#centaur reader

With how first impressions would go, he'd probably have to blink twice to fully believe what was in front of his eyes. Even if his family sought forth the dragon, and Hanzo's extensive knowledge of his culture's mythos, it'd feel natural for him to think of this as normal—whenever you'll have to call him out on his staring.

So many thoughts would race through the archer's mind right now. Who are you? What are you? Why are you mentioning how his jaw's dropped?

Hanzo would have to compose himself with a quick "ahem"; as he'd clear his throat before he could advance any further. His knowledge on centaurs felt elementary, as he thought about such a topic even more. The marksman would glance over your body, a particular thought humoured him as he'd break into a smirk; before coming to the realization you have your bow firmly in hand, as you'd trot toward him.

He never was one into equestrian sports, as most of his free time during his servitude towards his family included wielding the blade. Now, that is not relevant to him; considering his promise to never even dare touch such a weapon. His bow was his safest option to hone his skills, and to also keep up his job as a mercenary.

"I know what you're thinking," you'd say, breaking him out of his thoughts. "You wish to ride me into battle?"

Prepare for a flustered Hanzo, shaking his head out of pure humiliation that you'd want to point him out like that. Even with his experiences prior did not revolve around the idea of cavalry, he couldn't help but entertain those thoughts his mind was plagued with! Considering he trusted that, due to your heritage, you were also a skilled hunter with the bow, then-

"No, why would you think that? Do I come off as that shallow?" Hanzo would then interject, making up a lie to make himself look as if he wasn't the one red-handed here. "I'd have more respect for..."

With just one knowing grin from you, he'd have to scowl. You won.

You didn't want to just leave him hanging there, though. You did offer your assistance for his idea, of which he tried to make it sound as if you were "doing it out of pity"; but, in reality, you could tell that his eagerness through his body language told you otherwise.

I feel as if Hanzo would know proper etiquette with riding on horseback; I'd say that during his trips throughout Japan, and the world, too, he'd understand a few concepts. You'd really need to teach him and be patient.

He's never really gotten... this excited for a rather childish concept. Do be gentle, if you were to muse your comments with Hanzo and tease him, as it'd make his a bit discouraged on acting more upon these little scenarios. Let him have his fun! Though, please do humble him if he ever gets too high and mighty on his high-horse... aha.

He'd somehow revere your untamed nature, if you exhibited one; being free, and guided by your own motivations and wills. Hanzo would see himself in you, and in a way, there was a beauty of it.

Whenever the two of you got closer, Hanzo would love to do nothing other than run his hands through the course hide of yours; you and him would normally then meet up during the night, the stars blanketing the dark skies.

I'd feel like he'd have a basic understanding of astronomy and astrology respectively, though, once you start talking the alignment of stars and planets, you cannot help but laugh at his confused expression—explaining the different relationships between those bodies.

You'd laugh at how he'd get confused with the different constellations, mumbling to himself about how you got an image of an air pump out of spotted dots. You would then correct him that it was actually "Antila"; but he'd digress. Hanzo would have genuine interest if you were to act so enthusiastic about the study; matching the energy lovingly, being more comfortable with expressing his newfound interest.

Whilst the two of you would train, as much as he would prefer the comfort of solitude, Hanzo would love to gauge at your ability; your specialty as an archer.

He'd hint and hint at wanting to practice his abilities on horseback; making his request subtle; even if you did allow him to ride on you, or if you didn't care. Hanzo still was trying to make sure that you were comfortable, whilst also wanting to fulfill his own curiosities.

I.M.P. was rather boring at the moment in time - there were no clients at the moment and the gang was rather bored. Loona was fiddling on her phone, Moxxie and Millie were making goo-goo eyes at each other while Blitzo was messing around with his gun.

Then, there was a knock at the door and Moxxie was getting up to open it. He opened the door and began talking with the person on the other side of the door.

"Hello, is there something I can help you with?" Moxxie asked the person.

The person must have been shy because the others couldn't hear what they were saying before Moxxie answered their question.

"Sorry, we're not hiring at the moment. Have a nice day." Moxxie said as he closed the door.

"Who the hell was that?" Blitzo asked without looking up from what he was doing.

"A Centaur Demon - looked rather young - and they were asking for a job but we're not hiring at the moment," Moxxie explained.

"Centaur Demon?" What the hell is that?" Loona asked.

