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Clyde sat down at the oak table, the soups were still hot, the sun was lowering down on his kitchen, and yet the golden glow was marred by a single centaur filly boring holes in him. Her lips pursed as if she were trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe written on his forehead. Clyde placed his spoon in his soup only to hear the soft whine of Mocha, she walked over to him and gently moved his hand away from the food.

“Mister Clyde. Let’s go watch the sunset while we eat.” Mocha pleaded while her eyes continued to dart back and forth from the outside to their bowls. Subtlety wasn’t her strong point and she didn’t seem to be in rush to learn it.

“It’s nice and comfortable in here.” Clyde halfheartedly protested while slowly moving his hand back to the spoon.

“Your cabinets are bent, your table is peeling, the floor in the kitchen creeks and there is a draft from under the backdoor. Outside is comfy and I’ll even let you lay on me.” Mocha patted her equine sides with a large grin on her face. “Come on, you’ll like it and I wanna see our farm at night.”

Clyde nodded, “Alright, alright, but if you get bit by a few skeeters don’t come crying to me about how itchy you are.” Clyde stressed his southern accent as much as he could.

Mocha picked up Clyde’s bowl and her own before trotting out the backdoor, Clyde noticed that the door was indeed raised a little higher than it should be. He followed Mocha out of the house while silently grumbling about his grandfather’s desire to do everything himself and to do it without learning how. She was sitting against the wall, her equine half resting half on her legs and half against the house.

“I just washed you and you are back against the dirty house. At least you aren’t sitting in the mud.” Clyde teased. He moved to prop himself against her belly she was small enough that she made a nice firm pillow. “Oh well. I’m not going to wash you again tonight, you still smell like shampoo so I guess it’s okay.”

“Take your food and watch the sunset, Mister. A good centaur smells like hard work anyway.” Mocha shrugged while patting her side in a clear invitation for Clyde to scoot a little closer to her human half.

The sun lowered from the tops of the trees, it painted a golden glow over the plains that gave the shadows an almost living quality of a blanket being spread over the area. The last vestiges of light ended as the pair finished their soup in silence. Mocha rubbed her hands over Clyde’s hair, Clyde patted her flank and gave stared out at the dark forest just outside his property line. The soft drone of insects started almost immediately.

“Hey Mocha, you’ve been here for about three days now. What do you think of your new life out here with me?” Clyde placed both of their bowls to the side and scooted down till the back of his head was nestled comfortable against where her human side met her equine body. The soft fur was just long enough to provide him with a cushion but the equine muscles made him think of a firm pillow.

Mocha placed her hand on his head as a giggle welled up inside her, the small peals of laughter became deep wheezing fits of childish glee. She stood up slowly to give Clyde enough time to slide off of her. Unlike the human near her Mocha could see almost as good with a few stars as humans could see in full daylight. She grabbed Clyde by the hand once he got up.

“Try to ride me.”

“I don’t know about that. You aren’t that tall and I think my legs would might drag, It’s a little late to break out the cart.” Clyde scratched his chin in thought.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m strong.” Mocha flexed her heavily tanned arms in the darkness, “Hop on, I just want to do a few laps around the farm while we talk.”

Clyde placed a hand on her back and kicked a leg around her back, he placed his hands around her waist. Clyde tucked his leg against her, he waited for her to give a grunt of effort but she began a slow trot to the treeline. Her ears flicked in every direction as she strained a bit to carry him, he moved a hand to rub her head.

“I want you to keep me. My mom had three owners before she was given to the farm. My dad had two and I don’t want to have a bunch. My brothers and sisters always looked to humans as these people who would just have them on a farm to ride and pull stuff. I wanted to do that too, I ran my farm all the time, I listed to what the humans taught me and I even tried to teach myself stuff so my human would like me.” Mocha blushed, “Then I got you and you don’t know anything.”

“Thanks, jerk.” Clyde gave Mocha’s equine ears a playful tug.

