	Spring was right around the corner. It was somewhat of a chilly March day, but snow was melting into slush and the icicles were shrinking away. Deelette could still see the condensing vapors of her breath when she entered the mall with Aggie and Janice. She was 14 now, and didn't need an adult to chaperone her around everywhere. 
	"It still, like, blows my mind just how lucky you are, Dee." said Janice.
	"It's not I planned for it to happen." Deelette responded, shaking out her emerald-green tentacle-hair. Boy, was she glad her emerging state of womanhood was going smoother than expected; only being half-succubus. 
	"But still!" Aggie interjected, spreading her feathery arms out for a few flaps over the ground. "You're still going out with THE Tiberius Phillipi! Could you really ask for anyone better in our grade?"
	Deelette considered this. "Mmmmmm.....Well, probably not." she conceded. "I mean, Tibe asks me out just days away from the JV basketball state finals, and I say yes. Then, he makes the last-second 3-pointer that wins our team the title. And to think I almost turned the sweet colt down!"
	"Yeah!" said Janice. "I hear that Delilah is still pulling her hair out after betting on the wrong horse-or should I say tiger!"
	"Oh, you mean Kenny?" asked Deelette, with the image of a tiger-boy's barbed prick briefly flashing in her mind. "Oh, he's not that bad either. Plus, he deserves some credit too; being JV captain and all."
	"I know, but you and I were there!" Aggie reminded her. "You don't forget an impossible shot like that! It was shown on the evening news! Even the seniors invited you and Tibe to their table the day after."
	"Okay, okay, I admit it." Deelette stated, put her hands and her tentacles up to cease the werewolf and harpy's comments. "I'm not going to deny that I'm a lucky girl in that regard. But that popularity won't last forever. Unless Tibe manages to beat every track and field record this season, a VERY high-competition sport for centaurs like him-" Delette reminded her friends. "We probably won't see anything like that for a while. But, you never know what'll surprise you....."


	Meanwhile, across town......

	
	On 4 lithe, but powerful legs, and clad in his school's letter jacket and baggy, specially made, sweatpants, Tiberius carefully trotted over towards his girlfriend's house; and not just because he was minding the remaining ice on the sidewalk. The 15-year-old centaur knew Delette was going to the mall with her friends, but he was going over there to meet with someone else he knew had a solution with a problem of his.
	*HONK*
	"Yo! Tibe!"
	Tibe turned his head behind him to see a blue sedan pull over towards him with two young men with patches of orange fur and black stripes over their faces and paws. He recognized the closer one as his classmate and teammate, Kenny Macmillan. And driving him was Aaron, the Varsity basketball captain and Kenny's older brother. Both of them wore their high school letter jackets, just like Tibe was.
	"What do you want this time, Kenny? Another rematch?" Tibe asked.
	"Just passing through." Kenny said "You seriously dating that Deelette girl?"
	Tibe looked flustered. Can he really call it dating? There was that time she kissed him last summer, but..."Of course I am!" he utterly responded. 
	"Even after 'tricking' you into that girly getup during homecoming week?" Kenny inquired, mimicking quotation marks with his furry fingers on the word 'tricking'. Tibe sure didn't forget that day-but there was no time to reminisce something so embarrassing. Two can play the banter game.
	"At least I actually have a girlfriend, Mr. Ow-I-brusied-my-paw-jerking-off-my-barbed-penis-in-the-locker-room!"
	Behind Kenny, Aaron said "Ohhhhh! Shots fired!"
	"Well....er....I...uh....." Kenny stumbled thinking up of a comeback. "...Well, unlike you, I can actually reach my junk! You have to, uh, slap yourself against your belly with a hindleg! So, Ha!" Tibe didn't look offended in the slightest.
	After a long pause, Tibe finally responded. "Look, I get it. You're still jealous that I was the one who scored the winning basket. But you had it too, man. You just happened to miss that rebound. Lucky I was there, right?" He really needed to go.
	Kenny's face re-scrunched in irritation, letting out a low, feline growl. "See you later, Tibe." He rolled up the window as Aaron drove off with him. 
	Tibe resumed his pace, pondering that last response: '...Well, unlike you, I can actually reach my junk?'  'Slap myself against my belly with a hindleg?' 
	"Oh Kenny, you have no idea at all, do you? No idea at all....."


