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Clyde opened his eyes with a start, the sudden sound of large hooves thumping around the house surprised him. "Who is making all that no-." Clyde's tired mind slowly reminded him that he just purchased a plow centaur. He wondered what she was doing but the sounds of running water and plates clinking in the kitchen at least told him where the centaur was. Clyde yawned while pulled himself off the couch. He peered around and noticed that the floor and the couch was clean except for where his body was strewn across it. Clyde smiled a little, proud of the level of politeness that the mare showed. His thoughts were interrupted by a shrill scream from the other room. Clyde rushed to the kitchen to see what was wrong with Mocha.

The centaur stood near the hardwood table clutching her chest. She grunted in an attempt to fight the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. Mocha tried to put on a brave face when confronted with Clyde's curious expression. The source of her pain was sitting on the table: a milker meant for a lactating cows. The machine gleamed almost mockingly on the table. Mocha tried to hide her embarrassment by keeping her eyes to the floor and shoving bit of fruit from the counter into her mouth. She slammed her hand down on the table with a growl.

"Don't laugh!" Mocha shouted while reaching up to touch at her tender breasts. "This really hurts, I don't know how other centaurs use these."

"This isn't meant for centaurs, not even a little bit. These are for cows. You are lucky you still have your nipples attached." Clyde said in a pure deadpan but the corners of his lips struggled to not laugh.

"Well this hurts like he-" She looked at Clyde, a silent request for permission but the male simply stood up and grabbed large pink bottle off the refrigerator.

Clyde scooted a chair in front of the mare. He plopped his rump into the seat before squirting the thick cream into his hand. He rubbed his hands together before applying them to the sensitive nipples. She winced at his touch, the soreness of her body was clearly written on her face.

"So, you wanna tell me why you decided to become a cow today?" Clyde asked while gently kneading the tender nipples. The barely budding breasts still managed to shine a little from the painful suction.

"Mmph." Mocha puffed out her cheeks while clacking her rear hooves against the tile.

"Mocha." Clyde's tone was stern with a bit of humor in it.

"Well... I thought that maybe you'd like it if I gave you some milk. It would be something special. My mother used to get milked all the time and the farmers would tell her how great she was." Mocha said while her eyes tried to focus on anything but the widening smile on Clyde's face.

"I appreciate the thought but you have to be pregnant first before you can make milk. You mother was a broodmare, I spoke to her before purchasing you. Anyway, don't wipe off the cream. You'll feel better in a bit." Clyde said while rubbing a bit of more of the cream into Mocha's breast.

Mocha sighed happily when Clyde's fingers moved away from just kneading her nipples. The cream had worn off but the feeling of his warmth against her tanned flesh scent shivers down her spine. Clyde leaned in close and pressed his mouth against hers, the feeling of his lips against send a spark across her blushing face. Strong human hands ran down her breast, each swipe was Clyde tracing her body as if he was sculpting her. The sensual sculpting stopped at her human hips before he pulled back.

"Well we need to go shopping and, since you won't fit in my car, you'll be carrying me." Clyde said stepping away from her, "I'm going to put my grandpa's cart to use."

"But I'm... but you...." Mocha stammered and put a finger to her lips accusingly. "You can't just do that and act like nothing happened!"

"I can when a greedy centaur eats all my food without leaving me any." Clyde teased, " Meet me outside near the barn, I'll be only a moment."

Mocha did as she was told, her body still smoldering with a combination of frustration and excitement. She cantered outside, her delightful steps immediately ended when she stepped into a still muddy grass. She forgot that it rained last night. Her only memory was that of her human pleasing her with his mouth. "I guess he is worth having a strong mare like me to take care of him.." She found herself chatting with a scarecrow propped alongside the barn.

She picked up the hay filled scarecrow with little effort as she continued to speak her thoughts to the strawman. "I mean he is a big, mean tease but I guess that is because I'm just that awesome. A human just can't do anything without a good centaur to care for them. They have tiny little legs, really tiny bodies, and they have to cover up every part of their hairless body. Pfffft My master is lucky to have me even if I do take a snack sometime. It's not my fault he doesn't wake up early enough."

