Zach, Debbie and Sue were a threesome. They lived together, and they ... lived together. It was not always like this, it had started three years earlier. Zach had attended a charity auction at the local ponygirl club which was being held to raise money to send to the flood victims of New Orleans. The ponygirls in the club were being auctioned off for one week's service to the successful bidder. They would then be returned to their previous owner or released of any obligation. Debbie and Sue were independent ponygirls who did not belong to anyone, but simply enlisted the assistance of a friend to act as their groom. They were already good friends.

Zach was independently wealthy. His father had loved to play the stock market, and had bought into the dot com companies in the 1990's and had quite a large portfolio of stocks that he had bought for pennies a share, and then they had increased in value to be worth sometimes over $100 per share. Zach's father died in 2000 and left his estate to his only child. Zach had no interest in the stock market and had rolled his dot com shares over into gold, and then left it alone. We know what happened next.

Anyway, to get back to the story. Zach bought the two ponygirls at the auction, and after the week was up, asked them if they would like to stay with him. They agreed. For almost three years they played ponygirls and groom, sometimes also the girls took a turn at being the groom while Zach was suited up as a ponyboy. Zach had purchased a nice little ranch and had built a nice stable with comfortable stalls for ponygirls, a tack room, and an office for the groom. Each of the three had the necessary harnesses and pony hoof boots to fit them. Zach bought a nice little racing sulky that could be configured to fit either one or two ponies, and they used it often. Things went on well for two years or more, but the three of them were starting to get bored of the same old thing, and wanted a change.

One day as they were having lunch, Zach said that he had an idea that wanted to run by the girls. What did they think of centaurs? They all agreed that they were really cool, but such things don't really exist. Zack then said, I have been thinking about an idea to make a centaur, and I will explain it to you. It is a bit complicated, and you will have to buy into the idea because it will require a long term commitment. He proceeded to explain his idea to Debbie and Sue, and their eyes widened and their smiles spread across their faces and both together they said Yes, Let's do it!

The Making of a Centaur

OK said Zach. For the first centaur, we will use the two of you. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. Heads or tails. Winner is the head and loser gets the tail. Zach flipped the coin, Sue called heads. It was tails, Sue lost, she would get the tail. Zach had been sure the girls would want to try this, so he had all the necessary supplies prepared in advance. The first step would involve some casting. Since Debbie was to be the head, she needed a body jacket cast that would go from the top of her hips to just below her breasts. Sue was going to be the back of the horse, and she would need a minerva cast from the top of her head to her waist. Since a centaur only has one pair of arms, Sue's arms would be bound to her body, inside the cast, straightjacket style, so she could not use them at all. Zach began to work on the girls, putting first stockinette, then cast padding, then black fiberglass casting tape. Soon both girls were in their respective casts, and were also wearing their pony hoof boots. Now to join them together. The top of Sue's head was attached to the small of Debbie's back with lots of fiberglass tape. The two casts came together in an L shape and created the perfect centaur. Since Sue was the back of the centaur she faced the ground, and could only move her hips and legs. They had decided that whoever was the back would be deprived of most sensory stimulus by making a mask of the fiberglass tape that would enclose the tail's face also. Small plastic reservoirs were built into the cast on either side of Sue's head and plastic tubes led to a bit built into the mask that had two holes to deliver water and liquid food to her mouth. The mask was held by velcro to the body of the cast, and could be quickly taken off in an emergency. The signal for its removal was three quick stomps of Sue's hoof on the floor or ground. Before the mask was attached, Sue told the others that she only wanted the mask removed if she gave the signal. And that she would only do so in an extreme emergency, like if she was choking or having trouble such as vomiting. The nostrils were open for breathing.

The last necessity was a chain rigging to coordinate the legs. It involved two lengths of chain with cuffs on each end, These were small gauge chains like a dog's choke collar. A short chain with a large ring on the end was cast onto the belly of the “tail”, so that once the chains were cuffed around the ankles of the girls, they crossed through the ring. As the head moved her foot forward, the chain tightened and lifted the tail's opposite foot, giving the signal that it was time to walk. Since Sue was without the normal senses of hearing and sight, these chains were the only way for Debbie to let her know they were going to walk forward. Walking backwards was not going to be easy and would require Zach to tap Sue's legs with a crop to signal the need to walk backwards. Because of the stiffness of the cast, Debbie could not reach back to touch any part of Sue's bare skin. Walking in this rig would require a great deal of practice, and they started right away.

My Centaur

Hi! I'm Zach. Let me tell you about my centaur. Debbie and Sue have been my ponygirls for almost three years and we decided to try something new, a centaur. Sue lost the coin toss, so she is the tail end of the beast. Debbie is standing tall as usual, perhaps a little straighter as her back is in a jacket cast to which is attached Sue. The back of the centaur, I'm afraid, has a bum deal, pun intended. Sue is completely casted from her waist up, and is attached at right angle to Debbie's back. She has a mask over her face, and has lost both her sight and hearing as a result. Her body is parallel to the ground and only her breasts emerge from the cast. Not only that, but she gets to wear the tail, a long plume of real horse hair attached to a butt plug. Once I finished casting them and rigging up the chains that will tell Sue when to move her feet, I walk them to the carousel in the yard and get ready for them to train. I decide to let Debbie hold the lead with her hands, as I don't want them hurt if they stumble or fall. Debbie can just let go. After a while on the slowest speed, things are going well. The chains are working correctly and Sue is keeping pace. I turn the speed up a bit and they begin a slow trot. Since they are both very well trained ponygirls, I am pleased to see that they are picking up their hooves quite well. Of course Debbie can bring her knees up so that her thighs are level with the ground, but Sue's body position prevents that. Finally I stop the carousel and lead them to the stable. I take them to a clean stall where there are granola bars and a water bottle for Debbie. Since she has use of her hands she can eat people food, but tonight she wants it to be something a little closer to horse food. Sue's cast has built in reservoirs for water and liquid food, and I will make sure they are kept full. Sue can draw in on the bit in her mouth whenever she is thirsty or hungry. By putting her tongue over the hole of the one she doesn't want, she will only get the one she does. Without using her tongue, she will get some of both. Debbie and Sue had talked at length about being a centaur while we were getting ready, and decided that they would try to sleep standing up. They had done it before in ponygirl tack, and this wasn't much different, so after removing Sue's tail, I leave them there for the night. As I walk back to the house I think about my centaur. Debbie's long flowing black hair tied up in a ponytail looks great against the black fiberglass of the centaur cast. I wonder how Sue is enjoying her confinement. Knowing how her mind thinks, I'm sure she is loving every minute of it.

