A/N: Apologies for the delay on this one~ Meant to have it out last week, but due to being busy dealing with the influx of requests and such didn't have the time needed to work on it. Heck, just barely got this one finished for today.

That said, do enjoy~

The Haar

Chapter 23: Repulse, Renown, Centaur

The forest was quiet. Too quiet.

It was a sentiment shared by many others in the fleet at the moment; murmurs echoing around as they wondered where all the monsters had gone. Thus far they'd been attacked in disorganised waves or sieged by packs of monsters, but now their enemies seemed to have given up and left them alone. Except, that wasn't quite the case. Thanks to their planes they could spy a few packs of monsters through the canopies, darting and dashing about, but none drew near. They stuck close like packs of prowling wolves, but not attacking. Waiting for a moment of weakness.

Repulse was unnerved by it. Not that she let it show; keeping a chipper expression on her face as she scanned the trees around them, looking out for any monsters hiding behind them. She didn't find any thankfully, not that she really expected to – the Destroyers screening slightly further out would've noticed, but it never hurt to be careful. Destroyers could always mess up from time to time and there was no telling if there was a monster out there capable of sneaking past them, like with invisibility or perhaps just sheer speed.

It was a concern prominent in her mind as she marched near the front of the fleet, with Renown by her side. The pair, being Battlecruisers, were more suited to frontline action than the carriers who stuck to the rear, and in a better position to lend fire support should another attack come.

Motion in her periphery disturbed her train of thought, and a light smile curled at Repulse's lips as she found Arizona and Pennsylvania coming up behind them – the latter speaking. ''See anything?''

''Thankfully not.'' Renown answered for her, sword drawn in anticipation regardless. ''Though...''

Pennsylvania quirked a brow. ''Though?''

''...no, it's nothing.'' The blonde shook her head, frowning up at the sky. ''I just feel like I'm being watched, is all.''

''I kinda felt the same.'' Repulse admitted, looking at the other two.

The two Eagle Union girls looked between the two but shook their heads, signalling they didn't feel anything amiss – but Repulse had keen eyes. Arizona hesitated for a second.

'...hm, odd.' But she pushed it from her mind, deciding to reflect on it later.

Just in time too as she caught motion in the corner of her eye. Whipping her head to the left she spied only a hint of silver before whatever it was disappeared behind the tree. Frowning she signalled to the others to slow and approached alone, right hand squeezing her blade's hilt... but when she turned the corner, there was nothing there.

'Eh? I swore I saw something here...' Then again whatever it had been was so brief she couldn't even name what she saw. 'Maybe a trick of the light...?'

She wasn't sure, and unfortunately no information was forthcoming, so she sighed. ''False alarm! Doesn't seem to be any-''

Repulse was interrupted, however, by shouting near the front of the fleet. Frantic and startled, fast rising into shrieks – too alarmed to be a warning. They'd been taken off-guard.

''Combat positions!'' Pennsylvania barked out with an authority that compelled Repulse to obey.

And obey she did, darting back to Renown's side just as their vanguard fell back towards them, the Destroyers cut in places and one or two absent entirely, the few Werewolves pursuing them dying under a volley of cruiser fire. The reason for their retreat revealed itself as the sound of a thousand footfalls thundered towards them, rattling the trees around them and fuelling the unease swimming about in Repulse's gut.

There was so many more than before.

She gripped her sword and readied her rigging, glancing behind herself. The other heavy-hitters had come to the front and in the back she could see Impero on the radio, eyes hard as she launched planes at the same time. Probably calling in airstrikes. It'd take a minute or two for them to get here though, hopefully less if there was any squadrons circling nearby.

''Standard rotation.'' Pennsylvania called out and none deigned to interrupt her. ''Repulse you start, then next person in line. Ripple fire your shells and don't leave any openings for them to get through! Understood?!''

