor around your heart. Once it takes hold, you have a hard time shaking it.   "After today, I don't think I'll have time at all for any girls." You tell Nina as you reach up and gently twitch her ears. "Not with breaking a stubborn spirited mare taking up every free moment. I obviously haven't put enough time into your training."   Before you can react hot lips lock over yours, and a tongue big enough to choke you jams down your throat. Nina holds the kiss for several long moments. When she breaks away, her brown eyes stare into yours with an intensity you've not seen before. "I'm very stubborn." She whispers in your ear. "Perseverantia ad finem optatum is the family motto."   You twitch her ear and her long strong fingers dig into your back. You grin. "Where's the triumph in easy victory. In the end, I will have your obedience and your deference."   "We'll start with a proper apology." You move her hand toward the straining bulge in your pants. It was hard for your little head to ignore the naked embrace of the buxom centaur, warm malleable melons and hardening nipples pressing against you.   She fumbles with your zipper, as you press her head down to the level of your dick. Nina hesitates only for a moment to look in your eyes before taking you in her mouth.   "Suck harder." You command. "You're still no good at this."   She tries and you wince as she accidentally nicks you with her teeth. You tweak her ear enough to show your dissatisfaction. "You've got a big mouth so you have to work more at it. Leverage what you have over small girls. Use your tongue and those powerful bellows in your chest."   Nina mumbles her assent and the vibrations send a shiver up your spine. She redoubles her efforts, her cheeks pulling concave and taut. The suction is incredible, the seal vacuum tight, as she works up and down your saliva-coated dick. She takes it as deep as she can go without choking, leaving a couple inches dry. You'll need to teach her to deepthroat on her own, not to mention use her hands and tongue more.   A meaty thump strikes against your thigh. You never get tired of Nina's pendulous breasts beating in time against your legs when you get a blowjob from her.   As the pleasure builds, you grab the base of her black ponytail and force her to your tempo. She resists at first, then you feel her neck muscles slacken as she tries to maintain any kind of technique while her face bobs up and down on your crotch.   The centaur's hot breath from her nostrils caresses your shaft and you feel her try to work her tongue around one last time when you arch your back. A split second later and your member explodes in orgasm. Hot marble white cum splashes all over Nina's mouth and down her throat, your seed trying vainly to impregnate the beautiful centaur.   You remove yourself slowly from Nina's mouth, her lips still wrapped tight around your member. To her credit, she swallows her cough along with your load. She leans forward and gives your shaft a final lick before kissing your glans and looking at you. Her smile is strained but genuine.   "And." You prompt.   "Please forgive me." Nina sits up, placing one hand on your penis. She uses the other to press your own hand against a ripe brown breast. "I'll be a good girl."   You softly knead one of the centaur's mighty mammaries and cover the the other in kisses as you stall for time. It's heavy work but oh so much fun watching her try not to moan as she worries over your answer.   "You are forgiven, on two conditions." You finally break the tension. "You don't pull anything like that again, and you will always answer my calls from now on, no matter how much trouble you think you're in. Your punishment today will seem like a reward if you break either of these."   "Of course Anon." Nina sighs in relief. "I promise." She tilts her head down for a kiss and you grant it to her, but not long enough for her to get carried away. You can feel her heat building and you don't have time to go another round. It's not that the part of you ensconced in the centaur's caressing hand wouldn't enjoy it. It's now, in fact, stoutly demanding it.   You twitch her upper lip and watch her eyes go a little droopy. Then you feel her hand's urging slacken up. "You're cut Nina. We need to get that cleaned up and taken care of first. We'll train more later." You let go and it takes a moment before she nods, like she's just now realizing it herself.   It doesn't take much time to take the first aid kit off the wall and grab what you need. You reprimand yourself for not thinking ahead on this one. Your little kit you carry isn't near enough if a centaur gets hurt. Even a thin wound like this on a big girl like her will eat up a lot of disinfectant and bandages. You'll need to replace the supplies in the club's kit before anyone notices.   Nina lets you help her without any fuss. She can't really reach back there very well. You've seen how comically she has to bend around and stretch just to get her panties up. When everything wraps up, you notice it's getting close to a regular time other members show up. You direct Nina to get dressed while you gather your own things.   Both of you are walking toward the door when the Prez strides through the entrance.   Well shit. You're standing so close and friendly to Nina, things could only be more obvious if you were holding hands.   "Heya Prez." Nina calls with unexpected confidence. "We just finished our practice. Watch target number 5. It's going to need new backing soon."   The short blonde wood elf nods back, longbow taller than she is held in her hand. She looks between the two of you for a long minute. She kind of shakes her head and smiles. "I always thought the lady did protest too much."   "I'll run that little squirt out of the club!" She mimics her best haughty Nina voice. "Who the hell did you think you were you kidding?"   She reaches up and claps you on the shoulder with a grip of iron."Good job sticking it out kiddo."   "You won't tell anyone." Nina says. It's a statement, not a question.   "You think I care a lick about the bullshit of this year or the next?" The Prez laughs. "I've been fucking failing Senior year for two decades. What's to look forward to after graduation anyway? I got an arranged marriage I'm dodging and the folks won't let me ditch for college. I'll wait it out though. They'll break or die before I do. Pops is sixty already."   