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The Twelve Labours of Wonder Woman	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 46119 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Billowy, wispy clouds surrounded her, backed by an endless ocean of clear blue extending in all directions.
There was a down; by reflex she had used her flying power to stay aloft, but it was a weak, faint pull, and there was nothing underneath to fall towards, just more clouds and sky. A sun could be seen peeking behind the shifting clouds, but to her bafflement it was seemingly not always in the same place. The mutable cloudscape made fixing references difficult.
Was this another realm made from a broken aspect of the world? How many such places could there be, each different to the other?
A light breeze played over her, making her long hair flow; it was no longer wet now, just as she was no longer dressed only in paint and accessories. Her clothing had been restored again, this time directly over her body, though her bustier seemed to tighter on her bosom than before, barely covering her past her aureoles. Perhaps that was intentional, she thought, wondering which of the Olympians was responsible.
The golden lasso remained coiled around her upper arm, the amulet pieces still held by it, and carefully she removed them. Closing her eyes, she felt the faint tug, the call of the amulet, yearning to be whole, leading in a direction as apparently featureless as any other.
Heeding the amulet, she flew.

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Estimating time was suspect, but it was nearly an hour of flight before between the nebulous shrouds she sighted several masses of land, suspended in air, close to each other, in defiance of even the weak gravity. Islands, she realized, floating islands adrift in a sea of water vapor. The blanketing clouds made their number uncertain, and judging their size was also difficult; her initial estimates needed adjustment after it took her longer than expected to grow close enough to see details. Once near enough, she cautiously circled the larger mass at a distance, noticing a few forest-covered mountains and vast short-grassed plains, but no signs of human habitation. To her surprise, a river born in one of the surrounding, smaller islands, cascaded down in a misty spray to fall on the larger one, feeding a large lake.
She saw movement in the plain by the lake, and flew down.
White as the clouds, they raced over the green field, fleet and graceful, beauty in motion. Diana stared, fascinated; they were the most beautiful horses she had ever seen. She landed carefully at a prudent distance and moved closer on foot. The herd grew nervous at first, but she approached slowly, careful to avoid threatening moves, and after a while earned their trust with soft words and gentle motions. Soon her hands moved over their strong flanks and necks, caressing the long manes, whispering compliments. She wondered who kept these fine creatures here? They were not likely wild, not only because they accepted her presence so quickly, but also since as far as she could see, they appeared to be all mares. That did not seem a natural situation.
"Oh, crap," a voice many paces behind her muttered behind her. "Surprise inspection!"

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Trying not to spook the white mares, Diana turned cautiously, prepared for the worst, worried about not having heard anyone else approach amidst the noises of the heard. She could not afford to be so careless.
Clad in brown and green, they walked out of the knee-high grass that had hid them from sight. Their feet shuffled nervously and their eyes did not rise from the ground but for fleeting, anxious glances.
"Welcome, O Exalted Lady Who graces us with her presence!" The greeting by the older one had ceremonial intonations. "Blessed are our humble charges and we lowly servants by Your Presence!"
"-Thy Presence!"
The older one ignored the correction from his companion and knelt on one knobby knee, followed with frantic speed by the others.
Diana looked at the half-dozen two-feet-tall humanoids with growing bafflement. "There's no need for that. Who are-?"
"Forgive us for not having been ready for Your arrival! We are but simple hands of The Gods! We-!"
"There's nothing to forgive. I don't think-"
"Please, Great Lady of the Hunt, Maiden of the Forest, accept our-!"
"Maiden of the-? You think I am-?"
"See! Told you!" Another of the small goblin-like creatures rushed forward, pushing the previous spokesman aside. "We meant no offense, Oh Most Beauteous Aphrodite! We're just struck dumb by Your countenance!"
"-Thy countenance!"
"Aphrodite? But I'm not-"
A third jumped up, rising his arms. "O GREAT POWERFUL HERA! HIGHEST QUEEN OF OLYMPUS! FORGIVE THE BLINDNESS OF THESE IDIOTS-!"
"Please! I'm not-!"
The first little man shook his head. "Queen Hera? Are you joking? We would have been punished into oblivion already if-"
The second one gestured towards Diana. "Come on! Look! Who else but Lady Aphrodite Herself would look like THAT?"
The third one pulled on his scraggly, spare hair. "SHUT UP! I BEG YOU LISTEN NOT THEM GREAT HERA-! THEY ARE MORONS! YOUR OWN FABLED BEAUTY IS UNMISTAKEABLE-!"
"THY-!"
"Didn't you brain-dead assholes see Her with the mares? Who else but the Patron Goddess of all Beasts would-?"
"Like Aphrodite couldn't charm any creature alive or dead! LOOK AT HER! Didn't just looking give you the hardest-?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE BEFORE A GODDESS-!"
"I am not a goddess," Diana cut in, embarrassed. "Olympus forgive me, I'm just-"
"She's incognito, you idiots! Respect her choice of disguise-!"
"I'm not-"
"Please, O GREAT LADY, we know we are really behind schedule! As our latest filed report explained, the procedure continues to show complications-!"
"Damn thing is not cooperating at all-!"
"Really, I'm not-!"
"We need an extension-!"
"We have the paperwork ready to-!"
"WILL YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME?"
The short beings froze into silence at Diana's outburst, except for the whimper of one whose leather breaches showed an obvious damp patch growing.
"I am not a goddess. Incognito or not. Honestly."
One of them glanced about before speaking up nervously. "Really?"
"Really."
"You really look like a goddess."
Diana could not help but blush.   "I-Thank you, but really, I'd never dream of passing myself as an Olympian. I swear so."
The one with the moist crotch grimaced. "Then who the fuck are you?"
"I am Diana, Princess of the Amazons of Themyscira."
"Oh, shit. Royalty? Should we bow again or curtsy or what-?"
"That isn't necessary-"
"Wait, doesn't she have way too much tit there for an Amazon? Didn't those broads cut off-?"
"Will you shut up? Be respectful!"
"Tell that isn't a lot of-"
"She's royalty! She may have been sent by Olympus!"
"Well, in a way, I was."
"CRAP! I KNEW IT! WE'RE GOING TO BE FIRED!"
Diana sighed. "We need to talk."

