Going to Uni

Author note: Although the videos by JustMalcom are linked to this story thread, I will be drawing from my own experience, therefore changing the dialogue from a US perspective to a UK perspective.

You and Zephyr had both gotten into Monstrum University. For you, it was a chance to experience a wider range of people that this world had to offer, rather than your girlfriend being the only non-humanoid in your small town.

For Zephyr, it was a chance to interact with other non-humanoids and not stand out. Looking around, she spotted that there were even other centaurs here. She spotted one, who looked like a third-year, carrying a mermaid on her back.

It was fresher, and all the new students were wandering around checking out the campus and signing up for sports or social clubs. You spotted an old friend who had just stepped away from looking at a club's booth. "Oh, my gods, It's Connie." You gasped. "She used to live in town before moving away after her mum got arrested and her dad got custody. I haven't seen her since primary school, but I recognise her face from her socials. I'm going to go catch up; you wanted to check out the Taur clubs. Catch me once you have." You explained to Zephyr at lightning speed and rushed over to greet your old friend.

Zephyr looked over to where Malcom was pointing and saw a few girls, any one of whom could be Connie. She talked to the representatives of the taur clubs and ended up signing up for the Taur-lettics club (Athletics club for those with Taur bodies). They had mentioned a joint venture with the humanoid athletics club, competing in Taurbording. Taurbording was a hybrid sport combining equine/taur events with skateboarding. A taur would have a modified waterskiing tether attached to a harness. They would run a course while pulling a human on an off-road skateboard. It was based on an equine hybrid sport called horseboarding, but was safer, having combined rider and horse into one taur, that would not spook if the tow line hit their flank.

Zypher was all excited about asking Malcom about it when she looked over and saw him talking to a Blonde drider wearing only a grey sports bra.

You were catching up quickly with Connie. Turns out her mother had been illegally using fine print in her business contracts to force female employees to be "soragat", to carry her egg sack. Connie and all her surviving siblings, who survived Adelphophagy, were born this way and is how her father got full custody. You couldn't help thinking how beautiful Connie had gotten. You hadn't seen her in person since primary school, before her breasts developed. You caught yourself glancing down at them. The sports bra was leaving little to the imagination. You had kept up on her socials, but she didn't post many shots showing more than her face. Having grown up in your town, she had developed some body image issues. They had only gotten worse when her drider nature was linked to her mother's arrest. It seemed now she was in uni, seeing all the different races around, she was finally coming out of her carapace. Not literally. Her shed day was next month, the time each year a drider sheds their old carapace and grows (linked to their birthday but not always on the same day). Your mind had wandered as she had been talking about the clubs she was thinking of joining. What had she just said? Had she asked you a question? How long had you been looking at her chest not her face? Your mind vagly recalled her saying something about what you wanted to do this year. "Yes, I might sign up for the athletics team this year." You replied quickly as you looked back up at her face.

"You should. You're so fit." Connie said, leaning in. She had always had a bit of a crush on Malcom, made worse when she was forced to move away just as she entered puberty and started having feelings about boys. She used to fantasise about him being her boyfriend. She missed out on having a relationship in school, claiming that she had a boyfriend back in her hometown. She had kissed him goodbye, and to her prepubescent brain, that had been a life-changing first kiss. Her puberty-filled brain held on to that kiss, building fantasies of him coming to find her and them being together forever. She had just about gotten over him, having asked a guy out only to be rejected. She had thought Uni would be a fresh start. No one knew the crimes her mum committed. No fantasy boyfriend holding her back. The reputation of Uni being where you could be free, sleep around, and find yourself. But then HE turns up, out of nowhere. He found her again, and her dreams could come true. Suddenly, a massive bay centaur woman comes trotting up in a pink jumper and black backpack.

"What's going on." Zephyer says as you turn to face her. Her tone is stern. Her tail flicked in annoyance.

"Nothing, I was just talking to Connie." You reply. You hope she hadn't noticed you zoning out, staring at her breasts. She was fit, but you loved Zephyr.

"Talking, She was hitting on you." Zephyr replied, the jealousy leaking out as her tone of voice got angry. Malcom had told her about Connie. How she was his childhood best friend but had moved away when her mum went to jail. He had neglected to mention she was a Drider and a hot chick. "I could see you staring at her boobs from across the quad." Her face turned sour, and she reared up into an aggressive stance that male centaurs often take to defend their herd from rivals. "You better leave my boyfriend alone, or I will break all eight of your scrony little legs." She threatened. She felt her heavy stallion sheath dangling. Her equine cock stirred a bit. Was she jealous of Connie talking to Malcolm or Malcolm talking to Connie? Did she want to be the one that Connie was flurting with?

"HUU!" Connie gasped. She saw the intimidating display from Malcolm's girlfriend, or boyfriend, or whatever. He fantacies broken, although possibly replaced with being dominated by the hermaphrodite centaur. While Malcom was webbed up, helpless but turned on. His hard cock pressed against her silk. But for now, the best course of action was to retreat. She backed up and scurried off as fast as her eight legs could carry her.