Centaurs (Parallel Worlds) Page 7
"That was easy. When I went to the cafeteria I was told by friends that you’d found your gorgeous guy and that you were last seen entering this very room. So, figuring it’ll take you a while to please yourselves properly, I sent the boys in to take care of you half an hour ago."
"You were perfectly correct in your timing. So what do we do now?"
"We may go to the cafeteria if you’re hungry and have a late lunch, or I can take you on the tour that I'd planned. As for myself, I already had my lunch so I don’t need to eat so soon again. How about you?"
"I had a second breakfast with Nick so I can wait a while."
"And I stuffed myself like a pig at the same time." Nick said.
"That’s great because we can have an early dinner in a couple of hours. Okay, you got a choice of either walking around the farm until we get to the mare pens. Or I can drive all over in a cart so that none of us is gonna get our pretty pedicured hooves dirty and dusty. Personally, I’d rather ride than walk because I’m not as athletically inclined as you are, Marty."
"Actually, I’d done some very strenuous activities in the past two hours so riding is preferable. With which I’m sure Nick will agree."
"Then riding it is. Come, follow me to the cart trail."
"Where’s George?" Marty asked once they left the building.
"George is a voracious hunk so once he performs his duty with me he's anxious to move on to the next girl to make her happy. So when we got to the cafeteria we ran into an older filly who, like all of the over twenty year olds, adores the likes of him."
Marty laughed so hard that her breasts jiggled. "Then he’s just a piece of fluff for us girls to fuck whenever we feel like?"
Angie gave her a surprised look, then punched her in the shoulder and burst into laughter. "You got it kid. Like our very own toy even if we consider ourselves bonded to each other."
"Boy toy, I’d say."
"Yeah, that’s what all our guys are." She suddenly turned to Nick and gave his balls an affectionate tweak after which she inserted her hand into his sheath and caressed the tip of his penis, making it drop out instantly. "I’d really like to play with your boy toy, Marty," She said as she ran both hands gently along his stiff and fully extended shaft.
Marty was at a total loss for words as she watched Nick shudder, then asked her. So What should I do about this, Marty?
Nothing, I’m afraid, or you’ll tip our hand to the fact that we aren’t really who we pretend to be. Nick responded rather shakily as Angie cupped a hand over his by now profusely dripping tip.
I see, so we’ll have to play the charade particularly since she may be a spy for our masters, and if she does it’ll be that we’re a bit too unique. Which means that we’ll both have to have sex with others or get ourselves exposed.
That’s right. Does it upset you?
It did for a split second when I watched the bitch play with your cock, but now I'm creaming with desire just like she is, particularly while watching her licking your cock like it was a lollypop.
Nick chuckled. Which is driving me crazy, I'll admit. And you're not strictly pinning for me and you'd like to sow some wild oats with others?
Exactly, and I'm quite excited about sampling a bunch of pollen.
Does it piss you off that I do as well?
On the contrary, my dear fluff, I think I'm going to love it. And the way Angie’s pussy started to drip massively, you better mount her before she gets suspicious. While you watch? Gosh, that’s real sick.
Yeah, boy, it is. Now shut up and fuck the horsey bitch.
Chapter 7
Marty was so powerfully affected by watching Angie and Nick going through their ferocious encounter that she barely felt herself being mounted a moment after they had separated, climaxing quickly while neighing as though she were a true horse.
That was something else, wasn’t it, Nikki? Marty said as they followed Angie, who did not react verbally to what had just happened, and both realized that it was not an unusual occurrence for her.
It sure was, Marty. Kind of crazy the way we'd both been sexually stimulated.
Everything here seems to be crazy so I wonder what other bizarre stuff we can expect. But I’ll admit that I fell completely under the spell of my feral performance, which I loved doing.
And I loved watching it, then being mounted by you again.
All of which made me feel that I was the Alpha male of this little herd.
You were that, Nikki, without any doubt.
The electric cart was built like a double horse trailer but without a roof, and the sides were open rails. Angie showed them how to climb into it, then took the drivers’ position before she started their drive through the farm while pointing at various objects. Both were impressed by the size of the farm and the large number of products that it yielded. It was the first time they had seen older centaurs that Angie said were over fifty, who supervised young foals and horses in performing their work in the fields and orchards.
"When do our people start taking on field work?" Marty asked.
"The males do at about age fifty, after they lose their youthful strength and virility, and we last as fertile females up to the same age. And all continue to be productive workers for about another forty years, when we're retired to an old age facility until we die."
"So we live about a hundred years? Not bad. How about the horses, what’s their lifespan?"
"The males, probably because they’re always in motion and work physically hard, will last about fifty years. The females, though, are so lethargic that they’ll last no more than half that time. Actually, they’re all under constant observation by our vets, who cull them whenever their output diminishes."
"What happens to them then?"
