Jason was reviewing inventory sheets at the customer service desk when he heard the distinctive clop-
clop-clop of hooves on the store's tile floor. He looked up to see a sight that, even after several days in
Gerra, still had the power to take his breath away.The centaur woman approaching him was magnificent. Her human half rose from where her waist met the
powerful equine body below—a gorgeous palomino coat that gleamed like spun gold in the store's
lighting. She stood nearly seven feet tall at her human head, with long blonde hair that cascaded down
her back in waves, partially braided in intricate patterns that must have taken hours to create. Her face
was beautiful in a classical sense—high cheekbones, full lips, and the most striking amber eyes he'd ever
seen. She wore a flowing green tunic that was cut to accommodate her unique physiology, leaving her
equine body free while modestly covering her human torso.
But what struck Jason most was her expression—nervous determination mixed with something
desperate.
She walked directly up to him, her hooves clicking purposefully against the floor. Several customers
stopped to stare, but she seemed oblivious to the attention. Her eyes were locked on Jason with an
intensity that made his enhanced senses tingle with anticipation.
"You're Jason Walker," she said. It wasn't a question. Her voice was melodious but strained, like someone
who'd rehearsed this moment a hundred times. "The owner."
"I am," Jason replied, straightening to his full height. Even at 6'3", he still had to look up slightly to meet
her eyes. "How can I help you, miss...?"
"Fiona. Fiona Caulter." She glanced around at the watching customers and staff, then back at him. Her
amber eyes were pleading. "I need to speak with you. Privately. Please."
There was something in her voice—urgency mixed with embarrassment—that told Jason this wasn't a
typical customer service issue. He could feel his Owner's Aura affecting her, saw the subtle dilation of her
pupils, the way her breathing had quickened slightly when she got close to him.
"Of course. My office is this way." He gestured toward the back hallway.
Fiona nodded gratefully and followed him, her hooves creating a rhythmic percussion as they walked.
Jason was acutely aware of the eyes following them—Selene at the customer service desk wore a
knowing smirk, and Rachel at the registers had paused mid-transaction to watch with obvious interest.
They reached his office, and Jason opened the door, gesturing for Fiona to enter first. The office was
spacious—he'd made sure of that when setting up the store—but Fiona's centaur body still dominated the
space. She positioned herself near the center of the room, her tail swishing nervously.
Jason had barely closed the door when Fiona moved.
With surprising speed for someone of her size, she stepped forward and used her considerable bulk to
push Jason backward. He could have resisted—his enhanced strength made him far more powerful than
he appeared—but curiosity made him allow it. His back hit the door with a solid thump, and suddenly
Fiona was pressed against him, her human torso leaning down, her face inches from his.
"I need you," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I need you to give me a child. Please."
Jason blinked, taken aback by the directness. "Fiona—"
"I know how this sounds," she interrupted, her words coming faster now, tumbling over each other in her
urgency. "I know I'm being forward and inappropriate and probably scaring you, but I don't know how else
to do this. I've been coming to your store every day this week. Every. Single. Day. I've bought things I
didn't need, browsed departments for hours, all just to work up the courage to approach you, and I can't
wait anymore because—"
She stopped, taking a shuddering breath. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, thick with
unshed tears.
"My people are dying."Jason's expression softened immediately. "Tell me," he said gently.
Fiona stepped back slightly, though she kept him pinned with her gaze rather than her body. "Centaurs...
we're disappearing. Our birthrate has been declining for generations, but in the last fifty years it's gotten
catastrophic. We used to have herds of hundreds roaming the plains of Rassia. Now? There are maybe
two thousand of us left on the entire continent. And of those, only about three hundred are of breeding
age."
She ran a hand through her golden hair, frustration and sorrow evident in every line of her body.
"The problem is compatibility. Centaur males can only successfully breed with centaur females, and even
then, our conception rates are terrible—maybe one in every fifty attempts results in pregnancy. We've
tried everything. Healers, mages, prayers to every deity who might listen. Nothing works. We're slowly
going extinct, and there's nothing we can do about it."