“Hey, not my fault. But I’m glad. I’m not scared of you, you aren’t afraid of me running away, I didn’t get a chip in my back. You haven’t so much as gave me a spanking. I don’t know what I’m saying, I just really like you and I want you to like me. I feel like I gotta do something for you.” Mocha’s hooves tore a few leaves from a nearby bush and shoved them into her mouth, she chewed thoughtfully as she adjusted to the weight on her back.

“Like what?” Clyde said tracing his fingers down her back feeling each of the muscles between her shoulder blades.

“I don’t know but I like pulling stuff so I’ll pull stuff for you.” Mocha shrugged, “I didn’t get taught much on what I would be doing just what not to do. Don’t poop in the house, don’t pee on things and kicking a human is a no-no.”

“I’m really glad you don’t crap on all my nice stuff.”

“Pfft. Your chair smells like sweat and most of the farm stuff is rusted.” Mocha snickered and turned through the bushes, she managed to keep away from the treeline but she occasionally stuffed more leaves into her mouth. “I like it, it’s our stuff. You treat me like I matter and I don’t have to share you with anyone.”

“I heard that drafts weren’t that clingy. Did I get sold a crazy mare that is going to go all nuts every time I look at another centaur?” Clyde leaned in to hum in her with an accusing tone. “You aren’t going to beat up a poor defenseless mare like Analqueen are you.”

Mocha stiffed at the name and placed her fists against her human hips. “Hold on tight. I’m gonna show you how cool I am, Mister Clyde.”

Clyde wrapped his arms around Mocha, she clapped her hands once and took in a deep breath. She tore through the bushes in a sprint, even though she was slower than other centaurs she managed to speed through the bush. She broke out of the tree line back into the empty fields behind the farm. Clumps of dirt were smashed apart as her feet pounded the unpaved trails. Her legs carried rhythmic thunder as she turned on the road leading from his house. Her speed slowed as her hooves met with concrete, her breath came out ragged and pleased in equal measure.

“That’s-” Mocha sucked in another lungful of as she followed along the road, “why you’ll want me more than Queen. I’m strong and I’ll keep getting stronger.”

Clyde swung his legs off of the mare and adjusted himself, he hopped off of her while keeping his stride enough to stand at her side. He took a moment to gaze at her in the dim starlight of the country night. She was young and her equine muscle her slightly bulging from the exertion, she had a smug grin that glowed in the darkness. Clyde found himself matching the grin with his own, he leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead but she pulled him into a slow kiss on the lips. Clyde leaned into the kiss feeling every once of the mare’s affection in that gentle pressing of lip, the taste of grass and soup on her tongue made him think of how different she was than a human but that only made his heart skip a beat.

Clyde broke the kiss and left the mare smiling smugly at him as she skipped around him. Clyde placed a hand on her back and guided her on the front porch. He checked the chains and wood to make sure they could support the combined bulk of his weight and that of Mocha. Clyde then helped Mocha on the swinging chair while keeping it steady, the barely finished wood gave a soft creek of protest. The pair sat in silence with the light from the front windows bathing them in a dull yellow glow. Mocha rubbed her fingers over her lips with a blush on her tanned face.

“Mister Clyde, Can I ask you what you like about me?” Mocha asked with her voice just barely above a whisper.

The weight of the question hit him like a spray of cold water, everything he read on centaurs whirled through his mind in a frenzy. Clyde thought about how aloof draft breeds were and what he was supposed to do with them as a servant. Clyde leaned back and closed his eyes, clearing his mind as he thought about the question seriously.

“When I came looking for a centaur, I went to the farm. It was a strange thing. I didn’t get to meet with any of the fillies or colts. I got to meet with your mom and she recommended you; This huge centaur with breasts so big that she had areola nearly as big as my palm. I just--” Clyde stopped at he noticed Mocha placing a finger in her mouth and pantomiming vomiting. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway she brought me to the viewing room where all the younger centaurs were playing, I saw you being polite while still playing just as rough with the others. You seemed so happy that I knew even if this farming thing didn’t work out I wanted to be around that smile.”