"They’re taken to the slaughterhouse and processed into various products. And since horse meat is greatly prized by everyone we slaughter most of their calves, which are born in great numbers."
"I see."
"And they're all used to the fullest, including the hides for leather and their hooves to make glue." Angie burst into laughter. "Hell, even when the veterinarians castrate them, their balls are eaten raw by some men as a means to increase their virility, and after they heal they're taken to special pens where they're force-fed twenty-four hours a day until they reach two ton in weight and are slaughtered. Their meat is really the best there is."
Jesus, Marty, that’s awfully inhumane.
Don’t be silly, Marty, that’s what they do to cattle in our time. Hell, we loved having good steaks and veal chops, and some guys love to eat bull’s balls since they believe they increase their virility. They call them Rocky Mountains Oysters, if you'll remember. Besides, these aren’t humans, you know.
Yeah, but horses are a lot more intelligent than cattle.
Maybe, but you don’t really know that so keep your mouth shut about it.
Okay, at least for the time being.
Both were quite disturbed when they stepped off the cart at the milking sheds which were arranged in rows upon rows of twenty mares each, all placed in cages that allowed them no movement whatsoever. All they could do for motion was to extend their heads into the trough, which was filled with feed mix calculated for maximum milk production. Nick and Marty were sickened by the huge size of their udders, and spent as little time around them as was possible without arousing any suspicion about their true feelings.
Once they were back on the cart Marty asked Angie if their tour was over. "It was really great, you know, to see everything but we’re both getting a bit hungry by now. We did delay the tour by a bit to get Nick to service us, if you remember."
"Yes, and it was great when we did it again twice more during the big tour. Then I guess you don’t need to see the pig pens or any other animal yards, but we could go see how the vet cuts a male balls off."
"No, I think we’d had enough for today. Besides, I’d like to wash up a bit from the dust of the trip and remnants of Nick’s juices."
"God, the idea of being constantly milked makes me real sick not just for what it represents but because once I start doing it, the bigger my production is gonna and so will the size of my breasts and udder." Marty said as they walked over to the apartment.
"You’re right about that. Not as big as the poor mares', but about Angie’s size."
"Which are pretty substantial even though she's a bit smaller than I am."
"Is there any way for you to fiddle with the system to show that you’ve been milked without actually doing it? This way you'll never start lactating so your breasts and udder will remain no larger than they are right now."
Marty gave him a surprised look. "Gosh, Nikki, you’re starting to see things as I do, and trying to manipulate the system whenever possible."
"I was never naïve, you know. But this world we found ourselves in requires that we both develop a new outlook, just as we did sexually earlier this afternoon three times and out in the open."
"Which started out as a self preservation act and ended up being a great pleasure? Unfortunately, if I don't do what I'm supposed to about giving milk I might get caught at it and who know what the consequences might be."
"Then you better do that for now. Besides, since you'd started the process already it looks like your body has reacted to it the way it was intended because your breasts seem to be a bit enlarged. But your udders have clearly filled up by now so better empty them before we leave the apartment or everyone will notice it."
Marty halted with a shudder and reached under her belly to touch her udder. "Oh, shit. They sure are filled almost to bursting, so I better empty them. But it just occurred to me that since the milking machine has a digital weight and readout system and so does the personal number scanner, they must have an advanced computer system here."
"And you need to find out what it is and how to fiddle with it so you'll be able to find out what this place is all about?" Nick asked with a chuckle.
"That's right, but first I'll need to discover lots more about who our bosses are so I’ll be able to follow their mindset directly into the their central processing unit."
"Makes sense even though unlike you I know very little about such things."
Computers became Martin’s favorite toys since discovering their amazing power and abilities—so much so that he had made finding secret data stored in them an absorbing game. He worked diligently to understand their scope before most people had even realized their existence, and became an expert at penetrating the security of any system that he wished to look into. His unique ability had amused Martin as he advanced into ever more carefully guarded systems, deriving great joy from outsmarting extremely complicated systems without leaving any trace of his visits. Despite his ability to defraud any financial institution he would have wished to, he never used computers for anything other than for personal amusement. On the practical side, he used them to track terrorist organizations domestically and internationally, uncovering their sources of funds and then destroying them by dispersing their money to charitable groups globally, and assassinating their top members.
"It’ll be important for us to learn more about this place other than just mollifying my newly acquired feminine cravings."
"Don’t be too hard on yourself, Marty, because I understand how such a thing can affect a recently converted male mind."
Marty had tears in her eyes. "Don’t take it lightly, Nikki, because my sudden phobia is actually a mortal fear of turning into what is being done to those poor mares."
"You mean you dread of becoming a milk and calf factory?"
"Well, as you just pointed out to me, I'd already become a serious milk producer. But worse is my a fear of the possibility that we might be turned into another food source species by whoever runs this operation, like they do to their horses."
