This is a rough draft and I appreciate any constructive criticism. I wanted to establish an alternate universe and capture the spirit of horses in the characters. Please be gentle and patient with me, I'm no professional!
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The Female Centaur Academy was an elite preparatory academy for all clans and tribes to converge. Now, this particular academy was built on the ideals of family to help women understand their role as homemakers of their communities. But it was a science academy as well. There were mares of all colors, spots and even stripes prancing through the covered outside corridors of the school to get to their class. The school was inside a great forest, and most classrooms were indoors.
Two custodians kept school affairs in order- humans; one male and one female. These custodians were a gift from the tribes.
The classroom setting for the centaurs was spacious for eleven. There were no desks; centaurs didn't sit. Each student had a music stand in front of them, and resting upon that music stand was an electronic small touchscreen interactive monitor. Five students in the front, and then six students to the back. The floor was mossy. The lady centaurs dressed their human bodies scantily, using a mixture of bodypaint, local flora and handmade appurtenances.
Milia was the name of the centaur from the one of the most elite and respected tribe in the country, a tribe which happened to have quite a bit of funds invested in the school. Milia herself was rather small and petite, with a white head of Mohawk hair and piercing blue eyes. In spite of the high stature of her tribe, she herself was quite noble and introspective. When she first arrived at the school a few years ago she had cried inconsolably because she missed her parents and spent every day writing letters begging them to come visit her, but they instead had visited her brothers at their own private school, and so she hated her them. Instead of visiting her, they gifted a slave human girl to the school-but really it was to Milia, to help her cope.
The first class of the day was with Miss Lilly, teacher of the massage arts.
"Class will begin shortly," Miss Lilly neighed.
Her bespectacled eyes glittered with animous enthusiasm and her tail swished like a dogs would in excitement.
Milia was anxious, looking at the empty stool beside her. Her slave was unpredictable, disappearing for naps and reappearing. Then she heard the music drifting towards her from the hallway, and smiled in relief. Staunx was here after all. Milia rolled her eyes at Staunx as the slave sauntered in sensually playing her lute. The other centaurs bobbed their heads lightly to the music distractedly as they teased each other's breasts and pointed to the news on the stands. Staunx winked at Milia and got up on her stool, leaning to kiss Milia and then pulling back mischieviously. Staunx had tousled dark brown curly hair under a half cocked conductors hat, and baggy leather overalls, her B cup breasts covered by a small 4 inch wide strip of fabric tied in a knot on her backside. Milia grabbed Stuanxs face and pulled her back in for a nice wet smooch. Staunx felt down Milia's smooth pale moon chest and curled her finger into the budding hair between Milia's forelegs. She always loved to feel this intersection of the human torso. And Milia had a spattering of black spots sparsly decorating her equine body and a shimmering silvery covering.
Next to Milia sat a very busty cheeky mare named Strella. And beside Strella was Ambrosia-an easily excitable gal. As the class began, the centaurs fidgeted and played with other's bodies sensually. Then began the exercises, and they all teamed up with a partner to begin the massages.
Milia and Staunx began by massaging each other's faces.
Staunx overheard the words "new student" and perked up. Milia lethargically told her servant the news instead, and the others quieted inquisitively. Staunx moved her rolling stool to the rest of Milia's body.
"Yep I heard the new girl is from the tribe of Forisius." Milia drolled as Staunx began massaging around Milia's clit with her fingers.
One of the other students asked, "Whats the Forisius tribe? I've never even heard of them!"
"Isn't that the one of the warrior tribes?" Ambrosia piped up.
"sshyea." Milia nodded and smiled biting her lip absently as Staunx moved her hand inside her vagina and massaged it slowly.
Ambrosia stomped happily, "yea the Fortisius tribe is actually quite far from here, usually they don't send children to this school and they stay amongst themselves. Very unusual for them to send one here."
Milia sighed happily as Staunx allowed Milia to taste herself and then Staunx obliged her own mouth to the sweet juices. Stuanx said, "you had extra berries this morning didn't you after I left?" Staunx said under her breath, "traitor."