"I'm sorry," Jason said, and he meant it. "That's terrible. But I'm not sure how I can—"
"You're different," Fiona interrupted, her amber eyes blazing with intensity. "I can feel it. From the moment
I first walked into this store on Moonday, I felt something from you that I've never felt before. Your scent,
your presence—it calls to something primal in me. Every female in this store responds to you. I've
watched them. I've seen how they look at you, how they move around you. You're not just a normal
male."
Jason couldn't deny that. His abilities—the Owner's Aura, the Unstoppable Fertility, the divine blessings—
made him far from ordinary.
"I've heard rumors," Fiona continued, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Whispers that you've
successfully impregnated multiple women in just the few days your store has been open. Different races,
different physiologies—all pregnant. I know it sounds crazy, but if there's even a chancethat you could do
the same for me..."
She trailed off, her expression a mixture of hope and desperation that was almost painful to witness.
"If I could bring a child into this world," she said softly, "if I could prove that there's a way for centaurs to
continue, tosurvive... it would mean everything. Not just to me, but to my entire people."
Jason studied her carefully. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, the genuine anguish of someone
watching their entire culture slowly vanish. And he knew, thanks to Mercurio's explanations, that his
Guaranteed Conception ability worked on virtually every species in Gerra.
"You said you've been here all week," Jason said. "Why wait until now?"
Fiona's cheeks flushed—an impressive sight on someone of her size. "I... I was scared. And
embarrassed. What kind of person just walks up to a stranger and asks them to father their child? But I've
run out of time. I'm in my fertile period—it only comes twice a year for centaurs, and it's happeningnow. If
I don't conceive during this window, I'll have to wait another six months. And I can't... I can't wait
anymore."
She looked at him with such vulnerable honesty that Jason felt something shift in his chest. This wasn't
just about lust or desire. This was about survival, about hope, about a woman willing to put aside her
pride and dignity for the slim chance of saving her people.
Jason reached out and took her hand—her human hand, warm and slightly trembling. "Fiona, I want to
help you. I do. But I need you to understand something. If we do this, if I get you pregnant... the child will
be a hybrid. Half-centaur, half-human. I don't know what that will mean for them, or for your people."
"I know," Fiona said immediately. "I've thought about nothing else for days. And I don't care. A hybrid child
is still a child. Still centaur blood continuing forward. And maybe... maybe it could even help. New genetic
diversity. A new path forward for my people."Jason considered for a long moment. Then he felt it—a subtle pulse of awareness, like the System
confirming something he already knew. His Guaranteed Conception ability would work on Fiona. She
would get pregnant. Her people would have hope.
And he had the tool to make it possible.
"Alright," Jason said quietly. "I'll help you."
Fiona's eyes widened, tears suddenly streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank
you, thank you, thank you—"
"But," Jason interrupted gently, "we need to be practical about this. Your physiology is... unique. I'm going
to need to adapt."
Fiona looked confused for a moment, then understanding dawned as Jason stepped away from the door
and moved to the center of the office. He began unbuttoning his shirt, and Fiona's breath caught.
"I have certain... abilities," Jason explained as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his powerfully muscled
torso. "Gifts that allow me to be compatible with any partner. Trust me?"
"Yes," Fiona breathed, her eyes tracking every movement as he removed his belt, then his pants. When
his cock finally sprang free, already hardening from the anticipation and from Fiona's aroused scent filling
the room, her eyes went wide.
Even at his default size—fourteen and a half inches—he was impressive. But for what they were about to
do, he'd need more.
Jason closed his eyes and focused on his newest ability, the divine blessing from Solana. He felt the
familiar tingle of magic, felt his cock responding to his will. It grew longer, thicker, extending until it
reached a truly impressive size—two feet long and proportionally thick, a size that would have been
impossible for a human woman but was necessary for a centaur.
When he opened his eyes, Fiona was staring at his enhanced cock with an expression of awe and hunger
that was almost comical.
"By the gods," she whispered. "That's... how...?"
"Divine blessing," Jason said simply. "Now, tell me—how do we do this? I'll admit, I've never been with a
centaur before."
Fiona's nervousness seemed to evaporate, replaced by practical determination. "I need to position
myself. Give me a moment."