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The complex of low galleys was attached to a gentle hill just by the great plain, their roofs covered by green growth, making them difficult to discern from the air. There was at least a dozen more of the small cattle-hands, performing various tasks in and around the stables. Small as they were, they were clearly skilled in their crafts. The fillies were at ease under their ministrations, and proved compliant when needed.
Diana nodded with approval. "You are doing good work with them."
The elder, a wizened headman named Eliopoulus, scratched the fringe of scraggly hair surrounding his pointed ears. "Only in the care of the fillies, I'm afraid. Our primary purpose still eludes us. Soon, if we cannot produce any viable offspring from the Prime Subject, we'll need to start arranging for the breeding of yet another new beta generation, and hope for better luck. But I fear it would be equally fruitless."
"How long have you been trying?"
"This is the fortieth generation." He looked at his oversized feet, shaking his head. "We may be at the end of all viable paths. The environmental conditions, including magical substrates, are as optimum as can be achieved. We have scouted and analyzed all prospects of improvement by further crossing with every breed currently on Earth, studying any possible genetic enhancement, praying to Great Poseidon for guidance, anything that would allow for increased strength and resilience, but I am afraid we can no longer improve the herd by just selective breeding with normal equine strains."
"But they are already magnificent! I've never seen their like, on Themyscira or elsewhere! How much stronger would they need to be? How drastic is the difference with the stallion?"
"The first attempts all proved fatal, Princess. Catastrophically so. Our last ones resulted only in broken bones and related injuries, but the procedure really never progressed beyond the preliminaries." His expression was pained. "We've been forced to put down so many, Princess. So many of my best, my most lovely ones. I may now... lack the heart to keep trying."
"But... what about bypassing the act by-?"
"It can't be done! He's too wild, too powerful! Son of Poseidon himself. He could never be made to-"
Diana fingered the golden lasso hanging in glowing loops from her belt. "I can help."

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Already thin and pliable, the local fabric of space bent and twisted, creating a path, a shortcut, that the headman and the Amazon Princess used to walk onto a rocky plateau.
"I could have flown us here," Diana said, her voice low.
"He may have seen us approach. The less conspicuous, the better." With a gesture, the headman then bade Diana to crouch next to him behind a boulder. Peering over its edge, they could see the mighty spring that flowed from a mountain-face, its water filling a large basin before overflowing to cascade down the edge of the plateau, towards the other island miles below. "His hoof struck there. He returns daily to drink from the source."
Diana nodded, and sat on her heels, to wait.
It did not take long. She first heard the loud beating of the powerful wings, then the noise of unshod hoofs, harder than metal, landing on stone. The wind favored them, blowing their scent away, so she could smell him instead, a strong, deep aroma of sweat and musk. Slowly, she edged around the boulder, her soled feet stepping with care lest she make noise.
Then she saw him.
Diana thought she knew what beauty was, what grace was; but she had been mistaken. She had never really known, not until now.
White as the clouds and as graceful as their dance on the sky, he pranced, taking to the air with effortless elegance every few steps, his lines clear and fluid as the purest stream, yet boasting with each motion of all the hidden might that water may have.
Diana stared, fascinated. Son of Poseidon himself, bred on the Gorgon Medusa, taken to the skies by the gods centuries ago.
Staring with awestruck fascination, she could not help but whisper his name.
"Pegasus."

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The great winged stallion reared and neighed, his voice pure and powerful as the greatest waterfall, and then, before Diana could move, he was gone.
"You spooked him!" Grimacing, the headman turned towards the Amazon.
But she was also gone.

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He was a flash of silver, fading fast, losing himself easily in the vastness of the cloudy skies. But she had her eye on him, the eye of the huntress that was one of the gifts of Artemis, goddess of the hunt, and her speed was that of Hermes himself, flashing red, blue, white and gold as she raced in pursuit.
Her speed surprised him, but only for an instant. He neighed and banked to a side, his wide wings sweeping the sky with heartbreaking grace, before he folded them close to the lean, muscular flanks and dove down, hurtling like a missile through the wispy blankets of vapor.
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She had raced against horses before, on foot, in Themyscira, before she had learned to master the gifts of Hermes.
She had never lost a race.
Ever.
But she had never known what a real race was. Not until now.
She laughed, caught in the joy of flight, of speed, and the chase.
Her long hair danced black in the sky as she followed the divine stallion, and golden fire twirled in her hands.

