Mare's Tales - Chapter 25 – by: Beverly Taff
Jane had chartered Captain Pedersen's little ship again and our group
prepared to meet the ship by prearrangement. Our little convoy of
wagons crouched together on the old stone quay as the last flurries of
winter snow swept down from the surrounding hills. The little harbour
offered excellent protection from the thundering seas as they crashed
against the dull black headlands but there was no escape from the
bitter moaning wind.
On the exposed stone jetty, Jane and I crouched disconsolately behind
the meagre shelter of the vans as the spray and snowflakes searched and
burrowed through our thick winter clothing. The centaurs looked
sympathetically through the windows of the vans as we shivered in the
cruel cold.
Eventually we spied the ship as it plunged and reared through the wild
winter seas. Like a tormented ghost it drifted into and out of sight as
the snow flurries swept across the harbour and Arctic Ocean swells
climbed like rolling hills to hide it. We watched frozen to the marrow
until the plucky little ship eventually beat a path into the harbour
and it's frightening gyrations eased as she made the welcoming shelter.
The wind however, still made manoeuvring difficult and the ship struck
the quay quite hard as she finally made her docking. Captain Pedersen
let out a loud curse as the ship shook under the impact whilst Jane and
I hurriedly seized the mooring ropes.
"Damnation to this bluidy veather. I stay here until the storm is
passed."
I looked up apologetically. It was our charter that had dragged him and
his ship into these inhospitable waters during the worst time of the
year. Despite the high charter fees, I could understand his anguish.
Once the ship was secure alongside he stepped ashore and approached us.
"Hello again ladies. Vhy you drag me here again at such a dirty time of
year. It is still Vinter. I should be down south now around Germany and
Holland."
The idea of Holland or Germany being considered 'warm' in winter
brought a smile to my lips. It spoke volumes for the brutality of the
cold arctic seas. We made our apologies and invited Captain Pedersen
into the lorry where he met our friends for the first time.
His reaction at first seeing the centaurs spoke volumes for his
capacity to deal with surprises. He stared at them for several silent
seconds as his brow furrowed and his jaw set firm in his hand.
"Well?" I asked nervously.
"Hhrrmph," he snorted, "Vell indeed you can say! Are de'es creatures
horses orrr-orr people?" He demanded looking straight at Jane and I.
"PEOPLE!" chorused my four friends.
Captain Pedersen spun round at the sound of their female voices and he
looked uncertainly at them. They had each put on a long trench coat cum
horse-blanket to protect them from the cold and any gratuitous stares.
Captain Pedersen could not see their revealing unitards underneath.
Only their hooves, hands and heads were visible.
As he studied their beautiful faces and crowning heads of hair he let
out a thunderous oath followed by a roar of laughter. Eventually he
recovered his composure as a thoughtful expression crossed his face.
"Ha! So dees are my special cargo. My er- passengers den."
"Exactly captain," I agreed crisply.
"Ahh for Satan!" he cursed. "Vat der hell! I take dem to your country
und de autorritees can sort it out when dey land."
"But there are no immigration formalities now," I argued. "We are still
in Europe; even up here. There's no need for the authorities to know,"
I protested
"Yah!" he agreed, "But do you t'ink dis vill remain a secret if my crew
find out?"
I was forced to admit that the tough old captain had a valid point.
Here Jane interrupted. She was used to dealing with all the
immigration procedures and had long experience with the problems
likely to be encountered in different ports.
"We can simply declare them as passengers and let the authorities try
to sort it out."
"Ya. So you say," countered the captain. "But how vill dey be hidden
vhen we arrive and try to land dem?"
"Why that's easy. They each have a private compartment in their camper
vans where they can rest."
"Vell ve shall see," shrugged the captain. "So long as dey get offf
my ship widout beeing found out, den my problems are over."
"Good. That's agreed then. Now is there anyway the crew can report them
if they find out while we're at sea?" continued Jane.
"Only if dey have mobile phones and I don't t'ink dey haff."
"Well that's a risk we'll have to take."
"Ya. As you say. It's a risk. But you offer a damned goot price and de
crew get a bluidy goot bonus. I'll take it. After all, vat law is being
broke ya?"
With these final words the captain roared with laughter and we set
about loading the convoy of trucks. Despite the ice, wind and swaying
ramp, the ship was loaded and the trucks were swiftly driven aboard and
secured on the hatch tops. Within hours everything was securely
battened down in anticipation of the voyage home.
Captain Pedersen advised us to sail straight for Britain instead of
going via Norway or Denmark and arrange to arrive quietly at night in a
sleepy little coastal port. We decided this was a safer option for at
least the centaurs had passports and 'right of abode'. The ship was
prepared for a longer voyage from the Arctic and then south into the
North Sea. The first step however was to await the end of the storm.
The ship slid away from the quay and anchored in the middle of the
harbour to await the calmer weather. If she had stayed tied up to the
quay she would have grounded as the tide ebbed. Finally after twelve
hours waiting the ship poked its nose out from between the headlands
and slowly ploughed south. We were 'going home'.
