The two Centaurs then strap you down to the table. The straps force your legs wide apart, exposing your female parts.
"Hey!" You yell in protest.
Ignoring you, the Centaur Vet begins to examine you. First he fondles your breasts then he wrights something down on his clipboard, ignoring your insults. Then you gasp in surprise as he suddenly sticks his hand into your pussy and begins to feel around, causing you to moan in pleasure much to your embarrassment.
"Well?" The other Centaur asks the Vet.
"This human is excellent!" The Centaur Vet says. "She will doubtlessly produce high quality milk and give birth to many human calfs."
"What!?!?" You yell in anger and protest.