Human-Centaur Relations

by Jack Doe

  Bryce had never been with anyone; his inhibitions had always held him back. While he had fantasized for years about centaurs, when the opportunity to be with another person had arisen, he had been too shy. Now he was regretting all those decisions to chicken out. This feeling was indescribable, like wanking but many times better. He felt his orgasm building in his body, felt every flick of Anul'thek's tongue on his cock and the wonderful feel of the centaur's throat as it swallowed around his throbbing prick.

  "Ohhh," Bryce groaned. His breathing became hoarse. Suddenly, he grasped Anul'thek's hand. Anul'thek glanced over at Bryce, who gave him a pleading expression. He pulled his mouth off Bryce's cock.

  "If you want me to stop," he said teasingly, "you're gonna have to say so."

  "I–I want..." Bryce murmured.

  "What's that?" Anul'thek asked, positioning his mouth back over Bryce's cock, "I can't hear you over the sound of your climax!"

  He gave a series of flicks of the tongue to Bryce's cock and then swallowed it deeply, and Bryce gasped and moaned as his buttocks came off the ground, lifted by his arms, shoulders, and heels as his orgasm wracked his body.

  Anul'thek held onto Bryce's body, driving the human's cock deeper down his throat as Bryce moaned in post-orgasmic agony. Convinced that Bryce was spent, Anul'thek carefully pulled Bryce's cock from his mouth and let him rest. Bryce looked over him with a dreamy, blissful expression.

  "That was..." Bryce trailed off.

  Anul'thek chuckled. "Good?" he asked.

  Bryce rolled his eyes back to convey bliss.

  "Good," Anul'thek said with a grin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He sprawled out next to Bryce, stroking his hair.

  When Bryce's afterglow finally subsided, he turned to Anul'thek. "I wanted to suck you, too," he said regretfully, the inhibition-inhibiting grass making his words flow more easily.

  Anul'thek glanced down at his groin. "Nothing's stopping ya," he teased.

  Bryce sat up and crawled down between Anul'thek's legs. "Just don't kick me, okay?" he said warily.

  Anul'thek chuckled. "It's your first time," he said. "I'll make it easy on you." He rolled over and got to his feet. His crotch was now within easy grasp, and flying hooves were no longer a concern.

  "I've never done this," Bryce said apologetically.

  "Everybody's got a first time," Anul'thek said reassuringly. "I'll help you."

  Bryce stroked Anul'thek's belly with his fingers, feeling the soft hair. The hair itself was arousing to him! Tentatively, he brushed his fingers back towards Anul'thek's sheath. Reaching it, he ran his fingers around it, feeling the soft, pliable skin and the heat that radiated from it.

  "Ooh," Anul'thek said as his sheath began to evert, "you're a natural." He sighed in pleasure as Bryce tickled his fingers over the growing lump that came from the centaur's sheath. Soon a big, black mushroom of a head emerged, followed by a shaft that was just as black and that seemed to just keep growing and growing.

  Bryce's eyes widened. He couldn't put that in his mouth! Where would it fit?

  "Just give it a lick," Anul'thek said encouragingly.

  Bryce brought his face close to the large, fast-hardening member. It smelled musky, a wild, uninhibited smell that turned him on. He tasted it. It was warm and firm to his tongue's touch. It throbbed when his tongue made contact and had a gamy flavor. He ran his tongue from where it made first contact up to the head. The gaminess intensified, and as he stuck his tongue in the centaur's slit, a film of pre-ejaculate greeted him. That explained the taste, he thought. It was a good taste, and he licked the centaur's urethral opening again, seeking more. He was justly rewarded, and he began to slather the centaur's massive head with his tongue, making it jump and bob in delight.

