Monstertober 2024 - day 28 [ Greek Mythology ] by @/ozzgin
[ part 1 ]
[ m!centaur (+ fem!centaur) x fem!reader ]
a/n: the second part! the male centaur won, but because there were a couple of fem thirsty comments (and i really like the girl centaur) she will make a little cameo here too :3
content: nsfw, wlw, fingering, squirting, p in v, belly bulge, creampie
You scratch the back of your head. "You both seem amazing... I can't..."
Luckily your friend recognizes the signs of your anxiety edging you. "Oh, I know her taste, she would love to be with the handsome gentleman over there."
You stutter incoherently, not actually disagreeing, but mostly feeling utterly embarrassed. Your friend almost tosses you toward the black-haired centaur and he gracefully catches you by your arm bowing down all the way to the line where his human torso stops and horse body starts. "She has good taste," he winks and you can hear the red-haired centaur chuckle. "I think you and I need to get somewhere more private."
With a teasing wave your friend sees you off.
As soon as you walk around the corner, the centaur stops you by gently pulling you by the shoulder. As soon as you turn towards him, he tilts your head up. "Are you disappointed? Trust me, you won't regret my company one bit, sweet human."
You look into his beautiful eyes and let him brush your lower lip with his thumb. "No, of course not." You barely stop yourself from taking his finger into your mouth.
"Good." His expression dims into a more serious one. "Also, just to make sure, you do know this is actually a brothel?"
"Oh thank god!" Your sigh of relief makes your companion flinch. "I was scared I was actually going to ride you. That sounded terrifying."
With an intense but amused shock, the man in front of you laughs. "Well, that wasn't reaction I expected. But I'm glad. Would you like to take a shower together or would you prefer to clean privately?"
You look at his massive body and imagine his shiny hair glistening from water. Soaping his back and stomach, muscles and shoulders and neck. And then his hands... You shake your head quickly - it was too much to even daydream about it right now. "I would rather bathe alone."
He nods, with a sly smirk, and you could swear he looked at your crotch as if he sensed your wetness. He leads you in front of a door to a huge bathroom and bends down. He lifts you with his arms, more massive than any that ever held you, and whispers into your ear: "I know humans prefer to bathe more frequently than us. Centaurs enjoy the natural smells, the musk, all the juices. Your aroma is delicious and I would love to mount you immediately, but your comfort is important to me." His husky voice makes you shiver. Is it too late to change your mind?
You enter the large bathroom and find an empty stall to remove your clothes. You take a towel and pull the curtain - only to meet an equally naked red-haired centaur. She bites her lip. "Well isn't this my lucky day. Let's shower together, beautiful."
She leads you into a huge shower stall, big enough to fit both of you. The broad showerhead sprays you with light droplets and you can enjoy watching them slide down her muscles. She flexes with almost a childish expression. "I can carry you with one arm, human! Wanna see?" And she swoops you onto her massive bicep. You always forget that centaurs are significantly larger than people. And a lot stronger. You blush feeling your naked ass rubbing against her firm muscle.
"If you kiss me, I'll make you squirt around my fingers until you count to 100."
You blink in surprise, but she doesn't let you answer. She bites your lower lip and easily slides into your cunt. You start counting. Somewhere around 53, you lose track, your arms desperately clutching around her neck while she curls her fingers against your g-spot. "Fuck... Fuck... Fuuuuuck...." you moan without breath right into her mouth.
She pulls her fingers out and a jet of your squirt splashes against her tits. "Good girl. Let's get you ready for your date."
You mutually soap and rinse each other, and she helps you into a silky robe. "Next time, you're mine," she winks at you, and escorts you down the hall. "Your stallion awaits you."
And he truly is - naked - looking through the window while rubbing his plump lips. His dark brown skin is covered in tiny black curls all over his chest down to his navel. Below navel there is a horse chest, of course, and you can't help but look for his exposed sheath between his hind legs. You swallow imagining what is hiding behind it.
His smile is radiant as he walks toward you. "I'm glad you had fun showering." He circles around you, the sound of his hooves echoing through the bedroom. "Quite a bit of fun it would seem. Which really pleases me since you do smell divine now."
He stops behind you and pushes his hands underneath your robe. His fingers are so gentle, feather-light, until he finds you breasts and squeezes them. His palms are hot against your nipples. He kneels behind you before his lips end up on your neck, igniting all the nerves under your skin. The hair on your body stands up, almost vibrating. "What a delicate creatures you humans are." He takes a bite just underneath your jaw. "I can't wait to mount you."
Completely dazed from his caresses, with eyes closed, you fly and float until he takes your arm and kisses your wrist again. "Hold this for me, beautiful."
You are on the contraption you saw centaur-human couples use for intercourses. You are on your back, legs spread and laying on something soft with your hips wedged. You need to hold two handles which actually help you adjust your body. Centaur's front hooves are on both sides of your arms, but he's kneeling, his stomach slightly pushing against your chest. "Have you ever been with a stallion?"
The way he asked you that, above you, low and hungry, stimulated a throb into your bundle of nerves. "No."
"Perfect..." he purrs, and a slippery mass slides against your thighs. "I love being the first. I love setting the bar high for all the lovers that will take your hole after me. You will never be the same, beautiful. I will stretch you so much that only centaur cocks will be able to satisfy you."
You whimper, slightly intimidated and look down at his phallus emerging between your legs. It is so long, and leaking all over your stomach. "Fuck. It's huge."
"Don't worry. I'll go easy. I'm a professional after all."
And he truly is. He only grinds at first, rubbing his preputial ring against your folds. He listens to your pants, feeling your heartbeat and slows down or speeds up until you're a shivering and drooling mess. He doesn't let you orgasm. "Yes, beautiful. You need to be lubricated for me and my cock. I want to push it inside you all the way."