It is almost impossible to keep a person cooped up in a small rolling
swaying camper van for days without forcibly detaining them. Naturally
it's even more difficult to keep centaurs thus cooped up. It was
inevitable that they would want to move around and stretch their legs.
This caused the incident that led to their discovery.
The Northern Seas are never quiet for long in winter and it was only a
matter of three days before the next gale swept in from the frozen
bitter wastes of the North Atlantic. The little ship started to pitch
and heave as the mounting seas tossed and plunged her in their titanic
grasp. Huge cold grey waves thundered onto the decks and sent huge
showers of spray and ice over the hatch-lids and camper vans.
As the ice accrued over the ship's metalwork the camper vans eventually
became cocooned in a spectacular filigree of wind-driven crystals.
Every few hours we had to accompany the crew to chip the ice off the
camper vans and then check on the condition of our friends. Our anxiety
eventually translated its-self to the crew and they realised that there
were some sort of animals in the camper vans. They became curious about
them and we tried to put them off by telling them that they were
horses. For another few days this satisfied their curiosity.
Unfortunately an incident occurred that betrayed us.
As another arctic dawn broke cold and dull, the mate noticed that one
of the securing chains on a camper van was coming loose. The gale was
still pounding the little ship and the ice was still occasionally
building up. He called the captain to the bridge and they decided to
re-secure the van. The mate and some seaman carefully struggled out on
deck and picked their way over the hatch lids to the vans. There they
set to tightening up the chains. The mate and his crew were lying on
their backs under the van attending to its chains. The van started to
slide on the ice until it came up against the slack chain with a jerk.
The sudden motion caused Vee to squeal with surprise and the crew
realised that there were people in the vans. They immediately thought
of illegal immigrants.
The mate came running back to the captain to inform him of the
discovery and captain Pedersen immediately called Jane and me to the
bridge.
"I tink you owe my crew de true explanation. Ya?"
Jane and I exchanged looks and realised the game was up. We ruefully
accompanied the mate to the vans and unlocked the doors. Once inside he
let out an oath of shock and staggered back out of the van. Out on the
deck he told his crew what was in the vans and they stared at him in
disbelief. Then there was a mad scramble to see the incredible
creatures for themselves.
It shouts volumes for the tolerance and phlegm of seamen that there
wasn't a riot. Once they were introduced to our friends and became
familiar with their human characteristics they started to treat them
like normal human beings. I took the crew aside to explain at length
how their conditions had come about and they stoically accepted my
story.
For the rest of the voyage they couldn't do enough for my friends and
the ordeal of the centaurs was over. They had the run of the ship and
access to the main accommodation. They still had to sleep in the camper
vans however, for ships bunks are totally unsuitable for centaurs.
The final hurdle was cleared when we agreed with the crew that for a
certain sum they would not divulge our secret for at least a week
after arriving in our home country. We even took video pictures of
our activities on board to lend credence to their story, which they
had determined to sell to the newspapers. The crew recognised a
bargain when they saw it and realised the news story was worth more
than any possible reward they might (and it was a very big might,)
get from the authorities. Seamen had little time for authority anyway.
There lives were one long round of confrontation and persecution by
officious immigration authorities, customs and health officials.
Several days later, in the cold dark small hours, a weather beaten
coaster docked in driving rain at an isolated little Scottish port and
secured to the quay to await the arrival of the authorities. Like
officials everywhere, they tended to keep 'official hours. They would
arrive in the morning and the ship lay alongside through the wet windy
night as though patiently waiting for their arrival.
In the dead of the night however the four centaurs quietly slipped
ashore and clambered into a nondescript van that had been casually
parked in a discreet car park by prearrangement earlier that evening.
We smiled as we considered that any witnesses would have been accused
of drunken hallucinations.
In the morning there were only the humans listed on the passenger
manifesto. Our friends had escaped ashore without detection. The crew
stuck to their word and did not disclose the centaur's existence for
several days. By then we were safely ensconced in a secret location to
await our going public.
This public declaration was to be presented at our old Alma Mater as a
lecture about, 'Recent Developments in Organ Donation and Computer
Techniques in Genetic Engineering'. We deemed this to be a suitably
wide title and awaited events. It was not long in coming. Jenny was
still a reader at the university and her lectures were always awaited
with eager anticipation. We timed the lecture to coincide with the
publicity of the ship's crew.
It was cruel trick to play on an unsuspecting congregation of
academics. We discreetly parked our vehicles at the rear of the large
lecture hall and entered secretly via the rear entrance. Jenny mounted
the stage and put her head around the curtains. She caught the
Professor of Mathematics' eye and smiled. He smiled back and settled
into his chair by the lectern. What followed became legend in the
annals of the university. Jenny was wearing a velvet navy 'trench-coat
cum blanket' that exactly matched the navy velvet of the curtains. As
she stepped from behind the curtains it was several seconds before the
audience realised that her body extended backwards.
