This story was commissioned by Ginoguy and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred). It is a sequel to A Centaur's Frustration, which was commissioned by Hack_Blowfist. The original commissioner gave permission for his story premise to be expanded on by someone else.
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I sighed and rubbed my forehead, pushing aside the blonde hair plastered to my sweaty skin. It was only noon, but it had already been a long day. I twisted and looked over my shoulder at my progress.
The iron-tipped plough I was pulling would probably be too heavy for a human to pull easily, but for a centaur like me? Well, let's just say there was a reason that humans relied on horses and oxen to pull their ploughs for them. The new harness Marrik had designed for hitching to the plough wasn't very comfortable, but I couldn't argue with the results: I'd left a perfect line of broken, upturned soil behind me.
I went through the painstaking process of turning around to start a new row. It was already a bit more work for me to do an about-face than for a human, since I had a long bottom torso and twice as many legs to contend with, and the plough behind me only made it more arduous. The wheels on either side of the beam had a wide turning radius, so I had to go a little ways out and turn slowly before I could line myself up again. But the results were certainly worth the effort.
An adolescence spent helping out on my adoptive family's farm meant that I'd known full well how much work farming was, but it wasn't until I had my own land that I realised just how much planning and organizing was involved in growing food.
I had been incredibly lucky that my adoptive brother, Renard, had a field so large that he and his family couldn't manage it themselves, and doubly lucky that he'd offered me an entire segment of it all to myself, so long as I was willing to do all the work of tending to it. It was a win-win arrangement for both of us: I got land to grow food on so I could earn an income, and he would have the comfort of knowing that someone he trusted was tending to this tract. And keeping any of his neighbours from stealing it.
The laws were a bit thinner in the Northern Stretch, especially way out here in Lyubenstead. Good, fertile land wasn't exactly plentiful around here-- if you had some that you left abandoned for too long, it was perfectly legal for someone else to snatch it up and make use of it. So, like I said, this arrangement was a win-win for my "brother" and me.
And if I was doubly lucky to be able to benefit from this arrangement, then I was triply lucky for having someone to share it with.
Before starting on the next line, I took a moment to watch as Marrik followed in my path. The huge, grey-skinned man had a thick bag slung over one shoulder. He dipped into it and pulled out another fistful of seeds, sprinkling them evenly in the furrow I'd left. It would be a good four months of hard work before those seeds could be harvested, but in time they would grow into enough oats to last us through the winter.
Marrik was more than seven feet tall, as the humans around here measured heights, and about as broad as a barn. He was the first man I'd met who was actually taller than me-- as a centaur, I looked like a human woman from the waist-up, but everything below that was horse, which meant I was equipped with four long legs. That left me a lot taller than any of the humans I'd grown up among, taller than anyone I'd known. Until I met Marrik, that is.
In addition to being the first person to be able to look down at me, Marrik was also the first man I'd ever... A flush warmed my cheek as I thought about that night, and I giggled quietly to myself.
Waiting twenty years to lose my virginity had been tough, but Marrik had been worth the wait.
I started forward again, dragging the solid weight behind me and gritting my teeth against the resistance as the iron bit into the soil and tore through clumps of dirt. My part took a lot more time than Marrik's, but he'd spent the first half of the morning tending to the rest of our small farm, namely our cow and five chickens.
It wasn't much of a farm, but it was ours. After years of bouncing between small jobs for barely enough pay to afford a drafty barn, having a place of my own-- our own-- was sheer heaven.
Marrik looked up as our paths brought us close again, and gave me a slow, wide smile. My heart fluttered in my chest at the sight of him and his beautiful smile, and I sighed again. And this time, my sigh had nothing to do with exertion.
"How are the chicks?" I stopped moving again to indulge in a moment of quiet time. "And Bess?"
"They're all fine, my dear," he said with another smile that had my heart doing flip-flops. "Too hot to wear your modesty blanket today?"
I glanced behind at my equine rump, exposed and sweating lightly in the early spring sun. I had a small blanket I usually draped above my rear hips, which hung down over my tail and covered... everything I didn't want anyone else to see. But pulling a plough was hard work, and I didn't want more clothing making me even hotter while I worked. On my top half, I was only wearing a bandeau and a half-shirt that didn't even cover my stomach.
