The cool spring was just the right temperature for Daisy that morning as she bent down for a drink. She had been up early to go for a walk in the forest. She was the loveliest sight you could behold, her long red hair flowing down her back, her petite body clad in a light pink dress that complimented her ivory skin. She watched with her lovely blue eyes as the life of the forest surrounded her. The birds were singing, the deer and squirrels were playing, the flowers danced in the wind. Truly magic was alive here today, she thought to herself. Little did she know that there was much more magic around her.
Daisy went about, picking flowers to take home and decorate her small hut. She looked ahead and spotted the perfect purple flower to go in the window overlooking her garden. She went down to pick a few for her basket when she looked up to her right. That was when she realized she was not alone in the forest today. She swore that she saw another person up ahead of her walking among the trees, only appearing as a blur at this distance. The shape was gone in no time as Daisy's curiosity got the best of her and she went to see who it was. When she got to the place she saw the figure, there were no tracks of man in the soft earth there, rather all she saw were the hoof prints of a horse. But it made no sense to her that someone would dare to bring a horse this deep into the forest.
She went on further, determined to find out who was here. This was her forest and nobody else ever came along. She followed the tracks of what looked like a horse, determined to meet this newcomer. Maybe someone was now living nearby and she had a new neighbor to meet. She soon came to the hill overlooking the pond and saw the person finally taking a bath. She could only see them from the back and at once thought she had stumbled across some man who only wanted privacy. The long brown hair and perfectly bronzed skin said this was indeed one of the outdoors. The broad back and massive arms were loaded with cords of bulging muscles, showing their owner's mighty strength.
Daisy did not want to disturb such a private moment and was ready to back away slowly when she clumsily stumbled on her own feet and went rolling down the hill. She made much noise as she landed on the ground by the pond. She was uninjured, with only a few scrapes and some dirt on her and her dress that now had a couple of tears on it. Her fall caught the attention of the lone bather, who turned to see the commotion. Daisy expected to be greeted by a man who would not be happy that his bath had been disturbed. But if this was a man, then he had the biggest breasts that she had ever seen. That when, to her shock, it finally hit Daisy that she had come across a woman.
"And just who in the hell are you," the woman in the water asked with a tone of disgust in her voice and a look of slight anger on her face.
"I..I'm..," Daisy stammered out, nervous and a bit afraid at the woman's greeting.
"Well out with it girly. Why in the fuck are you disturbing my bath?" Daisy was unable to reply to this demand, as the woman's tone and use of profanity had rendered her speechless for the moment.
The bather was getting frustrated with a lack of response and began to walk out of the pond and towards Daisy. As she got closer, Daisy saw that beneath that muscular torso was what looked like an animal's lower body. As she got closer, Daisy could swear that it looked like the woman was half-horse. That's when it hit her, what she was really dealing with.
"A centaur," she whispered under her breath. The horse-woman heard this and laughed as she stood in front of the redhead. Daisy had heard the legends of the centaurs all her life. They were supposed to be untamed, basically like wild animals. A fitting place out here in the wild for an encounter.
"So you got eyes to tell you I'm not just any woman," the centaur said mockingly at Daisy. Now on her feet, the woman got a look at this creature. The centaur stood over a head taller than Daisy. Her brown hair was dripping, like the rest of her body, from the bath in the pond. Her upper body was perfectly tanned, her skin a perfect bronze. Her face was by no means ugly; rather Daisy could see beauty behind the devious expression the horse-woman sported. Her body was an overall work of art. The upper human half was loaded with lots of well-defined muscles, all perfectly pressed up against the tan flesh. Daisy could see each one with ease. The centaur's breasts were massive and perfectly round with stiff brown nipples right at Daisy's eye level. The lower horse half, at least what Daisy could see, looked to be just as strong and powerfully-built as the other part, with a coat of chestnut hair.
The centaur placed her hands where hips would normally be on a human, looking down at Daisy who still did not manage to get out any words. "I'm gonna ask again. Who are you?"
"I'm... Daisy," she managed to reply with, beginning to overcome her shock.
"Daisy? What kind of name is Daisy? What are you, a fucking flower?"
Daisy's shock momentarily turned to annoyance. "How dare you...," she started before being interrupted by the centaur.
"So you got a bit of fight in you now? Gonna give Merol here a challenge?" The horse-woman was still much larger than the redhead, who still cowered at her sight.
"Listen," Daisy said to Merol, "I'm sorry that I interrupted your privacy. Let me make it up to you as an apology. How about I help you get dressed now?"
"Dressed? You must be joking. You think that I would actually bother to cover THESE up with any damn clothes," the centaur replied as she flexed her giant arms, her massive muscles bulging out, stretching her flesh tight and causing her pulsing veins to pop out.
"I... I..., " Daisy stammered out as she was unable to take her eyes off Merol's mighty body.
"Or these. You think these can be contained by any fucking shirt," the horse-woman said as she grabbed her massive breasts. She fondled them for a moment before she flexed her giant pec muscles, causing her tits to bounce up and down right in Daisy's face.
"You mean, you walk around naked all the time," the redhead asked the centaur.
"Yeah I do," Merol replied as she got close to Daisy and placed her powerful hands on her shoulders. "And right now, let's just say I'm feeling a bit self-conscious about being the only one here without clothes." As she finished her sentence, she grabbed Daisy's dirty pink dress and, without using much effort thanks to her extremely muscular physique, tore the garment to shreds from the redhead's body and let them fall to the ground.
Daisy struggled to cover her naked body with her hands as Merol laughed at her. She was obviously embarrassed at being stripped in this manner and turned red from it. "Why.. why would you do this to me," she asked the centaur.
"Because I fucking can," was the reply. "Now get those hands to your side so I can get a good look at you."
"But..."
