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Animal Farm: Wednesdays

Male Yandere Centaurs x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Dubcon, big flaring centaur dick, a second big flaring centaur dick, general yandere behavior, belly bulge from semen and big flaring centaur dick, mentions of musk Word count: 1k (The long awaited third day of the farm harem series Animal Farm, the centaurs! The first fic, along with the others, can be found HERE.)

It was Wednesday. And Wednesdays meant two things. Tyrig and Fargrin. The two muscular centaurs that would be pounding you damn near senseless. By the end of the day, you knew from prior experience, you would scarcely be able to stand. Let alone walk.

After managing to pull yourself away from the dogmen you took a shower. You wiped the cum and sweat from your body. Not that it would matter... you would have a new layer of semen and musk on you soon enough. Evidently you took a bit too long because you were yoinked out suddenly by one of the centaurs. Tyrig.

You shivered as you were exposed to the early outside air with wet skin.

“Awe, are you cold? Don’t worry we’ll warm you up~”

He flung you onto his back and you had no choice but to grab his torso and get close for warmth and stability as he galloped over to the black-furred centaur Fargrin. His black fur and white hair looked pristine, as if he had just bathed as well.

They talked a bit and Fargrin trotted off briefly and came back with his blanket before draping it around you, covering you in his strong musky scent. Apparently they had decided against retrieving your clothing today.

You sighed and held the blanket tightly around you. You were plucked off Tyrig and placed on the comfy bench they had made for you.

“I am going to win this time for sure!” Said the blonde horse Tyrig.

Fargrin only responded with a short laugh.

This was their little custom. Every Wednesday the first thing they would do was have a race around the farm between the two of them. The winner got to be the first to bulge your belly with centaur cock and a massive load of cum.

As usual they were neck and neck the whole time. Fargrin managed to pull ahead at the last possible second. He came trotting towards you with a grin on his face. You climbed on him, knowing he would want a good run with you, always enjoying some outdoor time before a good fuck.

You clung to him tightly, your hands on his muscular abs, while he ran for a bit.

When he was ready to move on to love making he joined his fellow centaur and they took you with them into their dwelling, an upgraded stable-like building. Given all the comforts a human would expect, though everything was much larger to accommodate the inhabitants.

At least it was warmer inside.

You wanted to just get it over with so you took your place on the “sawhorse” A cushioned bench that had rests for your arms and legs. It brought you up to the perfect height for the centaurs to breed you.

“Someone’s eager,” Fargrin remarked with a smirk.

You let out a weary sigh.

“Just to get it all over with.”

Tyrig snorted as he watched Fargrin prep you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to remain silent as Fargrin lubed up your entrance before starting the long process of stretching you out and warming you up before the massive invasion of his cock. He worked quickly, but carefully. Eager to slip inside you, but wanting to be careful not to hurt you. His cock came out of his sheath and smacked against his underbelly in anticipation. He knew you were ready when his hand and part of his arm could enter you without trouble.

When you were prepped he stood over you as you lay on the sawhorse and pressed his gargantuan cock against your entrance. You winced in discomfort, but it didn’t hurt very much at all. The side effect of all the monster-man semen was that it made you unnaturally stretchy and resilient. It was potent stuff.

Once you could take his full length he spared no time in beginning to pound you properly, his cock making a perfectly visible outline in your stomach as it bulged you out. His massive balls smacked into you loudly, stinging you a bit with each thrust.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he railed you. Tyrig watched with an erection, eager for his turn to rearrange your insides. Both of them chuckled at the perverted moans you let out as your body quivered in orgasm.

“Sh-shut up…”

You blushed deeply as Fargrin continued until finally his tip flared and his balls moved as he emptied them into you, the tip of his cock visibly twitching in your stomach before he eventually pulled out with a loud squelch. Cum came flooding out of you as he did so.

Okay Tyrig, all yours. Now it was Fargrin’s turn to just watch.