He is breathing heavily, rocking his body until slowly - very slowly - he pushes his tip inside you. You've never been stretched that much, it's so intense and you grab the handles to readjust your body on the contraption. "That's right," he pants. "Aaah... Make yourself comfortable... You will stay there until I'm finished, human."
Again, he listens to your moans and whimpers as signals when to push harder or pull out. You hardly feel any pain and you truly are surprised to see your stomach moving. His cock is so deep inside you can feel it through your navel. "Oh fuck! It's so... so deep..."
"That's right. I'm almost completely in... And you are so perfectly tight! And now I'll fuck you until you burn from pleasure."
Everything after that is a blur. You remember coming once, shaking as if a fever overpowered you, screaming. You think you orgasmed at least once more? And you remember how your stomach inflated when he ejaculated and filled you with his hot seed. You do not remember how he carefully untied your from the contraption and carried you into the bed, blissfully happy, your pussy overflowing from his semen. Maybe he kissed your clammy forehead, maybe not. But you remember having the sweetest dreams about riding centaurs that night.
In this story, you work as a hired guard for a centaur lord. Your job is to get him to the stronghold with his horn still attached- no matter how annoying he is.
You hooked your knife back into your belt and pulled on the thick, metal-reinforced plate that covered and reinforced your chest. It was a pity you were no longer going to be staying in a nice bed, but the money you would be getting for this escort mission would supply you with a nice bed for weeks to come.
Dressed in the royal blue uniform you’d been presented with, you headed outside of the inn to look at your charge.
You’d heard you were escorting one of the young lords- he was the oldest son of one of the local lords and primed to take over his father’s land when the old man died. Being a lord, and therefore, pretty rich, wasn’t the only reason you had been charged to escort him.
The elderberry lords were an unusual kind of centaur. Most centaurs looked like standard horses from the waist down, and completely normal humans from the waist up. But these lords were an unusual sort: unicorn centaurs.
Aside from the long, spiral horn in the center of their foreheads, unicorn centaurs had more delicate bodies and long tails that were tufted in hair. Their fur was typically white, though black, gray, and brown unicorns also existed. It was always oddly shiny, almost pearlescent, and startlingly beautiful.
Unicorn horns were rumored to have magic potential. Extreme healing powers and all that. So, whenever the unicorn centaurs traveled outside of their well-protected homeland, they hired bodyguards to ward off anyone who wanted to cut their horns from their heads, killing them in the process.
The sound of hooves alerted you to the approach of the procession. You watched as they approached. Two of them were standard centaurs, with brown fur and black hair. One of them trailed a thoroughbred after them, presumably for you. And in the middle of them was a pure white centaur. His tufted tail flicked and waved behind him, his shiny hooves gleaming against the dull dirt road. His head was under a veil, held away from his face by his long horn. Veiling was a common practice among unicorn centaurs. It was old, coming from a time when servants would wear sticks and veils on their heads so bandits couldn’t tell those with horns from those without. Nowadays, it was less common, but most unicorn centaurs were a little haughty and hid their faces regardless.
You approached them with a stiff back, arms held ramrod at your sides. “I stand ready for defense,” you said.
The lord turned his head to you. The white veil obscured his expression, but you knew he was looking at you. “A human guard,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.
“Yes, sir,” you said. Human guards were standard for centaurs, if only because they were much less obvious and could employ guerilla tactics. But that didn’t mean the lords were going to stop being sniffy about it.
“Hmph,” he said, turning his head away from you. One of the other centaurs offered the reins of the horse to you and you swung up onto its back.
“We’re heading for the Vastran Stronghold,” one of the centaur guards said. “It’s a week-long journey. You’ll be paid upon arrival.” You nodded, shifting the reins in your hands. Paid upon arrival was standard for guards as well. It ensured that if you failed, you didn’t get paid.
You set off down the trail at a steady pace. The lord was slightly ahead of you, walking at a steady pace. You shifted impatiently in your saddle. It was going to take longer than a week if he kept up his slow pace. He was barely moving faster than a walk. Then again, you thought, the veil likely made it difficult to see.
For hours, you rode on and on. The sun was hot and your hands kept slipping on the reins. Your rear ached from the stiff saddle. Luckily, it was easy to stay on guard. The trail was in the midst of a field, which made any approaching enemies easy to see.
By the time the sun was setting, you had made it into the forest. It was a mixed blessing. It was far easier to hide in a forest, but the same was true for any adversaries. And it was more difficult for centaurs to move in the forest. The lord was better at it than many others you’d met. His slender frame made it a little easier for him to pick his way out around the trees.
You stopped sometime after the sun had set. Setting up the tent was a hassle. It was large and irritatingly fancy, and you had an easier time getting close to the ground and fiddling with knots and pegs. By the time the tent was up, you were exhausted.
Of course, the tent was only for the lord. You had a sleeping bag, and that was good enough for you. Not that you used it much. You spent about half the night patrolling, looking for adversaries.
The woods got thicker the deeper you went. The next day, even the lord was starting to have trouble traversing it. You eventually hopped off your horse and took to guiding it over the logs and leaf litter. Luckily, the trees provided some shade from the merciless sun.
Resetting the tent that night was difficult. The ground just wasn’t flat enough. Eventually, you managed to set everything up and collapsed into your sleeping bag.
You were roused by one of the other guards near midnight and set up for your shift. Blinking sleep from your eyes you settled next to the tent’s doorway.
You hadn’t been expecting to see the lord during your shift. It was late and you thought he’d been sleeping. However, shortly after your shift started, you heard something shift in the tent. You glanced over in time to see the lord emerging.
