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Stave II

Chapter Twelve: I'd Like To Teach The World To Fuck In Perfect Harmony

What Pan had predicted came to pass. With rapid abandon, Tim had surrendered to the lusty God's seduction.

The centaurs had been so aroused by the presence of the purveyor of pleasure that, while each waited his turn with the Satyr, couplings began in passionate spontaneity.

Frank found himself in a three-way with his sons and no qualms about incest entered his mind. In his former life, he had teenage children. In this life, he was related to two incredible studs. They were equal to him in most every way. The age difference had disappeared when they were transformed. Essentially, Frank was now from the same generation as Paul and his once little brother, Dean. In his other form, the idea of sexual play with his boys was an anathema. In this life, it was just play. Nothing less, nothing more.

His thoughts were centered on pleasure alone and his sons were two of the most pleasurable beasts going. They were different in size and mien. Dean was as much of a showboat stallion as possible and Paul, though smaller and not as bulky, was as beautifully confirmed as any centaur, including Tim. Paul's eyes always sparkled in matching the grin that was glued to his happy face. He was as content a creature, as Frank had ever known.

Dean was less open with his emotions and more aloof. He was far from content. He still hadn't found a way to reconcile the difference of his former pimply and shy self with his new form. His eyes seldom shone and his serious nature made a small crease sit between his eyebrows. Frank had worried that Dean would never be able to be part of the herd. The huge stud had difficulty relating to anyone he found to be his lesser. Having his singular size and bearing meant that all of the herd was lesser than he was. This made him haughty, superior, and very unpopular. Most of the herd avoided him and he liked it that way. It was his belief that they were all envious. He would have been surprised to hear that they called him a "Horse's Ass" when he was out of range.

Frank was surprised to be so intimate with his younger son. It was Paul who made a point of keeping close to his Dad while Dean seemed to be growing farther and farther apart from his family. Though his sons had their share of differences, as far as Frank was currently concerned, both were centaurs and able to make love with equal force and abandon.

Dean had mounted his Dad and proceeded to plow him with his great tool while Frank bent down to suck on the tip of Paul's staff. As Frank was fucked into a stupor, Paul took the beautiful centaur's cock head in his mouth and sucked until his Father, who now seemed more a brother, came and came again. Then the trio switched positions and started pleasuring again. Frank paid no attention to his lover who, by this time had left the Satyr's ministrations and was joined with another centaur in full-fuck mode.

On Chiron's arrival, sad to say, the orgy ended.

"Ah, my Brothers, I wish that my mind could rest so long as to join you and Friend Pan, but things are happening not far from here that do not allow me that pleasure."

Pan stepped forward from where he had been enrapturing one of Tim's brothers. He wiped some centaur spunk from his mouth and spoke:

"Tell us great Chiron, what news could you have that would stop this pleasure so abruptly? Is there not the time to give your brothers the release they so desire? And what of you? Your serious demeanor is casting a pall on my little getting-to-blow-you party." Pan leered at Chiron and gave him his best come-hither look. The wise centaur stood his ground and replied:

"We have no time for such dalliances. As you waste your energies on temporary erections and orgasms, the enemy works to conquer Earth. Just today, I witnessed the latest in the Naga arsenal. I have never imagined I would live to see the likes of this being. I was impressed by its size and agility and became very quickly aware of the threat such a being's existence imposes upon our ability to fight back. I am afraid that I will have to "fight fire with fire" as you Americans say. I need two volunteers. Two lovers to come forth."

There was much whispering and looking about, but no two stepped to the front of the throng.

"Do you understand the serious nature of this newest development? Do you doubt what I tell you? I know that there is fear here. I also know there is great strength and courage laying low and needing to rise up and defend our brotherhood. Must I choose among you at random? Who here has the purpose to make a great sacrifice and become an unbeatable warrior. Who among you is of character and great depth?"

Frank pushed forward through the ranks of his centaur brothers. He stood before Chiron. "We will do whatever you ask, great Lord." He then turned to the crowd and searched it with his eyes. He found Tim and their eyes met. He could sense the fear in his lover's eyes. He directed his calm assurance towards his lover and saw the proud golden centaur's Adam's apple move up and down as he gulped.