Those with the courage responded an affirmative whilst the rest merely remained grimly silent; Repulse herself included. She glanced worriedly to her exposed left flank, but several cruisers were already moving up to protect it. If the horde became too much they as a whole would move back, not allowing the monsters to encircle them. Thus far the strategy had worked out, not least because the monsters only had the sense to charge at the first thing they saw; only the smartest knew how to flank, the rest just either didn't bother, or were too feral to think that far ahead.

Such thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind, however, as the horde neared. Then in the next second they burst through the dense forestry ahead, a pack of Direwolves running side-to-side with Werewolves, the beast-kin keeping pace with one another as they barrelled towards the fleet. Behind them, running on all fours came Lizardmen and Beastmen, neither so much as glancing at one another.

But Repulse didn't stop to question. She didn't stop to be surprised.

She just pulled the trigger.

Nary a second later her guns opened fire – a loud blast erupting across the dirt not thirty feet ahead of her, followed by another shell, then another and another – firing her guns one at a time. At the same moment the escorts in front of her opened fire too, an ear-piercing rattle of main guns and even anti-air guns opening up into the coming horde, forming a veritable wall of lead that blew apart trees and carved a soot-laden gash through the forest ahead of them, any monster close enough to be caught finding themselves reduced to fine red paste.

The moment her guns ran dry the next person in line – Renown – took over, timing her shells with effortless grace and then passing the baton along to Arizona, then to Pennsylvania, and so on. The moment she reloaded Repulse fired once more, and the cycle continued; not a single monster breaching their wall of lead as they systematically cut down the horde of suicidal monsters. Though their numbers were far greater than all other attacks, they fell for the same trick the others did.

Or at least, they should've.

Because out of nowhere the cruisers on her left screamed, the sound barely audible over the deafening ripple-fire of her own cannons – and shock gripped her heart as Centaurs broke through their left flank. Standing nearly twice her height and with the torso of a pale man but the lower half of a horse they were intimidating, but most importantly fast. Like historical cavalry they broke through their left flank with such speed Repulse barely had the time to turn – and the air was knocked out of her as it rammed into her, its sheer momentum sending her onto her back and trampling her with its rear hoof before it kept on going, shoving aside any Battleships not fast enough to dodge out of the way.

An identical calvary charge came from the right side, their approach muted by the heavy gunfire and leaving the defenders only a few seconds to register their coming before they broke through the cruisers guiding their flanks. Those faster on the draw were quick to retaliate; Littorio herself whipping around and firing a fresh salvo into an approaching Centaur, blasting both it and the one behind it to mist.

Repulse scrambled to her feet, spotting another coming – but then Renown was in front of her, yelling as she slashed out with her sword and lopped off both the front legs of the beast. It fell without them, yowling something inhuman, but someone else blasted its head off. Compared to the others it wasn't nearly as durable, but its speed was superior to even that of a real horse. Weak when intercepted... but good at breaking up defensive lines when used correctly.

But why would a mere monster aid its fellows in breaking up their lines, when previously they seemed content to fight amongst themselves? Why show such coordination now, when not before?

What changed?

Such thoughts, alas, were without answers.

''Repulse!'' Renown grabbed her then and hauled her up. ''Fall back!''

Repulse didn't question her sister-ship and did as she was told, reloading her guns and firing a salvo over her peers and into the coming horde. Now that their firing line had been rent into disarray the monsters had broken through, the escorts at the front hurrying to get away – but one, Comet, was too late; wailing as a Werewolf grabbed her and dragged her away into the bushes. The bush was blown up a second later, but both the wolf and the Destroyer were gone by then.

The brunette Battlecruiser felt her heart clench but knew better than to rush in to help. Instead she ran back towards the carriers, spotting another Centaur coming up behind her – and so with a yell she lashed out. Her blade cut into its side and ripped open a nasty gash across its side, causing it to stumble and soon fall with a yowl. She didn't stop to kill it though, leaving the ruthless beheading to Renown who followed only a few steps behind her; both of them coming to a stop near the front of the main fleet.