The maths professor realised first and he let out a strangled gasp as
he fell backwards off his chair. His reaction was the signal for
pandemonium to break loose as the various academics struggled to get a
better look. The subject of her lecture had attracted the whole ambit
of the sciences, Medicine, Vetinary science, Genetics, Zoology and
Mathematics and her revelation caused absolute chaos.
As the uproar threatened to overwhelm the meeting the maths professor
had regained his composure and tried to commandeer the microphone.
Jenny however, had a firm grip on it and her sheer equine bulk
prevented him. She then spoke slowly and demanded order. Slowly the
shambles sorted itself out. For all their shock, the audience were
after all, level-headed academic scientists. They realised that they
would gain nothing if the prime subject could not be heard or
understood. Eventually, they had all settled into their chairs and
Jenny commenced her lecture.
The professor had now seen the rest of us waiting patiently behind the
curtain in the wings. I had to admire his presence of mind as Jenny
presented her lecture. Eventually, after nearly two hours she finished
with these words.
"You can all see that our researches have been solidly proven. My own
condition can be no better proof of that. I must however, present the
rest of the team who are all equally responsible for the success of our
work. Each of us has contributed a necessary discipline and you may
rest assured that we have already patented many developments that are
clearly commercially viable.
All academic and scientific information is here in note form and on
computer discs for open perusal by the scientific field. I must now
present my friends.
First, Miss Beverly Hart, M.D." There was a silence as I walked
nervously into view and Jenny continued. "Miss Hart has been the
inspiration and director of our researches. Without her initial
determination, I wouldn't be standing here before you today. Those of
you who know me will remember the desperate condition I suffered as
limbless torso throughout my years here as a student."
She turned to the professor who nodded before nervously starting the
applause. Slowly the whole hall erupted into applause as the
congregation recognised the research and science that had been
involved. The legal and moral questions were forced to take a back
seat for science had made another quantum jump to leave the
philosophers and lawyers struggling in its wake.
As the hubbub subsided, Jenny introduced each of our friends with a
brief breakdown of their individual contribution.
Finally as the six of us stood before them the hall erupted into a
deafening series of cheers and shouts. Slowly the roar subsided, we
stepped down off the stage and ventured amongst the audience.
Fortunately, the centaur's equine bulk again saved them from the crush
as everybody pressed forward to congratulate or question them on their
work. Again, the math professor finally brought order to the scene as
he organised a question and answer session.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent in this fashion
with everybody foregoing lunch as each question stimulated yet more
questions. Suddenly a commotion erupted at the back of the hall. The
press had finally received the disclosures by the crew of Captain
Pedersen's ship. Someone from the audience had contacted the press at
the same time and the whole ballgame was starting to roll.
The hall erupted into a thunderstorm of flashes and roaring as
reporters frantically tried to get to the centaurs. The academics
jealously guarded their privileged positions and some physically
prevented the reporters from advancing down the hall. The situation was
beginning to get awkward and the Professor caught Jenny's eye. She took
the microphone and tried to establish some order but it was useless.
The press were determined not to be denied their scoop and the
academics were equally determined that their meeting was not going to
be turned into a circus. Eventually Jenny and I managed to make us
heard.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, PLEASE! It's getting like a fair in here. Will
everybody please return to his or her seats and will the press come to
the front of the auditorium. Nobody will achieve anything like this."
After several minutes of Jostling and shoving the press finally settled
with their cameras in the pit of the lecture hall.
We six friends had a quick conference and decided that the centaurs
should remove their outer trench coats. A rustle of anticipation swept
through the hall as I announced this. I then turned to my friends again
and whispered.
"Look, I think it's best if only the girls take off their coats. If
Jenny exposes her stallion's cock under her unitard there might be all
sorts of questions."
They concurred with this. If questions about Jenny arose then there
might be all sorts of implications going way back to Miss Lane's
academy. We wanted to avoid this. Jacky then pointed out that she had
once been a 'boy' and the same questions might arise with her
background. The upshot was that only Veronica and Cynthia took their
coats off to stand in their unitards for the entire world to see.
There was an explosion of light as the cameras frantically gathered the
evidence and the cheering broke out again.
Finally, after Vee and Cye had done a catwalk number for the press, I
took the Microphone again and motioned for calm again with my arms.
"Right Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm quite sure that's enough for one day.
It's obvious that nothing more can be achieved here."
I turned to the maths professor who had given up completely on the
lecture. He sat mopping his brown and shaking his head. Never in his
long academic career had anything like this happened. It was obvious
that we would get little more out of him so I grasped the nettle one
more time and spoke into the mike.
"I think more would be achieved if we organised a series of smaller
meetings with specialist academics and any colleagues they wish to
bring along. I will be in touch with department heads at a later date.
A press conference will also be arranged at a later date. That is all
gentlemen and ladies."