On Being a Centaur

Hi! I'm Debbie and I'm a centaur. I am really only the front half of a centaur, but I feel like the whole thing. Sue, my hind end, is in a mindless state and just does what is expected of her. She has no other choice. Sometimes it feels like she isn't even awake, and I have to pull quite hard on the chains connecting our legs to make her walk. Once she gets going she is OK, but I think she is asleep a lot of the time. I have the easy half, as I can use my arms and hands. Zach brings me my meals most of the time and we eat together in the stable. Last weekend we went to a ponygirl event. We entered the show pony contest and won it quite easily. Everyone was very impressed, and I must remember to tell Sue about it when the cast comes off next week. I'm sure she doesn't even know we went. There were a lot of people asking if we were thinking of starting a centaur club, and Zach and I discussed it. We've decided to call it Club Centauri, and already have had requests for membership. We may need a bigger stable.

Reflections from a Horse's Ass

Hi! My name is Sue. I am writing this after one month of being the back end of a centaur. Zach has already explained how he made us into a centaur and how the casts and chains and food and water worked, so I am just going to describe my feelings. First let me say that I love the feeling of being casted, and the bigger the better, so the cast was no problem. The fact that my body was parallel to the ground took a little getting used to, as it upset my balance and made me a bit dizzy at first, especially since I couldn't see or hear. Debbie was very secure on her feet, though, and since I was firmly attached, I had to follow wherever she went. The chains even prevented me from having a mind of my own, as they lifted my feet and moved them forward whenever Debbie took a step. After a while, my feet just followed without me having to think much about it. The sensory deprivation was something I had never quite experienced before, and it was almost as if I was not even there. Having absolutely no control over myself was a very unusual feeling for me, and as the days passed, everything seemed to blur together. I was aware when we were walking, but really didn't care anymore. The only time I nourished myself was if my stomach complained of hunger or my mouth of thirst, and I usually just took a strong sip of both together and carried on. I began to have no idea of day or night, or even if I was awake or sleeping. When we were training on the carousel, I would zone out and only realize the time had passed when we were finished and there was an obvious change in the routine. I assumed that when we were standing for a long time that it was night, but we could have trained under the spotlights at night and slept all day and I wouldn't have known any difference. Sometimes I could feel the wind or sun on my backside and legs, so I assumed we were outside then. Every so often I would feel Zach writing on my bum with his finger. When I told him I didn't want the mask off unless it was an emergency, we agreed upon a writing system. So he would write O K ? on my cheek and I would stomp my hoof once for yes, twice for no. M O ? was the question for Mask Off? Of course I always answered yes for OK and no for mask off. I don't know how often he asked me these questions. I think quite often in the first few days, but then less. Debbie told me we went to a show last week and won a prize. I didn't even know we went.

All in all this has been a sort of “Out of Body” experience that has certainly been different and also very erotic. Sex is always part of our friendship, and Zach and I were able to have sex during the past month. Most of the time he would take me from behind like another horse, but I could tell that he was also laying across my cast, as he could fondle my uncasted breasts. These were the times when my remaining senses were the most aroused. One time we tried to lie down in the hay with Deb and I on our side, but it wasn't very successful. On many occasions, I could tell from the giggling up and down that Zach and Deb were having lots of fun at the front end of the centaur. Yesterday I was interrupted from a mindless daze by Zach writing ALL DONE on my butt. I then heard the cast saw going and cutting along the sides of the cast. I stomped twice with my hoof, but he didn't stop cutting. I heard the velcro being separated on my mask, and I felt air on my face for the first time in a month. At first, I couldn't open my eyes because of the brightness, but as the cast came off I opened them a little bit. I was lying on my side as the cast came off and I just lay there unable to move. My arms were so stiff I couldn't move them at all at first, and then only a bit as Zach massaged them and bent them gently. Debbie's back was a bit stiff, but otherwise she was none the worse for wear. I, on the other hand, needed a long relaxing bubble bath and 24 hours in bed before I was moving freely again. Zach carried me to the bath and bed, he is so good to us. In a week we are going to do it again, but this time I get to be the groom. Zach will be the front and Debbie will get to be the horse's ass. She tells me she can't wait.

Club Centauri was a great success. Several centaurs were “built” and there was lots of play between them. We even had our own centaur event, with lots of different contests, and prizes for the winners. Zach had his turn as the back of the horse, but admitted afterward that he preferred to be the front or the groom. Debbie is the back end right now and Sue is the front. They have been this way for over two months, but I'll bet that Deb still thinks it hasn't been a month yet. When you are in there you lose all notion of time. We'll leave her there a little longer. She will need a week to limber up her arms after this. It's a good thing she gets to be the groom next.