Centaurs (Parallel Worlds) Page 5

  "I will, Jenny, because I’d like to be able to find something interesting to do."

  "That’s very commendable because most of our yearlings would rather not strain their brains too much for a few years, at least until they bear their first foal."

  "Like Angie?"

  "She’s quite the norm around here—smart, quick witted, and an affable girl, but for the time being she has no wish to strain her mind."

  "And prefers to be pissed on by mares rather than think too much?"

  "She does, and makes no secret of it. Ah, here they are, with a cart full of delicacies for us all to enjoy."

  Marty was shocked when she saw the quantities of deliciously smelling food that brought, but quickly realized that not only had she become a young person but that she weighed nearly one-thousand pounds of compact flesh and powerful muscles, which required ingesting a great amount of calories. She chuckled as she applied herself to the task of eating everything in sight.

  Jenny and Paula remained at the table for a short time before they were ready to leave, explaining that they had already eaten. "I hope you’ll pay me a visit soon," Jenny said. "Before you become overly thrilled with the life of debauchery that my daughter will no doubt introduce you to."

  "You are Angie’s mother?" Marty asked in surprise.

  "Yes, and also Paula’s. Which I guess Angie didn’t tell you about."

  "Oh, Mom, that’s not fair. Do I ever criticize you for spending your life surrounded by moldy books in your library, or Paula for doing accounting? Hell, you’d have a lot more fun if you played with all our hunks. Or as Marty calls them, centaurs."

  Jenny burst into laughter. "It’s not that we deprive ourselves of all their delights, but using your brains instead of your vagina more often will…." She stopped very abruptly, turned to Marty and grabbed her hand. "What did you call our studs?"

  "Centaurs. The mythologically infamous seductors of females with their large sexual orifice who truly exist here, to the delight and the pleasure of our greedy kentaurides."

  The blood drained from Jenny’s face. "You’re correct about what we are. But where did you….? Oh, never mind now, but please promise to visit me as soon as you can. In fact, Angie, try to arrange it for tomorrow morning if at all possible."

  "Sure, Mom, but that depends on Marty."

  "No problem, Angie. In fact, I’m quite anxious to have a talk with Jenny. And I’ll also bring my friend Nick if you don’t mind, who possesses more information on general facts than I do."

  "I’d be delighted to see you both, Marty." She said, shaking her head as she left with Paula, who Marty had thought at first was very young because of her diminutive size but quickly realized that she was much older than Angie.

  "What was that all about, Marty?" Angie asked as soon as they were alone.

  "It’s a long and boring story, which I’d rather drop for now if you don’t mind."

  "No problem. In fact, I’m still kind of hungry so I’d rather eat than talk."

  Once they finished eating Angie asked Marty if she had ever smoked a cigar. "I’m told it’s great to have one after a good meal, which I tried and almost choked to death on it but I wonder if they were available where she came from."

  Marty looked at her in surprise, then planted a very wet kiss on her forehead. "My God, I’d kill for a good smoke right now so if they're available I'd love to have one."

  Angie burst into laughter as she wiped her forehead. "You’re a crazy filly, you know. Sure I can get you one, a bunch actually. Should I go get them for you?"

  "Yeah, please."

  When Angie returned a moment later and handed her a wooden box filled with long, thick cigars, Marty opened it and smelled their aroma with an appreciative expression before lighting one and inhaling it delightfully.

  "Does smoking this weed give you such great pleasure? It smells good but it tasted awful when I tried it."

  Marty waited for a moment while a young attendant cleaned the table and removed the dishes before speaking."This is one of the best I ever had. Anyway, what's our plan for the rest of the day?"

  "I think we should go get your friend and start him on the program by taking both of you on a tour of the farm, particularly the shed where we keep the mares. And by then, it'll be time for lunch."

  "What friend?" A robust baritone voice asked from behind them, and both turned their heads.

  Marty saw the largest centaur she had seen so far, the tallest, broadest-chested, and the handsomest, with hooves that were the size of dinner plates. Must weigh well over a ton I’m sure, she thought, as Angie yelled ‘George’ and rushed into his arms. They kissed for a long time while both ran their hands over each other.

  Angie finally turned around and said. "This is my best friend, Marty."

  "Glad to meet you, Marty." George said in his deep voice as he took her hand in his enormous one.

  "Likewise, George. Please excuse me because I was about to refill my mug with fresh coffee." She said quickly and literally escaped to the food counters, where she took her time pouring herself a coffee.

  She walked back to the table very slowly while watching Angie and George as they hugged and kissed with genuine affection. Despite her impression that the male and female centaurs were utterly free spirited in their sexual attitudes, Marty was shocked when she saw them fondling each other’s genitals. Yet no one in the room paid their activities any heed, not even when George’s penis suddenly dropped out of its sheath, making her gasp at its length and width, which was as long and round as her entire arm. Her pulse began to throb when George’s penis hardened and its bulbous tip thumped his chest.