There was another crescendo of noise from the press but I was too tired
to care. By this time my friends had already slipped backstage and made
their escape in the vans. Their escape had occurred so quickly that the
press was taken by surprise. They had vanished before any reporters had
realised and were well on the road to our old home before anybody else
had left the hall. I was left as the 'fall guy' to arrange meetings and
press conferences with them and they grudgingly returned to the hall as
they realised my friends were nowhere to be found.
After an exhausting afternoon and evening I was finally allowed to
escape but I knew full well that they would be watching me so I simply
stayed at a hotel for that evening. My stay was not a peaceful one of
course because every newspaper tried various ploys to try and buy the
exclusive rights. It was several days before I managed to escape
undetected.
My father had been caring for our old home at the hall and it was soon
made habitable again when my friends the centaurs reached there. By the
time I managed to return they had the place resembling its old self.
As I stopped in the driveway to study the house a soft tear of joy
trickled down my cheek. It was good to be home. I approached the hall
as Jenny and Jacky heard my engine. They let out a shout and trotted
onto the forecourt to greet me. It was a very happy band that gathered
together that evening.
We knew it wouldn't be long before the press finally realised where we
were but nevertheless, that night we organised a reunion party.
Two days later I stood on the steps to welcome my father and stepmother
as they allowed my children to pour out of the people carrier.
"I didn't use the helicopter it would have been too conspicuous," he
observed.
I was forced to agree with him as we turned to watch another car coming
down the drive. It was Margaret who had also arrived with her two
children.
It was a memorable day as the children scampered around riding the
centaurs in the grounds. Once the children were put to bed the
serious business of our futures was discussed.
A day or two later the various academics arrived with their selected
staff. They were discussing our work in depth and Jacky, Jenny and Cye
spent many hours describing the scientific work. Veronica and I were
more concerned with the Professor of Law and his opinions. After some
deep and earnest discussions he simply shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm afraid the burden of proof rests with the authorities as the law
stands at present. They would have to prove that you conducted
experiments on human embryos. They would have to prove that your
experiments were cruel and they would have to prove that your friends
were operated on unwillingly.
The strangest item is the fact that the original horses are technically
still alive and enjoying an enhanced existence by experiencing their
lives through shared human senses and sensibility. I haven't got a clue
how a judge could deal with that one. He'd have his work cut out, I can
assure you!
Because you are so advanced in these fields there is no one who could
prove you wrong. It's an impossible case for the authorities. All I can
ask is that you swear on oath that you did none of the above things."
Veronica and I were able to answer with a resounding NO! And we had all
the evidence in the world to prove it. Hundreds of millions of millions
of 'bits' of evidence on computer plus the testimony of the centaurs
themselves. If the authorities wanted to be malicious and act against
us, they would take decades dealing with the evidence and still fail to
twist it around to their favour.
The professor continued.
"They would be reduced to common law and fundamental arguments and
there are some strange historical cases thrown up in that field. I
remember a famous case used in the eighteenth century where the judge
declared that if a being was capable of reproducing a sentient human
child then that being must be deemed human. This was thrown up in some
old early anti-slavery debates about Negroes being deemed human, but
it's the sort of strange fact that could be used in legal argument
today on the basis of legal precedent.
What's the situation with your friends on reproduction Beverly?"
The professor asked this question unwittingly as the rest of the
academics and my friends were re-entering for dinner. A hush descended
as my friends giggled self-consciously and blushed. I looked
questioningly at my friends and they all nodded their assent so I took
the plunge.
"Are you ready for this Professor?"
He nodded his head philosophically.
"After what I've seen and heard here, I'm ready for just about
anything.
"Well the answer to your essential question is yes; they can have
children, but, additionally, they can have foals also."
As this thunderbolt crashed down the crowd stood silent as I continued.
"Except Jenny of course, but I will explain why later. I think now it's
about time we let our medical friends and their veterinary colleagues
examine my friends. All has not been revealed by any means. I will
however hold all of them to their Hippocratic oath and demand that the
rest of you sign a written agreement not to divulge any personal
medical secrets about my friends.
Do you all agree to this precondition?"
All the academics were itching to see what lay under the unitards and
coats and they willingly agreed to our preconditions. The medics and
vets were itching to get their hands on my friends and we knew we had
to come clean with them to gain any sort of support. Nervously, my
friends started to strip off their coats. A desperate hush descended as
they self-consciously slipped into the cubicles and removed their
unitards. I carefully studied the meeting for any sign of licentious
curiosity but every face showed a genuine and dispassionate scientific
interest as they entered the cubicles to privately examine my friends.
Despite their attempts to maintain a proper professional interest it
was hard for them not to show surprise and shock when confronted with
the full anatomical arrangements of the centaurs.
There was much scratching of heads and pondering as the vets and medics
self-consciously examined the various arrangements under the
concentrated gaze of their closest colleagues.
We answered their questions, as fully as we could and after nearly
thirty minutes my friends complained that they were getting cold. As
they redressed the academics returned to the library and were joined by
us later. A reader in medical jurisprudence was elected to speak for
them.
