*NEW UPDATE: The original story has grown too large to be contained in a single paste. Start here, then find the links to the separate routes at the bottom of the page. Vengeance continues!

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School has been hell since Dad moved to Little Monster City with his Succuslut of a new wife and took you with him. You enrolled at an expensive private coed monster school, where the girls all see you as below their standards. They took pointers from the rare female human students on how worthy you were in the sexual foodchain.

Those spiteful queens found you wanting on your first day, and made sure to destroy your reputation from the get go. Terrible rumors were spread about you and the shy catgirl in class, the only one that didn't treat you like shit.

By the end of your first semester she moved away, and you were left with the sharks. The teachers ignore you. The students despise you. You barely even go home to see the gaunt cuckholded wretch your stepmother has turned your father into.

It's your second year now, and the only peace you get is at the archery club. Even there you make sure to attend on off-hours. That's where the final straw comes, today.

You grin as the target arrow makes a satisfying thump in the bullseye. Three out of five and two in first ring at fifty yards, your grouping has improved a lot. You've sure put the practice in to earn it.

"Hey Anon! Take your kiddie 80 pound draw recurve and get lost. This range is for real archers!"

You know that voice. It's that bitch VP of the club, the tall dark centaur Nina. She canters up in her loose t-shirt and tight gym shorts covering only her flanks. Her oversized longbow and quiver are held loose in her hand.

"Didn't you hear me? Scram!" She spits.

You unstring your bow and stammer that you just need to retrieve your target arrows. They're yours since the club wouldn't loan you equipment.

"So what? You're going to lose a lot more than your arrows if you don't beat it." Nina, leans over, black ponytail spilling over her shoulder. She places a hand on your bow and gets up in your face.

You can't help but cry out as she snatches the old bow from your hands with her superior strength. Brown eyes set in caramel skin look down on you with contemptuous joy as she tosses it to the ground and places a manicured hoof on the grip.

You stutter that you'll leave right away, just please give your bow back.

You hear a cracking sound as she breaks the back of the bow and your spirit. The tears won't even come. You learned not to cry at this sort of thing a long time ago.

Nina lords over you and smirks. "You should thank me. I did you a favor. That bow was a piece of shit and you will never be good enough to practice with the rest of us anyway."

Her face is inches from yours. "Well thank me. I want to hear it."

That is it. That's the moment when you snap. You remember your equestrian training as a child. You used to help your father break horses, and an idea comes to you. This bitch is half horse, maybe you can make her submit like a nasty one. What do you have to lose?

You grab her ear and you tweak it HARD.

The ear twitch is one of the oldest methods of making a horse submit, and it works like a goodamn charm on the belligerent centaur. Her face contorts with pain and she drops to her knees.

She can't even scream as you twist harder. If she's anything like a spirited colt, you know how far you can push it before you cause nerve damage. If not, then fuck her.

Tears well up in her eyes as she twists her head with the torque as much as she can.

"Apologize!" Your voice carries in quiet anger.

Her ragged breath is the only sound your hear in return.

"I said APOLOGIZE!" You dig your nails into the black fuzz. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." The big warhorse of a centaur croaks.

"Louder! Like you mean it!" You demand.

"I'M SORRY!" She tries to scream and can't muster the breath.

"Pathetic, twenty-five hands tall and here you are crying like a colt being halter-broken." You tell her. "You're barn sour, spoiled rotten. I'm going to help you fix that."

Nina sits down heavily, her torso leaning against you, massive chocolate breasts pressing against you through her sports bra and shirt. That's when the gears in your head get to turning.

How will you keep from getting expelled? How will this not make things worse? You decide you need something that will let you take her down with you. The light goes on in your head. You think it might be cliche, but it should work. No self-respecting monster could go to the police for rape, and the students would turn on her if they ever got wind of this weakness.

You tell Nina to open her mouth. Her eyes widen with fright as she see you undoing your fly with your free hand.

"No, not like this. Shit! Not with you. You fucking scum." She cries helplessly.

You tell her that she's about to find out just how wrong the rumors of you being small and impotent really are. She shies away from your dick, quickly hardening to a stiff salute.

"Now be a good girl and don't make me use a lip twitch too. Lick it."

A little more painful persuasion and the dark centaur begins to tentatively lick your head. She only stops when she sees you pull out your phone.

Nina doesn't even say anything, she just starts crying harder.

