Centaurs (Parallel Worlds) Page 6

  "Fascinating. Which tells me that there may have been some sort of bio engineering at play here, that diverted our urethras backwards rather than through a penis or inside a vulva for you."

  "It's possible, and we'll need to investigate it. But for now you better start eating or your food will get cold."

  "I’d hate for that to happen so I better dig in."

  Marty watched Nick eating with gusto while picking a few tasty morsels from his plates. "I know how disconcerting it must be for you to see things that you would’ve considered sick and depraved in our old environment because that’s how I had felt at first. But once I reviewed it all in my mind and combined it with information that I already had, I began seeing it rather differently."

  "How so?" Nick asked with his mouth full of eggs and toast. "Oh, and just so you know, the food is great and getting so much of it is heavenly for someone who had to watch her fatty intake all her life."

  "Exactly how I see it. And they even roll some terrific cigars here, which I’d already gotten myself a box of fifty."

  "Where are they?"

  "In our apartment, which I’ll show you after you finish eating. And they also have cigarettes, which I hadn't tried yet so maybe we'll get some later."

  "Which I'm going to love. So what's your take on their strange behavior?"

  "That it may be chemically induced rather than a natural trait."

  "Produced by whom?"

  "By whoever controls their life from behind the scenes."

  "Why d'you think that it isn't their natural inclination to behave this way, since so far everyone you saw was young and possibly defiant as most kids are?"

  "That was the impression I got from one of the more mature ladies, who we’re going to be seeing tomorrow on an additional fact finding objective."

  "Spoken like a spook."

  "Why shouldn’t I think this way after a lifetime of being one? But in any case, I think that possessing no sexual scruples is only endemic in animals rather than in a sentient society. Which they certainly are--pretty much on our own level."

  "Despite the fact that they walk around totally naked and find nothing wrong with performing their bodily functions in public without giving it a thought?"

  "Exactly because of it, Nikki, which because of their physical structure must be totally natural. Think about it and tell me how they can cover their genitals?"

  "I tend to agree with you. And it suddenly dawned on me that being physically structured outwardly as equines, these people must also be structured internally the same way regardless of their mental capacity. But their sexual activity still goes against their supposed high intelligence that you claim they possess."

  "Which they're actually encouraged to do."

  "Look, Marty, I don’t know anything about them other than what I saw so far, so I’d like you to tell me everything that you’d learned, which I’m sure is a lot, by using your inherent information extraction talents."

  Marty smiled. "I did, but my main source of information wasn’t overly reliable so we'll have to take most of it with a grain of salt."

  "Which is better than having none."

  "I agree. So since you just finished eating your little breakfast, I’d like to buy some cigarettes and let’s take a walk while we smoke and I’ll tell you all I know."

  "Sounds like a deal. Interesting that these creatures who to engage in enthusiastic wild sex also smoke, and I wonder if they drink as well."

  "Now that you mention it, I bet you they do."

  Chapter 6

  "Okay, let me tell you what I'd learned so far." Marty said after they lit up once outside the building. My first issue has to do with these people’s intelligence or its lack, which involves their near fanatic cleanliness."

  "And your conclusion is that if they were morons or savages this place would stink to high heaven because of their almost lack of control in voiding their bowels?"

  "Correct, and that whenever anyone lets loose their waste outside there's always a youngster around to collect and dispose of it, just as they do in the cafeteria, cleaning tables and any spillage. And, as you saw, they have tile covered walls and gutters for waste disposal indoors."

  "Which is an indication of their high degree of, let’s call it civilized lifestyle."

  "And then there’s their food preparation style and addiction to tobacco in various forms, which is another mark of being intelligent."

  "That was my conclusion."

  Nick whistled in amazement after Marty told him everything that she found so far. "But it seems to me that there are a lot of glaring inconsistencies in what you were told and observed."

  "That’s how I saw it as well but I didn’t question it for fear that I'd be cutting off the flow of information I was getting. So let’s look at all our impressions and see what we'd both come up with."

  "I'd like to start with what you were told about how horses here are being used as cattle to provide us with milk, cheese, and meat. Which were delicious, by the way."

  "I agree, though some of the meats tasted like goat and lamb products. Now, I'd like to deal with the question of why it is that centaurs have a low birth rate while horses are exceedingly fertile."

  "Another question I have about centaurs that makes little sense, is that from all that I know about animals who go into estrus, neither females nor males are ever active sexually outside their cycle. Which these apparently do."

  "Which reinforces my opinion that their prolific sex life must be chemically induced by their supposedly benevolent owners. But I can’t see a reason for it, though."

  "Maybe it's designed to divert their attention from a sinister plot that would do them such great mental harm that they'd rebel against it if they weren't so utterly engrossed in satisfying their physical needs."

  "Like the Romans did with their mobs, entertaining them to keep everyone under control?"