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She caught up with him, again and again, and the golden lasso crossed the sky like lightning, but despite his size, despite the wide spread of his wingspan, he was never even touched. He banked and swerved and sped away, quick and nimble, flowing past her attempts like the quicksilver which his shining mane resembled.
Diana called out his name again, in challenge and praise.
His neigh in return both mocked and encouraged her.
Whispering a brief prayer to Hermes, Diana twisted and swung about, diving at the vanishing speck, focusing her will on her gifts of flight and speed.
She had never lost a race.
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They raced for hours, across countless miles of sky. Many times she thought him lost, but the gift of Artemis never failed her, and she always found him again.
Or perhaps he wanted to be found, loving the race as well, enjoying the unique challenge.
She grinned with almost manic delight, chasing the beautiful steed, pure and distant as a wild dream.
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They dove again, faster than ever, cleaving the clouds like meteors hurtling to their doom, mere seconds away from the other, but at such speed that a second seemed inexorably out of reach.
But Diana would not quit. She had never lost a race.
She could not remember when she had last enjoyed herself so much.
Suddenly, the clouds were gone and rock spread before them, a cruel, sprawling wall of stone, spreading in all directions, looming so much closer every fraction of an instant. Close, too close. And they were going too fast.
Sound had been long left behind for a cry of surprise.
Marshaling all her power, Diana instantly threw her lasso yet again, and the braided strands of gold finally found purchase in the long equine neck. Twisting with all her strength, Diana tossed the stallion aside in a wide sweep, deflecting his flight away from the rocky obstacle with a jerk that would have easily severed the neck of a lesser creature.
An infinitesimal moment later, Diana's back struck the floating island.

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Slowly, against every demand of her body, Diana opened her eyes. Sorting through the fog of fading unconsciousness, she recalled what had happened. She recalled focusing on strength, on resilience, calling upon the endurance of the Earth itself.
She was lying face up, in the center of the wide and deep crater that her impact had carved into a floating mountain of rock, and above her, looming close to lick gently at her cheek, was a blurry vision of silver and pearl, trailing a sliver of gold.
Instantly, she reached out and grabbed her lasso.

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Her battered and bruised body screamed with indignant pain as she strained with effort, the lasso digging into her hands like sharp blades while the stallion fought for freedom. His initial startled tug had pulled her away from the crater with almost as much violence as that of her impact, and his fight against the lasso became only more frantic with each second. But she kept her grip on the lasso, and focused on her power of flight, leveraging against the wild pulls of the bound steed.
She called out to him with concern, worried about his injuring himself in the desperate struggling, but the flying horse knew only that it had to be free.
With a pang of regret and guilt, Diana held on.

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For hours, Pegasus flew and pulled and banked wildly, fighting Diana's hold, fighting the pull of the unbreakable lasso, with power that spoke of his Olympian blood.
If the chase had been a delight, a daring challenge of speed and agility, this instead was a nightmarish punishment, a painful struggle, a hateful ordeal, for Pegasus and Diana alike. It pained the Amazon Princess beyond the physical.
The flying horse was freedom and swiftness embodied, untamed speed made flesh. How dare she try tame him? What right had she to bind him, to tie him down, to deny his nature?
Yet she had a mission to accomplish. One she dare not fail.
Shaken by uncertainty, her grip almost failed for an instant, when suddenly the winged horse dove at her, sharp hooves aimed at her face.

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"She did it! SHE HAS HIM!"
The cattle-hands looked up in amazement, gathering in a hurry, as slowly, Diana flew down, carefully lowering the bound and trussed Pegasus into the center of a cleared enclosure. His legs were bound together and his wings folded against his body, tightly wrapped in multiple loops of the golden lasso, yet he struggled and neighed with fury. When placed on the ground, he twisted and shook violently, but the lariat could not be broken, not even by his strength.
"Would ya look at that!"
"She got him all tied up!"
"Ah! Some would pay well for one like her to-!"
"She tamed him!"
"Silence." The elder shouldered his way past his assistants. "Anyone who thinks him tamed is welcome to try approach him." The were no takers. The elder turned to the Amazon Princess. "You got him. Impressive."
Diana's face showed a turmoil of conflicting emotions, her grip on the taut lasso shifting uneasily. "It was not easy."
"There's a derivative of the Mist of Lethe we can apply in small dosage, so he may tended to, and you may rest."
Diana shook her head. "The natural way may still work. He's just too rash, too energetic. He needs to work out excess energy. I can-"
"You think you can actually tame him? Make him docile?"
"Tame-? No." Diana did not shift her eyes from her captive, and her voice grew pained.    "He should not- He must not."
"But then-?"
"I can try to wear him down. Spend his strength against me."
The elder nodded, but with little conviction.

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With swift, skilled motions, Diana released the stallion's legs, though her lasso still wrapped around his neck and body, keeping his wings bound down. Still, he jumped, with power beyond any earthly equine, and would have cleared out of the whole complex if not for Diana's firm hold. Though she stood in a floating island, this had once been part of Gaea, and with her feet planted on its ground, she could focus on stability, and not be moved, her strength that of the Earth itself.
She pulled, and maneuvered, giving slack and taking it away, again and again, making Pegasus return to the ground when he jumped, trotting by his side as he raced wildly by the enclosure's wide perimeter. She ducked and dodged when he lunged at her, and often escaped the threatening hoofs by such a small margin the onlookers gasped in fright.
She spoke to him, trying to calm him, to gain his trust. But he would not be cowed.
She expected no less of him. She remained after all his captor, his jailer. She kept him in the enclosure, but did not try to force him, would not humiliate him. She could never dream of trying to break his spirit.
The elder looked on, shaking his head. "Won't work," he told his aide. "She's conflicted, and he can sense it, judging it weakness. He's trying to wear her down instead."
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"Princess, you must rest!"
Dusty, sweaty, and weary, she shook her head.

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Uncounted hours later, the stallion finally stood still, and stayed that way, trembling, and breathing.
The few grooms still on duty ran for the elder.
Diana frowned, her breathing showing her weariness as well.
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Cautiously, they brought the mare, a beautiful creature whose sheen of vitality would make any equine breeder weep with envy. Pegasus canted backwards, his nostrils flaring, smelling the heat on her. She began to trot by the edge of the enclosure, and after a moment's hesitation, he followed.
Diana gave him slack, letting the two get close, and ran in pace, at a distance, watchful.
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Finally, it happened. Rising his forelegs, Pegasus mounted the willing mare, with a fluid lunge that made the crowded hands hold their breath with anticipation.
He thrust once, twice. At his third thrust the mare was roughly driven to her fore-knees with a neigh of pain and fear.
Cursing between gritted teeth, Diana pulled, tugging the stallion off the downed mare.
Pegasus reared violently, his voice loud with anger and frustration.
"Sedate him!" The elder's voice boomed with power belying his size. "NOW!"

