09-15-2014, 08:37 AM
((Looking for a very horny centaur stallion, to rape and breed my poor farm boy!))
Jaxon couldn't wait to get started helping out his uncle around the farm---it would be his first real summer job, the only one he'd had that wouldn't involve delivering pizzas. Sure, he might end up cleaning barns and baling hay, but it was honest work, and he got to be out in the warm sun and fresh air. Plus the early apples were ripening sweetly, and Uncle Harry had said he could have as many as he wanted. In fact, he said once Jax got his work done for the day he could pretty much do whatever he wanted, with one exception----under NO circumstances was he to enter the old barn at the edge of the property.
"It's dangerous in there," his uncle had explained around mouthfuls of porkchop, "there's lots of rusty old farm tools, and I'm almost sure I saw a black widow's web last time I had to get something in there. Stay out, kiddo!"
Naturally, the barn and its contents were on Jax's mind all day as he worked mindlessly, going through the motions. A little peek couldn't hurt, right? He could even just stick his camera inside and snap a picture; no harm done! Thus resolved, he hauled the last of the bales into the barn, fed the cows and chickens and slopped the pigs---and then put away his tools and headed to the old barn. At the door he paused, frowning---inside he could distinctly hear what sounded like horses, snorting and the clopping of hooves on concrete. The noise increased in volume as he lifted the heavy wooden crossbar that held the door latched closed.
"Eeeeasy, fella," Jax soothed as he set the board on the ground not wanting to upset the hidden horse further. Why was his uncle keeping this horse out here by himself? Did he have a disease of some kind? He pushed the door open cautiously---reaching down to haphazardly prop it open with the latch board---and stepped inside. The barn smelled like any stable; sweetly-musty with grain and tinged with manure. As Jax's eyes adjusted he nearly jumped out of his skin--staring back at him from the stall was an extremely-tall, shirtless man! Why was Uncle Harry keeping a human being locked up?!
"Hey, are you okay in there? Oh god, here, let me get you out of that stall---"
As he approached the stall though, Jax slowed--something was odd. The hoof-noises were definitely coming from the same stall the man was standing in, but there was no evidence of a horse inside with him. Which meant...? No, it couldn't be.....
But it was! Glancing over the half-door revealed that the 'man' 's waist ended right about the horse's withers, and beyond that was a sleek chestnut body with for white socks and a long tail. He was a centaur!
Jaxon couldn't wait to get started helping out his uncle around the farm---it would be his first real summer job, the only one he'd had that wouldn't involve delivering pizzas. Sure, he might end up cleaning barns and baling hay, but it was honest work, and he got to be out in the warm sun and fresh air. Plus the early apples were ripening sweetly, and Uncle Harry had said he could have as many as he wanted. In fact, he said once Jax got his work done for the day he could pretty much do whatever he wanted, with one exception----under NO circumstances was he to enter the old barn at the edge of the property.
"It's dangerous in there," his uncle had explained around mouthfuls of porkchop, "there's lots of rusty old farm tools, and I'm almost sure I saw a black widow's web last time I had to get something in there. Stay out, kiddo!"
Naturally, the barn and its contents were on Jax's mind all day as he worked mindlessly, going through the motions. A little peek couldn't hurt, right? He could even just stick his camera inside and snap a picture; no harm done! Thus resolved, he hauled the last of the bales into the barn, fed the cows and chickens and slopped the pigs---and then put away his tools and headed to the old barn. At the door he paused, frowning---inside he could distinctly hear what sounded like horses, snorting and the clopping of hooves on concrete. The noise increased in volume as he lifted the heavy wooden crossbar that held the door latched closed.
"Eeeeasy, fella," Jax soothed as he set the board on the ground not wanting to upset the hidden horse further. Why was his uncle keeping this horse out here by himself? Did he have a disease of some kind? He pushed the door open cautiously---reaching down to haphazardly prop it open with the latch board---and stepped inside. The barn smelled like any stable; sweetly-musty with grain and tinged with manure. As Jax's eyes adjusted he nearly jumped out of his skin--staring back at him from the stall was an extremely-tall, shirtless man! Why was Uncle Harry keeping a human being locked up?!
"Hey, are you okay in there? Oh god, here, let me get you out of that stall---"
As he approached the stall though, Jax slowed--something was odd. The hoof-noises were definitely coming from the same stall the man was standing in, but there was no evidence of a horse inside with him. Which meant...? No, it couldn't be.....
But it was! Glancing over the half-door revealed that the 'man' 's waist ended right about the horse's withers, and beyond that was a sleek chestnut body with for white socks and a long tail. He was a centaur!