Exploring Melody.

An erotic story.

The cool of the barn was a pleasant escape from the summer heat, just the two us. I sighed before mumbling, “Look at the state of you, it’s going to take forever to wash all that mud off.” I paused mainly because my employer had a grin from ear to ear, and being the mare she was her reply was classic.

“Don’t you just want to roll in mud some time?”

The idea of females coated in mud did not sound fun to me, even if some males fantasised about it. Yet I could understand why she had done it, it was a hot sunny day, and mud did keep the biting insects under control. “Well, you are certainly making me earn my pay today, Miss Lightdraft.”

Her reply one of frustration. “Belinda how many times, it’s Melody when my family is not around.”

I turned to my bucket to grab a curry comb; it would bring most of the dried mud to the surface. Long strokes starting from her withers, this would take a while. From her flanks the dust, and hair flew. But from the corner of my eye Melody turned to watch me. The one thing most males notice about the female form of a centauride is their breasts, centaurides have no concerns about nudity. I knew that they were certainly larger than mine, and from my biology studies that they had superbly toned musculature. Many did wear support in the form of sports bra when playing games. Why was she smiling, she obviously wanted to ask me something.

“That’s a new shirt, I’ve not seen you wearing it before.”

My face grew red with embarrassment, although if it had the effect I hoped? “Yes, Miss.... I mean Melody, sorry.” The smile widened, and my heart lifted.

“Interesting statement on it, do you profess to enjoy self love? Is their not a young man to have a fumble with, after all you are of legal age.”

Not the question I wanted. “No I....” The memory of that quick grope from Tod, his rough hand on my breast, when he placed my hand on.... Well let’s just say he was very interested, I was not. My knee did the negotiating, that got me labelled a frigid bitch and a cock tease. “Not interested in them, miss.”

“I see, from what I have observed, your males are not as well endowed as our stallions, that must be a disappointment.”

She caught the look of inquiry, before I even uttered, “how?”

“Oh my dear, you may know as colts and fillies we are taught the ins and outs, so to speak. Well you know Jepson the new groom?”

I did indeed, indentured as a very young man. Shy, slowly putting on muscle and thick black locks of hair. Melody continued.

“Well like I could see him watching me from the hay loft, but I pretended not to notice. I was hot and uncomfortable, so I undid my top and made a great show of pouring a bucket of water over me.”

I could not help myself. “What happened?”

“Well he removed his shirt, it must be hot in the loft after all. My dear you know those curls, well I can tell you they go all down his chest. He did not know I could see his reflection in the small mirror on the post I use to check my hair.”

“What did you do?”

“I know what gets a stallion worked up, I was curious to see if it worked on human males.” She placed both hands cupping her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples. “I did just that, and gave a slight moan. Well next thing I know he’s undoing his belt and down comes his leggings, well as I said his cock was not as long nor as thick as a stallion. Yet it was erect and his hand was working it, I was surprised how long he worked it until he spurted.”

“Was it the first time you had seen a human cock?” I was shocked at asking such forthright a question.”

“I could ask you the same? Although I do catch you staring at me when you think I’m not looking, is it a human thing? She paused. “May I ask a personal question?”

My mind raced about what she would ask, pictures flashed unbidden. “Yes, miss.” Yet in my haste I forgot to blank my thoughts.

“You like my breasts?”

If you don’t already know many equine forms can telepath thoughts, but it gives me a headache. “Well, they are bigger than mine.” I walked around to start on the other side. She swung the other way turning to face me on her offside.

“Ouch!” A stamp of a hoof.

“Sorry, miss.” That was a tough snag.

“My own fault, I’ll think twice next time I want to get down and dirty.”

I switched over to a Dandy brush that lifted more dirt and dried mud, by the time I had finished her legs you could say that I had a sweat on. Melody noticed this.

“That’s a good work out for you, I don’t mind if you get a drink, it’s another hot day. Tell you what there’s no one around, take your top off.”

“I’m fine.” My spoken word and Melody’s thought in my head simultaneous.