Milia swatted at her hand slowly. The diet of the lady centaurs was a natural libido booster. Centaurs from an overwhelming majority of tribes subsisted mostly on fruits beans and vegetables.
The teacher looked irritated, announcing, "Do NOT place your fingers inside eachothers nether regions in class, we don't have wipes in here and it's a sanitary issue." She slapped her palm to her face in frustration. "Yoni massage is at NIGHT! Stop pretending you're confused girls, you've been going to both classes for 2 months!"
Stuanx and Milia pouted at the teacher while the others looked at them mildly. Stuanx whispered to Milia, "Milia-darling I shall explore your nether world later."
Miss Lilly gave another pep talk about continuity of the massage for creating a rhythm and then the class went back to gossiping. When the class was over it was lunch time, and Milia went hand in hand with Staunx outside to the High Tables for lunch. The dining area was nestled right between the dormitories and the school for the utmost convenience of the students. The trees dotted around the tables allowed the bright light of the sun combined with the gentle wind to create moving shade below. The line at the buffet was quite long and filled with impatient stomping hooves.
Staunx witnessed in slow motion a resentful tubby dwarf centaur flick a tall girls breasts hard and the other girl screeched, mouth wide in alarmed pain. Then they began to tussle. Staunx pushed back Milia protectively as the fight progressed, "Bitch! Dwarf-ass bitch don't think you can get away with that!" The dwarf centaur smiled smugly. "Can't hear you when you keep talking over me like that."
"You're mine in our fight class dwarf!" The tall centaur steamed.
Milia and Staunx got their plates from the buffet and went over to the high table with the copper high stool. Staunx was promptly joined by Ambrosia. Ambrosia had labeled their table friends the "Philangerers" since massage class at the beginning of the semester. Staunx fed Milia attentively and Milia was doing likewise or attempting because Staunx was pretending to be a t-rex and devouring everything. The table chewed their salads slowly, chatting away. By the end of lunch, Staunx had passed out, her head on the table, snoring lightly. Strella poked at the slave.
"The resident narcoleptic in her natural state." She mocked, and the gals all chittered.
The students went out to the fields for their physical activities while Staunx went back to the school for her duties. Although Milia was her master, the principal and the school's demands always came first since she was their property officially. She had to trim and spruce up the classroom moss for today. She walked down the hallway to see a lone skirt in a sea of naked (and some bedazzled) furry rear ends.
Enter Forza. The maiden's silky black haired equine body traipsed trepidly with books snuggled tightly against her chest down the hallway. The hair on her head was in thick box braids tied in bright ribbons. She wore a long skirt on her hindquarters, and her legs were quite thick and muscular. Even with a very masculine equine body, her upper body was quite feminine. Her arms were very toned and bronzed. Some of the other centaurs trotted by her and jolted her into losing her books onto the floor. Staunx saw her and dove for the books while Forza tried shielding her from the slow stampede of clueless centaurs.
"Hello, I'm Staunx. Let me show you around to your place." The other centaurs were smaller than Forza, and the human was even smaller, getting up on her tiptoes with the books.
Forza appraised her haughtily. "I guess."
And as they were walking, Forza commented, "You're so small, how cute you are!"
Staunx blushed. Forza leaned down and asked her curiously, "How did a human end up in our realm?"
"Kidnapped." Staunx said matter of factly. Forza nodded with Staunx. "Hmph. We live up to our reputation even still I see. So what...I'm sorry what's your name again?
Staunx.
Forza felt herself eying Staunx's bare ass with much interest-so hairless, so perfectly rotund for it's smallness. She was fascinated. A human girl here in the heart of the homeland. She'd only ever seen and dealt with the large human males in her native land.
Staunx pointed to their next destination. "I can sit with you through the class if you like-just tell the teacher I'm your assistant so I don't get kicked out."
Forza was intrigued and nodded enthusiastically. "I'm going to uh...massage class it looks like. I get the first day to sit in and then I officially get my classes tomorrow."
Miss Lilly lurched into an aggressive stance at the sight of Staunx again.