"Or a certain little mare might expend the effort to wake me up." Clyde said walking from around the barn. "I do agree that I'm lucky to have a mare that has learned not to use the farm tools without asking, unless she wants to be a dairy cow."

Mocha blushed and turned away from Clyde. Her attention was now focused on the object behind the human. A bright beet red cart sat in the sun like shiny chariot. It wasn't very big but it could seat one human with a wagon connected to store goods. The side of the cart had the logo of a cow with the words 'Martin's Dairy Delivery' painted in large white lettering. Mocha stood in position waiting for the straps to be secured so she could properly move the cart.

Mocha finally got adjusted with the cart, her heart was fluttering with thoughts of pulling her first cart for the human that owned her. She cantered in place while humming to herself as Clyde got into the cart. He tossed a few items in the back of the cart before leaning back in the hardwood seats.

"So shall we go?" Mocha was positively brimming with energy as she spoke.

"Just get to the road and tell me if this cart is a little too big for you. I know you're a draft mare but I don't want you to hurt yourself before we get started."

"Okay." Mocha said while trotting forward. She barely felt the weight of her human and the wheels of the cart made pulling it no more difficult than just normal walking. "This isn't even hard, I can easily keep this up all day."

Clyde nodded, "Glad to see that the wheels aren't rusted, and even though the wood is a little hard my grandfather kept things in really good shape."

Clyde guided the mare on the paved roads next to the street. The packed gravel was easy enough for Mocha to travel on as they headed to the market. Clyde checked over the riding materials that his grandfather left and found himself staring at a riding whip that ending in soft almost hair like threads of cloth. Clyde took a few practice swings on his arm and found that no matter how hard he swung it there wasn't any pain, just a gentle brush of fabric.

"So Master, if we are going to the store just for food do we really need a cart? Couldn't you just drive up to the store and pick up the food?" Mocha asked while keeping her gaze forward, her nose wriggled at the smell of fresh grass and strange animals.

"We could, but then you would be home alone. I wouldn't want to do that on your second day." Clyde said before Idly whipping Mocha with the harmless cloth.

"Oh...?" Mocha paused and spread her hind-legs, she waited for a moment before starting to walk again.

Clyde raised an eyebrow at the strange action, he waited till she had a nice little canter going before swatting her again. She immediately stopped and spread her legs again. She looked over her shoulder at him with an annoyed glare. This time she didn't start moving but waited expectantly.

"Well? Are you just going to keep teasing me or what?" Mocha stamped her hooves into the ground defiantly.

"This is teasing?" Clyde was genuinely confused from the display.

"Yes." Mocha exasperatedly stretched out the word before continuing, "How would you like it if you had someone rubbing your butt every time you walked. That tool is used for guiding and teasing a mare to get her ready for a stud."

"Oh really? I didn't know. Well keep going, I wouldn't mind seeing how fast you could go and I'm terribly hungry." Clyde teased before giving her rump another taste of the soft cotton.

"You suck." Mocha said speeding up, a thin bead of excitement dripping from between her legs. She trotted as quickly as her strong legs would take her.

Clyde gave her another teasing swat as sweat beaded on her tan body. A small part of him enjoying the suddenly lopsided run as she tried to ignore his teasing. By the time the countryside gave way to the more urban areas of the city, Clyde watched as Mocha slowed down to take in the sights. He didn't mind that the centaur was gawking at the buildings but he had to give her tail a hard tug to stop her from walking into the street.

"Be careful or you are going to get us both killed." Clyde said pointing to the bright red crossing light as a car drove a few feet ahead of them. Luckily for them the suburban traffic wasn't hectic enough to be dangerous. "You need to keep an eye on the traffic lights. When that light turns to green you can walk by, just watch out for cars."

Clyde watched in confusion as Mocha trembled a bit, her equine ears swiveling around in nervous panic. Clyde slowly made his way out of the cart, he stepped as heavily as he could to avoid spooking the young centaur. Clyde took Mocha's hand in his own, the centaur took a deep breath and gripped his hand tightly.

"I'm not scared." She huffed as a car whizzed by.

