It Isn’t Easy Being “Hung Like A Human”
It isn’t easy being half man, half horse and getting your genitalia from your father’s side. Whilst all my mates are wondering around the country side packing a member that they could use to beat small mammals to death with, I instead wander around with this tiny man dick.
And before all you humans tell me “it isn’t all that bad”, have you ever tried to mount a female centaur? I don’t get within a foot of getting it in, and that is if the female even gives me half a look in, which given my plight, many simply won’t do.
And at least humans can reach their privates, no matter how small they are. Have you ever seen centaur arms? I can’t even scratch my belly, let alone offer myself any sort of hand relief.
And the taunts and the teasing! My god, who ever knew other centaurs could be so cruel? “Chiron not on” is one name I get called. “Can’t-get-on” another. And if I hear one more horse phallused centaur say to me “isn’t that your jockey’s?” I will absolutely scream.
What’s more, it isn’t like they make penis pills for Centaurs, and the one Doctor I approached about a transplant from a real horse refused to work with me. I tell ya, it is enough to make a centaur as mad as heck.
That is probably why I try so hard to excel. I am always in the gym working out, and no one can run 5 furlongs like I can. And the fighting! Many a centaur has rued the day he chose to call me “man dick”. I may not pack much in the lovin’ department, but I sure do pack a mean kick when provoked.
I only hope that one day I can find a nice female to settle down with, one that can see past my tiny member, and see the real, living, breathing, feeling Centaur underneath.

