Rukari stands regal and ready as she arches her back and stretches her arms, her oiled muscles coiling as if she was being drawn like a mighty warbow.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there and buzz like a broken bee or are you going to impress me?"
Pip didn't hesitate. He launched.
She tries to react but his speed is beyond her. With divine strength and surgical, sensual precision, he lifts the mare off her hooves, flips her around gently, and places her on her back in a bed of soft grass and blooming flowers.
"W-what did you… Oh… W-w-wwait… Oh... Thats… OH MOTHER!"
He enters her like a burning battering ram bursting through a castle gate. She bucks and kicks and tries in vain to find something to hold onto, fingers tearing through the grass as Pip's metal tears through her, divine magic reaching up behind her ribs, releasing waves of pleasure that ruptures through every organ in her body.
Her deep, guttural neighs of pleasure send gasps through the crowd.
"I-Is he breaking her?" one asked nervously.
"Gods, I can't wait till he breaks me!" another adds, licking her lips as she studies Pip's movements religiously.
Rukari tries to brace herself, she tries to make sense of it, she tries to just focus on a single thought.
Anything.
But Pip's thrusts ripple through her brain like storming warhorses, trappling all her attempts to find reason in her ravishing as Pip pushes deeper and deeper, past every physical barrier and peak of pleasure she thought her body held.
"Wait! A moment… p-p-please." she pleads, her sharp, commanding voice now reduced to a quivering whimper.
But he isn't done. Only changing position.
He grabs her hand with a regal elegance, lifts, shifts and twists her, folding her like a forbidden pretzel.
The crowd oohs.
"Ah, the ol' Pendragon Pelvis Popper." Vuvi smiles proudly. "A difficult manuever. But just look at his technique. Flawless!"
His thrusts are like divine wrath given physical form. Sensors scan her in real-time, algorithms adjust to her every twitch and tremble. His movements are calculated, precise and powered by more than just passion. He was pumping with purpose.
He was doing good, great even, but it wasn't enough.
Not yet.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 2]
Her neighs gave way to moos then moans then screams for her mother, and finally a quiet, breathless quivering as Pip works his way through Thrust Vectors 1 ,9, 17 and 24. Twice.
She was no longer a proud warrior, or princess or even a centaur.
She was putty against Pip's pulsing penetrations. Her mind broken and rebuilt into a shrine to a metal sex-god, one brain-shattering orgasm at a time as he proudly plundered her, every muscle inside her body straining against the fullness of Pip's throbbing member buried deep inside her gut.
When it is finally over, and he slides himself out, inch by divine inch, she simply lay there a moment, her body blissed-out and broken, her thighs steaming as the last tingles of pain and pleasure fade, her body hollowed out completely, her soul entirely filled with a divine euphoria that defies mortal comprehension.
Pip helps her up like a gentleman as she staggers, legs wobbling, her face frozen in a dopey grin as she finds her footing while her insides still hum faintly with residual magic.
"That was… devastating." she mutters, eyes glazed over. "Delightfully devastating!"
He stands before her, bows deeply then offers her his arm. She takes it like a lady being walked down the aisle and struts forward, head held high, knees knocking beneath her, and raises a fist in triumph.
"Sisters! Bare witness! I have faced the divine construct and found that… HE IS WORTHY!"
The ring of centaurs erupt into cheers and roars of carnal victory.
Vuvi sits proudly nearby, diligently taking performance notes. "Making me proud, Pip!" she mutters under her breath, scribbling away.
"Lady Blackthorn." Rukari huffs. "You're a woman of your word. Your machine truly may be the salvation this world needs. But first…" she turns her head, gazing across a 12-strong squad of centaur warrior women that she proudly calls her battlesister.
"All of them?" Vuvi asks excitedly, eyes gleaming like polished gold coins.
Rukari nods with a grin. "Then I want another go."
Vuvi hops to her feet, claps her hands, and struts over to Pip who stood quietly basking in his own mechanical magnificence. She grabs his hand and quickly leads him off to a quiet corner on the edge of the meadow while his visual interface brings news of rewards for his efforts.
[Primary Objective Completed: Grade S Pleasure Performance or Higher ]
[Pleasure Performance Rating: S+]
[Pleasure Points Earned: 330]
[Pleasure Power has leveled up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 006]
"Pip! That was the stuff! Top shelf! Our reputation is going to skyrocket in this place." Vuvi calls out proudly.
He gives a giddy nod.
"That being said. We've been given a unique opportunity here. It was gonna happen sooner or later. Probably. But… well, you see the thing is…" Vuvi turns to the group of centaurs, all staring at Pip with longing, lust-filled eyes. "These poor, suffering women need our help, Pip. They're practically begging for it. Just look at them."
Pip turns to them, eye-cameras flickering across a wall of beauty standing posed before him. Flicking tales, batting lashes and flexing muscles. He's pretty sure one was drooling.
"I know this is sudden, and it's a lot. Even for you, Pip. But… do you think you—"
He interrupts Vuvi with his metal hand firmly gripping her shoulder. He looks at the centaurs then back at Vuvi, and answers her with a brave, firm nod.
She turns to the centaurs with two-thumbs up and a grin that screamed: Money! Money! Money!
And with Pip's arrival, The Moaning Meadows would once again earn its name.
Many, many times over.