The centaurs surrounding Tim stepped aside as he trotted forward to join the one he most loved and respected. Frank had always made him aware that he was far more than the former paperboy he had once been. If this was his lover's desire, than so be it. He would join him. He was no coward and he would prove to all those he knew that his pairing with Frank was because of that truth. They would help Chiron to lead the others of the brotherhood.

Frank took Tim's hand and held it tightly. He lifted both their arms into the air and shook them together. The crowd resounded in cheer. Hoofs stomped the ground like thunder approaching. Other couples raised their arms together and saluted the first pair in return. They, too, stepped forward.

"What do you say, Brothers? Are we here to win against the Nagas?" Frank shouted above the din.

Franks friend and Tim's Father, Phil, responded: "We will do whatever it takes!"

Then the entire herd spoke as one. "We will do whatever it takes!"

Pan came to stand beside his fellow deity, Chiron. His manner had taken on the same powerful reserve as his centaur friend. Chiron waited until the fervor died down.

"I must admit you had me worried, my Brothers. I was beginning to fear that what I had felt existed among us was just my irrepressible imagination. I am grateful to you, Frank, for your unwavering courage. If there are to be commanders in this army, you, my son, are the first and the bravest. But I am not asking any of you to go to battle alone. In fact, what shall transpire tonight will be beyond your imaging, but it will be for our betterment and help us to form an invincible foundation against the Naga threat. Their leader is not the only one who knows the art of transformation. As witness, how you all became centaurs in my image and by my spirit. It is now time for you to take on greater roles in a new and more powerful form.

"I do not want you to be frightened of what is about to happen. It is what is destined to be. We need to make the Naga fire burn down to ash while our mighty flame flourishes. I have seen what we are up against and I know what will stand up against that being. You here, my Brothers, every pair of you must unite in purpose and being. You must join, as you have never been able to before. You must place your entire trust in to me and let me guide you. Will you do, now, whatever it takes?"

The Brothers did not hesitate in responding. The shout went up. It shook the leaves on the trees and made the torch flames almost go out. "We will do whatever it takes!"

"Good. Then we shall begin. Calm yourselves. Listen to my voice and my voice alone. Take your lovers hands into your hands and look into your lover's eyes."

Frank and Tim were already doing this, so looking deeper was no problem for them. They moved their hands to clasp together and both centaurs smiled.

"Look to your lover as if their eyes are your eyes. As if what they see, is what you see. Look into the very soul of your partner and feel that soul as your soul. Listen to my voice and prepare for the ultimate communion."

Tim began to feel as if his entire body was tingling. It was an odd, but not uncomfortable feeling. As he looked into Frank's eyes, he could sense something altogether wonderful was beginning to happen. He had always felt as if Frank was a part of him; that, on some level, they were inseparable. He had on many occasions imagined that he had become Frank and Frank had become him. He longed for that closeness and intimacy. He loved Frank so much that he desired to be one with him.

Frank was feeling exactly what Tim was feeling now. He was experiencing the same tingling, the same desire to be joined in a rapturous communion.

They were not alone in their feelings. Across the wide field, all of the partners were enmeshed in the same amazing experience. No eyes strayed to see what might be happening to someone other than their centaur lover's being. No hands stopped clasping. The centaurs were united in pairs to do whatever it took and what Chiron had determined it took was this.

The joining accelerated. A great heat arose over the pairs. Centaurs began to sweat and shake. Their auras started to become visible and the hot air made the glow rising off the hot bodies shimmer the way images of oases appear in the desert. A great hum began and, to a centaur, each was lulled into a fathoms deep trance.

Centaurs began to be absorbed into each other's bodies until each body had four arms and eight legs, a lengthened torso and an even longer trunk. As the lover's eyes were locked onto each other's gaze, their heads moved forward to touch until foreheads were tight against each other, noses rubbed together, while lips felt other lip's moisture. Then in a swift gesture the two faces melded together and thrust out forming one face; a hybrid of the former two separate face's features.