“That was not a suggestion dear, I want to see what you are complaining about?”

My top did not exactly co-operate as it stuck to me as I lifted my arms over my head, I knew I would blush.

“Very nice, I can’t see the boys not liking those.”

My face was burning with embarrassment, I walked across to get my water bottle, hung my wet top up and drank in silence, my back facing Melody. My mind betrayed me, forming the question I could never ask. “What about females?” I froze. Melody was sure to sack me for such impertinence. Turning around I splutted, water dripping down the valley between my breasts. Quick, do something, change the subject. “Well miss you’re nearly three, you’ll be looking for a fine stallion to start a herd of your own no doubt?”

Silence.

Dad will kill me if I lost this job, mother might even throw me out with no board being paid. I replaced the cap on my bottle, put it down. Placed the Dandy brush in the bucket and grabbed a soft body brush. Walking over turning my face away brushing gently, awaiting her anger.

“Interesting, are you just curious about , or something scandalous to tell?”

My stupid brain envisioned my dreams, in full colour and sound.

“Well, well. That is interesting.”

I buried my head in shame, my face pressing against her warm flank. Before another thought formed.

“I do believe, your nipples are pressing into me.”

“I am so sorry; I don’t know what I was thinking?”

“I have certainly no doubt what you were thinking, human.”

At that point I knew my job was terminated, I walked over to where my top was hanging up.

A simple statement in a monotone voice. “You have not finished your duties.”

I had never heard her so in control. “Just your hooves to do.” I could not keep the miserable tone out of my voice, as I replaced the brush and picked up a hoof pick. Melody had nice, trimmed hooves, regularly serviced by the local farrier. A strapping man, Harris by name.

“He is also very hairy, have you never seen him with his top off?”

I this point I could not be bothered to reply, such was the depth of my misery, my back turned to her offside leg. My hands tapped the back of it, and she bent it allowing me to clamp it between my thighs. Melody’s pictures in my head, before she added.

“I do believe you have never been serviced by a man?”

What a farce that had been, more of a quick fumble in the shade of a hay barn. Her mind was on that like a flash.

“I see, some young colts can also be so inexperienced, and make such a mess.”

She had gone too far, gathering my courage I thought.“You bloody mare, STAY OUT OF MY HEAD.”

Again a hoof stamp, as hot wet tears streamed down my face. Melody paused before saying.

“Yet you like the feel of my warm stiff leg between your thighs, you cannot say otherwise. Don’t think I cannot feel how wet and aroused you are getting dear, nor the heady perfume that floods out of you.”

“I’m not…”

“Aroused? I am being rude, forgive me. I do however have a very good working knowledge of how humans do it, lust makes even the most careful into fools. The stable staff can be most enlightening, when they think they are alone.”

My mind again betrayed me, the first one I had seen. Melody's reply was forgiving.

“My dear, your poor human male has nothing on being serviced by a stallion, and yes, I do believe I require a good wash down. As do you, after all we don’t want any rutting males do, we?”

My voice waivered. “You’re not angry with me, I mean you have every right…”

Melody interrupted. “Females can have just as much fun with each other, is that what you want to hear? I do believe you are blushing again. You forget one thing my dear, although I am quite flexible, I cannot reach the itch that needs scratching so to speak. I envy you.”

I paused; this was interesting. Melody sent me a very racy vision, one that involved things even I understood. My fingers could reach and do what she could not, bring herself to completion. That moment of shuddering bliss, the loss of control as it overwhelmed me. Not crying out, as my body shook, so as not to wake my parents.

Melody continued. “As you have removed most of the mud, let’s finish off in the wet room.”

My anger surfaced unbidden. “You have a wet room, then why have I spent so much time and effort…?”

Melody smiled before replying. “Our stallion gets upset if we block the drains with mud and debris, come follow me.”

Grabbing my top, struggling to put it on. Well, I never, most humans were never allowed in a centaur’s home, unless they were serving staff. Face it as a groom I’m pretty much low down of the social ladder, the thought of a shower, bliss. I caught up with Melody.