Tyrig had no need to prep you or use any amount of lube, the other centaur’s cum would work just fine to ease his cock into you. His cock drooled precum, hungry for your depths after watching the earlier spectacle. You blushed when an involuntary gasp left your lips as he mounted you.

“F-fuck…”

“Heh, you know you love it~”

You whimpered but said nothing in response. You didn’t trust yourself not to just moan incoherently if you tried to speak because at that moment he decided to pick up the pace. It wasn’t too long before you were panting and shuddering, your overly stimulated body trapped in the painful bliss of another orgasm.

“You’re such a lovely cock sleeve!”

He grunted he added his considerable load to what was left of Fargrin’s inside you. Your belly looked pregnant as your hole leaked musky semen all over the place.

You lay there limply. Too sore and sensitive to be able to move. They took you into the shower with them and cleaned you thoroughly, Tyrig pressed your face into his bulging muscular chest as the water rinsed the soap from your limp body. When they finished with that they made you some food and fed you lovingly.

That way you were well fed and cleaned. After all, if they wanted to put you through round 2 you had to keep your energy up and be clean so they could have fun getting you dirty again.

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My sister is making so much progress on the Alki units. She scrubbed both of them down for days, they haven’t been properly cleaned in years and the added contractor dust made them pretty filthy. The only things left to do is finishing the outdoor paint, get barstools, stocking both kitchens with tableware, cookware, all of the kitchen essentials renters would expect. I need to replace the oven downstairs and figure out dining room tables for both units too, they are small spaces so I had the idea of this little banquette in the corner, it would be so cozy and a fun place to snuggle up and watch the water with coffee, etc. They are price prohibitive and take a long time to arrive though, so I’ve been waffling. My sister called me yesterday and let me know that our contractor is super bored on his other project and when she mentioned the banquette, he said he’d love to build them and make cushions for them too! I love the idea of custom built ins made by someone so great, he said he can take this original idea and even add storage. It will take him a day and will be so much cheaper. It feels so special. I’m excited.

My friends and family are starting to use it - K is writing there once a week, and my niece is staying there on the weekends because of her crazy shifts at work. I’m still a little freaked out by the rental strategy but it’s ok, I’ll figure that out when I’m ready.

In other news, I did the dishes, cleaned and changed the cat litter, watered and am washing my bedding. I had to sit down a few times but it was good. I’m thinking I might go to Golden Gate Park later for a walk. That sounds lovely.

Peach and Rupert playing. Peach’s head is still so tiny. That whole time he was here is so surreal.

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~ Wild Soul ~

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Outdoor Set.

Boho themed!

Contains: ( Double lounge - 3 Poufs - 4 Cushions - Rug - Wall Art - Vase with plant - Vase without plant - Pampas plant)

12 New objects all meshed by me.

All Tested in game and Base game compatible.

HQ Textures

Custom Thumbnails

You can find the objects in game by typing (Goldie) or (Wild soul) in search.

NOTE!! I'm sorry but Some of the set objects are high poly because I made detailed macrames and boho features and that takes a lot of poly!

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I hope you enjoy using them! and please tag me in your posts when you use them in your builds! I'd love to see that! 🤍🤍

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Hi there! Could you write something along the lines of AfabReader x William afton where he surprises her with jewelry she has always wanted? Thanks if you do!!-🪄

Yes yes yes of course I can, thank you for requesting, I didn't expect so many responses!

William Afton x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol.

It was a muggy day in 1978 Hurricane, Utah. The sun slipped through your fingers and pooled onto the streets. Pavements had become hot to the touch, and you were sure your shoes would melt to the concrete if you stood idle for too long.

Will had suggested spending the day on the high street; he encouraged you to join him to explore the new surroundings since moving there. He had left Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan in the care of Henry for the day, more than assured he was the perfect babysitter.

The quaint shops crowding the sides of the road invited customers in with open doors and decorated windows. It was only eleven in the morning by the time you had made your way through more than half of them. William had been browsing through children's clothes and accessories ready for summertime whilst you picked up cushions for the sofas, pots, and pans for the new stove, and silly hats to try on and laugh about in the store's mirror.