The little elf grabs you into a headlock and glares at Nina. "What I do care about is having an easy ride. I let you in the club kid because I don't care about drama unless it rocks my boat. You get it? I kept the equipment from you because the other members were already pissed at me."   She noogies your head and lets you go. "So you two don't cause no problems there won't be no problems, see? That excellently bad enough for you? How do you guys say it nowadays? Epic uber fair right?"   Yeah, that's the Prez you think. Indifferent, energetic, crass and the better part of a decade out of date.   The elf waves her finger. "You better do a better job of hiding it too. At this rate, you'll be found out in a week." She slaps your ass and you see Nina clench her fists. "And I can't do anything for you after that."   You both excuse yourselves as quickly as possible and split as soon as you hit the door. Last thing you hear the Prez call is "I knew those bogus rumors about you smelled rare kid. If you can warm up that cold Vee-Ice President, you must pack some kind of rad heat." You're not sure you caught all of that mishmash, but it felt vaguely inappropriate and sexual. As expected of the Prez.   As you're walking from the school grounds. you notice Nina foundering on her right front foot. She tried so hard to hide it when she thought you were watching. That really bugs you. You wonder if she hurt her foot earlier. It would be her rear feet if it was from her punishment.   You confront her about it in the park after school the next day, kit in hand. The massive centaur bows up like it's a grave insult. "I'm NOT foundering! I could gallop all the way home."   "Let me see your hoof." You state evenly.   "I was just at the farrier's last week." She huffs.   "NOW!" You command. You pinch behind her leg out of habit for her to lift and forget she's not been trained that way.   The centaur sulks and raises her hoof. You notice the metal of her shoes is actually pewter, and has been glued on without any kind of pad. What the hell? There's clay and gravel stuck in there from her running around as well as the sole around the frog.   "What is all this?" You ask, half to yourself as you grab your hoof pick and begin clearing out the debris for a better look. Little gasps escape the giant warhorse as the clods and rocks fall to the grass.   Finally, you get the sole cleared and your brush uncovers something gold and shiny. You don't know whether to laugh or cry when you pull it out and Nina yelps. It's a cheap dangling spike earring. You know the type well, it's the kind Lisa likes to wear.   "If you left this in here you could have gotten an abscess you damn stubborn horse." You reprimand the tall dark mare. "And what's with these halfassed fake shoes?"   Nina tries to look away and ignore the question, only to glance back nervously when you give her your signal for an ear twitch. She finally obeys when you change it to a double hard ear twitch. She really turns on the waterworks when you remind her that an order now does not mean obey later. You're a little afraid if you keep pushing her too hard you're going to cause permanent damage. Before you wouldn't have cared, but now, well you rather not do something irreparable.   "You used to go natural. What changed?" You ask harshly.   The tall centaur hics "My feet were hu-hurting after we started riding. So, I got some instant shoes."   "Those are for decoration, not to bear rider weight or run on pavement. You've been on loads of different sports teams. Haven't you ever been properly shorn?" You tweak at each point for emphasis, eliciting sharp gasps from her sweet lips.   "N-no. The city centaur farrier only trims." Nina's breath is getting quicker. She's starting to associate the pain with other sensations that usually follow. You kiss her to reinforce it.   "Lucky for you, I know how to shoe a horse. And I think I have a set of something, just in your size." In reality you had about five sets in your bag that should be close, you knew enough to be able to eyeball her size. One of them would be right.   The big centaur almost bucks when she sees the cold steel. "Those kind of shoes! With nails?"   You twitch her ear. "It will hurt a hell of a lot less than this. If I do everything right, you'll hardly feel it at all. If you do something stupid, you could get hurt. There WILL be lashes if you panic." You transfer to a soft twitch. "Trust me."   She seems to calm down until you pull out the hoof knife to work through the old glue. She starts to shift nervously, the saucer-sized hoof quivering in your hand. You know you'll have to get tough for this. You take out the custom centaur-sized mechanical lip twitch you put together last night.   You wrap the clamp end of the metal twitch in a bit of cloth for padding. Nina eyeballs it like a medieval torture device but those same eyes start to roll back once you get it attached and tightened.   You take out your knife and go back to cleaning off the glorified pewter decoration. Thankfully, her hoof beneath is very well maintained. You only need a few passes with the rasp before you can size it against the horseshoe.   The spare steel nails taste sharp between your lips as you hold down the shoe and tap in the first nail lightly. You tap a couple more times, listening for the proper sound of it seating in the hoof. Nina barely moves with the vibrations. She's totally zoned out. It's almost unfair the things you could do to a centaur in this state.   You hear the right thunk and double check on the hoof itself by sounding it with a small thwack. A quick clip of the excess and you hammer it forward, locking it in place. One nail down, a few dozen and a few more hooves to go.   The rest of the nails go in with little problem, as does the seating and cleanup with the rasp. Nina only turns to pay attention when you take out the big clencher to clench and set the hoof in the groove. Her big brown eyes, dilated with adrenaline and endorphines, start to panic. You twist the tightness on the twitch and get her mind off things long enough to clench and set it.   With her first hoof done you give her a pat on the back. "That wasn't so bad." The big warhorse of a girl nods absently. Should she really be this out of it? Maybe a mechanical twitch was too much for Nina at this point?   The other three hooves go quickly, though you have to clean them with a hoof pick first.   After a solid hour you step back to admire your work. It might be the finest shoes you've shorn. Working with pampered feet is leagues easier than work animals.   