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"Is the mare-?"
"You were fast enough. She'll recover."
"And him?"
"The dosage needed to put him under was thrice larger than expected." Several grooms attended the sleeping stallion, their monitoring devices surprisingly modern for their context. "Once we're sure he is stable and suffering no side effects, we can proceed with the manual-" He paused at evident discomfort. "You need not be present if you-"
"No. I have to see it through."
"Are you sure?"
Diana nodded. "I got him here. He's my responsibility now. I want to... do it myself."

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Lying on his side, Pegasus stirred just slightly as she entered the stall. Her lasso still held him, but it was now secured to massive security structures deeply anchored into the bedrock below. She placed her hand gently on his flank, feeling his ribcage expand with each breath.
She had spent time at the stables in Themyscira when younger, learning. She knew what had to be done.
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She stroked gently, yet insistently, caressing and encouraging, bringing him closer to full hardness, the massive member growing longer than her forearm.
The elder whispered advice, his eyes alternating towards the monitoring devices. The collection paraphernalia had been readied. After a while, he shook his head.
"The drug is inhibiting his functions too much. We need to get him closer to wakefulness, but it may be too dangerous. He could-"
"Go ahead," Diana said, continuing her ministrations.
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The winged stallion squirmed and tossed, his breathing faster and faster, as Diana worked on him with increased fervor. The equine erection was almost fully rigid, and glistened with the lubrication. Ignoring the elder's misgivings, she drew much closer, pressing tight against him, using her body to provide more stimulation, rubbing against his male-hood with her torso, while whispering to him, egging him on.
Roused even further by the stimulation, Pegasus snorted and shook, his legs trying to kick, to find purchase and stand. The elder cried a warning, but Diana held them in position, using her strength to keep the stallion stable, trying to reassure him with her touch, her voice, even as she pushed him to further excitement.
The elder spoke his encouragement, the anticipation his voice rising, as did the tension in the stallion's body.
Pegasus neighed loudly, a powerful shudder running through his restrained frame, and Diana looked up, catching his eye.
Artemis had gifted her with the eye for the hunt, but also communion with the beasts, the enhanced empathy that allowed her to bond with the creatures men called animals, to share and sense their feelings and intentions. She suddenly was aware of what was happening as if being a detached observer. She saw Pegasus bound, held against his will, drugged into submission, while being physically stimulated, forced, into sexual arousal, driven mechanically towards culmination. Diana blinked, unsettled, and for an instant, she was again under the Manticore, held still, helpless under her ravisher's hateful weight and the maddening numbness born of his sting, while he used her, entered her, forced her body to obey the instinctive responses her mind renounced, inflaming her flesh with unwanted excitement that rushed her toward orgasm.

"No," she cried, softly, and drew away. In response to her will, the golden lasso's coils loosened, falling away from the anchor structures.
With a loud neigh, Pegasus sprang to his feet, free. He kicked, and the structure behind him shattered. Amidst the cries and curses of the small men, he jumped straight up, crashing through the roof, the loose lasso hanging from his neck. His wings spread wide and beat with such power that all near were flattened to the ground by the resulting turbulence, except for the Amazon Princess who stood straight, her eyes full of relief while following the diminishing speck of silver and gold in the sky.
The elder staggered to his feet. "Why? Why did you-?"
"He is too proud, too... pure. To force him like that..." She clenched her fists. "It was wrong. I couldn't do that to him. Not like that. It would have been a sin."
"Princess, all our work, generations of effort-!"
"The end does not justify the means."
"Then all is lost. We have failed-"
"There is always a way. A right, proper way."
Without further explanation, Diana took to the air.