Screams though made her jerk her head back, alarm filling her as she watched Crescent and Cygnet be picked up by Gremlins and lifted off into the sky, flailing as they tried to get free. Crescent managed to jam their gun barrel into the jaw of the beast and kill it, but Cygnet was much less fortunate and disappeared into the canopy, screams fading as the sound of shellfire overtook it.

More Gremlins descended but the escorts were more prepared, firing up and nailing a chunk of the smaller monsters out of the sky – but in doing so, further weakened the barrages against the horde as their attention was divided even further. Bombs rained down from the carrier's dive bombers but they could only thin the horde so much, especially now as the monsters spread out further, forcing the Ship-Girls themselves to widen their line lest they be encircled.

Which was exactly when the Centaurs came charging back once more. This time they sprinted straight through the middle, other monsters parting way for them or even seeming to leap to their defence – and then they ran straight through their faltering defensive line.

Littorio was unfortunate enough to be hit, grunting harshly as she was sent tumbling, but the Centaurs kept moving, aiming for the carriers in the rear.

Alas Repulse was in no position to aid them as a trio of Werewolves came for her. Renown leapt in front of her, blasting them to pieces, but a Direwolf came in from the right. Repulse darted forth and stabbed the creature through the jaw, killing it instantly, and Renown sliced through the two Gremlins attempting to dive-bomb them. Together the sister-ships worked in perfect harmony, their blades carving through any foe foolish enough to get in their way whilst their cannons blasted holes in the horde, preventing them from being overwhelmed.

Until the thrice-damned Centaur came back once more. One of them leapt over the corpses of its fellows and grabbed Repulse by the scruff of her capelet, eliciting a yelp from the Battlecruiser as it hauled her easily two dozen feet away before she finally managed to slice its arm off, dropping her to the ground in an ungraceful roll. The beast ran off but her attention was more on her sister, running back towards her and firing her cannons as she did so, buying Renown time to fall back.

''Quick, we need to- ah!''

Repulse's startled cry rung out as a Werewolf, having slipped into her blind spot, leapt and tackled the brunette to the ground. She scrambled to stab it but the beast pinned that arm down, a claw digging into her wrist and forcing her to drop her weapon. It did, however, give her the chance to throw the beast off to the side – but the wolfish creature was faster, leaping and latching onto her rigging, its claws raking through the metal with frightening ease.

Renown sought to aid her sister but before she could an identical Werewolf leapt on her from behind, its considerable weight pushing her down onto her stomach. Grunting as she fought against it, flipping her sword around and stabbing it in the stomach, but despite howling from the wound the beast continued raking its claws through her rigging, rending metal as if it were wet paper and swiftly leaving Renown with only her blade.

A blade she used to behead the beast in one swift stroke, shoving its now-headless corpse off of her. However by now the horde was upon her, many monsters simply running past her as they sought more prey – but one Werewolf leapt at her. She swung at it but to her surprise it actually had the sense to dodge, evading her follow-up strikes too, albeit by the narrowest of margins.

Then when she least expected it the beast lunged – and bit into her wrist.

Gritting her teeth Renown refused to let go of her weapon, tugging and yanking – when Repulse cried out from behind her.

Instinct made her look back, spying Repulse on the ground, naked – the remains of her clothes shredded around her.

Her lapse in focus was ruthlessly capitalised on and the next thing Renown knew her weapon was forcibly ripped out of her hand and thrown aside, lost amidst the trampling footfalls of the monsters. A jolt of fear wriggled its way into her heart but Renown quashed it, releasing a yell as she charged with a fist cocked back.

She never got to use it as a second Werewolf tackled her from the side, knocking the wind out of her. She hit the grass with a gasp and the Werewolf eagerly ripped into her clothes, claws raking down her collarbone and between her breasts, cutting into her flesh enough to draw blood but no deeper – but her clothes were given no such mercy, cut cleanly in twain. As was her skirt, her panties cut alongside it and leaving Renown clad in naught but her thigh-highs, her newfound nudity bringing a dark blush to her face.

