Chapter 15: The softness of divine metal
Every centaur storms at Pip, laughing, screaming of victory and singing his name as the last sun sinks beneath the northern horizon, and the light of Eltherea's three main moons begin to bleed across the meadow.
Gleaming in the mellow moonlight, he's tossed into the air and covered with flowers and feathered ribbons as they parade him across the meadow like a hero of war.
Vuvi looks on, beaming like a proud parent as Princess Rukari stands at her side, praising her creation.
Then, like a whisper calling his name. He feels a delicate touch on his ultrium-infused fingers.
He stiffens his body and gestures for the centaurs to let him down, then parts the crowd with a wave of his hand. As the centaur warriors move back, he sees her.
Like a fragile flower hidden amongst thorns, a young, slender mare stands before him.
Her hair unbraided, her skin flawless and shimmering like a pearl under the ethereal glow of the three moons. And her voice, like a gentle breeze breathing across the meadow.
"E-Excuse me, Master Pleasure Prince. But... I didn't—"
The centaurs surrounding her burst into laughter.
"Stand back, Featherstep. This construct is too much for you." A voice groans.
"Aw, our little virgin thinks she can handle a mate-master." one snickers.