CH18: Killing A Simp

Rain fell hard and quickly soaked the matronly centaur across from me. The rain dripping down her face could be mistaken for tears if not for her grinding teeth. Her blonde hair, much like her daughter’s shown with the last rays of moonlight before the thunderbird storm swallowed everything. Another screech from the children of storms filled the air signaling the coming griffon attack. Lightning flashed down and stuck the tree in the center of camp, lighting it ablaze before the centauress moved.

A grin tugged at my lips. This would be the second time I’ve captured the mother of one of my waifus.

She pulled free the lance from the ground in front of her while I drew a knife. The power skills within me pushed through my body, revving up to maximum and draining away at my qi reserves. Fortunately, after killing the chief, I had plenty of qi to spare. Time seemed to slow until the water drops almost froze in front of my face. As the rain fell, I absently counted hundreds of drops while I waited for an opening.

The matron’s hoof fell upon a small goffer hole, and she stumbled. I was on her before she recovered, knife in one hand flashing in the light of a falling bolt hiding my true strike.

She was a wild animal avenging its mate, blind to the terrain and the dangers around her. Those dangers appeared to me as dozens of diving dots of ranks 1, 2, and 3, and they would snatch up their prey in moments. If the herd fled in an orderly retreat, they might survive, but without leadership, chaos would rein and ensure the griffons picked them clean.

Her eyes were on my knife when they should have been on my knee. Dragon power gathered around my feet before I leaped. She dropped the lance as her body shot ten feet off the ground, narrowly avoiding a diving griffon.

Even to my perception, the griffons were still fast. Only knowing where they would have allowed me to circumvent the children of storms. The centaur fell in a heap and rolled. Mud caked her magnificent white coat as the fall rolled her until she stopped against the side of a hill. I shot forward and grabbed her face before subduing her.

The inky black symbols flashed around her before the dazed centauress knew what was happening. Then, like a thief in the night, I took her along with her daughter to do with what I willed. I killed their husband and father and took them for myself.

She appeared as a ball of light circling my left arm, leaving me to find Matt and leave. That was until I felt the tainted qi of simps rushing out of the forest. From the tree line, I counted 200 before a thunder of griffons dived down to snatch 10. With that, I turned towards the herd’s equivalent of a maiden vault and ran for it.

I felt a griffon line up for me and counted the seconds as I ran. My speed increased as I felt its talons reach to pierce through my back. I ran past a guard, and the griffon’s talons found the centaur instead. As I rolled to the side, brown feathers fell to the ground as the griffon tore into its prize with its curved orange beak. The man screamed in the rain as flesh was ripped from his body and the monster drank greedily from the centaur’s veins. Even as the griffons targeted the incoming simps, some preferred horse flesh.

Raising my pistol, I fired, hitting the centaur between the eyes. He fell limp, but the griffon didn’t seem to mind the lack of struggle from its prey.

I threw myself into the undisturbed maiden vault to see Matt fisting two centaur maidens and stuffing his prick up the ass of another. Despite his previous dislike of centaur cunny, he quickly changed his mind when offered.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

“Zoran, I can explain,” Matt said.

I decided there wasn’t time for it. “Pack them up; we need to get out of here,” I said.

Matt smirked as if he had something to feel superior about. “You got caught first.”

I stared at my fellow tamer still balls deep in the hungry dark blue ponut of an annoyed-looking centaur maiden with tiny, feathered wings on her side. She rolled her tail over and wiggled her rear, closing her eyes to get every last bit of joy out of her first time. Matt was elbow deep in a light orange coated and sturdy mare with a heavy saddle bag on her back and a double-barreled pump shotgun in a sling on her back. It was the first example of a centaur with anything but primitive weapons I’ve seen. The other was a dreamy-eyed black mare with a staff slung over her back with a moon shard embedded in its head. She was a long rang active skill user, and the other carried a Mud brand double barrel pump action shotgun. Finally, I turned my attention to Sandy.

The white-furred canidfu had strapped the horse dildo to a makeshift set of leather straps to peg a rare gold coat and pink mane centaurifu. Sandy laid on the floor while the centaur gave the white canidfu a cowgirl ride.

“Hey, tamer, do naughty things with me.” A centaurifu with deep blue eyes, a light complexion, and a tiny horn sticking out from her hair said. She lowered her head. “You don’t have to be big.” The girl said with a blush.

Long auburn framed her face and curled before it touched the ground and matched a coat of red that reminded me of blood on the ground. I closed my eyes and opened them again.

Adding two centaurifu full-time to my harem wasn’t such a bad idea. We would need them to cross the swamp populated by poisonous plant monsters. Centaurifu have one of the most necessary skill types available anti, and they all had anti-plant. Unlike with power skills, they weren’t likely to drop from the first linking. Only taurs of some kind, including lamia, mermaids, dryders, and many others, naturally had various anti-skills. They weren’t anything compared to the rank 7 piercing skills, but anti dominated the lower ranks. More taurs meant more anti skills, so getting more was a good thing. Centaurifu were a grab bag of anti-skills.

