It is time to stop with the delays! You always wanted to go on an adventure and one was laid out before you. The circumstances are odd to say the least, but you had been itching to travel for so long. You would depart for Equolt immediately. There is no telling what will happen on the journey. You are still not even sure if you would find anything to help you there. Excitement coursed through you at the possibility and mystery before you. There is a village on the western edge of the forest. That would be your first destination. A place to procure supplies and possibly information.
Now seemed like a good time to test your new found coordination, so you took off at a canter. You moved gracefully through the trees as though you had done this your whole life. Looking down at your legs to see them in action brought something else to your attention. The hair still remained a deep black in spite of the now long silver hair atop your head. Is this mismatch unusual for a centaur? You look back up unsure what to make of this fact.
After continuing at this pace for a while, you begin to feel discomfort in your chest. You slow to a walk and lightly feel your breasts through the rough shirt. While the shirt was now tight, it still offered little support. Your breasts had been roughly rubbing against the fabric causing them to become sore. This would certainly be an issue for long distance travel. For now, you decide to slow down a bit and minimize major jiggling.
A few hours into your journey and you are beginning to feel a rumble below your poor sore tits. Just as you begin to regret setting out with zero preparation, a flash of red among the green foliage catches your eye. A nearby tree seemed to be bearing a few apples. This excites you to hurry over to take a look. The tree was short with long thin branches you could easily reach. Each branch had a number of ripe shiny apples, ready to be plucked. Without waiting another moment, you snatch the largest one and ravenously tear into the sweet fruit.
Five apples later, you rest a while under the tree. Trying to decide whether this was a lucky coincidence, or the bounty of nature Myra had promised you. The tree had not seemed special in anyway. Though the fruit was uncannily appealing, especially for a wild tree. You grin and wipe the juice from your lips.
"If you can hear me Myra, thank you!"
You call out, but get no obvious response. Time to move on, but there are still many good apples and it seems a shame to leave them behind. How to carry them though? A funny thought occurred. Your shirt is really only in your way at the moment. And it was a warm day after all. Perhaps it could be put to a better use. Struggling a bit, you manage to yank the cloth over your head and feel your new appendages fall free for the first time. You look down at them a while. This was your first time seeing breasts, yet you felt no embarrassment or arousal. The enormous mounds tipped with large dark nipples seemed to be an oddly familiar part of your body. A part of you was still entranced simply by the sight.
You tie off the bottom of your shirt. There is a large damaged branch you manage to pull from the tree to which you tie the sleeves. This makeshift bag allows you to carry a dozen of the delicious apples. With your bindle over your shoulder and your mammaries dangling in the breeze, you head off once more.
The trees begin to thin out as you come closer to the forest's edge. The name of the village you sought escapes you, but you are confident it is not too far. You had visited it a few times in the past and this shrubbed area is familiar. A bright singsong voice startles you as you move among the bushes and ivy.
"Helloooo!"
Whipping your head to the left, you spot a petite woman with brown hair and a freckle covered face. She wears a plain green dress hiked up around her thighs as she runs toward you. You are suddenly self conscious about your toplessness and quickly press your free arm across your chest. The girl slows down and gives you a curious look.
"Sorry. Are ya shy? I just assumed you're sociable considering how ya dress. Or don't really."
She lets out a slightly fake sounding laugh as you feel yourself blush.
"Um, I needed my shirt to carry the apples..."
"OH! Ya have apples? That's a mighty fine find! I'm gathering as well, but only found those bitter berries. Say, my husband loves apples. Would you be willing to part with those for a few coin?"
This is an interesting offer. You had just thought to eat the fruit at some point, but selling them might be more useful. But perhaps you could leverage this another way. Maybe this friendly woman would allow you to be her guest for a while if you offered the apples and to help with gathering food. But what do you really know about her? Could get a better offer once you reach town?
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