Page 11 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
For a moment, a clearer head, a better version of myself, pointed out that I hadn't done so well with impulsive knee-jerk offers and acceptances of fucking. Calvin had been unsatisfying and unnecessarily clingy. And the centaur from a couple days ago had been fun and thrilling, but ultimately left me feeling kind of gross and icky afterwards.
And then the regular, fantasy-fueled, absolutely shameless version of myself returned.
"Please. Yes."
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Taylor glanced down the not-so barn-like hallway once more. Inside, the "relief barn" looked more like a contemporary doctor's office, sterile and unfortunately fluorescent. She held the door open to a comfortably large but impersonal room as I slipped inside.
"Are you sure this is okay?"
Taylor glanced at me and offered a wicked smile. "You mean, am I technically allowed to let a volunteer into an employee-only position with an as-of-yet unapproved monster? Uh…no, not so much. But he seems okay."
I blinked at her.
He seems okay.
She blinked back at me and then looked down the hall once more. "Okay, he's on his way. In or out?"
This could be a very bad idea,I reminded myself.
But maybe it could be a good one?
"In," I said, and then I stretched my arms out at my side. "How do I look?"
Taylor laughed. "Considering I made you raid my closet and your tits are three sizes too big for that shirt, I think you look like you're about to get railed. Have fun!"
The door snapped shut and I took a deep breath, glancing down to see the precariously fastened button covering my breasts pop open once more.
"Hey, Lukas. New girl's helping you out today," Taylor called down the hall.
"Pretty sure I know the routine," a low, rough, and pleasant voice answered.
"Good. You can teach it to her," Taylor quipped.
I shivered as he chuckled.
The "stall" I was in had a long cushioned table where a massive tube—a.k.a.fleshlight—was resting. It was the perfect height and narrow width for a centaur to walk over it and settle their semi-aroused cock at the tube's opening. On the wall was a dark television screen for "visual stimulation,” according to Taylor. Below was a series of controls on a panel, including pacing and tightness. I was mildly jealous. I'd tried out some of my old favorite toys the night before but, given my pussy upgrade, they no longer hit quite the same spot.
The door opened and I straightened, taking another steeling breath, and heard another button pop out of place. I didn't look down this time, too caught up in staring at the massive figure clopping slowly into the room.
He was bigger up close, having to duck to clear the doorway, body so broad it would be a strain to settle myself across his back. Before arriving at the farm, I'd assumed it was against centaur courtesy for a human to ride one, but apparently it was a pretty common practice amongst centaurs and their non-centaur mates. A form of cuddling.
I'd never really ridden a horse. There weren't many left, and definitely not in the city. I'd ridden a sex saddle once, but it couldn't begin to compare tohim.
"Hello, new girl. I'm Lukas," he greeted, his head tilting slightly, stare drinking me in.
I stumbled backward toward the wall, giving him more room to enter. "H-hi. Um, Frannie." I cleared my throat as he grinned, bright and wide, white smile shining down at me, hooves steadily thunking against the rustic wooden floorboards.
He filled the room, entirely overtaking the space, surrounding me in the scent of hay and grass and a lovely spice that tickled my nose and made my mouth water. He was tall enough that I could see the rounded, red, pulsing tip of his cock already starting to extend.
"Taylor was probably playin' tricks on me, but she said I should show you the ropes," he said. His voice was so low and soft I thought I could feel it all the way down to my toes, like a deep reverberation of bass from a car speaker.
I swallowed hard and let out a nervous laugh, tearing my eyes off his cock but only raising them as far as his beautifully golden and massive male chest. "Um, I…she told me how it works." I bit my lip and found my back suddenly to the wall as he took a few more steps forward. He had a rich russet fur coat, just a bit dusty around his hooves, and the dark blonde hair on his head was combed back, still slightly wet from a recent shower, I thought.
"You look nervous, Frannie," he said, still smiling, but he shifted to the side, nodding his head back to the door. "You don't needta worry about me. I can handle it from here."
"I—No! I…wanted to help." The words came out as a dry rasp and I could barely swallow. His nipples were flat and dark and he was even taller than the centaur from the barn, leaving my nose at the point where his human body met his horse hair, a smooth melding of clean, gleaming skin to shining fur. I had to look up what felt like a mile to find his clear, blue-gray stare. "I asked Taylor if I could helpyou," I said at last.