You take off the lip twitch and stifle a snicker at the red mustache it gave her elegant face. "Wake up, Nina. Time to go for a ride."   Nina stares at you vacantly, her mind gone full space cadet. It takes a couple of minutes for her to come around. You note to yourself not to leave a twitch like that on for so long again. That sort of thing should be saved for serious punishment.   The mare finally comes back to herself and looks around, surprised to see you with your kit all packed back up. The huge centaur lifts a front hoof and looks down. She clicks another against a rock in the grass. Your brow creases in concern when you start to see her cry.   "Are all the nails in right? Does something hurt?" You're sure you did everything right.   Nina tries to wipe away her tears, but they still keep coming. She tries to smile at you. "No, they feel great. It's nothing, really. Must just be an effect of that damn thing you attached to my face."   You're not convinced but you'll let it settle for now. There's bigger plans to set in motion.   You wipe a soft brown cheek "We'll break them in with a little trot around the park." She catches your hand in her own and nods, offering you a leg up. Her broad back might make you bowlegged one day but damn if she's not fun to ride in every way.   You expected Nina to protest a daytime ride, maybe even have to threaten her with a bridle to go along. The effects of the twitch might still be wearing off.   Once you get on the sidewalk loop, you hear the satisfying click of steel horseshoe on concrete. There's no foundering, no lameness in her gait now. You expect her to go faster, maybe even at a full gallop, trying to get this over as soon as possible. Instead she's prancing. You didn't even know this tomboy in a t-shirt and gym shorts had the refinement to know how to prance.   You see an old man whisper with his old saggy holostaurus wife on the circuit around the park. Both smile and wave. The man mouths something you can't catch and Nina's dark face actually blushes. After that she breaks into a trot, then a canter. That's more like what you expected.     The ride wraps up with no further incident, though Nina's flanks are soaked with sweat by the time she finally comes to a stop. You notice her shirt sticking to her in all the right places. Not for the first time, you wish there were more private places you could sneak off to with an eight foot tall, one ton, four-legged woman. That doesn't keep you from dragging her into the woods by the hand. Your pants are already wet with her sweat anyway.   Minutes later, you feel Nina's huge primary heart drum a song of lust as you grope her mountainous breasts over sweat-soaked cotton.   She breathes heard. "Did I do good? Do I get a reward?"   "You did very good." You tell her before kissing her again. Her lips, still sensitive from the twitch earlier, make her shiver all over. You combine it with a soft ear twitch and she moans in pleasure. Lifting up her arm, you take a whiff as you rub your cheek into her sideboob. "It's funny. You really do smell like a horse." Nina isn't even phased anymore. She just puckers her lips for another kiss. You oblige then give her a hickie on her neck and grab her tits one last time before working your way down her back.   Nina's soft hot pussy is rearing to go. You've not seen her this wet since the time you punished her with the vibrators. You're not sure why, but she wants it bad. And you make her tell you so.   "I want you." She admits. "Mate with me. Ravish me. Screw me. Fuck me. Don't make me wait. Give me your dick!"   A satisfied dark grin creeps across your face. It's the first time she's ever begged like that."I guess that will have to do this time." You grumble as you plunge inside her wet muscular furnace.   Nina cums in a shaking hard splash almost as soon as you put it in. Her breathing is labored, but you just jackhammer at your own pace. She recovers after a minute and turns around to look at you. The gigantic centaur reaches out to you with one hand wanting to be held.   You grab hold of the strong bow-calloused brown fingers with your own. Nina flashes you a smile. Your downstairs brain knows seeing those glorious fleshmounds on full wet t-shirt display, bouncing just a little with every penetration, is worth any handholding. Pulling on her arm, you use her for more leverage as you thrust deeper inside.   The tomboy mare gets tighter as you squeeze her hand, her drooling pussy trying valiantly to suck you all the way inside, hungering for your seed. You slam inside and her swollen clit brushes against your balls. Both of you cry out at the sudden stimulation. You try the same stroke again and it's just as screamingly good. Your hips strike Nina's wide ass again and again, her tail tickling your thigh. You can't take much more, your mind is starting to go numb, focusing only on the primal need in front of you, the need to secure your lineage.   Your actual thoughts are much simpler as the girl's vagina coils around your cock with a level of affection you've never extracted from her before. Each time you pull out, Nina refuses to let your hand go. Each time she tries to drag you closer, like if she pulled hard enough she could hold you in her arms while you stirred her insides. The centaur crushes your hand in hers as she builds to her peak. Your breath shortens.   Tensing, arching, and moaning, Nina and you cum together for the first time. Hot streams of your hot lust squirt out in the depths of the mare. Hard contractions and a wave of centaur juices responds in its wake. The first thought that crosses your orgasm-addled mind is how happy Nina looks.   The moment of bliss passes and you're able to screw your head back on straight. You hope her pills are doing the job. She's so massive she has to take fifteen times the amount of a normal girl.   You get so caught up in working through your plans that you almost miss a soft "I love you."   Nina gazes expectantly at you. You smile. "I'll say it every time. I love you too."   After that day, Nina becomes much more sexually aggressive and even harder to control. You've seen this sort of rebelliousness before, when gentling a horse goes wrong and the animal fights for dominance.   She still surprises you when she shows up for her Friday night ride in a new strapless red velvet evening gown. It's gorgeous, complimented with elbow length white ballroom gloves and leggings. You didn't even know centaurs could wear garters. The colors contrast her dark body and you inhale a deep a breath as you take it all in. It all had to be hand tailored and must have been incredibly expensive. Her long black hair is let down and shines even in the half light of the street lamps.   