"Go on." You prod her on. The power, the control is exhilarating. This haughty cunt crying on your dick. There's something to be said about making someone you hate suffer. You might feel guilty if this was another girl like the Prez or any number of indifferent girls but Nina has been a sharp thorn in your ass since you moved here.

The phone clicks as you take a number of pictures. You briefly consider mailing them around then decide against it. Save that card for when you need to play it.

The rotten centaur starts to get more into her task, sucking on your head gently when you pull her head closer. You dial down the pain a bit to encourage her. Though you're leery of her teeth, you can read her facial muscles well enough to stop her if she tries anything. That's if you don't lose yourself in the pleasure.

Nina's massive chest bumps against you as she swallows more of your rod, getting into a rhythm. It's your first blowjob and you're quickly reaching climax. Your hips buck as you jet hot pearly globs into her mouth and all over her face.

The centaur looks surprised but not disgusted. She looks about to spit and you stop her.

"Swallow." You order.

You don't even have to twitch her ear to make her nod. She swallows with an effort, didn't look like she's had much practice.

You look around. While there shouldn't be anyone here at this time, you've probably pushed your luck as far as it will go today.

You demand her number and check that her cellphone receives your call.

Nina just sits there in shock when you tell her you will call her again later if you need her. You kiss her with nothing but lust and hate.

"What about the pictures?" Who knew Nina could speak in a meek voice?

"Nothing to worry about." She cowers under your evil grin.

The next few days pass normally enough. You get beaten up by the tall cyclops girl with an inferiority complex. That bitch just has to bully the one guy who takes all the heat off of her as class punching bag. Your clothes are stolen by the sorry-ass chesire twins during gym. The viper lamia trips you then feigns injury. The salamander burns your homework in full view of the homeroom teacher. You come home to no less than two gangbangs with Succuslut at the center. And you keep your head down and bear it. Because now things are going to change. Now you have a plan. You stock up on a few of the supplies you'll need.

You haven't seen Nina since she's a year ahead but you know she's been going to school. You've overheard the Prez talking about how she seemed a little off, distant.

Friday you call the centaur. It rings so long you think it will go to voicemail when a quiet voice on the other end picks up. "What do you want?"

"If you have any weekend plans, ditch them. Meet me at the school archery range after the last bell. You're Vice President. I know you have a key." You command.

Soft sobbing comes over the line.

"Well answer me!" You demand.

"I'll-I'll be there." She says before hanging up.

She's waiting for you when you get to the indoor range with your bag of goodies. Your heart skips a beat when you see her holding a bow and arrows. A second later you note they're far too small for the big centaur.

Nina sets her face and trots toward you. "Look Anon, I got you a new bow, a good one, and lots of arrows. If you need more, you can use the school equipment now."

"So stop this." She implores as you take the gifts.

You'd almost be swayed if you didn't know the slut, if you hadn't seen her lie charmingly with that same face. She'll pay for underestimating you.

Never in your life were you so glad of those wasted hours of youth spent training horses. You wave Nina closer.

Black hooves stamper, unsure whether to comply but your persistence wins out.

You pull out the custom stud chain you've refitted and a pair of leather hobbles. God bless the old man for keeping some old farrier tack in the tool shed.

Nina looks at you in confusion as you slip the chain over her head with a practiced toss. "You don't need that!"

A quick yank quiets her down. "No lead rope? My dear Nina, you haven't even earned your halter or reins yet. Now keep your mouth shut while I work."

With a steady hand you hobble her legs, watching closely for any sign she'll kick.

The centaur can no longer run. She can barely stand. "Sit." You imperiate. "And take off your shirt."

A tug on the stud chain silences her retort. With wet eyes, she unveils her heavy tits, bound in a black sportsbra. You think the bitchy tomboy really does have a nicer body than you remember. That will make the hatefuck all the sweeter. You wink at her and give her shirt a sniff as it slides down the chain.

You bring her hands down to the button on your pants. "I think you know what to do. Use your breasts this time." She looks terrified and it delights the dark corners of your heart.

"Well hurry it up! Or do you need me to twitch you again?" You shout. The whore centaur flinches at the implication.

Her brown melons bounce free as she undoes her bra, the rank scent of centaur sweat soaked thoroughly into the cloth. She's not crying yet. You give her credit for that.

Her calloused hands fumble with the zipper on your pants and soon your penis stands free and erect in the afternoon air.

Pulling lube out of your pack, you spread it down her cleavage. "It's cold." The bitch complains.

