A lovely and Loving Centaur
I walk carrying utility bags filled with food and other items of daily usage, laden under the weight. At this early morning hour, the street is deserted.
"Miia sure eats a lot," I say to myself and chuckle.
As I reach the corner, my sight goes black. Pain shoots first in my left shoulder and then in my butt and the back of my head.
Groaning, shaking my head to clear my vision, I rise from the ground, touching the back of my head.
"'Tis here!" A blonde girl, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse, stands in front of me, a sword on her belt, her breasts HUGE, the largest I have ever seen. "My fated Master!"
"Hai?"
"Ah!" She blushes. "Japanese rituals are powerful."
I get up dusting my clothes. "I don't understand what you're saying."
"Art thou not my fated Master, my Aruji?" she asks me, disappointed, hands raised before her.
"I don't know what that is." I chuckle, bowing to pick my shopping from the ground.
"Damnation!" She balls her hands into fists. "I should have put a toast in my mouth."
"Hai?" I see the image of a high-schooler running in the street, a toast in her mouth with jam on it, saying, 'I'm late' and then colliding into a boy, a late riser like her.
"Ah!" Her features morph into a mask of despair. "How long before I meet my Aruji?"
"Well," I speak. "You met me after some time. Who knows, your Ar… Aruji will not be far behind."
"Really?" She turns to me, like a cute little girl. My heart skips a beat.
"Yeah!" I say. "You shouldn't…"
"My purse!"
Our heads shoot to my right at the scream of a woman. A purse-snatcher on a scooter makes away with her pink purse.
"Thou fiend!" The Centaur draws her sword. "Thou shalt not escape!"
"Let's get him!" I place my hand on her horse-back. A moment later, I'm on the ground.
"What do you think you're doing!" She blushes. "I'm not a horse."
But you kick like one, I get up thinking, rubbing my eye which she hit with her hoof. "He's getting away."
"Not on my watch. I'm Centorea Shinaus, a noble knight of the Proud Centaur Race. In the name of my pride as a knight…"
Without waiting for her to finish, I start running after the snatcher.
"Wherever art thou going!" She catches up to me, trotting at a brisk pace.
"You were taking too long."
"Hmpf!" She scoffs. "That's what I'll say soon."
She canters ahead, leaving me panting and hefting the utility bags.
"Can you hold these for me?" I ask the lady who got her purse snatched.
"Sure." She takes the bags from my fingers after a moment of reluctance.
"Hey, slowpoke!" I hear Centorea. "What's taking you so long?"
"We'll get your purse back, for sure," I say to the lady before running in the direction of the voice.
"You didn't have to wait for me." I catch up to her.
She gives me a triumphant smile. "I'll catch that fiend, while also carrying you too."
"O-to." I get up on her back.
"What're you doing!" She almost screams, face as red as her breasts are big.
"What? You're the one who spoke of carrying me."
"I meant that metaphorically! Now get…"
"There he is." I point with my finger. "The snatcher!"
"What!" Centorea's attention shifts. "He shalt not escape."
Her speed mounts.
"Can you slow down?" I say holding onto her waist. "You're going too fast."
"Why don't you…"
She jumps over a speed-breaker. My hands go from her waist to her gigantic breasts.
"Wherever art thou holding!"
I notice that she is wearing no bra. My hands on her plump breasts, both soft and firm. As realization hits, my penis tightens in my pants.
She feels the erection on her back. Her mouth opens, her blush reddens to the point of no further progression, and her steps waver.
"We're on the main street," I say to her, trying to control my embarrassment. "We'll crash."
"Kiss my ass, suckers!" The snatcher gives us the middle finger before disappearing in the traffic.
"That scoundrel!" Centorea grits her teeth. "Now he shalt face my wrath."
Moments later, she is nipping at his heels. In the panic to get away, the snatcher loses control of his scooter and crashes into the loading area of a factory. His scooter hugs a truck.
Quick to get up, he breaks into a run. He doesn't get to go far. Finding himself faced with a wall, he turns. Centorea stands before him, sword drawn, her face a mask of honor-filled rage.
"Thou thinkest you can get away?" she says.
"I can!" he says, scared.
"Thanks for the ride." I get off Centorea.
"Eat this!" The snatcher takes out a pistol, his other hand clutching the purse to his chest.