It would have seemed that this physical event was the end of the transformation process. Chiron knew that he needed his new warriors to be a force to be reckoned with. They had to have as much power and agility as he could give them. And so, it came to pass that torso and trunks lengthened and broadened even more. Muscular development increased and new sets of arms and legs grew into place. A track of abdominal muscles extended between the torso and trunk. It was hard and thick with each muscle clearly defined.

Frank and Time had morphed into a giant stallion with six sets of arms and twelve sets of legs. Their united form was covered with a deep black hide like Frank's had been, but with Tim's golden hair on the tail, and feathering around the massive hoofs. The crowning glory atop their new head was curly golden hair falling back to form a thick golden mane.

The new creation looked at itself in wonder. It was in awe of its form and rubbed its muscles, moved its fine body in amazement at the splendor and beauty it beheld.

Standing before Chiron and Pan there were, at the least, eight hundred creatures just like the one formed from the bonding of the former Frank and Tim. There was little talk amongst the new beings. Most were still in a state of delighted shock.

"Brothers. I am pleased at what I am sensing here. I can feel the pleasure you are now experiencing. Please, let yourselves give into it completely. Become acquainted with your new forms and identities. I have made you into these new beings because it was necessary. That does not mean that it is not, also, wonderful. I see you before me and am awed by your power, your majesty, and beauty. You are, indeed, a force to be reckoned with. Do not worry that this change is permanent. Whosoever whishes will be returned to their former selves once we have defeated the Naga. We shall surely do so now that you have become as you are."

Each new creature was coming to terms with what he had become. Where there had been two stud lovers now there was a single mega-stud. The personas had melded together just as the physical beings had. Each one possessing a single super-intelligence to ride astride the massively muscular, multi-limbed body and be absolutely communed.

Tim had willingly surrendered to the stronger nature of Frank. Frank, in turn, accepted those qualities that made Tim so special to him. The new being took a name. He was to be called Rakim. And Chiron spoke into the mega-studs mind, "You Rakim, are my first general. You will lead your fellow mega-studs forward to defeat the Naga. You will truly do whatever it takes, as you have already proved to me."

Rakim stood before Chiron beaming. He could feel the excitement of his herd and it gave him great pleasure, great pride. He was happy to have been the one to say, "yes" first. He would work hard to assure the evil force's defeat.

Chiron turned to his dumbstruck companion, "Now you may have that party you so desire, Hoofed One."

Pan didn't have to be told twice. He waved his arms across the crowd and a fine, rainbow-like twinkling began to rain down on the transformed beings. "Let the real communion begin. Mega-studs take your partners and fuck like crazy. We need to make many more new ones just like you. Breed, Boys, breed!

Across the field a scene of sexual frenzy erupted as studs mounted one another and those in front of the pairings sucked each other's thick and glorious centaur equipment. Soon, the field was littered with centaur sperm and the ecstatic moaning of breeding mega-studs.

Chiron had been aware of the Nagas abilities and matched them. It would be close to impossible for a Naga to transform any centaur now. He had also given the centaurs something the Nagas lacked: hard and powerful hoofs that could break bones with their incredible force. Naga tails were no longer something to be feared; now they were something to be broken, mangled, crushed.

The centaurs were also equipped with the means to reproduce quickly and efficiently, whether through intercourse or by a magical force that each had been gifted with.

Pan had chosen his partner and Chiron graciously acquiesced. The two spent the remainder of the evening drinking satyr wine and exchanging other sweet fluids, as well.

Unbeknownst to the revelers there was one who was not so pleased by what had occurred on the field before him. One who had stepped back into the shadows. He had no partner to meld with. He did not need one. He was perfect as he was. He was the most fully realized and perfect of all the centaurs. No one would turn him into a many-legged freak.

Dean turned away from the sickening orgy cursing the centaur Frank, the one he once knew as "Dad". It was that centaur that had given in so readily and ruined what they all had. It was that one, Dean wanted to make pay. And as he trotted off into the depths of the darkening forest he swore, "I know the exact way to make you pay, Rakim. You're toast!"

To be continued...

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