From: albrecht@kd.qd.se (Albrecht)
Subject: Fur: Philippus (M/M, M/F - human/centaur)
Date: Thu, 26 Dec 1996 17:09:33 GMT
Organization: Q.D. Karlstad AB

	Philippus by The Werewolf!


	'Ellas in 731 BC was a beautiful land of rocky
coastlines, green fields and countless islands. It was a
time when the gods looked down and smiled on these lands and
upon the people who lived upon them.

	In that year, a farm couple beholden to Aristaios, the
semi-deity of fields and forests, gave birth to a boy. The
night before his birth, the child's mother had a dream of
mighty horses lead by the centaurs who lived in the northern
parts of Ellas and taking this as an omen, they named their
child 'Phillippus'.

	The name seemed true, at least in that as the boy grew
to into a young man, he was truely horse-like in stature,
massive and muscular from the hard work he did around the
farm - work he did with never a harsh word or sound of
complaint. The girls in the nearby village often whispered
to each other that Phillippus was more like a stallion in
other ways as well.

	As Phillippus entered his eighteenth year, the stories
of his strength and incredible endurance had spread
throughout the land and eventually caught the ear of the
legendary Chiron who travelled across the country to the
village. Everyone had heard of the centaur who brought man
the teaching of medicine and wondered why he had come to
this quiet little town.

	Chiron moved through the people of the town, a towering
stallion, and made his way to the farm. He was greeted by
Phillippus' parents who had heard the commotion of the
townsfolk as they followed along behind the aged centaur.

	"How may I help you, revered ancient?" asked Phillippus'
mother.

	"I am looking for a young man, your son I am told, who
is like a wild stallion and is named 'Phillippus'" asked the
old centaur, his voice like ancient molasses in its dark,
slow tones.

	Phillippus's mother nodded and pointed out to the field
where her son toiled, ripping massive stones and tossing
them aside as he cleared the land. Chiron began toward the
distant figure then paused and somberly asked that the
people return to their homes. He was to meet with the young
man alone.

	Phillippus was looking away, but could not mistake the
thudding sound the hooves of the centaur made in the dry
earth. He turned and was overwhelmed by the fusion of man
and horse which stood before him.

	"You are Phillippus?" the centaur asked. The human
nodded. "Do you know why I have come to this place?" Chiron
continued.

	"N-no... Is it the dreams?" Phillippus asked. This time
Chiron nodded.

	"Dreams are rarely without reason and yours are sent by
the gods. They want you to know your real nature. You
weren't supposed to be a man - you were meant to be a
centaur." With that, Chiron gestured to a small clearing in
the woods which surrounded the field and led Phillippus.
Once there, the huge centaur gently tucked himself up and
took up a reclining position. He bade Phillippus to rest
against the equine belly.

	"A centaur? Me? How could such a thing be?" asked
Phillippus.

	"It happens, rarely, but it does. Sometimes the stands
of the tapestry of Fate become entwined the wrong way."
Phillippus looked down. "Tell me what you are thinking,"
asked Chiron.

	"I've never told anyone this... all my life I have been
attracted to the mares at the landholder's farm, but the
village girls also attract me. It's driven me - this desire
torn between two worlds." The words ripped from the man.
"Now I know why."

	"I may be able to help you" Chiron stated. "I can appeal
to Apollo who has been known to take female animals - your
parent's are beholden to one of his children sired off a
wolf. I believe he would understand your need and would help
you find a new form"

	"I am to become a centaur? What about my parents and
their farm?" Phillippus asked.

	"You may return to live here if it pleases you, but you
will be able to live in the form which was meant for you."
replied Chiron.

	"I thank you for your advice kind Chiron. Let me speak
with my parents on this and please stay with us this
evening." said Phillippus. The centaur rose and followed the
man to the farm house and asked only for a warm place in the
barn where he would be more comfortable.

	That night, Phillippus spoke with his parents and
understandably they were distressed at first, but they also
were very devout and caring. They realised that the omen of
the horses was coming true and that only a very foolish
mortal would stand in the way of the gods. They made
Phillippus promise to return no matter what and he said that
nothing would prevent him from returning.

	The next morning, the man and the centaur ate a morning
meal with the elderly couple and with tears in the human
eyes, they departed. They covered a fair distance that day
and settled into a clearing for the night. Chiron made a
small fire to keep them both warm and bade Phillippus to get
to sleep.

	Chiron was awakened to a groan. Phillippus had moved
away from the fire and was breathing hard. "Phillippus"
Chiron called softly. The human started and turned around,
his face filled with embarrassment. "Do not be ashamed, my
boy. It is the nature of all males to do this. Bring
yourself here to me." Phillippus walked silently to the
reclining centaur. As he moved into the light, Chiron
commented "I see you are indeed more stallion than man."