This time you give her ear a tweak. "I'll warm you up soon enough." You promise with a cruel grin. What amazes you most is that her main reaction is fear and not disgust. That's a start.

Her boobs wrap your dick so completely that you're totally hidden. She struggles to hold and coordinate her huge breasts to give a proper tittyfuck. You're sure it's her first time.

Her clumsy attempts to give you paizuri are still enough to get you going. Just her soft malleable flesh and the heat from your bodies mixes together into a lovely pleasure.

Somehow, it strikes you as not as satisfying as before. Maybe you hate her less, maybe she's just not suffering as much?

Time to test it out. You kiss her and tighten the chain. Since she doesn't have a big nose like a horse, it's more like a choke chain in practice. You wrap your knuckles around the chain and twist, cutting off her air.

"Get me off before you pass out, and I'll give you a reward. Don't and you'll be punished." You whisper in her ear.

You feel Nina redouble her efforts. Her delicious brown tits bouncing up and down on your cock, grinding side to side even as her face begins to turn blue. Tears stream down her face.

You explode hot white into the space between her breasts long before she gets close to passing out. You immediately slacken the chain. The key is to keep to your rules in this sort of situation.

The tall centaur gasps for air and you kiss her cheek then lick her ear. "You did well. Now I'll give you your reward."

Her face is stricken with horrific understanding as you walk past her side, running your hand down her soft black coat all the way to her tail. She turns her upper body around but can't get her legs under her to stand with the hobbles on.

"I was going to take your virginity with one of the toys I brought along, but I think I'll give you the real thing instead. Is that not magnanimous of me?" You let the impure lust flow like a tide.

"Don't, I'm begging you! I want to give that to someone I love." Nina cries. There's the waterworks you were hoping for. Your heart races with anticipation.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you." You laugh darkly as you brush aside her fabulous black tail and strip her shorts down. Plain cotton panties greet you and you pull it all down, revealing a wet black slit.

Nina is a big girl, even among centaurs, and for a moment you wonder if you can do the job, even as endowed as you are.

Then you wonder if this is truly the path you want? You lick over the big chip in your tooth from the first time she 'accidentally' kicked you. Then you feel the broken rib that never really healed straight from the second time. Your mind is set. This isn't about justice, this is about revenge. Maybe if she had shown an ounce of remorse or kindness before you had her by the short hairs, you would feel differently.

Your doubts wash away as you slowly enter her. The centaur goes oddly silent as you work back and forth, driving deeper. The heat comes off her in waves. You yank on her chain to provoke a reaction are awarded with a jerk and a savory tightening.

Driving yourself in to the hilt, you begin to hear moans from the girl's mouth. It must be true what they say, monstergirls are all extremely sexual beings. You vary your pace, trying to last as long as possible.

As you near your limit, the soft fleshy walls suddenly contract, and a liquid spews all over your legs.

Nina shudders and you hear her let out a long moan.

You pull yourself out of her and walk to her front where she's started weeping again. "I came. This is so humiliating, from him, my first time."

The brown-skin centaur looks at your turgid cock curiously as you hug her. "Of course you came. Because I love you."

"Wh-What?" She stutters.

"I wanted you to feel good. This was a reward, so that's most important. Satisfy me next time though, or there will be punishment." You get dressed and take the restraints off Nina. She just stands in shock and confusion as you gather your stuff and leave her naked in the range to clean up.

You can't help but allow yourself a nasty smile as you walk home. You'll have blue balls tonight, but the future is more than worth it.

When you get home, the Skankubus sniffs the air "You're a man now Anon." She looks at you with hungry eyes. "I should congratulate you properly."

You look her dead in the eye and tap the little vessel of holy water you keep around your neck, a gift from an old friend before you moved to Little Monster City.

The stepwench just sneers and licks her lips. "Girls will never satisfy you the way a woman can." Her eyes glow red and you dig down deep to fight the lewd coercion. You've had plenty of practice. You need it. Before she was always teasing. This time you can feel her forcing some serious power into her leer.

Flipping her a double ace, you work your way through the slovenly mess of your house to your bedroom. The sheets feel soft and clean as you drift off. Nothing could ruin this day, and things are just going to get better from here.

You let Nina sweat it out on Saturday before giving her a call late at night. This time the phone only rings three times before she picks up. "Do you know what time it is?" The big centaur girl asks sleepily.

"Does our relationship strike you as business hours only?" You reprimand.

