Some unusual natives . . .

You swing around, expecting to see an animal ... or, god forbid, the strange person from your dream ... but at first you see nothing. Then the rustling resumes, and you look lower down. A few yards ahead of you a woman stands up, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

You stare, a little astonished that she wears no clothes, and then even more astonished to see a horse tail flick up from behind her. She strains herself up to get a good look at you, and you see that below the waist she is like a mare with chocolate-colored fur ... in other words, a centaur.

She trots quickly to you, a concerned look in her eyes. "Are you all right?", she asks. "You seem a little dizzy." She walks a little further and gasps suddenly. "Oh my god! It's like someone chopped off your hindquarters!"

Written by Alex (edited by wanderer)

At least the natives are friendly

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