Centaur Friends
By Josh Dugan

Ed and I have always been friends since we were centaurettes. I smile when I 
think of that word because it always annoys him. Since we were young centaurs, 
pre-teen, just kids. Anyway, Ed hates the word so I use it. I get kind of a 
kick out of annoying Ed, because I like him.
We used to run for hours through the hills, and cool our hot bodies in the 
sparkling waters of the lake. We would try to dunk each other, not an easy 
thing to do, since a centaur is so bouyant. 
The best I could do as we splashed and laughed in the cool lake waters was to 
somehow get two legs over his horseback and weigh him down, and then once I 
had all four legs over him, dunk him. Used to be pretty uncomplicated and fun.
Then one day I noticed it got complicated and even more fun.
I guess I noticed the change that had blossomed within us gradually, when one 
summer it seemed different, crazy, and very nice! We had taken our usual run, 
and since we were fully grown it had been a fast and powerful fun, 
exhilarating and really exciting. We had both grown quite tall and 
broad-shouldered, and our stallion bodies were full-size, with glistening 
muscle spangling our human torsos and our handsome equine bodies. 
I couldn't help but notice Ed's fine hindquarters as he galloped ahead of me, 
his beautiful tail riding the wind as he ran, and his superb horse flanks 
gleamed in the dappled sunlight as we pummelled the ground through the 
tree-covered hills on the way to the lake. His waist sprouted appealingly from 
his  frontal horsebody -- I was caught by surprise and a little embarrassed to 
when he caught me obviously enjoying the masculine contours of his torso and 
shoulders. 
How different than when we were just a couple colts! 
"Lookin' good, there, man!" he smiled at me, sweat pouring from his beautiful 
chest and shoulders, and as I galloped along, staring saucer-eyed at him, I 
was so aroused by his compliment that I plain ran into a low-hanging branch 
with a good whomp to my chest, my heavy stallion's body whipping by ahead of 
me as I did an airborne 360-degree spin. My hooves clattered helplessly over 
the rocks and roots and I landed with an ignominious thump in a clump of 
blackberry bushes.
There was a flutter and screech of birds as the dust clouds swirled about me. 
As I lay there winded I heard the distant echo of his hooves as he slowed to 
turn around, and through my back and shoulders and horse flanks I could feel 
the ground pounding with his approaching hoofbeats.
"Whoa, boy!" he called out, "you all right?" 
I tried moving each of my four legs, just to test. "I think so, but I'm not 
sure," I said, surprised at the weakness in my voice. My chest was tingling 
from the impact of the tree branch, and my sweat stung in all the little cuts 
from the blackberry bush thorns. 
"Here, grab a hand," he said, and I gave him both hands. His grip was warm and 
strong, and his sweat-shined muscles danced beneath his beautiful tan as he 
pulled me up, my four legs clumsily scrambling for a grip on the 
still-spinning earth. 
"Hey, you better let me help you along for a while," he said, and he pulled 
our sweaty torsos together in a gentle hug. "Look at you!" He made a mock 
frown and reached back, dusting off my horseback and flanks and picking out 
the thorns. 
"I'm sure I'll be okay," I said in my stupor, appreciating his gentleness and 
about to fall over again from the aromatic male tang of his sweating body. He 
was industriously dusting me off with his large, gentle hands, pulling off 
twigs and thorns. 
"And look at these blackberries! You're half an Apaloosa with these mashed all 
over your butt. Mmmmm!" He had grabbed my horsebody and lay his sweating torso 
on my horseback, nibbling the the sweet mashed berries off my hindquarters. I 
felt my rear legs jump involuntarily, and my belly got a slap from the heavy, 
huge horse-hardon that I had prayed would behave itself. But noooo.
"Ed! Stop it" I said, half in earnest. It tickled. "You wanna get kicked? I 
mean it!"
"Mmmm-mmm" he teased. "Gotta clean you up!"
Suddenly I felt anger in spite of my arousal, and I would have kicked him save 
for the ecstatic paralysis that weakened my back legs. And now my frontal 
hardon was rudely starting to telescope, the last thing I wanted if I was 
going to run away from Ed. And run away I did, or at least tried to. 
My back legs and my front legs couldn't or wouldn't find their normal 
partnership of rhythm, and as Ed's howls of  laughter rang in my reddening 
ears, I tried to make my aroused body run. More hard slaps on the belly from 
my wildly swinging back hardon, and my frontal hardon swung around and around 
like a flapper spinning her necklace. which only made it harder and more rigid 
as it grew huge. 
My poor balls, front and rear, ached to come. I gamely drove my legs onward, 
clumsily and stupidly, my shoulders and back sweating with the effort, my 
anger cresting, when suddenly I happened look behind me. There was Ed, his 
long arms holding his splendid sweating sides, still laughing and doubling 
over, and trying to run after me as his huge hardons swung and slapped. 
I had to laugh, in spite of myself. "You useless little centaurette!" I 
taunted. "You handsome horse's behind!" he shouted back, and there went my 
hardons to full-on. Oddly, I could now run, and again, run I did. Straight for 
the lake. I would show Ed.
