This short story was commissioned by Hack_Blowfist and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred)
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"Fuck, you're kind of hot," Ayden groaned as I pulled my bra over my head and tossed it off to the side to bare my chest to him. He reached out without hesitation, putting two callused hands onto my breasts and palming them roughly.
Being called "kind of hot" wasn't as flattering as the farmer's son seemed to think it was, and having my breasts roughly handled wasn't as arousing as he probably expected it to be. Then again, it was just as likely that he didn't actually care if it was particularly good for me, as long as he was enjoying himself.
And a quick glance down at the front of his pants told me that Ayden was certainly enjoying himself. Having someone get off by playing with my breasts didn't do a lot for me, sexually, but hopefully it was a sign that he might take things a bit further. He wasn't the first boy I'd taken into my barn, but if I was lucky he would be the first one that was actually willing to go all the way.
Willing to go all the way and actually able to follow through, that is.
From snippets of overheard conversations between the young women in our little stead, I think most of the girls and women around me had the opposite problem with men: all the men seemed to care about was getting into bed with them.
For me, it was actually a struggle to get that far. It's not that I was ugly-- in fact more than a few men had told me how beautiful I was with my golden hair, soft chin, bright blue eyes, and lush lips. I was in fine shape, too, with a toned stomach and firm muscle definition that didn't take away from my generous cleavage or make me look any less feminine. The reason I hadn't gotten further with any of the young human men I had grown up around was everything below my stomach.
As a centaur in a mostly human village, I didn't exactly blend in.
At the line of my waist, my tanned human skin gave way to a hide of short golden-brown fur. My lower half was covered in that soft horsehide right down to the tops of my hooves-- except for my front right leg, where I had white fur around my hoof and up my shin, as if I was wearing one white sock. When I was young, my mother used to tease me by telling me that I had stepped in a puddle of paint as a baby and that's why one of my legs was white at the bottom.
She didn't have a white marking on her leg, and I sometimes wondered if I had inherited it from my father. When I pictured him, I liked to imagine that he had a white leg splotch just like mine.
But he'd died before I was born, so all I had was my imagination. I had never gotten a straight answer from my mother about what my father had looked like, or even why she had taken me so far West to the little town of Lyubenstead. She passed away almost a dozen years ago, so I was probably never going to get answers to either of those questions.
Her death had left me as the lone centaur among a village that amounted to little more than a spattering of farms around a couple of central buildings that made up the main "stead". Lyubenstead having a population of fewer than two hundred meant there was a pretty small dating pool. Over half of the people in our little stead were humans, with most of the rest being halflings. Three dwarves lived at the southern edge of the stead's farmland, and a family of goblins lived on the opposite side from the former. We had a single elf living in the village for a while, but he had left to return to his homeland almost a decade ago.
The few single men near my age were much more interested in women that looked like... Well, like women.
The fact that I was taller than anyone else I'd ever met didn't exactly help my chances, either.
All of this meant that in the four or five years since I'd started being interested in experimenting with sex and facing rejections, my standards had gotten pretty low. Which is what led to me inviting Ayden for a bit of private time in the rented barn I called home.
Ayden wasn't handsome, wasn't clever, and wasn't even wealthy or talented. But he had shown at least a bit of interest in me, which made him good enough. Plus, I'd heard some of the girls sitting by the village's well gossiping, and one had confessed that she'd seen him bathing in the river the week before and had learned that he was packing quite the member.
The member in question was now tenting the front of his pants, and a giddy excitement spurred my heart into fast action.
I'd had to get down on all four knees to be close enough to the ground before we started getting handsy, which was the only reason I was able to reach down far enough to feel the front of his pants now. When I was standing, I measured almost five feet tall at the shoulder... my first shoulder, that is. My horse half was twelve or thirteen hands high, as the local humans measured their horses, and with my human torso on top I was somewhere around seven feet tall.