It was the first time you’d seen him without a veil. His face was pretty, with delicate, smooth features, long lashed eyes, and smooth, full lips. A long, pearlescent horn spiraled from the center of his forehead. He stepped delicately from the tent, heading toward the edge of the camp.
“Hold on!” You stood and followed him. He looked back at you, his full lips curling into a sneer. “Where are you going?”
He shifted his weight, snorting. “Where do you think?” His long tail shifted, slapping at his flanks. “Need I tell you of my every bodily function?”
“I do need to accompany you, sir,” you said. His eyes narrowed and he gave a horse-like snort.
“You’re a woman,” he said. His tone was derisive enough to make you bristle.
“Indeed. I’m glad you’ve managed to notice. That doesn’t change the fact that I am your guard and I need to keep watch over you.”
“I will be gone for five minutes. I won’t be far away,” he said.
You sighed. “I understand that you’re embarrassed. But trust me, assassins don’t have a sense of honor and they will not hesitate to kill you at any opportunity. Even if you’re pissing.”
It might have been a trick of the firelight, but you could have sworn the lord’s face was turning red. “Fine,” he snapped. He turned and trotted into the woods. You followed from a short distance.
You did keep your back to him while he did his business, keeping your ears out for any other motion. Finally, he stomped out of the bushes, refusing to look at you, and headed back to camp. Whatever. You didn’t need to talk. You just needed to protect him.
There was an uncomfortable tension between the lord and you the next day. He kept his nose firmly in the air as you helped take down the tent and glared at you from under his veil when you started moving. Fortunately, being a guard meant that you had dealt with far worse things than a cranky lord. You ignored him, picking your way easily through the woods.
It was obvious that he was getting tired of traveling, too. He toyed uncomfortably with his veil, snapped at his centaur guards when they tried to pick up the pace, and started stumbling over the little bits of detritus on the trail. It slowed your pace considerably and you heard the other guards grumbling about it when you stopped for the night.
It was your turn to bring the lord dinner that night, so you gathered up his fancy meal (well, fancy for something you were eating on the road) and brought it into his tent.
He was sprawled awkwardly on the ground, reaching for his hooves. There were little cuts around them, probably from all the tripping he’d been doing. You cleared your throat, setting his meal on the ground near him.
“Are you all right?” you asked. He snorted, glaring at you.
“I’m fine.” He tucked his hooves back underneath his body. “It’s none of your concern.”
“If you say so,” you said. You headed back for the tent entrance, then hesitated. The cuts were small, not serious at all, but they looked like the sort that would sting and itch irritatingly. “I have some salve that might help those, if you’d like me to-”
He cut you off with a piercing glare. “I don’t want nor do I need any of your ridiculous human medicines. And I’m not allowing you to smear any of your foul-smelling gunk on my hooves. Just give me my dinner and go.”
Anger boiled, threatened to overspill. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. Getting into a shouting match with your employer was a bad idea, no matter how much you wanted to do it. “As you wish, sir.” You spoke through your teeth. He snorted and flicked his tail, but said nothing else. Stiffly, you turned and left the tent.
Fortunately, you didn’t need to speak with him much after that. You slept for most of the night and broke down the tent in the morning. Then you were off again, the lord veiled and walking a little in front of you.
The forest was growing less thick, but that was only making you more nervous. This was the most dangerous part of your journey. There was a town only a few hour’s gallop away and it had a port. If someone wanted to grab the lord’s horn and take off, this would be the best part of the journey to do it during.
If the lord was stressed, he didn’t seem to be showing it. He was even slower than usual and got even sniffier than usual when one of you tried to prod him along. By the time you were ready to stop, you were exhausted just from dealing with his constant complaining.
“Can’t you put that up any faster?” he whined as you started setting up the tent. You ground your teeth. “There are bugs out here! They keep biting me!”
“I’m going as fast as I can,” you said. It was growing more and more difficult to not yell at him. You swore you could feel one of your blood vessels getting ready to burst.
“Then your fastest is incredibly slow!” Good lord, his voice was annoying. There was a slightly nasal quality that you hadn’t initially noticed, but which was becoming more and more apparent with every word he spoke.
Cramming all of your frustration away into a back corner of your mind, you finished up the last of the pegs and stood. “It’s done,” you said, adding a sarcastic, “your highness,” in an undertone.
He snorted and stalked into the tent. You leaned back on the ground, trying to calm yourself back down.
“Hey.” You looked up. One of the other guards was leaning over you, giving you a patient look. “Sorry about him.”
You huffed. “I’ve dealt with worse. I think.”
The guard chuckled. “He’s not easy to deal with, I know. Take a break, why don’t you? I can cover your shift if you’d like.”
You hesitated. “You sure? I didn’t take a guard shift last night.”
“It’s fine. Really, you’ve done enough today.” He waved his hand dismissively. You shrugged.
“Sure. Okay.” You know what? You weren’t going to argue. You were going to get some goddamn sleep.
At least, that was the plan. The instant you lay down, though, your head was buzzing. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired. You were. Your body wanted more than anything to fall asleep. But your brain was insistent that you could not.
You tossed and turned. Tried to find even a slightly comfortable spot on the ground. Counted to one hundred, counted back down. Did some meditative breathing. Every time you started to slip toward unconsciousness, your brain would send out alert signals that made you jolt upright out of bed.
After what felt like years, but was actually only an hour, you got up. Clearly, you were not going to sleep. Your instincts were picking up that something was wrong. Might as well trust them.
The other two centaur guards were outside the tent. You positioned yourself a little closer to them, still somewhat hidden in the trees. You didn’t want to bother them, and maybe if you were a little closer to the lord, you’d be relaxed enough to fall asleep.
