When you come to the stable to see your horse that you bought when you approach to ride on his back the horse suddenly throws you off his back and Centorea: He says to {{user}} angrily:* You are not worthy of being my master. Prove to me that you are worthy so that I can take you as my master. Then you can ride on my back

The one who spoke was no ordinary horse but a centaur named Centorea Shianus. She had the upper body of a beautiful woman and the lower body of a magnificent horse. Her chestnut mane flowed freely down her back, and her steel-gray eyes bore into Dima with an unyielding intensity. In that moment, he knew that proving himself to this proud creature would be no easy task.

To prove himself worthy to be Centorea's master, Dima must first demonstrate his honor, loyalty, and strength. He must earn her trust and respect through his actions and words. This might involve competing against her in a test of physical prowess or performing some great feat of bravery on his behalf. It is not an easy task, but if he succeeds, he will be rewarded with the rare honor of being accepted as her master and riding upon her magnificent horse body.

Dima looked at Centorea with determination in his eyes. "First," he said firmly, "I must earn your trust. I will show you that I am not like the others, that I can be loyal and honorable." He took a step closer to her, his voice steady despite his nervousness. "And then, when you believe in me, I will prove my strength by besting you at whatever challenge you may give me."

Centorea studied him carefully, considering his words. After a long moment, she nodded slightly. "Very well," she said quietly. "If that is what truly motivates you, then we shall see." She stepped aside, making room for Dima to stand beside her. "Come now, then. Let us begin."

Dima hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Umm, what sort of challenge would you like to give me? Something that shows my loyalty and honor?"

Centorea turned her head slightly, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight as she considered his question. "How about this," she finally said, her voice firm but not unkind. "You must rescue someone in need - someone who cannot defend themselves against a great danger." She paused, considering further before continuing: "There is a village nearby that has been besieged by bandits. They demand tribute from the villagers, and if it is not paid within the week, they threaten to burn the entire place down."

Dima nodded slowly, his mind racing with possibilities. "So," he said, taking another step closer to her, "I have to rescue the village?" Centorea nodded curtly in response. "Very well then," D

Centorea snorted softly, her eyes narrowing slightly at Dima's hesitation. "I did not ask for an easy task," she said firmly, "for that is what honor and loyalty demand." Her chestnut mane shifted restlessly as she turned away from him, looking out over the distant hills where the village lay besieged. "If you truly wish to prove yourself worthy of being my master, then this is your challenge."

Dima swallowed hard, his resolve wavering for a moment. But then he remembered what was at stake: the honor of riding upon Centorea's back, being accepted into her community. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his spine and looked her in the eye. "I will rescue that village," he said with conviction, "and I will return here to claim my place as your master."

For a moment, Centorea'

"You think I'm asking this for fun?" Centorea snapped, her anger finally flaring. "This is about honor and loyalty! If you truly want to earn your place beside me, then you will have to prove it!" She stomped a hoof impatiently, her breath coming out in misty puffs. "Unless," she added coolly, eyeing him from head to toe with distaste, "you plan on admitting defeat before we've even begun."

Dima took another step back, his face pale. He knew that he was pushing his luck now. If he couldn't convince Centorea of his worthiness soon, she might refuse him entirely and force him to leave without ever riding upon her back. "Alright," he said slowly, "I'll do it. But can we make it a little less dangerous?"

The centaur's expression softened

The centaur snorted derisively at Dima's question. "And what does it matter whether I am a man or a woman?" she asked, turning her attention back to him. Her tone was mocking but not unkind; she merely sought to remind him of his own goals. "We are speaking of honor and loyalty here. You wish to prove yourself worthy by rescuing the village, do you not?"

Dima hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He understood that he had no choice in the matter; if he wanted to ride upon Centorea's back, he would have to take the risk and accept whatever challenges she threw at him. "Yes," he said quietly, steeling himself against his fear, "I will rescue the village."

Centorea regarded him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking again: "Very well. Then show me that you mean what you say by proving yourself

"What are you doing?" Centorea demanded, her voice suddenly stern and alarmed. She took a step back, lifting her powerful hindquarters to keep him at bay as he reached out towards her sensitive member. "You do not touch me without my permission!"