  "Quite possible. Then the question arises about what there is here that they need to forget or pay no attention to, that's so terrible. Which a lifetime of interest in human and animal biology and behavior patterns makes me doubt the veracity of most of the facts that you were given by Angie."

  "I should hope so, considering all of the study degrees in these subjects that you’d accumulated over the years. So what do you suspect is going on here?"

  "The fact that however centaurs were formed, their bodies had to have been formed as the result of joining a horse and a human into one creature, with each contributing his major genetic materials to attain the end result. So that once the prototypes, the Adam and Eve of centaur kind if you will, were created, all of their physical components were joined into one being that contain the major elements of both. But the question is why was it done, and by whom."

  "Which is starting to scare the shit out of me since we're now part and parcel of their community."

  "I'm curious, did Angie tell you anything more about the kentaurides’ fertility cycle?"

  "Yes, which seemed sensible at the time because I knew how brutal stallions can be when they smell the secretion of a female in heat."

  "Which is another factor they must share with horses. What was it?"

  "That since the males become so wild that they often hurt the females, they need to be examined by a vet a week to ten days after their estrus is over to make sure that they weren’t hurt internally. And they always discover something wrong that needs to be repaired, which is why they all bleed a little for a couple of days afterward."

  Nick gave her an incredulous look. "Are you sure about that?"

  "Of course I am. What’s the significance of that?"

  "Abortions, Marty. For some reason they abort their fetuses, which is why all of the kentaurides bleed afterward."

  "That’s horrible, Nikki. Why would they do that?"

  "Population control? I have no idea, but I suspect that there must be something real rotten about it."

  Marty considered it for a moment before bursting out. "Oh,
shit. That explains a lot, regardless of the reason for the abortions."

  "What did you come up with?"

  "Remember how depressed we were for a long while when all of the tests we took showed that we couldn’t have children?"

  "Yes, of course. It was devastating news particularly for a woman, being told that she won’t be able to fulfill her biological destiny."

  "And the men feel that their manhood had been put in doubt as a result."

  "You never told me about how you felt, only that you loved me to no ends so it didn't matter that much to you."

  "Which I did and still do. Remember how we overcame our grief?"

  "Of course I do...." Nick stopped and grinned. "By screwing ourselves half to death, often twice a night and more on weekends."

  "Which in essence is what these people are encouraged to do by whomever, to make them feel fulfilled physically."

  "And that leads them to endless screwing regardless of where they are or with whom?"

  "Not always because some of them like to bond and fuck in private. But they sure do it relentlessly."

  "But how are they enticed to do that other than having heightened libidos?"

  "I don’t exactly know about the males, but I’m sure that the females get some sort of powerful injection when their fetuses are removed, that lasts until the next estrus."

  "So that’s how the sons of bitches warders keep them all sexually sated and happy. But what about the males, what makes them want to make their females contented?"

  "The truth is, as you'll discover soon, that it don’t take very much to cause a male to develop a hardon for a female. And that they can be easily swayed when you add a reward to it as the deal closer."

  "Such as?"

  "A very appropriate reward. Which means that the male centaurs get to eat on a regular basis if they offer themselves as walking cocks to distract and satisfy the females."

  "I don’t like what you’re implying. Okay, how do they achieve it?"

  "You already know that the females are rewarded with points allowing them to live and eat through supplying their milk to our owners, but what d'you think the males get paid for, and with what?"

  "Jesus. For making the females happy, for which they earn livelihood points. And since they’re purposely paid very little in whatever job they hold, they're induced to service as many females as many times as possible. Ergo: lots of very happy females who don’t mind contributing their embryos even if they do not know that they are, to our owners for whatever purpose they need them for. But how do males get performance points, though, do the females enter them in a log?"

  "According to Angie its done electronically via a chip implanted on all the females' rumps and another on the males' lower belly."

  "Jesus, that sounds frightening. And the way it’s been set up everyone involved is ignorant but blissfully happy with their lot in life."

  "Exactly, and I’m going to do my utmost to find out what’s going on. Mainly because we’re going to be physically and mentally involved in everything here."

  "I’m glad you mentioned that because I suddenly feel a bit hungry again but I got an empty account so I can’t buy anything to eat."

  Marty burst into giggles. "Is that your way of telling me that you’d like to make a few bucks by screwing me, you son of a bitch?"

  "I guess so. So should we go to our room or would you rather take advantage of poor old me right here?" He said with a cheerful chuckle as he hugged and kissed her passionately.

  "Not on your life. Come on, let’s go in."

  Two hours later, as they were soaking in the swimming pool size Jacuzzi that was filled with steaming, swirling water, Nick sighed with pleasure. "Gosh, it feels great the way it’s unknotting my poor and abused muscles."

  "Mine, too." Marty nodded with a smile.

  "It’s funny that unlike you I had always loved riding horses but I never in my wildest dreams thought that I might be riding a mare in such a way."