"It seems that within the narrow bounds of medical and veterinary
law, you have not transgressed any serious legal boundaries. It would
appear that you are within the law. There may be a legal case to answer
but we are not entitled to decide exactly how or what. I must add that
my veterinary colleagues are fascinated by the fact that each horse has
access to full human faculties. The advances in medical technology are
quite outstanding."
My friends and I slumped into the large sofas with relief. We had been
fairly certain about our legality but it was good to have some of the
best legal and scientific brains generally agree with us. The business
of the meeting was essentially over and the rest of the evening was
spent socialising. Our home was a largish hall with some twenty or so
bedrooms and most of the academics had elected to spend the weekend
before returning to their colleges. Others were staying at the inn down
in the village.
As the party started the medical and veterinary professors tried to
monopolise Cynthia and myself all evening as they chatted about
the horse-human relationship.
"So you mean that the horses are still quite definitely 'alive' in
there and able to communicate with their human, -(he paused searching
for words)- p- partners?"
"Well it's more than that really," replied Cye. "The cortex connections
are so complete that the two separated brains are almost one. We
actually have access to each other's senses so I can smell what the
mare smells whilst she shares my colour binocular vision. We even
'talk' to each other though it's really a sharing of thoughts with
commensurate speed and efficiency. Our equine partners are almost human
now and I say that without falling into the trap of anthropomorphism.
"B-but that's absolutely incredible. You're light years ahead of
anything we've been doing."
Thus our conversations revolved around these topics until the law
professor admonished his colleagues and separated us. Most of the
people at the party were discussing the various opportunities afforded
by our work. We had no fears for this because Veronica had already sown
up our researches and developments in watertight legal patents. During
the party she had by far the most enjoyable time discussing the legal
and moral aspects of our case. With all the years she had had to
prepare her arguments and the painstaking care she had taken in
deciding what legal routes our researches were to follow to avoid such
complications she knew she was on pretty safe ground.
Her legal colleagues chuckled ruefully as they declared that any judge
or jury would have hell's own job making legal sense out of it all.
Eventually the party took on a lighter mood as the evening progressed
and my friends received some amazing propositions, as inhibitions were
lost. They had no trouble handling the strange offers but some of the
more persistent offenders received short thrift when unwanted hands
were felt in unaccustomed places.
Several toes and shins were the worse for wear that evening as hooves
were discreetly lashed out in surreptitious defence. I noticed several
sudden and surprised expressions of agony from across the room as one
of my friends made a simpering smile before asserting her right to
remain unmolested.
I had to suppress several chuckles as I watched several injured party's
hobble painfully from the room with his or her activities for the night
being severely curtailed. By late evening only those genuine souls who
had a real scientific interest in our work were left and we had some
enjoyable moments together as we discussed possible avenues for further
research.
Whatever the legal outcome, our old Alma Mater had much to gain from
our work and the senior academics were eagerly anticipating our co-
operation. They reluctantly bid us good night as they finally made for
their rooms. The library was ours again and we fell into discussing the
various assaults on our dignity that had taken place.
"Did you see that cheeky young law lecturer?" squeaked Vee. "He
actually groped my pony pussy. I was so surprised that I didn't even
react."
"No but I did," added Cye, "He'll have bruised toes for a good few
weeks. I might even have broken one or two."
"Yes, I noticed him hopping up the corridor. And several of the
professors noticed too. He deserved it," I finished.
"If he loses his job so much the better. He seemed to think that we
were all fair game," grumbled Jacky.
"Well he didn't try anything with me," laughed Jenny. "But that strange
girl from the Pharmacy department showed an unusual interest in my
cock."
We all giggled and waited for the next tit-bit. Jenny paused as I
prompted her.
"And?"
"Well, she pretended to have dropped something and groped my cock as
she pretended to search for it."
"Go on," urged Jacky excitedly.
"I sidled round and gently pressed her against the wall."
"So?"
"Then she couldn't move as I whispered into her ear."
"Oh come on Jenny. Out with it," squeaked Vee. "Don't keep us in
suspense."
"I warned her that I'd shag her stupid if she so much as touched me
again."
"What did she do?" I demanded.
"She actually squeezed my cock until it became hard."
"Cheeky bitch," said Cye. "Did you make a date?"
"She'll get a surprise tonight. She's in one of the single bedrooms
right at the end of the north wing. You know, the remote one near the
back stairs. I'll visit her and give her a hell of a shock."
"Be careful Jen. She might enjoy it," cautioned Vee gleefully.
"Well she enjoyed feeling me up. We'll see how she likes the real
thing."
With these words we left for our own private apartments. These were
securely separated from the other parts of the house and there was
little chance of our own relationships and personal arrangements being
discovered. That night was the first time that we been together
properly for several weeks and we tumbled onto the big bed in joyous
abandon. Jenny however, could not get the proposition she had received,
out of her head. She giggled as she slipped her hoof mufflers on and
crept through the darkened house. We couldn't resist the temptation to
follow her and promptly followed her example.
