Futa Centauress Story~
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Jason let out a soft despairing sigh. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right.
His co-worker and friend Paul had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to begin with at least, he'd loved the idea of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if not, swipe left, easy right? But as days had passed and conversation with matches led nowhere but the occasional hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the beast, no longer bothering to read their profiles or checking for any compatibility, now, as he lay on his couch, the TV in the background playing some mindless sports he only barely glanced at each women's pictures before he swiped right on them.
Jason was, he knew, not by any means unattractive, he had a slender build with warm friendly features, short brown hair and liked to consider himself quite open.
Tinder had netted him a few dates, a couple with women, a couple with dickgirls and though many had ended in a memorable night, sometimes with him on top, sometimes not, none had given him that spark he was really looking for.
He paused as he made a match, no longer feeling the thrill of surprise and excitement as he had initially been, but he was still curious to see who'd swiped right on him.
The girl that popped up on his feed was cute, a bright attractive smile, blue eyes and red hair, skin pale but with an adorable smattering of freckles, she looked to be plus sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating scene but certainly not something that put him off her. Beauty was beauty, and sometimes having a little extra made for a more pleasant experience, soft and warm, more relaxing and loving, or so he figured, anyway.
He checked her profile and was intrigued to find it was rather slim on details, listing her as being just shy of six and a half foot and a dickgirl.
He raised his eyebrows some, six and a half foot was tall, almost a foot taller than himself and yet another thing he'd never before experienced in a partner.
He leaned back and thought about what she would be like, as tall as she was and plus sized too she would be a figure to behold. Given the measurements he was aware of, after all, he couldn't help but wonder just how well equipped she would likely be between her thighs too.
As he was scrolling through her pictures, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling face, only a few snaps capturing a hint of the seemingly impressive size of her bust, a little bubble popped up in the lower corner of his screen.
'Hey'
He opened it and was surprised to see it was the redhead whos pictures he'd been browsing through, Sarah.
'Hey,' he wrote back, the standard opening of, 'no I didn't swipe right on accident'.
'You ok? X'
He smiled, a girl who jumped straight to leaving x's on their messages were usually interested, 'Yeah, just chilling, wbu?'
'I'm ok thx, just relaxing, watching TV x'
Me too, what you watching?'
'Just the after talk from one of the centaur races x'
Jason glanced up at his screen, a centaur, roughly nine foot tall and built like a tank was grinning, speaking to a reporter who was stood on a set of steps holding a microphone up to him, discussing his win, 'Me too lol, It's crazy how fast they are.'
'I know haha x'
He smiled a little and looked towards the TV, they were an interesting addition to society he thought, up until fifty or so years ago they had lived in their own cities and enclaves, but over the last few decades had integrated into society, becoming a recognisable part of daily life.
Sure there were challenges, after all their size and physical differences meant they needed unique housing and many facilities were labelled as human only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled beast of a centaur simply couldn't enter many human establishments. You couldn't just take a stallion to the cinema or to a restaurant, after all.
However many places had opened, especially recently, run by centaurs and humans alike to cater to their needs, housing was built specially for them and, in a stroke of togetherness and unity, was no longer referred to as 'stabling'.
'Your profile said you liked new experiences x'
He read the message and smiled, most dickgirl's assumed that meant he would be open to trying one of them out and the ones he had dated had felt special, each believing that they were his first, but in the end he meant what it said, he liked trying new things, new people, new food, new places, and the like.
'Yeah, got something in mind?' he wrote back.
She was cute and if a simple little date led to him trying out something new like a thick tall redhead dickgirl, why not, regardless of who topped who he'd have a memorable evening.
'Maybe we could go for coffee? Or drinks? X'
He smirked, 'So you're the something new then?' he asked.
'I think I might be more than you're expecting x' she responded.
It was like she thought he hadn't read that she was a dickgirl. But nevertheless, he enjoyed the game of cock cat and mouse, regardless of whether or not she was his first, letting her believe she was made it so much more fun for the both of them.
'Sounds exciting, I get off of work at five tomorrow, is there anywhere city centre you'd like to go?'
'Sure! I know a place, Send me your number and I'll send you the details x'
He did and relaxed, a smile on his face, tomorrow he might find that spark. Worst case scenario he knew, at least he'd at least get laid.
Day rolled over into night and Jason fell asleep with thoughts of Sarah, imagining her soft body, her laying on her stomach, his cock slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his back, her atop of him missionary, the softness of her body pressed against his form, her massive height and frame making him feel so small as they fucked.
Needless to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joys of modern life didn't have time to sort himself out, instead needing to get himself ready to go to work, always hurried to do so.
He dressed and ate breakfast after showering, his food held in his mouth as he picked up his bag and scarf on the way out the door to begin his short commute from his flat to his office.
He checked his phone and found he had a text from an unknown number. After saving the contact as 'Sarah (T)' he checked the message. She had listed an address just a few streets over from where he worked and while he didn't know the coffee shop by name, he at least knew whereabouts it was.
He texted back the okay and they agreed to meet there at half five, shortly after he got out of work.
He arrived dressed in his casual wear as he set about work with his co-workers, designing an app for their current client, discussing features, passing on builds, holding meetings, the whole thing was very laid back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking pride in their work and in the success of their small organisation.
He was sat at his workspace when Paul came up, putting a black coffee down beside Jason as he worked, leaning on the desk, "Hey good job with talking down the client."
"Eh it was nothing," Jason smirked, picking up the cup, "I just explained that if we were going to make all the changes they wanted how much it would cost them. They saw our point of view rather quickly once they saw the numbers."
Paul chuckled and shook his head, "How come they always want to change their minds on the base design like, a week from us finishing?"
Jason shrugged, "They don't put enough thought into how they want it all displayed. They only ever say what they want not how they want it presented. It's hard to know that before you see the app, then once you do, it's never how you envisioned it. But oh well."
Paul shrugged, "I think it looks fine, should be a success for them."
"Heres hoping," Jason agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Up for a few drinks with the team tonight? There's a new club a few streets over that has the cutest centaur waitress."
Jason chuckled, human and centaur relationships were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye candy for one another. Human girls for their petiteness and beauty were lusted after by centaur men while centaur woman, with their massive size, were often lusted after by human men, after all, their breasts were seldom smaller than the men's heads.
However, the two were, on a sexual level, simply incompatible in Jason's mind.
Female centaurs rarely showed an interest in men with their practically diminutive size and female women simply couldn't handle centaur men, they were just too big, though there were exceptions, of course, love blossomed despite sex and some smaller centaurs could get with some larger humans, gods knew he'd seen a couple such porn videos online, but it was still a mismatch.
"Wish I could but I have a date," he smirked.
"Oh?" Paul laughed, "Another tinder match huh?"