It's the Interwebs. Of course there's centaur porn.

Centaursite has everything. Crowned with an image of its creator, Argon (see above), the page promises to take us deep into the world of centaur art, stories, books, photographs (ie, photoshopped nudie pics), with a short detour into mermaid-related stuff. Not only does Argon share his image with us -- as well as those of many ample-bosomed lady centaurs -- he also tells about himself as a centaur. Read below the fold for an exerpt from Argon's story "Becoming a Centaur."

Argon has produced a meandering tale of a guy who wakes up as a centaur, checks himself out, and spends a lot of time negotiating with his uncle about how much he can eat in his new horsey body:

I had come home from my job, eaten dinner, ate a few cookies as I
watched a little TV, and had lain down to sleep. I drifted off fairlyquickly, and the rest of the night had seemed uneventful. The nextthing I was aware of was a crash and a feeling of vertigo as my bedcollapsed on the floor . . .

As I rose I knocked over the night stand, spilled the glass of waterand the lamp that was on it, and nearly knocked myself senseless as myhead hit a plant hanging from the ceiling. Luckily the fall didn'tcause the bulb to break, and it continued to shine as I tried to getmyself under control. As I looked down My eyes saw a broad chest,
falling smoothly into well developed abdominal muscles which blendedinto a flat sheet of muscle that split into a pair of legs that endedin hooves. My body just below my abs was covered with smooth white furor hair, and I noticed that the area between these legs was devoid ofwhat had been in this area all my life. It had been replaced by whatlooked like a second chest. I immediately turned at the waist and sawwhat I had somehow expected. A horse's body flaring out from my hips toblend with the equine shoulders of my lower body, narrowing at thewaist and spreading out into broad hindquarters where a tail hungswishing, seemingly of it's own accord. I naturally had to wave itaround, and found it easy to do. I noticed that it was blond, making anice contrast to the white of my lower body.

Argon's uncle responds really well to this development. He shows up and immediately vows to help Argon, with this winning bit of dialogue:

"I'll meet you back here as soon as I can get things set up. It may take me a few hours, will you be all right 'til I get back?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, "But how about bringing backsomething to eat? Horses eat a lot. And I guess you can figure it out,
I'm going to eat a lot too."

"No problem son, I can get all food youwant. You just relax and get ready and I'll see you before lunch."

I always wanted to be a giant centaur with wings and magic powers, myself. But I never paused to think about the food question.

"Becoming a Centaur" [via Centaursite.com]