Straô | Every spring, eight weeks prior to Easter, a procession of flower-draped draft horses rides to the beach to wash their legs in Zeeland’s sea water. The straô, an age-old tradition on the island of Schouwen-Duiveland, concerns six villages. The evil spirits, which according to old tales would have gathered in the horses’ legs, are rinsed out.
SO. Smol confession before we get this ball rolling: I was definitely inspired by @monster-bait‘s amazing fic, Morning Glory Milking farm (EDIT (8/15) it was released as an ebook, link takes you straight to the amazon page).
So here’s my take on that, but for Centaurs. In Middle/South Georgia. M! Monster x F! Human.
Warnings are below the cut.
AU where Brexit didn’t happen, contains cock milking, breeding talk, and a bit of fluff on the side at no extra charge. Also he does speak Dutch, so if I said something wrong, DM me with the right way to say it, and I’ll fix it.
If you need a good image of what a Dutch Draft is/the inspiration behind our boy, check here.
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You had one client today at the Rainbow Meadows clinic. Only one, your favorite one: Mads. Mads was a big boy, a Dutch Draft centaur and powerlifter. He was a lovely grey color, with black on his feathers with a salt and pepper colored hair and tail. You could literally fantasize about him all day, but you had to finish preparing the collection room. It was hard enough to try and move the damn rolling carts on the AstroTurf, but doing it while fantasizing about your client for the day? Out of the question.
Rainbow Meadows was an open secret in the community. Most of the humans in the area knew Rainbow Meadows as a health clinic that catered to the centaur community, which wasn't wrong. But being in the heart of the bible belt in South Georgia, you didn't go around openly saying that you worked at a semen collection facility. Rainbow Meadows was one of several clinics (covertly) owned and operated by one of the larger pharmaceutical companies. Centaurs had some naturally occurring hormone in their sperm that the company coveted, and it was just easier to get it this way rather than manufacturing it.
You started working here first after you graduated from college, right at the heart of the 2008 crash. It was steady work for a bit until you could get work elsewhere. When the market picked back up, you left, but after a few years decided to come back to Rainbow Meadows. That's when you met Mads.
You felt your phone buzz in the pockets of your scrubs. It was the Rainbow Meadows app letting you know that your client was arriving and would soon be checking in, accompanied by a photo of Mads. Your heart rate speed up a bit looking at his handsome mug, and you had to put your phone away before you just kept staring at him.
Mads was originally from the Netherlands, and immigrated to the US with his family in the 90s. His dad was an expert in EU banking laws, and did a lot of work with firms in Savannah that handled imports and exports to the EU. Mads dutifully followed in his Dad's footsteps, going to university in the Netherlands, and occasionally going back for seminars when the EU implemented some wide change to their laws. He was also a "hobbyist" powerlifter in his spare time, but you've seen how many medals he had won in the last year alone.
Your phone buzzed again as you finished getting the semen collected fitted inside of the breeding dummy. Mads had finished checking in and was ready for you. You couldn't tap on the "I'm Ready" button fast enough, and within a minute, the barn door slid open.
"Hallo," Mads said warmly, ducking as he walked in, phone in one hand. His long hair was already pulled back into a bun, and his tail was neatly braided.
"Hey buddy!" You said excitedly, as he slid the door closed with a back hoof. He easily picked you up from the ground and held you bridal style as he kissed you. You ran your fingers through his hair and rubbing his velvety ears mostly for your own satisfaction. Centaur ears just felt so good between your fingers.
"I had my annual doctor's appointment earlier this week," he said as he walked over to the perfectly prepped area with you, "when I felt the nurse's gloved hands on my backend, I almost lost it right there in the office." He set you down on the ground again with one final kiss.
"It's been a while since you've been in, so I can't blame you." You said, grabbing some gloves off your cart as Mads removed his shirt and tossed it in a ball towards the recovery area, his phone quickly following it. As soon as the latex gloves snapped on your hands, Mads cock was already halfway out of his sheath.
"You see!" he said with a laugh as you gestured him over towards the breeding dummy.
"You're only halfway there," you informed him as you walked around to his backside.
