Page 7 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Dunno. Thought you said she was all wrapped around your hoof, start to finish," the other centaur said, with a soft grunt of effort and another thump of a hay bale.
He saidwhat?!I wanted to shout, but I bit my tongue and waited.
"Just…ignore her," Calvin muttered, and hooves clopped against floorboards. There was a quiet beat, and then the back barn door slid open and the centaur I'd been assigned to work with poked his head out.
He wasn't really very handsome, his features blunt, an overgrown beard hiding at least half his face, but not disguising the natural scowl of his heavy brow or the smirk he wore now as he found me crouched behind hay bales.
"Get in. He's comin' around the side."
I jumped up from my hiding spot and scurried into the barn. The door slid shut behind me.
"So. Little Calhasn'tpartnered with you."
My eyes had adjusted to the sunny day outside and I was thrown back into the dark now, only a few threads of light working their way through the cracks of the barn walls.
"Obviously not," I said, shrugging my bandless arm. "We had a picnic, that's all."
The centaur behind me snorted and my breath hitched as hoofsteps neared, his body heat blooming at my back.
"Wondered why they assigned you to the barn with me if you were all stitched up with another centaur," he muttered.
I turned to face him and then startled as I found myself nose to belly button. He wasmuchtaller than Calvin. I leaned back, but my eyes hadn't adjusted enough for me to make out that scowl or smirk or whatever expression was hovering above me. Just charcoal-gray coarse hair within reach.
"I'm not stitched up with anybody."
"Good for you," he answered, tone suddenly smooth and inviting. "Far too soon for you to make big decisions. You just got here. Ought to…try everyone on for size."
I snorted. "You're not being subtle, you know."
A low chuckle sounded and he stepped forward once more, furred chest bumping into mine. "I never am."
And then he bent down, scooping me up off my feet.
His nose is almost squashed,I thought. His hair was black and unkempt, a little dusty—and not just from working today, I thought. He smelledripe, although not entirely unpleasant. Animal and earth. I arched my neck and leaned in as he carried me into an even darker corner of the barn, his glower fading in the shadows. I stretched for a kiss and then gasped as I was dropped down onto a prickly seat. Another hay bale, one of the ones he'd stacked against the wall.
"You know, you're only the third girl who's even considered a centaur," he said, leaning in and forcing me to press back into the scratch of hay as he braced his hands on either side of me.
"Oh yeah? How many of the others did you 'try on for size'?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Both," he said. "I'm kinda picky about fit."
I fought a strange smile working its way onto my lips. I didn't know this centaur's name, but I knew that good sex, great sex, or bad sex, he wasnotgoing to start following me around like Calvin had. He also probably wasn't going to even so much as offer me a corner of a blanket to wipe off with. If I had to guess, he was here at the farm to fuck and not much else.
I didn't judge. The Initiative might've had noble intentions, but I was sure not all of us volunteers did.
"Ah. So they didn't come up to scratch, I take it?" I asked, leaning back and ignoring the rough stab of hay in my palms.
"They did okay."
"And what exactly are your criteria?"
"Mhm. I like small."
"I'm tall."
He snorted. "For a human, maybe. And I like tight."
I sighed. "That's what they all say."
