The princess is a horse

The princess was a tired

horse , unusually tired. Unaccustomed to the long journey, she felt utterly exhausted. The rider knew
this. This was his third horse in two months. None of them were suited for the task, but he was helpless, hampered by circumstances
. He was only permitted to use such horses.

He glanced at the woman following behind; for her, being hampered was more than just a metaphor.
She had walked this long distance barefoot, doing more than his horse. Her feet had suffered greatly, and he had managed to
lightly wrap them with scraps of cloth to alleviate the pain, but that was all.

No more was allowed.

The rider was astonished that the girl had endured so long; there was still a long way to go.

He looked away, his body burning with desire like any man who had even glanced at her. This was
inappropriate for him, for the route had already been set.

Scanning ahead, he noticed the mud-walled houses and sighed with relief. Soon they
could stop, do their chores, and then get a good night's sleep. In his opinion, two months of travel was
far too long ; it wasn't just the horse that was exhausted.

He rode forward, the girl following lightly. The rider saw people
gathering , if this half-dozen buildings could even be called a town. The men, women, and
children who had initially been secretly observing them were now emerging from their hiding places.

No, not to look at him; he only attracted attention when he spoke. They had come out to see the girl.

He had to admit she was striking. Completely naked, she had walked and run as much as she could along the way. She didn't
cover her body with her hands because she couldn't. Her wrists and upper arms were bound together, her elbows pulled back and tied
behind her back, almost touching. Around her neck was a collar, and a leather and steel bit was held across
her mouth, preventing her from uttering a word.

Her ankles were bound with leather straps and iron rings for added restraint, but most shameful of all were her private parts: two
pink nipples were pierced with rings, and the silver bells on them jingled merrily with every movement. A tail made of
long hair . This thing was connected to a plug inserted into her vagina,
impossible to remove. Finally, a thin rope with two large beads could be seen hanging from her genitals
.

This bizarre sight was enough for the locals to remember and talk about for a lifetime.

The rider stopped his horse, and the girl obediently stopped as well. She stood panting, covered in dust, her eyes fixed on the ground
before her. She seemed to no longer want to look at people.

Several men took a few steps forward, staring at the dirty yet still beautiful woman beside the rider. The rider saw questioning and undisguised lust in
their eyes. Expected, as it should be.

And so it began.

"What's going on here?" one man called out.

"I am a knight, the king's messenger. I am acting on orders," the rider said.

"And her?" another asked, pointing to the naked girl.

"This is his daughter, Princess Tilia."

Everyone except one person burst into laughter.

“A princess, huh?” another said. “She looks more like a whore to me! What did she do to get like
this ? Did she bite off a customer’s dick?”

The crowd burst into laughter again.

The knight leaned forward: “This is indeed Her Highness the Princess. I’ve come to tell a story and announce a
challenge, precisely to save all your lives!”

The crowd fell silent. In this remote outskirts of the kingdom, storytellers were extremely rare, so any entertainment was a
big deal, even if this pair was so strange.

“Tell us your story, old man!” one of them shouted, and the others echoed.

The knight nodded and dismounted. “I will, you need not worry. But first, give me and my horse
some water.”

The request was quickly granted, and a woman brought a goatskin bag full of water. The knight gratefully
took it and drank deeply. Another woman brought a bucket and placed it in front of the horse. The horse looked at it for a while,
seemingly unsure what to do, before dipping its muzzle into the bucket to drink. A third woman kindly approached the girl
with a sheepskin water pouch, but the princess, of course, couldn't reach it, despite her longing gaze. The rider, noticing this, told
the woman to leave. "Ignore her," he commanded.

The woman stepped back, and the crowd watched as the man and horse drank heartily, while the princess suffered from thirst. Only after they had drunk
their fill did the rider begin to do something for the princess. He took the empty bucket in front of his horse and poured in the water he hadn't finished.

Then he placed the water in front of the girl, and she immediately knelt down and plunged her head into the bucket, greedily licking it. The
crowd was astonished by her action.

"Now I'm going to begin my story; please gather closer," the rider said.

When he was sure the crowd's attention was focused, he began to recount why he was there, why
he and the princess had been traveling for two months, while she was naked and bound. He recounted how, during the king's hunt, they
followed the tracks of their prey and happened to pass by the wizard Rud's estate. Mistaking the wizard's horse for
the stag , the king himself shot the murderous animal with an arrow.

