Taranis has lost ROCK DILDO!
... But gained a friend. Even though she holds onto her toughness, he can hear the harpy giggle and pick up the toy joyfully. She didn't even try to get annoyed at the final statement, the sounds of a faint buzz and moan heard as he reached the floor. Maybe things would be okay and he could earn the dildo back... but it was clear that Bark wasn't going to trust him quite yet even with the trust offered her. But it was a step in the right direction!
On the ground, it wouldn't take long to navigate toward the north and off to the farm. It was about an hour of walking, but he arrived at the outskirts to a rather tranquil place. A stream could be seen, with a nearby field growing corn and tomatoes, accenting the cozy small house. He could see a barn-like lean-to, too... but what walked out was likely not what he expected in the slightest. A brown-haired horse half, rather dainty and small, suggested he was looking at a mare... but the two foot long and four inch wide cock that was close to their form made it clear it was a male. The person's hair was an odd mohawk, buzzed short on the left side and allowed to run to the shoulders down the right side of the human half's face. The face, of which, was androgynous enough to make it clear this was yet another trappy being... but born as a centaur! A pale and flat smooth torso that was likely beneath his longsleeve sweater, based on the thin arms that carried a basket, made it clear that they'd be likely to be great for cuddling or riding. And it was likely that horse half could support him, too. It could be a good steed.
"Ari!"
The voice was a firm one, the girlytaur turning his green eyes and brown hair toward the most dangerous person to Taranis yet. A male, standing at at least six feet and five inches tall, walked up the horse that was only slightly taller. The male wore overalls and boots only, his muscles chest and broad shoulders accenting the tanned skin in a way that made it clear. The hands of this man, large as they were, were built for holding bitches down and fucking their asses into submission. His hair was buzzed, but it was easy to tell it was black... and his blue eyes were like ice as he smirked at the horse.
"Take a break and relax. My sister said to prepare the basket to take out to our harpy neighbor."
"W-Well... uh," the stutter was cute thanks to a higher pitched voice, "I-I guess I could... but Varus, do I really need to? C-Couldn't Vera do it?"
"She could... but my sister is a real bitch any time she bumps into Bark. And I'd rather not have that slut scare off one of the best girls in the jungle!"
"S-She's not... y-you know... a girl."
"Heh... she's as much of a girl as you'd be if I wanted to plow your ass. Now get to work!"
A smack to the centaur's haunches has him blushing, but quickly retreating to the barn-like structure. The sister wasn't visible, but he had options.
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Taranis could be suicidal and try to overpower the beast of a man... or hope he could endure walking through the crop-thick field to sneak up on the barn. Or, perhaps, try to figure out where the slut sister was. Or just walk away!