That wakes her up. "Of-of course not."

"Be at the park, one hour. Wear something nice." You order.

Nina sniffles. "If mother catches me."

"Then don't get caught." You state harshly. It warms your heart to be the one in control, to make this eight foot monster subject to your whim.

The road into the park is closed but it's easy to cross the gate on foot as you stroll into the darkness under the trees.

Even in the muddy brown light pollution of the night, it's impossible to miss the big warhorse of a centaur trying to sneak through the dark in a black evening dress. Tailor-made no-doubt, you think. It blends with her black hair and coat beautifully. You've never seen the tomboy dolled up before.

When she gets close you step into the lamplight and wave.

Nina shies in surprise then regains her composure when she recognizes your face.

"Nice dress. A bit ostentatious for a filly like yourself." You comment. "But I guess you're a mare now. You should act like it."

Nina swells up and stomps over. "It was all I had. Mother makes me wear it for the symphony and fundraisers. And I'm no horse, I'm a wom..."

You cut her off by pulling the stud chain out of your belt.

Suddenly her bluster deflates. "Not the chain."

"Yes, the chain." You smirk. "Now don't be sad. When you prove you don't need it, I'll give you a lovely hackamore. If you fight me, it will be a bridle with a metal bit."

Her face clouds in shame as you fix the chain around her. Her large brown eyes search into yours. "Why? You said you loved me?"

"Of course I love you. It's blasphemous to be enraged with a beast." You condescend to her. "If a person did all the things you have to me, I would hate them forever. But you're just a spirited horse. I can't hate an animal. It's only my duty to break you into a useful one." You tighten the chain and pull her head down near your level as she starts to cry.

"Today we're going for a ride." You order.

The centaur shakes her head in disbelief. "Don't take that from me too."

You grab her upper lip and twitch it hard. "We can do the easy way, or we can do this with twitch and hobble and crop and spurs." She nods once and you let her go.

You grab her arm for leverage and leap up onto her broad back. She's easily bigger than the largest horse you've ever ridden. She's larger than all the common riding breeds. The black silk feels nice against your bare arms. She moves restlessly underneath you, and you can feel a buck coming on whether involuntary or not.

You soft twitch her ear, flooding her head with the natural high of endorphins. The dark mare calms down almost immediately.

"Walk." You order softly in her ear as you rub it.

The centaur starts unsteadily. She obviously has never had to carry this much weight before. Before long she gets her gait down

As Nina's back gently rolls beneath you, you work your hands across her trim waist for support. The night is still but for the sound of hooves clopping on sidewalk.

By the time you complete half the walking trail, Nina is strutting confidently along. You think she's just tried to put you out of her mind and focus on her order. You will remind her you are never to be ignored. It's time to liven things up.

You wrap the stud chain around your wrist and tie it off. Hands free, you work your way up the front of her supple evening gown, caressing under her twin mountains of sepia flesh.

The centaur jumps in surprise and you hold on tight to keep from being thrown.

"Easy girl." You tighten the chain even as your sweet words pass your lips. She stands stock-still, trembling. You can't see her face but you can feel her massive primary heart pumping hard against your chest.

You move to slip off her shoulder straps and she instinctively covers her incredible bust. A soft ear twitch calms her down.

"Please, Anon. I'm sorry how I've treated you. Don't humiliate me like this. I'll do whatever you want, just not outside like this." Nina begs.

You give her a hard double jab with your boot's spurs. "Get going. I didn't say whoa." She stumbles and catches herself. "Careful now. It's a waste for both of us if you break a leg."

The centaur continues on with a halting gait as you slip her dress all the way down to her waist. Her breasts bounce in her lacy bra seductively with each step. You imagine the view would be incredible from the front.

A quick snap of hooks and you set her tits free. The weight of her mounds is almost impossible to lift up from behind.

You appraise the already hard nipples with your bow-calloused fingertips. You rub and caress all of her with a delicate touch, punctuated by a hard twist every now and again.

You place your ear to her back and listen to her heart and breathing as you work, learning what excites her the most.

You continue this way for the rest of the sidewalk loop, letting up only when she staggers. As you approach the shelter of the trees near the beginning, you turn up the molestation to unbearable, even soft twitching her ears.

Nina groans and steps off the sidewalk. You have to roll off her back quickly as she lays out on the grass, almost pinning your leg.

"No more." She pants. "I can't."

