Chapter 13: When the herd gets heard
Twelve of the tribe's best warriors, sculpted of muscle and glowing under the amber and lavender light of Eltherea's twin suns, stand wide-eyed and eagerly waiting, sharing whispered praise of Pip's pleasuring performance. They guess, predict and wager what fertilized fate he held for each of them, all eyes firmly focused on his gleaming metal frame.
He stood in the middle of the meadow, radiant. Posed like a regal painting as his foot rested on a rock, his pelvis still glowing gently.
His body hummed, not from heat or stress.
But, control.
Every moment spent providing pleasure also provided him with a deeper understanding of himself, of his capabilities and of his purpose.
Vuvi moved swiftly among the centaur horde, diligently taking down names, measurements and preferences, forming a calculated plan of attack for Pip's upcoming endurance battle.
She nods, rubs her chin then stares off blankly into the distance as her brilliant brain works through hundreds of considerations and concerns. She finally slaps her notebook closed and struts over to Pip beaming a wide grin.
"Right! So here's what we're gonna do, Pip..." she starts as she walks up to him, wrapping her arm around his shoulder as she softly murmurs through her plan, flicking her eyes and pointing to each of the centaurs on the edge of the meadow.
"Good! Got it?" Vuvi asks as they break from their huddle.
Pip stands resolute, hands on hips and beaming with confidence. He shoots her a thumbs up and turns to the centaurs.
"OK!" Vuvi screams as she pours over her notes. "FIRST UP! Blazetail... please step forward!"