Jenny had a passkey and she silently opened the door of the girl's
room. We waited with nervous anticipation expecting a petrified scream.
To our surprise there was nothing more than a nervous gasp followed by
a suppressed giggle and some whispering.
I turned to Jacky and whispered.
"Bloody hell! I think She's scored."
"Bugger!" cursed Cye, "That's Jenny's cock gone for the night."
There was a soft footfall in the bedroom.
"Me-thinks not. Quick! Back to our room," I urged.
The four of us shuffled silently back to our own apartments and quickly
clambered onto the big bed.
"Thank god for the hoof mufflers," chuckled Jacky, "We'd have sounded
like a herd of wild horses and woken the whole house."
As we lay expectantly in the pitch dark the door scraped quietly and we
all peeped discreetly at the centaur and rider. They had paused in the
doorway with the moonlight of the corridor softly illuminating them.
We lay in the deeper shadow of the room so the girl couldn't see what
she was about to experience.
Jenny stepped gently forward as the girl eagerly anticipated a night of
strange sex. We could see that she was whispering in Jenny's ear and
her hands were cupped around Jenny's breasts. As the pair was
silhouetted in the moonlight we could all see that Jenny's prick was as
stiff as a board.
Suddenly the rider stiffened. She had realised that there were others
in the room.
"Who's there?" she whispered hoarsely.
"Some of my friends," replied Jenny.
"Wha-"
"Quiet!" admonished Jenny, as she turned to cover the girl's mouth.
"D'you want to wake the whole house."
There were some muffled squawks before the girl stopped struggling and
responded to Jenny's beseechments to be quiet. As she finally settled
down she slid off Jenny's back and nervously stepped forward. Her eyes
were adjusting to the deeper shadow of our room and she reached out
cautiously. Uncertain fingers contacted soft velvety skin and she gave
a nervous little whimper of surprise.
"Who- who's that?"
Cye gave a little start as the investigating fingers inadvertently
fumbled against her pony pussy.
"Oooh! Careful with those fingers love. You could start something you
might not be able to finish."
"Who- who is it?" demanded the girl again.
"I might well ask you that question. Who are you; coming into a girls
bedroom so late at night. I should scream rape or fire or something."
"N- No. Don't do that. They'll come to s- see what's going on."
"Why. What is going on?" teased Cye.
"No- nothing," the girl protested in a forceful whisper.
"Oh that's a pity. I was looking forward to something more exciting
than nothing."
The girl realised that something was on offer but she wasn't sure what.
Her fingers lingered a little longer on Cye's rump before becoming a
little bolder. They tried exploring the earlier place but Cye shifted
modestly and slid her rump further up the bed. Not so fast however that
the girls hands couldn't follow. She reached forwards and rested her
knee on the bed. Cye let out a little muted whinny as the girls
trembling fingers became bolder and knowingly probed the warm moist
organ under Cye's tail.
Jenny now intervened and gently pulled the girls fingers from Cye's
rapidly dampening pussy.
"Don't start what you cant finish young lady," she admonished as she
gently slid on the bed beside the girl.
Cye and Jenny now had her gently pinned between them. The girl gave a
little giggle as she caressed the soft velvety flanks of both centaurs.
This ended as a suppressed squeak of delight as Jenny's educated
fingers gently searched and found the stiffening bud between her soft
human thighs. There was a gasp of surprise as Cye gently led the girl's
hands onto Jenny's stiffening cock.
We others lay perfectly still hardly daring to breath. The girl had not
yet realised that there were four centaurs and myself in the bed. We
simply lay still as Cye whispered to the girl.
"Now my dear. D'you think you could really take that between your
lovely legs?"
"N- not all of it."
"Well you'd probably get all of it if you started. Jenny gets a little
carried away and she might not be able to stop."
We heard the girl swallow with fear as she realised that she would not
be in control. Cye spoke soothingly again.
"Now, my dear. There's no need to be afraid. I don't think that Jenny
is going to do as she threatened. She gets enough satisfaction serving
us three girl centaurs. However, if you'd like to stay, there is a
lovely boy cock amongst us and you could enjoy that."
There was a sudden jerk as the girl stiffened with fear before she
spoke.
"What. Here now?"
"Yes my love,' giggled Jenny, on the other side of Cye.
The girl sat bolt upright and stared over Cye's golden rump.
"Wh- who's there?"
"We are," chorused my friends and I.
"Oh God," swore the girl. "How many are there?"
"Six," chuckled Cye.
"No seven," added Jane.
"Bloody hell Jane! When did you get into bed?" I squeaked.
"Never mind," she replied, "I'm here now."
The new girl let out a sigh of resignation as she swarmed over the bed
trying to decide what was what. Eventually she gave up and demanded the
light be put on.
"I- I want to know what I'm into here."
