NOTE: Centaurs are mythical and intelligent beasts. The characters in this chapter are NOT animals.
WARNING! This chapter contains: centaur sex (female centaur, male human), animal genitals, humiliation, bondage, sex toys, squirting, horse role-playing, whipping, creampie, and humiliation. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Tay Rainground woke up with a splitting headache. It was so severe that for a few moments he couldn't even open his eyes. He was in so much pain that his vision and his thoughts swam in circles. He finally groaned and lifted his hand, rubbing his forehead. He couldn't remember a thing, and there was a giant knot on his head.
Piece by piece it came back. He came to the desert to defeat the demon king. They wandered through the desert for many days. Then...and then...it was all black. Tay sat up, moaning the whole way. He wished the angry mole digging through his skull would stop already. He tried to scan his surroundings.
He was in a house of some kind. It was made entirely of mud bricks. There was a doorway leading to the outside, but no door. The only things in the small house were a straw bed, which he was lying on, and a pile of fruits. It took the crusader quite a few moments to make the connection. Someone had put him on this bed and left him food. Who would have done this?
It finally came back to him. They were attacked by the assassin weevils, the entire army was destroyed, he was launched over a dune, and then he hit his head. He was knocked out cold. He supposed if he wasn't moving the underground monsters couldn't find him. They must have thought he was a rock. Still, where was he now?
He got to his feet on wobbling legs. He lurched to the open entranceway. The bright sun nearly blinded him, and made his head hurt even more. After wincing in agony for a few moments, he adjusted and was able to see.
He appeared to be in an abandoned village, all made of the same mud bricks. The other buildings were mostly collapsed. There was a small pond next to the village, but it had practically dried up. It was little more than a large puddle at this point. It was probably the village had been abandoned. Other than that, there was nothing else around. There were no people, no signs of life, nothing. Tay rubbed his forehead again. None of this was making sense, and his head refused to think straight. He was beginning to feel tired again. His brain likely hadn't completely recovered yet. Giving up for the day, he turned and went back to his straw bed to sleep it off. If whatever put him here left him food, it likely wanted him alive for whatever reason. For now, he would just have to rest and wait for whoever it was.
Tay's dreams were quite fitful. He found himself wandering the castle of a noble he had been charged with guarding once. He went from room to room, making sure everything was okay. Apart from the lord's wild kids, swinging from chandeliers and juggling horses, everything seemed normal. He didn't judge how the rich spent their time. He turned down one hall and saw the servants doing cartwheels. Whatever they had to do to keep themselves entertained, he supposed. He turned to gaze down the other way.
There was something standing the hallway, something quite large. It was surrounded in black shadows, which hovered around it. It also appeared to be carrying a large spear. He was suddenly filled with terror. Every weird thing around him seemed to make sense, but this thing...this thing wasn't supposed to be here! The figure covered in blackness swung its spear-looking weapon. It cleaved a vase in half. Rather than shattering, it split evenly and then began glowing. The light zipped towards the figure, heading into its mouth. It had eaten it...but how?
The figure in black turned towards him. He was instantly filled with sheer terror. Everything in him told him to turn and run, run as far as his legs could carry him. It was an invader, a trespasser, an unwanted! Just as he was about to turn and flee for his life, he spotted something. The figure was larger than a human, but not in height. Its lower body was much bigger. In fact, it had four feet, not two. It's torso, while human, bent backwards at the waist and stretched into an animal-like body. That animal was a horse. Half human, half horse, it was difficult to make out, but was this a centaur?
Rather than run, Tay felt excited. Was this a centaur? Somehow it felt more real than everything else. He just stood and stared, not wanting to scare it away. The centaur hidden in black stared as well, but quickly began to fidget. It didn't seem to like his gaze. Finally, having enough, the creature swiped its weapon in a huge arch, cleaving the walls of the castle. In an instant, the building began to rumble and crumple apart. Tay fell through the floor as the building was converted into light.
The crusader jerked awake in his bed. For a few moments, he was completely bewildered again. He gathered his wits quicker this time as the pain had dulled. He quickly sat up and looked around. He was alone, with no one around. For some odd reason, he had really expected someone else to be there. He got to his feet and walked outside. It was evening now, but there was still no one. Tay squinted his eyes and gave the area around him a good look, something he had failed to do previously.
He wasn't surrounded by sand anymore. Instead, there was grass in all directions. Wherever he was, it wasn't desert, but savannah. Someone had not only moved him a fair distance but was bringing him supplies from the desert. He could try to set out, but in what direction, and where was he heading? The army was destroyed, and he didn't know where he was going. The person or thing that put him here wanted him taken care of, but also isolated. Feeling annoyed, but hungry, Tay went back to his house, seeking some of the fruit.
For the next few nights, Tay continued to run into the black creature surround by shadows in his dreams. Every time he saw it, it was cutting through and eating parts of his dream. Whenever it saw him it either fled or cut through the ground, ending everything. Tay would wake up and find himself alone, but with new food. It was beginning to annoy him. That centaur in his dreams didn't feel like a dream. It felt real. It didn't make any sense, but he had a feeling that something was joining him during his sleep. Renard had said that all the centaurs were gone, but he had been wrong before. The crusader was determined, so he decided to try and set a trap.
Tay had found an old grain sack in one of the ruined houses. He also managed to find some mostly rusted metal tools. He pulled the fabric of the sack apart into one long string. He then tied the rust tools together closely on the cord. He took his new device and strung it from one side of his decrepit hovel to the other. He had to make sure it was low enough to the ground to not be easily seen, but also still be tripped on. It was risk in the dark, but he had to take a chance. His only hope was that if something was sneaking into this place at night, it would trip and cause the tools to knock against each other.
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Tay was walking through his local market. There were pigmen there selling fruits and vegetables. Horses were trotting on the air above his head. The crusader ignored them, trying to buy candles. He needed more of them, a lot more. The one he made back in the savannah wasn't going to hold up well, so he might as well stock up while he was there. As he turned to gaze down an alley, he saw it.
Abruptly, Tay's wits returned. The centaur shrouded in black was back. It was cutting through some boxes with its spear, sucking them up. The crusader stared, frozen in place. He remembered he was in a dream, and what his plan was. He wasn't waking up, at least not yet. Nervously, Tay began to act as if he were still shopping around the bizarre pigman market. The shrouded figure, however, had noticed him. They stared at each other for a few moments, neither moving. The shadow centaur was fidgeting uncomfortably. He was running out of time.
Then Tay jolted awake. There was a loud, metallic clattering noise that pulled him back to reality. For a few seconds, everything was frozen. There was someone standing over him, her eyes wide. Fortunately, Tay reacted first. He jumped out of his bed and grabbed whoever it was, holding them tight. There was a shrill scream before the entire room erupted into chaos. Tay felt himself tossed around the room, as whatever he was grabbing bucked him wildly. For a few seconds, all the crusader could do was hang on desperately. It was like trying to ride a wild horse.
"STOP!" he screamed. "STOP! I WON'T HURT YOU! I SWEAR! PLEASE STOP! I SWEAR TO THE GODDESS!" After a few more crazy flings, there was suddenly calm. Tay could hear the monster pant in his ear. Every muscle in its body was tense, rigid.
"You promise?" she asked in a weak voice.
"I promise," Tay replied calmly. "I just want to talk to you. That's all. I'm not a pigman. I won't hurt you." Although he was only assuming that's what she was afraid of, it seemed to work. She relaxed a little. "Okay, I'm going to let you go now, please don't run."
"Okay," she replied. Tay slowly loosened his hold and took a step back. His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a big smile.
"You ARE a centaur!" he cried happily.