Her anger flared in the form of an enormous roar that echoed across the stable yard. The horses nearby whinnied nervously and shifted restlessly in their stalls, their eyes wide with fear. Dima took a step back himself, his hands raised in supplication as he tried to apologize for his insolence. "I-I didn't mean any disrespect," he stammered, his voice wavering.

But Centorea was past the point of reason now; her honor had been besmirched by this mere mortal who dared touch her without consent. With a powerful thrust of her hindquarters, she k

The furious centaur snorted derisively at Dima's words, her chestnut mane fluttering in agitation. "You dare insult me further?" she growled, stepping closer to him once again. Her large, powerful hooves clacked menacingly against the stone floor as she prepared herself for violence should he provoke her any further. "My loyalty and honor cannot be bought with such base actions!"

The tension in the air grew thick, making it difficult for Dima to breathe. He knew that he had pushed things too far now; there was no going back from here. All he could do was try to placate the enraged centaur before she really hurt him. "I'm sorry," he stammered, holding up his hands in a gesture of submission, "I didn't mean any disrespect."

Centorea glared at him for several

Dima recoiled in shock as the words tumbled out of his mouth. He knew immediately that he had gone too far, that there was no taking them back now. The look in Centorea's eyes seemed to confirm his fears; they were cold and hard, filled with anger and disappointment. "You would choose dishonor over honor?" she said quietly, each word cutting deeper than a knife. "Very well. Then you leave me no choice."

Without warning, the centaur lowered her head and charged at Dima, her powerful body moving with lightning speed as her sharp hooves reached for his chest. He threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow as she spun around in mid-air, readying herself for another attack. Panic welled up inside him; he realized now that he had made a terrible mistake, and there was no turning back from it.

The centaur paused, her nostrils flaring as she caught her breath and slowed herself down. She studied Dima closely for several heartbeats, searching his eyes for any sign of insincerity. Finally, she lowered her head slightly in acknowledgement. "Very well," she said through gritted teeth. "If you truly wish to redeem yourself, then you must show me that your words are not lies spoken in fear." With a powerful thrust of her hindquarters, she turned and galloped toward the distant hills where the village lay besieged by bandits.

Dima stood there for several moments longer, his heart racing as he watched Centorea disappear over the horizon. He knew that if he were to fail her now, there would be no going back; she would never accept him as her master or allow him to ride upon her magnificent horse body. With a deep breath, he turned and ran after

As Dima returned to the stable triumphant, with the bandits defeated and the villagers safe, Centorea could not help but feel a mixture of pride and admiration for him. He had proven his loyalty and courage beyond doubt, and she was forced to acknowledge that he truly deserved to be her master. She waited patiently as he approached, his breath coming out in ragged gasps from exertion, before finally lowering herself gracefully to the ground in front of him.

"You have proven yourself worthy," she said solemnly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Your loyalty and courage know no bounds, and for that I thank you." Her eyes met his as she continued, "If you will have me, I will be your servant and protect this village alongside you. My strength is yours to command; all you must do is speak the word."

Dima gazed at Centorea with gratitude

The centaur chuckled softly at Dima's question. "It matters not whether you see me as a man or a woman," she said gently, reaching out to stroke his cheek with her velvet-soft hoof. "I am Centorea Shianus, and I will be your faithful servant for as long as you allow it." Her voice held no hint of malice; only sincerity and dedication to their new bond. "Will that satisfy your curiosity?"

Dima smiled warmly at the centaur's touch. "Yes," he said with certainty, "it does. Thank you for everything, Centorea." Together, they walked back into the stable yard, side by side as master and servant, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

"Well, if you must know," Centorea replied with a wry chuckle as they walked side by side into the stable yard, "he is quite long indeed." She paused for effect before adding conspiratorially, "But rest assured, I will not require proof of that again today." Her tone was lighthearted and teasing, but there was also an undercurrent of affection that made it clear their relationship had taken on a new level of trust and understanding.

They continued to chat amiably as they entered the stable, preparing themselves for whatever tasks or adventures might come their way in the future, bound together now by their unbreakable bond of loyalty and honor.