The familiar clip of massive horseshoes rings as she prances up to you like a parade horse on show. Each leg pulls high, revealing long legs and stirring her skirt. Her back is straight and her hands rest on her waist like a proper centaur lady. Nina gives you a smug smile. "Well, what do you think?"   Your anger puts a hard brake on your beating heart and lust. "Where did you get something like this?" You ask suspiciously.   Nina gets that disobedient look in her eye and nervously looks away, ignoring you. How did you ever let things get this out of hand? At some point you traded in breaking for gentling but this girl just will not properly respond to anything but a firm hand and pain. It's time to go back to the basics.   You motion Nina down for a twitch and she tries to go for a kiss instead. You're faster and grab her ear. You turn up the torque to screaming pain, well past the safe zone. Nina drops to her knees, ruining her pure white leggings with grass stains. Tears well up in her eyes and she lets out the kind of sweet painful scream you haven't heard in some time.   "D-don't you like it?" The tall girl cries.   "I know you, horse. You hate frills and dresses. You would never pick this out yourself. So tell me where it came from." Your voice carries a hard edge.   Fighting against your twitch, Nina grabs your face with both white-gloved hands and hugs you close with powerful arms. "I'm sorry. I was going to tell you tonight. I promise I was."   You let go in surprise. The girl has an iron will to fight through that kind of pain, but you guess she has had practice now. Her long hair brushes against your face as she nuzzles your neck.   Nina hugs you almost bone-crackingly tight against her soft chest. "It was a gift from Mother. She saw my new shoes, and she was so happy. She said it was nice to see someone so old-fashioned, that I should dress like a proper lady when I told you. She wants to meet my boyfriend."   And now you just feel terrible, guilty and confused. Nina still pretends like she doesn't know you at school, but she wants to bring you home to her parents?   Another big crack opens in the jaded armor over your heart. Your dark resolve has long since gone soft. "I'm sorry Nina, you look so beautiful." You start.   The centaur kisses you deeply before you can say any more. She doesn't let go for a long time. Eventually she lets you go and you help her brush off as she gets back up. Luckily her knees are the only really dirty parts of her, and she still looks ravishing.   You can't shake your feelings and decide it's best to call it a night. You turn to leave, when red velvet straining over massive breasts presses against your back. Warm lips caress your ear and suck playfully. The centaur's hand reaches in front of you, holding a familiar bridle. "Come on Anon. The night is young. Won't you ride your Nina? I promise I'll be a good girl for you."   You find your own will skating on thin ice. Nina is so manipulative in her own way, a masterful liar who can bring crocodile tears on command. It's hard to get a bead on her. But you feel that in her, a genuine fire burns for you. The only question is which one of you will it consume first.   You take the bridle from her hand. It turns out to be a long sweaty night.     That Sunday, you find yourself at Nina's house, a big home in oldtown not far from the park and your school. It's not country club but it still would qualify as a small mansion. You expect that would have to be the case for a family of centaurs.   The size and scale of the front door reminds you of being a child. The softball-sized crystal knob is up at the level of your chest. The frame leaves plenty of headroom even for Nina. Thankfully the doorbell is a little more average. You ring it and the sound of clopping hooves comes your way.   You hear a lock click over and the four inch thick piece of oak and stained glass swings inward. What looks like a smaller girlier version of Nina peeks through the crack and stares down at you with yellow eyes. She opens the door all the way and you get a good look. Smaller is relative here. She's still a good twenty two hands tall. The teenage centaur sizes you up, chewing something in her mouth. A second later she calls back into the cavernous house. "Hey sis. Your boyfriend's here!" Looking inside, you can see there are huge wide hallways and rooms with few walls. It's almost built like a stock barn or arena disguised as a house. The floor at the entrance is all tile and there's what looks like astroturf beyond.   The familiar clicks of horseshoes come barreling around the corner, and you see Nina has learned to make full use of the extra protection and grip the shoes offer as she narrowly misses crashing into the wall in her haste. The tall centaur glares at her sister but introduces you to her kindly enough. "This is my little sister Isabella. She's first year. You wouldn't have seen her around."   "Call me Izzy." The girl gives you an inappropriately lewd smile as she smacks on whatever it is. She offers you bag that looks full of grain. "Wheat gum?"   You decline and Nina shoos her off with some effort. Then the big centaur grabs your hand and invites you inside.   You quickly see why the Van Harne's have such a reputation around town for extraspecies furnishings.   There's a few small chairs scattered around for humanoid guests, but what catches your eye is the biggest lowest widest couch you've ever seen by the TV. You mistake it for a bed at first. Near the kitchen there's a massive table as tall as your chin, convenient heights and sizes for the girls.   You remember Nina doesn't like sitting down when she eats. You've had the wallet-breaking experience of taking her out to dinner before. You can only imagine that the whole table gets fully used even if the centaur only has the one sister.   A large clomp catches your attention to your left and you see a glimpse of a large oddly-shaped bed, like a low chaise mated to a four poster. Then the door closes and you get a good look at the matriarch of the home. She's big, but not as big as her daughters. Large toned muscles bulge across her back and arms. If Nina was athletic, this woman was a true monster, probably from her work. Streaks of gray mar her black hair and familiar brown eyes drag you in, judging. She walks closer and you notice her left front leg is lame. Probably splints or arthritis.   