"I know you aren't, I just wanna hold your hand because I wanna show off that I have a new centaur. Wouldn't want anyone to take you away from me." Clyde teased as he lead her across the street and near a large building.

"Mister Clyde. What is that place?" Mocha pointed to the large white building with gold painted awning, Mocha had never seen a building so large before.

"It's a mall. Well sorta. Everyone calls this the old mall since the new mall was built deeper in the city. We are here because the new mall doesn't allow non-humans with hooves. I used to come here all the time when my grandfather was still around." Clyde seemed lost in his memory as he unfastened the reins from Mocha. There were similar carts chained to post, Clyde guided the centaur into front door.

Mocha tried her best to not appear amazed at the door that moved by itself, or the cool air that immediately hit her inside. Even at the farm, she had been told about these things and read about them but none of that prepared her for the sheer amount of people, centaurs and creatures that she'd never even heard of. Mocha's eyes were drawn to the various lights and the sweet smell of freshly cooked bread from the deeper in the mall.

The little centaur's attention was focused on the windowed ceiling when she manage to bump into something hard with her chin. She stepped back for a moment and noticed that she walked right into another centaur, the other centaur rubbed her head in pain. She blinked back tears as she gazed at Mocha apologetically.

"Sor-"

"Why don't you watch where you are going? Your muscle bound foal just knocked my little Analqueen out." A lanky dark skinned male grunted while checked the smaller centaur for wounds, he made a show of rubbing her head and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"You named your centaur, Anal Queen?" Clyde asked before looking down at the black furred, brown skinned centaur dressed very casually. "Well I'm sorry about that, I think this is Mocha's first time shopping and I wasn't paying much attention either."

The lanky man looked Clyde up and down, then his gaze fell down to Mocha. The male's gaze was one of quiet calculation before he placed a hand on Clyde's shoulder. "This is your first centaur, isn't it?"

"I don't really think that is-"

"I know, I know. None of my business but I know a beginner when I see one. I won't give you shit because your foal bumped into my foal but I think we could be friends." The man spoke a mile a minute before reaching for his wallet to draw a card. "My AnalQueen could use a friend and your Mocha could use a nice set of horse shoes. I'm Brian and I promise you that you won't find a cheaper or more experienced farrier."

"Brian, we are going to be late!" The foal said before grabbing the lanky human and dragging him away. "Bye, Mocha and Mocha's human."

Mocha watched the pair go, while looking at the really nice poncho around Analqueen. The poncho has little glittering beads that sparkled brightly in the sun. Mocha turned away only to see herself reflected in the glass of a nearby shop. She saw the sweaty, dirty centaur with dirt crusted hooves looking back at her. Mocha scanned around the mall and she noticed that every other centaur had some level of clothing from just wearing a hat to a well decorated poncho.

Clyde didn't say a word but guided Mocha to the cleaning area for the inhumans. The room was larger than the adjacent human restroom. Mocha's hooves clattered on the white tile as he lead her into the stalls, she held still as he pulled on the shower heads from the wall. Mocha wiped her eyes, she didn't want her human to see her cry.

"You look like a centaur who could use a nice bowl of ice cream." Clyde said as the water cascaded across the centaur's back, a few quarters later and he added soap to the mix.

"Can I get sprinkles?" Mocha mumbled with the ghost of a smile on her face.

"All the sprinkles you want and I think I'll let you pick out a few treats for home so you don't eat me out of house and home." Clyde noticed her face fell even as wash along her tanned human belly.

"Are we poor?"

"No more than anyone else. Don't worry, once we get through the month things will probably mellow out. I didn't move out here to go broke."

Once Mocha was cleaned and the soap dispenser stopped providing the vanilla scented soap, the pair left the cleaning stall and finally managed to step into the faux mall. The center of which was more of a grocery store than the novelty store that made up the smaller sections of the perimeter. Clyde pushed a shopping cart and directed Mocha around, he flicked his gaze to a few centaur whispering about the completely nude centaur behaving excitedly.

"Mister Clyde! Mister Clyde! Can I get this?" Mocha said holding out bottle of honey, "I think it would be good for uh... playtime."

