Centaurica Fiction: Coptaur: Chapter 10: When Looks Are So Decieving

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Chapter 10: When Looks Are So Deceiving

 For Elmardin mixed feelings were as normal as the changes in stormy weather.  He didn’t harbor any illusions that could alter the fact that his was a life of constant contradictions and instability.  But amazingly he had found strength from this frequent confusion and an ability to survive that was far beyond what he’d possessed as a fae.

 Elmardin enjoyed his playtime with Sol. The woodie was frisky and his passion was unbridled. If you wanted a guaranteed good time Sol was the one to see.  But, unfortunately for Elmardin, there was more to his fuck buddy than just sexual satiation. When Sol demanded that Elmardin join with him in his effort to seize control of his tribe the centaur mage wanted to return to miniature fairy form and fly far, far away. If there was anything Elmardin hated, it was political machinations and egomaniacal power plays.

 There was one consolation produced by the charade Elmardin had played for Sol’s benefit. The idea that Sol might be getting his needs met in one area made him even more willing to satisfy Elmardin’s needs in the only one he really desired to maintain with Sol, pure rapacious sex.

 “As long as ya can keep tat old fool busy wit fear tere’s plenty maer w’ere tat came froom.” Sol boasted as if he were the great god Megansi himself.

 “I have to admit it’s been too long a time since I’ve had such a good sucking, Sol. Your hot mouth is truly a thing of wonder.”

Truth told it had only been a short while since Elmardin had had the pleasure of a good sucking. He’d met a fine centaur lad on the trail and the two had lain for a moonlight night together before parting ways the next morning. One thing that was almost a certainty: single stallions were randy and ready for the sensual ministrations of another. As much as he’d enjoyed the lad’s attention he returned the pleasure in kind. Sex with one of his adopted brethren was superior to any other, even when the partner was as adept as friend Sol was. But there was no need to burden Sol with the measure of his competition. And there was no need to burden friend Sol with the news that he had played his best part that day in the presence of Elder Woodchuck and it was highly unlikely he’d be up for acting another. Their sex was grand, but not that grand.

 Elmardin’s mixed feelings were briefly finding a solidity he seldom knew.  It was funny how the release of some sexual tension could give him clarity normally left unseen. It was now very clear to Elmardin that getting caught up in the tribal tribulations of the woodies wasn’t on his agenda for the coming days. He wouldn’t work to thwart Sol’s efforts, but he wouldn’t be aiding them either. He had nothing against the centaurs of Taur’s Prairie. In fact, he had plenty more to gain by finding out all he could about these centaurs he had yet to meet. Were they really the bane the woodies claimed them to be? He imagined not.

Elmardin knew exactly what to do to have his bit of chimmie cake and eat it, too.

 “Friend Sol, I have devised a simple plan that I believe will meet with your approval. If you will call Nedrick back from his spying duties I can serve that purpose far better.”

 “How so, El?” Sold leaned in closer to his friend in a the manner of conspiracy.

“Is it not obvious? Who else do ye know who holds the appearance of taur? I can spy on them from within their ranks. What is better than that?” Elmardin’s tail swished across the top of his rump as a simple declaration of the fact.

 “Aye, ye be a far more familiar sort o’ spy!” Sol laughed out loud and slapped his hairy haunches. “And ta fools will be caught unawares. Tis a gran’ plan, me clever friend.”

 The schemers slapped palms together and Sol did a little happy jig.

 There’ll be good sex play tonight, thought Elmardin.


Cyrus and Pell had never seen eye to eye on much and Pell had never appreciated how Cyrus managed Taur’s Prairie. Pell believed he’d be a much better taur for the job, but had yet to convince any other taur it was so. He dreamed of the day Cyrus would step down and, in his mind’s eye, saw himself stepping up to the responsibility he deserved.

 “Young Pelion are ye busy daydreamin’ agin? No work ever got accomplished in dreamland.” Cyrus tapped Pell’s shoulder and, sure he had the stallion’s attention, instructed him to bring in casks from the cold shed.

 Pell mumbled under his breath and went about his business, passing Shay as he trotted into the tavern.

 “Good day, Pell “ and a broad smile fell flat and untended as Pell failed to acknowledge the constable.

 “So, Cyrus, what’s up with Pell? He’s not his good-natured self today.” Shay remarked with a bit of sarcasm.

“Ah, nutthin’ a good dose o’ reality couldn’ cure. Thinks he’s ta important fer his own good. I’ll lay ya a small wager he’s settin’ his sights on me job. A hardy laugh that’ is. He can barely do his own labors.” Cyrus shook his shaggy head in frustration.

 “I’ll have a talk with him. I think I have some work for him on this woodie situation. Nothing too difficult, I wouldn’t want to ruffle his pretty hide.” Shay gave Cyrus his best knowing wink.

 “Aye, flatter ta lad an’ ye’ll have him etting out yer han’, ye will. But donna go spreadin’ yer fine charms on ta likes o’him, good Saur. T’ere are otters here wert persuin’.” Cyrus gave Shay he best seductive grin in response.