Nina introduces you to her mother, Maria Van Harne, second generation head of Harne's Furniture.   "So you've been riding my little girl." She smashes your hand in her palm, looking you in the eye. "It's about time she brought a man home. I was afraid I'd catch her out in the workshop one day lathing a centaur widow's staff." The old mare makes a hooked finger and gives a convincing whinny, no doubt practiced. You've never heard Nina make any kind of sound like that.   "MOTHER!" Nina looks about to die from embarrassment.   Maria ignores her. "You a farrier boy? This town could use a good farrier. Lord knows I miss having my husband nail my shoes for me. These prissy modern girls don't even wear them properly. It's all show. I have to go out of town to get mine done."   You explain that you were raised around horses and knew a lot of the basics. Nothing special.   You chat for awhile and the old centaur seems to approve. You think you passed whatever test you were there for.   Maria finally says she needs to talk to Nina for a few minutes and calls Izzy to show you around the house in the meantime. The freshman almost seems too happy to drag you off. Nina watches with jealous eyes.   While touring the yard, Izzy lures you into a the dark hidden shade under an old red oak while you're preoccupied with the whole situation. Before you can react, she grabs you by the wrists and pins you to the rough bark of the ancient tree. Inexperienced lips smash against yours, and a twisted light shines from yellow eyes. "Don't struggle. You don't have a chance. You can't get at my ears when you can't even move your hands."   "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You snap.   "I hate my sister. She pretends to be a perfect ice queen." Izzy kisses your neck hard and makes sure to leave a red hickey. "But she's really a pervert that gets off on being abused and made to submit and fighting against it. I've seen how she behaves around you." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "At the park, at school. She's so very pathetic. You know she calls you Master in her sleep?"   This is bullshit, you think. No way a one ton centaur could have been spying on you. Then you remember using Nina's locator for her phone, and you think how easy it would have been to place a few buttonhole cameras around your regular spots. You think about all the times you made Nina sneak out late, but not late enough that a teenager would have been asleep.   Izzy licks your cheek. "I think one too many of Mother's speeches on perseverantia ad finem optatum and being strong and her role as future head of the family made her go a little crazy. Even so, she's still the favorite. But it will only take a little push to send her over the edge. I'm going to give her that push."   You decide to do the shameful but obvious thing and try to shout for help.   Izzy cuts you off with a headbutt to the gut and knocks the wind out of you. The tall ears tempt you to try to catch one with your teeth. When you try, she drives her crown of her head into your chin. You spit as you feel another tooth chip. Motherfucker!   Izzy shakes you against the tree a few times to quiet you down, then grasps your wrists in a single hand while she removes her hair tie. You only realize there was a zip tie hidden inside once she slips it over your wrists and binds your hands behind you.   "Just relax." She moans. "The fun is only beginning." The heat of her breath, the pounding of her primary heart as her bountiful chest presses against you, you recognize all the signs of a centaur getting seriously turned on.   That's when she makes her mistake. She tries to go in for another kiss, and you have one last card to play. When her lips are almost on you, you grab her upper lip in your teeth and bite down in an improvised lip twitch. The move smashes your teeth against hers painfully but you hold on tight. Almost immediately, you see her pupils start to dilate and her yellow eyes stare off into space. Slowly, you feel her hold slacken, but you're still hanging a good two feet off the ground. You immobilized her at least. But now you're stuck. You can't even call out.   After about twenty minutes, you hear Nina calling for the two of you. Finally, she walks around the back corner of the garden and sees the two of you together, looking for all the world like you're making out, one sided or not.   Tears well up in Nina's eyes, and for a moment you think she's going to bolt. Then you hear the tomboy crack her knuckles "Isabella Sofia Freya Van Harne, my dear sister, I'm going to break every last one of your legs for this. And I'm going to make sure you live through it to feel the excruciating pain of your mistake for the rest of your short miserable life."     Izzy finally drops you as Nina grabs her by the blouse and hauls the smaller centaur around to face her. You let go of Izzy's lip and crash to the ground, bruising your hip on a gnarled root.   "You DARE do this to me on the day I get Mother's blessing!" Nina is shaking with rage and tears. Izzy just starts to come around when Nina rolls her shoulders and cracks her fist into her sister's face. Yellow eyes fly wide as the teenager's neck snaps around.   Your tall centaur pulls her dark brown hand back for another strike with bloody knuckles. The smaller centaur's dainty hands are brushed aside as Nina pummels her with another hard right hook in the cheek. She follows up with a short steel-shoe'd kick to the shins. You wince, that could have fractured something.   "Fuck you, slut." Izzy spits. She grabs her sister's wrist and tries to respond with an unshorn kick of her own.   The ensuing spectacle reminds you of bloody old horsefighting tournaments. And you're the mating prize staked in the arena, almost being trampled underfoot. You're trapped and can't even leave the safety of your little knot in the tree as the odd hoof smashes into the timber around you. Your jaw is so sore from holding the twitch for so long, you can't even yell a command. Nina finally knocks the smaller girl over and rears up for her signature finishing strike.   "Enough horseplay fillies!" The order echoes from behind the two sisters. Both centaurs freeze.   "You're embarrassing the whole neighborhood. Get inside. NOW!" It's Maria, hobbling by the garden. Both girls instantly cower, only giving each other parting hateful looks as Izzy gets up and limps away first.   