You give her ear a hard tweak. "You can and you will."

Weepy eyes look up at you. "I'll kill you for this one of these days. I swear I will."

You turn her ear hard enough to hear cartilage pop. The dark centaur tries to scream and you cut if off with an even harder tug on the chain. "The word of a nag is worthless. Let me instruct you in the word of a man."

You reach into your pocket and pull out one of several small vibrating eggs there. You walk behind Nina and keep good tension on the chain, watching her feet. The girl starts to scrabble at the grass when she feels you lift up her skirt.

You quiet her down with a yank and a halfass skin twitch and turn the small contraption on. Teary eyes watch as you slide the egg into her dripping cunt.

"We're going to do this again." You hiss venomously. "Every time you fall, every time you drop one, or every time you cum, I'm going to add another. This will go on until you can get all the way around the trail once without fucking up. God help the punishment you will receive if I run out of vibes. That is my word. Do you hear me?"

The centaur holds her wounded ear and nods.

"Answer me!" You demand.

"I hear you." She sobs.

"Good. Then lets get going." You kiss her on the cheek and help her to her feet.

Not surprisingly, the sensitive girl, being attacked above and below, goes through all five of your vibrating eggs before she can complete the two mile circuit.

"There's no more left. You've got no room to fail again." You whisper horribly as the huge tea saucer-sized hooves barely move at a crawl.

Minutes later there's a tiny ominous plastic crack as an egg bounces off the concrete.

Nina freezes. She doesn't start to cry until she hears you sigh in disappointment.

You dismount and take her by the hand away from the trail. She follows unsteadily, anxiously holding your warm hand, face etched with fear.

"I know you tried." You say nicely. "But if I don't punish you, you'll never improve." You gently twitch her good ear to settle her then direct her to lay down in the soft St. Augustine. Her whole body vibrates when you run your hand over her flank. You think she's too scared and tired to try anything funny but you you hobble her back legs with a bit of rope anyway.

She doesn't say anything as you lift up her black silk skirt and push her tail out of the way.

Scared eyes watch as you take a small packet of lube and coat your dick in it. You press your erection against the dark ring of her ass.

The centaur covers her face in her hands as you slowly push your way in. "In my butt? This is so gross." She whines.

The entrance tight. You feel the tremors of the vibes below you once you're inside.

Nina gasps as you pull out then dive back inside. Her heavy duty sphincter constricts your dick and you have to work hard to loosen her up. Eventually, she begins moaning, even more than when you attacked her with the vibes. Plowing into her with ever increasing ferocity, you eventually build to your peak. A shudder and a wet splash on your legs barely beats your own intense orgasm as you spill your seed into her guts.

Walking over to Nina's front, you fondle a breast and kiss her on the lips. "I'll always love you, but I love you more when you behave. You took your punishment well."

"The vibrators." The mare moans.

"That's the last of your punishment. Leave them in until I see you again. We'll try this exercise again next week. If you pass, we'll see about getting rid of that chain. I'll train you lots until then." You give her a sly grin.

After you call Nina on Sunday, she shows up at the coffee shop with a turtleneck hiding her neck and a set of loose centaur leggings. Ever the tomboy.

"Anon, can we go somewhere private?" She asks nervously, shifting her feet on the tile.

You smile. "We'll I'd like to treat you to breakfast first. I think that's tradition in this situation. No need to rush."

She glaces furtively at you, a real feat when she's almost a head taller than the Oni barista running the counter. "That's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Have you tried the cinnamon rolls here? They're the best in town." You mention offhandedly. "And their coffee isn't terrible."

"I just wanna go." The big centaur says timidly.

You stare into her almond brown eyes as you lean back in your wrought iron chair. "Don't be so quick to dismiss kindness and generosity. It's rarer then you realize."

A voice springs out from behind you when Nina is about to answer. "Oh mah gawd. Is that loser Anon on a date?"

Shit. You recognize that voice, Elizabeth the Bitchclops.

"How long have you been standing there Lisa?" You ask.

"Long enough to pity her." She sizes up Nina with her big blue eye. "What's your story? Lose a bet? Can't find a better guy into tall girls? Horse pussy?" The tall cyclops snatches your coffee, sips it, then makes a face and spits into the cup. "Who drinks this paint stripper black?"

Lisa snatches a cinnamon roll off your plate. She snacks on it noisily, talking between smacks."Take my advice. Ditch this chode. His package is so small it might as well have gotten lost in the mail. He'd never please a big gal like yourself."