I smirked and grabbed her breasts. Her mind propped my own instantly before pounding at my line. She was good, but my line had become much stronger. The girl’s breasts were a handful with nipples that enjoyed poking out.

The red centaurifu groaned as I grabbed her waist and stood on my tip toes for her to lean down and kiss. Her hands shot out and pulled me to her before she buried her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues whirled about exploring each other’s mouths before I sensed a rank 2 simp running for the tent. I broke away, letting strings of spit drip between us.

“Sorry, I’m going to have to cut this short we have a visitor,” I said and lightly brushed her face subduing her. The centaur let it happen, too lost in her lust to resist.

“Matt, back on the clock,” I said, and the rich tamer sighed before pulling himself out of the blue centaurifu.

Three centaurifu, one pale, one sickly, and one scrawny, galloped up to me with pleading looks in their eyes. “Please take us with you as well, Mr. Tamer; we don’t want to be left here as food for griffons or breeding stock.” The pale one said for the whole group.

I sighed before shrugging and subduing all three of them. Giving that many girls attention was going to be hard, but if I worked at it, maybe it was possible. Most tamers were callous, but I put my waifus as one of the most important parts of my identity for a reason. Other waifus, including a few centaurifu too nervous about approaching, watched on as Matt subdued his three.

The simp ran into the room, and I recognized him immediately. He was the donkey-headed creature I mistook for a monster before. But, without the others to shield his qi, his true nature was apparent. The simp looked around, then pulled at his long ears.

“Where are the rare ones? There were seven juicy queens ripe for fucking.” The simp turned to us. “It was you two. Give them back to me. They were mine to worship.”

Shadows shifted as the donkey man howled his madness. Light from the lanterns went out before the shadows reached for us.

“Light claw,” Sandy yelled and slashed away at the grasping shadow hands before I raised my gun and fired. To my shock, the bullet stopped against dozens of shadow arms wrapped around the monster.

Sandy charged forward, her light claws slicing through the shadows until shadow hands grabbed her legs. Shadows converged, rising up her body like slithery serpents until the light of her claws went out as the shadows cocooned her before exposing her backside. The simp stripped off his trousers to expose a massive hardening donkey member.

“Release your waifus to me, or I’ll fuck her and the two of you too. I’ve always wondered what a tamer’s asshole felt like.”

I whispered over to Matt. “Return Sandy, and let's run for it; he has the advantage in close quarters.” Matt nodded and raised his hand.

The simp’s eyes widened as Sandy turned into a ball of light and returned to Matt. Shadow hands reached up from the floor and out from the tent’s ceiling. We backed away from the angry simp as he approached us slowly towards the back away from the entrance.

“I’ll break you until you’re begging for my cock.” Our backs hit the end of the tent. “Nowhere else to go.”

The simp was too horny and wasn’t thinking straight. Yea, I was beyond horny too, but I had enough of a brain to plan how I would eliminate him and get back to my waifus. All he could do was mouth off about his massive donkey cock. Yea, it's big, but who cares if the only one sucking it was the simp? I drew my knife, cut a hole in the tent, and left with Matt.

Shadowy hands ripped open the tent as the simp released a mind-rattling screech. He charged after us, dick waving as shadow hands punched and grabbed at us. We dodged back, keeping watch for the limit of the simp’s reach. He moved like a child throwing a tantrum, ripping holes in the ground, and attracting all sorts of attention. My bullets seemed to be useless against him, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have a way to win.

I moved around the edge of the donkey simp’s range, firing off a few shots to keep his attention. He yelled something and laughed through the rain and thunder as if I could hear him. Several shadows grouped together, forming a giant fist before reaching out beyond his original limit.

The hand of shadows rose high as lightning blasted all around before descending. I fired on him as the hand fell but made no move to dodge; there wasn’t a point. Then, finally, the hand touched my nose, and my **** was imminent, and I continued to fire off my gun; it was all I could do.

I raised my elbow to block and widened my stance as I prepared for the hit. Then it vanished.

A griffon with a man-shaped donkey simp in its talons picked up speed towards the storm, and the donkey simp’s dick continued to bob as the simp was taken higher.

I walked up to Matt, who looked tired from his earlier fun and dodging the simp’s attacks. “Did you know the griffon would attack him the whole time?” Matt asked.

I pushed him backward and took a step back myself as a griffon passed through the empty air before flapping hard to regain altitude. If it had been a rank 3, it would have veered to catch us mid-dive. Getting back to the fallback camp needed to happen immediately. Besides, there were too many rank 3s, 4s, and 5s for Professor Cacao’s liking.

“We need to get out of here,” I said.

Matt took my hand and went through the feeding griffons towards our fallback. We dodged a few more dive-bombing griffons before I felt a **** blast through the air. I looked up to see a rank 9 of the fire dragon line. The storm dried up instantly, and dozens of the rank 4 griffons burst into flames. After that, I only saw scales like rubies, an image of nobility, and the light of a thousand suns. Professor Cacao had unleashed the flip side of the monster of Armageddon, Queendrafu.

We turned towards our base and ran for it. The world flashed, and the rain evaporated.