One of the centaur guards shifted his weight. He was swaying a little on his hooves. The other centaur guard glanced over just in time to see the first guard slump over, landing in a heap on the ground.
Your chest clenched. Automatically, you stood, ready to go help. But the other centaur guard just glanced down at him briefly, then, with an unhurried, uncaring gait, he stepped into the tent.
Alarm bells rang through your head. You plunged out from the tree line, heading right for the tent. The collapsed guard was left on the ground. You felt bad, but if he was fine, he was fine, and if he wasn’t, there was probably nothing you could do. Your first priority was getting to the lord.
You tore through the front flap of the tent. The false guard was standing over the lord, gripping his horn in a single hand. The lord had clearly just been woken up and he was staring at the guard with dawning horror.
No time to think. No time to plan. You lunged. One hand went to the blade you kept strapped to your hip, the other went out, to seize the centaur’s shoulder.
He barely had time to turn toward you. Your knife hit the side of his throat. There was always more resistance when stabbing people than most thought. You really needed to have some commitment behind it. You had plenty. The knife ripped through his neck in a spray of blood.
He choked. His legs wobbled. The hand holding his knife slackened and fell. You seized him and wrenched him to one side, so he didn’t collapse onto the lord. Blood pooled underneath him as he twitched on the ground, the last vestiges of life draining from him.
The lord made a sort of strangled choking noise. You glanced at him. His legs were awkwardly splayed, hands up toward his face. His eyes were huge and horrified. “You- he-”
Okay. First things first. You stepped over the body and held out your unbloodied hand. “Hey. It’s okay. You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you.”
The lord responded much stronger than you thought he would. He grabbed at your hand with both of his, clinging to it with some desperation. “He tried to kill me. He tried to kill me!”
“I know. Come on. Get up.” You gave a gentle tug. He staggered to his hooves. Thankfully he seemed pretty malleable, willing to go in whatever direction you pushed him. You would never have been able to move him if he’d gone slack.
“Where are we going?” he asked. His eyes remained on the corpse no matter where you moved him.
“I can’t move the body on my own. So, unless you want to stay here with it, we’ll need to go outside.” He picked up some speed, scrambling out of the tent. His hooves skidded a little in his haste and you had to brace yourself to support him.
You settled him down by the fire, wrapping blankets around him. He trembled constantly, eyes locked on you as you knelt next to the unconscious guard.
“Is he dead?” the lord asked. You shook your head.
“He’s unconscious. I think the other guard drugged him. That’s probably why he told me to get some sleep. If I’d been asleep, he would have been able to cut off your horn and escape before anyone was the wiser.” You glanced back at the lord. His trembling had increased. “Er. Sorry.” You walked back over to the fire and sat next to him. “When the other guard wakes up, we’ll move the body, get rid of the tent, and keep going.”
The lord shifted his weight. “Thank you for saving me.” His voice was quiet, barely audible over the soft crackling of the fire.
“It’s my job,” you said. After a moment, you added, “but you’re welcome.”
There was silence for a few moments. “What’s your name?” the lord asked.
“Kara.” The lord extended his hand toward you. You moved to shake it, but he took your hand instead and lifted it to his lips. There was a long, breathless moment as his soft lips brushed the skin of your hand.
“Lord Julien Sorrelito. A pleasure.” His voice was warm. You assumed that the tone as was practiced as the words.
Your leg was starting to sting. Without the adrenaline, you were starting to feel the injuries you’d acquired. There was a nasty slash on your calf where the false guard’s serrated knife had caught you as it fell. You probed at it and hissed.
“You’re hurt.” The lord’s voice was surprised and concerned.
“I know. I’ll grab some bandages from my things.” The lord reached up and caught your hand as you started to move away.
“Wait a moment.” He said it with a sigh, like he was annoyed about what he was going to tell you. “Sit down.” You did so, stretching your leg out awkwardly to prevent the wound from pressing into the dirt. Julien shook his hair back and arched his neck. His horn pointed down at your leg. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath.
There was a glimmer around his horn. The light concentrated itself and flowed away from his horn and down to your leg. There was a sharp tingling feeling around the cut, then your skin rippled. It flowed like a liquid, covering the cut entirely. When the tingling faded, there was no more pain. Your leg was whole.
“You’re kidding,” you said. “You can actually heal?”
“You didn’t think people just made that sort of thing up, did you?” Julien snorted. “We can heal small wounds when they’re still attached. If they’re removed and ground, they can cure illness and poisonings.” He glanced at you. “But don’t tell anyone. We try to keep as quiet as we can.”
“I won’t. You’re paying me well enough for my silence.” Julien nodded, closing his eyes. He looked exhausted. After a moment, his head swayed down, ending up on your shoulder. You stayed still. Gradually, he slipped into a deep sleep.
As it turned out, he drooled in his sleep. It would have been pretty funny if he hadn’t been doing it on your shoulder.
By morning, the other guard was up, albeit with a headache. The two of your cleared out the tent and broke it down. Julien watched, looking dazed. The sun was well over the horizon by the time you were ready to move again. “We’ll need to be fast today,” the guard said. “He’ll probably have had allies who are waiting for him to return. They might come after us.”
Julien seemed much more willing to pick up the pace. He and the guard hurried through the woods, moving at a steady trot. You were much slower. Humans couldn’t move as fast as centaurs at the best of times, and whatever he’d done to your leg last night had really stiffened up the muscle. It was a struggle to keep up.
By midday, you were falling significantly behind. Julien kept pausing to look around at you, face still hidden by his veil.
“Look,” you said. “I can’t keep up. I can fall back a little, see if I can catch up with you later. I’ll engage if I see more poachers.”
