Safety first

Without a moment to lose, you duck for cover within the nearest bush. Unfortunately, thorns scratch at your naked flesh, but you can't worry about that right now. The clopping grows ever closer, whatever this thing is, it sounds heavy. Holding your breath, you wait in silence for the intruder to pass, which it does surprisingly fast.

Since the sound is growing fainter, you dare to peek from your hiding place at the rider. Indeed, it appears to be a man riding horseback, though you can see little aside from his back. That's when you notice the bow slung over his shoulder, a hand carved weapon of surprising detail. Perhaps he's a hunter, out searching for game?

Without a single word of warning, the figure drew his bow, knocking an arrow with frightening speed. before whirling about to face you, the dangerous projectile aimed right for your position. So much for staying hidden.

"Step out, slowly. There's no point in hiding."

The deep, rich voice had a point, surely the archer knows this meadow like the back of his hand. Cautiously, you emerge from the bushes, vainly trying to cover your nudity with your hands, which is no easy feat, considering your monumental bust.

"I-I meant no harm, I was just lost, and so hungry.."

The man cuts you off with haughty laugh. Although now you can see he's no man at all. Or rather, only half man. From the waste up, he's an exquisite specimen of manhood, his bronze flesh practically rippling with muscle. But below, the chestnut colored body of a large stallion. A centaur!

"So you say, but your scent says otherwise. What sort of innocent maiden traipses about naked, reeking of Taurish seed?"

That explains how he found you, the musky romp with the minotaur earlier ruined all chances of secrecy. Not to mention that the other monsters now believe you to be a slut. True, you did mount the beast willingly, but only due to a spell! That doesn't make you a monster-whore, does it?

"That's not h-how it happened!"

Another laugh greets your pitiful remark, and the centaur shakes his head, causing his mane of dark hair to sway wildly.

"At any rate, if nourishment is what you require, I am certain we can come to an agreement."

As if to emphasize his point, something twitches between his hind legs, almost as long and thick as another leg itself. Even from a distance, it appears every bit as large as the minotaur's monstrous member. Reflexively, your mouth begins to water, despite all of your misgivings about the horrid offer. Sure, you're really hungry, but you couldn't really lower yourself to service another half-human hybrid just for a bite to eat..