Rood, enraged, cursed the king and his kingdom, vowing to turn every living creature in the kingdom into
a horse to atone for his loss.

But the king, a silver-tongued orator, managed to plead for a
way . There was a chance to break the curse and save the kingdom, however slim. But
the price for this chance was Princess Tilia, the king's beloved only daughter. She was the hope of the kingdom
.

The knight continued, explaining that the spell threatening everyone could be broken. The princess, bound by magic, was
no longer a human being, but a beautiful horse. Unless the spell was broken, the rope could not be unbroken, and she
could not wear clothes. Twelve beads were strung together in her vagina. Each month, one would detach from her
body, and the rope would remain hanging between her legs until the last one fell.

This was the crisis; the rope indicated the kingdom's remaining time. When the last bead fell,
no more humans would remain in the kingdom.

The people completely believed the story and frantically asked how to break the curse, just as they had at the time.

The knight said his mission was to find the one who could defeat the curse. This savior would emerge from the princess's body...
He took out the beads, replacing them with his own manly courage. Only passion between a man and a woman could save the kingdom,
for the passion of love was a magic stronger than any sorcerer's.

Some smiled, their eyes fixed on the princess with lust. All they had to do was pull the beads
out and then fuck her hard… Ha, what was so difficult about that?

The knight sighed and warned: the princess was a flawless virgin, her vagina so tight and
magically enhanced that no one had been able to pull out a single bead in the past two months.

There was another danger: anyone who tried to break the curse would pay a terrible price.

People demanded he state the price, but he remained silent. He didn't have the authority.

But this didn't frighten a single person. Gaspold was a haughty giant who knew how to use his assets,
especially with women. He pushed aside the others and approached the princess, who was kneeling and resting in the dust.

"I will save this kingdom!" he shouted, laughing heartily.

The others laughed, though most were both envious and jealous of Gaspold's preemptive move.

The knight watched as Gaspold bent down, grabbed the princess, and pulled her up from the ground. She tightly closed her eyes as he took one of her ringed
nipples into his mouth. She was used to the humiliation and the stares of others, but
it still hurt. Gaspold laughed as he set her down, squeezing her breast hard with one hand and
stroking her helpless body with the other.

"This will make her gain some weight; she's as hard as a boot!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

Gaspold chuckled as he played with her naked body with both hands, pinching and pulling, causing her great pain. He
tried to pull the tail out of her anus but failed. Then he grabbed the rope and beads between the princess's legs and
pulled hard.

The mare screamed and writhed and struggled under the rope.

Several men came out to warn that the princess was clearly suffering, but Gaspold glared at them. He
pulled harder a few more times, making her scream even more agonizingly, but not a single bead came out of her virgin vagina.
Gaspold was somewhat discouraged, but it wasn't over yet. He lifted the girl high, grabbed the rope, and
turned her upside down. The beauty continued to cry out loudly, because Gaspold had only used one rope to suspend her in the air, and
all weight was concentrated in her vagina and the rope inside. Gaspold was greatly surprised and began to shake her back and
forth. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get even a single bead out.

As he pulled out his dagger to pluck out the chain bead, the knight stopped him. "That's enough," he said.

Gaspold cursed and threw the girl to the ground. "Go your way, old man," he mocked, "
and drag this bitch who'll never lick a cock in her life!" He laughed as he walked toward his friends, but the others
didn't laugh. "What's wrong?" he asked, his laughter sounding somewhat like the neighing of a horse.

The people remained silent as they watched Gaspold begin to pay the price.

He was transforming, changing rapidly. Gaspold was on all fours, his face filled with terror, but that expression
vanished as his rapidly changing features shifted. His clothes were ripped apart by his expanding body, and in the blink of an eye, where a burly man
had stood a powerful horse now stood.

The crowd recoiled as the knight began to soothe the new animal. He knew that a human heart resided within the horse's body,
confused and unable to express its emotions. It would go mad.

He sighed as he watched the retreating crowd; this town was doomed. He had never seen
anyone dare to try again after the first.

"I'll try," a voice called from behind.

The knight turned to see a young man, no older than the princess, whom the knight remembered as
the hadn't laughed.

"I'll try, if you permit," he repeated.

"No, Remy!" cried an older woman, and some people stopped in their tracks at the sound of her voice.

“Mama, I have to try. This is to save the kingdom. And I think I know how.” The boy looked
at the knight questioningly, and he nodded. The stakes were too high; the knight couldn’t give up any hope.

