A Centaur Minister's promotion

Melagar's roar filled the marble palace as his limbs locked in place the prostated Minister. This carnal act was their forging of a sacred union, one which consummated the noble Minister's commitment to Prince Melagar and his Royal House. This was the hallowed conciliation of which the Centaur poets sang. Arranged around the mighty, heavying Centaurs, a halo of unworthy man beasts cowered in silence. Each slave bent its bare head to the ground in respect and called upon all the muscles of its face to keep its eyes crammed shut. Each slave knew deep in its bones that their kind are forbidden to witness such a sight. Yet protocol cruelly dictates the slaves must remain nearby, lest their services be required.

Prince Melagar was especially feared, as in the thralls of passion he had been known to indiscriminately kick a slave on the charges that  "it might have been looking."  It is said that on the night of the Prince's very conception, his revered father, King Agramegar, had personally sacrificed each slave cowering in the royal chamber while his Centaur Queen had laid in the afterglow of the riveting pleasure.

Unbeknownst to these nameless slaves, the rite before their blinded eyes consummated the Minister's promotion to Prince Melagar's personal service, and to bless a voyage the Minister would lead into the barbarous hinterland where a herd of man beasts had been rumored to roam in an idyllic valley previously unnoticed by the Centaur Cavalry. Should the mission prove fruitful, several thousand new slaves would join the Royal House's vast livestock in a few weeks.