"Woaaah-oh! Livin' on a prayer!" he sang to himself. As you grabbed his fat testicles, Mads was putty in your hands, grunting and moaning as you massaged the oversized orbs in your much smaller hands as best you could. You could barely fit one in your hands, but you just kept squeezing and massaging until Mads was pawing at the floor with his hooves.
"How's my big boy feeling?" you cooed at him.
"Like I could flood this whole fucking room." he panted.
"That's what I wanna hear." You kissed his balls as the final torment before letting go and walking back up towards his front to toss the gloves in the trash. "We raw doggin' this bitch today?" you asked, slapping the breeding dummy. "Or do you need her to be nice and slippery for your fat horsecock?"
"Slippery," Mads huffed, pawing anxiously at the ground. With the press of a button, the breeding dummy was filled with lube to the point it was leaking out onto the floor. The scent alone was enough to drive Mads wild as he immediately mounted the dummy, his cock going inside with an absolutely lovely slorching noise. He growled and let out a pleasured nicker as he rammed the full length of his cock inside. "Can you make her tighter?" he asked.
"Anything for my big boy." You cooed at him. You climbed on to the affectionately named "observation station" that was at the head of the breeding dummy. It housed all the controls for the breeding dummy, kept track of how many containers the guys filled, and was the perfect spot to sit at level with Mads. With the press of another button, you increased the "squeezage" on the dummy.
"Right there! Yes!" He moaned happily, eagerly bucking his hips against the dummy for a few seconds until he shot his first load with a loud groan. Three containers filled, with a fourth one sitting at a quarter full.
"Mmm, that was quick," you teased him, giving him a kiss. "Don't tell me after six weeks of being gone that's the best you've got?" Mads recovered almost immediately and resumed thrusting into the dummy.
"Don't worry," Mads assured you, "I've got so much saved up for you."
Rainbow Meadows did technically have a policy in place to prevent the staff from getting close to their clients. But Rainbow Meadows and the other clinics in the care network also placed an emphasis on collection targets. None of the collection techs that you knew followed the policy, and management turned a blind eye to any fraternization unless it became a problem. Happy clients mean more production; more production meant collection targets were reached; and the more collection targets you reached, the bigger the bonus everyone got, from management to janitors.
Mads grunted and paused for a moment as he came yet again into the collection dummy. Eight containers now, with a ninth halfway full. Mads was one of the top producers, but due to his work schedule, he didn't come in on a weekly basis like the company wanted, so it was your job to make the most of his time while he was here.
"Yes baby, that's it!" You encourage him in your best quiet dom voice, with several more kisses for encouragement. "Fuck that breeding bitch! Break her with your fat cock!" Mads grunted as he came again, up to thirteen containers filled now. "How we doin'?" You asked him quietly.
"Need to slow down a bit," he panted, slowing his pace dramatically. "I want this to last for a bit if that's okay."
"You're my only client today." You assured him. "We can go as long as you want baby." You kissed him more passionately this time. "I want you to leave here with your balls drained." Mads' tail swished excitedly behind him as he licked his lips.
"Yeah?" You leaned in close, draping your arms around his shoulders.
"I want all of your hot, sticky, cum." You whispered huskily. "I want you to fuck that breeding bitch so hard you break her. I want to watch you fill her up so much she fucking explodes." Mads slammed into the breeding dummy with enough force to shake the whole system, sending up a warning buzz to your monitoring station. "Just like that," you encouraged him, "break my whole system as payment for being gone for six weeks." Mads slammed in again, sending up another warning, louder this time. "Oh shut up!" you snapped, turning your attention to the warning system as Mads picked up his pace again.
"I tried another clinic while I was aboard." He admitted with a grunt, releasing another small load of cum into the breeding dummy. "Couldn't get it together long enough to give them a single load."
"Good!" You snapped. "You're only supposed to come here and cum for me!" He kissed you this time, his hands finding their way underneath your scrubs and up to your bra.
"I know!" He moaned. "Let me, please," he panted, his eyes starting to glaze over with lust. With a quick movement, your scrub top was off, putting your chest on display for him. You wore a red bra with a black lacy pattern sewn into the cups. Mads kissed your exposed flesh, putting his face right between your tits. He moaned and slammed into the breeding dummy again, another load being released. Eighteen now, very close to nineteen being done.
