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"Alright back it up!" A one of muscular movers helped guide the truck toward the farm.

Clyde waited the muddy pasture for the truck to stop. He couldn't keep his curiosity down; This would be the first animal on the farm since he inherited it from his grandfather. His thoughts of the old gruff patriarch dissipated when the ramp fell down from the truck. Clyde approached the ramp, the inside was dim with the only light peeking in form the evening sun.

"Want me to bring her out, Buddy?" The mover's expression was one of pure dismissal, Clyde could feel the judgement building in the air.

Clyde wasn't much for farming or raising animals but it was in his grandfather's will that he could keep the house long as he tended to the land and fixed the house himself. Clyde stepped inside of the truck, the clacking of hooves shuffling from the far back of the truck put him on high alert. Clyde slowly made his way to the back, his hand stretched out as he tried to feel for the animal. His hand met iron bars, then he felt a leather strap. Clyde guided his hands till he felt the end of the long leather straps, he pulled gently as he stepped down the ramp.

"Good job, you got her out and didn't get kicked." The mover grunted lifting up the ramp the moment Clyde cleared the ramp. "You got yourself a good stock. Remember this is draft centaur. If you don't train her well then you'll have a mountain of a mare with no good training between her ears. They aren't too aggressive but they can be hella stubborn when they get spoiled."

"I'll make sure that she becomes a good plow horse."

Even as the words left Clyde's mouth he wasn't really sure what it took to properly train a centaur, but for the price he paid he couldn't complain. "So what's your name?"

When Clyde didn't get a response he turned his attention to the centaur currently glaring at him with the large red ball gag in her mouth. Clyde brushed aside the short crop of brown hair to get a better look at her eyes. Her dark brown eyes met his as he reached around her to unfasten the ball gag, he quickly moved his hands away from the centaur in case she tried to bite him. The centaur rubbed her jaw with her sun kissed hands, every part of her human half was tanned a deep golden brown that was only a few shades lighter than the fur on her lower half.

"Thank you." The little brown centaur said looking over the farm with confusion.

"Is something wrong?" Clyde asked while trying not to stare at the pronounced nipples of the young centaur.

"Where are the other centaur?" She said trying to remove the leather straps keeping her hands bound.

"There aren't anymore. I don't need but one plow horse on my small farm. I figured getting one of you guys would be well within my budget but I don't think I could feed two creatures your size."

Clyde removed the straps from the centaur's arms, "Well, make yourself at home, miss?"

"I don't have a name, we just get numbers until we meet with our owners." She moved her hand to pull back her short brown hair. Her long horse-like ears had a tag with four numbers and a bar code. "I'm seven-one-one-five and I would really really like a better name."

Clyde nodded before scratching his scruffy chin, "What do you think about Mocha?"

"It's nice and it matches my fur." Mocha said cantering around Clyde while eyeing him carefully. Mocha walked the perimeter of the pen, she stopped before scratching the human part of her belly.

"Well Mocha, you can call me Clyde."

Clyde decided to leave her in the farm. Clyde could feel her eyes on him as he moved over to the work shed, he wanted to see if his grandfather had some tools so he could start working the fields. Clyde pushed a small plow meant for tilling the already soft ground, he wasn't much for farming but he didn't just shell out several thousand for a lazy mare.

Clyde dragged the heavy plow along the ground, it was mostly metal with a small seat in the back,. A few straps to tie a horse or a centaur, and a lash coiled around the arm of the chair. Clyde wheeled the plow to the start of the dirt. Mocha followed behind him curiously knocking on the metal plow.

"Mister Clyde, don't you think this is a little big for me?" Mocha said with a small bit of a southern dialect creeping into her voice.

"If I can move it then you can move it. Centaurs are known for their strength and you look pretty sturdy to me." Clyde chuckled as he fastened the leather around equine half. Clyde took a moment to fasten the straps before giving Mocha a playful slap on the rump. Mocha started to walk to the other end of the three acres of farmland.