 Shay thought he had yet to encounter any taur more forcefully flirtatious than this one standing before him. If he hadn’t found himself rapidly becoming enamored of his android pal he would definitely be taking the taur up on his offer. Maybe a three-way could be arranged.

 Shay paused for a moment and realized that such a thought had never crossed his mind before. Three-ways? He was just gaining mastery of the one-on-one and now his libido was suggesting three-ways?

 A loud whinny sounded in his head. So my sex life is compelled by simple horse sense?  Another whinny greeted the question. We’ll see about that, Shay laughed to himself.  Silence.

 “Someting’ amusin’, good Saur?” Cyrus loved to share in any good joke. Especially humor at the expense of Pell. The young lout was most assuredly topping his shit list that morning.

 “Nothing worth sharing, Saur. I’ll be on my way. Places to go and people to see. A constable’s work is never done, eh Cyrus?” Shay delivered one of his prize-winning toothy grins.

 Cyrus melted some more. “No, good Saur.”  He sighed aloud as he watched Shay’s fine form depart.  “Someday, Laddie. Ta sooner ta better.”

 Pell hauled in the first cask and Cyrus went back to tending his business, wiping down the bar and whistling a tune from his distant childhood. He remembered how his dear mum would sing the lullaby, “In Ta Bright Dewey Morn We Shall Run “, to him.  Why the old song came to him now he hadn’t a clue. Perhaps it was there because there was romance in his heart. A feeling that made him yearn for fulfillment.

“Someday, Laddie.”

 “What’s that, Cyrus?” Pell enquired.

 “Ne’er ye mind, Pell.” Cyrus responded gruffly, embarrassed he’d been caught thinking aloud. “Ge’ back ta yer werk.”

 Pell grumbled as his hoofs hit the wooden floor hard and determined.

“Someday, Cyrus.”


Copyright 2012 by G. W. German. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be copied without the express permission of the author. Any resemblance to real persons is entirely coincidental and not consciously intended by the author.

11 responses to “Centaurica Fiction: Coptaur: Chapter 10: When Looks Are So Decieving

  1. Uther Kharas

    Thanks for writing these. I enjoy your writing and your themes and subjects. Might there be an intimate scene in Chapter 11 soon?

    • Wow! It’s a miracle. A person actually willingly read all 10 chapters of “Coptaur” and is thanking me for writing it to boot. You could knock me over with a feather. You are the first person to read the story and thank me for it. And you are the first to post a comment about it. If I had the resources I would send you a reward of some sort. Thank you for reading “Coptaur”. The overall response to the story has been so weak that I had given up hope that people who look at Centaurica are able to read, too.
      Because you are probably the sole reader of this serialized story I hate having to disappoint you, but I doubt I will be writing any more chapters. It just makes no sense to me to spend the time working on something next to no one is willing to invest a little time reading and perhaps leaving a comment about. I learned long ago that the internet is a haven for voyeurs and anonymous trolls. Few genuinely sincere and honest people participate in things beyond social media and personal emails.
      Thank you for enjoying “Coptaur”. Know that you are in a very select minority of people who actually cared to read such stuff.
      Perhaps, in January I will write another chapter. Don’t hold your breath.
      Thanks again. You have excellent taste. LOL.


  2. Pual

    This Is only a beginning to a great story. I hope you finish and post the rest of this soon!

  3. Rob

    Excellent work, Centaureg. I like the range of ideas you explore and character development. I also hope you will continue with this writing project, and the website in general.

    • Thanks for the encouragement, Rob. I’m still waiting on word of my housing future. I’m hoping I’ll have the ability to keep running my blogs and, perhaps, I will write more chapters for “Coptaur”. We’ll see wait 2013 brings.

      • wulf

        I have had great enjoyment reading these.
        Thanks for your efforts, and by all means please continue

      • I’m glad you enjoyed the unfinished story, Wulf. I am not sure I will ever get back to completing it. Few people read this type of fiction and, since I write to be read, it makes no sense moving forward with the project. Thanks for the compliment.


  4. Roy

    One of the few stories I’ve enjoyed reading! Please keep going!!

  5. Christine

    I have really enjoyed the story so far. Fantastic job!

    • Thanks for the priase.

      I am currently taking a sabbatical from blogging but may be back early next year.

      I have a lot of centaur related (as well as other TF pieces) material that have never been finished. “Coptaur” is just one of the works that needs to be given a conclusion. If I can crank out one chapter a month that would do the trick.

      I am sure the few folks who have commented positively regarding this story would be glad to keep reading but, honestly, it takes a lot of work and it is a little bit disheartening knowing the audience is so small. I recognize that goes with the territory as centaur related works, especially gay centaur stuff, has a limited appeal.

      Actually, I am interested in seeing what will become of these characters, too. Is their romance ahead or an inter-manimal species battle or what? Stay tuned in ’15.

      Cheers, Centaureg AKA Greg

      PS: If anyone out there is either interested themselves, or knows of someone else who would be, in turning this piece into a graphic novel or comic strip, please contact me.

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