  Then, just as disturbing, she saw Angie's tail rise to expose her thick labias that were palpitating rapidly. My God, and she’s creaming like crazy in preparation for being penetrated, Marty thought, just as I can feel mine doing in response to everything that I see. Rather than run away from the scene as was her first impulse, she walked over to the table and picked up her cigar, relighting it as she waited for Angie to notice her.

  She squealed when she did, and spoke without embarrassment about what they were doing. "Oh, here you are. Would you mind it if I deserted you for a while to go play with George and then take a little snooze?"

  "No, of course not. In fact, I want to go find an apartment, then get Nick and explain to him all that’s happening and finish by showing him our new place."

  "Good idea. And just so you know, there are a few doubles around my apartment so you might as well go there first."

  "I will. Now the two of you better get going instead of yakking at me."

  "Thanks, Marty. See you here around one o’clock?"

  "You got it." Marty could not resist slapping her affectionately on the rump when Angie turned to leave.

  Marty remained at the table for a while, smoking and sipping coffee while looking around around. She quickly noticed that once everyone finished eating, most turned unabashedly to sex and were copulating enthusiastically. Like animals, she thought derisively, and then the truth hit her quite hard.

  But they are animals, Marty thought. Well, not totally so but to a great degree, which maybe is the result of being more horse than human. Oh shit, and so are Nikki and I, who’ll eventually let the equine hormones rule our minds. Imagine, me not just a female but a mare to boot, and I’m sure that Nikki will laugh her head off when she sees my tits and udder. And we’ll need to do a lot of work on our relationship and about not letting ourselves become like the rest of this crowd.

  Choosing an apartment was simple since the first one that she entered was painted and decorated in bright colors in a motif that she was sure Nicole would approve of. Other than that, it was a carbon copy of Angie’s apartment though a lot larger. She left the cigars and the lighter that came with the box on a table placed under the window between two of the kind of couches that she was already familiar with.

  Marty's heart beat furiously when walked toward the barn and saw the huge male Centa
ur standing where Angie had found her earlier. Though sure that it was Nick, she attempted to reach him mentally to verify it by forming a question and sending it into his mind.

  "Hey, Nikki, is that you there by the fence?"

  Despite the distance, Marty was not only able to send the message but could also see him as though he were standing next to her. She burst into laughter when the result of Nick’s startled reaction to hearing her voice in his head was to let go of his bowels, which he looked at with disgust.

  "Son of a bitch," He murmured after realizing what had just happened. "Was it you, Marty, who made me shit and piss myself? And where the hell are you?"

  "Yeah, it’s me alright. Look uphill a ways to your right and you’ll see me."

  It took Nick a moment to find Marty, and he gasped when he saw her. "You’re a centaur as well?"

  "Yes, but not exactly because as you surely know, the female centaurs were called kentaurides where we come from."

  Nick chuckled. "Still the same asshole you used to be in the old days, ain’t you?"

  "And damn proud of it, I’ll have you know."

  Nick did not respond as his tail suddenly shot up and he burst into a fast run toward Marty, who did the same. They met halfway in a cloud of dust as both slid to a halt and nearly knocking each other to the ground when their chests hit with a thud.

  "My, my. Haven’t you ever turned into a pretty horsey, with your oh so cute titties on top and the double udder on your belly?" Nick said with a bemused chuckle after they hugged and kissed.

  "Not funny, Nikki. And don’t ever use the word horse around here since it’s in the highly derisive category."

  "How about mare, which is a lot more appropriate for you now?"

  "Also insulting. And you’re being a prick, Nikki."

  "Haven’t I always been one?"

  "Metaphorically so, except that now you truly are one."

  "Just as you’re a bitch, I’d say. So how about describing you as a nag, will that be more appropriate?"

  Marty burst into laughter. "That would be a very fitting description for me nowadays, kiddo. And I doubt anybody around here had ever heard this word." She looked at Nick at arm’s length for a moment, and kissed him again. "You’re a pain in the ass, Nikki, but I love you to death and am glad that we're alive, young, and together. And, luckily, are still of opposite genders."

  "Not surprising at all that the very thought had just crossed my own mind."

  "And you’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be to hump your old humper?"

  Nick burst into loud laughter. "Interesting way of putting it, my darling, which tells me that you’re leaning in that direction as well. The truth is that seeing you through the eyes of a male whatever I’d become, I must say that what I see is highly desirable. You'd turned into a beautiful female with a lower body covered with a slick, magnificent black pelt that I would love to caress, your upper body is soft and silky looking, and so are your breasts. Also, you got a beautiful delicate face and with hair on your head that sparkles in the sunshine. All of it fitting perfectly with a voice that sounds like the tinkling of musical bells, which makes you look and sound like the ultimate female, a fact that’s weird because you’re definitely not human but a female centaur."

  "Thanks for saying that, Nikki, which pleases me greatly and makes me understand for the first time how a woman’s heart can go atwitter at her man’s compliment." She suddenly leaned against Nick and hung on to his neck in a most enticing mode. "And by God, you’re extremely handsome in this form—big, tall, and strong next to my almost petite size. Comparably speaking, of course."