A shot is heard. Pain shoots in my shoulder. As I collapse, I see that I'm in front of Centorea and not on her side.
"Thou fiend!" I hear her words before my sight turns black.
"So, Darling," Smith says on the phone. "You found Centorea."
"More like we found each other," I say, stretching my legs in front of me, watching Miia and Centorea give each other suspicious glares. "Why do you let her carry a sword anyway?"
"Oh, it's a fake," Smith says. "You don't think I would let an extra-species girl carry a sword around, do you, Darling?"
"You don't have to call me that, sweet Smith." I smile.
"Oh, but I want to," she says with a lilt. "I'm taking a warm bath, and I am remembering you."
"Oh." I chuckle. "I'm remembering you too now."
"Do you?" I hear a splash of water. Maybe she has sat up straight. "What is it that you miss specifically?"
As I am about to reply, Miia turns to me. "Darling! Why have you brought her here?"
"Whoever art thou calling that!" Centorea says, her temper no less mollified than Miia's. They resume their bickering.
"Smith," I whisper into the phone. "Tell me what I do."
"You didn't ride her, did you?"
"Why?" I feel my heart jackrabbiting.
"Oh, no, Darling." Smith sighs. I imagine a gentle smack of her palm against her forehead. "Centaurs only let their Masters ride them, to those they've sworn their loyalty. They are loyal, I can tell you that."
"What's that got to do with me? I'm her Master now, Aruji as she calls it."
"Yes, Darling. Riding a Centaur is sacred. For them, it's like their first experience."
"What kind of experience?"
"The kind we had on your couch the other day," she whispers and bursts out laughing. "Take good care of Centorea. She's in your care now. I'll pay a visit soon."
She hangs up.
I place the phone down. Seeing me free, the two girls come up to me.
"Darling!"
"Aruji-dono!"
"Why're you calling him that?" Miia turns to her, face red, smoke rising from her head.
"That's because…" Centorea also enters battle mode.
"Centorea." I stand up.
"Cerea," she mewls, playing with her index fingers, turning her red face away from Miia and me.
"Sorry?" I jut my ear out to her.
"Cerea." She blushes while avoiding my gaze. "That's what the people close to me call me."
My heart skips a beat. She has the lower body of a horse, with horse ears. Her blonde hair and blue eyes make her beautiful. Her bashful attitude makes me want to love her. I believe I already am in love with her. Any man would be.
"Okay." I smile. "Cerea."
She gives a slight blush and yelp, then smiles. "Hm!"
"Welcome to this family." I extend my hand to her.
"What!" Miia screams.
With a smile, Cerea takes my hand. Feeling my hand, she looks down with a fierce blush. "I'm in your care."
"Darling!" Miia walks behind me as I go to my room. "Why is she here?"
"She has been on the lookout for her Master, her fated one." I open the door of my room. "Turns out, she has found him."
"What makes her so sure?" She glares at me. "And what makes you!"
"I rode her."
Miia blushes. "Baka!" She slaps my leg with the tip of her tail. "With me, you were so…"
I laugh. "Silly girl!" I pat her head. "I mean I rode her literally. She is a Centaur, as you must've noticed."
"So, she's not a girlfriend?" Miia asks drawing closer to me.
"I won't be so sure about that."
"Mo!" Her arms go rigid at her sides. "Darling no Hentai!"
I chuckle.
"Now that I am here," Cerea speaks. "Things will work differently here. Aruji-dono shall be protected by me, his noble Knight and servant!"
"Well, I'm Darling's wife-to-be." Miia stands with her chest out, a triumphant smile on her lips. "So, you shall be my servant too!"
"What!" Cerea turns to me. "Whatever does she mean, Aruji-dono!"
"She's right, Cerea." I smile. "I mean about the wife part, not the servant part."
Cerea's ears, which were standing erect, go limp. She looks down. "'Tis so, huh?"
"But." I walk to her and pat her head. "No one said you can't be my wife too."
"Thou mean it?" Her ears rise as her mood lifts like the sun rising.
"Of course." I stand on tip-toe to put my forehead against hers.
"But that would be sharing him," Miia says. "He won't belong completely to any one of us."
Listening to her, Cerea glances at me, her lips pursed.
"You're already sharing me, ladies." I turn to go to the toilet. "No changing that.