Alina's story began sixteen years ago. She didn't remember any of it, but the elder centaurs did, and they told her. They'd found her, a human toddler wandering alone in the woods. Naked, with no sign of her parents, nor clue as to how she came to be there. So, the elders had taken her back to the herd. There had been some objection, a human child living amongst the proud and elusive centaurs, a species that refused to have contact with the outside world. But to leave her alone in the forest would have been murder, so Alina was allowed to stay.
She was eighteen now, and had grown into a young woman. Her long blonde hair fell in braids down her back, and she had a round face with piercing green eyes.
It was summer, so she wore no clothes; nakedness meant nothing to a centaur. Her breasts were still forming, each one now no bigger then the apples she harvested. Between her legs her sex was hidden by curls of blonde hair. Her belly was taught and her legs were shapely; constant running with the herd had kept her fit.
Alina's place in Centaur society was difficult. Although she had grown up with them, and had been grudgingly accepted as part of the herd, she was still an outsider. She could not run as fast as them, or ever be one of them. So she was kept at arms length by most. However, her adopted parents had shown her love, and then there was Ronal. She'd known Ronal since he was a foal. He wasn't as strong as the others, or as quick, so he too had been pushed aside. It was only natural then, that these two outsiders would find each other.
Alina and Ronal were off in the woods, as usual, far away from the village. She rode on his back, her hands lightly brushing the rich roan coat. That was the cover of his lower "horse" body, but from the waist up the hair fell away to reveal a man-like torso. His skin was the same ruddy colour as his coat, and from his head and down his back sprouted a thick mane of black hair that matched his tail. Ronal stopped, and Alina slipped off his back.
They'd stopped by a stream. The two played in the water for a while, then Alina lay on a rock to dry off. As she lay there, Ronal came up next to her. With his hooves on the ground, he was looking at her eye to eye. Ronal didn't know what came over him, but as he looked at Alina's face he had strong desire to kiss her. He took her hand, and when she didn't resist he leant closer. Still she didn't pull away, so he leant in further and placed a kiss on her lips. Her mouth parted in response, and his tongue slipped inside. She tasted warm and sweet, and now she was returning his kiss, sliding her own tongue into his mouth as her hands slipped around his shoulders. They kissed for what seemed an eternity, hands caressing each other. His hand found her breast, and the sudden contact on her nipple sent a shockwave through Alina. She moaned in response, and his answer was to squeeze hard. The sudden pressure felt amazing, and she could feel her pussy getting wet. Alina had never had a sexual experience before, and the sensations were new, exciting, and terrifying all at the same time, but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. Love and passion for Ronal overtook her, and she gave herself up to him.
Ronal couldn't think straight. He'd wanted this for so long, and finally Alina's lips were on his and his hands were squeezing those soft breasts. He could feel the rock pressing into his abdomen though, taking his mind off the girl in his arms. Slipping his hands under hers, he swung Alina off the rock, intending to move to a more comfortable position. Taking off guard though, Alina struggled, and slipped, falling to the grass below. "Ow" she cried, as she landed in the grass.
