The Enchanter and the Centaur
Fuck or Die, Centaur Style
Chap 1 — His gaze locked with Diego’s for just a moment, and then he was gone.
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Diego meandered down the street on his horse, feeling a bit drunk from the wine he had earlier. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he felt humiliated by the last guy he slept with, even though they had already broken up more than a month ago.
As he rampaged through the marketplace in the cold light of day, a man dashed towards him and collided with the horse’s flank. The horse whinnied with annoyance and warning. But the man ignored him. His gaze locked with Diego’s for just a moment, and then he was gone.
A vision swept like a shadow across Diego’s mind. He saw the man running towards a hidden ditch, and falling to his death.
Diego cursed. He was an enchanter, but he normally didn’t get visions. He had slept with a ghoul (two, actually), which might have corrupted his magic.
But then he realized; he recognized the place that the man had been dashing towards.
Suddenly ignited with purpose, Diego tugged his horse around to gallop after the man. The horse protested but followed along, obedient for once.
The man was just meters away from that fateful spot. Diego pulled out an ugly magic jewel that a former lover had given him, and unleashed a spell.
A black hexagon blasted up from the ground around the man, caging him. He cried out in fury. Diego was surprised that he didn’t seem afraid.
“Free me, you must!” hollered the man.
Diego smirked. “Listen to me, you shall.”
He rode up to the man and explained that he foresaw his death, and that he would tumble into a pit just a short distance away.
But the man looked incredulous and sneered at him. “You think I’m that easy to fool, boy?” At least he wasn’t speaking with that odd grammar anymore.
Diego shook his head. “Look, if you really want to die, I’ll let you run into the hole like you were destined to. Otherwise, you can at least walk back the way you came.”
The man was grumpy. But then a sly smile stretched across his face, and he eyed Diego with a growing avidity. “I can walk back the way I came, yes, but on one condition. You must let me fuck you.”
Diego almost fell off his horse when he heard that. The guy wasn’t his type, but if it meant saving someone’s life…
Plus, Diego hadn’t gotten laid since he was dumped by his last lover. Sex was sex!
What the man — whose name was Aegon — hadn’t told him, was that he lived in a swamp. Aegon turned back the way he came, urging Diego and his horse to follow him home.
The horse refused to get into the swamp, and Diego didn’t blame him. He tethered the horse to a tree, and followed Aegon through the muck.
Diego wasn’t one to turn down adventure, especially not if it involved sex. But he wished that they could do it in a place that wasn’t this filthy.
At least, it wasn’t the kind of filth that he was into.
To his dismay, Aegon urged him to walk down an increasingly deep path of water. Far deeper than any swamp ought to be. Before Diego could protest, Aegon grabbed him and dunked him underwater.
Diego’s yell was stifled by the water. Then, lips pressed against his. A moment later, he could breathe, and even his eyes stopped stinging enough for him to open them.
What he saw stunned him. They had arrived in a sparkling dark castle with marble floors.
But all he could think of was, “I didn’t realize your home was so big.”
“You’ll see something even bigger,” the man smirked.
Just then, a streak of brown and white fur rushed out from across the hall. An adorable puppy yipped and ran at Aegon. The man groaned and waved him away.
“Not now.” The puppy looked dejected, and padded away with his tail between his legs.
Diego felt sorry for the pup, but he didn’t want the dog to be in the bedroom with them, either.
At last, they reached the master bedroom, where there was a massive bed in the center. Aegon threw Diego onto the mattress, and began tearing at his clothes.
“Careful! My clothes are expensive,” Diego complained while removing his garments with care. He wouldn’t have worn these nice clothes if he knew he would wade through a swamp and even have sex.
A second after, something strange happened. Aegon morphed. His two legs became four, and they ended in hooves. A long tail erupted from his butt.
Diego hissed with bewilderment. “You’re a centaur?”
“You won’t fuck a centaur?” Aegon countered with a curl of his lips.
Diego lifted his chin. “Try me.” Maybe there was something unwise about banging a centaur, but Diego was already too horny to care.
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This was written to Jonathon Sawyer’s Monday Mashup prompt #21.
Prompt:
Someone bumps into you on the street, and you have a vision of their
impending death!
2 pts
Constraints:
An ugly piece of jewellery 1 pt
A hexagon 1 pt
A swamp 1 pt
An irresistibly cute puppy 1 pt
Hardcore constraint:
A centaur 2 pts
Literary device:
Anastrophe 5 pts
I tallied up my own points! 1 pt
Total: 14
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