	Chiron closed his hand around Phillippus' shaft and
gently stroked the tight skin of the surprisingly long,
thick member. Phillippus moaned and fell forward, resting
his palms on Chiron's broad shoulders. Chiron's hands were
heavy and calloused from the years and their rough surfaces
added a gentle scraping against his all too sensitive flesh.
Another gasp escaped from the man as the centaur brought the
thickening member to his lips and guided it into the hot,
wet cavern.

	Phillippus was without control. His hips began a
vigourous thrusting as his shaft slid in and out of the
centaur's mouth. Chiron moved his hand between the man's
thighs and gently massaged and cupped the heavy sac and
firmly rubbed the skin behind them. The poor human felt a
river of heat flow over his body - he had never been with
another being before and the feelings were almost agonising
in their intensity. He felt an aching fire and gripped the
centaur firmly, pressing his long shaft deep into the
centaur's mouth and climaxed. It was as if someone had
punched him in the belly as his groin clenched again and
again, pouring an ocean of seed into the centaur.

	Chiron guided the human, stunned by the overwhelming
sensations, down to the ground. The centaur held the poor
man until he regained his senses. As Phillippus rested
against Chiron's barrel chest, the coarse equine fur keeping
him warm, he realised that Chiron too, had been excited by
the unusual lovemaking. Snaking under his raised knee was
Chiron's penis, fully released from the sheath which
normally held it up between the centaur's horse-rear.
Feeling a need to repay the wonderous creature for the
pleasure brought to him, he took up the member. It was dry,
smooth, rubbery to the touch. This time it was Chiron who
gasped.

	Phillippus began stroking and rubbing the shaft.
Secretly, this was something he had dreamt of as he watched
the massive stallions of the landowner rutting around the
mares. He had seen the stunning shafts drop from their homes
between the thighs of those magnificent beasts and  raised,
pounding with the hot blood of wild horses, to drum a tatoo
against their heaving chests. Then he the felt his breath
catch in his throat as those same shafts were plunged into
the excited mares to be driven deep within the female as the
stallion walked ever more of the monstrously large member
into her. His groin felt a fire as he watched them, the
stallion working his shaft in shuddering thrusts until that
moment of pause - that climax and then watched as the animal
slid off of his mate, the thick seed still spilling from the
over filled male's member.

	Every such encounter left him hot and desperate and he
would rush to a secret place to work off his excitement.

	Now, he was actually stroking a stallion's member.
Chiron was much larger than a human, but not as large as a
real horse. Still, as the shaft exapnded under his touch and
the head of the black staff flared out, the difference in
size was unimportant. Phillippus took the shaft and began
stroking it and working it over his chest and belly. Several
times, he worked it between his own legs and allowed his
much smaller human shaft to lay upon the equine one and
worked them together. Finally, he echoed Chiron and took the
flared head into his own mouth and sucked and squeezed the
softer flesh, rubbing his tongue over the rough skin.

	Chiron was moaning and working his flanks. He made a
strangled sound and Phillippus' mouth filled with a bitter
liquid which flowed with such force that it gushed from his
lips and fell in thick gobbets to the ground. The shaft
quickly shrank and withdrew into the leathery sheath. Chiron
gathered Phillippus into his arms and gave him a long hug
then told him that they really did have to get some sleep.

	------

	The next day's walk brought them to a small settlement
of centaurs. Chiron asked Phillippus to wait and entered the
village to speak with the town elders where he explained the
situation. They seemed wary, but invited the human into
their town and found him a place to stay. Chiron suggested
that he rest and that they would meet again the next
morning.

	When the sun arose and woke Phillippus from his sleep,
it took a moment to realise where he was. He had had many
dreams that night of Chiron and their lovemaking. He
relieved his bladder into a cistern pot and stepped out into
the warm morning. The townsfolk were all centaurs of various
sizes, shapes and colours. To his surprise, several of the
males were walking with their members out of their sheaths.
He had seen real horses do that, but he had thought that
centaurs would be more like humans in their modesty.

	As he turned the corner of a building, several smaller
centaurs with childlike human halves, colts he supposed, ran
past him nearly knocking him down. A young filly was chasing
after the colts and shouted past him "Children! Get back
here to your studies!"

	Her human half was one of the most beautful women he had
ever seen and captured his heart immediately. The filly half
was magnificent - sleek, brown fur, black tail and hooves...
the most beautiful horse he had ever seen and captured...
well, other parts of him.

	She looked at him and seemed startled. Flustered, she
apologised for the rude behaviour of the colts and ran to
catch them.

	The day was spent mostly wandering about the village. He
saw the centaur mare several times and each time she won his
heart again. As the evening approached, Chiron found him and
walked him to the council area. There stood the three eldest
centaurs of the village.

