Prologue:

They were standing by the edge of the orchard, picking and eating it's ripe fruit. The juices dripped from their mouths, down between firm pointed breasts thru the fine hairs of their lower torso and down the furry forelegs. On this world not so unlike our own earth of long ago, they were two of a doomed race that generations earlier had dominated this land. Now they were hunted like any other animal by men who prized them for their sweet meat, challenging hunt, and, because the front of their body resembled a human female with a human head, arms, upper torso and breasts, along with a tight horsepussy, the exotic sexual pleasures a man could experience from a wounded or even dead She-beast.

The two She-Mares had been companions since they were young, traveling the wastelands to avoid the humans. The chestnut and palomino had been inseparable even during the stressful days of puberty when the chestnut came into her first heat and accepted the mounting of a wild stallion. It had been the first coupling for them both and they had arrived early at the mating area. Since the stallions had no concept of foreplay the two young fillies had gotten themselves hot with lesbian techniques. Embracing and squashing their firm tits together they intertwined tongues and caressed each others soft curves. Sucking each others hard nipples, they would drink deep of the warm milk. Then one would get behind the other and bury her face in the sweet pussy of her friend, reaching for the depths with her long tongue. Switching positions the tongue tickled mare would repeat the favor on her friends snatch. As both mares pussies began to drip they would lie on their sides and get into a 69 position and orgasm before the arrival of the stud. Sniffing their hot pussies from a distance, he pranced into view, large and white with his 12 inch cock fully extended for action. Not being in estrus herself the palomino let the stallion mount her friend first so she could receive the bulk of the hot sperm that spewed from his massive tool. Rising to meet the rutting male, the chestnut flicked her tail to the side to reveal her open dripping cunt. She grunted as his weight settled on her back and the long pink sausage filled her twat. With his hot breath warming her back the stud pumped his massive hind legs driving the big penis in and out till his body stiffened and what seemed to the mare like a quart of hot semen filled her vagina. The big stud dismounted and sniffed the pussy of the palomino while the satisfied chestnut stroked his massive tool back to full attention. He then mounted the palomino's golden ass and filled her cunt with his jism also before leaving the two spent mares. While the mating did not produce offspring, it was pleasurable for both the virgin mares as it was the first time a powerful male had climbed on their backs and slid his slippery cock in and out of their freshly lubricated love holes. Since then both had mated and produced foals to the wild studs.

For a while a third mare had traveled with them, a very young filly just coming into adulthood, but she had fallen victim to a human trap. She had seen a load of fruit spilled in a ravine. It seemed to have fallen from a cart possibly traversing the foot path high above the ravine. The She-Mare went to tell her new friends of the find but the two older females sensed danger and begged the youngster to avoid the fruit. The headstrong young filly ignored their advice and set out alone and her two friends followed at a safe distance. The older mares hid in thick brush but could see their young companion approach the trap. The sexy filly was bending over to eat when the trap sprung. Four men jumped from their hiding places above the filly and dropped a heavy net over her. A fifth man drilled her front leg with an arrow. The panicked She-Mare could not escape as the five men fell on her and wrestled her to the ground. She was hog tied and helpless as she looked into the cruel eyes of her captors. These men were not hunters, they could have killed her quickly from their vantage point but did not. As five flys opened and released hard human cocks, the filly knew her ordeal was just starting. The biggest man ordered his buddies to restrain the bitch while he buried his face between her furry hips, probing her virgin pussy with his tongue. He used his hands to spread wide her slit while he drilled deeper into the warm sweet cavern. A second man wrapped his fingers in her auburn tresses as he roughly deep kissed her pouting mouth. Her hard pert tits had just begun to produce milk and now it was being sucked out by two more of the sadistic rapists. The leader, by now tired of eating pussy, wrapped his arms around her svelte thighs and pulled his throbbing dick into her cunt. He met resistance from her hymen and hollered out, "Hey boys, she's a virgin". With a mighty shove, he broke through the barrier and filled her tight twat with his shaft. The filly yelped as her virgin shield was destroyed but could not fight back. Soon the male shuddered and spewed his white hot jism into her vagina. He pulled his bloody tool from her box and walked to the mares face while a second man prepared to mount the bitch. "Clean it off, bitch", he commanded as he forced his sticky cock into her mouth. He accented his demand by holding a knife to her breast. The terrified filly, trying not to gag, licked off the male tool and swallowed the remaining jism even as her tight asshole was invaded by a thick cock. The rape and sodomy went on for almost an hour till all five men were spent and limp.

Then the poor female was killed, but not quickly. She was strung up with her ass spread wide, jism dripping from her violated orifices. The men stood back about twenty yards and raised their bows. The arrows made a sick, wet, slurp as they bored into the mares most intimate areas. The doomed filly howled like a banshee as cold steel replaced hard cock in her pussy and asshole. The two mares viewing this horror suddenly screamed and ran, alerting the men to their presence. The killers spun around and loosed a quick volley but missed and soon the two were long gone. Turning back to their victim, they roughly ripped the arrows from her body then, taking a long spear, rammed it into her cunt. Using all their might, they forced the hard point through the body of the thrashing, screaming filly till it exited through her lower chest. Mercifully, the tortured She-Mare's heart failed and she slumped in death. The men, nomadic brigands, cut down the dead female, gutted her and cooked her tender flesh. They ate their fill, took some meat for their journey and left the remainder of the carcass to rot.