"You must promise not to reveal what you see."
"You must be joking. I'd loose my job and my reputation if I did that."
I sat up and reached over Jacky's flanks to switch on the large bedside
light. I knew that my illuminated bare bum would be 'presented' to her
gaze and she let out a squeal of surprise as she finally focussed on
the strange duality of my genitalia. The incongruent erect cock jutting
stiffly from the front of my invitingly damp pussy.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, "You- you've got both bits."
"Lucky me," I smiled, "Would you like to try them?"
"Bu- but you're a girl."
"What, with this?" I turned to face her and she finally realised the
size of my cock.
Her eyes widened with surprise then she licked her lips as her
indecision gradually melted away. A little smile played along her lips
as she cast about the group. All she saw was six pretty girls from the
'waists' up. The sheets covered whatever lay below those waists but the
mountainous shapes confirmed four centaurs. Her smile widened. I
realised that here was girl who enjoyed 'kinky' sex and I looked
straight into her eyes.
She smiled knowingly and nodded slightly before speaking.
"I've never been in an orgy before."
"We don't really consider this an orgy. We sleep like this all the
time."
A little frown crossed the girl's brow.
"I- I'm sorry. I didn't realise.
"Well don't jump to conclusions then," I admonished as I dowsed the
light again.
Even as I turned to rejoin my friends I felt a soft body gently
moulding itself to mine as the new girl insinuated my stiff cock into
her desperately needy cunny.
"Mm- Mmmm! That's nice," she groaned as my overlarge organ slowly
embedded itself into her desperate sex. Within seconds her libido had
overcome whatever reservations she may have had and her whole being
erupted into paroxysms of ecstasy as she writhed and thumped herself to
orgasm.
Her urgent actions became infectious and spread rapidly to the rest of
us. Our bodies had been denied their regular cravings for too long. The
sea voyage followed by the frantic activity to get ourselves properly
organised had left us little time for other enjoyments. This was the
first proper evening that we had been able to enjoy ourselves with our
usual abandon. The added spice of another girl, a stranger with all the
delicious little pleasures yet to learn, only added an extra dimension
to our enjoyment.
It was several hours before we finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
Dot woke us early the following morning and we all grumbled as we went
about our toilets. The new girl wiggled self-consciously across the
bedroom floor with her hands trying to cover her breasts and her thighs
squeezed together. It was only then that she realised she had come
without any clothes, -a Lady Godiva of the night.
Dot was despatched to fetch them from her bedroom while she sat self-
consciously naked on the bed watching us as we assisted each other. I
caught her greedily studying the various forms around her and beckoned
to her.
"Come and help me with the centaur's unitards."
"B-but I'm naked."
We all looked at each other and laughed as we chorused together.
"So are we!"
For a few moments she hesitated uncertainly before resignedly shaking
her head and boldly standing up in all her naked glory. There was no
denying she had a beautiful figure and we all paused admiringly before
Dot returned with her cloths.
"Come on now girls. Our guests are stirring. It wouldn't do to be seen
coming out of here all together. Get a move on."
Reluctantly we resumed dressing and arrived for breakfast just as the
first guests were getting up. As each guest joined us the conversation
swelled to babble while arrangements were made for further studies. Our
old University lecturers had much to gain from our work and therefore
much to do. By mid morning they were leaving.
As we made our farewells the press was already gathering at the gates
but their efforts were frustrated by our arrangements with the local
chief constable. He wasn't too happy to have us on his patch but we
hadn't broken any laws so he allowed us the luxury of a policeman on
duty by the gates provided we paid for the costs. The overtime charges
were of little import to our growing income.
The officer had the simple task of maintaining order amongst the press,
which wasn't a difficult thing because most of the time they had to
stand around hoping to catch a glimpse of a centaur. The job soon
became popular with the local police for they could simply stay in the
old gatehouse and enjoy the fruits of Dot's excellent cooking. He was
in communication with the house and we would warn him of any comings
and goings. It was an attractive overtime turn for any officers deputed
to it and the overtime pay was always welcome.
We organised several press conferences and once or twice we invited
them into the house. Despite our acquiescence to their photo call
demands there was always some idiot from the gutter tabloids seeking a
prurient angle. It was these occasional pests that the police had to
deal with when they trespassed.
In the early days we were even buzzed by helicopters but eventually
this hubbub calmed down as the newsworthiness of our story subsided and
the price of a helicopter wasn't worth the remote chance of seeing a
centaur casually trotting around the grounds. The excitement gradually
subsided and the press dribbled away.
Reluctantly the police finished their duties. They had come to know
us quite well especially when the centaurs had delivered their meals.
They had spread the word locally that the strange centaurs were no
danger at all and lovely people to talk to.
With this unconscious preparation by the police we decided to risk
going into the village. Jenny -ever the boldest of the centaurs- and I
decided upon a little shopping expedition to the local store. We
departed through the gates, were we had seen no reporters for a month
and picked our way to the little village shop where Dot and I had once
purchased my children's first cloths. It seemed so many years ago.