  "Well, you sure did." Marty said, giggling. "While sticking your four-foot long salami into my pussy."

  "I sure did, and I loved doing it. Did you?"

  "Dumb question. D’you think I would’ve let you do it to me over and over if I hadn’t loved it just as much? But I’m wondering, though, why you never told me how utterly gratifying it is for a female to be made love to. Or was it different for you as a woman?"

  "Not at all because feeling your penis gliding over all of my vaginal pleasure points, particularly my clit, always drove me crazy first and then to ecstasy when your boiling cum burst inside me. I'd never told you how it felt because we come from a generation and a time where people didn’t talk about such things."

  "That’s exactly how I felt when you made love to me just now, so I guess that a female centaur feels the same way about sex as any human woman does."

  "Not exactly because you got umpteen many more erogenous zones than a woman could even imagine having—your teats, for instance."

  "You bet. In fact, the way you fondled them literally drove me crazy."

  Nick chuckled. "Which I noticed quickly and continued making you shudder wildly."

  "I sure did. The only problem that I had was my tail, which seemed to always get in the way."

  "And I kind of liked it because it kept tickling my belly in a very sexy way."

  "Then are you happy to’ve turned up here as this huge stallion that you are?"

  "I do, Marty. How about you?"

  "Turning out being a filly has already proved to be marvelous, and having you put your great weight on top of me was incredibly pleasurable."

  "Then you like being a young passionate kentauride?"

  "I do but I'll reserve judgment until we know more about this place—where it exactly is, what’s the true purpose for the centaur’s existence, and who are our controllers."

  "Agreed, so I think it’s time we stop lazing around and go see Angie."

  "We should. Oh, shit, it’s almost two hours later than I’d promised we’d meet her."

  "I don’t think it’ll be a problem because the way you described her I’m sure that she knows exactly where you are, with whom, and what's keeping you."

  "Probably, but I’d hate her to think that I’m a flighty filly."

  Nick burst into laughter. "Of course she thinks you’re flighty. What I mean is that in this society where everyone is supposed to enjoy sex so ardently, your activities today must be greatly appreciated."

  "It’s a bit of a convoluted reasoning but I tend to agree with you."

  Nick’s assessment of Angie’s reaction proved to be correct when, just as both came out of the hot air dryers by the pool, there was a knock on the door and four very young looking foals stepped in, pushing two wheeled carts. "Angie sent us," The oldest of them said. "Sure that you’d be ready by now to be groomed and pampered properly."

  "Perfect timing." Marty said, chuckling. "Where d’you want us?"

  "A little further away from the tub area and about ten feet from one another so we can work on both of you at the same time."

  The moment they positioned themselves, each pair of foals placed step stools on both their sides and began to massage them with brushes, starting from their backs down to their hooves. The circular motions of brushes over their equine bodies was utterly relaxing and so hypnotic that both nearly fell asleep. Marty’s fingernails were covered with delicate nail polish with the same color over her lips, and their hooves were trimmed and polished to a gloss. Marty was amazed when, as the final treatment, her tail was combed and then braided.

  "You sure look very pretty." Nick said.

  "We’re not finished yet, Sir." The team leader said. "Angie also sent you a happy birthday gift." He showed her a velvet box with small partitions that each contained a pair of earrings. "We were told to bring an ear piercing gun so that you’ll be able to wear one set right away."

  "You mean all these earrings are mine?"

  "They are. Would you please ch
oose a pair so we can put it on you after we pierce your ears?" When Marty hesitated, he reassure her. "It won’t hurt a bit, I promise."

  Nick who was looking over the earrings, added. "Yeah, not with the kind of device they’re going to use so don’t worry about it. And I’d love to see you wear these beautiful hoops."

  Marty looked at them and shrugged. "I guess I’m surrounded so I better give in. Go ahead, punch the holes."

  As soon as the foals left, Marty rushed to the full size mirror and inspected herself in amazement—her black coat literally shone all over, her short frizzy hairdo had been styled, her lips and fingernails were covered with a delicate red coating, and the huge gold earrings added to the impression of her utter beauty. Son of a bitch, I sure am a very desirable looking filly. And my braided black tail with the red ribbon woven into it, as weird as it is for me to have, sure makes me look terrific.

  She turned to look at Nick and saw his open admiration. "Jesus, Marty, not only did you turn out to be an absolute woman but a stunning one as well even in your present guise. Or maybe because of it."

  "Thank you, Nikki." She came over, leaned into him with all her weight, and kissed him with great emotion.

  "Ah, that’s what I like to see—my friend having fun with her big hunk that everyone’s gonna be jealous of. And I can see that my four little messengers did a great job on both of you."

  They separated and faced Angie, who came over and kissed both as though they were truly old friends. "Thanks for sending them over and for the marvelous gift, too."

  "Think nothing of it because it was my pleasure."

  "But how did you know when to send them in?"