"In Greek Mythology, centaurs are half-human and half-horse." Moxxie began but the sound of the bullet made everyone jump as they looked at Blitz, who was looking at Moxxie with wide eyes.

"Did you just say half-horse?!" The boss asked as he jumped to his feet and ran out of the door and some came back with a small centaur demon, "Look what I found!"

"Sir, that's a child! You can't kidnap a child just because they happen to be half-horse!" Moxxie said in a panicked voice.

"Shut your asshole, Moxxie, they are mine now." Blitz said as he hugged the confused child.

"This is madness!! Loona, please talk to him." Moxxie begged as he looked at the hellhound, who was looking at the child with an unknown look in her eyes, "Loona?"

"Shut the hell up, Fatty. They're staying here." Loona said as she walked over to her new sibling and hugged them along with her adoptive father.

“Help! Please!” Jimin cried as he raced through the woods. His town had always bordered the forest. They set clear rules about breaching the forest line.

“It’s dangerous in there, Jimin-ah.” His mother had always said. All the stories of people entering and going missing that his parents used to tell him when he was a boy, just before bed. They used to scare Jimin. For years he believed them.

But as time passed and Jimin saw friend after friend enter the woods on dares, he began to doubt his parents. He understood that they wanted to protect him as a child, but he was a man now. He was 18, for goodness sake.

“I don’t care what Eomma says.” Jimin scoffed as he had stood at the edge of the forest mere hours ago. He had been cocky and confident. Arrogant to what his parents and the town had been trying to avoid. Going into the forest at night…

Now he understood perfectly. He didn’t know how he had gotten lost nor how he had managed to stumble upon an abandoned-looking science lab. His bad luck led to him being chased through the woods by a lunatic shooting darts at him, no doubt trying to drug him and kidnap him.

The man kept screaming at Jimin to stop and just give in as if anyone would! Jimin was thankful to be fast on his feet. His mother had always claimed he was as quickly as a horse when he used to run in his track meets. However, he was as clumsy as a baby giraffe.

He was known for tripping and slipping over even on the flattest of walkways, so it wasn’t any wonder why Jimin had gone flying over a large root that stuck out of the ground. He collided with a large tree, knocking his head on the way down.

Unfortunately, this allowed the psychotic man time to get close. “You’re mine now.” He cackled at Jimin, bringing the gun up to shoot the short boy.

Jimin screamed one last time for help, doubting anyone could hear. He knew it was pointless. He should have listened to his mother. He might never see her again now… she would be so upset never knowing what had happened to him. Maybe one day they’d find his bones in the forest, and she’d have peace, but he doubted it.

The gun fired as Jimin felt all hope leave him when a loud *neigh* of a horse rang through the woods. A fight seemed to break out around Jimin, as he could hear the sound of feet scuffling along with the clopping of horse hooves and loud huffs from a horse about, but Jimin was still dazed from his smack in the head.

He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear his vision enough to see what was happening, but a pain in his upper right thigh caught his attention. When he glanced down, he found the dart buried into his flesh, whatever fluid was in it, draining into his body.

Jimin naturally assumed where his dazed feeling was coming from and tried to lift his arms to remove it. However, he was beginning to feel numb all over.

What was going on? Jimin didn’t feel like he was going to pass out per-say, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything for very long, and his vision doubled as he waited. What had this man done to him?

Ignoring the fight before him, Jimin continued to suffer funny side effects of whatever drug he had been injected with. An ache in his back began to radiate pain through his lower half, making him squirm in discomfort.

“Ha-Ahh-” he gasped, feeling a crack of bones running down his spine. Something was wrong. Very wrong, yet he couldn’t recognise it yet.

Jimin tried pushing himself up from his sitting position, wanting to get any pressure off his back. He fell forward onto his hands and knees, letting the skin scrapped against the forest floor in favour of the lesser ache in his back.

He had hoped it was just a minor injury from his fall and tried to recover himself quickly to get away, but another pain began to envelop the first.

The dull ache of Jimin’s back was nothing compared to the cramping pain in his buttocks. His twin bone felt like it was being twisted and gnawed at. He threw his head back over his shoulder to see what the fuck was happening behind him when he felt his pants grow tighter.

They quickly went from regular fitting pants to the seams ripping him off in seconds as his ass began to grow wider. Jimin’s eyes comedically widened like something out of a cartoon as his ass burst free from its confines.