Clyde pushed the back of the cart, it wouldn't do to make the centaur tire herself out on the first day. His eyes were drawn to her long flowing tail. Every step she took moved the tail just a bit to the side, allowing Clyde a peek at her tight ring of muscle just beneath the tail and the large equine womanhood peeking out between each swish of the tail.

"Are you listening, Mister Clyde?" Mocha said while turning her head to look over her shoulder.

"Sorry I was a little distracted. What's up Mocha?"

"I was wondering, if I'm going to be plowing in this area. Then uh... where do I sleep? I really hope you aren't going to put me in that barn, looks like a butcher shop made of rust in there." Mocha strained under the weight of the cart but she had already managed half of the field.

Clyde puzzled over her words for a moment while regarding her rump. She wasn't so big that she couldn't fit through the door. His eyes could help but focus on the lightly furred rump that swaggered with each of her steps. Clyde lazily let his gaze rise and found Mocha staring back at him, a small grin of satisfaction on her face. Clyde tried to form an apology but Mocha pulled hard, the soft ground gave way to the plow. The centaur seemed to perk up as she kept her tail high while nearly running with the plow. Clyde jogged behind Mocha trying to keep pace with the runaway mare, she giggled with each trot as her developing muscles strained under the effort.

Mocha finally stopped when she reached the opposite corner of the barn. She was bent at the waist with her arms resting against the fence. Her body shuddered with each breath. Even with the strength of being half-equine... Mocha was still a juvenile. She sighed as she felt the her owner's hand pressed touching her shoulders, her body shuddered in response as she bolted upright.

"I'm good. I'm good. I'm ready, what's the next job?" Mocha gasped out the words while Clyde unlatched her from the plow.

"I didn't expect you to be so eager to work, I heard that centaurs are stubborn at first." Clyde started to say something else but the loud rumble of clouds in the distance snapped his attention away from the excitable centaur.

The storm was slowly rolling in with quiet rumbles that resembled an aggressive beast. Clyde ran up to the house, the porch had a large awning under it. Clyde opened the door to the farm house, the wicker frame whined as he stepped inside. A casual flick of the light illuminated the room in a dull yellow from lights desperately needing to be replaced, Clyde found the rhythmic clopping of the hooves to be more of a comfort in the dimly lit house as he lead her into down into the basement.

Clyde stepped ahead of her as she slowly moved down the stairs, her hooves clacked on each wooden step. She made it down to the bottom with a deep sigh of relief, "Phew. I thought I was going to fall through those steps and die."

"I just got those stairs fixed, the basement has had the most work and it's mostly for storage and possibly a good place to wait out the storm. I really don't trust sleeping in a rickety house more than I do being down here. Heck, my grandpa used to keep his moonshine down here." Clyde laughed before pulling out a hose.

"You are going to spray me down now?" Mocha said putting up her hands.

"Well... Yeah. You stink." Clyde responded turning on the warm water connection so that a little trickle splattered on the concrete.

"It's because you had me out in the mud! It's your fault that I'm dirty." Mocha said crossing her deeply tanned arms with a huff.

"Uh huh... I'm gonna fix that now." Clyde grabbed a cloth out of the sink. "I'm going to soap you down, clean you up, rinse you down, and if you behave I got a gift for you."

Mocha perked up at idea of a reward. She reached out to grab the hose from him before running it over her head. Mocha had been bathed from the humans that raised her on the farm so she was used to being handled, a small sense of satisfaction spread from her head to her hooves as she thought about how nothing went wrong with her first time with a human.

"Mister Clyde, I'm the best mare you've seen right?" Mocha asked as strong human hands scrubbed her human back before reaching her connecting fur.

"You're certainly not skittish. When I was reading about centaurs everything about them mentioned that they bite, they are afraid of everything and they take weeks before they start talking to a new owner. You've been pretty amazing really." Clyde said while scratching under Mocha's chin, even thought she would be much taller than him soon as she reached her full height.