Nina bends down to help you up and bite through your bond with powerful teeth.   She leans her head over for a soft ear twitch, and you give it to her, plus a kiss and a sharp slap on the flank. "You were late."   "I know." The huge girl hugs you into her breasts, her sweat soaking into your dusty shirt. "I'm sorry."   Maria pokes her head back around "Today Nina."   Back inside, Maria directs her two daughters to stand beside each other in that same straight back parade stance you've seen Nina use on occasion.   Izzy is crying. You don't know if it's fake or not. Her left front leg is held up off the floor. "M-mother, I think she broke my cannon."   Maria looks over her daughter's bloody and swelling face, pulling her down to her level to get a good look at the teethmarks on her lip. "Stow it. Honestly, what did you think was going to happen?"   Nina allows herself a smug smirk and her mother turns to her. "What do you think you're smiling about?" Maria pulls her down to her level and slaps her across the face, hard. "You're shorn now. You could have killed her! With shoes comes the responsibilities of a lady. You're no child anymore. Will you go berserk every time some woman makes a pass at your man? You live in Little Monster City. Grow up!"   She steps back, taking both of them in her gaze. "You both bring shame to the Van Harne name. Your father, rest his soul, would weep to see his little girls behaving this way. I can't even stand to look at you."   She turns to Nina. "Go get the cart ready to take your sister to the hospital. Isabella, go grab some of my painkillers. You'll really want them if they make you wait."   Hard hands grab your shoulders to keep you behind as you go to follow Nina. Hot breath whispers in your ear. "You gotta use a firm hand with her, or she'll run roughshod all over you. She takes after her mother that way." You nod and she stops you again. "Even a mother respectful of her daughter's privacy can't help but notice her little girl admiring her first bridle in the mirror. Take good care of her, and she'll take good care of you." She smiles warmly. "And if you don't, I'll kill ya."   Maria and Izzy depart, leaving you and Nina at the house. Nina is downcast. You know she had planned this as some kind of perfect day.   After bandaging up the warhorse girl's knuckles and a few other nasty cuts, you run your hand from her toned humanoid stomach back to her withers. "Nina, we've got some time. Go grab your bridle." You order. Nina immediately perks up in just the right combination of anxiety and anticipation.   The big centaur trots off to her room and comes back a minute later. Her stacked torso bends over to your level for you to put the leather and steel contraption on her.   You slide the crown strap over her ears first, giving each a soft twitch before setting and straightening the brow band. You force the curb strap over the bottom of her chin. It's different than setting a bridle on a regular horse, but you found this way to be the most efficient for a centaur. You secure the throat strap at the back of her soft brown jaw.   You notice the stainless steel D-ring-ended bit you handmade is barely pulling at the corners of her mouth, probably from her toying with it so much. You tighten the cheekstraps to a healthy three wrinkles. Nina starts to lick and gum the bit, just the right amount of uncomfortable.   You signal her to remove her shirt before you attach the reigns. Her full brown tits strain against her familiar black Ornery Oni brand sports bra. You twitch her ear just a little hard. "You only brought the long reins. Is this what you wanted you dirty horse?"   "Ihmm sahwy." Nina tries to talk around the bit.   "Sorry isn't an answer. Yes or no is an answer." You twitch harder and Nina's breath starts to quicken.   "Yesh. I wansh ish." Nina's hands go to your pants as you attach the reins.   You stop her. Izzy is a Grade-A bitch but you did get one useful piece of info from her. "Say 'I want it master.' and say it right."   You see the massive centaur swallow hard and try very hard to enunciate, clicking her tongue for the T's. "I wantuh itsh, maztur."   You pull her head down by the reins and give her a quick kiss over bit-tight lips. "Then let's do it on the bed."   Nina looks confused. "Buh my bedsh nau big ennuf for..."   Her eyes get wide as you grab her hand and lead her to the master bedroom. The centaur gets panicky "Mozer ill kill me. Sheull kill you tshoo."   You yank on the reins and she digs her hooves into the fake turf. "I'm not asking." You imperiate.   Nina finally relents, and you walk through the heavy oak doors into a room that smells of red ceder and sawdust. The bed other than it's massive size looks fairly normal on the largest side but has a large chaise-style curl on the other. The flat side looks like it hasn't been used in a very long time.   There's an oversized dresser with a mirror and massive wardrobe. Well, it might be a chifferobe for a centaur.   Thought the red satin sheets look inviting, you do the smart thing and make Nina lay down some blanket-sized centaur towels on the bed to soak up the sweat and other evidence. You both strip down completely, a first for you. You take a second, that feels like a minute, to appreciate the terrified naked one ton girl sitting and trembling obediently on the covers awaiting your touch. Even the dark centaur can't stop looking at your own bare body with her large almond brown eyes.   Nina runs her fingers over your chest while you gently twitch her ears and go in for a kiss, stopping guiltily on the crooked lump of bone on your side. You instruct her to roll over on her back, something that's always been impossible on hard ground. For a girl who is always upright, even when she sleeps, you can see the disorientation and fear take hold as her legs stick in the air. Her perky breasts slide just so to either side of her chest and her breath speeds to the edge of hyperventilation.   You straddle her upper body and lay your erection in the valley of her breasts. She's so big you don't even have to hunch your back to kiss her while you massage her boobs and tweak hard nipples. "Your hands are rough. Your mouth is full. So let's try this, in a different way."   You guide her arms to press her warm yielding chocolate mounds together. The big centaur is so scared you're afraid she'll kick if you go down below or grab her hocks.   