After purchasing a hefty amount of summer tops and bottoms and homely decorations, the pair of you opted to load the bags into the car before your arms dropped off. Loading them into the boot one after the other, you just about managed to squeeze them all in - except for a few sizable pillows on the back seats...

"Trust you to go shopping and buy half a house." William teased as you pushed all of your weight into slamming the trunk down, "Good thing the cars bloody big enough."

He leaned against the side of the cherry red Chevrolet with crossed arms and sleeves turned up, exposing the scars on his arms. It was definitely a sight to see. Assuring you that the healed injuries were completely pain-free, William had convinced you not to worry. It was always a question of concern, considering he would constantly tinker with intricate, and extremely hazardous, machinery, but you kept that concern to yourself for the time being.

"Sorry that I want a lovely-looking house!" You retorted as he shot back a smirk and pushed himself back onto his feet, "Want to grab some food?"

"Sounds good. I saw a café just up the road from here."

"Brilliant." Just up the road to Will meant a 15-minute walk, and for some superhuman reason, he wasn't feeling the sweltering heat. "Right let's go then."

During the stroll, you had peeked your heads into many different shops: shoemakers with extravagant heels for the most elegant of occasions, an outdoors and camping store full of enormous tents, a home-brewed liquor shop full of free samples and nestled beside the café, a fancy jeweller.

You gazed in through the window as intricately cut jewels lustred against the harsh sunlight pouring in through the glass. Resting upon a velvet mannequin sat a stunning golden necklace. Adorned with delicate diamond petals, it exuded elegance.

After taking a considerable amount of time to choose a whiskey, William finally caught up with you.

"We'll have to pop some ice into the freezer when we get home," He confidently displayed the bottle he had purchased, "Take a look at what I got for half price, love."

As you stepped back from the window, you felt a twinge of hesitancy. However, you couldn't ignore the wide grin plastered across his face, leaving you to raise an eyebrow with interest.

"How on earth did you get that for half price?" As you reached for the bottle, he quickly snatched it back and stuffed it into the bag, "Oi!"

"She just fancied me far too much to charge me full price." He jested, earning a questionable glare from you, "Part of the sales, love."

As he ushered you to move on, you couldn't help but keep an eye on the beautiful piece of jewellery that had previously caught your attention. William caught sight of your gaze and stole a look after you had moved on. After quickly glancing through the window, he strode into the café behind you.

The meal was excessively sweet. You had opted for an American breakfast classic - pancakes with bacon and syrup. It definitely filled the spot. On the other hand, Will had ordered a simple poached egg on toast with a bitter latte. It was past midday by the time you left, and the both of you were tired out from shopping for hours on end.

"Make your way back to the car, love." He urged whilst pulling out his wallet and tossing you the keys, "I'll pay for the food to save you some time."

After agreeing, you strolled your way back to the car. The seats were hot to the touch. You didn't dare sit down without placing a cushion beforehand. It had been just over fifteen minutes when Will came into view. His hair had fallen over his forehead and one of his sleeves had slipped down after carrying his bag full of alcohol for so long.

"Looking sexy there mate." You goaded whilst throwing open the driver's side door for him, "What took you so long? I've been roasting in here."

"Assuming you didn't lock yourself in," he said, sinking into the chair, "the doors do in fact open."

You scoffed, "Next time, I'll bloody drive home without you."

"Well then. Next time I won't be buying you a lovely present."

He enjoyed buying you presents, though he didn't do it often. He would always tell you he's rubbish at it because he's a man - you couldn't disagree with the fact he was an awful gift-giver.

Eagerly taking a large A3-shaped piece of card out, he handed it over.

"What the bloody hell am I holding?"

He wiggled his finger around and nodded his head, "Turn it around!"

As you flipped it over, you saw a piece of advertisement. On it was a woman styling the necklace you had spotted earlier. Thinking back, it was beside the necklace you saw in the shop. At least he tried?

"Oh, it's... lovely..?" Not quite sure how to go around this, you played along. William stifled a laugh as he watched you feigning gratitude. "Are you pulling my leg?"