Dear Old Mrs Dale was still behind the counter and she welcomed us like
an old friend. She eased her generous bulk off her little stool and
plodded around the counter to shake my hands and give me a hug. Dot had
often bought some supplies there and we were welcome customers.
"Well! Well! Well," she gurgled, "If it isn't our very own celebrity.
Beverly my love, It's been such a long time. How are you and the
children?"
"Oh they're doing fine Mrs Dale and how are you and Alf?"
Mrs Dale owned and ran the store. Alf, her husband, worked in a factory
some miles away and only helped out in the evenings and weekends. Like
all small stores these days, they had to stay open all hours to compete
against supermarkets. Mrs Dale only survived because of the remoteness
of the village. It was over an hour to the nearest town with a big
supermarket store. She continued hugging me like an old friend as she
laughed.
"Well all that business up at the hall with your experiments and that
has done wonders for my trade; what with sandwiches and things. Harry,
the landlord at The Bell, has done a roaring trade too with all the
journalists drinking and carousing. All in all we've had a little mini-
boom recently. The garage has done well too what with petrol and
things. So what can I do for you then?"
I leaned across the counter conspiratorially and smiled my most
becoming smile. Mrs Dale was a sweet old dear and Dot and I had become
quite fond of her in olden days. There was no doubt that she was a
gossip but there was little malice in her activities. Indeed, she would
be an ideal unwitting ambassador for my friends.
"Would you like to meet one of my friends Mrs Dale?"
She stopped and stared as her jaw fell. A silence settled on the little
shop before she found words again.
"Gosh! My golly! That would something. Could you arrange something
then?"
I pictured Mrs Dale sitting on her stool chattering on about how she'd
met the centaurs and then I decided to plunge in at the deep end.
"Just one moment Mrs Dale. I'll see what I can do."
I stepped outside again and tapped on the side of the van. Jenny
answered just as Mrs Dale had hobbled out behind me. She let out a gasp
of astonishment as Jenny gracefully stepped down from the back of the
camper van and gave Mrs Dale a winsome smile.
"Good morning Mrs Dale. So nice to meet you again."
"W- well! I'll go to the bottom of our yard!" exclaimed Mrs Dale.
"Here. Don't just stand out here. Come in girl, come in."
She waved her hands about in a fluster as she ushered Jenny into the
shop and Jenny carefully followed her. I paused outside to ensure that
nobody had seen us then followed them in. Mrs Dale had turned to study
Jenny with a mixture of amazement and admiration.
"Well I'll be jiggered. Come here my love; let's have a proper look at
you. It must feel miles better than that terrible old electric wheel
chair thing."
She carefully squeezed around Jenny shaking her head and fussing like
an old hen. Jenny simply waited patiently and smiled until the old lady
had finally seen enough and had her fill. Eventually Mrs Dale caught on
and realised that there must be some other reason why we had chosen her
shop. As Jenny and I saw the vague dawning light in her eye Jenny
spoke.
"We'd like some stores please."
Mrs Dale resumed her friendly business-like self and settled on her
stool again. Naturally it was a fairly large order. Feeding four
centaurs with human provisions did not come cheap and the item list
grew steadily. She was more than happy to oblige and she smiled with
satisfaction as it was completed. We made it clear that we would
continue to deal with her provided there wasn't too much
'sensationalism'.
"We would like to place a nice regular order of this nature and collect
about twice or three times a week as necessary. That is if you have no
objections," suggested Jenny sweetly.
"Why no bother at all young -eh -lady."
Poor Mrs Dale hesitated as she struggled to fine the right mode of
address. The words 'young lady' suited Jenny fine and she continued
smiling sweetly as we gathered the goods together. Mrs Dale fussed and
flapped as we assembled the order for it was clear that it would
greatly benefit her business. As the pile grew on the counter Jenny
continued chatting amiably.
"It won't be a regular day because that would attract rubbernecks and
we'll see enough of those anyway. However, most of the goods will be
non-perishable so if you make an order up each Monday, Wednesday and
Friday we'll be able to collect it when it's convenient during the
week. Is that satisfactory?"
"Oh yes Ladies," gushed Mrs Dale, "That'll be no problem at all.
"Well there's only one final thing Mrs Dale. Please don't divulge our
orders to the press. There's nothing extraordinary about our food and
stuff but you know how the press will get hold of it and try to twist
it. So until the middle of the week then, bye-bye."
We paid with cash and gathered the bags. Mrs Dale took some and
assisted us to the van. As we loaded the van, another of Mrs Dales'
customers entered the shop. She let out a loud gasp of surprise as
Jenny courteously wished her a good morning but she had no further time
to react before Jenny and I had clambered into our van and driven off.
Our last view in the driving mirror was the agitated exchange she was
having with Mrs Dale and the shocked stares from the shop doorway.
Jenny and I chuckled as we returned to the hall.