The female shuffled excitedly as she pushed his hand away, "I know I'm awesome, I've been bred from a long line of good stock to be perfect for rookie owners like yourself."

Clyde raised an eyebrow, "I'm a rookie now? How could you tell?"

Mocha rolled her eyes, "Of course you are, I've been taught what to look out for. A good human would already be giving me orders, his hands would be jammed into my backside and he would run his fingers my mouth checking my teeth. I might have even gotten mounted by my human on the first day, we are taught that long as you have human attention then it's a good thing."

The matter-of-fact-way that Mocha listed off what he could do to her stunned Clyde. He thought of her as a smart farm animal, more than just a blank tool to be exploited. He didn't know what to do with that information. Clyde just continued to soap up her back, she giggled as his cloth met the base of her tail.

"How did you and the others take that?" Clyde soaped up her tail and pulled a comb from his pocket, he tried to keep his gaze away from the small doughnut of muscle that tightened in reflex each time that his hand neared the the base of her tail.

"Some were scared, some were excited and I was..." Mocha blushed, something Clyde found very difficult to notice on her tanned skin.

Clyde snorted, "A stout girl like you shouldn't be afraid. In a few years you are going to make me look like a midget. Heck you were bigger than the other mares when I selected you."

Mocha rubbed a hand over her her wet mop of hair, lightening flashed outside which caused Mocha to flinch a bit. Even with her powerful body, she was still a youth and loud noises spooked her like any other kid. Her face broke out in a wide grin as she thought about her answer.

"I want an owner that wants me." Mocha said, "I mean...."

The room was silent except for a wet pop. The sound was rhythmic. Squish. Pop. Squish. Pop. The sound was unmistakable to Clyde, he heard similar sounds when his grandfather's centaurs were interested in a male. The embarrassed laugh that came from Mocha was snuffed by her hands darting up to cover her face as she stepped into the corner.

Clyde could see the brown slit between her hind legs winking at him, the wet smacks seemed to be goading him to slip between her folds. The embarrassed whimpers echoed in the basement as she pounded her tiny fists against the great concrete wall. Clyde rolled his eyes, he already read enough about domestic centaurs to expect this.

"I'm going to take care of that, just let me dry you off before I do." Clyde said nonchalantly, his hand already getting the extra large towels from the higher shelves. He tossed one playfully over Mocha's head.

"Dry your fur-less bits, I'll work on the back where you can't reach." Clyde snickered as his hands teasingly rubbed her rump. He knew that centaurs could be amorous but didn't expect a draft breed to warm up so quickly.

Mocha remained silent as she dried herself. The winking of her backside became more rapid and the blush on her face was thankfully hidden in the darkening room as the storm clouds only left them with dull yellow light that allowed them to view each other. Mocha felt Clyde's hands massage her tight leg muscles, she moaned a bit as his fingers worked to both dry her off and tease her a little more.

"Well at least you don't stink anymore. Come up stairs when you are done drying yourself."

Clyde left the aroused centaur to her own devices as he headed up the stairs, he collected a few fruits and vegetables in a bowl before heading out into the living room. Unfortunately for him the main problem with moving into his grandfather's home on such short notice left him without television or anything more entertaining than a dying cell phone. Mocha approached from the basement. She draped the damp towel over her head as she sat on the floor just below him.

Clyde passed the bowl over to the resting mare. "These are for you. Good job today."

"Thank you. It's not often that a human gets a wonderful draft like me."

Clyde chuckled while pulling the towel from the top of the mare's head. He tossed the towel down on the ground near the rear legs of Mocha. The wet pop of her needy body only made him more amused as he rubbed his hand over her equine belly. Her belly was warm to the touch with a fine coat of warm fur still a little damp from her bath. Clyde took time to enjoy the warmth rolling off of the mare.

