“What a cute little thing!” Said a feminine voice from your left, but as you turned around in its direction, all you spotted was the pair of light-brown back legs from a horse flying over your head, the hooves with wide fur around parted to avoid hitting your face, and its huge dark brown testicles, glistering with sweat almost brushing the top of your head, the glance was for less than a second, but you were pretty sure only one of them was already bigger than coconut and the smell they brought with them could almost knock you out with just a sniff. As you felt on your butt from the surprise, the ground shocked behind you as the owner of that pair of legs landed heavily. “Sorry for scaring you, child! My name is Nekhii, what is yours?”
Standing behind you was a centaur, pure and simple. Her horse part had a light-brown shade with white fur around the hooves and, despite you never learned much about horses, you could tell she probably had more muscles in one leg than you had in your entire body. At the base where her horse neck was supposed to start, her human half began, and was just as muscular as the rest, with abs so strong you could see its veins around the muscles and a silhouette with broad shoulders and large forearms, despite maintaining a huge par of breasts marked with a bunch of freckles on its tanned skin and covered only by what seemed like primitive bra, made of leather and that her huge tits seemed to be constantly trying to rip off just by their size. Above her boobs, a pair of light orange braids took to her head, a young woman’s face, probably a bit younger than your mother, also with freckles between her blue eyes and a kind smile, which was now staring down at you.
“I… my name is… Erick” You said. Her strong forearm reached down towards you and she pulled you to your feet again.
“Nice to meet you, Erick!” She startles to circle around you, her hooves creating a trail of dust, “By the look of your gear, I would say that you are an adventurer, huh? By the Great Plains, they are making you younger every day! A cute little foal like you wouldn’t leave from under me if I was your momma!” She stood beside you and you could feel her large callous hand on the back of your head.
“Thank… you? I think…” you said, trying to move away from her fingers and keep your eyes on her, but she almost seemed to have a grip on you. “But I know how to take care of myself if I have to!” You tried to sound brave in front of a woman who could clearly trample you to death.
“I am sure you do…” she giggled.
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