He sneered and turned to take something else out of the bag. "You think too highly of me." Turning to pass you a pretty little case, "Course I am."

As you opened the petite box, a wide smile spread across your face. The necklace sat on top of a silk cushion inside. Without a second thought, you leapt towards him and hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You knobhead. I genuinely thought you got me that piece of card."

He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and pushed you back slightly, "Cor, didn't realise you'd love it this much. Maybe I need to buy you jewellery all the time."

You jabbed him in the side, "Well then it wouldn't be so special, Mister., I'm awful at buying presents because I'm a man."

Chuckling at your response, he revved the car up and drove half an hour over to Henry's house.

Greeting an exhausted pair of adults at the door, and after slithering your way past a bundle of napping children, you mouthed a silent thank you and made your way into the kitchen. William brewed a pot of tea as if it were his own home, he always mentions they can't make his tea right. As he did so, The Emilys asked about your day.

You showed them your new necklace, to which Henry told you, "In all the years I've known Will, I never knew he was capable of such a lovely gift." He winked playfully, eliciting a sigh from his friend.

By the time you made your leave, it was approaching four in the afternoon. You heaved little Evan up into your arms and William held onto Michael and Elizabeth's hands, you turned to wave goodbye and hand over some cash as thanks.

While your attention was elsewhere, Evan swiftly took hold of the necklace and snapped it in two. You were met with a look of shock from William, as his mouth slightly hung open.

"Have you got the receipt?" You asked, wide-eyed.

"I'll tell them it came like that."

~

A/N - Thank you for reading! I mentioned before that I was going to shorten my stories and I think this is the perfect length. This one was so cute to write. Literally wrote a Mr. Bean moment into this. I hope you enjoyed it, I got so many requests, and I'm trying to work through them, but I probably won't be able to get through them all. Thank you anyway though, I appreciate the help!

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Buying outdoor custom-made cushions directly from a workshop can indeed offer better value for your money compared to purchasing them from retail shops. Here are some reasons why: Elimination of Retail Markup: When you buy directly from the workshop, you bypass the retail markup that is typically added to the price of products sold in stores. This means you can potentially get the same quality…

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Searching For Redemption (Chapter 4/5)

(Male!Forest Spirit x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Male! Forest Spirit x Gender Neutral! Noble! Reader

Genre: Slow Burn, fluff, historical fantasy

Warnings: Descriptions of Blood and animal violence

Word Count: 2827 words

Summary: You've become accustomed to your new life, if only a bit. How will a trip back into civilization change that?

A/N: We're here!! The penultimate (not final, whoops) chapter!! Next ones going to be a doozy, so I hope y'all enjoy ❤️

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

It’s early in the morning, as early as you can go, when you head to the market for the first time.

It had been 3 weeks since marrying Cernon, though it felt like no time had passed at all. Your daily routine of manual labor and organizing made the days bleed together, the nights usually a quick dinner and a crash into bed. Time was kept in your mind by moments with Cernon. He’d slowly begun to talk more and more, chit chatting as you work or while you washed up during the night. He’d even complimented your deweeding skills a few days ago, a small ‘good job’ that had you flush with accomplishment. He was opening up, slowly, but surely.

Being back in town felt surreal. You’d grown used to the murmuring silence of the forest, of being sweaty and filthy as you fed, cleaned, and cooked. Now you’re out on the streets, where people could see you, talk to you, judge you. Unlike when you lived in the castle, there were no intimidating knights or carriage windows to hide behind. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time.

Only a few shops are open, mostly run by older folks who stick to their own schedule. It’s enough for you to pick up essentials from your shopping list, all while still staying discrete.

The first store you enter is one of your old favorites. Not that you had ever been inside, of course, but the cute outdoor patio was one of the favorite sites from the carriage. It was also run by the only shopkeep you knew personally, an adorable older woman, Doreen who would personally deliver the fresh pastries to your driver. She often went out of her way to hand you a couple extra muffins, knowing they are your favorite.

