As Papi and Miia sleep soundly, I get up and check the fridge. Great, empty. I'll worry about that tomorrow.
The next morning, I get up early. I don't want to wake Miia or Papi, so I best have food for them! Right, isn't there some bad guy on the streets? Note to self: Be careful.
I head to the nearest convenience store. I buy a hefty surplus of food, maximum my backpack and my two arms can carry. Luckily the store is only a few minutes' walk from home.
As I pay the cashier and leave, I wonder if my wallet will continue to survive at this rate. Sure, I'm good enough to handle it, but I'm no Elon Musk!
As I daydream about how having billions would help, my face comes boobs-first into a blurring centaur. Not like I know her. She smashes into me and a pole. I drop my food, bags scattering all over the ground, and I lay nearly unconscious.
"Are you the one? I found you! You are the one fated to be my Mast-" She looks down as I barely register any of her words.
Soon, as I slowly come to, a random woman's purse is snatched by a guy on a moped. He laughs menacingly. I tell the centaur girl we need to stop him.
I take a look at her. She has long blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, striking blue eyes, and a proud, elegant human upper body that flows into a powerful chestnut horse lower half. Her figure is statuesque, with generous curves and a knightly bearing. She unsheathes a sword. "What injustice! I'll see to it to stop the thief." She pauses for a moment. "Sadly, without a host, I am forbidden and unable to do anything that may cause harm!"
What about the sword! I'm sure that's illegal. Not to mention you just unceremoniously HARMED ME!
"Okay then let's go!" I say, about to climb on her back. She back-kicks me hard in the face!
"No, only an authorized master is to ride me!" She huffs angrily. She hoists me up in her arms and, without further ado, trots full speed after the moped.
It is no challenge for her to easily catch up, but I am now hanging on for dear life, my arms wrapped around her waist.
The moped guy does a trick and hops off a hill to avert capture, landing perfectly on the road below. The centaur doesn't even think. She leaps easily onto the road in front of the biker. My hands slide up, squeezing her breasts, almost like I am groping. Hey, I am hanging on for dear life. Needless to say, I fall off, painfully I might add. The poor biker sees the aftermath and swerves his bike into some boxes as the centaur twists her foot, dropping her sword.
The biker guy grabs her sword and slashes toward her. Not on my watch. "You want her, you have to go through me first!" He slashes the sword at me. Yep, this is it folks, I'm dead, kaput, done for, finished, toast, lights out, game over. I tackle the thief and he plunges the sword into my chest. "You won't harm her, not now not EVER!" I give him my one-punch as he lays unconscious on the floor.
I fade out. Next thing I know, I am wrapped in bandages, sitting in front of Ms. Smith in her panties and bra.
"Uh?" What's going on here? Wait, there's bigger questions. How did I get here? How am I alive?
Ms. Smith chuckles softly, as if reading my mind. "Oh c'mon. You think I'm irresponsible enough to let someone out with a real sword?" She slowly drips the next words softly as if it is some secret. "Well, I should inform you, you were carried on Cerea the centaur on her back." So, her name is Cerea. Wait, why is she whispering that?
"If a centaur has someone riding their back, it's like a form of marriage. So, in a way..." She teases the next words into my ear. "You. Violated. Her." Wait, I was unconscious, but oh shit, I almost did the first time.
I see Cerea come into the living room. I quickly bow, fully prostrate on the floor. "Please I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't think it could've been a serious thing. Hit me as many times as you need to feel better."
Okay, I barely healed, so endure the pain, endure! Wait, no pain. I slowly look up.
Soft tears flow from her eyes. Ah, crap I made her cry.
"Master," she says softly, clutching her breasts, pushing them up in a way she shouldn't have. "Can you feel my heart?" She pulls my arm onto her right boob. Uh, Cerea, the heart's technically in the middle, and more to the left, not the right!
I see an angry Miia and Papi trample me running to Cerea. "He's my Darling!" "He's my Master!" Papi shouts. "He rode me, he's fated to be mine!"
I groan, trampled by three girls.
Ms. Smith looks amused.
After a while they get up.
"What's for dinner?" Papi asks.
Shit, I need to go back to the store!
Suddenly I see a delivery service show up at my door, with a huge surplus of food.
"Wait, Ms. Smith, you actually bought the food?"
She laughs. "What? No, I just used your card while you were healing up. By the way, thanks for cooking for me too." What the fuck. I sigh. I go in the kitchen slaving for four ladies. They all squabble over how I'm theirs as Ms. Smith watches, enjoying the spectacle. Here I am, thinking, 'yet no one wants to help me with the chores. Figures.'