Over the next few years, I continued to train, almost obsessively. I was pushing too hard, too fast, and my hands began to suffer. The cuts and bruises began to hinder me throughout my daily life. One day, while I was helping Ma gather firewood, the damage to my hands caught up to me, making me drop the log I was carrying, and it rolled down a hill into a cluster of Iron oak trees.

A tree whose jet-black wood is known for its incredible strength, density, and resilience; normally, this would make it an ideal tree to build and craft with. Except for one glaring flaw, the fact that it's absurdly heavy and nearly impossible to work with, this makes it a wood that's very rarely used and only if it's absolutely necessary.

When I went to retrieve the log I had dropped, it had gotten covered in the oak sap. As I was grabbing it, some of the thick black tree sap got into the cuts and bruises on my hands. To my surprise, it soothed the pain and aided in the healing. From then on, I started using it like a balm after training and whenever I got an injury.

After I started using the sap, I noticed that, unlike in the strange memories, my body started adapting quite quickly. What took the woman in my dreams a decade to accomplish has only taken me a few years. I believe the reason for this is a mix of the almost unnaturally high centaur vitality and the iron oak sap.

Throughout this time, I was also beginning to realize that the limits of what my training could accomplish were far, far higher than those of the women in my dreams.

I had continued to grow throughout this time and was a fair bit larger, heavier, and more muscular than the others my age. I now stood head and shoulders above them. My own head was now coming up to Mr. Garth's shoulders, and my body was beginning to show a good amount of muscle definition beneath my rich chocolate skin. My hair had also gotten quite a bit longer, a thick black braid hanging down to the small of my back, where my body transitioned into my equine shoulders.

I continued to help Mr. Garth throughout this time, as I was beginning to really enjoy working in the forge, so much so that I even cut back on my training to spend more time leaning in the forge. On top of being a great way to exercise, it was a good way I could earn a living once I was older.

By this point, I was just turning ten, but as centaurs mature slightly faster than humans, most would say I looked closer to a 13-14-year-old human girl with strange purple eyes.

I had also gained somewhat of a reputation throughout the tribe, as well as the other tribes surrounding us. This was mainly due to my large size and 'weird' training method. When I woke up on my tenth birthday (They aren't a big deal to Centaurs), my morning started as normal.

I woke up, stretched, and walked out of my sleeping tent to start heading over to Ma and Clyde's main tent to see if he had made breakfast. About halfway over, I started hearing the recognizable slapping and grunting sounds of someone getting fucked.

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As I walked into the tent, I saw Ma mounted over Clyde, her large, dominant body dwarfing him, her thick, pink and black mottled horse cock pounding deep into his small ass, her large nuts brutally slamming his small balls into submission, his comparatively little dick constantly dribbling and leaking, the small puddle under him, a mix of thin pre and watery cum.

They hadn't noticed me enter, and as I began to walk over to Clyde's cooking area to see if there was anything to eat, Ma let out a deep grunt and began to buck wildly as she slammed herself into him, hitting her cock with a hard thrust deep inside his ass.

She stood there for a good minute, shuddering and giving short, hard thrusts, before taking a deep breath and sliding off of him, pulling out in the process. Hooves thumping heavily to the ground, the thick, pearly white cum flowing out after her cock and splattering to the ground as Clyde collapsed into his own little puddle of cum.

As he lay there shuddering, twitching, and looking half drunk, Ma moved around so her sweaty nuts and cum covered cock hung right in his face. Without hesitation, he began to lick and slurp on her dick, huffing her musky nuts, as he cleaned off the thick cum with his mouth, swallowing it all.

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As she sighed and looked up, she saw me digging through the dried meats, "*Sigh*Oh, hi hun, looking for breakfast?" she asked, "Yeah, figured Clyde won't be cooking today." I said, shooting a glare at the cum drunk man, before pulling out what looked to be a cured deer leg, "Want some?" I asked, grabbing a knife.

"No, I'll grab something later," she said as I started cutting off a large chunk.  "Oh well, your loss," I said, shrugging. After I finished cutting the meat, I grabbed a jug full of milk and began to eat. As I began to eat, Ma just shook her head while looking at me.

"Evan, now it still baffles me how much you eat," she said in exasperation. "Well," I said, looking down at my large, well-defined body, "It seems to be working out pretty well for me." *Snorts* "Yeah, you could say that," she responded, looking my body up and down. "hell, at this rate, I'm going to be the one who looks small next to you,"  she sighed.