She folds her arms up into little cat's paws and presses you from either side, begging silently to hold your hands as you thrust into dark velvety yielding flesh. She's so soaked with sweat, you move smoothly in her cleavage, each stroke leaving behind more of your precum and lubricating your path into rich hot heaven.   You kiss Nina and intertwine your fingers in hers as your momentum builds, reassuring the jittery mare. Her big primary heart is beating so hard that it vibrates your dick and sends tremors through her mountains. You don't even have to look behind you to know Nina is dripping with desire as you titfuck the centaur on her back even harder.   Her breasts bounce and jiggle as you drive hard between her, hips slamming against firm mammaries impressive enough to outshine any set on the bustiest shortstack. You move your lips to her tall ears and she lets out a lusty moan as you bite lightly, playfully on her fuzzy cartilage.   Your own breath comes short and hot as you build toward orgasm. Nina licks your chest through her bit and begins to grind one tit against the other to vary the sensation as she reads the peak of your arousal swiftly arriving. Large calloused hands envelope your own as you cum hard between in the warhorse's titties. Your hips buck in spams as you release into the chest of the panting mare. Her tight cleavage holds every last pearly jet in a fleshy pocket until you force her arms apart and the gelatinous white lust runs in a sticky glob down the center of her fine chest and onto her abs. The centaur absently scoops up a large dollop in her fingers and tries to lick it off through her bit with effort. The girl has come a long way. You grab her reins and motion her to sit upright. You soft twitch her ear with your free hand. "Is my Nina ready for her ride?"   "Yesh mazsher. Rie me. Pleaz!" Nina swishes her tail and tries to raise her hips seductively. She rubs her hand over your slick cock, refusing to let it go soft before she gets what she wants. The dark mare doesn't even care where she is anymore. She only knows what her body tells her she needs.   You pull back on the reins, digging the bit into her smooth cheeks. She obediently stops rubbing on you and begging. You kiss her cheek. "Next time you'll have to beg for it, but today is special. This is a reward."   You place your hands on her jet black rump and see the spring of sexual anticipation wet and waiting, clitoris throbbing in time with her secondary heart. Her fluids ran all the way over her ass and even into her tail while you had her on her back. You tease her entrance, wetting your head and feeling the heat come off of her. Nina looks back at you, begging for you to get on with it.   You tighten the reins as an idea comes to you. You slip upward, to the ring of her tight ass, slick and lubricated from her own juices. Nina fidgets on the bed. She still hasn't learned to love anal. Fortunately for her, you like it enough for the both of you. Her hands dig into the covers as you push inside. The centaur's tight anus accepts you graciously even if Nina does not.   You pull on the reins for leverage as you plunge inside, causing the big horse to let go of the bed and arch her back. You wrap the reins in one hand as you gather more natural lube from her soaked pussy to smooth out the ride. Tremors wrack the centaur at your touch and she cums onto her own mother's bed, dropping bodily onto the mattress.   But you're not done yet. You continue to explore the open softness behind her muscled gate, thrusting mercilessly. The mare can't catch her breath as you slap her hindquarters, causing her to tighten up and let out a moan she tries to cover up.   Popping the reins, you direct her to move her own hips. Nina groans as her ass descends onto your lap.   The massive centaur moves a veritable wall of flesh as she rocks her rear hips back and forth, taking you from tip to base and back again. Each time her lusty hole grabs at your glans, from the dome of the tip to the crown of the corona, before working greedily down your shaft.   Every time you slap her rump or pop the reins, she gets tighter and faster. The juices of her pussy slather your balls and base, providing more lubrication to your feverish action.   Nina is finally starting to really get into it as you feel her butt slam into you hard and wing your bruised hip. Her black coat shines with sweat, and you can hear the odd primal snort when you give her an especially hard slap or a skin twitch.   Your own body is covered in a slick sheen and the reins feel slippery in your hand as your reach your limit. You grab them in both hands and yank hard. Nina bucks and struggles against the sudden pain as you bury yourself as deep as you can possibly go and release everything you have inside, propelling your sperm in a doomed mission to breed with the horse girl.   The centaur is lost in her own world as her muscle irises around your dick, and she cums again, tongue sticking through her bit and eyes staring at an imaginary sky. She slumps down and you lay together in a sweaty heap. You take off the bridle and Nina finally looks at you to hear the magic words, those words you always say when you're both finished. "I love you."   This time you follow it up with. "If I ever lay with you on a bed like this again, it will be to help continue your breed." Nina kisses you and doesn't let go, breasts pushing against your tired chest. You lay there, both smiling stupidly, smelling of sex and sin. Soon you realize that you need to cleanup and hope to god the sex smell clears.   With a large amount of laundry in the wash, you tell Nina you'll head home before the family shows back up. You only pause at the door. You give the mare a searching look. Today of all days has reminded you just how strong she is. "You're a tough horse. What really happened that first day?"   The huge centaur stares at you and fidgets. You don't go for an ear twitch. You can tell she's just trying to order her words in her mind. She looks equally unsure and ashamed.   Finally the one ton girl opens her mouth. "Perseverantia ad finem optatum, you know the family motto. Nothing is more attractive to a Van Harne than perseverance."   "I didn't even know you, but I had heard your reputation so I hated you with everyone else in the club but Prez. But no matter what I did, you just would not leave. I thought you were like a tick attached to club, sucking the blood from the rest of us." Her tone lightens a little. "Despite my efforts and everyone else's, you kept coming day after day, week after week, and you were getting better with no help from anyone."   