On his knees was the best spot for Jimin, unbeknownst to him, as his lower half started to grow. His hips flared along with his ass, his pelvis tilting to keep him in that exact position.

He began to whine in pain. The agony of his bones and muscles changing was rather unpleasant. He should have been questioning what was happening, and if he had looked forward just once, he might have known, but he didn’t. He was far too caught up in his own problems.

With the final rip of his jeans, the fabric fell to the floor, revealing what should have been his pale white skin, but it was now a short furred brown patch. Jimin gasped, watching the dark colour spread down his thighs and, even more worrying, up his back.

He stupidly tried to shake off the browning patches, thinking maybe it was mud, but more concerning was the thick sausage-like thing that smacked his thighs as he trembled. His once human-sized cock had broken free of its confined along with the rest of him and started to grow into the heavy horse-like dick it now was.

“No! No! No!” Jimin cried terror, setting in. What was happening to him?! He was being transformed into some freak!

As he watched with wide, teary eyes, he heard more bones crack, the pain making him tense his shoulders and fist his hands. He watched his back elongate, the fur seeming to spread along him forever. At one point, he might have been happy to grow taller, but not at the price of looking normal.

“Uah-Ahh…” he grunted as his back began to bend. Suddenly his body was pushed off the floor. At some point in the transformation, Jimin grew an extra pair of legs where his body had begun to grow. He was now starting to stand on four legs while his hands were lifted from their position.

Looking down, Jimin now recognised the feet as hooves rather than human limbs and started to put two and two together. His mouth went dry, suddenly remembering the sound of a horse coming to his rescue earlier.

Once upon a time, it wouldn’t have been a question whether that horse had a rider or not, but as Jimin’s lower half started to finish off its final changes, he couldn’t help but wonder.

Shooting his head forward, he came face to face with the answer. A tall horse-like human. He remembered reading about such fictional things in a story once. A centaur, he believed it was called… but they weren’t real! They were mere fantasies!

“N-no!” Jimin whimpered again, finally reaching a height to rival the person before him. His arms hung at his side like usual but brushed against the carpet-like texture that now covered his entire lower half.

Suddenly Jimin’s mind couldn’t decide what to do? It focuses on the creature before him, begging for answers, or to check over his own body, probably confirming his fears of being turned into the same thing.

Jimin’s own questions were answered for himself, though, when he tried to take a step back, putting some distance between himself and the other, only to be met with a similar clopping sound. His feet, or hooves, clattered on the rocks scattered sporadically through the woods. They felt uncomfortable against his bare hooves. He suddenly understood why horses had horseshoes!

“Oh god!” He panicked, looking down at himself. He was half horse! His lower half wholly transformed into that of a horse, right down to the swishing tail hanging off his ass. The dark fur matched his chocolate brown hair as if to compliment it.

This couldn’t be happening to him! He was a human! He was supposed to only have two legs, to have skin, not hair covering his body! He was supposed to be a petite boy! Not a giant horse freak! What will his mother say?!

“Hey, calm down.” A soft voice called through the panic in his head. The agents all stopped, and Jimin’s eyes travelled up to the person standing before him again.

“You’ll stress yourself out more by breathing like that.” You stepped forward into the cream of light between the trees, showing yourself instead of just your previous dark shape.

Jimin’s jaw dropped. It was one thing to suspect someone to be a centaur, it was another to have it confirmed. “Holy fuck.” He squeezed, disbelief still in his voice.

You sighed, understanding that he must be confused. You remembered when it was you. The way you didn’t want to believe it to be true, but that had been a while ago now. You had come to terms with it ages ago.

“I know this must be very scary, but I’m afraid this is real.” You stepped closer, holding a hand out to show you meant no harm. You had done this enough times now to know how to calm people down.

“B-but…” Jimin stuttered anxiously, shaking his head. He didn’t yet know it, but all of his senses had been heightened. He could smell a strong musk drifting through the wind in your direction. His horse was suddenly going wild.

“N-Nah… w-what’s happening to me?” He gasped, stumbling forward a little, his new animal taking control of him. His male side was suddenly aroused by you and your sweet pheromones.

It was just into summer. Naturally, the peak of breeding time is just such animals. You had lived through a few breeding seasons by now; however, you had never met a new centaur so in tune with their hose right away. Usually, new males wouldn’t awaken sexually until their next mating season, but Jimin seemed aroused by you already.

