They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘Centaur of Attention’ and stepped in through the wide framed door into the familiar sensation... that came with, Jason knew, any club, the scents of people and alcohol, the club thrumming to a beat that he’d heard before, but couldn’t name, the crowd, to his surprise, a pretty even mix of human and centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant dance floor in the middle, ringed with tables, booths and the ever present bar.He looked up. After all she wasyoung, and had had a high sexual drive. The total lack of stimulus, apart fromto her ass, had slowly changed her. Although her mind still refused to accepther enjoyment of anal sex, her body responded strongly. Every time he or another guest came to her, she could feel her juices startto flow, her wetness slowly dripping from her obscenely opened pussy, downher thighs, coating them in a thin sheen of sexual desire. Her body lookedforward to sex, each time it hopped that the. Claire wanted to swing by the Cafe on theway home. I was a bit nervous about that, because even though it was anew town, the people most likely to recognize me were all right there.Claire seemed really keen on stopping for a bit though, and eventually Iagreed. Cheryl was working the counter today, and she waved at Claire aswe walked in. She looked at me, did a double take, then ran around thecounter and gave me a big hug. "Look at you!" she exclaimed. "You lookamazing! I wasn't sure before, but. She is your comforter. The other two preferred credits.”I looked at her as I straightened, “that is not...”He turned to the door, “no but I wished to give you something.”I watched him leave and looked at the girl who was staring at the floor. I sighed and turned and gestured, “follow me.”I led her to my sleeping room and turned, “you can put your things away and use the fresher if you want.”She nodded and I hesitated before I left. I had no idea what a comforter was or what to do with one. I.