“Really?” Mocha said while her tail swatted at the moths that fluttered around them, the warmth of the southern night did little to prevent her from leaning her upper half across his lap like an oversized house cat. “Anything more?”

“You just want me to praise you for every little thing,” Clyde released an exaggerated sigh from his nose as his ruffled her head, “You sure you aren’t a house cat in a horse’s body?”

“Maaaybe.” She cooed but rubbed her hands over his lap, her fingers playfully scratching into his legs while she meowed.

“Funny. I guess I just like that you feel like someone I wanna come home to. I think I could get used to the idea of having someone around, My grandpa owned this house and after grandma passed he just lived with his centaur till the end came.” Clyde let the words die in the air while his hands traced her equine-like ears. “I wouldn’t mind that being us.”

“Hey. Hey, Mister Clyde.” Mocha called.

“Yes?”

“Wanna know what I like about you?” Mocha’s voice held an air of mischievousness in every word.

“Uh oh. I’m almost scared to ask but I’ll ask anyway. What does my little centaur like about me?” Clyde ran his hands through her smooth hair.

“You treat me like I’m special. I just got here a few days ago and I got to go to the store, you let me pull your cart and I got to play games. I didn’t even get to watch television unless I was at the doctor’s office.” Mocha rolled off of the chair and stood up to her full height. “This is why I want you to the be the one to have intracourse with.”

“Intracourse?” Clyde blinked at her with a bit of confusion on his features.

“Come on, Mister Clyde. You know, Intracourse. How babies are made. When a daddy centaur loves a mommy centaur so much.” Mocha puffed her nearly flat chest out in pride.

“The word you are looking for is intercourse and that is probably the most unsexy way to say it.” Clyde snickered while giving Mocha a poke on her belly. “Look at you trying to be all serious. Next you are going be telling even more wrong words trying to prove how mature you are.”

“Stooop, you are making me loook baaaad.” Mocha grumbled and tugged Clyde’s hand to follow her. “You should be all, ‘Mocha, I love you so much and even though I’m a weak human who needs you. I’m glad that you would even think that I special enough to touch you. Also I think you are better than all the other centaurs’.”

Clyde allowed himself to get pulled off the porch to the front yard, they stood between the empty road and the illumination of the house. Mocha spread her arms wide and took in a deep breath. There was no nervousness in her posture, just a simple animal sincerity of what she wanted. Mocha seemed like a bronzed model of greek make as she turned away from Clyde, her hooves spread wide and her tail cocked to the side. Just beneath tail her tight light-brown ring of muscle quivered in anticipation .

“Mister Clyde.” Mocha almost purred out the words, “Let’s do it out here. It feels right, is that okay?”

There wasn’t a need for words in Clyde’s mind, he crouched behind mocha to take in the full view of her back side. The beauty of her shapely mound was nestled between her sturdy flanks, golden brown fur was thick around her tail and the side but thinned the closer he got to her entrance. The light caught on the on the thin trail of excitement that flowed between her legs. Every part of Mocha was geared to being a tomboy, even her body seem eager to draw him in. Every second he gazed at the waiting entrance was punctuated with a quiet slap of her lips winking, she carried a nervous excitement that he shared with each moment.

Her body was tense, even more than when he played with her butt. Clyde placed his face against the soft brown skin between her legs, his tongue swiped at her pussy. Her flanks shuddered as her brought his thumb up to play with her clit. The thick fold of her mare-hood squeezed against his tongue and relaxed, the slow rhythm of her excitement brought a budding sense of satisfaction to Clyde for finally making them quiver.

“Crap… that feels good.” Mocha moaned as she pressed her hips back, she couldn’t stop winking over his tongue even if she wanted too.

Her clit was nearly the size of his pinky finger but every touch he gave her brought a shuddering moan. Most centaur’s were bred to be extremely sensitive to the touch, a nagging thought reminded him that once he mounted Mocha she would next to impossible to sell. Centaur’s were notorious for having strong group bonds with those they mate with.