  "Oh," Anul'thek groaned. He made a guttural noise that Bryce couldn't identify. Bryce kept nursing the cock, and as he did, he moved underneath Anul'thek with the centaur's cock pointing into his mouth and used both of his hands to stroke it, rocking his body backward and forward. Anul'thek began to thrust subconsciously in time with Bryce's ministrations. His body tensed, and to Bryce's amazement, he rose up on the toes of his hooves. His cock gave a warning throb, and then shot hard into Bryce's mouth, bouncing out of it and spewing backward onto Anul'thek's legs and all over Bryce's face. Bryce reeled from a feeling akin to water up his nose as Anul'thek dropped back to his hooves, his cock going limp in Bryce's hand. Before it could retract, however, Bryce was all over it, licking the semen off. It was strangely fruity, nothing like his own, and it tasted delicious, like an effervescent fruit punch.

  "Oh, that was good," Anul'thek said as he lay next to Bryce, sprawled out in bliss. He made the guttural noise again.

  "What's that sound?" Bryce asked.

  Anul'thek grinned sheepishly. "It's an expletive," he said. "Kind of like your 'fuck.'"

  Bryce chuckled. "That good, huh? Good enough I earned a 'fuck'?"

  Anul'thek gave him a significant look. "Just say the word, and I'm yours," he teased. Bryce snickered. "Was it everything you'd hoped?" Anul'thek asked.

  Bryce looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

  "Yeah, I saw your centaur collection," Anul'thek said. Bryce's eyes bulged, and his face turned white with embarrassment. "If I hadn't been afraid of making a mess, I would have masturbated to several of them myself," Anul'thek grinned. The color returned to Bryce's face, and a rueful grin spread across it.

  "Which one's your favorite?" Bryce asked uncertainly.

  Anul'thek replied instantly. "Definitely the comic where the human and the centaur trade off," he said.

  Bryce's eyes sparkled. "That's my favorite one, too!" he said.

  "It's so hot!" they chorused, then looked at each other, a hint of embarrassment coloring both their features.

  "Do you...do you wanna try it?" Anul'thek asked. It was the first time since their first meeting that Bryce had ever seen the centaur uncertain of himself. He thought it was sweet.

  "Definitely," he said quietly. Glancing ruefully at his spent member, he added, "But not right this minute."

  "Well, no," Anul'thek said awkwardly, "not right now, but..."

  "Just kiss already!" Grandpa called from across the field.

  The two looked over, startled, to find Charles up to his balls inside the mare that had seduced Bryce earlier. Both he and the mare had expressions of pleasure as they glanced over their shoulders at the young, awkward couple.

  "Grandpa!" Bryce cried, "what would Grandma think?" It was a moot point; his grandmother had been dead for many years, but still!

  Charles glanced over from behind the most excellent mare that had done a most excellent job of seducing him, and without interrupting his thrusts into her, called out, "Menage a trois?"

  Bryce and Anul'thek burst out laughing as the mare's eyes rolled back in her head in ecstasy.

  Bryce turned to look at Anul'thek, and Anul'thek turned to look at Bryce. Anul'thek pawed the ground. Bryce moved forward. Anul'thek moved forward.

  They met in the middle. The kiss was innocent, devoid of any baggage, timeless, and tender. There was no lust involved—that had just been satiated; it was a kiss of affection between two males that had waited for the perfect moment to happen.

  Charles climaxed inside the mare just in time to see his grandson and the boy's lover. A tear rolled down one of his cheeks that he quickly brushed away to hide it. The mare brought him a piece of fruit, and the two of them sat watching the young lovers and delighting in the fruit and each other's company. There wasn't much they could say to each other—the language barrier prevented it—but the company was good nevertheless. Ing'ma noticed the pair, too, and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

  The kiss lingered, and both man and centaur sighed as it ended. Looking into Anul'thek's eyes, Bryce whispered, "Everything I hoped it'd be," smiling. Anul'thek nodded, smiling as well. The two cuddled together, relaxing on the grass.

  An incoming purple
fruit landed between them, startling the pair before bouncing off the grass...and bouncing again...and again...until it finally rolled off into the stream.

  Before Bryce could ponder the fact that the fruit bounced, Charles called out, "Catch!" grinning and tossing another one of the strange-colored fruits. Bryce looked over just in time to catch it. It was surprisingly heavy, and he weighed it in his arms. "You gotta try that," Charles said, beaming. "It's like no fruit you've ever eaten!"

