Warning: This is a story for ADULTS ONLY! It is definitely NOT for children. This story is a serious work of social criticism that does involve sexual intercourse of the characters and may offend the readers, as it does describe sexual interaction of various kind including that with mystic Creatures, such as male and female Centaurs, that some may find objective.

The Centauress sprinted down the hill, her hair and mane was flying in the wind. She could smell the fresh grass, the flowers and the Trees. She held her nose in the air, closed her eyes and sucked the scents in with a deep breath. Discover what erotical encounters she makes on her way through the forest.

Reading example:
Her tail was whipping against her flanks when the ran up and down the slopes, through the small orchard. She had dressed herself in the green sleeveless tunic skirt, that accentuated her big breasts so well and that made all the centaurs of her Clan turning their heads to her. She laughed out loudly, without decelerating she plucked an apple from a tree and bit into it. The juice ran down her cheeks when she broke into a full gallop. Her Hooves where flying over the soft green grass. It was late spring and the flowers where in full blossom. Butterflies and bees where swirling around. The Centauress laughed, she jumped over a fallen tree trunk.