“In for a penny, in for a pound.” Clyde said and sucked on the pink flesh of her large clit, her muscles clenched so hard that the moisture made the noise of smacking lips. The salty-sweet tastes was something he could get used to. He moved his hands over her flanks while enjoying every inch of those deep brown lips. Mocha moved in tandem with his tongue, her body pushing against his face.

Soft whimpers of pleasure echo from the young mare’s mouth, her heart beat thudded in her chest. This was really going to happen, she wanted to kick but that would put a quick end to her fun… And possibly Clyde. Mocha made do with leaning back and shouting to the heavens, “Mistah Clyde is flipping great!” She half-yelled and half-slurred.

Clyde flinched from the sudden yell, his face was coated in her equine nectar. He wiped his mouth and prepared to admonish her but it dawned on him that his new home wasn’t in a city. The nearest neighbor was almost two miles away and he might see three cars pass his road per night, they were free to do what they pleased. Clyde silently thanked his grandfather for the gift remote living.

“Well, Thanks. You are pretty okay yourself.”

“I, uh... I already got off twice. When are you gonna do it? I’m ready, I’m ready, and just in case you didn’t know I’m ready.” Mocha giggled even as a long line of fluid dripped from her puffy, winking, marehood. She gazed over her shoulder with smile that made Clyde’s heart skip a beat.

“You’d think it was my first time and not yours.” Clyde muttered under his breath and took off his pants, instead of letting them set on the ground he draped them across Mocha’s back.

Mocha steeled herself and spread her legs wide, she rubbed her hands together as her fore-hooves raised and lower. The little mare’s tails swept the air in nervous arcs, she moved about the front yard. Mocha gazed over her shoulder to see Clyde resting his elbows on her rump. He gazed at her with a blank expression, she opened her mouth and he stuck out his tongue at her. Mocha started back, her face broke out in a small smile as she stuck out her own tongue.

“Stop being weird, Mister.” Mocha called back to him, “Do your thing. Hump me.”

“We are going to have to work on that. So demanding.” Clyde gave her a slap on the rump, “Trust me, if there is anything that I’m doing that you don’t like I’ll stop. Just make sure to tell me.”

“I’m not some-” A small bit of southern twang slipped into her words.

“I know, Mocha. It’s because you are so stubborn that I have to tell you this.” Clyde said before moving two of his fingers across her soft folds. Every drop of need that coated his fingers was used to coat his dick while his other hand gently scratched at her flanks.

Clyde pressed his hips against Mocha’s, his cock applying just enough pressure to elicit a pleased quiver from her body. Light brown fur circling her entrance, thick puffy lips soaked in the juices of her need, her woman hood was completely equine in share with darker skin than the rest of her body. But unlike a horse she wasn’t seasonal; Every winking contraction was proof of Mocha’s need while her tail was cocked to the side. Clyde gripped her hips and entered her slowly, her muscles clenched around him immediately. He bit his lip to keep from just thrusting into the mare like an animal.

Her rumped pressed back into him, the sigh of relief from her sounded like a weight was taken off her chest. In response to her body pressing against him, Clyde increased his tempo, flesh met flesh in loud wet slaps. Her folds were matching his trust’s with every wink. Clyde dug his hands into her flank’s while speeding up.

“Yesss” Mocha dragged the last syllable of the words out as much as she could.

Clyde felt his shirt coated by the strong muscles pushing out the juices of their efforts. Her body tensed hard enough that Clyde felt her first orgasm on his cock, the centaur returned his affections by pressed back against him almost hard enough to knock him over.

“Play with me more, Please?” She said while clenching herself around him.

“I didn’t even get off.” Clyde said between thrusts, he never failed to be shocked at how sensitive centaurs were.

She shuddered in silent afterglow but stepped back to meet his shaft, her rump pressed so tightly against him that she felt every inch quivering inside of her. The primal desire to pin him against a wall and take what she wanted flickered in the back of her mind. She moved her muscles in tandem with his body, her folds tightening and relaxing around his girth. Clyde matched her movements with his own tempo, every inch of grasping flesh was met the moment that his hips met with hers.

