Organization: Q.D. Karlstad AB
Philippus by The Werewolf!
'Ellas in 731 BC was a beautiful land of rocky coastlines, green fields and countless islands. It was a time when the gods looked down and smiled on these lands and upon the people who lived upon them.
In that year, a farm couple beholden to Aristaios, the semi-deity of fields and forests, gave birth to a boy. The night before his birth, the child's mother had a dream of mighty horses lead by the centaurs who lived in the northern parts of Ellas and taking this as an omen, they named their child 'Phillippus'.
The name seemed true, at least in that as the boy grew to into a young man, he was truely horse-like in stature, massive and muscular from the hard work he did around the farm - work he did with never a harsh word or sound of complaint. The girls in the nearby village often whispered to each other that Phillippus was more like a stallion in other ways as well.
As Phillippus entered his eighteenth year, the stories of his strength and incredible endurance had spread throughout the land and eventually caught the ear of the legendary Chiron who travelled across the country to the village. Everyone had heard of the centaur who brought man the teaching of medicine and wondered why he had come to this quiet little town.
Chiron moved through the people of the town, a towering stallion, and made his way to the farm. He was greeted by Phillippus' parents who had heard the commotion of the townsfolk as they followed along behind the aged centaur.
"How may I help you, revered ancient?" asked Phillippus' mother.
"I am looking for a young man, your son I am told, who is like a wild stallion and is named 'Phillippus'" asked the old centaur, his voice like ancient molasses in its dark, slow tones.
Phillippus's mother nodded and pointed out to the field where her son toiled, ripping massive stones and tossing them aside as he cleared the land. Chiron began toward the distant figure then paused and somberly asked that the people return to their homes. He was to meet with the young man alone.
Phillippus was looking away, but could not mistake the thudding sound the hooves of the centaur made in the dry earth. He turned and was overwhelmed by the fusion of man and horse which stood before him.
"You are Phillippus?" the centaur asked. The human nodded. "Do you know why I have come to this place?" Chiron continued.
"N-no... Is it the dreams?" Phillippus asked. This time Chiron nodded.
"Dreams are rarely without reason and yours are sent by the gods. They want you to know your real nature. You weren't supposed to be a man - you were meant to be a centaur." With that, Chiron gestured to a small clearing in the woods which surrounded the field and led Phillippus. Once there, the huge centaur gently tucked himself up and took up a reclining position. He bade Phillippus to rest against the equine belly.
"A centaur? Me? How could such a thing be?" asked Phillippus.
"It happens, rarely, but it does. Sometimes the stands of the tapestry of Fate become entwined the wrong way." Phillippus looked down. "Tell me what you are thinking," asked Chiron.
"I've never told anyone this... all my life I have been attracted to the mares at the landholder's farm, but the village girls also attract me. It's driven me - this desire torn between two worlds." The words ripped from the man. "Now I know why."
"I may be able to help you" Chiron stated. "I can appeal to Apollo who has been known to take female animals - your parent's are beholden to one of his children sired off a wolf. I believe he would understand your need and would help you find a new form"
"I am to become a centaur? What about my parents and their farm?" Phillippus asked.
"You may return to live here if it pleases you, but you will be able to live in the form which was meant for you." replied Chiron.
"I thank you for your advice kind Chiron. Let me speak with my parents on this and please stay with us this evening." said Phillippus. The centaur rose and followed the man to the farm house and asked only for a warm place in the barn where he would be more comfortable.
That night, Phillippus spoke with his parents and understandably they were distressed at first, but they also were very devout and caring. They realised that the omen of the horses was coming true and that only a very foolish mortal would stand in the way of the gods. They made Phillippus promise to return no matter what and he said that nothing would prevent him from returning.
The next morning, the man and the centaur ate a morning meal with the elderly couple and with tears in the human eyes, they departed. They covered a fair distance that day and settled into a clearing for the night. Chiron made a small fire to keep them both warm and bade Phillippus to get to sleep.
Chiron was awakened to a groan. Phillippus had moved away from the fire and was breathing hard. "Phillippus" Chiron called softly. The human started and turned around, his face filled with embarrassment. "Do not be ashamed, my boy. It is the nature of all males to do this. Bring yourself here to me." Phillippus walked silently to the reclining centaur. As he moved into the light, Chiron commented "I see you are indeed more stallion than man."