You kick back, none of this bullshit is new. You can ride it out. You almost don't see the moment when Nina grabs your hot coffee and throws the scalding liquid into the cyclops's eye. Lisa screams and rubs her face furiously.

"I couldn't wait any more." Nina huffs. The big centaur offers you a hand to hop up on her back and the two of you gallop hard down the street.

Nina finally comes to rest back at the park, hiding behind the brush. You jump off and find the girl already working her pants down. "Take these things out of me." She states breathlessly. "I can't take it anymore."

You reach up toward her ear and she pulls away. You never thought you'd see a centaur go head-shy. With a stern look, you motion downward and she complies. A soft twitch hold and you see her eyes roll back just a little. That seems new.

"You're heart's in the right place." You whisper. "But, acting when I didn't, telling me what to do, that's where you went wrong."

"Oh come on!" Nina cries. "Reward me. Punish me. I don't care. Just make this one punishment end."

"Ah." You dig your nails in. "What did I just say?"

"Please Anon. Please pull them out." The tall mare begs.

"That's my girl." You give her a double ear twitch and a kiss. "You did good." You move to her hindquarters. Her plain cotton panties are soaked with juice and sweat. Her black vulva is puffed up and engorged with her arousal. You reach in carefully, and she jumps when you rub her clit with your pinky. You find each of the remaining eggs in turn. You remind yourself that buying the expensive long life batteries was worth it.

One: She drops to her knees

Two: She bites down on her finger

Three: You reach deeper and she tightens on your fingers

Four: She convulses and covers your arm in a sticky mess.

You have to admit, you're really getting turned on now. Hell, you've been almost rock hard since you heard the Slutclops shriek in pain. Nina is starting to shape up into an excellent tool.

"For your reward, I'll be taking you out to a very nice dinner." You tell her. "There will be no punishment this time, but you will have to take responsibility for your lewd temptation."

"Raw?" Nina asks as you rub your dick against her wide ass, wetting your cock against her entrance.

"It feels better." You state the fact. "We'll get you on the pill soon. No time for it now."

You place your hands on the soft black coat of Nina's flanks and penetrate the reluctantly acquiescing centaur slowly with a squelching sound. Your tip explores every bit of her burning womanhood within reach as you plunge deeper into her sopping wet inferno.

"Mmm ha uh ah" Nina mumbles unintelligibly as her soft swollen nethers conform to the shape of your raging hard member.

Her body temperature is already higher than humans by a good margin. Stack on top of that her galloping all the way here and her arousal, and you feel like a sausage being slow roasted inside of her.

For the first time it strikes you how tight she is for her size as you dig deeper and her pussy quivers on your dick. Her hips are twice as wide as your own and every part of her is scaled to her massive body. Not that you have have anything to compare your experience to, but you would bet good money she's magnitudes better than that loose sex demon whore your father calls his wife.

Nina pants and turns around to look at you as you gently, passionately increase your pace. Her world-class sweater puppies are highlighted in her white turtleneck, contrasting magnificently with her dark complexion and black ponytail. The sight stokes the coals of your lust into a full blaze.

Her eyes go heavily lidded as you add a gentle skin twitch to her flank and increase the power of your strokes. "It's biggger." Nina stutters, concentration lost in the pleasure. You feel her squeeze down on you. Her muscles work to suck you in, and your own instincts begin to take over, driving you harder, urging you to make it into her deepest places.

Sloppy slapping sounds accompany your fucking. You don't dare think of it as lovemaking but it's getting harder to feel the hate in hatefucking like you did the first time. You catch yourself thinking such weak thoughts and your rage builds again. Not hate? You are all hate.

She may feel great but your true joy is in breaking her.

You rub hard inside her. Each time you plow into her, her insides grab onto you and only reluctantly let go with a sucking sound as you pull free. Your own breath quickens with excitement when a convulsion shakes Nina like an earthquake and you are lifted bodily from the ground. The big centaur cums long before you do, her sexual discharge making a mess of your pants. She's so sensitive you think, even with what you usually hear about monsters.

You give her no chance to rest as you keep up your pace. Her moans get louder as you reach your own zenith. The centaur's eyes get wide when she feels your dick begin to twitch. "Not inside. Please not inside. You can't!" You say nothing, letting her stew.

At the last moment, when you are about to explode, you pull out, spraying white paths of your hot cum all over her black back. You soft twitch her flanks at the same moment. It's nowhere near as effective as the ears or the lips, but it's enough.