The strong scent of their love making wafted into the summer air. They were in another world, where only their inhuman and human needs meet at the middle.

Mocha cried out in as another wave of pleasure hit her and she release another trail of nectar from between her legs. Her ears took in the sound of passionate moaning from her human, he wasn’t just looking out for her pleasure any more. He was making his claim on her, causing Mocha’s heart to thump in her chest like ringing bell. Her hands trailed to her nipples and pinched softly, the warmth flowing through her each time Clyde hilted himself in side of her.

For all of his thrusting, Clyde felt that he could go as deep inside of her as possible. Mocha matched his movements with awkward pushes as if she was worried that she would knock him over. Every thrust made him love the little mare more and more. He gazed up to see her looking at him from her shoulder. Her tanned cheek blushing as she gasped, sweat clung to every part of her human half. That expression was enough to push him over the edge, His fingers dug into her flanks while he release a long sigh of bliss. His seed poured flowed into velvety entrance while his balls tightened to make sure that she got every drop.

“Mister Clyde. We made love.” Mocha gasped out, “and it wasn’t in my butthole.”

“Butthole is possibly the least sexy way to say that.”

“Well, I don’t cuss. Imma call it my donut. At least it wasn’t in my donut.” Mocha wheezed out between peals of tired laughter.

“No,” said Clyde before giving her a playful smack on the rump. “How about we get some water before round two.”

The centaur’s gaze turned to the side of her farm, Clyde watched as Mocha’s bolted toward the far end. For such a stocky mare she was surprisingly skilled at a sudden bursts of speed, as she rounded the corner of the house he heard the sound of two different shouts. He quickly grabbed the pants that managed to fall off the mare’s back, and followed her to find Mocha holding another centaur by the arm. Mocha’s tail was jutted out with her ears flat, She held the other slightly bigger centaur in a way that she couldn’t kick out.

“Let me go!” The other centaur hissed in anger, “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“Mister Clyde?” Mocha nearly snarled the words, “She’s trying to push in on our home.”

“No I’m not I just wanted to see who was living here. Let me go you little jackass.” The centaur shouted but couldn’t break Mocha’s grip.

“Mocha, you can let her go. I don’t think she is here to start anything.” Clyde said still half naked from before, “She probably someone’s perverted centaur that wanted to stop by.”

Mocha released the centaur but placed herself in front of Clyde, her equine ears still penned back in anger. She could see the centaur clearly in the low light, tall slender with an almost unnatural sense of rugged grace. Mocha bit back the sudden anger she felt, what was this four legged jerk doing at her house.

“So are you the ones that moved in here?” The centaur tried to step around Mocha but only managed to get blocked by the stockier female at every turn. “Fine. Hello, I’m Tina. I live over there and I wanted to meet my new neighbors.”

Tina’s hand pointed to the forest behind Clyde’s farm, in response Clyde simply scratched his chin and took another look at the mare. She knew that he could barely see her in the darkness but she waved anyway.

“So what farm is that way, I haven’t been out to meet anyone yet I didn’t think I had any neighbors other than those up and down this road. Pleasure to meet you, Tina.” Clyde began putting his pants on as he spoke.

“None, I live right there. I saw you move in a while back and simply waited to come by. I figured since you got one of my sisters, It would only be a matter of time before she found me.” Tina shrugged and stepped around the angry female.

She stepped on the front porch and looked into the their window, the light revealed her pinto horse colors with a large patches of brown and white over her equine half. Her human half matched the fur color with brown and white patches of skin over her face and arms. Unkempt white hair spread from her head and small scars dotted her body. She looked into the home for a while, her eyes searching.

“So you are wild?” Clyde said slowly making his way to the door, he kept his body between Mocha and Tina. “Mocha, Go inside.”

“But-”

“Go inside now.” Clyde hissed keeping his voice low, “I’ll be inside in just a moment.”

Mocha kept her ears flat and her tail straight as she stomped inside of the house, she simply walked to the window with a pout as she watched the pair. “That didn’t do much, Mister Clyde.”