  Bryce grinned at his grandfather. "Am I gonna like this, Grandpa?" he asked, an eyebrow raised in mock suspicion. He briefly remembered the day his grandfather had told him to "hold out his hands and close his eyes, and he would get a big surprise" and had rewarded him with a handful of pumpkin guts many Halloweens ago.

  "Find out and see!" Charles retorted with a grin, wandering off to explore the place some more. Bryce looked after him. He looked at least twenty years younger, and Bryce had never seen him so happy. He turned his attention to the fruit in his lap. It looked like an eggplant-colored watermelon with dimples in the top like a coconut. He glanced at Anul'thek.

  "It's great," Anul'thek said encouragingly. "One of my favorites!"

  Bryce bit into it. The flesh was as hard as a rock, and his teeth scraped across it fruitlessly, making him cringe. Anul'thek stifled a chuckle, but seeing Bryce's perplexed look, he lost his composure, flopping back onto the grass and holding his stomach with laughter.

  "All right, fine!" Bryce said, laughing and holding the fruit out for Anul'thek. "You show me how to do it!"

  Anul'thek shook his head and stuck his thumb into the top of the fruit where the stem used to be, and it sank easily into it. He followed it with his other thumb, hooked them around the insides of the fruit, and pulled. The fruit split in half, revealing a lime-green interior with a giant pit about the size of a coconut inside. Bryce's eyes bulged. The flesh was slimy, but it didn't smell like any fruit Bryce had ever eaten. It did not smell at all sweet. In fact, it smelled like a steak house. Bryce did a double-take.

  "Surprising, isn't it?" Anul'thek asked, grinning.

  "Wait, you live with this stuff, and it surprises you?" Bryce asked incredulously.

  Anul'thek gave a sheepish shrug. "Well, it was surprising thirty years ago when we got onto the ship," he said. "It's new: the botanists, geneticists, and several others invented it."

  "Invented it?" Bryce asked, impressed.

  "Yeah," Anul'thek said, impressed with the invention himself. "Your people spend a lot of time working with metals and machines. My people spend a lot of time working with living things." Bryce nodded, and Anul'thek gestured to the fruit. "Eat, eat!" he said encouragingly.

  Bryce sniffed the fruit. He had to admit, it smelled wonderful, but the smell did not go with it. He stuck a finger into the fruit gingerly and pulled it out, sniffing his finger. Sure enough, it smelled like a steak.

  Anul'thek's hand clamped over Bryce's face, holding the fruit to his lips. Bryce started and tried to struggle, but Anul'thek teased him in his ear, "Don't fight it. Just taste the meatfruit." He grinned and Bryce gingerly stuck his tongue out to taste the fruit pressed to his lips. He gasped and then opened his mouth to let it all inside. It was like the best steak he'd ever eaten, oozing juice, perfectly aged and seasoned, and the texture was not at all what he'd expected. It was almost buttery, like a piece of meat allowed to caramelize. His eyes rolled back in his head. Fuck, it was good! He pounced on the fruit in his lap and dug out piece after piece of the fruit's flesh, slurping them down with gusto. Now his interest was piqued: if this is what this fruit tasted like, what did the others taste like?

  Anul'thek chuckled at Bryce's newfound enthusiasm. "You've gotta learn to relax and try things," he said, clapping Bryce on the back. Bryce glanced over at him sheepishly, still chewing a piece of the meatfruit. He swallowed.

  "Why is the pit so big?" he asked, gesturing to the giant seed in the middle of the fruit. Anul'thek shrugged unknowingly. "If I had to guess," he said, "it's because it took a lot of genetic material to make that fruit taste like a steak, and they couldn't get it any smaller." Bryce rolled his eyes, and Anul'thek added, "...or I could be full of it," with a grin. He rose.

  "Where are you going?" Bryce asked.

