Human-Centaur Relations

by Jack Doe

  She took a step forward abruptly, and he had to take a step not to fall over. She turned to him, giving him a dirty look. "You're thinking again," she accused him with a hint of teasing.

  "I–oh, come on!" he said, frustrated.

  She shook her head. "Let go," she said firmly. "Don't think. Let your body do what it wants to do. Stop fighting it." She cocked her head again curiously. "Why do you fight it, Bryce?" she asked.

  "I didn't want to get off so fast," he replied.

  "Why not?" she asked.

  "I didn't want to let you down," he said, twisting his foot in the grass, embarrassed.

  She laughed gently.

  "What's so funny?" Bryce asked, annoyed.

  She smiled. "Bryce, you've already outlasted most of the centaurs in here," she said, waving her hand over the field.

  "I have?" he asked, surprised.

  "Yeah," she said with a shrug. "Stallions aren't exactly known for lasting a long time," she said, "and mares are known for being hard to last inside." She winked mischievously. "Especially me."

  "But how is that any fun for you?" Bryce asked.

  "Lots of ways," she said. "First, I've already had every stallion in here today that would have me." Bryce's eyes bulged, but she continued unabashedly. "I get a lot of pleasure out of multiple partners. They all have different nuances in the way they approach, the reactions they give when I bring them close, the noises they make when I take them over the edge. Every one of their cocks is unique; I can feel the individual ridges, and believe me, it is just as stimulating to me as my vagina is to them!" She rolled her eyes back, reliving some of her favorite experiences. "And I didn't say you outlasted all of them," she said, grinning conspiratorially. "There are a few who can last quite a while. They're my go-to guys when I need something that lasts longer."

  Bryce blushed a bit when a thought hit him.

  "What are you thinking?" Ala'ni asked. "Let it out! Don't chew your tongue."

  Bryce frowned. "You mean 'bite my tongue?'"

  "Oh, yes, bite your tongue," Ala'ni corrected herself sheepishly.

  Bryce hesitated, but then he asked, "Who's the best?"

  "You really want to know?" Ala'ni asked, a devilish grin on her lips.

  Bryce grinned but narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Yeah," he said slowly.

  "Ing'ma," she said.

  Bryce's grin vanished as his jaw fell open. She closed it for him again with a wink. "Surprised, aren't you?" she asked. Bryce nodded speechlessly. "The young always assume that anything their elders can do, they can do better," she teased. "Think about the centuries of experience he's had. If he only had one centaur a day, he'd be at almost 400,000." Bryce pursed his lips thoughtfully as she added, "but he usually has at least four or five." His head reeled. That was...

  "Millions," she said. "Yes, he's very experienced." She grinned. "And very good."

  "But...he's so old!" Bryce sputtered. "How does he keep up?"

  Ala'ni shrugged. "I don't know," she said, "but he leaves me trying to keep up with him."

  Bryce stared off into space, trying to wrap his head around the concept. Ing'ma didn't look frail, that was for sure, but at a thousand years old, he was still getting it on with four or five centaurs a day? No wonder he looked young, Bryce thought as a wry grin crossed his face.

  "Bryce?" Ala'ni asked.

  "Yeah?" Bryce asked, coming out of his musing.

  "Mount me." She flicked her tail up, exposing her dripping sex, so excited from before, and reliving her past experiences had only put her all the more in the mood. She pivoted to present herself to him and squatted. As she did, her lips parted, letting her juices drip to the ground. This time, Bryce took a breath, his cock throbbed, and he plunged in unpremeditatedly, driving himself up to his testes inside of her. She sighed in pleasure, feeling his instincts take control, feeling him focus on his own needs. He thrust into her with increasing speed, his urge to climax building and spurring him faster and harder. She braced herself against the ground, grunting under her breath and rocking in time to his thrusts. She could feel the throbbing of his cock, the hardening and lengthening as if it were desperately trying to reach out and grab his orgasm from deep within her womb. With expert timing, she clamped down on his writhing rod, and he shuddered and cried out, loudly enough that several of the centaurs nearby took notice and watched the end of the show as he gasped for breath, standing on his tiptoes out of reflex, and finally collapsed on her back, panting. For her part, a self-satisfied grin mixed with ecstasy had painted itself across her face as she reached around to stroke his head, lying next to her withers.

