Think of something quick... Saved by Centaurs... Well Almost.

“Ummm, well I don’t exactly know… Ah, yes, we need a claimant crystal so you can claim the land before your huts will finish.” The small amount of text giving you a slight reprieve from the tension that hangs in the air as her ice-cold stare is focused on you. The assembled pixies all start to murmur in confusion and excitement, you only catch a few words such as “Crystal?”, “Harpy is dead”, and “Fixes houses, maybe he won’t die”. You can feel the sweat dripping down the back of your neck, as the “mother” takes in your words.

“Well then, perhaps I will allow you to….” That’s as far as she got before a chorus of barbarian screams echo out in the glade. Long and ululating screams rising and falling in pitch but never intensity. Out of the trees burst three massive centaurs, the first of which stood an astounding 5ft at the withers his upper body stretching another 3ft above that. His rippling muscles taught, starting in his equine lower half colored in a patch work of whites, brown and black, and proceeding to his well-defined abs, and up through his pecs. His long black hair flowing behind him, accentuating his dark black skin and fierce black eyes. In his hands he had a large stick that flowed out at the end with some webbing in between the split. He was followed closely by a smaller compatriot, standing at around 3 and a half foot at the withers and only reaching maybe 6ft in total, his black equine form, tan skin not nearly as dark as the lead form. And brown ratty hair that came up in curls making it look as though he was sprouting horns from his head. He carried a large net with small weaving in his hands, spinning above his head as he charged through the small glade. And finally, was a female centaur her mouth wide open her tongue pressed to the top of her mouth, her perfect plump lips parted as if she were crying for you to jam something between them and making that strange sound from somewhere in her throat. Her equine form was that of snow white, moving up her also well-defined abs and, to your shame your eyes caught on her dark ebony skin, as her bare chest bounced with every stride, she made. She too had a stick with netting in the shape of a cone on the end. You would love to say that in that moment you grabbed the nearest branch and calmly awaited them to arrive, but that would leave the sour taste of a lie in your mouth for to long after. The truth is that the first centaur bound straight at you and using the stick like a bat, he simply smacked you in the head and continued past without even bothering to kill you. His eyes were intent on “Mother Willow” as with a back swing from his attack her attempted to capture her in the netting.

All of the lights in the tree began darting around the grove some trying to flee, others you notice had small swords like that of your abductoress pink and were trying to fend off the much larger attackers. Hearing the terror from the group of pixies, a strange burning sensation begins to course through your body, tinting your vision a deep crimson red and before you realize what you have done, you are running towards the nearest of the attackers, Mr. Horns, with a mighty leap you manage to land on his back. Extending the claws on your feet and sinking them into the muscled flesh rippling below you, the claws of your hands slicing deeply in the exposed back of his human half. A small amount of text floats through the red scene before you.

Hp 12/16

Damage 5

Centaur LV 3 Hp 40/45

Well, that’s not good, you think as his war cry abruptly becomes a surprised gasp at the sudden presence of someone on his back, and the shock of pain washing from his wounds. His net soaring through the are to land on the ground some fifteen ft away with two little balls of light shining and struggling to free themselves from its grasp. Not thinking of how wrong this could all go you grab hold of his and swing your entire weight, all of 120lbs, around in front of him in the hopes of bringing him down with you.

Acrobatics check successful

Enemy strength check Failed

He stumbles and with your weight carrying his human upper half down his equine form flies over the top of you both and he crashes in front of you, barely missing the net with his captives in it. A sharp pain is coming from your already damaged and bound wing, but you fight through the pain. Jumping the short distance to your enemy before he can regain his feet and slashing the front of his horse body where the neck would be if he wasn’t a centaur.

Hp 10/16

Damage 7

Centaur LV 3 Hp 30/45

Well, you have time to think, at least the fall did some damage but I’m in for it now. And you are not wrong to think that at all as his gaze is now razor focused on you. He reaches out with his hands and tries to grab you. Words flash before your eyes briefly

Enemy grapple check failed

Dexterity check successfully

You nimbly dodge his meaty hands as they try to grab at your throat. His outstretched arms look like suitable targets now, slashing your talons across the fleshy underside of his left arm.

Hp 10/16

Damage 4

Centaur LV 3 Hp 26/45

Nice almost halfway down if you can keep this up you stand a chance the thought coming after the successful hit. How wrong you are as his right-hand reaches out fast a snake and lands a backhanded blow across your face.

Hp 4/16

Staggering back from the **** of the blow, barely managing to catch yourself from falling. Your eye begins a quick sweep assessing both dangers and how the pixies are fairing against their attackers. Tulip has gathered a group of three others, and they are together keeping the female centaur distracted across the small clearing. The only other little light in the clearing is the two pixies who have yet to free themselves from the net behind you and Mother Willow and she is keeping the big guy’s attention on her, every time he tries to go to the female’s aid, thorny roots as big around as your wrist come shooting out of the ground to wrap around his hooves and creep up his legs. The rest of the little balls of light have scattered and are nowhere to be seen. That leaves Mr. Horns for you alone to deal with. But this brief glance around has given you the moment you need, as the red from your vision drains away flowing down your body to pool wherever you are injured, and you feel as if fresh cool water has doused your body and reinvigorated your soul, you glance down in amazement as the wounds start to reseal themselves. And another brief flash of text floats just before you.