Clyde chuckled before plucking the bottle from her hands, "It's nice to know that you are looking forward to doing that again."

Mocha blushed while putting in a bottle of hoof polish and a small make-up kit. Clyde raised an eyebrow but didn't stop her. He placed six medium-sized girl's shirts in a drab peach color that was only a few dollars into the cart. Mocha realized quickly that she would be the one wearing the plain looking clothing. Even though it wasn't a pretty as the shimmering poncho that Analqueen was wearing it was still better than nothing.

Mocha waited in line with Clyde as several humans lined up behind her. She looked over her shoulder to a human standing next to a large female with horns. This was one of the creatures that Mocha had never seen before. She noticed that the bovine woman was carrying two large boxes under each arm. The creature looked down at Mocha with a wide smile and a mischievous wink, Mocha turned and faced the creature.

"Hello I'm Mocha, I'm a centaur." She said while trying to invite the bovine woman to tell her what she was.

"Hello little Mocha. I'm Gina, are you shopping with your human today?" The woman spoke slowly and had to bend over bit to keep from straining her neck to look at Mocha.

"Yes, Ma'am. My human didn't buy enough food so I'm helping him get more and I'm going to carry it too." Mocha grinned proudly as she put her hands on her human hips and lightly tapped a hoof.

"That really sweet... I like to see such polite youth." Gina said putting down the one of the large boxes long enough give pat Mocha on her head.

"Ma'am. What kind of human are you?" Mocha asked her curiosity getting the better of her.

"I'm not a human just an old minotaur gal. It was nice meeting you, Little Mocha." Gina pointed toward Clyde who was carrying his own bags from the register.

The clopping of hooves and pleasant humming of Mocha was infectious. Clyde didn't stop the Equine as she took the bags from his hand to carry them. "So what are we doing next?"

"I need to get a few things but I wanna take these stairs so I got something better in mind for you. Ever play a video game?" Clyde asked as he turned in to a brightly lit arcade. The entire building was set to a retro theme. Many of the classic arcade games of the eighties were there for children and adults to play with. A sense of nostalgia warmed the older man's heart.

"No." Mocha said but the allure of the bright lights sent her cantering into the arcade. The amount of people was low considering how early it was in the day. A few kids gathered around an arcade tower, they seem to be fixated on a dancing game. Mocha looked on curiously while Clyde gave the bags to the Clerk and exchanged some money for coins.

"Mister Clyde can I play with them?" Mocha asked her gaze drifting over to the kids playing a racing game.

"Sure, just be nice and polite, here are a few quarters. This gentleman will keep our bags with him, if you run out of coins he can give you a few more. Up to ten dollars at least." Clyde said putting a hand on her head, "If anything happens just call for anyone at the desk, they will call me."

Clyde lead Mocha to the little racing game with a large rubber steering wheel hanging out from the gaming cabinet. Clyde showed her how to use the game and Mocha took to the game like a fish to water. once Clyde was sure that she was having fun he left the little mare to her own devices. Clyde had other things to focus on, even a young centaur like Mocha should be fine in a crowded arcade.

The game was loud and the steering wheel vibrated every time Mocha managed to pass another car. She found herself giggling at the bright colors and loud sounds. She lost herself in the game as someone stepped beside her, she didn't look away even as the human started to pet her head. Mocha finished the game with her car in a fiery pile of digital carnage as she turned to the face the human currently petting her head, the girl was at eye level with Mocha.

"You did pretty good for a horse." The young girl never moved her hand away from Mocha ears as she watched the centaur put in another coin.

"Horse?" Mocha tilted her head into the scratching. She put a few more coins in before starting up the game. The girl put her own coins in the machine next to Mocha and started to play.

"Watch this, horse girl!"

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Clyde returned to the arcade to find Mocha and a young girl playing air hockey together. He decided to grab his other bags as the girls finished up their game. The clacking of the puck against the paddles continued until Mocha released a loud groan of displeasure as the human scored the winning point. Clyde approached Mocha with all of the bags in his hands, the moment he approached the other girl looked him up and down as if she was appraising him. She gave Mocha a friendly punch on the shoulder, Mocha learned in close and sniffed the girl.

