The Ruby Empire

Centaur & Deertaur

Two Male Monsters x Female Reader

You and your mother lived alone in the woods, your home was always warm and cozy and your mother always had something delicious smelling cooking in the cauldron. But for some reason, people hated you. They called your mother a witch and a whore, and more than once when you two had to go to town they threw things at you.

"Don't be afraid of them, baby," your mother said. "They are weak. Do not hate them, for it will make you weak."

You grew up wondering why people didn't like your mother, she was the most wonderful person in the world. She was kind and beautiful, she could sing and do all sorts of amazing things. But no matter how amazing she was, people still hated her.

At least the centaurs liked you. They came to your home all the time. Your mother fed them and tended to their wounds. She gave them homemade balms and salves. She even tended to their hair. Sometimes she went away with a centaur for a while, but they always came back happier than when they left.

As you grew up you learned to tend to the centaurs as well. Soon you took over your mother's place once you got older. She taught you everything, knowing the centaurs would be left in capable hands.

Centaurs were a handsy lot. Always touching and kissing and hugging whenever they were around you. You didn't mind, you enjoyed kissing them. Sometimes you even wondered if more could happen.

There were two centaurs in particular who always seemed to be vying for your attention. One was a soft-spoken and gentle deer, his antlers just growing out and his features soft and angelic. The other a broad shouldered and bold Dun horse, covered in scars and a bright smile always on his lips.

The Dun always greeted you with a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around you and nearly lifting you off the ground. The Deer would nuzzle you and kiss your cheeks and neck before giving you a loving peck on the lips.

The Deer was more likely to be by your side, sitting with you and resting his head on your shoulder. The Dun would show off and prance about, telling your stories before he would pick you up and tell you how he would take you away and show you the wonders of the world.

"Don't you think you're too rough with her?" The Deer argued one day when the Dun snatched you from the ground and tossed you into the air playfully.

"I'm not being rough, I'm playing," the Dun huffed as he held you. "She doesn't mind it."

The Deer frowned and stomped his front hoof into the ground. "Put her down! I got here first this morning."

"Well maybe she's bored just reading poetry," The Dun quipped as he set you down.

"I don't like you two arguing," you tell them both. "If you can't get along and bickering over me then I don't want to be around you."

"What?" they both gasped in unison.

You start walking back towards your house. "Learn to get along and share," you call back to them, "or I won't play with you anymore." Their bickering was annoying, but you didn't want to write them out forever, you just hoped they learned to get along.

The next day as you leave the house to tend to your daily chores the Deer and the Dun are outside waiting for you. You sigh and fold your arms across your chest.

"Well?" You ask. "Did you do what I asked?"

They both nod, quiet and chastised.

"WE don't want to lose you," the Dun murmured.

"We finally talked and we realize our feelings for you are the same," the Deer replied. "We can't be without you, so we can't be without each other either."