A Centauress

You look up and up, towering above you from your position on the ground is a female centaur. She has Chestnut coat on her horse body that stood about 15 hands then a tanned and naked body with medium breasts and long brown hair. Judged by her face she is close to the same age as you but Centaurs might age differently for all you know. She carried a bow and a spear, a dead dear was slung over the back of her horse body. She was smiling down at you her green eyes fixed on your exposed cock and balls with your pussy partially visible behind them.

Your trip as you try to get up and cover your genitals as your trousers are around your knees. "Ow" You cry out in pain as you face plant the ground. Not the best first impression.

" 'R' 'u' al-ight miss?" asked the Centaur seeming to have trouble speaking your language.

*flashback*

A long time ago your parents still cared about you before you hit puberty and grew breasts. Your father had hoped that you would never grow breasts, rename you Ali and claim you as a son (with a bit extra). Preparing for this he taught you to ride and all about horse care this is how you knew about the proper names for coat colours and the correct measurements of a horse. You also heard stories of wild herds of Centaurs that spoke their own language. They would learn the language of the local humans just as learned humans would learn the language of their neighbouring kingdoms in order to trade and do business. Some Centaurs would leave the heard and join human society. Then your breasts started growing and it was into a castle with a fierce black dragon to guard you

*flashback over*

You pull up your trousers and fix your belt. You rub your head "Yes, a bit embarrassed but fine, you called me miss why?" You asked

"M-barrassed why? O' that rite u 'umans cover ur parts. As for miss cos ov the breasts. Names Mirre by tu way." She replies.

"Alisa." You reply standing up you come to about where her belly button should be, centaurs must have them on their horse half. You shake an outreached hand "Nice to meet you Mirre, where are you heading?"

"Well, was hunting, head-ng back to heard" She replies "U come with on ma back?" She askes.