"You won't win at everything when we play again, Sarah." Mocha said as they left the arcade.

The cart was loaded quickly while they both complained at just how hot the cart got in a small amount of sun. Mocha pulled the cart with a spring her in her step, Clyde simply guided the mare when she got a little bit turned around. The sun hung low in the evening sky just as they arrived home. Clyde stepped out of the cart and picked up the plain black box that he acquired from the second floor of the old mall. Clyde unstrapped Mocha from the cart as the centaur immediately grabbed the black box and rocked it gently.

"What did you get?" Mocha asked still shaking the box a little more vigorously.

Clyde plucked the box out of her hands, "I'll show you after you get cleaned up and I start prepping some food. "

They entered the home and flicked on the light. Luckily last night's storm didn't knock out the power permanently. Clyde tossed a few carrots in a pot along with a few potatoes, he would add meat later. Mocha started stuffing things into the refrigerator as her gaze continue to shift between loading the refrigerator and the black box. As she reached over to the box Clyde managed to gently tap her hand with a spoon before she could reach it. He wiggled a finger in her direction.

"You still need a shower. You smell like sweat and dirt."

"So? You made me pull a cart!" Mocha rolled her eyes, "I think I earned a peek at the secret box."

"Later, Come with me." Clyde turned the pot on low and stepped out of the backdoor.

The loud clopping of hooves behind made him smile. Even though the few books he had on centaur raising said that most centaurs were skittish... Mocha was about as confident as they come. The mare stepped behind him with a confident gait in her stride, she looked around with a snort. The sun was starting to set as she trotted over to the place where Clyde was attaching a hose to a spout behind the house. Water shot out of the hose in a long arc. Clyde handed the hose to Mocha.

"We didn't plant anything yet? What are we watering?" Mocha asked while shaking the hose and spraying the water around like happy lunatic.

"Well I haven't given you a thorough wash and I want you to try on the clothes I got for you." Clyde said holding a package of three bottles of soap, "So which do you want to smell like: ocean breeze, plum passion or lilac storm."

"Those all sound like I'm a pretty princess. Gimme what you use." Mocha grumbled crossing her arms. "You got me to be pulling stuff and I'm gonna smell like a workhorse."

Clyde couldn't help but chuckle as the centaur began to flex her human arms and pose. She finally stopped posing before plucking the ocean breeze shampoo out of his hands and squeezing it into her hair. She washed her hair while looking up at Clyde, the soft brown eyes staring back at her. Mocha blushed at his staring. Clyde noticed that her short brown hair matched her the fur on her equine-like ears. She turned to her side, Mocha tilted her head toward her backside meaningfully.

"Gonna wash me or just stand there?" Mocha said, her blush still apparent on the her tanned cheeks.

Clyde strolled around mocha taking a good look at her body. She was as tanned as ever with nice sun-kissed skin on the more human parts of her body. She had a smooth upper back with a nice amount of muscle definition that was common in members of her breed. The short brown hair drifted just beneath her ears as she ran her fingers through it vigorously, she was so focused on her hair that she didn't notice the eye full Clyde was enjoying. Clyde rubbed the shampoo along her back starting with her shoulders, and he worked his way down.

Mocha shivered as the cool liquid was rubbed into her skin. Clyde's hands drifted from her human back to the smooth coat of brown fur that started at the base of it. Mocha felt his hands rubbing in her, she blushed a little more as she bent over to grab the hose on the ground. She placed her hooves out in front her her while leaning forward, the motion caused her tail and rump to jut out as she picked up the hose. The moment she did this she felt strong hands rubbing beneath her tail, she unconsciously raised her tail in a reflex.

"Mister Clyde?" Mocha asked while running the water over her head.

"Yeah."

"Do you think Analqueen is cute?" Mocha asked before drinking from the hose, cool water felt good on her tired body.

"She is pretty but she seems like she is made of glass. You barely bumped the girl and she looked like she was going to shatter." Clyde chuckled to himself as he thought about her question. His hands were currently shampooing her large rump. "You worried about being cute to me?"

