We stood in silence both studying each other for a long few moments. There was no hostility in her eyes and after her st dispy I didn't like my chances if she suddenly put me in the same boat as the former hobgoblins.

  Her dark blue top was probably well made but was tattered and torn both from where she'd been tied to the tree and a few marks from what I presumed were the hobgoblins cws. Not that it stopped my eyes from looking at her breasts as they easily defied gravity with both size and heft that I'm sure would have taken extensive pstic surgery in my original world.

  It was strange to have to look up at someone for once, I'd been 6 foot 4 inches before I'd gone to the other world and knew hero work had only enhanced my height. Well it had enhanced everything in every way from a six pack that only living at the gym would give you to my other parts that were currently hanging free. Not that it was much helpful in this situation.

  Ah who am I kidding if we were to fight I'd need a monumental amount of luck to have a chance, she was faster than me on foot or hoof in her case and strong enough to crush bone with said hoofs. And that's without any dispy of weaponry skill she might possesses. A nce of pain in my back reminded me that I'm losing blood and running or just bending in any direction was a bad idea.

  I've stared down demons and rouge wizards that could control the elements with a thought without flinching yet here I am admitting defeat to a centaur with no bdes at all. I couldn't help the ugh bubble out from my throat. The centaur gave me a confused look that was probably the best reaction to someone ughing for no reason right in front of you.

  I stopped ughing with a wince, add talking and ughing to the list of things my back doesn't want me to do. Letting out I sigh I dropped the bde in my hand offering a sign of surrender by holding my hands above my head slightly. When I got no response I dropped them and started making my way over to a pile of bags I hoped were from the hobgoblins and not someone they killed.

  The centaur let out a gasp as the wounds from the whip became clear to see but I was past the point of caring, I needed something to stop the blood and something to cover my junk. Preferably in that order.

  I fought the urge to colpse as a wave of dizzyness washed over my body. The adrenaline crash, I knew it was coming but dam.

  I clenched my jaw making it the st few steps to the bags falling to my knees in front of them, ignoring the fsh of new pain it brought. God please tell me this world had Panadol or something like it. I'd take something that someone said would help so long as the pcebo effect would do something.

  Taking a breath I slowly began to open the closest bag then discarding it for the next when it revealed coins in different sizes and colour. Money isn't helpful right now. The next one had clothes of sort that would have fit a child but I could use them as rags.

  Ignoring the blurry edges of my vision I pulled th first shirt out folding it in half as a makeshift bandage. Then gritted my teeth as I slowly bent my arms around to pce it over the topmost ceration. I still let out a roar of pain as it made contact trying desperately not to faint.

  One in pce a few more to go. My blood acted as glue for the first piece of cloth and I began to pull out another before a hand on my shoulder stopped me mid fold.

  The red headed centaur stood to my left her humanoid half bent over to allow her hand to make contact. Her other hand held a gss jar with a merky white liquid. She gave it a wave to indicate something then shook her head in thought.

  I was my turn to give her a curious look but she changed tactics and instead she opened the jar and held it slightly under my nose. The smell was unmistakable as it hit my sensors, mild alcohol with a hint of herbs I couldn't name. This was a salve of some sort.

  The centaur smiled at my reaction and mimed a rubbing motion with her free hand then pointed to my back.

  "That would be great." I said my voice a lot courser than normal then remembered she couldn't understand me when her head tilted adorably to the side. I opted to nod and she smiled brightly.

  If I wasn't in pain right now I'd have blushed like a school girl at how bright that smile seemed not that the heat in my cheeks gave it away. I was so lucky she'd already moved around behind me by then and hadn't noticed my reaction.

  Taking a breath I braced my hands on my knees and clenched my teeth to stop myself biting my tongue. I always hated this part. I tried to give myself something to think about as an attempt to distract myself from the centaurs hands as she produced a healthy glob of the salve and began rubbing it between her hands to warm it up.

  A name for her that should do it I thought to myself. If she didn't understand anything I was saying then I could give her a name that only i know. Her hands brushed softly against my back bringing a slight sting as the salve found my wounds. A sharp intake of breath was all I allowed for a reaction in response.

  A name think of a name. I mentally commanded. Prancer? Her hands found a pce that two of the whips had left marks behind and I banished the name Prancer as if she herself said no. What about Buttercup? That makes her seem so much less threatening. Her hands still moved over my back but no big spike of pain came.

  Buttercup it is then.