“Strange, I’ve never seen a stallion so connected already.” You eyed him suspiciously. Maybe he was just a horny kid still riding his puberty hormones.

“What?!” Jimin gasped. He turned his back to look at his lower half, the side further away now. He could feel his suddenly throbbing member swinging between his back legs. It felt unnatural to be so on display. It was indecent.

Despite Jimin’s hysterical response, his feet unconsciously carried him closer to you, putting you both back, face to face.

“F-Ahh! Fuck!” Jimin yelled when his horse body started to clop impatiently. Apparently, he had become quite the horny horse, and you were beginning to blush.

“Maybe we should get you back to the others. I’m sure someone could help with your, ahh…problem.” You awkwardly gestured with your hand to his massively erect cock, before turning back the way you came in, ready to travel him. You had assumed he would follow behind, but suddenly two heavy legs were perched on your back.

“What the” you gasped, knowing precisely what was happening. The new boy tried to breed you. His cock began to poke at and around your thin slit.

It wasn’t that you were against it; you had had sex multiple times as a horse by now, but you didn’t even know this kid, and he was still a new centaur. He shouldn’t even know how to manoeuvre his body yet, let alone fuck you.

But Jimin didn’t care. The small of your sweet musk scent was even strong once you had turned away from him, showing off your feminine slit as your tail swung. He was lost to his animal instincts.

Jimin’s continued to use his house legs on you to balance while his arms reached forward to grab your shoulders, squeezing you firmly as his cock finally found its entrance.

You tried to push him off, uncomfortable fucking someone you had just met, but you could barely protest once his warm length was sheathed inside you. You had learnt quickly that there was something about a horse cock that just hit all the right spots. “Uh fuck!”

Jimin started to rotate his hips inside you, nudging his dick back and forth. He, compared to you, was a complete newb when it came to sex. He liked to claim that it was because he had never found the right girl, but everyone knew it was because he was a shy little boy.

Hell, that shyness is what led him here tonight. He’d still be his usual self if he hadn’t been trying to prove something.

Still, you couldn’t help but moan as he thrust his hips in you a little more. His cock seemed to keep growing inside you, continuously getting harder, if that was possible.

“Ha-Ah…” you huffed, reaching a hand back to hold his neck, pulling him closer to your neck. To your utter surprise, he began to press soft open mouthed kisses across your shoulder. It was cute how human he still was. The other centaurs had been more horse for too long now. They only cared about breeding rather than the affection of sex.

The boy started to speed up a little more, the high of his arousal coming to its peak and you could feel the coil in your lower stomach start to retract. His hands slipped under your shoulders down to your waist for more leverage to pound into you.

It wasn’t really a surprise that he didn’t last much longer than that, but it did surprise you how, even with little experience with horse sex, he still managed to get you to your own orgasm before he flooded your guts with his potent horse jizz.

“Fuck!” You both screamed as you came together. Your walls clenching his rigid staff. He rocked his hips, trying to milk himself dry, while you stamped on the floor in pleasure and over-stimulation.

His body slowly began to slip off you, his legs suddenly wobbly like a newborn horse’s were, and he stumbled back to the floor, his four legs bent underneath him.

Indignantly you snorted at his fucked outlook, trying to re-certify yourself as the person in charge here. “Shit…” you huffed, still a little breathless. “I can’t believe we just fucked, and I-” you thought about it for a moment, “fuck, I don’t even know your name.” You mentally facepalmed.

The boy chuckled below, glancing back up at you with sparkling eyes. “Jimin…” he panted, “my name is Jimin.”

It was a cute name to match his cute face. You couldn’t help the gentle smile that pulled your lips up. “Cute.” You purposely didn’t tell him yours, deciding to keep the mystery a little longer.

“Well, Jimin-ah. I guess it’s time to welcome you to the herd? Though we will have to make a quick stop at the river.” You thought about the cum starting to leak out your slit and rathered, not having everyone in your little community think you’re a slut who fucks newbies on their first day.

“Do you think you can walk?” You asked, extending a hand to help him up. He accepted with a blush, standing back up on his shaky legs.

“I-I guess I can manage.” He turned around, looking through the woods again. Now that his sex haze was gone, he was back to being distressed about his situation.

“This can’t be real.” He sighed, thinking back to the time thirty minutes ago when he was an ordinary boy. “I’m a human. I-I have a family, friends, and people I have to return to. They will be looking for me.” It had to have been close to 4 hours since he went missing. His parents would have expected him for dinner by now.