Remy went to the princess lying in the dust, still crying, and knelt down beside her. “A little mare,
isn’t she?” Remy said to the knight. Then he grabbed the reins tied to her bit, straightened up, and lifted her
face. “Get up, lovely little mare, let us have a good look at you.”

The people returned, mesmerized by the young man’s actions. Would they see a man become a horse again
?

The knight unharnessed his horse from his mouth and harnessed Gaspold, but he kept a close
eye on what was happening.

Remy continued to encourage the princess in a gentle tone, urging her to stand up, and she did, looking at
the handsome young man. Remy was delighted, and he began to brush the dust off her. His touch was very gentle,
without any hint of intrusion. Moreover, his voice was reassuring, and the princess was captivated by his words.

“Good girl, little mare, you are such a beautiful little mare,” he continued, his voice calm and melodious,
his smile gentle.

Remy took a long rope, tied it to her bridle, threw away the old one, and then raised his long whip,
commanding the somewhat frightened beauty to walk to the center of the paddock.

People gathered around the fence to watch as the knights saddled Gaspold and other saddles.

Remy loosened a section of the rope and softly urged Princess Tilia to walk around him. The little mare was a little confused, but
she found her body obeying his commands. She watched Remy holding the whip in his hand, though he
seemed somewhat indifferent.

Remy began to give commands: knees up, hoofs up, long strides, and so on. The little mare found it
increasingly difficult to keep up with the commands, more so than she had anticipated. Remy didn't intend to use the whip
unless she was too slow to grasp a command or showed signs of disobedience. Instead, he would gently tap her
to focus her attention and dispel her fear.

As she stretched the rope in a large circle, the mare began to calm down, truly feeling
at peace . Everything was right, wonderful; this training seemed so natural for her. She didn't even mind
the heavy whip lashing her side; it was the rightful punishment, and she strived for perfection, avoiding repeating the same mistakes.

After a while, a gasp rippled through the crowd, for where there had been only two beads, now
three were visible.

This caught the knight's attention; he had said that no one could move even a single bead.

The lessons grew increasingly complex. Under the whip, the princess had to learn how to walk, when to walk, maintain her gait,
and even trot and gallop. These fancy horse stances that Remy trained the princess in were never used on a human before.
But Remy didn't consider the princess human; how could he? She was a beautiful horse.

He continued training her until two more beads fell, and then the girl stopped; she was tired. Now she
had five beads, and her vulva looked smoother and fuller than ever before.

Remy led the pony to the manger to drink. He picked up a cloth and washed her from head to toe, praising her incessantly
.

This time, Princess Tilia didn't mind his touch; she felt proud when he praised her for being obedient and clever.
Remy massaged her downwards, and she smiled at him, enjoying the pleasure of his praise.

Another bead fell; now there were six.

Remy took a horse brush and untied the rope that bound the princess's hair into two pig tails. He combed her
hair, letting it cascade down her jade-like back, her beautiful long hair shimmering in the afterglow of the setting sun. Then,
leaving her alone, he went into the barn next to the paddock. He came out with a small cart, harnessed her to the shafts
, and nimbly climbed aboard.

She stood quietly, waiting, and at his command, she immediately pulled the cart with all her might. It was difficult at first, but
urged on by the whip and guided by the driver, she quickly found her rhythm, pulling him faster and faster around the paddock.

Someone opened the gate to the paddock, and Rémy led his little mare through the town's buildings.

They ran lap after lap, Rémy laughing loudly, praising Princess Medicia, who at his
command sometimes walked slowly, sometimes trotted, her head held high.

The townspeople were delighted and astonished to see a naked woman harnessed, and they liked
it . They cheered and clapped, the couple circling the town endlessly until he brought her
back .

He let her drink again, even finding some salt for her to eat, putting it in her mouth with his hand while
caressing her body with his other. Like everyone else except the princess, he noticed three more beads falling
out . He also found the girl very excited, but not enough, and he had racked his brains. He
untied her from the carriage and washed her again, but as time passed, he realized it was to no avail.

The knight saw this too, and he was very sad, walking into the paddock.

The horse princess saw him come in and neighed a warning to Remy. She now finally realized
how close she was to salvation, and she didn't want Remy to fail.

"Young man," the knight began.

