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>Saddling the Centaur II - Packframe pleasures
Greentext time
>the Demon Lord and his Army were defeated when that hero Anon-guy impregnated the Angel into super-power-blast mode and she nuked the DL
>the Human Army takes his followers as prisoners and distributes the spoils
>be Pfc Anon, arriving late to the Waifu auction yard
>there's only a few lots left
>Lot 73: Three Centaurs, all sisters that won't be seperated, what am I bid, Gents..?
>not the species Anon wanted, but the lightbulb goes on
>no other serious bidders, gets them cheap
>pays 5 Gold of his army-pay, signs their papers, gets handed 3 halter-ropes
>walks them back towards town
>the 'leader' the blonde with the dappled-grey hide speaks,
>"Umm, if you wanted to, if you were tired perhaps, you could maybe ride one of us to town...?"
>the other two, the black and the auburn, gasp at her brazenness, but Anon just keeps walking
>Anon goes to the Tavern, heads towards the door with the 3 following
>Anon stops, ties their leadropes to the rail outside
>a lot of disgruntled murmuring, Anon ignores it, goes inside
>Anon comes back out, takes up the ropes
>heads down the street to the saddlery store
>leads them inside, and the dapple-grey-blonde walks straight over to the decorated 'wildwest' saddles like she's picking out rings in a jewellery store
>ignore her, keeps leading them down the back
>buys three packsaddles from the guy, waits while the Saddler fits them on and tightens the girths
>leads them back out into the street
>they're all a lot more hesitant now, ashamed to be seen like this in public
>the chestnut-auburn, the quiet one, tries to see the bright-side
>"Well, at least we'll be carrying Anon Master's stuff, that's almost like carrying him, right...?"
>the other two say nothing
>"Not my stuff, the guy at the Tavern's paying 4 Gold for a delivery of seed-bags to the next town."
>the dapple finds her voice
>"So, you're treating us like....like horses!"
>Anon pronounces the next words very clearly
>"No, Ladies, like Whore-ses. Time to shake it and make Anon-daddy some of that gold."

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