"Merchants! Not monsters!" Vuvi yells out, waving her hands in the air as the storm of hooves and braids swarms around them like a titillating tornado.
They rumbled to a halt, every eye staring at the duo intensely.
A tall, slender centaur steps forward holding a monumental, decorated spear. Long, raven hair twisted into tight elegant braids draped down her back and chest. A big, bountiful chest. Armour carved of bone and black leather wrapped around her waist and shoulders and her lower half gilded and decorated with paints and ribbons.
"My name is Rukari, third daughter of Chieftess Ventousa. You set foot on sacred lands. Present your purpose or leave at once, lest I and my battlesisters decide to trample you.
Vuvi clears her throat and gives a slight bow. "Oh, Princess Rukari, it is an honor and privilege to meet you and your esteemed warriors. May I just say, you are as beautiful as a wildflower blooming under moonlight. Those braids are fantastic—"
"Your purpose?!" Rukari snorts.
"Salvation, my dearest Princess. I, Vuvela Blackthorn, genius alchemist and engineer, bring healing. Restoration. A deep, intense, powerful satisfaction… with 16 thrust settings."
"W-what?"
"Meet The Pleasure Prince." Vuvi exclaims, slapping Pip on his brass behind, launching him towards Rukari. "Made by yours truly. A divinely powered, perfectly engineered machine built for one thing, m'lady. Your sexual satisfaction. Guaranteed. In fact, we're currently offering a special, one-time only deal! First session's free! And…" Vuvi grins, tilting her head to the dozen other centaurs standing behind Rukari. "Since it seems you've brought some of your friends. I'll give a discount on group bookings. I promise, the fee is very modest considering the service on offer."
The other centaurs began to point and murmur. Some blushed or giggled. Others snorted and scoffed.
Pip stands resolute, staring straight ahead, trying his best not to look awkward as Rukari looms over him, inspecting him closely.
"You say he can… satisfy us?" Rukari asks, eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled with doubt.
"I guaranteed it!" Vuvi proclaims.
She turns to Vuvi, suspicion giving way to curiosity. "So he's a pleasure tool?"
"Oh no, my dear, he is so, so much more! Divine crystal core, ancient pleasure magics weaved into hundreds of runes across his body, custom crafted, auto-calibrating vibration algorithms. I could go on for days! He's a gift from the Great Mother if ever there was one."
"But how does he—"
"Pip, show the Princess what she'll be working with, please."
Unblinking, Pip shudders once, activating his pelvic port.
Rukari and the other mares gasp, some scream, and one collapses.
Emerging like a golden god, glowing, gilded in runes and humming with strange magics, Pip's manhood stood long, strong and basking in the light of twin-suns. A gleaming monument to carnal pleasure.
[Activating Demo Mode]
[Thrust Output: 15%... 30%... 50%...]
"H-How much for an hour!?" a voice squeaked.
"I want to go first!" another bellowed.
"Me, please!" came another.
"No!" Rukari barked. "I shall test the weapon first."
The rest of the centaurs all roared and stamped their hooves, praising the warrior princess for her bravery.
Rukari turned to Vuvi, flipping her long braids across her shoulders. "You speak highly of your construct. Failure to produce satisfactory results would be seen as a direct insult to me and by extension, my entire tribe. It dare not disappoint me!"
Vuvi smiles and bows her head. "A fair warning, your grace. And if I may be so bold. A warning from me. Hold onto something, he can get quite… vigorous." she grins.
The centaur princess scoffs as she snatches Pip by the back of his neck and starts leading him through the tall grass.
"Come, my battlesisters. To the Moaning Meadows!"
Vuvi's eyes widen as she quickly jogs after them, notebook and quill in hand as she happily counts and calculates. And. following the trio, a procession of hooved beauties that neigh and bellow like troops marching to war.
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The meadow is sun-drenched and ghostly quiet, like a forgotten holy place where knowing souls dare not tread. The centaurs file in silently, forming a large circle around a bed of flowers covered in soft grass.
Rukari leads Pip to the center, where all eyes watch on filled with burning lust and quiet reverence.
The princess turns to face the machine, her face fierce and focused. She loosens her hair, fluttering it about before she removes her chest plate and armour, revealing a body that could crush mountains and melt minds.
"They're gonna watch?" Vuvi squeaks as she pokes her head out between two centaur's thighs.
"We share no shame in the act of mating." Rukari sneers. "Once, these meadows would ring with the songs and sounds of centaurs in lust and love. Now… nothing. The curse has robbed us of our most natural and beautiful calling. So… I warn you machine, you tread on our most sacred ground. When it comes to the battle of the bedroom, I shall give no quarter! No second chances. A performance less than legendary will see you reported a fraud and banned from these lands… if my mother feels merciful. And she never does."
Pip's vision shook.
[Target Name: Rukari, Third Princess of the Green Sea Tribes]
[Species: Centaur]
[Arousal Status: 64%]
[Emotional Status: Frustrated (High) / Horny (Very High)]
[Target Pleasure Objective: Grade SS (Legendary) Performance or Higher]
She stepped toward him, regal, powerful and reeking of unrequited lust.
"So, Construct, are you going to show me what you can do?"
Pip's eyes gleam as he powers up. Hips motors winding up like jet-engines, pulse-crystals flickering furiously, servo's sizzling and cooling systems locked and loaded.
He wasn't just gonna lie there.
Not today. Not for this.
He wasn't a tool. He was a sexual saviour. The Pleasure Prince One Point Oh, dammit! This wasn't just a job for a customer, it was a divine, royal duty.
And by the Gods, he would fulfill it.
"For Vuvi. For the Kingdom of Eltherea. For this entire, cursed world!" he yelled in his head.
"And, maybe, just a little for me."