She moved toward his desk, her hooves clicking on the floor. Then, with surprising grace, she positioned
her equine body so that her hindquarters were facing him, her tail swishing to the side. She bent her
human torso forward, bracing her arms on the desk.
The position gave Jason a clear view of her anatomy—centaur mares had their reproductive organs
positioned similarly to horses, between their hind legs. But there was something uniquely beautiful about
Fiona's form, the way her human intelligence and equine instincts blended together.
"I'm ready," Fiona said, her voice muffled slightly by her position. "Please... I need this."
Jason approached, his enhanced cock already throbbing with anticipation. He positioned himself behind
her, one hand stroking along her golden flank. Her coat was incredibly soft, like silk under his fingers, and
he felt her shiver at his touch.
"Tell me if anything doesn't feel right," Jason said, positioning the head of his massive cock at her
entrance."It will feel right," Fiona assured him. "Trust me. I've been dreaming about this for days. Please, Jason.
Please give me your child."
Jason pushed forward slowly, carefully, feeling Fiona's body stretch to accommodate him. She was hot
and wet, her fertile body ready and eager. A low moan escaped her lips as he entered her, inch by inch,
filling her in ways she'd clearly never been filled before.
"Oh gods," Fiona gasped. "Oh gods, you're so big. So deep. I can feel—aaah!"
Jason bottomed out inside her, his enhanced size allowing him to reach depths that would have been
impossible for a centaur male. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, his hands stroking along her
flanks in soothing patterns.
"Move," Fiona begged. "Please, move. I need—I need—"
Jason obliged, pulling back slowly before pushing in again. He established a steady rhythm, deep and
powerful thrusts that made Fiona's entire body shudder. His Enhanced Physiology meant he could
maintain this pace indefinitely, could give her exactly what she needed for as long as necessary.
"Yes!" Fiona cried out, her voice loud enough that Jason knew anyone nearby would hear. But she clearly
didn't care. "Yes, just like that! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Jason increased his pace, his hips slapping against her equine haunches with a rhythm that was primal
and perfect. One hand gripped her flank for leverage while the other reached forward to stroke along her
human back, feeling her muscles flexing and trembling under his touch.
"You feel amazing," Jason groaned. "So tight. So perfect."
"Fill me!" Fiona screamed, her human torso writhing on the desk, papers scattering to the floor. "Please,
please fill me with your seed! Give me your child! I'm begging you!"
Her desperation, her need, her absolute submission to this moment—it was intoxicating. Jason felt his
orgasm building despite his enhanced control, felt his balls tightening with the massive load they were
preparing to deliver.
"I'm close," he warned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more powerful.
"Yes! Thank you!" Fiona sobbed, tears of joy and relief streaming down her face. "Thank you for this gift!
Thank you for saving my people! Please, please spill your seed in me! Make me a mother! Please!"
The desperation and gratitude in her voice pushed Jason over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he
buried himself as deep as he could go and came.
The orgasm was intense, made more so by his Guaranteed Conception ability activating. He could
actually feel the magic working, ensuring that his seed would take root, that Fiona would absolutely
become pregnant from this encounter. His cock pulsed again and again, pumping what felt like gallons of
cum into her fertile womb.
Fiona screamed—a sound of pure ecstasy mixed with overwhelming relief. "I can feel it! I can feel you
filling me! Oh gods, there's so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Jason kept cumming, his enhanced biology producing far more than any normal male. He could see
Fiona's belly beginning to swell slightly, distending with the sheer volume of seed he was pumping into
her. But her centaur physiology could handle it, was designed for it.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, his orgasm subsided. Jason stayed inside her for a long moment, both
of them breathing heavily, before slowly withdrawing. His cock was still semi-hard—his Endless Stamina
meant recovery was near-instantaneous—but this encounter felt complete.Fiona remained bent over the desk for a moment, trembling, one hand moving to her slightly swollen
belly. When she finally straightened and turned to face Jason, her expression was transcendent.
"I can feel it," she whispered, her voice full of wonder. "I'm pregnant. I know I am. I can feel your child
taking root inside me."
She was right. Jason could sense it too, through whatever mystical connection his abilities created. Fiona
was absolutely, unquestionably pregnant with his child.
