The Backyard Wall
by Josh Dugan

They were having some kind of party over the wall; I could hear it. The voices 
of guys, young and virile-sounding, were laughing and growling, and a couple 
of girls were laughing and screaming. There was a lot of commotion as horses 
galloped around, but I didn't hear the horses neighing at all. I looked up 
from my nap, irritated, and could see the dust rising. "I'll save you!" cried 
a young man's voice, followed by a girl's laughter and screaming. "No, I want 
more magic wine!" the girl's voice screamed, laughing.

What on earth, I thought, and headed out to the backyard wall. I looked over. 
They were all centaurs! A bunch of teenage kids, passing a huge and mysterious 
wine jug. "I'll catch you!" a boy called out, and he galloped by, his torso 
tanned and sweating as he tried to make a girl centaur drink from it. She 
tried to gallop away from him, but didn't seem to be trying too hard to 
resist. Finally, he got her to take a long pull at it. As she finished 
drinking, she laughed and then screamed -- "What do you think you're doing!" 
she screamed, swatting him. "What am I going to do with six breasts!" 

I nearly fell over -- the wine had caused her lithe female torso to blossom 
with six magnificent breasts, sets of two, literally stacked atop each other, 
crowding each other. "Aaagghhh!" the boy centaur said, trying to grab her as 
she screamed and galloped away, laughing, the six huge breasts bobbing. His 
huge stallion's hardon likewise bobbed and swung dangerously as his hooves 
pounded after her. Soon the other girl centaur was also galloping as fast as 
she could away from the boy centaurs, her six breasts a-jiggle as her lovely 
horse-body did its best to avoid the oncoming boys, who passed the jug among 
themselves. They were sweating and flushed, their eyes bright and rapacious as 
their lean, tanned torsos bent forward in chase, their stallion's bodies sleek 
above the dust clouds as their hooves pounded the earth.

"Captured you!" the first boy cried, grabbing his six-breasted centauress by 
her waist and mashing the six beautiful breasts to his glistening torso as he 
kissed her rudely, her arms reaching for him. He tore away from her kiss, 
maneuvering his massive stallion's body around behind her and instantly 
mounting her with violent thrusts. She screamed, breathless, her four legs 
stumbling with the force of his stallion's body upon her, her hands holding 
and fondling the beautiful six globes of her breasts. 

As the dust cleared, I could make out the other centaur couple likewise mating 
a distance away, and two of the boy centaurs mounted one another further off 
in the distance. The afternoon air echoed with the grunts and cries of the 
centaurs, and as they finished, they stumbled off to the distant house 
drunkenly, arm in arm, their horse-bodies bumping against one another side by 
side. One of them dropped the huge wine keg, which noisily got caught up among 
his hooves as he stumbled past it.

Taken aback, and a little aroused and out of breath myself, I made my way back 
to my room and fitfully resumed my nap.