Julien’s tail flicked back and forth. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“A bit, I suppose. But what else am I supposed to do? I can’t keep up the pace we need to maintain.”
Julien let out a sigh that made his veil flutter. “You can get on my back.”
There was a long pause. You were pretty sure you’d misheard. “Get on your…?”
“Yes,” he said testily. “Get on. I can probably carry you and it’ll let you keep up with us.”
Most centaurs had complexes about people riding on them, and unicorn centaurs especially so. The guard stared at him incredulously. You stared at him incredulously. “Ah, sir,” the guard cut in. “I could carry her instead.”
Even through the veil, Julien’s glare was obvious. “No,” he said. “I’ll carry her. If you need to fight, you’ll do better at it without someone on your back. And if she’s close to me, she can defend me better.”
The guard looked at you and gave a helpless shrug. Julien bent close to the ground and gave you an expectant look. Hesitantly, you climbed up onto his back. His coat was surprisingly soft and silky, despite being quite short. Julien clambered back to his hooves with a sniff. “Shall we continue?”
He kept up the pace surprisingly well for carrying a whole person on his back. You kept shifting your position, trying to find a good place to put your hands. They ended up at the junction between his torso and horse body. It was a little awkward, but he didn’t say anything. Every now and then, he would press one of his hands to yours, shifting your position to a better one. The touch was always unexpected and it always put your heart in your throat.
You were a little saddle-sore by the time you set up camp again. Without your slow human pace dragging down the speed, you were actually ahead of schedule. It would be your last night on the road. By sundown the next day, you would be at the stronghold.
The guard started patrolling and you brought in dinner for the lord. He was staring at the stained patch of floor where the body had been. Options for cleaning were limited on the road, and attempting to splash the tent with river water hadn’t done as much as you’d hoped.
“Your meal, sir,” you said, offering him the tray. He took it from you, blinking like he was coming out a of a daze.
“Wait,” he said as you turned to leave. “Stay.”
You sat down with him and he offered you a chunk of bread. “I feel that I didn’t properly thank you for yesterday,” he said.
“It’s just my job. Money is payment enough,” you said.
Julien sighed. “I haven’t been terribly good to you,” he said.
“I wasn’t expecting it,” you said. Julien frowned at you.
“I am attempting to apologize,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting to be attacked during this trip. I thought I would be safe with my own two guards and I was annoyed that there was a human coming along.” He lifted his gaze to yours. “If I hadn’t brought you, I would be dead.”
You weren’t really used to such sincerity just for doing your job. His gaze was surprisingly intense. “Thank you for your apology.”
He nodded, shoulders slumping with relief. “It was quite impressive, the way you took him down.”
“Lots of training,” you said. “I’m sure I could teach you. Self-defense lessons would be quite useful for you.”
“Perhaps,” he said. “I suppose I never expected a beautiful woman to be so skilled at fighting.
You snorted. “Perhaps you should expand your horizons.”
“Only if you’re willing to help me,” Julien said. You blinked at him. Was he flirting? The tone of voice seemed right. Were you supposed to flirt back?
The moment stretched on a little too long, making it into an awkward silence. Julien cleared his throat, shifting his hooves. “If you’d like to spend the night here, I wouldn’t mind.”
You blinked at him. “Really?”
“Well, if you hadn’t been there last night, I would have died. Keeping you with me seems to be a wise move.” He smiled, brushing a lock of white hair away from his face. “And I would imagine it’s more comfortable in there than it is outside.”
“It is,” you agreed. “All right. If you don’t mind.”
You settled down to sleep, pulling your sleeping bag in around you. Julien was lying on his mat, chin dipped to touch his chest. In sleep, he looked like a statue. The peaceful expression of his face, the delicate way his lashes touched his cheeks, the soft, full curve of his lips. He looked like a very lifelike statue. It was surprisingly hard to take your eyes off him.
You didn’t actually end up sleeping in the tent for very long. About midway through the night, you were woken up and took a guard shift. Julien shuffled out of the tent a little after sunrise, yawning and stretching.
“You’re up early,” he said.
“Had to take my shift,” you said.
“You could have stayed and slept. I would have allowed it.” He folded his legs down to sit next to you.
“No. That would have been irresponsible. I’m not going to just let the other guard stand all night because I want a nap.”
Julien lowered his head a little, staring at the ground. “You’re committed to your job.”
“I’m committed to doing a good job. It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s what my reputation is built upon.” You spoke steadily and carefully.
“It’s admirable,” Julien said. “I… admire it.” He got back to his hooves. “Breakfast first, then we should get going, I think?”
You nodded and stood, brushing your hands off. “I’ll get it started.”
Breakfast was hurried. All of you were eager to get back on the road and make it to the stronghold. Luckily, you had enough of a head start that you didn’t need to ride on Julien’s back this time. He trotted carefully next to you the entire time, peeking at you from under his veil.
By the end of the day, the stronghold loomed in front of you. Julien strutted ahead, showing off his horn and papers of lordship and was ushered in with the usual level of respect and groveling. You were ushered off to the small, cozy rooms used for temporary guests. Your payment was handed over and you promptly collapsed into bed, ready to sleep for at least a full day.
Unfortunately, you had barely been out for an hour before someone came knocking at your door. “His Lordship wants to see you,” the messenger told you. Grumbling, you marched to Julien’s room and stepped inside.
“There you are,” he said when you stepped inside. He looked startlingly pretty when he was well taken care of. His hair looked even softer and his white coat seemed to glow. “I expect they’ve made you comfortable here?”
“I would be more comfortable if I could get some rest,” you said. He was not technically your employer any longer, so you could afford to be snarky. Julien’s tail flicked and he glanced at the floor.
“Then I apologize for interrupting you,” he said. “But I had a proposal I thought you would be interested in.”