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Diana finally found him, near the spring where she had first him. He reared and whinnied, his whole body screaming his outrage.
"You have every right to be angry." She spoke softly, remaining at a distance, her empty hands spread apart in a gesture of appeasement. "I wronged you. Wronged you as I would not wish to be wronged. I-I can only say that I'm sorry. I am truly sorry."
Pegasus stared at her, nostrils flaring.
"I was fixated on achieving what was expected of me, on succeeding at the task I was given, and... almost did to you what an enemy did to me." She grimaced. "I almost became the same as what I had faced and hated."
She lowered her eyes, and went down to one knee.
"Please accept my apologies. Please forgive me."
She remained still, her eyes on the ground, while Pegasus snorted and paced.
"Please forgive me," she repeated. Contrite, she did not look up, even as his hoofs struck sparks off the rocky ground barely a step away from her.
After a while, Pegasus stopped pacing, standing close to the kneeling amazon. He lowered his head and gave hers a nudge.
Diana looked up at the stallion. To her relief, the anger was gone from his eyes.
He snorted softly and nudged her head again, gently, before stepping back a pace.
Slowly, Diana stood up. Pegasus drew closer and brushed the side of his head against hers. She closed her eyes, and leaned against him, her cheek against his. They stood like that for an extended while, as Diana basked in the warm contact, in the noble creature's forgiveness, in his generous lack of resentment.
"Thank you," she whispered.
With careful slowness, she placed one hand on his strong neck, running her fingertips over its warm, soft surface, feeling the powerful muscles beneath, the beat of his flowing life. She stepped slightly to a side, still stroking him softly, and his head followed her.
"I wish I could... make amends."
His head nuzzled against her cheek again, and then moved down, brushing her neck and shoulder, and then her upper chest. His nostrils flared against her skin, and his nose nudged the small pouch now holding the amulet fragments over the start of her cleavage, pending from her neck with a strong leather strap.   Diana stepped back nervously, her face reddening, while two points of growing stiffness began to push against the gold-plated cups of her bustier.
"Please." She spoke softly, her face growing even warmer as her fingers slid over his neck towards the loose noose of her lasso around it. "Allow me to finish releasing you."
She touched the golden rope and there was a sudden exponential jump in her perception of his emotional and physical state. She almost stumbled backwards, shaken at the intensity of his feelings, the strength of his longings and frustration.
"By Aphrodite... You... You really-?" She nervously brushed her hair aside, with one hand still resting on him. "Of course, you have never... because of your strength... you poor thing."
The stallion's large eyes sparkled at her, eloquently.
"But if I-?"
Uneasy, she looked away, and became even more flustered with her glancing view of his hindquarters.
"Oh, Gods. Could that-?"
His nose again nuzzled at her shoulder, and she nearly trembled with uncertainty, perhaps even fear. She felt his nervous energy, his barely restrained urgency, through both the physical and empathic contact, and became aware again of the parallels and contrasts to her past experience with the Manticore. She had been wronged, but used the very act of her abuse to achieve victory, to overcome her predicament and prevail over her foe. In turn, she had almost wronged this noble, beautiful creature, with an equally improper imposition, but perhaps the very acts she had almost forced upon him could become the way to redeem her offense.
"But I did ask... how to make amends." She stroked his side, feeling his ribcage expand and contract with his breathing. "To deserve... your forgiveness."
She moved along his flank, her hands and body brushing against his powerful frame as she leaned lower.
"Aphrodite help me," she muttered. With his now obvious willingness the task seemed much more daunting than before.
She bit her lower lip, nervous, but determined.
"It's the least I should do."

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Eliopoulus, the headsman, ran as fast as his old legs allowed, summoned from his quarters by the multitude of excited voices. He reached the clearing out of breath, and leaned on younger shoulders, to stare in surprise.
Pegasus spread his wings and reared, his voice loud and clear. He settled down and lowered his head, nuzzling against the shoulder of the disheveled Amazon Princess. Her long black hair was wild and caked with drying fluids, much like those covering her glistening skin and frayed clothes. Her golden lasso was clasped at her hip, and the stallion stood by her side, unbound, yet completely at ease.
She shifted her weight unsteadily from foot to foot, apparently on the verge of exhaustion, yet she smiled, stroking the stallion's silver mane.
"You can bring one of the mares to him now."
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Diana whispered softly in the stallion's ear, and stepped aside, her steps slow and careful.
Confidently, Pegasus strode towards the mare, a lovely, vibrant creature of dappled coat and shiny eyes.
"Gently, dear," Diana called out, when he mounted the mare. "You know how."
The grooms stood ready, prepared for the worst, but no intervention became necessary. Soon, all started clapping softly, among subdued laughter and cheers, while wary of spoiling the stallion's mood.
"He knows his strength now," Eliopoulus said, amazed. "He can measure himself, and what his mate can take."
Diana nodded, smiling.
"Bring him another," she said, when Pegasus finished. "And ready several more. He will go on for all day."
"All day?"
"Oh, yes. He is truly tireless."
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"The project is saved, gods be praised!"
"Praised indeed." She smiled. She had slept for several hours, and had just bathed and changed into clean robes provided by her hosts, before joining the headsman at his table for a repast of assorted fruits and dates.
"How can we thank you, Princess?"
"There's no need for that.   It was my pleasure, to help you, and him."
"We must wait for confirmation, but if just one out of each ten foals successfully, it will be enough." Eliopoulus was too excited to touch his food, while Diana just picked at the plates politely. "But most likely it shall be more than that," he added. "He has godly blood. Olympian blood. It's almost warranted!"
Diana raised one eyebrow. "Really?"
"Oh, yes. The potency of Olympian bloodlines ensures offspring in nearly all matings with mortal partners."
"All... matings?"
"Yes, historically-"
"Even involving... different species?"
"Oh, that happened often in the old days, but it's not a concern here. While Pegasus was sired on a woman, he is mostly equine anatomically."
"Of course he is."
"So the mares are perfectly compatible. All our studies-"
"But if he mated with a different kind of female? A human one?"
"A human? That hardly seems possible. Even with the control he now shows, his size and strength-"
"Yet Lord Poseidon coupled in full equine shape with his dam."
"But Medusa was not an ordinary human. She was a Gorgon."
"But not immortal, and was changed into monstrous shape only afterwards, precisely because of what happened-"
"Still, she may have been far stronger and more resilient-"
"As I am."
"Yes, exactly. It would need someone with physical attributes as enhanced as yours to even complete such a coitus. Even discounting size, he's so much stronger than even a normal Earthly horse that-"
"So is it possible that he could actually... impregnate someone like me?"
The elder headsman frowned. "Possible? Yes, it is. Particularly here. In modern Earth, the underlying physical laws may impede such miscegenation, even with his godly blood, but in realms such as this, it's far more likely. The magical sub-strata here prove particularly favorable, that's why the project was located-"
"I see. And how about other magical creatures?"
"Other-?"
"Like a manticore. Could such a being-?"
"Nonsense! Pegasus and a manticore? I doubt highly that-"
"I meant a manticore and... someone like me. In a similar magical realm."
"Ah, an interesting scenario." He held his chin, deep in thought. "It would depend on various factors. Most such beings were magically-spawned hybrids, so even back on old Earth, with the stronger magical fields of the time, most likely they'd be sterile. But in differently patterned realities like those accessible via Tartarus, it might be quite possible, if involving someone capable of enduring the physical rigors of such an act and bearing the results."
"Someone like me." Diana stood, and walked towards the curtained window. "So the danger exists."
"Danger? Well, yes, if you'd call it like that."
"And the possible offspring... would they... take after the father or the mother?"
"Another interesting conjecture. When in centuries past, Olympians in bestial shapes coupled with mortals, the results were most often human, since such was their basic essence, despite the shapes worn. But when mortals bred with magical creatures, as did Phasiphae, wife of Minos, the result-"
Diana frowned. "The Minotaur."
"Yes, reportedly it bore combined animal and human features. Similar origins are speculated for Kentaurides. Some vague records even speak about the famous Atalan-"
"How soon after the act could one know, about such... conception."
"Well, the seed of Pegasus, or any other being of Olympian-blood, could conceivably survive and remain potent for several weeks."
"So the time of the month would be irrelevant."
"Yes." The headsman rose from his seat, and stared at the beautiful Amazon standing over twice his size. He cleared his throat before speaking again: "If my lady would remain with us for a pair of weeks, I'd be honored to do the necessary... tests."
Diana turned, with a one-sided smile. The headsman was no fool. "My quest must continue. I must still locate the amulet fragment in this realm." She shrugged. "At every step, there are risks. I must face them all the same."
The headsman nodded. "You are an avatar of the Olympians, Princess. Your choices are your own, and your trials are beyond what one like me would ever bear, much less judge. You honored us with your help, and will always have our gratitude." He bowed and pressed his head against her hands. "I cannot speak of this... manticore. But Pegasus is a demigod, of Olympian blood, Princess. Some things may be a blessing."
Diana did not reply.

