Every centaur storms at Pip, laughing, cheering of victory and singing his name as the last sun sinks beneath the northern horizon, and the light of Eltherea's three main moons begin to bleed across the meadow.
Gleaming in the mellow moonlight, he's tossed into the air and covered with flowers and feathered ribbons as they parade him across the meadow like a hero of war.
Vuvi looks on, beaming like a proud parent as Princess Rukari stands at her side, praising her creation.
Then, like a whisper calling his name. He feels a delicate touch on his ultrium-infused fingers. He stiffens his body and gestures for the centaurs to let him down, then parts the crowd with a wave of his hand.
As the centaur warriors move back, he sees her.
Like a fragile flower hidden amongst thorns, a young, slender mare stands before him. Her hair unbraided, her skin flawless and shimmering like a pearl under the ethereal glow of the three moons. And her voice, like a gentle breeze breathing across the meadow.
"E-Excuse me, Master Pleasure Prince. But… I didn't—"
The centaurs surrounding her burst into laughter.
"Stand back, Featherstep. This construct is too much for you." A voice groans.
"Aw, our little virgin thinks she can handle a mate-master." one snickers.
"You're too soft, girl! The Prince will crush you." another laughs.
Featherstep glances at him, her eyes like flickering embers yearning for the wind.
"I… I'm sorry." she mutters softly. "I know I'm not as… much as my sisters, but, nevermind. I'm sorry…"
She swallows hard, lowering her gaze as she turns to leave.
Pip barely considers his reaction as he reaches for her and tenderly catches her hand.
Featherstep freezes and turns to him slowly as he stands before her, glowing gently and humming softly.
"I'm… weak."
He grips her hand a little tighter, his unblinking eyes firmly focused on her quivering ones.
"Can… can you be gentle?"
He stares at her for a solemn, silent moment, then slowly letting go of her hand, he lowers himself to one knee and bows his head like a knight making a divine oath.
Elegant and regal. A wordless promise.
[Activating Sensual Touch Lv. 1]
Pip cradles her cheek in one hand while the other caresses her waist softly as he guides her into the soft grass and petals below them. The other centaurs quietly back away to the meadows edge, watching Pip's movements with confusion and curiosity alike.
"I'm not like them…" she whimpers. "I can't—"
Pip brushes a strand of hair from her face, his humming fingers grazing against her delicate skin. She instinctively sinks herself deeper into the earth, breathing a warm sigh onto Pip's faceplate as he leans over her.
"...thank you." she mutters.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 2]
He enters her like a soul entering heaven. Patient, warm and basked in ethereal light as his hips moved against her with a deep and delicate intimacy, rocking her gently through every inch of himself as she softly sighs, heaves and neighs with sensual satisfaction.
With each of Featherstep's moans, the meadow gasps.
With each climax, proud warriors weep.
They all stare in stunned silence as Pip pleasures Featherstep in ways they never knew possible.
No wild ramming, or bellowing neighs. No acts of domination or displays of strength. Just a slow, quiet and gentle rhythm that leaves Featherstep quivering, whinnying, weeping and grinning. He leans over her, edging deeper, carving a path of lustful gratification through her body with each thrust, caressing the deepest parts of her flesh, and going deeper still, until he's stroking her very soul to satisfaction. All while his golden fingers trace silent devotion across the curves of her face.
She finishes with a long, breathless moan as Pip pushes her past her climax and every cell of her body erupts with euphoria from deep within, forced out of her, stroke by pleasurable stroke until she's left trembling beneath him, heaving for breath, sweat and satisfaction dripping down her thighs as Pip ends their meeting with one last frame-filling thrust that robs her of breath completely.
He stands over her, admiring her for a quiet moment. Her pale, sweat-slick skin glistening under the silvery light of three moons, body still trembling slightly as it works through the aftershocks of her last orgasm.
Pip beams, entirely satisfied with himself, proudly gazing upon the aftermath of yet another successful session.
After a few moments, Featherstep jumps up like a mare reborn. The usually quiet, scared and lonely centaur prances through the meadow, beaming with unrelenting joy.
Her sisters run to her, wrapping her in hugs and praise.
"I think that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." one mutters as she holds her hand over her throbbing heart.
"I-I didn't know…" another whimpers as she wipes away tears.
"How was it? Tell us!"
Featherstep takes a deep breath, and sighs as her face radiates like the morning suns.
"It felt like… he was mating with my soul."
They all swoon in unison as the young mare relays each feeling, each pulse of her heart and each moment of divine pleasure and understanding they shared.
[Primary Objective Completed!]
[Average Pleasure Performance Rating: S+]
[Pleasure Points Earned: 1220]
[Pleasure Power has leveled up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 015]
[Skill Upgraded: Thrust Lv. 2 -> Thrust Lv. 4]
[Skill Upgraded: Sensual Touch Lv. 1 -> Sensual Touch Lv. 3]
[New Skill Unlocked: Emotional Sync Lv. 1]
They spend the rest of the night curling around campfires as they tell tall tales of their time with Pip, eagerly competing on who handled him the best while others murmur and whisper with each other, staring at him with sheepish grins.
Pip and Vuvi laze against a small tree on the meadow's edge, a crackling fire burning at their feet.
She leans on Pip as she completes her calculations for the day's activities.
"...and with the extra sessions for Rukari and those triplets… Pip! You've earned more gold in a single day than Mother's apothecary makes in a month!"
Pip nods casually as he gazes into the fire before him, his neural circuits lost in a dreamy haze, lovingly reliving the moments of pleasure and passion he had experienced across the meadow.
His previous life was a vortex of sadness, isolation, anxiety and an unfilled yearning to be loved that sucked him into a spiral of depression and self-doubt.
But now, not only was he loved, respected and revered, he could love others in ways that brought more than just pleasure. He brought healing, contentment and a deep, sensual compassion.
"You ok, Pip?" Vuvi asks, noticing Pip wistfully pluck and play with the flowers around them.
Pip turns to her and tilts his head with an affirmative nod.
"You're amazing!" Vuvi smiles softly as she lays her hand on his knee. "You're like a dream… a divine gift."
He nods again, this time more sheepishly.
"But… are you fine with this, Pip? I know I made you… but you're more than just a tool, you know. You have feelings, right?"
Pip nods, slow and deliberate.
"How do you feel?"
Pip turns, shifting his gaze to the fire, then to the stars, then to the centaurs lazing about the meadow, their gleaming eyes glinting with moonlight as they sneak silent, appreciative and lust-filled glances at him.
He turns back to Vuvi, her emerald eyes staring at him with worry and concern.
He dips a finger into the sand between them and slowly draws a smiling heart.
Vuvi's eyes soften and her smile widens. "I'm happy too, Pip! You're making my dreams come true… thank you"
She grabs him in a warm embrace, and the pair silently sit by the fire, surrounded by murmurs of praise, looking forward to what the future holds.