''B-Back!'' Renown grunted out, kicking, but the Werewolf caught her limb with a sinister sneer.

It grabbed her other leg too, lifting both up and pressing them over herself, much to her alarm. The reason why becoming apparent as its erect cock dragged along her bare pussy lips – and a sharp cry fled her thought as the beast penetrated her. The suddenness of it dulled the pain for only a moment before it hit, a wince marring her usually-stoic visage as she felt the wolf's sizeable shaft bury itself deep within her formerly-virgin cunt.

Then it drew back – and the air was once more knocked out of as it slammed back into her. With her own legs pressing down on top of her it was hard to refill her lungs, her struggles unceasing even as she was shamefully mating-pressed into the dirt, the beast's weight keeping her pinned as it had its vile way with her. The sensation of having her insides ruined by its bestial dick was arguably

Repulse, laying a mere few feet away, found herself suffering the same fate – her high-pitched cry ringing out as the Werewolf shoved its meaty cock into her virgin hole, stuffing her to the brim on the very first thrust. She flailed but found herself rendered helpless by the furry beast, and when she dared reach out towards Renown the beast pinned her arm down with one of its large hands, its other keeping her right thigh pressed down on top of her.

''H-Hey! Hnf- get off- hnng!'' Repulse's cry withered into a wheeze as its tip pushed against her cervix, its balls resting against her ass as it so deeply filled her.

The beast howled in delight above her, tail wagging as it plundered her pussy, mating with her like it had waited its whole life just for this moment – and acted with that sentiment in mind. It cared not for her protests nor her feeble struggles but simply rutted her into the dirt, its snout brushing her face before it reared its canine head back, howling with delight as its swelling cock stuffed her tight sex, its knot pushing and pressing against her opening.

Repulse felt it but didn't give it much thought, the pain of having the beast inside of her and her struggles taking precedence in her mind – until the knot pressed firmly against her, and she realised what it was.

A split-second before the knot penetrated her, forcing itself into her formerly-virgin cunt. Instantly Repulse wheezed, the air fucked from her lungs and leaving her wide-eyed as the Werewolf knotted her, the ring of flesh stretching her pussy out and preventing it from pulling out – even should it die, it would now remain attached to her, ensuring its seed would reach her womb no matter what. A fact Repulse seemed at least subconsciously cognizant of, her struggles weakening briefly before she seemed to find some strength yet left in her; pushing and shoving at the beast's head.

Up until it bit her hand. With a yelp she withdrew her hand, cowed, but still continued to try and shove its chest away from her own – not that it would do her any good. The knot was firmly in place. Her fate as its mate was as sealed as the knot in her pussy.

Renown on the other had fought with much more vigour. Despite being mating-pressed into the grass the blonde knight feverishly fought back, multiple bite marks on her hands yet not stopping her from trying to punch the wolfish beast in the face – but she was no closer to escape than her sister. She was just more stubborn; ignoring the feeling of the beast's knot forcing itself into her womanhood, raking her tender walls as it pistoned in-and-out of her unwilling hole.

''Hnf-! F-Foul beast...!'' Renown gasped back, attempting to punch.

Only for her arms to be grabbed as the beast pinned her down. Renown sought to resist further but the beast suddenly sped up its thrusts, fucking a gasp out of the blonde as her expression twisted – intimately feeling its large, swollen shaft ram up against her cervix, battering her deepest parts like a battering ram and churning her insides with its knot, forcing her to feel a pleasure she refused to accept, her mind white for a brief second-

And then the Werewolf came. Snarling it slammed down into her abused cunt and let loose a torrent of virile cum, forcing a cry out of Renown as she was bred. Its thick, viscous seed filled every crease and crevice of her insides, a spasm jolting through her and making her throw her head back, gasping as her womb was pumped full of the beast's puppy batter. Her toes curled, her fists clenched, her lungs refused to work.