  "That's it," she said softly. "I'm proud of you."

  Eyes closed, he nodded and smiled while he finished catching his breath.

  "Thank you," he said. "I had no idea."

  "You're welcome," she said. "Anytime," she added, giving him a significant look. She winked, stroked his belly teasingly, and pranced off, looking mighty satisfied with herself. Bryce shook his head, grinning. She was a handful.

  Speaking of handful, he thought to himself, he needed to go find Anul'thek. He went back to where they had been lying earlier, but the centaur had gone. Bryce grabbed an orange, peeled it, dropped the peel in the stream, and went off to find his friend.

  Chapter 23

  Anul'thek had been watching his human friend with Ala'ni, and his reactions had been mixed. He was happy to see Bryce finally relax enough to at least go with her. While Anul'thek had no interest in her sexually, he liked her as a centaur: she was always up to something, which made her fun, and she had the best of hearts. And, even though Anul'thek preferred his own gender, he could not deny that she was easy on the eyes. As such, he could not be happier for either of them that they'd finally gotten around to intercourse.

  His emotions changed, though, as he saw the instincts come out inside of Bryce. He felt a pang of something, an unpleasant feeling that made him want to be angry, but he could not understand why. Was he angry with Bryce? Was he angry with Ala'ni? Confused, he rose from his place and sought out Ing'ma.

  He arrived just in time for Ing'ma to send one of the mares on her way with a look of rapture on her face. Anul'thek grinned and shook his head. "Ing'ma," he said, giving his mentor the standard greeting, "I seek your wisdom."

  "Oh?" Ing'ma replied. "Where is Bryce?" he asked.

  Anul'thek's jaw tensed. "Out with Ala'ni," he said.

  "Oh, wonderful!" Ing'ma replied. "I do hope things go well; I'm sure they will."

  "Ah, about that, Ing'ma..." Anul'thek said, trailing off.

  Ing'ma gave his pupil a penetrating look. "Go on," he said thoughtfully, although he already suspected the nature of the visit.

  "I am happy for the two of them," Anul'thek began. "But seeing the two of them gave me a feeling, one I haven't felt before. I can't identify it, Ing'ma."

  "Is it a good feeling or a bad feeling?" Ing'ma probed.

  "A bad one," Anul'thek replied. "I want to feel angry, but I don't know why, or even at whom. One or both of them, but I don't know why."

  Ing'ma nodded. "It seems," he said with a gentle smile, "that the your friend has rubbed off on you a bit."

  Anul'thek looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" he asked.

  "Have you forgotten this morning already?" Ing'ma asked, grinning wryly.

  "Oh, that?" Anul'thek asked, considering it. "The jealousy?"

  "Yes, the jealousy," Ing'ma replied, raising his eyebrows for emphasis. Seeing that his pupil hadn't grasped the significance, he went on. "Your centaur roots are happy for him," he said, and Anul'thek nodded, "but there is a part of you now, a part that you'd never been aware of before, that wants him to yourself. Isn't that right?"

  Anul'thek frowned, mulling it over. "Do I, Ing'ma? Is that what I'm feeling? Am I angry at Ala'ni because she 'took' him from me, and am I angry at him because he left me?" As he said it, he could feel the words ringing true, and he gasped. "Ing'ma! What does this mean? Why is it happen
ing to me?"

  Ing'ma put a hand on Anul'thek's shoulder. "Be peaceful, Anul'thek," he replied serenely. "Charles!" he called out, and Charles, who had been watching the foals play, looked up and came over. He greeted both Ing'ma and Anul'thek and sat with them.