Nina almost bucks as she comes again, throwing you on your ass. She lays on the grass breathing heavily for a minute. "You pulled out." She whispers. You can't tell if she's grateful or confused. It might be a little of both.

"It's only natural." You reply with a condescending grin. "I don't know if a mare like you is worth breeding yet. Rest assured, I'll give you that when you earn it."

You try to clean up as best you can while the warhorse of a girl gets dressed. Your clothes look like you got attacked by a garden hose, or that you pissed yourself. It was not going to be a fun walk home.

"Meet me at Tony's at eight." You tell here as you turn to head home. "It's a nice place. Dress for the occasion."

You take a few steps before a large graceful hand touches your shoulder gently. "You didn't say you loved me this time."

"Do I need to say it every time?" You grab her ear. You twitch it to the very boundary of pleasure and pain. Her eyes roll. "I guess I have to. I love all animals, even my bad horse."

The rest of the week goes pretty smoothly and the one after that. Nina surprises you with her willingness to hang around you. But she has a growing headstrong streak. She always pushes her boundaries, looking to take charge, to turn the tables. It's hard to keep her under control. She's more friendly mustang than broken.

You realize how bad the problem has gotten when you catch her going through some of your plans for the Cyclops. That Slutccubus bitch just let her in when you were off at archery practice. You wouldn't have even caught her if you didn't go home early. Something that day just felt off. Nina had taken to practicing with you lately. She always swelled with pride to show off her master marksmanship, though she would make herself scarce if other members dropped by. And much as you hated to admit it, you'd improved watching her as well.

Your rage boils over as you step into your room to see the stacked upper body of the huge centaur sticking through the open window. She never could have fit through the doors in your house. Your first thought is she was after the pictures, but she would know you had backups everywhere with post countdown timers you had to reset every once in awhile. It hadn't felt like she cared much about that lately anyway.

Instead, you see the locked drawers on your desk torn open and off their rails by what you can only assume were her bare hands. Papers are scattered all over the floor. And open in her hand is the tiny black notepad you had hidden, taped behind the back of a drawer.

The startled centaur cracks the back of her head on the glass when she sees you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You demand.

Ignoring your command to stay, she panics and flees, galloping down the street. You're left only to fume to the sound of of the Skankubus's cackling laughter.

Nina doesn't answer your calls all night. You get a bad feeling when Lisa disappears from your class after the second period break the next day.

You quickly make up an excuse to go to the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind you, you pull out your phone. Nina isn't the most technologically-inclined girl, and you hope she forgot to turn off the locator function on her phone for this stunt.

You get a reading for the showers in the girls locker room. Fuck. But you should count yourself lucky you even got a signal through all that concrete and tile.

Hauling ass, you reach the locker rooms near the gym a scarce few minutes later. Your heart is pounding in your ears by the time you jimmy the locked handle.You pull the master key copy out of your pocket, the product of bribing a janitor and plans that you might never see put into motion now. Shit.

Clicking the handle over, you open the door to hear the sounds of a scuffle deeper inside. Sprinting to the showers, you slam on the brakes when you hear familiar voices. Peeking around the corner, you are just in time to see Nina rear up and smash the cyclops in the chest with a massive hoof. Your rib aches at the firsthand familiarity of that move.

You see Elizabeth cough up some blood onto the white tile while the tall centaur moves in and places a hoof on her head, pinning her to the ground.

"I'll say it again. I want you gone. You have a week to find some arrangements and leave." Nina presses down a bit with her manicured hoof.

The cyclops gives her a nasty bloody smile. "Afraid I'll tell everyone about your precious boyfriend?"

Nina digs her silver horseshoe into the flesh of the cyclops's ear. "Keep talking bitch. I could crush your head like a fucking cantaloupe."

Nina kicks the cyclops in the gut with a free leg. "You're a fucking guttertrash Goldsmith with a family that owns a small jewelery store chain. You have not the status or money to fuck with a Van Harke heiress. I can end you. I can make it look like an accident. Don't think I won't."

Now is the time to step in.

"Didn't I teach you better than to lie like that?" You say as you step out onto the mildewed tile. "If I recall correctly, you're last name is Van Harne, of Happy Harne's Handmade Furniture."

The blood drains from Nina's face as she looks up at you. "Anon, I...." Caught redhanded, she guiltily steps away from the bitchclops.