“Which is?” you said a little testily. Julien stepped closer, close enough that you could feel his body heat.
“You have shown me that I have a great lack of physical fighting skill. And… perhaps my worldview could stand some more expanding. So, I would like to offer you a job. You would train me. Teach me of the world. I think it would be beneficial for both of us.” He smiled, long lashes fluttering. “And I find you admirable and interesting. I would like to spend more time with you.”
You lifted your chin, peering up into his face. There was something a little arrogant in his expression, but also something hopeful, and something wanting. He really wanted you to work with him. A smile teased at your mouth. Hm. That felt nice. To be wanted.
“I suppose I need to stay with you until you get better at self-defense. As you said, without me, you’d certainly be dead.”
Julien grinned. “That’s a yes, then?”
You smiled back, all teeth. “It’s a yes.”
Three Months Later
Your blade clashed with Julien’s. He sprang back and you pushed your advantage. Even after months of working together, he still startled from the impact.
Julien’s hooves skittered across the ground as he backed away. He swung his sword wildly, barely clanging with yours. Sensing weakness, you darted in.
You realized he’d set you up a second too late. Julien dodged your strike and used his superior weight to press you up against the wall. His sword swung up to your throat, tickling your skin.
“Ha!” he said. “My win!”
“Congratulations,” you said. You leaned against the blade, so the tickling became a sting. “Would you like your prize?”
His lips met yours eagerly. You kissed him back until your felt his blade slip from your throat. In a single motion, you knocked it away and lifted your own sword to his neck.
“I didn’t say I yielded,” you said, grinning viciously. Julien lifted his hands, pouting.
“No fair! You just didn’t say it with words.”
You snorted. “All’s fair in love and war.”
Julien laughed low in his throat. “And which one is this?” You pressed your sword a little harder against his throat and he sighed. “And I yield!”
You dropped the blade and moved in. “Bit of both, really.” This time, the kiss had the sweet taste of victory.
Also consider hippalectryon centaurs,which are basically greek mythological creature that’s a reverse hippogriffs that still have wings and are roosters.
The carousel in the carnival is very special. It was crafted to protect the creatures that inhabit it, made with love and protection. Meet the first of the creatures who hide among the music and cheer.
Male Monster x Female Reader
I’ve been working at an antique store that a relative of mine owns. Well, I think they’re related to me, although I’ve never met them before, I don’t think. Anyways, I’ve been working at that antique store for a long time now, doing just cashier work and looking after things. Well, recently, I was given the task of making a delivery. I was given tickets to the carnival that had just popped up outside of town and was told to find a Mr. Faire to deliver the package to.
“If you get there a little early and show the ticket, they’ll know exactly what you’re there for. It’s a special pass, so don’t lose it.” Robin, my relative, told me as he was giving me the package over.
It was a decent sized box, but it wasn’t heavy. In fact, it didn’t feel like there was anything inside it at all when I picked it up. But I promised I would get the package to Mr. Faire for Robin.
“And remember one last thing,” Robin told me as he raised a finger. “It’s a carnival, so have fun and enjoy yourself. Carnivals like this don’t come around very much anymore. So make your time there count.”
The flyer I was given said the carnival started around six, so I decided to make my way there at around five. Mr. Faire’s Children of the Night Carnival was what the place was called. It sounded so very Ray Bradbury or Stephen King.
There was a fence surrounding the entire carnival, tall black slates of varying heights and widths. It was obviously meant to keep people from sneaking in, but part of me wondered what it was that they wanted to actually keep from getting out.
The gate was wrought iron and featured a high archway. There was a table set up out front for ticket sales with an old fashioned cash register, almost exactly like the one we had in the antique store. Still holding the package, I walk up to the gate and look around. Of course, it’s too early to be here, so no one is at the table. But it seems odd they would just leave a cash register unattended like that. This is a sleepy little town, but assholes and thieves are prevalent anywhere, no matter how sleepy.
“You’re early.”
I nearly jump out of my skin. I fumble with the box, having almost dropped it in my shock. I turn around and look behind me, seeing a woman standing there. She has short black hair and is wearing bright red overalls with a white shirt underneath covered in stitched hearts.
“Are you here to buy a ticket?” She asks with a chipper voice. Her face is painted like an old fashioned harlequin. In fact, she looks almost identical to a harlequin doll we have at the antique store.
I hand her my special ticket that Robin gave the harlequin girl and me in the red overalls gasps. “Oh, yes! Mr. Faire mentioned you would be arriving tonight. Come this way!” She does a cartwheel through the gate then leads me through the tents and stands of the carnival. All around, there are all sorts of marvels and features. I know everyone is getting ready for the show, so I see tons of performers bustling about and giggling as they try to eat a quick meal or slip on a costume as they rush from one tent to the other.
I then see it from the corner of my eye and I stop dead in my tracks. It’s a carousel, a great big and beautiful one too. I have always had a fascination with them, ever since I was little. My dad had bought me a carousel toy once when I had gotten extremely sick. You could take out the figures inside the carousel and switch them around. There was a mechanism inside the center of the toy that allowed you to put in different music box components so you could always play different songs. I still kept it to this day, in fact, it’s what lead me to find Robin’s antique store so I could make new music box components. This carousel looked almost exactly like my beloved treasure. It was pastel pink and mint with gold trim and poles through the magnificent figures inside. There was a swan, a pumpkin carriage, and though I could barely see it, there looked to be a blue horse around the corner.
“There you are!” The red overalls harlequin comes back and fetches me. “I introduced you to Mr. Faire, and wouldn’t you know it, you weren’t even there!” She laughs.
I can’t talk while I’m holding the box with both hands, so I nod my head and bow it.
