I own nada zilch nothing! Just borrowing for them for the moment but will give them back safe and sound.

This Story is for Harathor, on Fan Fiction, who wanted a Fantasy story with Centaurs

Chapt Summery; Jethro remembers how he became Marked and how he ended up on the Gibbs Estate

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Jethro pants in delight as he gallops through the fields, enjoying the feeling of the breeze against his skin along with the ground under his hooves. He slows down and rears back onto his hindlegs in a display of power as he whinneys into the midday sun. A smile crosses his face as he gazes across the lands of the Estate that he belongs too and sighs as he takes a slow walk back while he thinks back to that day one-hundred years ago when he was a young fifty year old Colt...the day when he became Marked and kicked out of the Sacred Grounds...

'Jethro rolls his eyes as he swishes his tail "Come on James...I know you want too"
James paws at the ground "I can't...you're the Draft Herd, Stallions Son!" he looks up and gently strokes along the black rump "You can't be mounted"
He huffs as he turns around and lowers his forelegs to the ground while spreading his rear legs at the same time he shifts his tail to one side "James...I yield to you" a smile crosses his face as the blonde Centaur hesitantly mounts him
"You sure Jethro?" at the Shires nod, he smirks as he presses into him, groaning at the feeling of the body beneath him accepting his length and he wraps his arms around the other Centaurs waist "I love you Jethro...if only we could be together"
Jethro sighs as he leans back onto James chest while gently stroking the Hanoverian Colts leg "If only...but you are a member of the Warmbloods Herd" he turns his head for a kiss and smirks as James grants him with one "Father wishes for me to Mate with Sally, the Percheron to make a new bloodline between the two Draft Herds...and in turn join them together in harmony" he grunts at a rather hard thrust and he chuckles "I take it you don't like?"
James tightens his hold around the Shires waist "I wish we could be together...but your Father won't allow it" with that he gathers up speed "With me Jethro"
Jethro grits his teeth as he feels his orgasm approaching "Now James" he tips his head back and whinnys into the dawn sky, smirking as he hears James just after his own at the same time wet heat explodes within him as he shoots his load over the grass. He grunts as James lands heavily onto his back and he sighs in bliss "I love you too James"
The Hanoverian goes to reply only to look up as he feels hooves hitting the ground and he quickly gets off the other Colt as he rears back and turns tail as the Draft Herd Stallion chases after him.

Jethro gasps as he feels James quickly pulling out of him and panics as he spots the Stallion shooting past him and he scrambles to his hooves to give chase "Father! No! Leave him alone...it's my fault! I yielded to him!"
The Clydesdale slows down before angrily stomping at the ground and turns to his Son "Home! Now"
He flinches and runs all the way there only to yelp in shock as his Father catches him and carries him deep into the Herd before throwing him to the ground.
The Stallion rears back before slamming his hoof into the flesh of his Sons thigh, cutting through the muscle and down to the bone "You are Marked! You are no longer Herd!" with that he steps back before circling the crying Colt "You let yourself be mounted...by none other than a Warmblood Herds member!"
Jethro presses a hand onto his bleeding haunch and lifts his other to wipe away the tears that fall from his eyes "Please Father I-" he flinches as the Herd Stallion slams down his hooves at the ground infront of him
"You are not to call me that!" he rears up to his fall height "You are to leave the Herd in Exile...and you are Marked for every Centaur to know that you are not to belong"
Jethro goes to stand but ends up crying out in pain as a hoof is slammed into his other side.
The Stallion glares down at the young Shire "Now go...it's only the fact you were my Son that I let you Live"
He struggles to his feet before turning tail and running away'

Jethro stops and sighs as he glances at his flank to stroke along the pink skin of the hoof print Mark, that is a scar from that day his life changed. He looks up as he hears a whistle and smirks as heads off over, forever grateful that he was found and saved by that man a week after his Exile...

'The young Colt runs and keeps on running as he hears the wolves gaining on him. He lifts a hand to wipe away the tears of fear that blurs his vision as he tries to outrun his assailants.
He jumps over a fallen tree only to yelp in shock as his back leg gets caught in some vines and he quickly tries to get himself free "Please! Please! Let Go!" he cries out in terror as the Pack reaches him and he tries to fight them off. He lets the tears fall as he knows he doesn't stand a chance against the five wolves in his weak state (I'm going to die) as the thought crosses his mind, he watches as the Alpha pounces for the kill but jumps at a loud crack that echoes through the wood as the wolf drops dead before the other Pack members run away in fear.
Jethro scrambles away from the Man that approaches him and tries to stand but ends up making his bonds tighter.
The Man holds the rifle at the young Centaur but sighs as he lowers his weapon "I can't kill you"
He lifts a hand to wipe away the tears "Please do it! I-I can't survive on my own"
He sighs as he slowly kneels down beside the young Colt and removes his hat "Why you on your own Kid? You don't look old enough to be without the Safety of your Herd"
Jethro looks down in shame "I broke the Rule of the Herd Stallion...I am Marked and to spend the rest of my life without a Herd and on my own" his head snaps up as he feels a hand softly touch across the scabbed hoof mark
"The names Victor...Victor Gibbs"
He smiles as the Man cuts him free before helping him to his feet "I'm Jethro" he watches the Man turns to pick up the dead wolf and leaves. He nervously paws the ground before slowly following him at a distance.

Victor smirks as he hears the young Colt follow and when he spots his truck, he dumps the body into the back and turns to face him "You want to live with me?"
Jethro swishes his tail and nods "I don't want to be on my own anymore"
He smirks and pats the truck "Get in then"
The Shire slowly stumbles closer before hesitantly jumping onto the strange vehicle "You got a big place?"
Victor chuckles "I own a Horse Ranch and an Estate with twenty-four acres of land...it'll be plenty" he pauses and bites his bottom lip "If you stay, you'll have to be Branded...to stop the Government from making a Claim on you"
Jethro nods "I will be Claimed to you?"
He shakes his head "You'll belong to the Gibbs Estate...will that be ok?"
The young Colt nods "It'll be fine" he smiles "I will no longer be on my own" he lays down on the back of the truck and watches as Victor gets in and drives them back to his Estate'

Jethro rears onto his hindlegs before jumping the fence as he trots up to the latest Gibbs "Hey Jack"
Jackson Gibbs smiles as he gently pats the black coat "Hey Jethro, enjoy your run?"
He nods as he walks beside him "I was reminiscing about the Past, when your GrandDad found me and brought me here"
He sighs as he gazes across the land "It's a pity you couldn't stay with you own kind...but part of me is glad you are here"
Jethro shrugs "The Past is the Past and to be honest, I am honoured that I have seen you grow up along with your Father" he smirks "I wouldn't have survived for much longer as a Colt without a Herd and for Victor, I am forever grateful" he moves into position as Jack attaches the wagon to him "I'm happy Jack and that is all that matters"
Jack smiles as he runs his fingers over the pink skin of the branded 'GIBBS' in the flesh of the Centaurs hip, just below the part where skin becomes fur "Lets head to Town, as my GrandDaughter will be coming down with her new Husband"
Jethro smiles as he paws the ground "I haven't seen Abby since Leroy took her to Washington, ten years ago!" he swishes his tail "Lets go!"
Jackson chuckles at the excitement, as he climbs into the wagon "Go on then, we're meeting her at the Station"
The Centaur rears back onto his hindlegs before beginning a slow trot into the town as he pulls the wagon into Town to collect the newest generation of the Gibbs family.