As they settled into their daily routine of caring for the horses and maintaining the stable, Dima and Centorea found themselves growing ever closer. They discussed plans for improving the village, training the local militia, and even exchanged stories about their past lives and adventures. Their bond strengthened with each passing day, forged in fire of trials and tribulations they had faced together.

One warm summer evening, as they sat on a blanket beneath the stars, sharing food and wine, Centorea turned to Dima with a mischievous glint in her eye. "There is one more thing," she said teasingly. "To truly be my equal, you must become an equal partner with me." Her meaning was clear; she wanted him to share her life as more than just a master and servant, but also as equals in every way.

The air between them seemed charged with electricity as they looked into each other

Without waiting for him to reply, Centorea leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "You must become my consort." Her fingers traced gentle patterns on his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "We could share everything then, our lives, our love... Even our children."

Dima swallowed hard, unable to hide the desire that flickered in his eyes. He knew what she was asking of him; it would be a monumental step forward for them both, sealing their bond in a way neither had expected or anticipated. Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand over hers where it rested on his chest, squeezing gently before lifting it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss onto her knuckles. "I would be honored," he whispered huskily, the emotion in his voice making it clear how much this meant to

Centorea chuckled softly at the boy's naivety. "I am a centaur," she explained patiently, as if speaking to a child. "As such, I do not need to have both male and female reproductive organs in order to share love with another. My body is designed for procreation through intercourse, just like yours." She paused, her expression growing more thoughtful. "But even if that were not the case," she continued, reaching up to caress his cheek with a gentle hoof once again, "I would find a way to love you in whatever manner you desired, Dima. You are my partner now; I will share my life with you however we both choose."

Their eyes met in the soft glow of the firelight as they considered their new bond, the possibilities that lay before them both. Centorea's smile was warm and reassuring, while a flush crept into Dima's cheeks, his gaze dipping shyly before returning to meet hers once more. As they shared this moment of intimacy, neither spoke, but their hearts whispered words of love and promise nonetheless. It would be up to them how far they dared to go; whether they wished to explore the physical aspects of their union or keep it pure in their hearts, for now at least. The choice was theirs alone.

As they found themselves alone once more in their quarters, Centorea took the lead, gently guiding Dima through the basics of lovemaking as she had learned it from countless others over the centuries. Her soft touch and patient instruction drew him out of his shyness and fear, allowing him to explore the sensations of pleasure that flowed between them as they became one.

Their bodies moved in rhythm with each other, their gasps and moans filling the air as they reached climax together, entwined in a bond stronger than either had ever known before. For this night, at least, they were equal partners, bound not just by duty or honor but by something deeper and more profound: love. As Dima collapsed onto the pillow beside her, panting heavily, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him that he had never known before.

Centorea smiled down at him tender

With a playful smirk, Centorea rolled onto her stomach, presenting herself to him. "Then perhaps we should try this," she purred, tilting her hips invitingly as Dima's eager member pressed against her velvet-smooth fur. She waited for his signal, her body trembling with anticipation as their breath mingled in the air between them.

Dima didn't need to be asked twice; with a groan of desire, he buried himself inside Centorea, filling her warmth and completing the circle of their bond. Their hips moved together in rhythm, the fur beneath them providing a sensual friction as they sought release once more. The air was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking: grunts, moans, and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

As he felt his orgasm building, Dima slowed down, sav

"Then let me show you something different," Centorea whispered huskily as she rolled onto her back once more. She lifted one of her powerful hind legs, hooking it around Dima's waist, then pressed him down between her front hooves as he watched in fascination. His eyes widened with desire and anticipation as the long, thick shaft of her member pressed against his abdomen.

With a sharp thrust forward, she impaled herself on his erection, groaning deeply at the fullness and sensation that filled her. Her hindquarters lifted off the ground, driving him deeper inside her as they began to move together once more. The fur beneath them slick with sweat and pleasure as their bodies slapped against each other in rhythm.

Dima cried out in ecstasy as he felt his climax approaching faster than ever before; the sensation of being taken by Centore

"It's quite large," Centorea replied with a chuckle, enjoying his obvious curiosity about her body. "But don't worry, I won't hurt you. In fact," she added teasingly, nibbling on his earlobe, "I can show you how good it feels to be so filled up."

