Where was she? He took off running across the plain, much faster than before. “Hold it, two legs!” it yelled. Instead she ran her tongue along the inside of the flared head, brushing against the very prominent opening in the center. Looking closer she realized the two were attached, instead of a horse’s head was a man’s torso. I’m the mutant? She looked back at the woods. The centaur kicked at the wolf a couple more times to ensure it was dead before trotting back to Lillian. “Oh I’m sure you could have, but we should probably get those cuts cleaned up anyway, you can’t fight infections by stomping on them,” Lillian replied. The centaur kicked at the wolf a couple more times to ensure it was dead before trotting back to Lillian. She stood a hair over five and a half feet. She hadn’t really thought much about it, but his man-parts were on the horse half… Her eyes followed a cock the length of her arm as it flexed involuntarily, almost bringing it up to the centaur’s chest. As she rubbed she saw the head flare