"Why should I, in the comfort of my own field?" I asked in a teasing tone.
"Oh, believe me, Tali, I wasn't complaining." His grin got a bit wider at that. A bit more hungry. He let his eyes rove down from my face to my breasts, my exposed midriff, then slowly back up. "I don't mind one bit."
I rolled my eyes playfully at him and started moving again. Since moving into our new home together, a barn that we had converted into a living space, Marrik and I had gotten into the habit of teasing each other quite a bit. Teasing each other and... Well, we'd shared a space over the whole winter, and we had gotten creative with finding ways to stay warm.
It wasn't long before Marrik caught up with me. Sowing seeds took a lot less time than ripping apart the earth, after all. He left the bag of seeds behind to mark how far he'd gotten, then walked ahead to keep pace with me. He could have started covering the seeds and tamping down the earth while waiting for me to till more, but I liked the company.
"You know," he started in that playful voice he always used when he was thinking about sex-- which was a lot of the time, to be honest-- "I really do enjoy getting behind you and planting my seed. Nothing better in the whole world."
I blushed again and snorted at his dirty joke. While we'd had plenty of sex where he finished in my mouth, on me, on even on himself, he really did prefer "planting his seed" in my pussy. I felt sweet warmth spread outwards from my stomach and pool a bit further back at the thought.
As an act of revenge for his remorseless teasing, I trotted a bit faster and pulled ahead of him, then lifted my tail nice and high. With my yellow-haired tail up and out of the way, Marrik would have a perfect view of my black-lipped vagina. While some human men had made me feel like a freak for my equine genitalia, Marrik had made it very clear just how much he liked and desired that part of me. He'd shown me with his fingers and his tongue in the past, and today he showed me with a grunt of surprised arousal.
And then, to make sure I left him as excited and frustrated as I was feeling, I kept my tail up and off to the side as I pulled ahead, and ignored his flirtatious remarks. Marrik was stuck behind me, enjoying the view, for the better part of two hours.
By the time evening hit, most of the field was tilled and turned, and the beans, oats, and squashes had been sown. The animals were content, the farm was well-taken care of, and as for Marrik and I... Well, I was so horny that I could barely stand, and the erection I'd spied straining against his pants a few times today told me that Marrik was right there with me. The glimpses of my glistening pussy had been like a red flag in front of a bull all day, and it was obvious I'd left him hot and bothered.
Hells, I'd even made sure to stop and do some stretches while he was watching, thrusting my chest out and writhing, just to make sure he was paying attention.
He unhitched the plough from my harness and pushed it up against our barn-house, where it would be safe from any unexpected rain, then turned his attention to the harness itself. The look on his face told me all I needed to know, and I physically shuddered in anticipation as Marrik started slowly circling me.
"Guess we'd better get this off," he breathed, his mouth mere inches from my ear.
Goosebumps trickled down my skin at the feeling of his hot breath on my ear, and the effect only magnified as he put a single finger on my equine flanks and slowly ran it along the horse-like portion of my body.
"There's no one else I would trust to get... it... off," I panted as heat swelled up in my core. Damn that man, he knew exactly how to tease me. His touch was gentle, barely a tickle, and I yearned to feel him grab me and pull me against him. Harness or no, I would not have complained if he'd pulled down his pants and started fucking me right there in the yard. "No one does it like you, Marrik."
He paused his movement when he came to the first buckle on the strap that crossed under my stomach, near my hind legs. The giant of a man undid the buckle with agonizing slowness, even though I knew full well he could have managed it in a mere moment. I was raring to go, like the horse I half-resembled, and he was still teasing me.
"Patience, Talashi," he cooed when I stomped my rear hoof without even meaning to.
I sighed in frustration as he made his slow way along, running his hand along my flank until he came to the next strap and buckle, this one going from the base of my humanoid back, where skin transitioned into horsehide, and around my ribs. He slid a finger between the leather strap and my skin, and slowly ran the digit along the full length of the belt, like he was testing how tightly it sat on me.