Once I was done eating and talking with Ma, a hefty weight in my belly, I cleaned up my mess, walked out of the tent into the hot, humid jungle, and started to sweat almost immediately. Heading into the jungle to train, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to head deeper into the jungle than normal.

After about an hour of walking, I found a small grotto at the bottom of a small cliff tucked between the roots of a gargantuan tree; half was tucked into the rocks, and the other half was a small gravelly beach.

The roots were so big that a whole group of centaurs could set up camp between them. The sight caught me off guard, so beautiful was the grotto, that I just stood there in awe, when all of a sudden there was a loud *SPLASH* and half my vision just... disappeared.

When I reached up to feel a warm trickle running down my cheek, and my fingers came back crimson, the realization hit me, I just lost my gods damned eye, I thought, and then the pain hit, "GOD'S FUCKING SHIT!!!" I screamed in pain and spun, only to find a strange half-feline, half-serpent creature.

Its head was a cross between a saber cat and a pit viper, with 2 massive dagger-like fangs. Its torso was slim and toned, 2 muscular arms tipped with vicious claws, coming out to hold up its body, one of them suspiciously stained a deep crimson. Looking down, I saw that it had a large serpentine tail. Instead of rear legs, the tail tip capped with a cruel-looking spike; the whole creature was covered in yellow-gold scales and black markings. (Think a Tatzelwurm from god of war)

As I stared at it in anger, driven by the pain of losing an eye, and the damn thing grinned at me. It... Fucking...Grinned... at... Me... For the first time in my life, I felt true untampered rage, and I saw red, literally, blood was getting in my eye, but I still snapped.

As I galloped toward the creature, my hooves digging into the soft soil, unbridled rage in my eye, I lunged for the creature, fist cocked back, aimed right at its head, but it was faster than I expected and ducked under my fist, slid to the side, and swiped a claw along my equine ribs, its claws cutting into my flesh, but to both our shock, while its claws did cut me deeply along the ribs and side, I wasn't disemboweled.

Using its own astonishment to my advantage, I whipped my fist around, slamming home against its face, the force of the blow stunning the creature. Again, using this to my advantage, I began to pummel the beast. It desperately tried to get away using its tail spike to strike and slash at me.

It was able to knock my front legs out from under me, making my front half collapse onto it, my weight pinning it further, as I continued to rain blow after blow down on top of it, its face quickly turned to mush under my fists, its snout bloody and caved, now completely flat against its face.

After what felt like an eternity, its movements began to slow, the life beginning to drain out of it. My mind still blinded by pain, rage, and way too much adrenaline, I grabbed one of its large dagger-length fangs and pulled, ripping it off, veins, nerves, and strings of sinew pulling taught before snapping one by one.

The creature screeched in pain, but I didn't care. I reared back and stabbed it into the creature's belly before ripping it downward, gutting the strange cat-snake thing, and letting its guts spill to the ground, and with one last gurgling whimper, it died.

After it stopped fighting, I just stayed there, half kneeling, half collapsed on top of it, breathing hard, blood running off my nose to pool alongside the now dead beast. The pain was starting to return now, a sharp, mind-blurring throb in my newly evacuated eye socket, along with the many, many cuts and gashes all over my body.

 "Fuuuckkk," I groaned, standing up. I looked down at my hands, and they were covered in blood, some of it mine, most of it not, but there wasn't a single cut on them. "Huh, I guess my training was worth it," I said, mumbling to myself.

Looking down at the creature, I decided the tribe could probably use it, so I reached down, grabbed it by the shoulders, and slung it over my back, so it draped over the sides of my body, and painfully began heading back to the tribe.

After what felt like hours of walking, I finally made it back to the tribe. My eye had mostly stopped bleeding, the wound was clotting and starting to scab over, all but a thin trickle of crimson blood still running down my cheek.

The other cuts and gashes had also stopped bleeding. I had stopped and gathered some Iron Oak sap to treat the wounds I could reach, but I was still positively caked in dried, clotted blood.

As I reached the entrance of the village, one of the tribe's men, a man whose name I didn't know, saw me and ran into the village. As soon as I got through the entrance, I pushed the creature off my back and collapsed to the ground, the world going black.