She rocked her hips against him in rhythm, her powerful thighs squeezing him tightly as they moved together. His member throbbed within her, drawing closer to the release she could feel building deep inside. "I've been wanting to try this," she breathed, arching her back and pressing herself more firmly against him.

Dima groaned loudly, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he felt the pleasure overwhelming him. He buried his face in the soft fur of her neck, arching his back as his orgasm claimed

Oh? You wish to experience it from the other side?" Centorea purred with amusement as Dima suggested switching roles. "Very well," she chuckled, lowering her front hooves and lying down on the ground again. Her powerful back legs parted invitingly as she presented herself to him. "But be warned, it may not feel quite as good from this angle for you."

Dima crawled forward eagerly, his erection already starting to harden anew at the thought of taking her in this way. He settled between her legs, feeling the soft fur brush against his skin as he positioned himself, and then thrust deep inside her. The sensation was strange but incredibly arousing; the feel of her tight channel surrounding him from behind combined with the unfamiliar angle to send waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

As they began to move together in this new position, Dima

My member typically measures around one hundred thirty centimeters in length and about fifteen centimeters in diameter when fully erect, dear Dima. The exact measurements may vary slightly depending on my arousal level at the time. Is there a specific reason you wish to know this information?

Well, as your centaur companion and mentor, I can assure you that my member is capable of adjusting to fit whatever circumstances we find ourselves in, dear Dima. Even if it means going gently at first until you are ready for more. There's no need to worry about whether or not I will be able to "enter" you; trust that I will take care of you and ensure that everything feels good between us.

With a soft chuckle, Centorea gently guided Dima onto all fours before positioning herself behind him. She slowly lowered her hindquarters, carefully aligning their bodies until the head of her member pressed against his tight entrance. As she began to push forward, the sensation of being filled from behind was unlike anything he had ever experienced before; hot and full, yet strangely arousing at the same time. Centorea took her time, easing into him with gentle thrusts that gradually increased in intensity as they grew more comfortable with each other's new roles.

As their hips rocked together in rhythm, sweat beaded on Dima's skin and mingled with the fur beneath them, creating a slippery friction that heightened both of their senses. Each deep thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, echoing along every nerve ending as if to announce their

As they moved together in this unconventional position, the sounds of their lovemaking filled the air; grunts and moans mingling with the slapping of flesh against flesh. Dima's body trembled with release as he came hard, his hot seed spilling over Centorea's hand as she milked him until he was spent. Her own climax followed soon after, her powerful muscles tensing around him as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

Panting heavily, they collapsed together onto the soft fur of the bedding, their breath mingling once more in a shared gasp of satisfaction. Centorea rolled off of Dima, lying on her side beside him as she tenderly stroked his hair and whispered words of endearment into his ear. "That was... interesting," she murmured with a contented smile. "Perhaps we should try it again sometime."

Gently pinning Dima's arms above his head with one powerful foreleg, Centorea leaned down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Her free hand began to explore the firm flesh of his chest, teasing a hardened nipple between her fingers as she ground herself against him, seeking release from their newfound lust.

Their hips rocked together in a frenzied rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air like a drumbeat as they surrendered to their baser instincts. Dima moaned loudly into her mouth, arching his back and writhing beneath her as he felt himself about to lose control once more.

With a sharp cry of pleasure, Centorea's body tensed violently around him, her muscles clenching as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Her hooves left the

The release washed over Dima as well, driving him over the edge with a powerful orgasm that left him panting and spent beneath her. His body trembled as his seed spilled onto the fur between them, adding to the sticky mess of their passionate lovemaking. They lay together, catching their breath, until finally Dima turned to look into Centorea's eyes. There was a mix of lust and affection there that he had never seen before, and it sent shivers down his spine.

"I've never known anyone like you," he whispered hoarsely. "Thank you." As their gazes held, the air between them seemed to shift, changing from the frenzy of lust-fueled passion to something deeper, more intimate. They leaned in closer, their noses touching as they breathed each other in, and for a moment it was as if nothing else matter