  The newly named centaur finished with the salve and began apply a gauss type of material over the wounds, the salve holding it in pce as she produced a long piece of cloth that she wrapped over top and around my chest. Every circle brought her head inches from mine as she leaned over my shoulder to weave the long material, her breasts casually touching with every round.

  Down boy, this is not the time. With a final loop Buttercup tied the bandage off releasing her hand from my back.

  "Thank you Buttercup." I said.

  "Buttercup?" She responded with the adorable head tilt.

  I froze at her response, turning around to meet her eyes before it I properly realised what had happened. "You can understand me can't you?"

  "Well you are speaking the common tounge so why wouldn't I be able to understand?" She said with a sly smile.

  "Then why not respond sooner?" I replied.

  "I had a gag in my mouth and your back needed tending to." She replied back.

  "Even after you killed that green skin?" I counted.

  "You had a sword and were ughing like a lunatic." She parried.

  "Fair enough." I didn't have a response for that one and ended up smiling along with her as we both made our way to our feet. My back felt way better and didn't even respond to the added stretching.

  "You still didn't answer, what's a Buttercup?" She asked.

  "A Buttercup is a type of food from where I come from. I didn't know what your name was so I was just going to call you that." I replied.

  "Are you going to eat me?" She questioned.

  I couldn't help it I burts into a new wave of ughter. "No, well not in a bad way. If I had your permission I would definitely try and eat you in a different way."

  She didn't understand and this time I did feel my cheeks heat up when she tilted her head. "There is a good way to eat someone?"

  That only caused me to ugh harder. "Yes it involves my mouth on your more intimate parts, where I come from it's a form of pleasure that can be bestowed."

  She looked down at her breasts then at her tail, the saddle on her back was falling to the side and I decided to take the opportunity to change the subject. "Do you need some help with that? I have some equestrian skills if you would like."

  "Please do not treat me like a horse it is a grave insult to my people but I will not say no to removing this thing, it is highly uncomfortable but if you try and get on my back." She left the threat there but I didn't need to be told. My back may feel better but she could still crush me with ease.

  Making my way closer I inspected the knots around the saddle. A lot of them were on the side but one was firmly nestled just in front of her back legs. Undoing that one st would cause some friction burn as all the weight from the saddle would pull it all down but still leave it connected.

  "Now you'll have to forgive me if I do something that is questionable in your culture both now and in the future as I'm unfamiliar with it." I said looking into her eyes, she nodded so I continued. "But I need to get under you slightly to get at one of the knots. It is also very close to your back legs. I can go under your belly or I can come at it from behind."

  She pondered for a second. "You do not wish to see what is back there?"

  "I did not think you wanted me to see whats back there."

  A blush began to creep into her cheeks. "That is very chivalrous of you. Most considered us no more than beasts of burden because of our horse half." Her face was almost fully red at this point but she refused to look away.

  "I learnt a long time ago I'm not the same as most people and if it helps, I don't care." I said running my hand over her fnk. "May I?"

  "You may." She replied.

  I bent onto my knees but didn't have to move far as Buttercup (should have probably asked for her real name) positioned her equine half on top with her back legs spread. Why did this feel intimate?

  Ignoring the sudden urge to slide my hands around where they shouldn't go I began untying the knot. It came away fairly easily and I was almost sad to have to remove myself from this position. Didn't know I had a thing for being a bottom, who knew.

  The rest of the rope fell away quickly as I removed the knots but when it came time to remove the saddle itself my back compined fiercely. Buttercup ended up doing a kinda shimmy to remove it as she wasn't flexible enough to reach around behind herself. I'll admit it was cute as hell and I wanted to watch her do it again but instead of staring I mentally burnt it into my mind and began looking for some pants. It was getting very hard to hide my attraction to her when everything was visible.

  Finding pants didn't turn out to be very difficult as the bag of clothes I'd previously found had a pair that was slightly to big but could be held up with a length of rope kind of like a belt. "Where are you heading to now stranger?" Buttercup asked not having moved after her saddle dance.

  "Don't know. I'll probably pick a random direction and see where it takes me." I said standing back up and taking with me the bag of coins.

  She looked a little sad that I'd chosen to cover myself. "May I ask you to accompany me to my vilge? I can pay you for the trip."

  "Sounds good to me but don't worry about paying." I replied holding up the coin pouch. "But if you really feel like it we'll say I'm returning the favour for the salve."

  She smiled with that face I was beginning to fall for and this time I smiled back