I seized the front of Ayden's belt with eager hands and quickly undid the loop on it so I could push the fabric out of my way.
"Wow. Eager, aren't you, Talashi?" he asked, as if he wasn't in the middle of groping me with rough passion himself.
"You're just so handsome," I half-lied. Truthfully, while Ayden wasn't beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, I certainly didn't think he was ugly. But mostly, I was worked up and horny, and incredibly desperate. I was still a virgin at twenty years old, despite my best efforts, and I hoped today would be the day I would finally change that.
I managed to open his pants enough that I could reach in and grasp Ayden's cock. As I felt his hard shaft in my hand at last, my heart welled with... disappointment.
It's not like he was small, per se, but after the gossip I'd overheard, I had been expecting something a bit more substantial.
"You like that big hard cock, huh?" He grinned at me, a look that definitely didn't make his face any more handsome.
"Yeah, Ayden," I whispered. "It's so good. I want to feel you. Do you want to fuck me, Ayden?"
I was being a bit too forward, maybe, but I couldn't help myself. I had been so horny all week, and now here I was with a sweaty, naked farmhand. He wasn't built quite as expansively as I had hoped, but I was sure it would be enough anyway.
I figured that in his very obvious excitement, Ayden might enjoy a bit of dirty talk. But as I spoke, he gave the worst possible answer: he hesitated.
As soon as I saw the look on his face, I knew today was about to be yet another disappointment. Another rejection.
"I was thinking we'd just fool around a little," he hedged, suddenly nervous. "You know, do some hand stuff?"
The sinking feeling in my gut only grew. I knew where this was going, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to at least try. "Yeah, of course. That's all I was thinking when I invited you here, Ayden. I just got excited and carried away. Do you want to... touch me, then?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," the farmhand muttered, looking suddenly shy. He circled halfway around me, which tended to take a few steps because of the length of my equine lower torso. "I'm not sure how to, uh... it's my first time with..."
"I know," I interrupted him. Obviously it was his first time with a centaur-- I'd never even heard of another centaur this far West, and I certainly hadn't had sex with Ayden before. "We'll figure it out together. Maybe you could just touch me... down there... and I'll tell you what feels good?"
The truth of it was that I didn't actually know what felt particularly good for me. I hadn't had much luck in the romance department, and my arms were too short to reach my own vagina. The closest I could come to pleasuring myself was grinding myself against things, and that was a pretty limited option.
I felt a tentative hand on my ass, and immediately lifted my tail up and out of the way.
Lifting my tail to present my pussy was partially an active choice on my part, but mostly an instinctive reaction to having a potential mate getting close to me in such an aroused state.
Ayden slid his hand along the curve of my equine posterior, and brushed a thumb along the side of my puffy lips. I had only seen my own bottom only once or twice in my life, since it required either a mirror or a very still pond for me to get a view. Even cleaning myself down there required a sponge, a stick, and a lot of flexibility. Instead of the small pink slit that a human would have between her thighs, with the little butthole just above it, I had a long black fold of skin that raised into a pair of wide, full black lips around a large vagina. And my asshole sure looked a lot different from a human's, as far as I'd managed to gather.
I sucked in an eager breath as his finger lightly brushed my aching wetness, then all at once his hand was gone. Had he changed his mind about actually fucking me?
Any lingering anticipation I might have had vanished as I turned to look at Ayden and found him standing a full two feet back and staring at me in distaste. I didn't know if he'd ever gone all the way with a girl before, or even with a member of one of the few goblin or halfling families that lived in and around Lyubenstead, but it was obvious that my anatomy wasn't what he was expecting.
"I, uh..." he muttered, then shook his head.
"Are you kidding, Ayden?" My hurt gave way to frustration. It wasn't fair to be upset with him, I knew that. A person was attracted to what they were attracted to, but seeing him look at me like I was gross...
"I just, uh, I have to be back at the farmstead pretty soon, Tal."