  "Then you’re beginning to understand how attracted I’d always been to you? I’m quite pleased about that." Nick ran his hand over her back very slowly and enjoyed feeling her muscles tremble. "It’s nice to be your big guy, Marty, but quite bizarre you have to admit."

  "I like being your little lady, Nikki. But there’s still a lot more weird stuff that we need to uncover about this crazy situation that we fell into. Yet, like I'd said before, I’m alive and am with you so all’s well from my perspective."

  "Same here, Marty. But I got to tell you that I’m totally famished. Is there any place around here where one can get more to eat than grass and hay?"

  "Not to worry about that, Nikki, because that was bedding rather than food in that smelly stable so don't worry because we get the most sumptuous meals you’d ever eaten in your life. Particularly fatty stuff that we'd had to abstain from in the last ten years."

  "Then take me to wherever it’s served."

  "My pleasure." Marty put her arm around Nick’s waist and directed him to the cafeteria.

  "This is real weird, Marty." Nick said after a few minutes. "Having you hold me right where my human and equine bodies merge—one practically hairless and the other so utterly hirsute. And even weirder is that it feels natural to have two such different bodies joined into one, and walking around in the buff and not being at all self-conscious about it. So tell me, are all the people of this species, whatever it is, built just like we are?"

  "More or less as far as I know. I've no idea what genus these creatures belong to but I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough. One thing about where we’re going is that their food is fantastic and there’s plenty of it, but the folks in there do things that will look very strange to you so just observe but don’t comment aloud on it. Okay?"

  "I promise to keep my mouth shut."

  "That’s good. Now, consider your physical shape and tell me if you’d like to eat standing up or sitting on a specially designed couch."

  "You mean like a dog, with my butt on the padding, hind legs spread or folded and leaning on my forelegs while using my hands to eat with? "

  "Exactly. It sounds a bit complicated but I saw people sitting this way at the tables and they seemed quite comfortable. Just make sure not to sit on your balls when you get down."

  "Ouch. That sounds like it must hurt. But what about your udders?"

  "Same problem but not much since it seems to be in their developmental stage. I guess we’ll both have to get used to living with our new limbs, my udders and your big balls. But sitting sounds much easier to me than standing up for eating, which I did earlier."

  "Okay, then let’s go through the buffet line and select our fodder, after which we’ll sit down at a nice table overlooking the garden."

  "I wouldn't exactly call it fodder, you know."

  Marty was pleased to find out that the entrance she chose led directly to the food counters so that Nick did not pay attention to most of the occupants of the dining room. Particularly so since he kept marveling at the variety of foods and the large size of the portions.

  "My God, Marty, did you see how thick the steaks are? And the eggs look like they came from an ostrich rather than a chicken."

  "They are, I was told. Am I to assume that you’d like to have everything?"

  "You bet your cute butt I do. At least two of each, but I better be careful not to pig out or I’ll become hugely fat."

  Marty chuckled. "You seem to forget that you’re no longer the dainty kid who had to watch what she ate rather than a big whatever who, I bet, must weigh over a ton or more. Six eggs and a plateful of each of the meats should be just right for starters, very much like I did."

  "Oh boy, I’m already in love with this place."

  Marty held the trays as Nick loaded them, then showed him a very nice sitting table by the window. On the way over, he nearly dropped one of the trays when they passed by a couple where the male had just mounted a female, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing until they were seated.

  "My God, Marty, was that what you meant when you warned me not to say a thing when I saw what’s going on here? Which is another reason for being happy with our ability to mindtalk so I can tell you about my shock. Don’t they have any scruples about having sex in public? Oh hell, I see more couples screwing like rabbits all over, right next to their dining tables li
ke mindless animals."

  "They’re not mindless, and it's their habit to do whatever they feel like doing wherever they are."

  "And it so happens that we're just like them and therefore possess their kind of mindset, don’t we? Which means that before long we’ll adopt a similar attitude and lifestyle?"

  "As we had in our toilet activities already."

  "What exactly do you mean?"

  "That while we're outside a building we can piss and crap wherever we are because, apparently, that's the nature of our bodies and no one questions it. In fact, if you'd paid it any attention after you emptied your bowels you would have noticed one of the young foals rushing over to remove your feces and then spray something on the urine that I'm sure neutralizes it."

  "I did but was too inhibited to mention it. Then I noticed on the way over here that you peed in public without stopping or paying it any attention, which I guess is how such things are done around here."

  "They're all utterly uninhibited about their bodily functions, which I kind of like."

  "The truth is that I do, too." Nick suddenly burst into laughter. "I must tell you how stunned I was while walking over and my attention was suddenly drawn to your tail rising and a huge spray of urine gushed out of your backside. I was surprised by the way you did it because I thought that equine females are supposed to pee downward."

  "I did too, at first. But if you think I piss funny consider what I saw when you pissed exactly as I do, from a spout that popped out from a spot half-way down your butt rather than from your cock."