Mocha felt his hands quickly turn from a platonic washing to exploring between her legs, his fingers danced near her folds. "I know I'm not cute but I'm strong and you said you wanted strong."

Clyde rubbed his fingers along Mocha's wide rump with her long silky brown tail slapping gently against her flank. Clyde took a moment to admire the equine backside. He didn't want to make it weird for the little centaur but the setting sun was a perfect backdrop for the occasion. Beneath her long slickly tail was a tight ring of brown muscle that quivered with each breath, her asshole jutted slightly from her rump like a welcoming doughnut.

Clyde's eyes drifted down to her marehood. The thick brown lips of her femininity parted with each wink. The most distinctive part of her marehood was how equine it was. Clyde secretly thought that centaurs would be more human like on the backside but this was one hundred percent equine vagina. As if sensing his thoughts, the labia winked at him as more fluid escaped Mocha's excited body. That was the key difference between a centaur's anatomy and a normal horse. Centaur's could go in and out of excitement any time like a human, while horses would only come into heat seasonally. Those thick brown lips in front of him were anything but seasonal as they winked invitingly. The motion of her body revealed the bright pink clit that would normally be hidden between the thick folds of skin. Dragging his finger down from her clenching muscle to the her equine womanhood, the heat coming from her body was proof enough of her willingness for play, but Clyde wanted her clean first. A small part of him wanted to just mount the mare and throw caution to the wind.

"Mister Clyde..." Mocha huffed pleasantly while stepping back to meet his hands. "You can touch me if you like. I think I've been a good girl."

"Strong and Good? Man, I guess I should reward you but hmmm.... What could I do? What could I do?" Clyde teased but his fingers were already dancing around her clit, the swollen pink nub quivered at his touch.

"You could keep going and maybe tell me what you like about me. I know there is a lot but I don't mind listening." Mocha said with a huff of pride as her body shuddered from the pleasurable attention.

Clyde pressed his thumb against her clit and made small circles, Mocha quivered with every touch. He was surprised at how sensitive the centaur was to be so much bigger than him. He used his other hand to tease around her tighter ring of muscle. The light brown flesh quivered as he pressed a finger on her anus. Clyde applied pressure slowly, teasingly slow as his finger sank into her rump.

"That feels so weird..!" Mocha said leaning her butt from side to side. She felt Clyde pulling his finger back. "You don't have to stop." Mocha quickly added while trying to lean back into his finger.

Clyde teased his finger in and out of the mare's rump while his other hand teased at her clit. The warm juices flowing down his hand let him know that Mocha was definitely enjoying herself. "Does my little Mocha like this, should I add another finger in your cute little butt?"

"Ma- Mister Clyde, it feels good but it's weird." Mocha gave a low groan of confusion as her own hands teased on her nipples, she pinched at the puffy pink mounds and moaned. The feeling was electric as she felt another finger slide into her anus. She scraped the dirt with her hooves in her eagerness. She needed this. This feeling made her want to do anything Clyde asked.

Clyde moved his fingers faster. His index finger was being gripped by Mocha's hole. The mare's body reacted to even the slightest bit of touch with a gasping ragged breath. His fingers were being pulled into her body as she backed up against him. His thumb was being soaked in juices as her pussy started to wink. Mocha lowered her head while playing with her nipples, the fluid dribbling down her legs was a clear sign of how much she was enjoying herself.

"A little more." Mocha's entire body shuddered as she could feel her own budding orgasm.

Clyde obliged her as he teased her needy body. All pretense of getting her clean was forgotten as Mocha moaned lewdly. Clyde watched as she placed a hand over her mouth. It was a little late for her to start showing shame but he wouldn't let her get away with that. He moved his thumb from the base of her clit to the top her slit, every motion moistening her womanhood. Mocha grunted while pressing her backside toward the invading fingers, even if he wouldn't start mounting her Clyde enjoyed the loud moans.