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She heard the neigh and awoke. By the bed improvised to accommodate her height, were her clothes, mended and cleaned, which she took with her.
Heavy clouds covered the erratic sun in their slow drift, creating a semblance of night, letting only a faint light pass, yet Pegasus shone like bright silver among the shadows.
Diana felt her heart jump at his pristine beauty, but she placed her hands on her hips and spoke sternly.
"You may have really gotten me in trouble, you know?"
With the vast wings folded by his side, Pegasus cantered forward, towards her. She tensed at his proximity, her body reacting to his very physical presence, to his scent, his aura of power, grace, and virility; that brought intense echoes of what had come before.

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She had stroked his length, gently, but firmly, and the spongy member grew harder and harder in her hands, under her tongue and lips, much faster than the previous time, whose memory she now sought to dispel. The large, pendulous scrotum was a darker silver, and she kissed and licked it tenderly at first, sucking playfully at the testicles within before releasing them, enjoying his strong taste and smell. She then licked up the length of his shaft, ending with her lips on its flaring end, kissing its rim before opening her mouth as wide as she could.
She almost choked instantly. He sought to thrust, powerfully, into her mouth, but she managed to bid him to stay still with her touch, her hands guiding his motions, instructing him to control his energy, his restless anticipation, and let her do the work.
It took mere seconds for him to explode, filling her mouth and spilling all about her, in sprays that bathed her face and chest, like the fountains and springs classically associated to his name. With eyes closed, she swallowed, choked and spit, overwhelmed by the shower of warm, fluid essence of life, that coated her face and body.
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His nose again nuzzled her cheek.
Diana breathed deeply, closing her eyes. "If the headsman is right, even if I succeed at this quest, I may... have to give some very... awkward explanations."
He snorted and his muzzle moved down her neck.
"Gods, you spent hours mounting dozens of fillies! Haven't you had enough?"
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It had not been enough. He remained hard, perhaps even more than before, and his restless need, was unabated.
She gasped and breathed heavily, her hands pushing on his powerful hindlegs to moving back and from under him, feeling all of his built-up tension, his powerful vitality, through the contact with his warm skin, sharing his nervous energy, his restlessness as if it were his own.
But surely she could not.
She was a Princess, and Champion of her people. Pegasus, marvelous and unique as he was in his winged splendor, in his almost breath-taking grace and power, was a horse. Even the Manticore had been clearly a sentient creature, despite his grotesqueness, and ultimate base nature. While clearly above any mundane horse in every respect, could Pegasus be considered a sentient as well? Was his Olympian heritage manifested only in his physical powers and equine beauty?
She could only know for certain the intensity of his feelings, of his need, for her, of her; so powerful and clear and overwhelming, rushing through her mind and body alike, so intense that she could not keep from being swept along in its careening escalation, in its demand for release.
And what about her own feelings? Even if she could ignore her empathic response, her echoing of his overwhelming urges, how did she truly feel towards such an outrageous choice?
She got nervously to her feet, shaking her head and wiping her face.
While Pegasus was by blood a demigod, a scion of Poseidon himself, she had put her people in deadly danger by refusing the advances of the highest among the Olympians. How could she take such an opposite choice now? Just because she felt she owed compensation, just because, unlike before, it now felt... right.
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His nose brushed her hair aside with a quick nudge, exposing her upper chest. His warm breath on the sensitive skin above the swell of her breasts gave her goosebumps.
He snorted softly, and then drew back slightly. His mouth opened, exposing his perfect teeth.
She held her breath, nervous. He had not done that before. But without hesitation she arched her back, pushing her chest forward. Two points of growing stiffness began to push against the gold-plated cups of her bustier.

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She backed to the face of a sloping cliff, loosening the lacing at her back.
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She wondered, nervously, if he would bite at her chest through her top, or would his teeth just fasten on its fabric, to tug it off, as prelude to more. How rough would it be to feel his teeth there, on her teats?
Her nipples ached in tense expectation.
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Stepping off her clothes, she tossed her soaked hair to a side, and turned, leaning forward at the waist to place her hands firmly against a rocky ledge. She spread her long legs wide, and set her booted feet flat, willing them steady against the hard ground. She would need to be well anchored.