'It... inside of me...'

She was snapped harshly from her thoughts though as Repulse wailed then; bringing Renown's gaze over to her younger sister. A sister who wailed and thrashed, in the throes of imminent impregnation – until the beast above her pressed down one final time, howling as it no doubt released its seed within her. Even from the side Renown could see how its engorged balls throbbed in tandem with its shaft, pumping its semen deep into her defenceless and crying sister-ship.

It felt like a full minute passed before the Werewolf finally finished cumming inside of her sister, and for a brief, perhaps foolish moment, Renown hoped they were finished with them.

Only for such hopes to perish as the Werewolf holding her suddenly gripped her hips and stood up. Her head and shoulders were left on the dirt but her hips were hauled up as the furred beast stood – and a startled cry jolted from her lips as it sudden got a second wind, pounding her aching pussy raw. The knot within her prevented it from pulling out too far though and caused it to roughly pull on her insides, fucking cries past Renown's parted lips.

A mere few feet away Repulse found herself shoved against the tree, gasping first in pain – and then in surprise as the Werewolf began to ram into her once more. It shoved her against the hard bark of the tree and slammed into her tight cunt, its knot plugging her hole and preventing any of its semen from leaking out, making every thrust slosh its cum about her pussy. The sensation was one Repulse acutely felt, spasming and feebly fighting back against the monster's hold; failing to escape its grip regardless.

''Nn! S-Someone...!'' Repulse fruitlessly gasped out, knowing deep in her heart nobody would come to save them, but trying regardless.

Renown on the other hand merely gasped and groaned, eyes screwed tightly shut as the monster grabbed her hips and twisted her around so she was facing the ground – and in the process forced her to feel its meaty knot churn up her insides as she was turned. The moment she was hanging forth the beast went back to ploughing her unwilling cunt, the harsh slaps of flesh hardly muted by its fur and her cries coming out in sharper intonations each time, a shameful sliver of pleasure teasing her groin.

'No, I can't... not to this beast, this monster...!'

But her body had betrayed her. No matter how much she rebelled, how much she cried her disgust, it felt good. The churning tug of its knot, the fullness of its cock as it slammed into her aching womanhood, the forcefulness with which it treated her – it all tapped into some previously-unknown kink of hers and made Renown senseless, her mouth ajar at first before hanging open agape, weak moans fucked from her throat as she surrendered to the pleasure-giving knot.

Repulse saw it. She saw the moment her blonde sister gave in, heard the first moan of pleasure, timid as it was, pass her lips. And she hated it. She cried out to her sister, reaching out, but Renown didn't hear her – couldn't hear her over the clamour of the monsters around them. Nor could she even really hear what Renown moaned to herself, her ears filled with a thousand footsteps and the sound of her ass being clapped; the beast behind her forcing itself into her sex with growing vigour. Telling of the next load to come.

''Nn, n-no! L-Let go of her at least!'' Repulse tried bargaining – to no avail. The monster didn't even appear to hear her.

Struggling was useless. Pleading was useless.

Resistance was useless.

And so with eyes screwed shut Repulse just endured. She refused to give in but some small part of her already had, her body crushed up against the tree as the bestial wolf-man had its way with her, raping her raw until it eventually flooded her unwilling womb with its puppy-batter, her legs jolting and spasming under her as she was impregnated.

Feet away Renown too faced the same fate, but welcomed it with a dumb, dull moan, her mind sundered by the dick spearing between her lips.

The knots within them keeping the seed deep within them.

X-x-X

The Centaurs, acting like cavalry, broke up the ranks of Ship-Girls.

Those that did not fall to the monsters themselves were quick to retreat and regroup, unable to stop and save many of their allies, especially their escorts, as they simply couldn't kill their foes fast enough.