"You are so warm, I guess that is because you are more bulky than most mares." Clyde said with a snicker, his hand slapped along Mocha's side.

The man moved with purpose as he swung his legs over the mare before sliding down her side. Though she was a bit smaller than him, Mocha was still as sturdy as a normal foal. Clyde rested between her forelegs and hind-legs. He didn't bother telling the mare what he had in mind for a reward since she was already moving her large equine ears. The three grapes that she popped into her mouth was proof enough that she found her own reward inside of the bowl.

Clyde rolled over till he was no longer resting on the side of the mare but now he was face to face with the equine rump of the juvenile equine. Clyde looked with amusement at the winking slit, Mocha curled her tail away from his face while her body stiffened in silent excitement. Clyde stopped and rested his chin on top of Mocha's rump. Clyde rubbed a free hand over the foal's soft fur while wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Whaaat?" Mocha whined while putting another grape into her pouting face.

"I didn't even hear you ask me about what I'm doing back here." Clyde said rubbing his fingers over her puffy slit with a small smile.

Mocha snorted loudly before swallowing the grape, "Mister Clyde, being mean. I know what you are going to-"

A brilliant flash of thunder illuminated all of the windows before the lights were snuffed out. The pair was in the dark. Rain tapped outside as if an inpatient conductor was urging them along, the darkness was almost comforting to the pair.

Clyde decided that playtime was over as he kissed her slit, the flesh immediately parted as if returning the kiss. The skin between her muscular legs was smooth and soft to the touch. Every wink of her folds allowed his tongue to slide deeper with every pleased twitch. Clyde enjoyed her taste. He swirled his tongue against the pink flesh, it's heat intoxicating to him as each wink of Mocha's body gripped his tongue.

The mare's hooves curled close to her body as she started to gasp from his work on her body. She writhed as she gazed down at him, quivered as thoughts raced through her head; was he going to mount her? Was this her reward? Those thoughts continued to race before she trembled before her human.

Clyde's tongue left long trails of saliva as he whipped his head up and down, every motion caused Mocha's slit to wink. The mare was already coating his chin in her excitement, he didn't expect such a reaction from a young centaur. What he really didn't expect was for Mocha to reach out and try to grab the top of his head. Clyde felt her finger tips brush the side of his head, Clyde could hear the moans of the mare as he teased her.

"Mister..." Mocha gasped her body shivering, she wanted to hold him close but centaur anatomy didn't allow her to be that flexible.

Clyde placed his hand just below his chin, his thumb rested against her large clit. Every wink of her mare-hood pushed against his thumb against her clit. Clyde made slow swirls of against her clit with his thumb, the low squeal that exited from her body gave away all of her emotions. Clyde tasted the salty sweet juices against his chin, his other hand moved up to rub against her pronounced ring of muscle.

"That feels really-, " Mocha squealed a little harder, her body tensed as she climaxed. "Wow... Um... Well..."

Clyde pulled his head from between her legs as the lights flickered back to life, the equine juices dripped down his scruffy beard onto her flank. Clyde wiped his face with a small grin on his face, Clyde sat on the couch with a winning grin on his face. While he wouldn't admit it to Mocha that was his first time going down on anyone, not to mention a centaur.

"Enjoy yourself?" Clyde asked with a hint of smugness in his voice.

Mocha placed her tips of her hands together as she looked down at the carpet, a ghost of a smile on her face. "I expected you to be more rough and mean about it. So far... I like you."

"It's only natural that you would-" Clyde stopped as Mocha got up and re-position herself till she was facing him. The sheer amount of legwork required to just adjust her resting position was surprising. She sat with her equine body pointed toward him, her human half rose between his knees as she rested her elbows on his knees.

"Sooo...." Mocha rolled the word while looking down at Clyde crotch. "I didn't think you would do something like that so soon?"

"But you expected me to do that?" Clyde said, it wasn't uncommon for an owner of a centaur to mount them but even his grandfather used to advise against being upfront about it.