Tears start to shine in her eyes. "It made me feel something when I saw that, and I hated myself for it. It made me hate you even more. I think Prez sensed that, because she'd tease me mercilessly whenever you were brought up." Nina laughs halfheartedly.   The huge girl really starts to bawl now. "That day I saw you, I knew I needed to drive you off once and for all. So I broke your bow and I tried to crush your spirit. I never expected you to fight back the way you did."   Snot runs down the centaur's elegant face and she stifles a cry. "I'd never felt so helpless in my life as when you grabbed my ear. Not even Mother had punished me like that before. Then when you had me at your mercy, instead of beating on me up or hurting me, you looked at me like a woman. No man had ever shown interest in an oversized tomboy like me and here you were making me please you like it was the most natural thing in the world. It scared me but at the same time it made me just a little happy. When it was all over. I didn't know what to do anymore. So I did nothing."   Her eyes glaze over and you can almost see the memories playing inside her head.   Nina is looking past you at some imaginary point now. "And you know it got to be wonderful, to have times with no responsibility, no immediate future to worry about, where I only had to do as my master told me and everything would be alright. No matter how humiliating or painful, he would always say at the end, 'I love you'."   Nina finally dries her face. "Have you ever hear the story of the Tinkerer and the Centaur? It's an old favorite, though you don't hear it told much anymore." _________________ A centaur meets a traveling tinkerer on the road to the city.   "I have no bow, but I must hunt. For my father has fallen ill, and can no longer feed my family." The centaur says.   "I think I have something, in just your size." The young tinkerer tells her. He gives her a bow and asks no payment in return, only the promise she will repay him one day if she gets the chance. The centaur girl leaves happily.   Years later the centaur meets the tinkerer again in the city. "I have no shoes, and the streets are hard." The centaur says.   "I think I have something, in just your size." The young tinkerer responds. Once again, the centaur leaves happily with her new shoes.   Later, the king calls for a campaign and the centaur seeks out the tinkerer.   "Kind tinkerer, I have no armor and I must go to war." The centaur begs.   "I think I have something, in just your size." The young tinkerer tells her for the third time. She begins to suspect the man must be magic as she leaves in perfectly-fitted plate.   Years later, the centaur finds the tinkerer again. She places her wages on his table to pay for all of his previous gifts. "Kind tinkerer, I have returned from war and I have no man to love."   The tinkerer only smiles and shrugs "I have only my heart, and I gave that to you long ago."   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love Nina END ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Extra scene -----------------------------------------------------------------------------   You continue to train Nina off and on.   It must be rare to have a centaur with an amateur farrier who knows how to twitch her nerves just right to flood her body with endorphins every time you fuck. Each time you hold back.   She becomes even more responsive and willing. You dare say she's really starting to look forward to her punishments.   She barely even utters a word of complaint when you order her to the roof during the middle of the school day.   It's hard for a one ton girl to sneak around the school during class, but she shows up breathless only five minutes late.   "You're late." You say strictly. "You know what that means." You bend the riding crop in your hands.   "I came as fast as I could Anon." Nina clops over to you and tilts her head for an ear twitch.   You refuse her, and strike her withers with the crop. "You won't be cumming at all."   "Please Anon, don't be like that. It feels good inside me doesn't it?" She starts her begging routine. But you know there's still pride in there. She's just switched to trying to manipulate you into giving her what she wants. She hasn't given in totally.   "It feels like a horse." You glower. "Why should I take the risk of coming out here to fuck a woman who's no better than a common nag? One who can't even be on time?"   The centaur gets on her knees and starts undoing your pants. "I'll make it up to you. I'll make you feel so good. You'll see." Slamming your pants down with unbridled eagerness, she engulfs your dick in her mouth and works it hard. She smiles when she has to come up for air. "I've gotten better right? I can even use my boobs now."   She pours her love into it and you are quickly brought to the brink. Alabaster squirts between her dark lips and plasters her throat. She swallows dutifully.   Turning around, Nina lifts her skirt and swishes her tail "Ass or pussy, just please give me something."   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Epilogue ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You muddle through the rest of your schooling, the bullying never really stops but it's all more bearable now. You spend more time at Nina's house than your own, and her family is kind, even if Izzy still creeps on the both of you. You find some cracked doors that were closed when you started having some fun.   After you graduate, with a loan from Nina's mother, Maria, you open a farrier business for centaurs in Little Monster City. There's a few "specialty" items in the back for those that know to ask and you do well enough.   You marry Nina in a simple ceremony without much pomp. All the Van Harnes in Little Monster City show up anyway and you're almost crushed by the amount of giant dark centaurs dancing and wishing you well. You cut off ties with your own miserable household long ago when your father lost the last of his sanity to his horrible wife. Maria's gift was a handmade bed with a note attached 'You kids needed to get your own.'   In less than a years time, you have one daughter named Maria, after her grandmother. When the girl is born, she's so tall, she almost reaches your chest. You think she might grow up to be even bigger than her mother someday.   And every Friday, even when you're old and gray, you take your Nina for a ride.