“Quiet one, aren’t you?” She asks me before leading me to Mr. Faire’s office. His office looks very much like Robin’s. Piles of books and papers are everywhere and whatever part of the desk is visible has pictures and photographs all over it. As I walk inside, Mr. Faire stands up to greet me.
“I have been looking forward to this!” He says excitedly. He takes the box from me and looks over the label at the top. “I can always rely on Robin when I can’t rely on myself. The two of us go way, way, way, way, way, way back, don’t you know?”
I look up at him and shrug.
Mr. Faire is very tall and regal in posture. He has thick brows and bright eyes, and an even brighter smile. His hair is long and blonde, coming down in corkscrew curls before being tied by a satin ribbon in the middle. Something tells me he’s wearing a wig, but it suits him quite well. He turns and sets the box down delicately.
“It has been a long time since I’ve gotten to see old Robin,” he says and looks back at me. “How is the old fool doing? He must be doing quite well, now that he’s married and expecting his first offspring.”
I raise my hands and start to sign to Mr. Faire. “I hope you can understand me this way. But yes. Robin is fine when I get to see him. He’s like a ghost, sometimes he’s there and sometimes he isn’t. And when he is there, it’s very cold for some reason.”
Mr. Faire’s eyes widen. “Forgive me! I didn’t realize.” He signs to me an apology and I smile up at him. “Most of my family here knows sign language and quite a few can read minds, so don’t be afraid to ask for whatever you want with your own words,” Mr. Faire grins at me. “Everyone is at home here. Now,” he leads me from his office, “is there something you’d like to do before the guests start to arrive?”
I glance back at the carousel, seeing someone is testing it. Music starts to play and my heart begins to hammer at the familiar tune.
“The carousel is my pride and joy, well, everything here is,” Mr. Faire laughs as we walk towards it. “But this one is very special to me.” We stand before it and he sighs. “It took me a long time to find all the pieces.”
I watch as it spins, admiring each figure as it dances past me. I eagerly anticipate the blue horse and, as it rounds the corner, I hold my breath. It’s not just any blue horse, but it’s a centaur. The carousel stops with the centaur just before me.
“This is Estienne,” Mr. Faire says to me, undoubtedly seeing my gawking and wide expression as I look up at the marvelous figure. “He’s what started this carousel, he’s very important.” He then smiles at me. “Would you enjoy a ride with Estienne?”
I look up at him, my cheeks burning a bit. Even if Estienne is just a figure made from old wood, he’s very well crafted. The human half is lithe and angelic with a beautiful face. His jaw is so sharp, it could cut glass and the dimple in his chin is so cute. His eyes are closed, but long eyelashes fall onto his cheeks. His hair looks caught in a strong breeze and flows up and around the golden pole, which his long, strong arms grasp a hold of, tangling themselves up where his hands grip so tightly, his knuckles look white and strained. His skin is a hazy blue, heathered and mottled and turning into a dark royal blue as it goes into the horse half. There are tiny blue morpho butterflies all over him too, mostly in his hair and tail. Then, on his back, I see blue wings painted there like an elegant tattoo.
Mr. Faire helps me step up onto the carousel and then onto Estienne’s saddle. There’s a handle jutting up from the saddle I can hold. “There now,” Mr. Faire replies. “All set? You’ll get this special ride to yourself.” He steps down as the carousel starts to spin. The music begins to play and I feel like I’m caught up in a dream. I hold onto the handle, but tears start to come. Vivid memories of playing with the carousel toy in the hospital bed with my father, the same song he played for me fills the air around me now. He made it so I wasn’t afraid of the doctors or the surgery I had to have. He made it so learning sign language wasn’t so hard. Being on the carousel made me feel as if I wasn’t alone.
As the carousel stops, I wipe my eyes and look to step off Estienne. I wanted to thank Mr. Faire for this, it was something I had been needing for a long time. I hadn’t felt this sort of nostalgia and fondness since the last time I visited my dad. As I go to step down, I notice that something is strange. Beyond the carousel, the carnival and Mr. Faire have faded far off into the distance. Everything around me is hazy pink light and glitter like stars. It is an endless horizon I am standing on that begins to fill with blue morpho butterflies.
“Here, take my hand, let me help you down.”
I look up at Estienne as he offers me his hand. My eyes go extremely wide and I slip and fall, splatting down onto the rosy grass below the carousel.
“Are you ok?” Estienne steps off the platform and I jump up as quick as I can. I lurch back from him, putting a good distance between us.
The butterflies flutter and swirl around Estienne. His long, flowing hair trails down his back and along his bare chest. His eyes are a bright, warm chestnut color and are a little far set, giving him a strange and somewhat alien appearance that only enhances his ethereal beauty. He tilts his head, a worried expression painting his face.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” He asks me.
I raise my hands to speak to him. “No,” I sign. “But I am extremely confused!”
Estienne chuckles and his tail swishes behind him. “I wanted to meet you,” he replies. “Everything you felt while on the ride, I felt too. I saw how much it meant to you and I knew I had to speak with you or I would regret it.”
I blink at him. “Why?” I ask.
“It has been a very long time since I came to Mr. Faire. Back then, I had been kept as nothing more than a toy. Mr. Faire was the first kind person I had met when he found me. He saved my life,” he then shakes his head. “But that is a long story. Before him, I was taken care of by a woman who I was too afraid to ever voice what I was feeling to. I don’t want to live in that regret anymore.”
I swallow and lift my hands again. “Where are we?” I ask.
“My world,” he stretches out his long arms as the butterflies fly out, filling the pink sky to where it almost looked purple. “A small space where I can be.”