"I can’t see them treating a sentient group as we are as though we were dumb animals."
"They’re not animals, but just as sentient as we are except that they’re incapable of expressing themselves because they lack vocal cords. Didn’t their mental anguish and wails penetrate your mind when we reached the pens?"
"No, but apparently they did yours because your mind's that much more highly developed than mine so you could hear their broadcasted pain. Was that why you had Angie get us out of there so quickly?"
"Yes. And the most atrocious suffering that I received came from the pen where young males were being castrated—without being anesthetized while their balls were being chopped off."
"God almighty. Why cause them such horrible pain?"
"Because apparently they lose their taste if you do it. So you see, Nikki, I must get to the bottom of what’s going on here before we run into such shit ourselves."
"You’re right, of course, which makes it urgent that we do. But let’s be careful about speaking aloud in our room because it might be bugged. Which is a scary thought."
"Yeah, it sure is. Also, I now know that I can send my mind out of my body to scan our surroundings just in case, and so can you if you train yourself to do it."
"I’ll start on it right away. But in the meantime we’ll have to mind-talk as much as possible."
"That’s right."
Back in their room, Marty stood in front of the mirror and inspected her genitals and udder closely from every angle, and groaned mentally when she discovered how much everything about them had changed since she had first seen seen them.
"How bad is it, Marty?" Nick asked, using mind-talking.
"Horribly so, Nikki. It looks like my pudenda has swelled considerably as a result of whatever shit I'd been injected with, so much so that my labias now seem to've become an integral part of my udders which are full of milk by now."
"I can see that, so you better use the machine to empty them."
"As much as I hate to do it I better, and my breasts as well because I'm literally full of fucking milk."
"Should I try to help you do it?"
"I'd rather you didn't." Marty followed Angie's instructions, and though the milking still hurt her somewhat, she felt a great sense of relief when the pressure in her udder and breasts diminished completely and she grinned at Nick once she was finished. "I can't believe that I hadn't felt my breasts and udder pulling until you'd mentioned it to me because they were so heavy that it really hurt."
"Must have been because you didn't realize what it was. How does it feel now?"
"Just as it did this morning, before my glands were induced into milk production. Hell, I had so much milk in them that my breasts yielded ten pounds and my udder almost twenty--pretty close to what Angie produced this morning and I'm sure that I'll reach her quantity tomorrow. A real fucking cow, is what they'd turned me into those sons o' bitches. And who knows what else they did to me that'll come out next."
"I agree that it's terribly infuriating, but consider the alternative, Marty."
"Like being dead and serving as maggot food? Yeah, I guess that's a worse state to be in because this is something I can fight and fully intend on doing." Marty smiled in spite of herself. "And now I better wash and douche out the tons of cum that you'd injected into me, which was great fun and maybe fair a payment for what was done to me."
"I'm glad you think so, my darling."
"But I'm still fighting mad at whoever had turned me into a frigging milk-cow."
Nick sat comfortably on one of bath steps after showering and watched Marty use the long hose she had discovered and douched herself. He burst into laughter when the irony of their reversed positions struck him and apologized quickly. "Sorry about that but the sight of you sticking that long gadget into your body made me consider the radical physical change we’d both underwent."
"And you’re happy that it’s not you who has to use it?"
"Pretty much so. But what struck me just now is how I reacted to Angie’s playing with my cock and how great it felt to impale her and then you with this huge thing I got between my legs. And then again three more times later."
Marty burst into giggles. "I think what you’re telling me is that you like being my stallion, and that fucking other females is an added bonus."
"Very much, and that I like earning my keep by making love to you and then fucking other females."
"With a meter on your cock counting your activities like in a taxi? Yeah, I agree with you about that." Marty switched to mind talking. "I actually think that I’d rather stay here than return even if it were possible, which I’m quite sure it isn’t. However, I still think that there's something sinister going on here that turned me into a cow and influences our sexual behavior and attitude toward it."
"Particularly about our easy acceptance and eagerness for multiple copulations with strangers, which goes against our moral fabric and love for each other. But couldn't it be that these bodies' hormones make you produce so much milk and also influences our mindsets to such a degree? I mean rather than someone's ominous plot."
"I doubt it because of what Angie told me happens to everyone here at about this time before the onset of estrus, when their sexual needs become overwhelming. Which, if you think about it, can't be happening to everyone at the same time unless it's done to us artificially."
"So our behavior is dictated by unnatural means?"
"Yes, and I just found out what it is that's affecting us." Marty showed him the towel with which she had dried her privates after douching, which was covered by streaks of yellow stains. "Sniff it and tell me what you smell."
Nick did and instantly understood what the strongly pungent odor on the towel had to be. "Pheromones, Marty, a scent that females emit during estrus when they're about to ovulate, which is so powerful that no male can resist it--like a call for procreation."