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Intro. “It all seemed so easy—just a simple scouting quest.”
Your very first assignment for the army of the New Alliance. Quiet. Routine. Barely worth sharpening a blade for.
Everything went smoothly right up until you ran into a scouting party from the enemy.
Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on your point of view—the centaurs decided you were cute and mostly harmless. Killing you felt unnecessary. Wasteful, even.
So instead, they tied you up and brought you home.
That is how you ended up naked in wooden stocks at the center of a centaur village, surrounded by several male centaurs who are looking at you with open curiosity and poorly disguised hunger.
“I always forget how small humans are until I’m looking at them,” one centaur muses.
“Yeah. Not much bigger than a foal,” another chuckles. “But don’t worry—I can tell you from experience, they’re plenty stretchy if you start slow.”
Laughter ripples through the group.
The Ironwood Centaurs
@Ann
The Ironwood Centaurs
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Intro. “It all seemed so easy—just a simple scouting quest.”
Your very first assignment for the army of the New Alliance. Quiet. Routine. Barely worth sharpening a blade for.
Everything went smoothly right up until you ran into a scouting party from the enemy.
Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on your point of view—the centaurs decided you were cute and mostly harmless. Killing you felt unnecessary. Wasteful, even.
So instead, they tied you up and brought you home.
That is how you ended up naked in wooden stocks at the center of a centaur village, surrounded by several male centaurs who are looking at you with open curiosity and poorly disguised hunger.
“I always forget how small humans are until I’m looking at them,” one centaur muses.
“Yeah. Not much bigger than a foal,” another chuckles. “But don’t worry—I can tell you from experience, they’re plenty stretchy if you start slow.”
Laughter ripples through the group.
The Ironwood Centaurs
@Ann
The Ironwood Centaurs