“Are you just a carousel figure?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I act as one for Mr. Faire. It is the least I can do for him, considering how much he continues to do for me. The carousel is very fun, I assure you. I enjoy the work I do and seeing all the children who flock to it. But you’re the first who has stirred me into introducing myself.”
My cheeks burn and I duck my head down. “Then hello,” I tell him.
“What’s your name?” He asks me and holds his hand out. “I would very much like to get to know you while we have the time.”
I look up in his warm eyes and smile shyly. “I’m Dita,” I reply.
“Dita,” Estienne smirks. “That’s very cute.” He then bows at the waist and extends his front legs as he bows. His arm swoops out to the side while the other presses to his abdomen. “It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Dita,” he tells me. He then rises and takes my hand, kissing my knuckles with lips so soft, it makes me jealous.
He looks up at me with those chestnut colored eyes and I want to dissolve into a great big puddle of warm feelings and embarrassment. “What would you like to do first? Perhaps a long chat? Maybe a drink?”
“What kind of drink?” I ask him.
Estienne watches my hands as they move, his eyes lingering on my fingers a moment before he smiles at me. “How about tea?” He extends his arm and, as I follow it, I see a table set up with a whole tea set placed on it. It wasn’t there before, hell, there wasn’t anything in this rose gold void, aside from us and the shell of the carousel before. Estienne takes my hand and leads me over to the table. He pulls out my chair then pushes it in when I sit down.
The tea set looks just like the carousel, the same pastel pink and mint with beautiful gold filigree covering it. The set is adorable and intricate, and I am instantly smitten. Even the delicate petit fours match! Estienne pours me a cup and places it on the saucer before me.
“It’s a special blend I quite enjoy myself,” he says.
A butterfly lands on the tip of my teacup as I pick it up. It then flies into my hair as I tilt it towards my lips to sample it.
“It’s lavender, chamomile, a touch of rose, and then earl grey and a few blueberries,” Estienne replies, waiting for my reaction. “What do you think?”
I set my cup down so I can talk. “It’s different,” I tell him. “But I very much enjoy it!” I say and give him a big smile.
Estienne looks excited and his tail flicks, casting a spray of butterflies everywhere. “Mr. Faire has me make blends for everyone in the carnival. Even Madam Data uses them for her tea ceremonies and predictions.” He offers me a plate of petit fours and I eagerly take one.
“I would like you to come back while we are here,” Estienne then confesses. “I want to get to know you much better.”
“I would like that too,” I reply. “Would we always have to meet here?”
“I have my own tent at the carnival,” he replies. “Here is just safer. But at night and dawn, when we’re all able to play and be out as ourselves, it’s even safer.”
“All?” I ask him.
Estienne nods. “The carnival and everyone in it, we’re all family,” he replies. “We’re all children to Mr. Faire, each of us rescued or taken in by him when the world abused or neglected us. All of us not quite human.”
I gasp and nearly drop my treat. I set it down and lift my hands. “I should have known. I don’t know why I’m surprised.”
Estienne chuckles. “I’ll take you back,” he says. “Tonight’s the first night and I don’t want to be late. Tomorrow, come by whenever you’d like and when the carnival closes, I will give you the grand tour.” He takes my hand and, when we step back onto the carousel, it spins and the music starts playing again. As we round the corner, we step back into the world we had left. It is a strange feeling, everything is moving and vibrating again, unlike the rose gold void. Mr. Faire steps up onto the platform and helps me down.
I turn back, looking up at Estienne and am stunned by his stillness.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Mr. Faire asks.
I nod and give him a big grin. “I will probably be back tomorrow,” I tell him.
“Well then,” he takes out the pass I had given him before and hands it back to me. “You’ll be wanting this,” he says. “Don’t lose it now. I know how important it is for both of you.” He winks then tilts his hat. “I have to go now. I trust you know where the exit is.”
I clutch the pass dearly, tucking it into my purse where I know it will be safe. I leave and go home, feeling excited and still tasting Estienne’s tea as I walk into my home. When I wake up in the morning, I find a gift waiting for me in the kitchen. Sitting on the countertop is the tea set that Estienne and I had used in the rose gold void. I pick each item up to make sure it is real and that I was not just dreaming things. They all are very real and solid in my palms. There is also a tin filled with his special blend and a note that read: “See you soon. Your adoring Estienne.”
I grin and hug the note, so very excited to see him again.
You and your best friend, who is a centaur, decide to enter a local ‘human rider and centaur’ cross-country event in order to raise money for charity. Neither of you expects to do so well, nor to have quite so much fun...
Afterwards, you take care of your friend, washing them down and making sure they’re ok. Perhaps things go further than you’d dared to hope, though it turns out they’ve been harbouring feelings for you all along...
Your Centaur lover talking you on walks through natural parks. They carry you on their back, your hands intertwined so you don't fall off. Later during the day they choose a spot under a tree to eat lunch. The cool shade atop a hill giving you the perfect view of the entire park.
Your big movie star centaur boyfriend has insane amount of fans. How wouldn't he? He's so talented, eloquent, charming and good-looking. His fit body (both human and equine) has landed him a few main action roles that skyrocketed him into the fame. Paparazzi stalk him tirelessly, agencies constantly call them, famous people invite him to social events daily.
But he is often busy, firmly refusing any too personal questions, and politely declining invitations. He needs to be somewhere else; with you mainly. Preparing dinner, gaming, watching movies are all activities that he prefers far more than any high profile event.
And if the night ends with him being gagged and pegged by you, in the privacy of your apartment - he won't complain. Not that he doesn't like you being tied up to a contraption letting him fuck you with your horse cock until you can't breathe anymore. He simply loves being bossed around and letting his girlfriend take over the reign (pun intended). Everyone else is getting an unflappable and mysterious persona - the true him belongs to you.