Tina snickered, “She is right, I’m not going to hurt either of you. I know, I know. Wild centaurs have a habit of kidnapping people and I don’t have my breeding registry to even say that I don’t have those kinda leanings.”

“So what do you want and why shouldn’t I call the Police?” Clyde asked with a gaze to Mocha, “I don’t want Mocha hurt because you two got into a fight.”

Tina put her hand against the window and looked at Mocha, “She’d kick my ass, I’m a head taller than her and I couldn’t break her grip. That is a minotaur with extra legs, I’d rather make nice with the both of you since you are kinda stupid and she just doesn’t understand.”

“Understand what…”

Tina giggled, “What you just did, you just claimed her like a stallion would and now she is already smelling like a mare protecting her territory. I came here out of my quiet woods so she wouldn’t hunt me down, I would like to be on good terms with her since Sweetpea is gone.”

The word Sweetpea caused Clyde to relax a bit, his hand still on the door handle. “So you were a friend of my grandpa. Heck you could have started with that and I might have greeted you warmly. I’m Clyde, that is Mocha and SweetPea was my grandfather’s old mare.”

“Ah. Well, I guess the place is yours.” Tina said turning to look at Mocha, the scowl on the other females face made her shiver a bit. “Would you mind if I stayed in the woods back there? I won’t cause any trouble and other than taking a bit of fresh water from your hose. you won’t have to worry about me.”

Clyde noticed that her words weren’t aimed at him but rather at Mocha, “Does she scare you that much?”

Tina swallowed, “Yes. I don’t know how much you know about us but we are extremely uncomfortable with strangers. Your little mare over there would probably be fine with other mares from cities and farms but she could tell I wasn’t that in an instant.”

“And you are scared of Mocha? This Mocha?” Clyde pointed to the mare that was still pouting behind the window. “Okay, I don’t see it.”

Tina pulled a few leaves out of her hair and leaned closer to Clyde, the moment she did Mocha’s ears pinned back. Tina moved away from Clyde and Mocha kept her eyes fixed on the taller centaur. “Those ears tell everything, she views me as a threat. She is small now but sooner or later she could seriously hurt me. So I’d like to help you train her to not kill me when you aren’t looking.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Mocha whined, “You are the one that was moving through the dark like some four legged ninja.”

“Well when someone decided to run pass my sleeping area smelling like fresh human and horny centaur. I got afraid that I was royally screwed, I figure that I should pay my respects to my new friends.” Tina gave a curt bow, her front legs dropping to her knees. “Before I go back to little grove. I wanted to give you a bit of advice, Clyde. If you keep fucking her out here then other mares might get curious.”

“Well I wouldn’t want that, but I’m still not sure I’m okay with you being here. Mocha get the one my bottles of shampoo and the pink brush. Both of them are in the upstairs bathroom.” Mocha didn’t move, her eyes drifting toward Tina meaningfully. “Go now, Mocha.”

Tina and Clyde watched her sullenly stepped up the stairs, Clyde immediately turned his attention to Tina. “You seem like you wanted to say something to me personally, get it out quick.”

“I didn’t lie, I see those big hooves hers and know she is going to be a massive mare. I’m strong but she nearly pulled my arm out.” Tina winched and rubbed her elbow in pain. “I would like to help on the farm a bit in exchange for some food and water, I can eat grass and leaves all day but getting meat is harder. I also want to get her used to another female nearby.”

Clyde nodded, “I’d rather her not hurt anyone, I’d also rather not have a sketchy homeless drifter in my backyard.”

“I’m not going to let you own me, I like being able to go and do what I please. Nothing is going to change that, I’d leave before I let someone tell me I can’t enjoy the woods.” Tina shrugged, “I have a home, it just happens to be the woods near what was a pretty cushy place to live.”

Clyde waved his hand, “I can’t afford to feed you anyway, I was thinking that you could clean out the shed and move in there. If you help on the farm you can eat with us, Mocha could use an older friend.”

“Friend?” Mocha opened the door and stepped outside with the items, her eyes flicked between the two of them as she put the items in Clyde’s hands.

