Lelouch Does Some Research

It was about the point when Lelouch was imagining what sex with CC in these forms would be like and finding it to be... interesting, that she was able to clamp down on the very foreign urges and feelings assaulting her mind and body.

“I'm afraid I'm going with the former though its quite unintentional, I assure you.”

CC pouted at her but said nothing and looked away. The maid shifted towards Lelouch, her pert breasts jiggling distractingly with the movement, “Mistress, if you'd like I'll get your bath started?”

Lelouch couldn't stop herself from taking a look at CC's still hard still massive equine prick and almost lost her train of thought, “Uh...er... No, that won't be necessary. I'm feeling quite... clean enough right now. Thank you.”

Sayoko nodded and then turned and crawled underneath CC.

Lelouch hurriedly backed out of the room, scowling at urge she felt to stick around and observe the proceedings.

CC's voice carried after her in sing-song cadence, “I'll be thinking about you!”

SCENE BREAK

Lelouch stood at her desk, clicking through websites on her computer. News sites. Entertainment sites. Encyclopedias and history sites. Every random little nook and cranny of the internet supported the theory that centaurs were real and perfectly normal. In fact, about forty percent of the world's population were centaurs if this were to be believed. Two sentient races. Humans and centaurs. Two sexually compatible races though their offspring were sterile. It was absolutely ridiculous. But here she was on four hooves.

It seemed throughout most of history, centaurs were either the barbarians at the gate or a downtrodden peasant class quite literally beasts of burden for mostly human dominated societies. That sounded odd to Lelouch since apparently horses didn't exist at all which meant centaurs should have dominated warfare throughout the middle ages.

This dynamic flipped during the Age of Revolution, when Queen Elizabeth III was arrested and **** to abdicate. Thanks in no small part to Dame Rozenwyn Hector, first centaur Knight of One, Elizabeth and her followers escaped to her American colonies. Thanks to Britain's long held policy of encouraging its poor underclass to immigrate to America, there was a majority population of centaurs there. These centaurs who'd long considered themselves full British citizens thanks to the freedoms they'd experienced with an ocean between them and the rest of Britain's xenophobic population quickly became fanatically loyal royalists when the Queen gave birth to a half-breed. It seemed that the Queen and Rozenwyn had gotten to know each other rather more intimately than was strictly proper during the escape from England.

Lelouch's eyes glazed over at the details but over the course of a few generations the royal family went from fully human to scattered with half-breeds and centaurs to completely centaur. She wasn't sure how the Britannian name got in there, but it hardly mattered. None of this made sense. There was no way you could just add an entirely different species of sentient beings and have history come out this close to the other. That was of course as long as her memories of humanity weren't just a dream, a twisted reflection of this reality: the true one.

She clicked the current page closed, revealing the perplexing picture of an iconic artwork of Napoleon Bonaparte. She was a centaur. She. White horse body, rearing up triumphantly with her soldiers both human and centaur in the background. She. Her long brown hair flowed in the wind beneath her distinctive bicorne hat. Noticeably more feminine features. One large breast was thrusting out from Napoleon's inexplicably unbuttoned uniform blouse but that was par for the course with French Revolutionary art. What wasn't usual was the rather pornographic depiction of Napoleon's equine cock hanging thickly and majestically underneath the barrel of her body.

Lelouch licked her lips unconsciously, wondering how much liberty the artist had taken. She shifted on her hooves, feeling a familiar heat radiating from seemingly everywhere.

So big...

Napoleon was reared back so far she was practically standing on her back two legs and yet her girthy shaft seemed to nearly kiss the ground. She stared at the line where the centaur's huge sheath stopped and the glistening pink and brown mottled monster penis began.

If the Knight of One had been half as well endowed, then Lelouch fully empathized with Elizabeth.

It was not lost on Lelouch that her sexual preferences were rather off at the moment but she didn't let it bother her. She'd often thought of puberty itself as an alien influence upon the logical and rational processes of her mind. She'd tried to analyze just what it was about the female breast that so attracted her. But it couldn't be quantified. It was biological. Built in to her system as a boy. A nice creamy pair of well formed breasts simply triggered the proper responses in her body.

That her female centaur body was doing the same thing was no surprise. She imagined her human penis and found it as awkward and unappealing as ever. The shape was all wrong. Ugly. The size- a joke.

“It wasn't that long, you know.” said CC from right next to her and Lelouch jerked, clopping to the side with discomfort at her closeness, once again reminded that the formerly slight girl was bigger than her now. How had she snuck up on her with hooves?

“What?” she asked with a scowl even as her mind kept flashing back to CC's cock.

“Her dick. Pretty ugly actually. Powder burns. She could get...pretty excited during a battle...”

Lelouch turned to look at CC, her concern forgotten, “Wait. Are you saying-”

CC yawned, covering her mouth with one hand. Slowly stepping backwards she said, “I'm going to have to ask you to leave now, Lelou. I can't sleep with the stink of your arousal in my nose.

She was laying down on the pad as Lelouch turned around to face her and found her eyes straying to CC's sheath resting on the blanket as she rolled on to one side. CC caught her looking and smiled softly, shaking her head and wagging a finger, “She's sleeping all tucked up inside now. You missed your chance. That Sayoko...such a fine stable-girl.” Her eyes slide to where the maid was slipping out of the bathroom fully dressed, “Did you get enough for breakfast, dear?”

Sayoko turned and bowed deeply, not a hair out of place, “Yes, mistress. It was most satisfactory.”

CC was already closing her eyes and clearly ignoring her, so Lelouch left deciding it was time to see more of this insane asylum she'd been unkindly sentenced to.

Her black furred tail was fully raised, the end of it curled over her hindquarters and swishing side to side as she followed the maid out of the room.