Second Wind activated

Hp 14/16

Now feeling much better your attention is again drawn to the foe you have yet to defeat, if not for his leg failing to support his weight as he tries and fails to stand, you aren’t sure you would have survived long enough to activate the ability. Now with renewed purpose you charge towards him, probably not the smartest move, but the action every ounce of your body is screaming at you to take. Surging forward claws ready you rake them across his face from jaw to hair line, leaving behind four razor sharp red marks.

Hp 14/16

Critical Damage 11

Centaur LV 3 Hp 15/45

Status inflicted: BLIND

The centaur roars in frustration and not a small amount of shock, he swings his arm around trying to hit you again, but it seems clumsy and not aimed so you duck under the blow and ready your own attack back. Stepping closer you bring your hands in a cross-scissor motion claws extended, racking them across his throat.

Hp 14/16

Action surge activated

Critical damage 11+11=22

Centaur LV 3 killed

EXP Earned 110

You stand their blood dripping from your claws as his from slumps to the ground and starts to slowly melt into the earth. Reaching down and lifting the net, you release the prisoners you draw small swords and zoom over to help Mother Willow as she deals with the giant centaur who led the raid on their small village. Pink and her three friends don’t appear to have done much damage to the female centaur thus far but have kept her attention on them and kept her from assisting the giant. As a quick scan of her health bar indicates.

Centaur Female LV 3 Hp 36/45

Holding the net in your hands you attempt what Mr. Horns did, swinging the weapon around and around above your head and releasing it so the momentum of the weights sends it sailing directly into the Female.

Weapon Proficiency skill success

Centaur Female LV 3 Status effect: RESTRAINED

Pink and her friends seeing she is bound descend on her like a flock of vultures, stabbing wherever they can. You briefly feel sorry for inflicting such **** on the enemy, but I shout from the other side of the clearing draws your attention away, the big guy has managed to knock both pixie warriors down. They both lie very still on the ground though **** or dead you can’t tell right away, and anger floods through your body driving you into action, you swoop down and grab the net thing that the female was using on your way. Drawing it back just like he had done when he ran you down minutes ago, or maybe hours, time is difficult to tell when you are fighting for your life. You are almost upon him when a small commanding voice pierces through your blood fury and just in the Knick of time.

“Down Ichabod” Mother Willows tone makes it clear she means now rather than once you’re done, diving to the side you tuck your shoulder through the roll. The Willow that dominates the clearing has decided to join the fight, it is now bent parallel to the ground and rushing towards the big centaur who has no time to move. You can feel the wind as the branches whisk past your head by a mere inch, coming up from the roll on the tailwind of the trees path just in time to see it smack the invader with an audible crunch you watch his health drop near instantly.

Haven Guardian (****)

Damage 62

Centaur Chief LV 5 Hp 1/63

Status Inflicted: ****

Mother Willows shine fades, and she crumples to the ground, the tree righting itself as if it never moved. Leaving the **** chief crumpled in a heap on the far side of the creek. Feeling the battle lust leave your body, but strangely enough not the anger towards these monsters for attacking these pixies as you walk by you swing the stick down with all that remains of your strength connecting to the big guy’s head.

Hp 14/16

Weapon Proficiency skill success

Critical Damage 15

Centaur Chief LV 5 killed

EXP Earned 130

Looking over at the now bound up Centaur female her healthy is dangerously low. Scooping Mother Willow up in your hands and setting her leaned against the base of the tree, she doesn’t stir and blood from her wound is still flowing. She looks so small and defenseless like this, and this fact stirs the embers of your rage into an inferno once more. Your voice hard and surprisingly calm you say, “Leave her now, I captured her she is mine to deal with alone.”

Surprisingly Tulip and the others listen looking around for it seems the first time they can see the carnage the short but fierce battle has done to their home. The still bodies of not just the two that the chief swatted down but four more you failed to notice in the heat of the battle lie completely still and unmoving across the grove. The four remaining, Tulip, and her escort of three warriors begin to clean up. Removing branches from the willows attack, and broken pieces of their fruit bearing bush. Two of them, the glow of green and blue, you recall they were the ones trying to build the huts, begin to collect the bodies of their friends and bring to the base of the tree. A mournful song coming from the lips of the survivors the entire time they work. Calling Tulip over to care for the matriarch of the grove, you move silently but your presence must have given you away as you come up to the still bound female centaur. Looking her over the marks from the tiny blades of the pixies marring her otherwise flawless ebony skin, and her white horse half now stained with red in several places.

“These ants are lucky that you were here, else the mighty pine herd would’ve captured them all to sell.” The centaur’s voice is heavy with an accent and resentment, but you notice she has not moved since you ordered the pixies to relent with their attacks. She remains firmly in the net you cast over her, both arms caught and one of her equine legs binding them closely together. Looking at her closely and without the imminent threat of attack you find her strangely attractive. She has pale brown almost golden hair that curls over itself, her large almond shaped eyes a wonderful earthen brown, her full lips plump and soft looking, and her magnificent breasts round and full so they sag just enough, topped with the largest nipples you have ever seen just a slightly lighter shade of black. You could play with those massive milkers all day and never grow bored. These thoughts almost running away with you, your cock starting to give you ideas on how exactly to deal with this creature. So, you do what any red-blooded creature would do in your place you whip out your gradually stiffening shaft.

Authors Note: How far would you guys like me to take this next bit? I am aware that **** isn't allowed on Chyoa but I am not sure if Centaur Sex falls under that or not. Please leave any advice or suggestions in the comments.