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For a moment, the uncertainty returned, approaching panic, and she nearly balked at that last moment.
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"Gently, please," she muttered.
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Gleaming pearly white despite the darkness of night, Pegasus’s teeth flashed forward.

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Diana gasped.
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Pegasus drew back, tugging softly at the small pouch now held between his teeth.
Diana blinked repeatedly in surprise.
"I-Is that-?" She stepped forward, following the beckoning of his pull on the pouch, her face flushed with frustrated anticipation. "What are you... trying to tell me?"
Pegasus tugged again at the pouch containing the two amulet fragments, and scrapped at the ground with one hoof.
Trusting him, Diana untied the securing strap, letting the pouch be held by his teeth alone.
Pegasus then gestured with his whole head, gestured up.
Diana frowned, and then nodded.
He leaned and released the pouch into her hand. Then he bent his forelegs and knelt before her.
"You want me to... mount you?"

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Ultimately, her resolve held, as did her balance, and the strength in her legs, as unable to wait any longer, Pegasus mounted Diana.

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Diana sat astride the stallion’s powerful back, leaning forward to hold onto his strong neck, her knees bent high because of his wings, thighs pressed firmly against his sides. She gripped the silken silver of his mane, the pouch held as well in her right hand, its strap wrapped several times around it.
Pegasus flew fast, rushing through thickenings clouds, while she felt the amulet's call grow in power every second.
She was surprised at the stallion's understanding and initiative. Could he sense the amulet's spell, its call to be whole? What else did he know that she had not realized?
The clouds about them grew denser and darker, and suddenly they were shaken roughly, almost dislodging Diana and throwing her off her back, caught in furious turbulence.
Pegasus neighed, and beat his wings faster and faster.
Could he be so much more intelligent than she had believed? How did that change her feelings about what they had shared? Should they change at all?
A fierce storm had already formed around them, and lightning flashed between pitch-black patches. Diana closed her eyes against stinging wind gusts, and gripped his mane more securely, pressing her head to his neck, her trailing hair actually pulling painfully on her head.
Resolutely, Pegasus dove right at the swirling maelstrom before him, a dark pit of ominous depth, while Diana strained to hold on, to endure the ride.
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The winged horse rode her, rode her hard and fast.
She strained under him, under his great weight and size, and even greater power, gasping, grunting and crying out in pain, and shock, and astonishment.
His forelegs had landed on the sloping granite surface before and above her, and where his diamond-like hoofs struck, water gushed forth, twin newborn springs foreshadowing the goal to which the stallion and his mate raced with wild urgency.
After she helped guide him, he had rushed into her in a single fluid stroke, diving through her wetness despite her tightness and his size. Driving all the way into her depths, the softer tissue of his flaring head struck with staccato intensity against the sensitive spot just below her cervix, making her gasp, and moan and whimper. She was amazed by how big and powerful he felt over her, and inside her: too big to take completely no matter how much she wished she could. She knew not how much of him she managed to take, but even the partial penetration hurt her as she had never been hurt there before, not by the manticore, not even by Darkseid himself. Yet she managed, enduring the dramatic impalement of the stallion's enormous phallus, holding her stance under him despite the power of thrusts and his great mass, while his no less inhuman mass filled her to capacity, filling her whole body with more than just pain.
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The darkness around them was broken only by the furious barrages of lightning that barely missed them, followed by deafening thunder. Gravity had lost meaning as wind gusts battered them from all directions and monstrous vortexes grasped at them hungrily. The only direction amidst the chaos remained the call of the amulet, an insubstantial tug beckoning faintly under the savage fury of the storm. Only Pegasus could have kept their course true. She knew it now. She had to be taken this way by him.
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She had to be taken this way by him. She knew it now.
She could have never forgiven herself otherwise.
She cried, yelled and screamed, louder and louder, calling his name, calling on her gods, her patron goddesses, and calling out her pleasure, her rising ecstasy.
They had raced before, and she had laughed and loved the challenge of striving to match him, to beat him, but that joy paled now before that of this different kind of match. Despite his recent ejaculation, he still beat her in the race to culmination, arriving before her to the peak of pleasure, but his sudden eruption deep within her pushed her there instantly, and her arms and legs almost faltered with the power of her orgasm. She shook with delight as he filled her with mighty bursts of so much hot seed that it flushed down her long, trembling legs, cascading to the ground. But her strength did not falter there, nor when her rush towards a second climax mere moments later proved even more intense.
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Diana gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, squeezing her legs about Pegasus with all her power, while the raging chaos around her sought to dismount her. Suddenly a surge of hail struck them with the power of a giant's fist, and her legs lost purchase, leaving her trailing after Pegasus by her grip of his mane, shaken about like a ragdoll. Realizing the precariousness of her situation, Diana decided to risk everything and let go of his mane with one hand.
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With a loud series of cracks, the whole rock formation against which Diana leant, broke apart, unable to endure further the repeated impacts of the stallion's thrusting.
Diana cried out in anger and frustration. But even as they both tumbled forward off-balance amidst the rubble, Diana twisted and turned, and her golden lasso snapped through the air. With a grunt of urgent need, Diana looped it about Pegasus and her, pulling both together, face-up against his abdomen. Tugging on the lariat's ends with each hand, she slid along his underbelly, spreading her legs apart, to impale herself again on his still rigid member, with a cry of both pain and relief.
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The golden lasso flashed like golden lightning in the storm, tightening instantly around Pegasus. Diana looped it around her wrist, and then hooked a leg around a taut length, drawing herself back astride the stallion's back. Driven by her will, the lasso stretched and encircled both of them, binding them securely to each other against the rage of the storm.
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Pegasus spread his wing and swooped through the clouds, neighing loudly, while under him, Diana rocked back and forth, her legs squeezing against him with all her power just as her sex did the same to his phallus. She felt envious of the mares who could take all of him, as she wished she could take him, being hilted all the way to his scrotum.
But she strove to do her best, driving herself harder and harder against his loins, gasping and moaning with effort and pleasure. Much as she had enjoyed the sensation of being physically overpowered by his strength while being mounted from behind, the added intimacy of being able to embrace him like this, with arms and legs, made her feel even closer to him, more deeply joined to him in the coupling, bonded into one by flesh and passion and the magic lasso while they rocketed through the endless sky.
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The winds were razor-sharp knives that lacerated her skin with murderous cruelty, and she dared not open her eyes. She embraced Pegasus with desperate strength, strength that would have crushed a lesser being, while the rage of the storm seized at them with murderous intent, dragging them into an abyss of nothingness.
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Her voice caught in her voice as they climaxed together, so hard she almost lost consciousness, and there was nothing in the vast universe but the two of them, and the single instant of exquisite delight they shared, joined as one.
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Suddenly there was silence, and stillness. Diana remained still, frowning with disbelief, wondering if they had both died, rent apart by wind and rain and lightning, and been transported to yet another level of existence. Then she opened her eyes.
Pegasus held his wings still, but they still floated effortlessly, centered in a pocket of perfect calm. Around them the storm raged unabated, spanning all that could be seen in any direction, but unable to touch the sphere of peace at its core.
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Weakly, Diana smiled, letting her head fall back, her long wet hair flowing in the steady wind as they flew, still joined by lasso and flesh.
"Oh, gods... You truly are a stallion, Pegasus. My stallion."
She squirmed gently, slowly sliding up his length a few wet inches. He remained hard, and she had to use that.
"Now, you must start again. But this time, slowly. And gently. Very gently... Oh, I loved how you rode me, so hard, and wild, and..." She sighed, stroking his flank tenderly. "Aphrodite help me, being ridden like that long enough may have actually tamed even this filly... But you need to go easier on others, dear. Much, much easier. Not everyone can take you as I did. Nor me as you did, either... But you don't need to. You don't need to rush. You can go slow, be gentle... Be careful... Be... Yes, oh, yes, like that..."
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She felt the pulsing from inside the pouch, her hand aching from the strength with which she had gripped it. Pegasus neighed, and following his gaze, Diana saw the gleaming fragment floating in the air a few feet before them.
She loosened the lasso and stretched forward, taking the amulet piece. It began to glow brighter, along with the ones inside the pouch when Diana placed it with them.
She floated off the stallion's back, keeping a hand on his neck, stroking him tenderly. "Thank you, Pegasus. For this. For the ride. For everything."
He flapped his wings, rearing before her, and neighed, loud and clear.
She smiled. "You can return to your fillies now, you stallion. Remember to be gentle with them. Be careful. Hold back."
He would have to cross the storm again , and she worried for him, for a moment. But she knew his strength, and smiled.
"But we must race again sometime. Maybe the winner gets to... ride the loser. Or the other way around. And you won't need to hold back."
Pegasus shook his head, his silver mane flashing like a wave, and then golden light wrapped around Diana until she was gone.