Chiron closed his hand around Phillippus' shaft and gently stroked the tight skin of the surprisingly long, thick member. Phillippus moaned and fell forward, resting his palms on Chiron's broad shoulders. Chiron's hands were heavy and calloused from the years and their rough surfaces added a gentle scraping against his all too sensitive flesh. Another gasp escaped from the man as the centaur brought the thickening member to his lips and guided it into the hot, wet cavern.
Phillippus was without control. His hips began a vigourous thrusting as his shaft slid in and out of the centaur's mouth. Chiron moved his hand between the man's thighs and gently massaged and cupped the heavy sac and firmly rubbed the skin behind them. The poor human felt a river of heat flow over his body - he had never been with another being before and the feelings were almost agonising in their intensity. He felt an aching fire and gripped the centaur firmly, pressing his long shaft deep into the centaur's mouth and climaxed. It was as if someone had punched him in the belly as his groin clenched again and again, pouring an ocean of seed into the centaur.
Chiron guided the human, stunned by the overwhelming sensations, down to the ground. The centaur held the poor man until he regained his senses. As Phillippus rested against Chiron's barrel chest, the coarse equine fur keeping him warm, he realised that Chiron too, had been excited by the unusual lovemaking. Snaking under his raised knee was Chiron's penis, fully released from the sheath which normally held it up between the centaur's horse-rear. Feeling a need to repay the wonderous creature for the pleasure brought to him, he took up the member. It was dry, smooth, rubbery to the touch. This time it was Chiron who gasped.
Phillippus began stroking and rubbing the shaft. Secretly, this was something he had dreamt of as he watched the massive stallions of the landowner rutting around the mares. He had seen the stunning shafts drop from their homes between the thighs of those magnificent beasts and raised, pounding with the hot blood of wild horses, to drum a tatoo against their heaving chests. Then he the felt his breath catch in his throat as those same shafts were plunged into the excited mares to be driven deep within the female as the stallion walked ever more of the monstrously large member into her. His groin felt a fire as he watched them, the stallion working his shaft in shuddering thrusts until that moment of pause - that climax and then watched as the animal slid off of his mate, the thick seed still spilling from the over filled male's member.
Every such encounter left him hot and desperate and he would rush to a secret place to work off his excitement.
Now, he was actually stroking a stallion's member. Chiron was much larger than a human, but not as large as a real horse. Still, as the shaft exapnded under his touch and the head of the black staff flared out, the difference in size was unimportant. Phillippus took the shaft and began stroking it and working it over his chest and belly. Several times, he worked it between his own legs and allowed his much smaller human shaft to lay upon the equine one and worked them together. Finally, he echoed Chiron and took the flared head into his own mouth and sucked and squeezed the softer flesh, rubbing his tongue over the rough skin.
Chiron was moaning and working his flanks. He made a strangled sound and Phillippus' mouth filled with a bitter liquid which flowed with such force that it gushed from his lips and fell in thick gobbets to the ground. The shaft quickly shrank and withdrew into the leathery sheath. Chiron gathered Phillippus into his arms and gave him a long hug then told him that they really did have to get some sleep.
The next day's walk brought them to a small settlement of centaurs. Chiron asked Phillippus to wait and entered the village to speak with the town elders where he explained the situation. They seemed wary, but invited the human into their town and found him a place to stay. Chiron suggested that he rest and that they would meet again the next morning.
When the sun arose and woke Phillippus from his sleep, it took a moment to realise where he was. He had had many dreams that night of Chiron and their lovemaking. He relieved his bladder into a cistern pot and stepped out into the warm morning. The townsfolk were all centaurs of various sizes, shapes and colours. To his surprise, several of the males were walking with their members out of their sheaths. He had seen real horses do that, but he had thought that centaurs would be more like humans in their modesty.
As he turned the corner of a building, several smaller centaurs with childlike human halves, colts he supposed, ran past him nearly knocking him down. A young filly was chasing after the colts and shouted past him "Children! Get back here to your studies!"
Her human half was one of the most beautful women he had ever seen and captured his heart immediately. The filly half was magnificent - sleek, brown fur, black tail and hooves... the most beautiful horse he had ever seen and captured... well, other parts of him.
She looked at him and seemed startled. Flustered, she apologised for the rude behaviour of the colts and ran to catch them.
The day was spent mostly wandering about the village. He saw the centaur mare several times and each time she won his heart again. As the evening approached, Chiron found him and walked him to the council area. There stood the three eldest centaurs of the village.
"Chiron, you have asked us to help this human to find his final destiny. Will you stand as his bond in this?" asked the elder centaur.