The two escapees, now more fearful of humans than ever, had avoided any contact, but luck was about to desert them. The sound was barely audible but the keen ears of the mares picked it up, sniffing the air they sensed danger. Suddenly they realized what it was, the pounding hooves of domestic stallions trained to smell out She-Mare pussies while carrying human hunters on their backs. Panic enveloped the two hunted mares and they bolted in opposite directions but it was to late and there would be no escape for them. The chestnut died first as she had inadvertently bolted directly toward the pursuing men. Cresting a hill she ran directly into four charging stallions and their armed hunters. Two men immedietly reined in their mounts to take a shot at the exposed prey while the other two took off after the fleeing palomino bitch. The men drew back their bows; refined versions of the weapon that had caused the downfall of the She-Mares long ago; and loosed the razor sharp bladed arrows at the doomed mare. The arrow heads were designed to cause massive cutting wounds, resulting in death by shock and blood loss. She presented an easy target and both men were good archers, aiming at the graceful chest of the busty filly. Both shafts ripped deep into the firm mounds of her pointed breasts and tore the heart that filled most of her chest cavity. "Aarrggh" she cried as she reared up in pain, spinning and falling to her side, eyes already glazing over as death encroached. A clean kill ensured, one hunter went back for the meat wagon that followed them by several miles while the second dismounted. He unsheathed a long sharp knife to gut the bitch where she lay, if not dressed out the meat might spoil before the return to home. First he grabbed each perforated breast and pulled out the arrows, as they could be reused, the dying mare twitched as each shaft tore more flesh on it's way out. Walking back to her rear end, he stabbed his knife in between her legs and sliced her open all the way up to her tits. One final scream exited her mouth and expiring from blood loss and shock the dead mare did not feel her guts being ripped out and left to rot on the ground. Her carcass would await the arrival of the meat wagon for the trip to be butchered. Many villagers would buy the fresh meat from this trip as it wasn't often that two kills came at the same time.

As the chestnut lay dying, her friend heard the death screams as she was being overtaken by the other hunters. One loosed an arrow that embedded itself in the massive muscle of her right buttock and while she felt the pain and the slowly growing weakness, she knew she must keep running. The butt shot was slowing down the fleet bitchmare and the other bowman was quickly overtaking her. She glanced to the side and saw him almost even with her now. The suns glint off a shiny arrowhead caught her eye. "Aaaaagggghh!" Her shrill cry off pain filled the air. A a range of mere feet he had loosed the deadly shaft into her body. It had entered just behind her front leg and skewered the fleeing mare in the right lung. All but six inches were buried deep in her torso. She could not sustain this damage and she managed only a few more strides before her forelegs collapsed and she rolled ass over head to the grass. The men dismounted and approached the downed mare to retrieve their arrows. The lung shot would have to wait for the butchers, it was to deep to just pull out. The arrow in her ass was salvagable. As they pulled the killer shaft from her flesh she yelped her pain. Seeing she was alive and the wagon would not arrive for a few minutes, they decided to fuck the dying she-animal. Unleashing their tools, one man grabbed the bitch by the head and forced his cock into her bleeding mouth, using her mane as a handle he pumped her head up and down on his shaft until he blew a load of cum down her throat to mix with the blood from her ripped lung. The other rapist knelt behind the mare, flipped her golden tail out of the way and rammed his large cock into her tight but elastic cunt. The dying She-Mare whimpered as he grabbed her firm haunches and pounded her pussy without mercy until he too spewed his load into her violated qwim.

Soon the other hunters would join them in ravishing this creature and while she waited out the ordeal and the inevitable plunge of the gutting knife she thought back to stories told of when She-Mares ruled this land and wondered how they could have been reduced to mere livestock. Little did she know that even now the men were developing a weapon that would come to be known to the remaining She-Mares as the firestick. No longer would a bitchbeast be able to take an arrow in a non-vital spot and still have a chance of escape as a hit anywhere with a firestick projectile felt like being smashed with a sledgehammer and even a non fatal blow would down a mare giving the hunter a chance to finish her off. Also the effective range of the firestick was greater than a bow, a bitchmare would be spotted by a hunter and all she would see was a puff of smoke. The next instant she would be slammed by the large lead ball as it drove into her body tearing a large hole in the soft flesh. The advantage of the weapon was also it's only drawback as it destroyed much more meat. Hunters would learn to go for rear shots, hoping to drive the slug up a mares asshole or pussy where less meat was bruised by the hot lead as it ripped up vital organs. It made the after kill orgies more messy but increased the profits for the butcher. In not many more years the firestick would wipe the She-Mare race from the planet.