A bell chimes as you push open the door, hot oven air and the smell of fresh pastries washing over you. Those muffins you love are already put out on a platter on top of the display case, a little sign saying ‘Today’s special’ written in fine penmanship.

“In a minute, dear!” An old voice shouts, not silencing the muttering chit-chat from the kitchen. You wondered if the owner had multiple pastry chefs who worked for her, or maybe it was just her family getting ready for the day. You daydream about this hidden life you would have never learned about in the castle as you browse, fingers dancing across the display case.

Theres the swing of a door, pushed open by the owner, her apron already speckled with flour.

“What can I do for you-”

You both jolt when she drops her wooden spoon, finally getting a look at her first customer of the day. Her mouth hangs open and you can feel your ears get hot.

“Um, is everything alright?”

Apparently three weeks of desperately trying to read Cernon has honed your ability, as you can see the million thoughts racing across her face all at once. It’s in her eyes, her posture, and her still open mouth.

But she’s a pro at this game, and as quickly as you notice it she’s composed herself. A big, warm smile replaces the shock.

“I just wasn’t expecting to see you in the flesh, your majesty. To be honest, you’re a bit taller than I thought you’d be, after only seeing you through a window all these years.”

You both laugh, a breath of fresh air as all that anxiety leaves you in a moment.

“I’d imagine so, but I'm sure I lost a few inches from having to hunch in that carriage seat. All that money and you’d think they’d design more ergonomic cushions.”

You can practically hear your father now, scolding you for even daring to imply shoddy castle craftsmanship, even worse, mention money so plainly. It’s unbecoming of a noble, he’d curse at you, before slapping your wrist.

“Oh, and I was just thinking of buying that new silver studded one for my pets.” She jests, patting herself on the arm. “Guess I’ll have to settle for a tiara, times really are tough.” She winks and you chuckle again. The feeling in the air is lighthearted, warm, so different from taking trips to town from before. The conversation is so casual, so easy, you don’t even notice the hushed silence coming from the back, nor the wandering eyes of curious old women.

“Now, what can I get you darling?”

“Nothing crazy, I just remembered how much I loved your sourdough and thought I’d swing by. Oh and can I get five of the muffins, please?” Doreen nods, grabbing a pair of tongs and a satchel as she puts away the pastries. You let your eyes wander to the back shelf, seeing jars of flour, sugar, and even some jams. The large window into the kitchen beckons your gaze, your periphery just glancing three sets of peering eyes, which jerk away as you finally focus.

Huh, weird.

But then you see a neatly wrapped jar, decorated with a blue ribbon, on the shelf. It’s a little more full than the others, with a label and an itty bitty price tag.

“Could I also get some if that fig jam?”

Doreen glances backwards. “Sure thing, hon. I actually just started putting that out today, so you’ll be the first to taste my jam recipe.” Doreen laughed to herself. “Happy to know it will actually sell, too.”

“Well I’m extra excited. My husband loves figs, so I’m sure he’ll give an honest review.”

Doreen pauses mid motion, a muffin dropping into the bag from a limp tong. Somehow, the quiet of the back got even quieter. That familiar tension crawls up your back once more, remembering that first meeting with Cernon. All the fear you had for the beast in the woods.

Doreen coughs, clearly trying to hide her shock. “Well, I look forward to-”

“Whats he like?”

One of the spying eyes from the back pipes up, now easily recognizable as the fruit stand owner down the street. Doreen whips back around to her with a glare.

“Well we know he likes figs, thats for sure?” Says the other spy, the florist form next door.

“I didn’t realize he could eat produce, I assumed it was a meat only situation.” The end of the trio is the head seamstress from the tailors, fidgeting her hands back and forth.

“Ugh, could you imagine the morning breath? I think not.” The fruit stand owner replies, shuddering at the thought. “I won’t even kiss my Henry after he eats a pork pie, nonetheless raw meat.”

“I didn’t say raw meat, I said only meat.” Chides the seamstress. “My god, he’s not an animal.”

“Not like your Henry, at the very least.”