  Anul'thek didn't answer; he just tagged Bryce's shoulder and took off running across the field. Bryce sat for an instant, not sure of what had just happened, but it came to him suddenly, and he jumped to his feet. He stopped. He couldn't help but admire Anul'thek's body as he ran: the muscles of his powerful haunches sending him thundering across the field, his chest pushed out in front of him, his upper body undulating in time to the beat of his hooves. He stopped a distance away and called out to Bryce tauntingly, "Are you going to stare all day, Two-Legs, or are you gonna try to catch me?"

  Bryce called back, "Oh, no, you didn't!" and took off after him. It no longer mattered to him that he had no clothes on.

  "Oh, yes, I did," Anul'thek called back. He let Bryce close half the distance and then trotted off, remaining just out of Bryce's reach. It was clear that the human was no match for him in terms of speed. Anul'thek slowed down in minute increments, letting Bryce catch him as he flopped on the ground. Bryce flopped down, resting on his chest, breathing hard.

  "Not...fair..." Bryce panted.

  Anul'thek laughed, his chest rumbling under Bryce's head. "Yeah, that's probably true," he said.

  Bryce looked up at him quizzically. "Why?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath.

  "Centaurs have a few advantages over humans," Anul'thek said. "For one thing, we have four legs, which means that while two rest, the other two can push us forward." Bryce frowned. "But more than that," he said, "we have two sets of lungs and two hearts."

  Bryce did a double-take. "Wha–?" he asked.

  Anul'thek nodded. "Listen," he said, positioning Bryce's head over his upper chest. Bryce heard the centaur's heart beating, slowly and evenly, as if it had done little work at all to keep him moving so fast. Still, he heard only one heartbeat. Bryce lifted his head and gave Anul'thek a puzzled look.

  "Now listen down here," Anul'thek said, pushing Bryce's head down between his forelegs. Bryce tilted his head so that he could listen to the centaur's lower chest. Here his heart pounded rapidly, and he could hear the centaur's breath in the lungs.

  Bryce's eyes grew wide as he pulled his head out from between the centaur's legs to lie on his chest again. "But...why?" he asked.

  "I don't know why," Anul'thek said, "but it really is wonderful for us." He pointed to his chest. "This chest is for my brain," he said, "and for speech. No matter how hard I run, I can always talk easily because this set of lungs rarely has to do any extra work. My heart only beats fast when I'm nervous, excited, or thinking really hard." He pointed between his legs. "That's the chest that does all the work when I run," he said. "They're bigger lungs and a bigger heart, and they have a lot more area to cover."

  "But you only have one mouth to breathe out of," Bryce said. "How doesn't that affect your speaking?"

  "Two windpipes," Anul'thek replied. "A smaller one for speech and singing, and a bigger one for keeping my body going." He grinned. "Have you noticed how we all sing a lot?"

  Bryce nodded. "Yeah, I heard it as soon as the door opened."

  "We can sing while we run," Anul'thek replied, "or plant, or plow, or harvest." He grew thoughtful. "I don't think any of us knows why we have two sets," he said, "but I think most of us are pretty joyful that we do."

  Bryce smiled. The reference to the centaurs' maxim didn't escape him.

  Suddenly, Ing'ma's voice boomed from everywhere at once. Bryce jumped and sat bolt upright, and Anul'thek rose to rest on his forearm, pulling Bryce into his chest with the other one. Bryce settled in comfortably and listened as Ing'ma addressed his people. It sounded like a series of grunts, words, whinnies, and squeaks that must have taken the entire vocal range to produce. Bryce glanced up at Anul'thek, who was listening intently and nodding. Bryce pok
ed him. "What's he saying?" he asked, and Anul'thek translated.

  "Friends," Ing'ma began, "today is a joyous day, more joyous than any other I have ever lived!"

  The room shook with applause and the thunderous sound of hooves being stomped. There were cheers and whoops from the audience.

  "Some of you have already met our guests," Ing'ma continued, "but for those who haven't, I am thrilled to introduce the humans Charles and Bryce!"

  Charles stood and waved enthusiastically, like a tourist that had been given celebrity status for a day and couldn't get enough.

  Ing'ma looked around. "Where's Bryce?" he asked, mostly to himself.