  "What's up?" he asked. Anul'thek repeated his dilemma, and Charles nodded, exchanging glances with Ing'ma. "Yes," he said when Anul'thek finished, "it does sound like jealousy to me."

  "But why is it happening?" Anul'thek asked. "I have never felt jealous before."

  "Anul'thek, tell me honestly," Charles said, "and not because I'm his grandfather, but for your own sake. Do you care for Bryce?"

  "Yes," Anul'thek replied without hesitation.

  Charles nodded. "Do you wish for him to be happy?"

  "Yes," Anul'thek replied.

  "Would you be happier if he chose to be happy with you, as opposed to someone else?"

  Anul'thek replied, "Yes," and then paused. It had slipped out; he hadn't realized that he wanted Bryce to choose him over someone else. He hung his head.

  Charles smiled, leaned over from where he was sitting, and rubbed Anul'thek's leg. "Don't worry; it happens," he said.

  "It shouldn't," Anul'thek retorted. "I was not brought up to be selfish like this. It is not the way centaurs live."

  "Anul'thek," Ing'ma said hastily but firmly, "None of us expects perfection of you, least of all me. You have grown close to his human. I've recognized that since you delivered your first report. He is one human, and you are one centaur among many. I understand why you would worry that he would choose someone else."

  "Especially Ala'ni," Charles chimed in. The centaurs gave him a look, and he winced. "I'm sorry, Anul'thek," he said ruefully, "that wasn't helpful." He paused, and in the silence, Anul'thek spoke.

  "What did you tell Bryce about jealousy?" he challenged Charles. "You told him it wasn't a good thing, I will bet; he came and apologized for it later. If it is not good for him to be jealous, then it is not good for me."

  Charles shook his head. "No, it isn't good for either of you," he said, "but you have not harmed him; instead of lashing out at him or at us, you came to ask advice. That's why I like you, Anul'thek. Age-wise, you're not much his senior if you put your age in human years, but you are in many ways far more mature, an excellent role model."

  "I must apologize to him," Anul'thek said, unmoved.

  Ing'ma put a hand on his shoulder. "Anul'thek," he said, "do not be hasty. Listen to what Charles has to say."

  Anul'thek nodded. "Learn from this experience," Charles said. "Recognize, embrace, and be joyful that you care for him, that you desire his company. Acknowledge the feelings of jealousy, accept that they are valid–"

  "But they aren't valid!" Anul'thek protested.

  Charles shook his head. "All emotions are valid, Anul'thek," he replied. "There is no logic to emotion; they come and they go as much as the air in your lungs. But like the air in your lungs, you can choose when to let them go and when to embrace them." Anul'thek started; he hadn't thought of it that way. "Cherish the desire you have for him, but let the jealousy go. Embrace the goodwill you have towards him and let the anger go."

  Anul'thek nodded. The human might not be a millennium old, but he certainly had wisdom.

  "Anul'thek," Ing'ma said, and said something in their native language as Bryce walked up.

  "Hey, guys!" Bryce said. "How's it going?"

  "Oh, hey, Bryce," Charles said, smiling. "Did you enjoy your time with Ala'ni?"

  "Oh, fuck, yes," Bryce said, beaming.

  "She is a lot of fun, isn't she?" Charles asked, grinning.

  "I had no idea it could be so much fun," Bryce replied. "She said you've been teaching her English."

  "That I have," Charles replied. "And she has picked up on it very fast."

  "I'll say! She's mighty smart." Bryce paused, and then repeated, "and so much fun!"

  Anul'thek smiled but said nothing.

  "Um, Ing'ma?" Bryce asked, glancing at Anul'thek and his grandfather, "Could I talk to you a minute?"

  Ing'ma frowned, surprised. "Sure, Bryce." Charles and Anul'thek gave quizzical glances but walked off to give them some privacy.

  "What is it, Bryce?" Ing'ma asked, his curiosity piqued.