"Looks like Mocha is having fun..." Clyde teased while swirling his thumb against her clit, he applied just a little more pressure. "I wonder if you can hold out a little-"

Mocha bit her lip before squealing softly, the gush of clean fluids managed to splash against Clyde's thigh as she rode her orgasm out. She roughly pinched at her own nipples, even with their tenderness it felt right. Mocha let out a long gasp of pleasure, her mind buzzing with a flood of pleasure. Mocha immediately turned around once she could feel his finger slide out of her body. She hugged Clyde with a tired sigh, her hands were wrapped around his shirt.

"Well you are feeling really affectionate, aren't you?" Clyde chuckled patting between her erect ears.

"Humans are cheaters." Mocha said with a pout. "You can't just do that and not expect me to want to hug. My butt tingles and all I can think about is: I wanna make him feel like this."

Clyde grinned smugly before picking up the hose and turning it on her. Mocha screeched her defiance at the now cold water washing the soap off of her body. She stepped away but Clyde managed to give her a quick power washing as she screamed at him to stop. Clyde turned off the water as Mocha grumbled, Clyde led her inside of the Kitchen before shutting the door.

Mocha walked into the bathroom and grabbed herself a towel, she patted herself down before passing Clyde another dry towel. He was already setting down the bowls of soups when she spotted him. "Can you get my legs?"

Clyde squatted down and felt the thick legs, even through the towel he could feel the powerful muscles hidden under thicker coat of fur. Something about touching her legs was almost primal to Clyde. Even with his city roots, Mocha felt less like an adorable workhorse and more like someone who could really do some damage.

"You got really nice legs, Mocha. Now you have really nice dry legs." Clyde stood up only to come face to face with Mocha holding the box toward him.

"Open it, come on. I wanna eat it."

"Well it's for you, so I guess I can let you see it." Clyde said before opening the box and tilting it down so that Mocha could see the contents. "Take it out and tell me what you think."

Mocha pulled out the bright blue dress, the dress felt like silk with in her hands. She felt along the side of the shimmering dress and noticed that the skirt of the dress was filled with small cloud shaped sequins that sparkled in the light. Mocha looked at the dress then looked at Clyde with a big smile on her face. Her vision blurred as she felt tears welling up in her eyes, she whiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She composed herself as best she could, while slowly putting on the dress. Clyde helped her put on the shirt part of the dress as the flowing skirt fit her body more like a poncho. He pulled her tail through the back of the dress.

"How do I look?" Mocha asked, a blush on her tan features, her brown eyes searching his for approval.

"You look like a little boy in a dress, but a cute boy." Clyde teased while rubbing Mocha's hair.

"You wanna fight?" Mocha challenged but her attention was on the bright blue dress, she couldn't help but canter in the kitchen. While she was distracted the room illuminated in a bright flash, Mocha blinked her eyes and hissed at the light like a vampire. "Ow ow ow ow!"

"Sorry about that, I just thought you would want to see how you look." Clyde turned his cell phone so that Mocha could see the picture.

Mocha held the cellphone in her hands for a moment. She saw an embarrassed and boyish centaur looking back at her in a blue dress. She stared for a moment at the picture, seemingly lost in the thought. Her eyes drifted to the small forwarding indicator blinking in the corner. The message blinked sent before Mocha could stop it. Clyde took the phone from her hand. He slipped the small device back in his pocket even as Mocha gazed at him accusingly.

Clyde smirked, " Not gonna ask me who I'm sending that picture too?"

"Analqueen's owner?"

Clyde shook his head, "It's someone that you know better than that."

"The Minotaur?"

"Cloooose..." Clyde teased as he sat down to eat his food, the soup was already cooling.

"I've only been your servant for two days, who else could..." Mocha shook her head, "You didn't send it to my mom, did you?"

"I sent it to the business email. It was a favor your mom asked if I was going to take you: send her a picture of you being cute." Clyde said, remembering the busty centaur's words.

Mocha rolled her eyes, "Thank you for the dress and embarrassing me in to my mother. She is going to think I'm some princess being treated like those lazy mares."

"It's okay, I'll work you twice as hard tomorrow." Clyde said as Mocha shimmied her way out of the clothing, he felt a small pang of pride as the mare tried to fold the clothing into the box.