“More like a mentor, I can teach you ways to keep your human nice and happy. Also I mean how many other mare can ask about that thing, I know you felt it.” Tina’s eyebrows waggled knowingly, “It’s why you want fight me and why this stops it.”

Graceful forlegs buckled forward, Mature brown eyes met with wide youthful ones. Tina release a soft nicker and her teeth clicked, Mocha responded with a low guttural noise that resembled a nicker and a chuckle. Mocha’s hand ran over Tina’s hair, she rubbed her ears and traced her fingers down the mare’s chin. The air was tense around them before Mocha released her and stepped back.

“That was weird…” Mocha said under her breath, she raised a fist as if she was going to punch Tina but just held it there. “I don’t…”

Clyde stepped in and gave the soap and brush to Tina, “Clean yourself up and leave what you don’t use in the shed. Don’t betray my trust and we will stay just dandy.”

“Make sure to wash behind your hair, it’s really pretty.” Mocha said while reaching up to stroke the snow white strains. She touched the other mare as if they were siblings rather than rivals.

“Of course. Thank you both, I’ll work on cleaning the shed tomorrow. I’m glad you accepted me, Miss Mocha. I look forward to teaching you both many things.” Tina said and strolled back around the house, her tail swishing with an air of excited energy.

“What was that?” Mocha and Clyde said to each other in synchronized confusion.

“What did she do to you?” Clyde asked while guiding Mocha inside of the house, his hands resting on her back. The pair smelled of strong sex. Clyde heard the soft dripping of their mixture of fluids on the hardwood floor.

The centaur made a wide sweeping gesture of waving her hand through the air, “I don’t know. She is weird.” Mocha lightly pushed Clyde on the couch, she placed her hands on his lap and lowered her body to the floor.

“Mister Clyde, do you like me?” Mocha purred the words out as her finger trailed up and down his thighs.

A strong hand reached under her chin, her head was raised to face her master. His lips met her in a forceful press, she felt the tickle of stubble while his tongue danced around hers. She could taste herself on his lips, her hands wrapped around his shoulders as they shared each other breath. Mocha’s heart thumped in her chest as she drew her closer, his hands pressed against the small of her back. Mocha relaxed in his grip and relaxed her grip around shoulders. The kiss stretched for what felt like hours for the pair.

“I’ll let you figure that out.” Clyde pulled away from the kiss with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Of course you do, I mean you can’t keep you hands off of me. It’s okay, Mister Clyde, I’ll take care of you.” Mocha chuckled gave friendly slap on the shoulder, her sun-kissed face parted in a warm smile. “I mean it, when we get done plowing tomorrow I want to travel around those woods behind the shed.”

“Trying to look for other mares to fight off?” Clyde joked but noticed that Mocha unzipped his fly while they were talking.

She simply shrugged as she pulled out Clyde’s shaft, her tongue moving to clean off any proof of their love making. Her eyes darted to meet Clyde’s to confirm he wasn’t going to reject her behavior while she gazed at the thick shaft that was still slick from their early affections. She placed the shaft in her mouth and slurped every inch of it clean, Clyde’s fingers curled as she worked. Her heart hammered in her chest as his hand scratched at her ears, she released his length from her mouth with a audible pop. Every inch of it was coated in her saliva.

“Feel better?” Mocha asked while resting her head in his lap, she rubbed a single finger on his other thigh.

“Absolutely. How about you? I know Tina interrupted us but, how was your kinda-sorta first time?” Clyde stroked her head as he leaned back with his eyes closed.

Mocha didn’t respond but simply snored on his lap, her hand going slack and resting against her face. Clyde sighed and continued to stroke her head even as her ears moved around in her sleep.

“You really are like a cat.” Clyde whispered and turned his head gaze from the living room to the back door, Tina sopping wet form was pulling tools out of the shed. Clyde wasn’t sure what to make of it but Mocha liked her and that was enough for him. Clyde drifted off with his hand still stroking silky smooth hair of his centaur lover.