Tears streamed down Fiona's face as she moved closer to Jason, leaning down to wrap her arms around
him in a crushing hug. "Thank you," she sobbed against his shoulder. "Thank you for giving me hope. For
giving my people a future. I'll never forget this. Never."
Jason held her, stroking her hair gently. "You're welcome, Fiona. I hope this child brings you everything
you're hoping for."
They stayed like that for several minutes, Fiona crying tears of joy and relief while Jason simply held her,
offering comfort and support. Finally, she pulled back, wiping at her eyes.
"I should go," she said, though she seemed reluctant. "I've taken up enough of your time, and you have a
business to run."
"Don't be a stranger," Jason said, starting to dress. "Come back anytime. Check in, let me know how
you're doing. And if you need anything—anything at all—I'm here."
Fiona nodded, her expression still radiating happiness. "I will. I promise." She paused at the door, looking
back at him. "You're a good man, Jason Walker. The gods blessed this world when they brought you
here."
Then she was gone, her hooves clicking down the hallway toward the exit.
Teasing and Evening Rush
Jason finished dressing and checked his reflection in the small mirror he kept in the office. He looked
presentable, showing no obvious sign of what had just transpired. He ran his fingers through his hair,
straightened his collar, and headed back out to the sales floor.
The moment he emerged, he knew that everyone had heard.
Rachel and Kiana were both at their registers, and they exchanged knowing glances as Jason walked
past. Rachel's smirk was impossible to miss.
"Busy afternoon, boss?" Rachel called out, not even trying to hide her amusement.
"Very productive," Jason replied neutrally, but he could feel the flush in his cheeks.
Selene was at the customer service desk, and she didn't even bother with subtlety. "That centaur woman
seemed verysatisfied when she left," she said, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I hope you gave her
excellent customer service."
"The best," Jason said dryly. "It's what we're known for."
From the grocery section, he heard Hannah's musical laughter. She emerged from behind a display of
canned goods, her expression a mixture of amusement and admiration. "The whole store heard her
thanking you, Jason. Very... enthusiastically."
"She was grateful for my help," Jason said, maintaining his composure despite the obvious teasing.Tina appeared from the outdoor section, grinning broadly. "I bet she was. That's some serious help you
provide. Maybe I should come to your office later for some of that personal attention."
"Everyone back to work," Jason said, but there was no real heat in his voice. He couldn't help but smile at
their teasing. This was his family, and they were comfortable enough with him and each other to joke
about these things.
"Yes, sir," they chorused, but the smirks remained.
Jason checked his watch: 6:05 PM. Less than an hour until closing. The store was still relatively busy—
the early evening was often when people stopped by after finishing work for the day.
He threw himself into customer service for the final hour, helping a young human couple select
kitchenware for their new apartment, assisting an elderly elf woman in finding a specific brand of tea, and
helping a dwarf man locate the right size of work boots.
But throughout it all, he was aware of the constant attention from female customers. His Owner's Aura
was in full effect, enhanced by the recent boost from his System rewards. Women found excuses to
approach him, to ask questions they probably already knew the answers to, to stand just a little too close
and breathe in his scent.
A young human woman in her twenties asked him to help her reach something on a high shelf—
something she could have easily reached herself—just so she could press close to him and "accidentally"
brush her breasts against his arm.
An elf customer, tall and elegant with silver hair, asked him to explain the difference between two identical
products in excruciating detail, all while maintaining eye contact and licking her lips unconsciously.
A beast-folk woman—some kind of feline hybrid with soft gray fur and striking yellow eyes—straight-up
asked him if he did house calls for "special deliveries."
Jason handled all of it with professional courtesy, though he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. His
enhanced libido meant he was constantly aware of these beautiful women, their desire for him, the way
they responded to his presence. But he maintained control, focused on his duties as store owner.
At 6:45 PM, he made an announcement over the store's intercom system: "Attention shoppers, Mercees
Department Store will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please bring your final selections to the registers.
Thank you for shopping with us today."
The remaining customers began making their way to the checkout lanes, and Jason helped Rachel and
Kiana process the final transactions. By 7:00 PM exactly, the last customer—a friendly orc woman who
thanked them profusely for their help—exited through the front doors.