CENTAUR THEORY

He lived in the forest at the back of an urban nightmare, streets ahead were lost in smog and noise BEEP BEEP Get Off BEEP! the road you BEEP lunatic? Gotta dollar? FAGGOT BEEP! BEEP! SCrreeeEEEEECH. This, a city of suits and scum girls in red with blackened eyes and voices like claws. He lived in the forest where it was quiet and simple and he could hide from the stares that coloured him bruised and silent.

He lived in a small hut he'd fashioned from loose bark and hair from his tail and fallen trees he liked to imagine with some poetic license were oak (not knowing the difference between any sort of trees at all). "WHAT ARE YOU?" The crowds had jeered. "What is it?" a small child had said in a stage whisper, clinging to their mother's skirt. And he had cried. He cried every morning when he brushed his teeth, as he had his shower as he ate his breakfast, right up until lunch time when he would have a small break and make a cup of tea using the water from his tears. Then he would cry in the afternoon, the evening, and he would try to dry his eyes on the pillow as he lay his tired, damp head to sleep. Soon he had created a moat around his hut which threatened daily to overflow and collapse with the amount of water gushing daily through it. He built a beautiful water feature which he cried in to and sometimes he stopped crying when he realised he was thankful noone was here to see him like this, or see him at all, even if he did wish someone could see the lovely water feature he had built with his own two hands and a little help from his two hooves. "I'm a centaur." He sobbed.
"No." He looked at his reflection in the water that surrounded him. "I'm a man."

One day a young girl had ran from the noise of the streets through the glaring buildings and the black white grey red of the people that filled them and stumbled across his little hut. "What strange water!" She remarked to herself. "It looks so sad. But how can it be?" It pained her to look to the water but she compelled herself to continue towards the centaur's house. She took off her shoes, and her socks, and set about to wade through the moat. It was then she saw the centaur huddled over his water feature, tears streaming down his face. "You will be walking through my tears." He said.
"Yes." She stopped. "But so can you." The centaur shook his head.
"Why are you so sad?" She asked. "You have a beautiful house, peace and quiet and such lovely surrounds! Not to mention fresh running water. After all, there's water restrictions back in the city. But, I do wish you weren't so sad. What is the matter?" The Centaur crossed the moat, and lifted the young girl off the ground and on to his back and crossed back through the water.
"I am a man. But I have been born with this body."
"You are the most beautiful being I have ever seen." (The girl didn't reveal that she had always wanted a pony, feeling this might be seen as a bit insensitive.)
"I fled the city after many years of torment."
"But you are still tormented. Why? Because of who you are?"
The centaur nodded sadly.
"But you are More than a man. You are a masterful water feature maker, and I'm sure you have other skills and attributes besides that. And I bet you have a really swell smile."
The corners of the centaur's mouth began to creep in to the beginnings of a smile.
The young girl thought.
"I think, you are very lucky. I don't know much about centaurs but I do know you are very, very special. You understand life in a different way than those that are just 'man'. Besides which, most men I know are yukky."
"But I am a man."
"Oh yes, I know that. And so much more. And not because of your body, although that is beautiful and perfect in it's own way. Your body folds differently than others and it has seen and experienced things that no other body has experienced. These hooves have walked you through your life. But it is not just this that makes you beautiful. It is all the other things that make you you. These are the things that make you man, centaur, spirit."
The centaur began to weep again, but this time it was through happiness.
"You are right." He conceded, and he looked in to the water and managed a smile. "I'm a man. That I know. And I'm a centaur. And I'm me."
"And," the young girl said with a cheeky grin "you're beautiful." and she kissed him on his reddening cheeks.

He said 'of course you can eat me sweetheart' she swallowed her salivation, kissed him with a gently opened mouth. my what big teeth...the thought echoed from her throat, her teeth glinting in his light and she swallowed him whole.

(Only i wouldn't- I would savour every morsel, chew 100 times a bite so I would never have my full of you.)