He unclasped your bra, letting it fall open as he worshipped your tits. "That's my good boy," you moaned, one hand on the back of his head, the other working slowly against your pussy. "You love sucking my tits don't you?" Mads moaned in agreement, his hips slowly bucking against the dummy. "I knew I shouldn't have bothered with a real bra today." You moaned, as he dumped as smaller load into the dummy. Twenty-one containers now.
Seeing your free hand working against your pussy, Mads move his attention to your lower half, helping you slide your scrub bottoms and underwear down to your ankles. Inserting himself between your legs, he dove right into your wet sex, his tongue working your folds to get all of your sweet nectar.
"Ohhh yes!" you moaned loudly, one hand resting on the back of his head. "That feels amazing baby!" You lost sense of what was happening as you leaned back to enjoy Mads' tongue against your folds, listening to him moan with pleasure as he feasted on you. You heard the collection machine ding several more times, but you were lost in a maddening roller coaster of edging towards orgasm, only to have Mads cruelly take you back down again.
It was euphoric when you finally did cum, and listening to Mads enter his final throes hit as well. He gripped hard on to the stand, his massive cock as deep in the breeding dummy as it could go.
"That's my good boy," you cooed, letting him rest his head against you as he cummed his final load, "fill that bitch up with your wonderful cum." You kissed his forehead several times, listening to him pant and grunt as the last few shots were expended.
Mads dismounted from the breeding dummy, all four of his legs wobbling as he managed to make it over to the recovery couch, a trail of lube and cum following his soft cock.
"Godverdomme," he breathed as you quickly redressed yourself to go take care of him. "Ik ben uitgeput." He flopped uselessly on to his sides, fully relaxing into the pillows. "You broke me, just so you know."
"Good!" You said declared, pulling a blanket out of the closet along with several Gatorades, bottles of water, and some snack packs. He easily opened a Gatorade and chugged it as you gingerly put the blanket around his shoulders. "That'll fucking teach you to leave me for six weeks THEN have some damn nerve to tell me that you tried to cheat on me with ANOTHER clinic." Mads just laughed at your rant.
"What's my total?" He asked as you continued to clean up and had the machine upload his results.
"Thirty one and a half." You said proudly. "Give it a few seconds, and the results will be on the app."
"Damn it!" He growled. "I was hoping to beat that fucking zakkenwasser, Brad." Brad was also a client of yours, a Percheron mix who came to the facility about as frequently as Mads did. Brad's current record was thirty two containers, and while Rainbow Meadows didn't officially encourage the competition, there was an underground community that competed to see who could have the highest output over a given period.
Mads demolished the snacks and two bottles of water as you finished doing what you could with cleaning the room. The sanitation specialists would have to take over from here.
"I'm pretty sure you did knock this lady off her perch." You informed him, demonstrating how loose the dummy was from the floor. "Brad hasn't done that yet." Mads threw his arms up in victory.
"Fuck you Brad!" he yelled excitedly at no one. "Where's my phone, I need to rub that in his face."
"How about you rest first?" you suggested, handing Mads his phone and shirt from where they landed on the floor. "Then you can rub it in his face?"
"Absolutely not." He declared, quickly pulling you into his arms for a selfie. You posed all cute with him then watched him doctor it up with a dreamy filter, followed by an ungodly amount of emojis (including ones to block out your face and work badge), and then the sticker with his new amount. Cumming 4 u, Bradski he wrote before posting it on the private Discord server he was a member of.
"If we get a call from Brad tomorrow asking for the next available appointment, I'm blaming you." You told him.
"So I'll come in after him and get another few out, get my monthly total up." he said with a grin, giving you a long kiss. "Besides, I see no downsides for you." Hs hand went down the front of your scrub pants, easily slipping his hands between your sex. "Getting to see your centaur boy harem week after week, watching them mindlessly cumming their brains out for you." You giggled as he kissed you again. "Just absolutely begging to be milked like this." That was a very pleasant image to have in your head.
"Shame we just finished uploading your total to the Rainbow Meadows server." You sighed, looking down at his now half hard cock. "I wonder if I could get another load or two out of you." Mads' tail thumped loudly against the floor as it swished in excitement. "Just milk your cock again for all its worth," you murmured, running your hands up his sculpted chest as your hips gyrated against his fingers, "watch you breed that bitch again and again until your eyes roll back in your head." You kissed Mads again, moaning lewdly as his fingers worked your sex. "God, that's so fucking hot to think about."