  "I'm, um, sort of embarrassed to ask," Bryce said, "but..." he paused, and then suddenly, a light clicked on in his mind, and he regained his confidence, but only for a moment. He reached forward and stroked Ing'ma's belly and then stood, his hands clasped in front of him, his face reddening.

  Ing'ma's face twisted into a beaming, wry grin. "Uh, oh," he chuckled, "I believe you would say 'the jig is up'; my reputation has preceded me."

  Bryce grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I've heard some things from several centaurs," he said.

  "And you wanted to find out if they were true?" Ing'ma asked.

  "Uh, huh."

  "I'm happy to oblige," Ing'ma said. He glanced out across the field at Charles and Anul'thek. "Let's go to the observation deck," he suggested. Bryce nodded and followed him.

  The door melted away as they entered, and just as it had disappeared, like cake batter being poured, it materialized again behind them.

  Bryce wasn't exactly sure how to go from here, but thinking over how his encounters had gone so far, he went to the edge of the room and put his hands against the wall to give himself something to brace against for when Ing'ma came down on top of him.

  "Let's take it slowly," Ing'ma said gently, rubbing his fingers down Bryce's back. Bryce turned to return the greeting, but Ing'ma returned him to his position and used both hands, slowly running up and down Bryce's back. The feeling was both soothing and exciting. While the worry of his faux pas earlier and the concern over having to go back to Earth in just a short time melted away, the thought of having been with Ala'ni and what he learned from her and the sex with Anul'thek surfaced in his mind, filling him with a peaceful but aroused feeling. As the rubbing continued, he began to feel as though he was in a trance, a lust-induced trance that heightened his senses. He could feel the touch of Ing'ma's fingers, could hear the centaur's soft breathing.

  Ing'ma's fingers rounded his body and began to run up and down his chest and back simultaneously. As they grazed Bryce's nipples, Bryce gasped and his trance intensified. He could feel his body reacting, not only in his crotch, but all over: he could feel his pulse increase, could feel his body temperature rise. He could hear and feel his breath speeding and growing raspy. It was in this state that Ing'ma mounted him.

  There was pain, but it was distant, very far off. Why bother with it? Bryce thought. He let it go. There was pleasure, also very far off. I like this, Bryce thought, and in his trance, he went towards the pleasure, and as he did so, it got stronger and stronger. He could feel every contour of the centaur's cock as it thrust into and out of him. Each little bump seemed to massage his prostate with its own particular style, and Bryce quickly felt the orgasm building.

  Not yet, he thought. He wanted to continue to enjoy this. Unlike before with Ala'ni, he wasn't fighting a fear of failure; he was trying to make the moment last, something she would have eagerly encouraged. The feeling of his orgasm remained present, but like a stack of papers on a desk, he found that he could shove it away; it would still be there, ready to be recalled at a moment's notice, but he didn't have to deal with it right now.

  And so the pleasure continued. He felt Ing'ma's cock throbbing inside of him, felt the way it tugged on his ass, the ridges of the centaur's cock teasing and taunting his anus just as they teased and taunted his prostate.

  The stack of papers that was Bryce's orgasm began to move closer. He pushed it away again, but it was now unrelentingly moving towards him, demanding attention. Oh, hell, he thought. Just another moment...

  Ing'ma's median band passed over Bryce's prostate on the way out just before it touched his anus, sending Bryce over the edge. In his trance-like state, he didn't know what his body did, but he felt as though he was soaring on th
e most exhilarating pair of wings, diving like a falcon into a canyon, only to pull up and blast over the planet in the blink of an eye. A warm glow from his groin and mind spread and joined in his chest before expanding out to his extremities. His whole body tingled with bliss that he had never been able to fathom. He didn't know it when he shot his semen all over his chest, the floor, and the wall. He didn't recognize it when Ing'ma pulled out and stood beside him, watching him carefully to make sure that he came down all right. It wasn't until several minutes after the centaur pulled him into his arms, sitting on the deck and rocking him gently that he came to. When he did, it was with a start.

  "Ing'ma!" Bryce said, startled but dreamily. "Where–where am I?"