	"Chiron, you have asked us to help this human to find
his final destiny. Will you stand as his bond in this?"
asked the elder centaur.

	"Yes," Chiron replied.

	"Then bring the human forward." continued the old
centaur. Phillippus walked forward to Chiron's side and
followed as Chiron led him to the center of the clearing.
>From this place he could see the entire town turned out to
watch. There, near the front standing next to a massive
stallion centaur with jet-black fur, was the mare he was so
strongly attracted to.

	"Before you can join us, you must be paired to one of
our own. Is there anyone who will claim this human as a
mate?" asked the old centaur of the townsfolk. A rippling
murur swept through the gathered centaurs then silence fell.

	"Will no one claim him?" again asked the old centaur.

	Just then the mare stepped out, hesitant and unsure. She
slowly began to walk towards Phillippus when the black
stallion lept forward shouting "NO! You are mine!" He
grabbed at her flanks and tried to pull her down, dodging
the sharp hooves as she kicked at him.

	Phillippus reacted swiftly and without thought. He lept
onto the massive male centaur and by sheer power of his
determination, pulled the centaur to the ground. The mare
pulled away and quickly trotted to the side of the elders.

	"Stop them" she pleaded.

	"No, we cannot. They are males and they must determine
who will command whom." Chiron said quietly.

	The battle raged on. Phillippus would take a stunning
blow to the chest delivered by the hard, black hoof of the
enraged stallion. Then he would land a powerful blow to the
side of the centaur's head or to his barrelled chest. It was
hard to see how the human could survive this battle, let
alone win.

	It was then that something incredible happened. The
human, clearly winded and gasping for air, lept onto the
centaur's back. He managed to grasp the centaur's head in a
tight grip and slowly choked the thick neck. The centaur
desperately tried to dislodge the human, bucking and
stamping, even rolling over to crush the human under the
massive equine lower-half.  Nothing worked.

	Slowly, the heavy muscles that corded in the centaur's
neck began to match the heavy muscles in the arms of the
determined human. The centaur's steps became clumsy and he
began tripping. It only took a moment more and the stallion
collapsed to the ground unconscious.

	Phillippus walked to the mare and she to him. She
lowered her forequarters and embraced the human, giving him
a long, passionate kiss, then turned her rear to him and
raised her tail. The elder moved to Phillippus' side and
with a deft hand, stripped the human of all clothing and bid
him mount her. It was his right and she was offering herself
as a lifelong mate.

	The human slowly moved to the equine rear of the his
newly found wife and gently touched the large opening. He
started when a thick finger flicked out and rubbed the lips
of the opening, then darted back in. He waited for it
reappear and quickly slid a finger along the firm flesh, the
mare gasped.

	Bringing his mouth to her opening, he began licking the
rough skin of her lips and then in to the slippery, smooth
skin within. His male member was painfully hard and sending
urgent need through his loins. He lifted himself onto her
and resting on his palms, plunged his shaft deep into the
mare. She moaned as the human's penis began sliding in and
out of her and stroked against the swollen clitoris.

	The entire town was watching as the couple joined and it
was they who, at a sudden moment, watched as everything
seemed to slow to a standstill. Phillippus was deeply
embedded into the mare's vagina and suddenly fell forward.
His legs began to grow a heavy black fur. His penis
thickened and stretched as the foreskin slid back to form a
sheath. His scrotum swelled as did his testicles, hanging
down heavier than any human's could have.

	Phillippus' body stretched and suddenly two small
forelegs erupted from his abdomen. Within seconds, where
stood a muscular, handsome, human male, now stood an equally
handsome and muscular, black stallion centaur with most of
his now enormous penis firmly plunged into the now correctly
sized vagina of the excited centaur mare.

	He thrust hard and fast into his mate, gripping her with
his forelegs. His hands roamed over her soft human breasts
and belly as his mouth found and caressed her neck and ears.
Under him, his mate groaned and worked her firm clitoris
against the straining equine member. She clenched her vagina
around the stiff rod and thrust back against him in time to
his thrusting, luxuriating in the feelings her aroused body
sent through her.

	Suddenly, Phillippus cried out and gripping firmly,
plunged the entire length of his shaft into her. This final
stretching drove the mare over the top and sending her into
a shuddering orgasm. Phillippus climaxed a moment later as
her vagina clenched tight around him. He felt his groin
tighten and his tail lift as he shot stream after stream of
thick seed into her. He sagged onto her as he felt his shaft
shrink and pull back into his sheath. He slid off her,
pulling his shaft free to dangle limply under his belly.
Globs of semen dropped from the head and dripped to the
ground.

	His mate turned to face him. "My name is Kia," she said
quietly and stepped up to him. They embraced and kissed
deeply.

	"Mine is Phillippus," he said.

	"I know," she replied.

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