"She's still wet," he whispered back, "primed and ready for my thick cock." Mads let you go as he stood up again, licking his fingers cleat, his cock and stamina having been revived. He quickly mounted the breeding dummy again while you resumed your place on the observation station.
Mads went much slower for rounds two, taking his time and savoring the feeling of the breeding dummy on his cock. Between kisses, you teased him by changing the tightness level of the dummy, and even showing him the new vibrating feature the company had retrofitted on to the dummy. Mads shouted several incomprehensible things in Dutch when you turned it on, his eyes going wide with a rush of pleasure for the brief moment that it was on.
"I wasn't kidding when I said 'break her', earlier." You told him once he regained his sense. "The new models can do a bunch of way cooler stuff this one can't." Mads groaned happily as you turned it back on low, letting him feel the rumble against his entire cock before turning it off again. "If you break this one, they'll have to get one of the new ones for me."
"Turn that back on, and I'll fuck her until she's in pieces on the floor." Mads said with a mischievous grin. You flicked on the vibration again and within seconds Mads was fucking the breeding dummy like today was his last day on Earth and Heaven decreed that every male had to enter with empty balls. You got a grand total of eight more containers out of him before both he and the breeding dummy called it quits.
Laid out in the resting area, you took several warmed towels to Mads' cock, sheath, and balls to get them cleaned up before he left. He was fully exhausted now, his ears twitching sleepily as you finished cleaning him up.
"Aww, is my poor horsey tired?" You cooed at him. You were sitting on one of the pillows with his head in your lap as you roughly brushed his hair with your fingers and re-did his bun so he looked more presentable going back outside. "Did my poor baby horsey fuck himself silly?" Mads nodded.
"My only regret," he muttered from your lap, "is that I can't fuck you myself."
"That's what strap-ons are for, you goof." You said as he sat up with a stretch and a yawn. He kissed you once, which turned into several more kisses and a couple of giggles as he tried to get back under your scrub top. "Sir, I'ma need you to leave them tiddies alone please." He didn't stop, but rather attempted to distract you further. "Sir, this is not Burger King, you cannot have it your way." With a playfully annoyed huff, he backed off.
You fed him more snacks and Gatorade and talked idly for a few minutes about things. The clinic in the Netherlands that he went to was a government sponsored one, which meant that it was not nearly as "loose" as Rainbow Meadows, and more serious about the health implications of jacking off Centaurs and Minotaurs.
"So… what I'm hearing is…" Mads sighed heavily as you tried to gently lead the conversation back to where you wanted it.
"I'm never going to a government sponsored clinic again." He said mechanically. "And I shouldn't have done it in the first place."
"Aaaaand?" Another heavy sigh from him.
"And I'm sorry."
"Thank you." You said, finally happy. "You are forgiven, and I will not make you do penance in the form of five rosaries and five Hail Marys."
"You are at least in luck." He said with a yawn. "I'll be in town for a few months now that everything in Europe has settled down for now, so I'll be back in a week." He said casually as he stood up with some effort and a lot of painful sounding grunts.
"You gonna be okay to get home?" You followed closely behind him. He nodded as he did some whole body stretches, his joints making some satisfying popping sounds.
"Just need to remember to stretch next time." he said, putting his shirt back on and grabbing his phone. "Also to not lay like a moron because my legs fell asleep." He stretched a little bit more which did involve leaning down and giving you another long kiss.
"Can't make your next appointment if you don't leave." You reminded him.
"Current appointment can't end if I don't leave." He countered with another kiss.
"Alright, I'm throwing you out." You said, escaping from his front end to slap his rear. "G'on, git!" Mads nickered playfully as the barn door opened automatically for him and he left the collection room.
Similar in build to the Belgian Draft, the Dutch Draft was created using their blood along with the lineage of Zeeland and Ardennes animals.
The Royal Society of the Dutch Draft Horse was formed in 1914 and the purpose was to breed a massive horse with a strong build. Today this is the heaviest of all the Dutch breeds. Unfortunately, like the other draft breeds, the advent of mechanization has quieted their demand and caused a decline in their numbers.