As I captured my full gallop, the breeze refreshed my sweat-sore body and I 
felt really aroused, especially hearing Ed's galloping hoofbeats catching up 
from behind. He pulled alongside me and smiled, and our heavy male horse 
bodies seemed lighter than air, our hooves barely seemed to touch the ground, 
and our enormous frontal and rear hardons seemed to slice the wind. Was he 
beautiful!
We seemed to fly together in slow motion, cooled by the wind, our hair 
streaming in the wind as our sweat dried, our muscular torsos glowing in the 
sweet peach rays of the early evening sun. A large, friendly hand found mine, 
and together we pummelled the earth without seeming to touch it.
It wasn't wind that brought me out of my reverie, but the exploding splash  as 
we hit lake's edge at full gallop, with loud and painful belly flops klopping 
our hardons amid a huge explosion of the splash as our horse tonnage hit the 
glassy calm of the lake.
We must have wrestled and played for an hour in the water. Then Eddie imitated 
classic sword thrusts at me, using his massive frontal hardon, arrogantly 
hands-free. I in turn parried and thrust in like fashion. After a few erotic 
and then painful sword-crossings, we entrusted each other's hands to gently 
keep the ever-present erections from harm's way.
 As the pink sky deepened to a clear azure and a breeze came up, we let our 
stallion bodies gently drift into deeper water, sometimes only touching rear 
hooves to the lake bottom, finally simply floating together, brushing the wet 
hair out of each others' eyes.
I felt the cool water starting to steam from my torso, shoulders, neck and 
lips as my arousal returned anew, but an evil thought from childhood crossed 
my mind and I took my opportunity!
Two legs over my aroused Eddie, catching him rudely by surprise, and I was 
suddenly upon him, all fours straddling his magnificent stallion back, and my 
hands found his sweet muscular shoulders, pushing them down for a slam-dunk! 
There was a wonderful echo of water froth and his strangled scream of outrage 
and pleasure. His hooves found their grip on the lake bottom and as his arms 
reached back for mine, he moved and snaked those beautiful equine hindquarters 
of his, and before I could gasp I was in him!
"Ah, hah! Gotcha!" he laughed, pressing my frontal hardon against the deep 
curve of his human spine as my frontal balls scraped against the grain of his 
glossy horseback hair. "Eddie, stop!" I cried, not wanting him to stop. I was 
in heaven, tasting the salt of his powerful neck and back, my arms wrapped 
around his muscular torso almost in spite of themselves, and my huge stallion 
body truly not touching the ground as it rode heavily on his beautiful 
horseback. My huge hot iron of a hardon blinded me with pleasure as his 
thrusts and four-legged dancing pounded me deep within his welcoming maleness! 
I nearly passed out with his sweetness and the total contact of his huge, sexy 
Centaur body against mine!
All I remember is my throbbing lips finding his as he turned to kiss me, and 
we became one big clumsy sexy horse as I exploded in him and as the lake 
waters spat with the smack of his Centaur-come hitting the surface. My frontal 
balls warmed to the crawley itch of hot come as my frontal hardon burned its 
ejaculations into his beautiful muscular back. We fell over into the shallow, 
warm water, still pulsing from our huge penises, come flecks everywhere in the 
water and getting into our chest hair, eyebrows and hair as we rolled 
drunkenly together.
We lay heavily together at water's edge, and as Eddie started to drift asleep 
I roused him once more by sucking down his frontal hardon. 
"I love you, Eddie," I said as our bodies found comfortable positions against 
each other in the warm shallows, our torsos resting together in the dry, warm 
sand. "I love you to," he smiled dreamily. "I only wish I had four hind legs 
and a second back hardon for you to suck down after you finished with my front 
legs' hardon. I would swoon with pleasure if I could do that for you." The 
thought turned me on as I gazed into his handsome, dreamy face. I laughed, 
enjoying my muscles against his as we hugged sleepily. "I'd like that," I 
said, feeling newly aroused. "Stranger things have happened!"

Every time I thought of what Eddie had said, I got the most major hardons! It 
was so sweet of him to want to change himself for me, so that I would enjoy 
him more and so that he could enjoy loving me more, as well. He knew how his 
attractive equine hindquarters turned me on, and the thought of him wishing 
that he could double that attraction arrested my thoughts.
As his beautiful Centaur body slumbered in my arms, I lay sleepless, astounded 
with his beauty and his closeness. I held his slumbering torso in my arms, my 
horse body astride his as we lay together beneath the stars, our horse bodies 
warm in the shallows of the moon-sparkled lake.
He was already the most beautiful and sexually attractive Centaur I had ever 
seen, and an extra set of his handsome hindquarters would drive him off the 
scale.
I pictured him with four hind legs, his stallion's body lengthened and 
enhanced by the magnificent musculature of an extra set of horse-hips. They 
would gleam and ripple as he walked, they would accentuate his erotic beauty 
with the unmistakable presence of two giant horse hardons, swaying with his 
six-legged gait. I got doubly hard thinking of all that magnificent male 
Centaur machinery encumbering my beautiful Eddie, especially since he wanted 
it all for me!