EPILOGUE
Hermes stood up, metal helmet in hand, and bowed elaborately towards Poseidon. "Such was my humble homage to my dear uncle: A most worthy offering to his bloodline."
Poseidon's beard rippled like sea foam as he smiled. "It was an... interesting liaison you arranged, Messenger. I am certainly pleased."
Aphrodite's eyes sparkled. "As was our dear Amazon, as well. Many times, too."
"It was... surprising, at first," Hera said, re-arranging the mantle over her arm, as she shifted on her seat, uncrossing her legs. "But the Amazon certainly got... into it, with true enthusiasm."
"Oh, she really got into it. And it into her. So into her! Quite impressively."
Hera glanced coldly at her husband. "I expect someone did not get his mind into anyone else this time."
Zeus lifted his hands up in protest. "Will you get off my back? I swear by Me I did not ride anyone-!"
"Our uncle's mighty scion rode the amazon well enough, though. Almost made me envious." Aphrodite smiled at Ares. "Of how well others are doing."
Ares rubbed his chin, frowning. "The amazon is full of surprises."
"Oh, quite full she was, yes."
Artemis stood up, pursing her mouth. "Stop that already! Could you be any more crude?"
Hermes spread his arms in conciliation. "Sister, I thought you would be pleased as well. Was it not an exciting chase? A most worthy contest and match? For both of those you favor?"
The goddess of the hunt and patron of beasts lifted an eyebrow. "It had its... appeal. It was as much a hunt as a race, yes. And Diana did not... disappoint."
Aphrodite leaned forward. "You gifted her with Communion With The Beasts, did you not, Artemis Agrotera, Potnia Theron? She put good use to it. Maybe you should, too."
"Maybe you should shut your-"
Athena raised a hand. "Bicker not, sisters. Diana met her challenge and prevailed."
"Indeed," Hera agreed. "What if she was also... quickened?"
"That remains to be known. Even if not, the line of Pegasus is now to ensured to continue, at least through lesser mates." Athena turned to Hermes, allowing a hint of smile on her face. "Quite crafty, Messenger, all you did at once."
He bowed slightly at the compliment. "Multi-tasking is the new way of things, as you know."
"Indeed." Athena's grey eyes stared deep, while Hermes sat back, smiling, his winged helmet flashing silver.
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