Centaur, Light Aircraft Carrier of the Royal Navy, tried her best to aid their fellows. She'd recalled her planes back in time to aid with the defence but the monsters came in so fast. The Centaur monsters in particular were far too quick for her to effectively combat – the thick canopy of the forest made ground-spotting tricky at the best of the times, a fact somewhat remedied due to the ongoing battle destroying it, but the Centaurs were so quick they covered any open ground in seconds. Far too quick for her bombers to notice, line up and bomb before they were gone.

The monsters themselves, once they had broken up their defensive lines, also sought her and the other carriers out. She noticed the shift quickly, how they all, from various positions, made a beeline straight for them. But surely that wasn't right – how could they know where they were, and more pressingly know they were important? They were animals, beast of a foreign nature, but even intelligent beasts would struggle to see them as the real danger. After all why would they, the people standing in the rear with seemingly limited weapons, pose more of a threat than the Battleships with the big guns actively shooting them?

Yet all her ruminations meant little when the Centaur came barrelling past, charging down several of their carriers and picking up one or two even, throwing them back through a combination of arm strength and sheer momentum.

When faced with such an offensive, without escorts or support, retreat was the only viable option.

Alas, the monsters were not keen on giving her any.

''Ah!''

Centaur cried out as the Centaur grabbed her by the neck, its humanoid hand inordinately large as it yanked her off of her feet, carrying her through the forest at what must be near forty miles an hour, her blonde hair fluttering in her face as she tried to remove the beast's hold.

She needn't have tried as it suddenly let her go, and with a startled gasp Centaur hit the ground, her momentum carrying her across the forest floor as she tumbled and rolled over grass and through bushes until hitting a tree – knocking the air out of her. For a moment she couldn't breathe, her lungs seizing up as she tried and failed to get more oxygen into them, her breaths coming out as little more than wheezes.

The sound of heavy hooves trundling back around made her tense, and by some divine mercy her breath came back to her. Scrambling to her feet Centaur looked around for a way back to the others, her bow rigging already destroyed by a previous attack and leaving her virtually defenceless. Alas her moment of reprieve lasted only a few more seconds before the Centaur suddenly burst out of the bushes on her right.

And then kicked her in the stomach. The air, freshly settled in her lungs, was expelled as she was sent flying back into a large boulder. Gasping Centaur managed to not be winded this time and scrambled for purchase on the rock, twisting around and grabbing onto the top of it – with it only as high as her waist she could climb over it and use it as cover-!

A prospect denied as two hooves planted themselves down on her shoulders, pinning her down – and nearly breaking her shoulders in the process.

''A-Aghh...!'' Centaur cried out, her expression contorted into a wince. ''M-Mystical spirit, please, take mercy upon me...!''

It was a plea to the forest beast, from an elf to the man-beast, but a plea that went cruelly ignored.

Something Centaur realised as a thick phallus tip brushed against her ass cheek, sending a cold shiver up her spine. Her eyes widened in fear and her pupils constricted, her gaze peering up at the beast and shaking her head, wordlessly pleading not to defile her as her kin had been – her fear only growing as the tip pressed against her panty-clad crotch, the thickness of its tip evident as it pressed onto her clothed lips.

Yet she couldn't struggle; she'd soon break her bones than escape the Centaur, its hooves keeping her trapped in a bent-over position. Her hands still clutched and clawed at the boulder, frantically looking for something to use even as the pressure grew, the Centaur slowly sinking its hips forwards and pushing the head of its horse cock against her underwear, straining the fabric more and more, threatening, terrifying-

-until at last the material gave way, and its cock slammed into her virgin cunt.

''HYAAAA!'' Came Centaur's agonised shriek as she was so suddenly, brutally deflowered.