"Yes," Chiron replied.
"Then bring the human forward." continued the old centaur. Phillippus walked forward to Chiron's side and followed as Chiron led him to the center of the clearing. >From this place he could see the entire town turned out to watch. There, near the front standing next to a massive stallion centaur with jet-black fur, was the mare he was so strongly attracted to.
"Before you can join us, you must be paired to one of our own. Is there anyone who will claim this human as a mate?" asked the old centaur of the townsfolk. A rippling murur swept through the gathered centaurs then silence fell.
"Will no one claim him?" again asked the old centaur.
Just then the mare stepped out, hesitant and unsure. She slowly began to walk towards Phillippus when the black stallion lept forward shouting "NO! You are mine!" He grabbed at her flanks and tried to pull her down, dodging the sharp hooves as she kicked at him.
Phillippus reacted swiftly and without thought. He lept onto the massive male centaur and by sheer power of his determination, pulled the centaur to the ground. The mare pulled away and quickly trotted to the side of the elders.
"Stop them" she pleaded.
"No, we cannot. They are males and they must determine who will command whom." Chiron said quietly.
The battle raged on. Phillippus would take a stunning blow to the chest delivered by the hard, black hoof of the enraged stallion. Then he would land a powerful blow to the side of the centaur's head or to his barrelled chest. It was hard to see how the human could survive this battle, let alone win.
It was then that something incredible happened. The human, clearly winded and gasping for air, lept onto the centaur's back. He managed to grasp the centaur's head in a tight grip and slowly choked the thick neck. The centaur desperately tried to dislodge the human, bucking and stamping, even rolling over to crush the human under the massive equine lower-half. Nothing worked.
Slowly, the heavy muscles that corded in the centaur's neck began to match the heavy muscles in the arms of the determined human. The centaur's steps became clumsy and he began tripping. It only took a moment more and the stallion collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Phillippus walked to the mare and she to him. She lowered her forequarters and embraced the human, giving him a long, passionate kiss, then turned her rear to him and raised her tail. The elder moved to Phillippus' side and with a deft hand, stripped the human of all clothing and bid him mount her. It was his right and she was offering herself as a lifelong mate.
The human slowly moved to the equine rear of the his newly found wife and gently touched the large opening. He started when a thick finger flicked out and rubbed the lips of the opening, then darted back in. He waited for it reappear and quickly slid a finger along the firm flesh, the mare gasped.
Bringing his mouth to her opening, he began licking the rough skin of her lips and then in to the slippery, smooth skin within. His male member was painfully hard and sending urgent need through his loins. He lifted himself onto her and resting on his palms, plunged his shaft deep into the mare. She moaned as the human's penis began sliding in and out of her and stroked against the swollen clitoris.
The entire town was watching as the couple joined and it was they who, at a sudden moment, watched as everything seemed to slow to a standstill. Phillippus was deeply embedded into the mare's vagina and suddenly fell forward. His legs began to grow a heavy black fur. His penis thickened and stretched as the foreskin slid back to form a sheath. His scrotum swelled as did his testicles, hanging down heavier than any human's could have.
Phillippus' body stretched and suddenly two small forelegs erupted from his abdomen. Within seconds, where stood a muscular, handsome, human male, now stood an equally handsome and muscular, black stallion centaur with most of his now enormous penis firmly plunged into the now correctly sized vagina of the excited centaur mare.
He thrust hard and fast into his mate, gripping her with his forelegs. His hands roamed over her soft human breasts and belly as his mouth found and caressed her neck and ears. Under him, his mate groaned and worked her firm clitoris against the straining equine member. She clenched her vagina around the stiff rod and thrust back against him in time to his thrusting, luxuriating in the feelings her aroused body sent through her.
Suddenly, Phillippus cried out and gripping firmly, plunged the entire length of his shaft into her. This final stretching drove the mare over the top and sending her into a shuddering orgasm. Phillippus climaxed a moment later as her vagina clenched tight around him. He felt his groin tighten and his tail lift as he shot stream after stream of thick seed into her. He sagged onto her as he felt his shaft shrink and pull back into his sheath. He slid off her, pulling his shaft free to dangle limply under his belly. Globs of semen dropped from the head and dripped to the ground.
His mate turned to face him. "My name is Kia," she said quietly and stepped up to him. They embraced and kissed deeply.
"Mine is Phillippus," he said.
"I know," she replied.
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