You look at Lisa. "Elizabeth, I think you'd do best to forget about this. After all, you're like me. You have no friends. But her." You point at the massive centaur. "She has dozens, just through her sports teams alone. And all would be happy to make your life miserable if you make a fuss or spread ugly rumors." You shrug. "Well, if things got worse for me I might leave myself. You don't want things to be like before I enrolled do you?" You lie through your teeth. But you know she was the bully target of choice before you came. And you hope those memories will be enough to give her pause.

The tall cyclops puts her head down and walks up to you. Her big blue eye looks down on you. She nods once then kicks you as hard as she can between the legs. You immediately double over and collapse on the floor.

Lisa sneers at you and spits on your face. "I can tell when you're faking it. It's no fun when you wear a cup." She looks back at Nina when she hears the big girl crack her knuckles. "Calm down cunttaur, I'm leaving." Her eye twinges as she grabs at her chest.

You're up on your feet the moment the bitchclops is out of sight. You glare at Nina. "We're leaving RIGHT NOW. I think the odds are good she'll follow through but we're fucked if we get caught in here."

Your rage is so hot, you can almost feel steam coming out. "How could you be so fucking stupid? Do you have ANY idea how this could have gone down, how it can still go down?"

You don't even have to twitch her to see the centaur on the verge of tears. "Meet me at the archery range after school, and pray to god that I'm in a better mood. Your punishment will be severe."

You make it back to the classroom long before Lisa comes back from the nurse's office. It was important to be there ahead to nip off anything that might start. The whole class laughs when she walks in with a swollen face and bandaids. She makes sure not to look at you and mutters an excuse about an accident from running across a centaur in a hurry.

The rest of the day passes pretty normally and you are able to maintain a facade of calm.

Nina is waiting for you when you get to the range. She's dressed in her school clothes. You wonder if she's been waiting there since you both bolted out of the locker room. You thank your stars for the first time that there are no cameras in the school. That had always worked against you in the past.

"I'm so sorry." Is all she says to you.

The centaur girl has grown on you but this sabotage is almost unforgivable. Still you take a deep breath to harden your heart as the dark tall mare looks at you with wet eyes and a red face. You sigh as you pull your old bullwhip out of your bag. You've never used a lash this severe on her before. It will welt her hairy hide and even slash through her human-like skin.

"Ten lashes. Then you can explain, and we'll go from there." You say as you uncoil and crack the whip. Nina barely flinches. She seems to have been expecting something worse. You caress her cheek. "I'm sorry you made me do this." You whisper.

Nina seems surprised you don't go for an ear twitch. Poor girl doesn't know what she's in for.

You give her the signal to strip down. Her uniform falls down to her feet piece by piece. Her eyes only get wide when you hand her a bit of rope to bite on. "This will help. Don't bite your tongue. Ready?" The centaur cries out as the first lash licks across her flank.

A cold hard part of your mind tells you to give her a scar on her skin to remember this by. The rest of your mind admonishes you for even thinking of marring her smooth brown back.

You crack the whip again across her hindquarters.

Nina's scream is muffled as she shakes under the assault. You give her a moment to catch her breath before you hit her with the third.

You have your own scar from the time you accidentally whipped yourself playing with this same whip as a child. You know the fire that licks across her hide.

You crack the whip again and her knees buckle. By the seventh lash, she's just laying prostrate on the floor sobbing into her discarded clothes. You feel your dark heart twinge and get the last three over with quickly. The rapid succession of painful hits causes the centaur to shudder and go quiet. You wonder if Nina passed out.

Her human half is totally untouched, but her black hide has been worked over good. You see a slim glimmer over one flank and reach out. You run your hand across it, and it comes away red. Guilt wells up inside you and you shove it down with effort.

You coax Nina back to consciousness and soft twitch her ears to help relieve the pain. Her eyes flutter open and she reads your face. Whatever she sees, she gives you a dopey smile before becoming alert. Then the tears come.

"I'm sorry." She whispers. "I'm sorry."

You brush back her long black hair and pet her head calmly. "Why?" You ask. Your rage has bled out. There's no recrimination in your question.

Nina sits up and hugs you into her warm chest. Huge arms press you against breasts that would be rightfully compared with watermelons. "I'm so sorry." She starts. "I just knew." Her hot tears drop down onto your cheek. "I knew that if you got a taste of a normal girl, you'd n-never go back to a h-horse pussy."

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