Felicity

Winter was approaching fast and everyone seemed to be busy. Buying gifts, complaining, eating gingerbread and cookies wherever they stood and clogging the shops as if there was no more world after the festive time.

Felicity had enough of it. Yesterday evening her boss had fired her for telling an ass of a customer that she did not approve his behavior. Well, that had been her intention. She actually had told the guy that he obviously was trying to screw the shop over with an item that he had damaged himself and therefore did not deserve the warrant. Which had ended in a heated discussion, her getting fired and had lead to her boss aiming to crawl up someone's ass - again.

Now she was sitting in her car, carefully maneuvering the vehicle through the narrow path that used to be a street some months ago. Now it was nothing more than a gap in between mountains of snow, still high enough to scrape along the underside of her car quite frequently. She knew that only a few centimeters higher would mean that her car would probably not be able to cope with those banks of snow, despite the fact that it was a 4x4. Thankfully, she was almost at her goal: a lonely hut in the forest that would probably strike envy into the heart of every Grizzly Adams out there.

When she reached the hut, she sighed in relief. Out here, she finally started to relax. The city had never really been something she could connect to. It was too noisy in there. People, cars, crazy persons, you name it. But out here, everything was so much quieter and calmer.

Steam puffed out and vanished into nothingness as she opened the car door and crunched out into the icy cold. Her eyes flew toward the squat, comfortable looking building and she felt sorrow. With her job gone, she probably would not be able to afford this place for long. But she was going to make the most out of it and have the best time she could. Slamming the car door shut, she waded through the knee-high drifts behind the house, turning her head when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. But all she could see was trees, lining the entrance to the forest like guardians. Her eyes wandered over the thick stems until she shrugged and continued moving. It probably had only been a trick of the eyes.

Faint music blared out of the car as she waded toward the back entrance of the house and she waved her arms in joy as one of her favorite songs started playing on the radio. The engine rumbled quietly behind her, waiting for her to park the car into the garage she intended to open. She was never able to fulfill that intention for when she turned to the odd thumping noises behind her, pain and bright light exploded in her head, ending her life as she knew it.

Later

An intense feeling of cold woke her again and she shivered. Wondering where her jacket had gone, she moved to wrap her hands around herself, but something forcefully pulled her back. "What the hell?", she mumbled but the words came out distorted through a piece of cloth that someone had tied around her mouth. She was gagged! Suddenly wide awake, she looked around and gasped when she saw what was around her: Centaurs. Real, live Centaurs, like she knew from Mythology. Felicity stared, blinked and shook her head, not ready to accept what she saw. But the creatures remained what they had been when she had first seen them: Tall, muscular men and women with the lower bodies of huge feral horses. Four legs and two arms and naked from top to bottom. All of them standing in a circle around her.

Felicity's eyes went wide as she saw the Centaur directly in front of her. He had short, dark hair and brown eyes. His jaw and cheekbones seemed to be chiseled and beautiful, but it paled before the rest of his body. He was a large, muscular man, shoulders and muscles the size you always see on romance novels for women. It was all there, large, rippling biceps and triceps and muscles she couldn't even name were playing under his skin with the faintest of movements. A thick sixpack was plainly visible under his large, broad pecs and his thigh bones were sharply visible as if having been carved into his flesh. The lucky path from below his navel quickly widened and lead into the gleaming fur of a horse's chest. Thick muscles rippled where his pelvis should have been and were covering the front legs. Even his horse part looked ripped and massive. He stood there, a spear in his left hand and looking down at her from arrogant eyes.

"Where have you found her?"

Damn, even his voice sounded dark and foreboding, Felicity thought.

"Down by the hut. She came with one of those metal boxes. Should we kill her?"

The massive male in front of Felicity growled softly. His eyes went over her naked body and for a moment she forgot to breathe. Slowly, majestically he walked over to his shivering prisoner and stretched out one large, broad-knuckled hand to cup her chin. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her as if deciding if he should buy her from a farmer's market. This must be how horses feel on those things, Felicity thought as the powerful male cupped one of her breasts and squeezed hard enough to make her gasp. His thumb roamed over her sensitive nipple, caressing the tender flesh and causing a tingling feeling in Felicity's abdomen. She gasped as she realized that she felt heat flush down into her netherlips, causing them to tingle ever so slightly.

Slowly the hand wandered down her flat belly, the warm skin burning on her own and she realized that the shiver in her body did not just come from cold alone. When the Centaur grabbed her left leg and tried to pull it apart, she blinked, she spell suddenly broken. "Hands off!", she gasped through the gag and aimed a kick at the Male in front of her. Without batting an eye, he caught her foot with one hand and lowered it. Then he looked round imperiously and Felicity noticed that several spears were now pointed at her.

"Lower your weapons. This female is mine. Tie her down in my quarters."

Felicity shrieked and stomped, but no matter how hard she resisted, the centaurs holding her were stronger. She was dragged through the snow, now shivering uncontrollably. Her mind was whirling, trying to cope with the sudden rush of things that were happening around her. Centaurs did not only exist, they apparently also lived close to where she had been on holiday for years. And they had her and... what the hell were they going to do with her? And what was the deal with that guy that had looked at her?

Fear and nausea battled in her body as she tried to deal with all those new impressions. Sure, those centaurs were scary, but what unsettled her most was the fact that she had felt drawn toward that strange male. She had felt aroused when he had touched her. Why?

Well at least that was one question she could answer immediately: Because she was a woman who had not been as much as kissed by a guy for almost two years. She had needs and urges like any other woman and obviously her body had reacted to what was clearly the equivalent of a pent up man having a wet dream. That she had in such a strange moment with a fucking fairy-tale-creature was... well... unfortunate. But at least it seemed to have caused him to be interested in her and apparently it had saved her life. That was a bonus. Hopefully.

The two centaurs that held her dragged her into a strange hut that roughly reminded her of what she had seen in her history book once upon a blue moon. Longhouse it was called, if she remembered correctly.

There she was tossed to the ground and bound with hands and feet around one of the pillars that held it up. Her jacket was thrown over her without comment and she immediately crawled under it, feeling grateful. She could not put it on of course, but it helped. The hut helped too and even though she did not stop shivering, at least she stopped being close to freezing to death. Before she was able to get comfortable however, another pair of hooves clopped toward the entrance of the hut, hesitated for a moment and then came in. It was the large male that had claimed her. Oh great. Trouble was about to start.