	In no time, he reached Deelette's house and rang the doorbell. Moments later, Demona, horns and tentacles and all, opened the door to see the young stallion on her doorstep.
	"Tiberius Phillipi. Local basketball champion. I got your call. Now why don't you come in and tell me what this is about?"
	He stepped inside and calmly followed Demona into her living room, with the smell of caked slime and semen in the air. Ever since her announcement last summer about her true succubus nature (and her hermaphroditic gender and being Deelette's father) to Deelette and her close friends, he felt both easy and uneasy around Demona; knowing what to expect of her-yet still trying to grasp of her degree of her diabolic sexual deviancy. At least she acted like a normal parent would concerning Deelette. Tiberius stood in front of Demona who took a seat on her couch.
	"Well you see, I have this problem, right around when I starting Deelette last week...."
	"ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH MY DAUGHTER?!" she roared, invoking a deep, demonic voice. Tibe cowered towards a corner.
	"NO! No-no-no-no-no-no!" Tibe pleaded, white with fear. "That's the last thing, the ABSOLUTE last thing I want. This isn't about her, it's about me."
	Demona realized her fault by dramatically jumping to conclusions. "Tibe, I am SO sorry! I don't know what got over me. Anyway-did you talk to her at all about this before coming to me?" she asked in a much softer tone.
	"Well, no. I'm too embarrassed to tell her this, and you would know how the exact solution to my problem."
	"And what exactly is this problem that made you go to me first before anyone else?"
	Tibe sighed. "Can you keep a secret?"
	"Absolutely. You have my word. I've kept more secrets than any man or woman has in a lifetime." Demona said.
	"Alright, just don't faint when I expose it." Tibe warned, turning his bobbed, black tail towards the shape-shifting succubus. He reached and tugged the sweatpants covering his rear legs downwards, revealing a modest equine backside for his breed, bound by several layers of white sports tape wrapping around and underneath his hindquarters.
	Demona slowly watched him unravel the straps covering his crotch. Now she understood why he came to her. Tibe must've concluded that since she was some expert on reproductive tracts, she would give him proper medical advice; something he should've brought up to his parents or a centaur doctor. It was probably nothing- maybe just an oddly-shaped flare, or an overly-large sheath, or a pair of testes the size of basketballs-
	Demona blinked and rubbed her eyes. As the sports tape layers became thinner and thinner, more oversized nutsack descended into the succubus' view. Even for a centaur, those are huge. His father didn't come even close to being half that big, and she knew that from plenty of times they've met. Tibe's sheath was the same story, and it looked more fitting on a hulking heavyweight centaur juggernaut than on him. 
	"Hey!" Tibe snapped. "Less drooling and more answers, please." Demona looked down to see her lust-fueled saliva was indeed leaking out of the corner of her mouth. She wiped the drool off and stood up, attempting to peel her eyes away from those giant balls.
	"R-r-r-right. So.....uh.....when did you first notice this happening?" Demona stuttered.
	"A little over a week ago." Tibe responded. "And no, I didn't come into contact with any hazardous or radioactive waste. I never even ate anything weird or got injected with anything." 
	Demona got another glimpse at his mammoth crotch. Demona was stunned at its sheer size, even at its soft, relaxed state. "Just imagine....when..... hard......" the succubus softly uttered; in a daze.
	"What was that?" Tibe asked.
	"Oh! Uh- Can you still, you know, get hard?" Demona quickly rebutted, trying not to look distracted. "Like....not feeling dizzy from the....diverted blood flow?"
	"Of course I can get hard....."
	"Whew! That's good." Demona sighed in relief. A cock that size that can't get an erection would mean trouble and misfortune to her.
	"Except it's not! Trying to hide it hard is impossible without industrial-strength like these." Tibe said, pointing to his shed sports tape. "And even then, it's fucking painful! And that's just when I'm standing still! A centaur is born to run! But not when all 4 legs are getting chaffed up from the friction with monster-sized dick and balls!"
	'All four legs?' Demona thought. It's long and thick enough to make contact with his front legs? Tibe had to be at least 6'6" tall, and just as long. Still, oddly short for a teenage centaur. Most of them pass them the 7-foot mark at his age. Then again, his father, Vasily was one of those smaller, light-weight breeds that don't get as big. Still, a horsecock like that could still surpass his front legs! And those heavy, musky balls! They gotta store gallons of that seed!
	".....Now that you mention it though-" Tibe continued, "I don't feel faint or dizzy from the what-would-be lack of blood to my brain. Maybe it's because centaurs have two hearts? I don't know. But hard or not, I feel no different."
	Demona still listened attentively. "And it can still stay hard?"
	"Yeah. just like any normal erection. Even after I cum!" Tibe said.
	Demona looked deep in thought; still trying to keep her double-dicks under control. 'Did that young stallion with the mega-dick just imply he could pull off multiple orgasms? Oh, Demona, you're in a catch-22. Tiberius is a friend and Delette's boyfriend. Asking him to get hard and cum for me like some mindless slut, and he'd break up with Deelette and never speak to me again. But this could be my only chance to sample from him! Oh wait-I got it!' she looked surprised.
	"Tibe, from what you've told me and the look of you at your "soft state", I can't tell what's causing your condition."
	"Well that was bust. Sorry for disturbing you." Tibe turned to re-apply another roll of tape before leaving.
	"But-" Demona interjected, grabbing his shoulder. "-I know someone who can. But you're going to have to trust me again; because I'm gonna need a semen sample from you."
	Tibe looked taken-back. "A what now?" Did Demona really just suggest-
	"I know someone who does specific clinical and medical tests on extra-species. And I know for a fact that many races, even yours, would have anomalous readings found in their cum." Demona explained.
	"Wouldn't blood make more sense?" Tibe argued.
	"True, but this method is much safer." Demona pointed out.
	"Good point." the centaur grumbled. "But still-"
	"Tibe, I was really going to demand to see your hard-on and watch you cum, I would've done so the moment you showed your 'little' secret. Plus, I'm giving you the opportunity to let you do your business in private; but I think you'll need more than a cup to collect it." 
	That was a very good point from her. A truly unhinged succubus would be raping him right now-if not get a video camera to tape his ejaculation. 
	"-And if you refuse, then that's fine with me too. But just remember: you did come to me to try to solve your problem."
	Tibe definitely couldn't ignore that. If she knows of a solution, why not take it? "Okay.....and I'm totally going to need something bigger than a cup. Got a bucket anywhere?"