Doreen lays a hand in her hip, unimoressed with their banger. “You ladies done with you’re clucking? I have a customer, here.”

“Sod off, Doreen, you’re saying you’re nor curious?” Fruit stand owner snaps back, but with a friendly chide in her tone. “Besides, they just got married, it’s only polite to ask how the groom’s doing.”

Her other two spies don’t even look to believe her excuse, but Doreen rolls her eyes the hardest.

“Yeah, sure.” Doreen turns back to you “Sorry about them, dear. Y’know us old bats and our gossip.”

“Oh, its okay.” It really isn’t, but the opening they have given you is perfect for your second goal of the day. “I know some people were…shocked by the announcement. But he’s really not as monstrous as people describe, he’s actually very sweet and-”

“Is he romantic?” Fruit stand says, cutting off both you and Doreen. Florist slaps her on the shoulder

“Waste of a question, Marge. Obviously he’s a romantic, we all heard how he proposed.”

“I know that Edith.” Marge backs. “But unlike you, I want to hear the whole story, not what everyone’s talking about it.”

“Oh I bet it was a dream.” Seamstress sighs, a fond look in her eyes. “On one knee, his heart on his sleeve, a ring he crafted from precious gemstones from all over the world. But how did he ask the question?”

“Does he cook? All the best men know how to cook.” Marge adds on, craning her head over the others.

“Cooking’s a plus, sure, but does he know to clean? That's the sign of a real winner.” Edith interjects, crossing her arms like she’s had personal experience with the issue.

“Or does he bring you his prize game from the forest? I read a novel like that once, the male lead seemed like a catch and a half.” The seamstress interjects, that dreamlike look still in her eyes.

Doreen is annoyed, trying to ignore them and encourage you to do so well. But you’re a little shell-shocked. When you had first cooked up the cover story, you thought you'd have to sell it a lot more. You definitely weren’t expecting people to eat it up like the morning gossip, nor did you expect such…questions

The story went that the beast, upon first glance with your majesty, had fallen madly in love. He had fought and killed those knights in an attempt court their highness, convinced in his “barbaric” ways that his feats of strength in defeating rival suitors would prove his worthiness to them.

In an act of courage, your majesty had approached the creature, explaining human courting customs properly. Maddened by affection, the beast gave his deepest apologies and crafted a ring of precious jewels, declaring his love in a proper way. Moved by the beast’s feelings and cordiality, their majesty accepted, leaving behind their life of luxury to be with their one true life.

A part of you wanted to tell them that no, Cernon wasn’t a great chef. That he wasn’t necessarily a romantic per say, usually knee deep in muck and laughing when you slipped and fell. He was bad at keeping things in order and frankly, his hair got everywhere.

But he was good at hunting and he always did the dishes when you cooked for you both. He picked up when you slipped and told you how to stand in the mud so you’re more stable. He helped find a place for all your bathroom products and when he noticed you shivering at night, he’d throw an arm and his blanket around you till you get warm again. Cernon was real, genuine, all the messy things in between.

And he had killed people.

That was why you had sold the romanticism of the story so much. That special kind of longing, almost obsession, that seems so glamorous on the outside that you can forgive all the dirty parts you aren’t experiencing.

You feel a bit sick to your stomach, that soft memory of Cernon’s arms wrapped around now xon striding and hot. It was wet and had a metal tang.

“Dear? Everything alright?” You’re snapped back into the present and out of thr unknown, four old women staring at you curiosly.

“Oh yes, I just…” You pick at your knuckles, an old habit from childhood, “...It’s been so wonderful these past weeks, I guess it’s the honeymoon bliss.” You rest you chin in thr plan if yoru hand for added effect. “Not sure if I’m an accurate witness.”

The three in the back bluster, eyes darting in between each other like they know they're gonna gossip more about this later. Doreen’s smile is softer, content with your own happiness.

“Well, I’m glad to see it’s well and good. Now, you three,” Doreen points her spatula to the hens, “Go back and finish up the dishes from breakfast with these idle hands of yours. It’s too early for this much chit-chat.”