“I’m afraid all of that is behind you now.” You frowned at him, telling him softly that his old life was gone. “Humans don’t take well to our kind. They’d much rather be ignorant than live with us.” You have seen it many times. People think their parents or friends would stand by their side. It never worked, though.

“But you will not be alone,” you promised when you saw the newly turned centaur start to tear up again. “We actually have a little herd of our own, all people from your village that had ventured into the woods and got turned.”

You slipped a soft hand into his own, rubbing your thumb along his hand to try and comfort him. You usually weren’t one for such intimacies, but you had just had sex with the kid. A little hand-holding wasn’t doing much.

Jimin’s lip trembled, but he bit it, looking up at you. It would take time for him to adjust. You understood that this wasn’t easy, but he would come to terms with it one way or another, and you couldn’t help but promise to be there for him while he did.

There was just something about this one you liked when you looked at him. He was sweet and kind. He seemed genuine. And most importantly, he didn’t deserve this, not that you had either, but you felt like he brought some of your humanity back.

He never forgot the day he was abandoned by his mother and placed in the cube of metal rods, yelled at by the massive men that glared at him in disgust and told him that he was going to be slaughtered for his meat - his horse meat to be exact.

He was [Reader] - a 3-year-old centaur that was abandoned by his mother and father for being the runt and captured by the hunters for selling to a massive slaughterhouse on the edge of Romania.

Right now, they were stopped at a campsite - the last stop before arriving at the slaughterhouse. If [Reader] was going to survive the night, he was going to have to do something and fast. He noticed that the men were drinking their elixir (Booze) and he knew that when they drank too much of it, they started acting sluggish and strange; that was going to be the moment for him to escape.

He watched the leader of the men as he stumbled around the camp with the key to the cage fastened around his belt, he waited for the man to get close to the cage before reaching through the bars to snatch the key with the swiftness of a pit viper and hiding the key in his pocket before the man saw as the turned around the kick the cage, making the young one flinch in fear. All he had to do now...was wait for them to pass out from the elixir's effects.

It was around midnight when the men passed out - this was his chance. He placed the key on the outside of the cage door, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it, the large padlock opened. He removed the padlock and slowly opened the cage door to slow the sound of the creaking and once the door was fully opened, he took off in a random direction as fast as his little horse legs could take him.

He wasn't sure how long he was running but the sun rose over the horizon minutes ago and he began stumbling - he was tired, hungry, and in fear for his life. With one last step, his body collapsed in the small blanket of snow. He panted, trying to stay away but the energy was leaving his body fast. He closed his eyes and exhaled as the snow began covering him, little did he know, a figure was watching him and rushed to him when he passed out.

[Moments Later]

Warm.

[Reader] felt warm for the first time in his life and...soft. He felt something draped over him. He blinked and opened his eyes before they began focusing and he took in his surroundings - he was in a very expensive-looking room that was draped in red and gold, he was laying in the bed and placed under the comforter by...who?

He got his answer when the door opened and a woman wanted into the room with a bowl of steaming soup, resting on a platter that she was carrying in her hands. The was had pale skin with piercing red eyes and long black hair, dressed in a black dress with red roses on her chest.

"Oh, I see that you are awake. How are you feeling, dear?" The woman asked as she walked over to the bed, placing the platter on the nightstand before turning to smile at the boy, who looked at her with fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Who... Who are you?" The centaur asked.

"My name is Vivienne Dimitrescu and you are in my home. I found you passed out on the side of the road during my walk and I couldn't just leave you there." The woman - Vivienne - smiled at him; this made [Reader] look at her with a shine in his eyes.

"You saved me?" The boy asked.

"Yes. I wasn't going to leave a little boy out there by himself." She placed at hand on his head, gently caressing his head, making him smile and lean into her touch, "You don't have to worry about anything anymore, little one; you are going to be safe here." Vivienne smiled as she moved her hand, but [Reader] flinched and grabbed her hand, out of fear that she was going to leave him, "I'm not going to leave you, dear; I just want you to eat so that you can meet the rest of the family."

Family...

That word was something he never heard before in his lie but something he knew that he wanted for the longest time.

After eating, Vivienne gave him a shirt and held his hand as she walked him through the castle to introduce him to her wife and daughters. Alcina welcomed the boy into the castle as her son and the daughters started debating who was going the be his favorite sister.