I had gotten a ton of requests for both centaur and deertaur, so as I started to write I got in a request for a poly relationship and a was struck by the divine inspiration. I really hope you guys enjoy and keep sending requests!
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.