"I know," Remy replied, gazing at the girl's face, which touched his heartstrings. He suddenly
had an idea, "I'm not finished yet," he said. "It seems finished," the knight said

. “Perhaps, but there’s still a glimmer of hope. I need your help.” Remy turned to the knight, who shook his head . “I can’t help you. I can’t do anything for her except protect the princess.” “No problem. Because what you need to do isn’t for her, but for me!” Ten minutes later, when Remy emerged from the barn, everyone was astonished. He was completely naked, his wrists bound to his upper arms, his elbows tied behind his back. He had a bit in his mouth and a tail behind him. He walked toward the princess, who stared at him, utterly surprised by this stallion searching for a mate. The mare was startled again, but she didn’t know what she was afraid of. She anxiously pawed , seeing the stallion’s penis erect and trembling slightly in front of her. He was clearly displaying his excitement, and it worked on the girl; another bead fell, leaving two. The mare ran in circles in the paddock, not letting the stallion get too close. They neighed at each other, and finally ran together . They rubbed their heads and bodies against each other, expressing their deep affection in this only way they could. Another bead fell, leaving only one. People were mesmerized, watching from the fence as Tii and Remy chased and played in the paddock. The princess ran ahead, while the farm boy ran merrily behind, deliberately letting him catch up each time, their bodies brushing against each other before she slipped away. Everyone could see the burning love in the young couple's eyes and bodies; many couples by the fence also became intimate, lost in their own world. The last bead fell, and the world seemed to stand still. The Horse Princess looked at the bead that had been inside her for two months, then she looked up and saw Remy standing quietly beside her, bound by ropes. She turned and knelt, her legs spread, her full, beautiful buttocks raised. Remy approached her, kneeling behind her, and they pressed tightly together, as if born for each other, and in some ways they truly were. They grew increasingly excited, even though Remy found each step difficult; finally, they reached climax together, and the curse was lifted. The princess found her bonds had come loose, and she could cry out her feelings like any other woman. The waves of ecstasy receded, and the princess felt Remy pull away. She rolled over to face her lover. When she saw , she screamed. Remy stood behind her, his face filled with terror. He was transforming from man to horse; in an instant, he was no longer human , but a true horse, with sleek lines and a gleaming coat. "No!" the princess cried, "The curse is broken! He succeeded!" The knight entered the enclosure and shook his head. "The spell has indeed been broken, the kingdom saved, but a price must be paid. Anyone who tries must pay the price, whether they succeed or fail." The princess wept, rising and running to Remy. She clung tightly to his neck, her bare chest rubbing against his rough mane. "This is not fair! This man saved the kingdom, he saved me!" she cried. "I can't do anything," the knight said sadly. "But I must do something!" Princess Tilia said. She released Remy and looked up at the sky. " Wizard !" she cried. "Rud the Wizard! I want you to appear before me, Rud the Wizard! I know you've been watching, your plan has failed! Now show yourself!" The knight thought the princess had gone mad. But immediately a gust of wind swept through, dust billowing, and Rud the Wizard appeared before them. He looked sullen. "You have broken the curse, our pact is over," he said. "No, our pact is not over. Why must this man be transformed? He successfully broke your curse, is this his reward?" the princess said.

“He paid the price for your freedom, Your Highness. Even I cannot change this powerful magic.
He can never become human again.”

The princess was nearly collapsing, but she managed to hold herself together. “You must have some way, splendid
wizard!”

The wizard considered for a moment. He knew that only intense love could break the curse, a love that, once
begun , could not be ended. “Very well, but you must make a difficult choice,” he said.

“Tell me!” the princess pleaded.

“His human essence has vanished forever, that is a fact. But you are full of it, powerfully strengthened by
your love. I can try my best to restore him, if you are willing to share with him, but you will
pay a price. Neither of you will be fully human, but human-shaped horses, forever.”

The princess turned pale. “You mean I have to return to how the curse was?”

“Yes, Your Highness. This young man too, you will both become like that.”

The knight objected: “Princess Tilia!”

“Do it, wizard!” the princess cried, “Cast the spell now!”

Another gust of wind swept by, and the wizard was gone. When the dust settled, where the horse had been stood, stood Remy,
bound by ropes just as before his transformation. But those ropes could never be untied.

Beside him stood the princess; she looked at him, and the two walked together, bumping and rubbing against each other, snorting
silently in gratitude.

