Page 3 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
Dick. I was looking for a bigger dick. It was time to stop being bashful about it.
My feet skidded to a stop as two men rounded the corner of the barn, heading for its wide-open doors. One was seemingly human, only reaching the other's beautiful golden, bare chest. I didn't take much notice of him. The other was one ofthem. A centaur.
I gaped openly. It was my first time seeing one in person, and even from yards—too manyyards—away, the shock rolled through me, a heavy thrill in my blood. He was massive, bigger than I'd expected, and my reformed core throbbed as I stared. He had a gleaming brown coat, slightly dusty, and it softened and lightened as it reached his human waist, sitting low and offering a mouth-watering view of his lower abdomen. I stumbled forward and he twisted, answering my stare with one of his own. His gold skin was tattooed in black patterns, and his stomach clenched, muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat.
He was handsome, with high cheekbones and a pillowy pair of lips. I licked my own as a front hoof struck against the ground and my brain was racing ahead, wondering where and how I could find a place to just spread out and offer myself up for his…
Oh.Reliefbarn.
And sure enough, with a slow, caressing glance down his long body, all muscle and shine, I found his cock. The world swam in front of me, my focus shamelessly pointed to one place, where a heavy, reddened staff of flesh was extending out of a soft sheath.
Words were muttered between the men, the centaur turning to me, while the human urged him back to the doors.
This was so many nights of shy fantasies hidden in boxes and closets and drawers, now suddenly brought out into the bright light of an afternoon on a somewhat busy farm. I would've been embarrassed by the way my body led me toward the barn while my entire vision and thought was centralized on that enormous body, but thankfully I was busy thinking about how to best go about clinging myself around that full, rounded frame and getting fucked within an inch of my life.
And then the centaur grinned at me, lifting one hand up to point at his left bicep, where a black armband interrupted the flow of his beautiful tattoo.
Black armbands were for…
Oh.
Damnit.
Black armbands were off-limits. Undomesticated monsters. I shivered at the suggestion, my body not remotely discouraged, and that bright grin crooked to one side. The centaur was led into the barn, golden tail swinging and flicking as heavy, shaggy hooves stomped against the ground.
I sighed, now thoroughly wound-up and convinced I'd been right to sign up. Right even to undergo a probably questionable magical procedure. Iwantedthat damn centaur.
We have a number of centaur candidates.
Annabelle's bright voice echoed in my head.A number of.
Which meant there'd be more around here somewhere. I squeezed my thighs together briefly and turned on my heel. I would find my cottage, put on a skirt, and go see what this farm had to offer.
2. QUICK DRAW CALVIN
My cottage was sweet and small—too small for my preferred company—and smelled like fresh paint and sawdust, proof of how new the program still was. It consisted of an open room with a serviceable couch and a kitchenette, although Annabelle had explained most people elected to eat in the large dining hall in order to socialize, as well as a bedroom and bathroom. The bed was big enough to accommodate at least two and a half people, but the ceilings weren't even tall enough to let the centaur I'd just seen inside, so I assumed I'd be getting to know my potential partners away from the cottage.
I paused in front of the bedroom, fingers twisting my limp auburn hair into twin milkmaid braids, wondering what I was supposed to do with myself.
Maybe if I was more excited about learning to farm than learning how it feels to get railed by a centaur, I might know where to go next.
Thankfully the debate was taken out of my hands with the sudden arrival of a knock on the door.
It was probably one of the human farmhands or administrators coming to check on me, but I raced for the door and threw it open as if I expected to see the big, brawny centaur from earlier.
I stopped short at the sight of a broad, pale chest that led down to an equally pale coat of hair and slender elegant muscles. A centaur. Not my—who was also notmy—centaur from earlier. But still. I gaped at him, at the way he had to hunch to one side to make eye contact under the eaves of the porch roof.
"Hey, sorry to drop by unexpectedly but Annabelle mentioned you…uh…well, she mentioned to the barn we had a new farmhand?—"
Who wanted to fuck a centaur, I thought.
"And I just…wanted to introduce myself first." He was young, early twenties, or at least whatever looked like the human early twenties for a centaur—I wasn't sure yet how their ages worked. He was handsome, with bright blue eyes and hair a shade lighter than his coat. He blushed from his cheeks down to his chest as we stared at one another for a long moment.
"I'm Frannie," I supplied, after waiting too long for the same from him.
"Oh, right, sorry, you're so—I'm Calvin," he sputtered, the color on his chest and cheeks darkening. "You're… It's really nice to meet you."
My smile bloomed and those blue eyes widened. "It's nice to meet you too, Calvin."