The three graciously retreat, though you do hear a little bit of murmuring of excited banter. Doreen rolls her eyes, handing you your groceries as you pass over some coin.

Before you can back away, she grabs your wrist.

“If you need anything, just always know we’re here, ok dear?” She pats the top of your hand, “You don’t have to do anything alone.”

You smile, whispering a shaky ‘thanks’ and rushing out before the tears fully settle in your eyes.

While it wasn’t necessarily needed, it was nice knowing you had someone in your corner.

—

The rest of the grocery shopping goes by with ease. Most of the shopkeeps are too baffled by your humble appearance to ask any prying questions, even though you can tell they want to. You are even able to pick up some extra stuff for a recipe Cernin wants to try out. He had read it in a cookbook brought from the palace and you had caught him eyeing over the text multiple times since then.

But the hours of stares and walking do get a bit tiring, leaving you drained by the time you reach the forest edge. With the boughs of trees shifting and shadows leaping out of the way to make your way back home, your mind is elft wandering.

Who exactly were you falling for? The beast in the woods, or Cernon?

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You’re hunched over, wiping sweat from your neck with a handkerchief, when it happens.

It’s the heat of the day, a morning of barn deep-cleaning behind you, and Cernon is in the kitchen grabbing water for you both. As much as he shied away from your more material things, he’s taken up to filling your nice pitcher with lemon water every morning.

You’re a bit away from the house, sitting on a shady patch of grass. The thick forest side looks a little less ominous than before, but still conceals the shuffling and trotting of the boar. It’s only when she trots a few feet away from your patch that you notice her at all, jolting in surprise. She reminds you a bit of Sheila, one of the few pigs you’ve ever met, but far more grizzled. Maybe that's why you don’t feel as anxious as you should when she begins to huff, eyeing you warily. Pure inexperience proves to be to your detriment at this moment. You begin to kiss your lips together, rubbing your fingers together with a false treat. You’ve seen Cernon do this to the girls before.

Maybe she’s hurt? She seems nervous.

You slowly rise to your knees and her size becomes more apparent at eye level. If you had thought your hogs were massive before, that assumption has swiftly been corrected.

It takes only the smallest movement, a 2-inch step forward to spook her. That snuffling you associate with the girls isn’t playful or content, it’s a warning. It’s in a millisecond that you realize you’re in danger, the same millisecond that the boar charges.

You fall from your uneven footing and onto your butt, crawling backwards with wide eyes. The boar's tusks gleam in the light, all hard edges and bone white. Your stomach sinks low, your heart beating directly in your ears. Everything is so fast, colors blurring together, so you barely even register when Cernon pounces on the boar.

All you can see is the strong plane of his back, one set of his arms holding onto the boars tusks and the other digging his hands into the ground. The boar's sheer mass is able to push him back a couple feet, but he uses her tusks as leverage to whip her head around and throw her off her center. His hands lose grip on her weapons, both of them discombobulated as they try to regain the upper hand. His back paws dig leaves trails of upturned dirt behind him.

He swings one of his massive clawed hands at her face, trying to take out her eyes, but he misses. The boar has corrected herself and swings her large head under Cernon’s arms, colliding with his chest with a sickening crack. Spit flies from Cernons mouth as a breath claws its way out of him. His name dies on your lips, terror and shock robbing your voice from you.

But then Cernon roars.

It’s deep, shuddering through the ground and the woods as his claws dig into the boar's sides, raking deep crimson lines as she squeals. He uses both arms to push her up and away from his chest, throwing her against the side of a tree. She collides with a thud but rolls down, body limp.

Cernon falls to his knees, his chest heaving. You scramble onto your legs, nearly face planting as you run toward him.

His eyes, exhausted, swoop towards you. He bites his lip as a shock of pain coils through him, grasping his side. But he’s able to turn towards the house, barely applying pressure to push himself up to stand. Your arms swoop under his shoulders, just above his lower set of arms. The adrenaline is so potent, you don’t even register how heavy he is.