Her mind practically went white, momentarily passing out from the pain of having something so thick jam into her womanhood, ripping through her hymen and bashing up against her cervix in a single powerful thrust, like a lance up her crotch. Yet the Centaur beast was not content with just that and reared its hips back, pulling a pained wail out of Centaur as she felt it stir up her tenderised pussy – before ruthlessly it slammed back in, its cock-head pressing against her cervix to the point it felt like it'd penetrate that part of her too.

A desire the man-beast had, clearly. With a gruff grunt more like a horse's snort than anything human the Centaur kept jamming itself into her, every thrust stretching Centaur to her limits and fracturing her mind – agonised noises escaping her as she wasn't just raped but broken by the large cock stuffing her. The potent force behind every thrust pushed her against the rock and dragged her breasts along the top of the stone, her clothes doing nothing to stifle the rough graze on her flesh nor stop her thin legs from quaking under her, and had it not been for her impalement she no doubt would've collapsed outright from the pain in her groin.

The pain of which only grew as the Centaur slammed into her, stuffing her formerly-virginal pussy, the thick tip bashing her cervix, forcing, pressing-!

Until finally it penetrated that part of her too.

Centaur screamed. A terrible scream coupled with a voice crack as her innermost sanctum was breached, and the lengthy horse cock slammed up her birth canal, hitting the deepest parts of her womb. It was too much. She wailed incoherently as the massive cock ruined her, plunging between her stained-crimson petals as it churned up her insides, its sheer girth causing her to have a potent bulge up her groin, so engorged it looked like the Centaur's shaft was about to burst out of her.

The monster yowled in delight, and the pressure on her shoulders increased to the point her mind went white with the pain, her jaw limp as she simply stopped thinking. She only felt – be it the monster-sized cock ruining her insides and turning her into mush to the pressure on her shoulders that made her bones creak, she was left in a hell where she could only feel the terrible things being done to her, her body little more than a breeding tool for the horse on top of her.

The pounding shook her bones and for a dim moment she wondered if it was going to penetrate her stomach too, to fuck her all the way up to her throat, but in some twisted mercy it didn't – reaching no further than her pelvis as it fucked her senseless. Her groin bruised and ached as it was stretched out to inhuman levels, her durability as a Ship-Girl the only reason her insides were outright turned to mush by its powerful cock, her mind being the only thing to truly break from the non-stop, thunderous thrusts-!

And then like a gunshot the Centaur creampied her. It yowled and Centaur made a strangled, wheezing cry in return, convulsing as an explosion of semen erupted inside of her, filling her womb to bloating poind and overflowing from her opening in liberal quantities in moments. Her groin bulged to painful degrees, every throb of the horse cock acutely felt as it bred her, treating her more like an uncooperative mare than a woman.

Until at last, a small eternity later, it pulled out.

The moment it did so a literal waterfall of cum spilled out of Centaur, her vagina unable to hold it all and causing it to ooze out and form a thick, viscous puddle between her quaking legs, the fluid tinted pink by her defilement.

Centaur for her part, however, offered no reply. She just stared off into the forest, her mind broken.

After some time the Centaur removed its hooves from her shoulders, and without it Centaur collapsed into a heap in the puddle of the Centaur's expelled fluids, eyes dulled and her stare a thousand yards long. Yet, she still took note of the Centaur that trudged away, seemingly proud of its accomplishment.

'...is it... over?'

No. It never would be, she realised.

Staring at the pack of Werewolves, Gremlins and Lizardmen that crept in through the bushes, hissing and growling in delight at the vulnerable elf laid broken before them.

''N-No...'' Centaur whimpered, fresh, if small tears leaking from her eyes. ''No more, please...''

Her pleas, once more, fell on deaf ears.

And Centaur could only wail as she was claimed once more, her body a mere tool for the monsters eager to lay their seed within her, forcing her into motherhood.

[END]

A/N: I guess Centaur isn't horsing around, eh? Eh~?

Terrible puns aside, I wonder why the monsters acted so strangely, hm hm~

See you next time in Chapter 24: Arizona and Pennsylvania~