It's my first foray into human/centaur land. Comments and critiques are welcome.
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I realized today that the human race can't satisfy me anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I find men attractive. And while I consider myself straight, I've had two experiences with women as well. My sexual romps have spanned the spectrum and I've been active since the late high school days.
But in the recent years, I've been losing the excitement.
I guess part of it has to do with my partner having a lot to handle. I'm not fat by any means, I'm a tall girl at 6'1" and have wide curves to compliment it. My chest can be described as more than ample at a hefty 36F bust, and I've learned that busty redheads always draw the most attention. My fair skin is a beacon in the sunlight.
Maybe that's why I've grown bored. So many opportunities, and at the end of the day, I feel like I've experienced them all.
And given I'm a large girl, I have... height requirements. Yes, they need to be well-endowed. It's become harder and harder to find those boys, and the girls I played with used large toys which were, well, fun. But not as satisfying as feeling the warmth of another body inside me.
I'd just finished college and was figuring out what to do with my life when a news report gave me some direction. The reporter was talking about a remote colony of centaurs that was recently discovered in Romania. The fact that such a creature exists was already blowing my mind, but other aspects were keeping me glued to the TV.
They were... attractive. Very attractive. All horse below, but their upper bodies were ripped and toned, surely from years of hunting and manual labor. Their skin bronzed and taut, their abs perfectly sculpted, and their hair shoulder length, sometimes short. Was this a paradise?
Then I saw what I was looking for. The solution to my problems. While the news station tried to divert cameras when they realized what it was, there was enough imagery to understand what it was. These guys were HUNG. Like, they're cocks didn't match the human-side of them; it matched the horse-side. I'd never seen anything so thick and long on a man before, and I went online to find a community that had already captured a screenshot of it.
Time to do some backpacking.
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There wasn't much to say goodbye to. I had no roommates, no significant other (other than disappointing fuck buddies), no pets, etc. My parents lived in another city hours away, and I made a point to visit them first.
A trip to Europe! They were excited for me, thank goodness. They provided funds and helped set me up with a company that took care of youngsters like myself when traveling abroad. I could use someone that spoke English and knew the area to get me to my, erm, destination. I thanked them and was on my way.
The whole trip over, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Could the cock the size of a horse's even, you know, fit? I certainly wasn't shallow down there, I knew that much. I needed guys of the largest caliber to fill me to a satisfying amount and strike deep. But this was a whole new ballgame. The girth alone might kill me.
Oh well. Student loan debt was probably going to make the rest of my life miserable regardless. Death by centaur cock sounded satisfying enough.
I arrived before I could fully contemplate if I had lost my mind (spoiler alert: I have.) The kindest Romanian man and we were off to the wilderness.
The town I was holeing up in had a small hotel I could stay in if things didn't pan out the way I'd hoped. I wasn't sure what I expected yet. The fantasy was to live with them, learn their ways, become one with nature. But was I someone who could fit that lifestyle?
The sex alone might do it for me, so hey, worth a shot!
I spent a night in the hotel to get over the jet lag. I dismissed the guide, despite his confusion on why an American girl wanted to be alone in small town in Romania. I offered him some of my parent's funds to stay quiet about that and to tell anyone that asked that I was exploring the country on my own.
The next day I got myself ready. What would a centaur want in a human woman? I found a short white summer dress that fit well for the weather and rode up way too high for someone like me. The wind could blow it enough to expose my plump ass cheeks. And it had a lovely large V in front to show off my cleavage. No bra, no panties. I just grabbed a cute summer fedora to keep my pale face from burning and was on my way.
The town was small, but I could see it was busier than it what it was accustomed. The centaurs had been sighted a few miles from here, so news crews had camped in the hotels and hostels available. I grabbed breakfast and smiled to the few English-speaking folks I could find.
As the morning waned on, I made my way out of town towards the wilderness. A man in military garb confronted me briefly;a blockade had been constructed to keep only certain humans from interacting with our first meeting of non-human intelligences. But after feigning innocence, saying I only wanted to go for a brief walk, and pressing my cleavage together to give him more incentive, he let me pass.
Europe really was beautiful, especially in the summer time. How come I'd never thought to visit before? The long grass, the flowers in bloom, the tall trees lining the dirt path as I made my way through the hills; it was a scene I could stare at for hours.
Some reservations started to form in my mind as I walked. Maybe this wasn't such the best idea. I mean, what did we even know about these creatures? They seemed to act human enough, but what about the rest of their cultures? Communities in the distant past had strict rules that could result in your death if you broke them. Was I willing to risk this for a huge horse-man's cock?
Probably. Ok, I definitely have some issues.