I felt his long, warm muscles move as I lay against him. 
"You're hard, aren't you?" he said. "I can feel your hardons." I hugged him 
anew. "Sorry, didnt mean to wake you up," I said.
"No problem," he said. "I was having a beautiful dream about us. I had changed 
for you and we were making love."
"Six legs?" I asked. 
"Yeah -- it was so hot! We had wished upon a star, and I gave you myself with 
the extra back legs and the extra back hardon. It felt so sexy, and so real!"
"Wow, I've been thinking the same thing all night," I told him. "I can't get 
the thought out of my head."
"Well, if I could, I would," he smiled, and turned to kiss me. A shooting star 
streaked across the night sky. "Shall we wish?" he said. We kissed, a 
wonderful, lengthy kiss worthy of such a wish.
The warms waters moved, caressing our stallion's bodies. "Ohhh, I'm so turned 
on!" Eddie said. "I have to make love to you!"
"You total stud," I laughed. "Let me help you up."
And there, in the gleaming moonlight, glistening from the warm lake as he 
stood up on them, were Eddie's four hind legs.
"Oh, man, it came true! No wonder I'm so horny," he said. "I feel like I 
haven't come in years."
"Wow, look at you!" I said. "Thanks, Eddie! You're a dream come true! I think 
I'd like to breed you."
"Go right ahead, love; I've got so much spunk backed up in me I can't see 
straight," he said. "Please, let me make love to you!"
And sure enough, you'd have thought he'd never come before. Both his frontal 
and his two rear hardons were massively engorged, swaying slowly in the 
moonlight with his steps. Steam wafted in the cool air from our hot, drying 
horsebodies.
I kissed his beautiful lips tenderly, and he seemed to melt to my touch.
We made love for hours under the gentle moonlight. While I lay on all fours 
and sucked his enormous frontal hardon, using both hands to stroke its 
magnificent shaft, he tenderly mounted his four back legs over my equine 
hindquarters and probed me with his back shafts, first the one, then the 
other. 
I hungrily drank down his molten, endless spurts of hot come as his frontal 
hardon erupted while his sweet hands caressed my hair.
Then, still inside my hindquarters with one of his huge rear hardons, he 
pulled our muscular torsos together and held me, licking the excess come from 
my lips, face and neck. We kissed deeply, our tongues slick and briney with 
his come.
That got us aroused all over again, and Eddie had me stand up on all fours. It 
wasn't easy staying on all fours, however; as he mounted me, his thrusts made 
me stumble. I braced myself, loving his powerful, confident penetration. We 
were both soaked with sweat, sweat that foamed and matted our coats where our 
horse-bodies mated. I felt my horse's ass burn with the injection of his hot 
jolts of Centaur-come, and my own hardons raged anew at the sound of his 
virile cries of joy and relief.
He stumbled as he dismounted from me, his magnificent body contours catching 
and reflecting the moonlight on his sweat. He was beautiful as no Centaur ever 
was, heavy in the back with the wonderful extra hindquarters, almost looking 
as if he was mounting himself.
We simply could not get enough of each other. In our animal passion, we sucked 
each other's huge horse hardons simultaneously -- I had to reach beyond the 
huge, pulsing penis which had just spent itself in me to his second, urgently 
aching hardon. I thanked my lucky starts for my lithe, powerful muscles as my 
arms gripped the beautiful hind legs and my lips and throat took his enormous 
animal into me. I felt his arms likewise around my back legs as he took my 
huge horse hardon in his wonderful mouth. We were like two foals nursing, only 
fully grown and nursing each other.
Our arms gripped each other's handsome stallion hindquarters and our legs 
spasmed and stumbled as our bodies mated, our cries strangled by the huge 
pulsing orgasms in our throats. I felt welded to Eddie in that moment, my own 
body in him and his in mine. The enormous pulses of come slackened at length, 
and we clumsily untied ourselves from one another, breathing heavily and 
reeking of come. Eddie's beautiful eyes caught mine, expressing love and 
gratitude in the midst of wordless exhaustion. He thankfully sank down on all 
sixes and sucked off my poor frontal hardon, unattended all this time. I 
blindly exploded in him, awestruck by his sexual magnetism, and as I took in 
the vision of his magnificent male Centaur form and his extra hind legs, my 
back hardon became aroused to new fury, and I mounted him once again.
This time I came like I never came before, and when I had come, I was totally 
spent and in a state of bliss.
"Thanks," Eddie said, holding my arms about his shoulders as I sleepily rested 
my torso against his broad back, cradling my cheek on his broad shoulder 
muscles. I don't remember if I said you're welcome, because I fell into a 
peaceful sleep as my Centaur body rested comfortably on his.
I do remember that as I drifted off I could feel his body move beneath me as 
its six legs rose up to their full height, and the gentle jog of his 
six-legged gait sent me off to sleep as he gently carried me home in the 
moonlight.