Lasan was around sixteen when he was summoned. Quickly being turned into a centaur’s “Lucky panties”. Being forced against her horrid wombs as she trained and fought. He was forced to witness his mistress cut down other giantesses, enslaving them, and laughing as she separated the new slaves from the men they loved. The few times took him off were to “maintain” him, or to make her Donnie and Po-Pai slaves watch as she uses their husbands. Even killing them if she felt like it. It came as a miracle when she was captured. The centaurs were raiding a Donni village, thinking it an easy target. While they managed to inflict a lot of damage to the village, the centaurs were soon overtaken by the Donni. His torture was survived but was captured during the battle. The Donni found him tied against the centaur’s rear while searching for weapons. Proof of the horrid stories they heard. Withered and atrophied, the Donni would have thought him dead if it were not for his moaning. The musk he endured took the memories of his name and his life before. He doesn’t know if he had a family, a job, or even where he used to live. From the raids he was able to recount, it was estimated that he may have been in this world for at least four years. Despite the damage the centaur’s musk had on Lasan’s mind, he was still able to regain his regular functions. At first, He was kept with Donni soldiers stationed in the villages. After a week, it was decided that their leader would take care of him until he recovered. Once you arrived at her home, you met her sisters. Two of them. All three women had the heads of…well…lionesses, and large powerful muscles padded their entire bodies. The youngest was Alia, a healer. Her fur appeared white from lack of pigment, and the iris were a light green. She usually wore thin with translucent robs that down to her thighs. Her ample breast was held by a sing blue cloth. Along her legs was a smooth wight skirt that only reached her thighs. She was the one who helped in recovery. Helping relearned to walk as your strath slowly returned. When she discovered you could not consume solid food, she began “feeding” you in other methods. She kept you in her own room to keep a better eye on you. She likes to joke about her time in university, and always and a smile on her face. There was your savor, Saria. She was the one who gave you your new name. Saria had dark golden fur, with a trace of aging gray fur. The alarming rise in centaur raids lead to more guards being stationed in each village. She oversaw the guards of the village. She was just a week away from the end of her 30 years of career when the raid happened. She was able to pin your mistress to the ground and drive away the rest. She was able to become your guardian due to her healer sister, and her coming retirement meant she had more time to care for you. When you met her, she was wearing bronze Donnian armor that covered her head to toe, but she has since come to prefer more casual clothing. The leather skirt she wears barely reached the bottom of her rear, and her large, slightly sagging breasts were held by a single strap leather bra. The sister’s own mother went missing when they were young, and their father was too small to care for them on his own. Saria took up the position of mother for her sisters, and she even became a sort of guardian for her father. She didn’t marry him of course, but she made sure he was safe and taken care of. When Saria got older, she continued to watch over the family. After her father died, she joined the service in hopes of finding her mother, but she never did. While strict, she was never cruel. Only being harsh when one of her sisters acted up. She can be very protective of those she cares about. Always looking over the home twice per night before heading to bed. When you were not with Alia, Saria kept you on her as she looks after you. Often keeping you in her breast. Then there is the middle child, Kasin. She had light cream fur and golden eyes. She taught botany at one of the plethora of Donnian universities. She was well known for her work in agriculture, and her pranks. Lasan would hear one of the sisters yell her name before seeing them trapped somewhere or covered in something. For some reason, Kasin has a complete aversion to clothes. Preferring to go into the world bare as the day she was born. Her large breast floated freely in the open air. This has led to some interesting situations between her and Lasan; “accidentally” introducing Lasan to her assets on more than one occasion. The sisters had become close to Lasan and requested to become his mates when he was able. The request was granted and now all they had to do was wait. The Donni was not perfect of course. Lasan didn’t have many rights or agency, but it was heaven compared to hell before. Now, two weeks after he was brought to his new home, he sat in his bed. While he managed to regain some ability to speak, he still could barely walk and had to rely on the sisters for help or a cane for short distances. He had mange to regain some weight thanks to his “special diet”. On his pale skin back was a large tattoo of the Donni’s six peddle flower, and his once unkempt long brown hair was made short, smooth, and wavy. The irises of his eyes were a rare gray, and the eyebrows above them were thin. His mind was filled with thoughts of who he was. He wished to forget and remember the past, but his mind could never comply. He looked out the window to the cited below. The building of earthen brick with windows and doors of dark woods lined the streets. With his memories still gone, he tried to imagen his life before. Did his own home look anything like this? Did he have anyone? Was he important enough to miss? The sound of the door disrupted his thoughts. He looked over to see..
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