"I wanted it, Momma used to say that a good owner was one that took a shine to you. You took a shine to me so if I don't wanna get sold then I wanna take a shine to you." Mocha raised her head and point to Clyde's crotch. "Pull it out, Mister Clyde."

Clyde smirked his hands behind his head, "You seem awfully sexual for such a young centaur."

Mocha shrugged and started unfastening his belt, "The big mares and the foals are all in the same area, so we learn how everything works pretty quickly. The workers come in and play with the big mares, even though they don't touch us like that we see it every other day."

The tanned hands worked on unzipping his fly with a little bit of effort, she reached into his fly and pulled out his already aroused shaft. She lowered her head down, to get a look at the shaft. Fingers danced along the tip of his shaft, she moved the shaft up and down while giggling. After a moment of inspecting it she gazed at Clyde with apprehension clear on her face.

"I don't know what I'm doing from here." Mocha giggled out of embarrassment. "Teach me to do it well?"

Clyde nodded while leaning down to give her a kiss, "The first thing you want to do is kiss me. I love a good kiss."

Mocha nodded, nearly headbutting Clyde in the process. She returned the gesture with quick kiss on the lips. She pulled back before searching his face for confirmation that she did it right, Clyde pulled her back into a kiss. Their lips were pressed against one another, his lips were skilled at making her young heart race. They embraced for a moment as Clyde's hands danced long her back. Mocha didn't understand the gesture but she felt safe even as the thunder rumbled outside.

"You are a natural." Clyde smirked before leaning back, "Since I going to be training you, we'll practice that whenever you are in the mood."

Mocha nodded before lowering her head just inches away from his crotch, she could smell the musky scent of his arousal. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth wide and forcing her head down the shaft as far as she could. Mocha immediately regretted the decision as she felt his length touch the back of her throat, she gagged softly.

"Whoa. Slow down, Mocha. You don't have to go all the way, just suck on the tip and go as far as you feel comfortable." Clyde didn't want to admit it but with his modest size, the idea of any female gagging on his length made him snicker.

She started over, her lips just covering the crown of his shaft while her hands reached up to hold his. The centaur traced the length with her tongue, she wanted to know every ridge and curve to length. The taste reminded her of a salt lick, she bobbed her head tracing the shaft as far down as her mouth would go.

"That's much better, go as long as you want to go. If you really want to drive me wild make sure to gently my balls. I'm pretty sensitive down there." Clyde admitted as Mocha opened her eyes and gave him a flat stare before her gaze drifted down to his crotch. Clyde realized his mistake, he opened his pants wider before sliding them down to his thighs.

There was no delay in Mocha's reaction, she cupped his surprisingly large balls in her hands. She moved her fingers deftly to gently massage Clyde's sack as her lips slid down enjoying the warmth in her mouth. No matter how much she sucked on his shaft the taste was enjoyable

Clyde rocked his hips in her mouth, his hand rested on the top of her head. He opened his eyes to look down at her pretty brown eyes, her expression was one of curiosity. Clyde scratched just behind her equine ears and she moved faster along his shaft with a pleasant hum to accompany each bob of her head. Clyde wanted to instruct her but the small moans and excited head bobbing were enough to satisfy him.

"I'm gonna come, you might not want to swallow that." Clyde offered but Mocha simply gave him a thumbs up. "Well I'm not going to complain..."

The centaur's eyes widened as Clyde's seed poured into her mouth, the salty fluid slammed against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed quickly from the surprise, while more fluid flowed into her mouth her tongue worked to keep her owner tip clean. After four large spurts into her mouth, the shaft softened inside of her mouth.

"Good girl, Mocha."

"I guess you were okay too. You'll have to work on it more tomorrow." Mocha chuckled before she rested her head in his lap.

"Sure, sure. You'll have to work just as hard tomorrow too." Clyde chuckled as the rain pattered down, he stroked her head while closing his eyes.