The crowd dispersed, and the knight approached the lovers. He removed their ropes and led them out of the paddock.
Gaspold was waiting, still uncomfortable in his horse form. The knight mounted, leading the mare on his left and
the stallion on his right. He commanded Gaspold to go; he would take the lovers to see the king. They galloped
merrily , and the kingdom was saved.

"What did you say?"

"I said you're a bastard!" " What did you say

?" The wizard Rudd looked at the drunken king before him and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
Frankly , he almost wet himself with joy at the thought of the king's first meeting with his son-in-law.

When the two ponies appeared together, the king nearly fell off his throne.
How be running around wagging her tail, heavily pregnant?

The knight explained that Princess and Lord Remy had gone a little too far with their play.

Just as the king was about to faint, he appeared and lifted the spell on the princess and her lover. He
claimed it was a new potion, but in reality, it was just a cruel joke. He immediately offered
an apology, along with a precious gift.

The king's face turned ashen. What could he do to the wizard? Apart from the parties involved, everyone else later suffered from
inexplicable amnesia. Even the princess and Remy didn't seem offended by the wizard's wicked humor; they even seemed
quite grateful. Perfect lovers! A special honeymoon! This was what the two heirs to the kingdom said in private. Besides,
they could n't beat him even if they wanted to! The worst part was that he refused to leave the palace.

Rud's current identity was the court magician. He quickly learned all the tricks of the court: sarcasm,
feigned ignorance, and so on. Whenever the king got drunk, he would bring up old grievances, and feigning ignorance was
the perfect excuse .

He had no interest in listening to a drunken king's ramblings or shouts. He only wanted to…admire his
future apprentice.

In Rud's arms was little George, the princess and Remy's child. The little fellow was incredibly clever and as strong as
a colt. A fine specimen! The fruit of great love! He had stayed here for him, after all.

He could teach him fireballs when he was three, my specialty, fire magic… Rud was already ecstatic,
happily lifting George into the air.

Huh! Why is my neck feeling cool?

The seventh time today… never mind… I'll teach him water magic first… So talented…

Seeing his grandson's feat, the king happily downed his drink. "Kahn! Go and call Tii and Remy over, I
have something to say to them." Kahn was the knight's name.

However, this time he didn't obey the order and instead slacked off. Princess and Lord Remy must be very
busy right now!

*Crack!* The whip lashed against her firm, elastic buttocks, making a crisp sound. The princess was dressed in formal attire,
but only her upper body was covered. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her fair buttocks, along with several crimson welts.

She had just misstepped a step; this was the deserved punishment. Today's routine training was over.
Tomorrow would be a grueling outdoor ordeal; she needed to conserve her energy. Thinking of past experiences, Princess Tilia
blushed and her heart raced.

Remy untied her horse's bridle, hooked her chin with his finger, and lightly kissed her cherry lips. "You get all wet at the sight of
the whip !" he said.

"Master is so mean!" Tilia's cheeks flushed, but she obediently raised her buttocks and spread her
long legs. She had indeed endured for a long time; it was time for her reward. As soon as her body was penetrated, she let out
a beautiful moan, like the enchanting sound of a violin.

"You have to wear this to the coronation ceremony the day after tomorrow!" Remy said, straightening up while playing with
the beautiful horsehair inserted into the princess's snow-white buttocks. Tilia made a series of gurgling sounds, it was unclear whether she heard him.

He was indeed very excited, because when the princess received the scepter from the king,
a horsehair would be inserted into her buttocks, and a riding crop would be inserted into her vagina—a testament to their love.

In the stillness of the night, the royal palace was no longer resplendent with gold and clamor, but bathed in silvery
moonlight , incomparably peaceful and serene.

He would lead the newly crowned queen for a walk there. She would be the most beautiful mare in the world, her
skin as white as snow and as smooth as silk, needing no extra adornment, only the crown shining brightly on her head,
the symbol of the kingdom.

Her long, graceful legs would draw breathtaking curves, her full breasts would sway gently, and sweet milk would drip from her pink nipples
from time to time . She would run joyfully under his gentle whip, her flowing hair like
the afterglow of the setting sun.

He was her lover and master. With just a whistle, this noble mare would kneel on the ground, obediently
raising her snow-white, plump buttocks, her golden tail swaying from side to side. Then he would lash her lowly ass with a whip
, making Her Majesty's unseemly, wet cunt crave even more, craving her master's steaming cock.

That was truly right, wonderful, and natural.

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