After both of you catch your breath the male centaur reaches out his hand. When you hesitate to take it he reaches out to gently take your hand in his. Your mind and body are both to fatigued to question it, so when he tugs you slightly and motions with his head to follow him you sigh and agree. You can't help but wonder if you've already lost this strange game before you even began playing. A small portion of you wonders if that's really a bad thing. You can see a group of other centaurs before you, all female. They don't seem particularly bothered. If you could get used to being a mare...
"I love that gate." the male says. He has already sidled up next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His body presses up against you while you walk. The statement wrenches you mind back to the here and now.
"You know about that?" you ask.
"Know about it? How do you think I got here?"
"Have you figured out how to get back? Any clues?" you ask, pulling away from him as the questions flood out one after another.
"Back?! Certainly not. I never want to go back. I was a 5'6", hundred and twenty pound accountant who stopped liking his job two years after graduation and hated it three years into the workforce. I lived by myself in a studio apartment and lived on microwave dinners and had nothing to look forward to but how they were going to end Seinfeld. How did they by the way?" You shrug confusedly at the question.
"They all went to jail!" calls out one of the centauresses.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" he calls back.
"Because all you ever want to do is-" she begins
"The point is, look at this!" he says and trots in a small circle in front of you "I'm powerful, and important. I keep my herd of mares safe from intruders." he says "No way am I going to trade all that in for two legs, one desk and a million spreadsheets." he says "You shouldn't bother getting home either. It's probably an incredibly dangerous journey. Why take the risk when you could stay here?" he asks.
"Because..." you begin, but you find it difficult to put into words. Your mind thinks back to the strange new pleasure that you experienced just moments after you arrived. You want to get back home, but after that orgasm that desire seems less urgent than before. Perhaps it would be wise to stay. For a while at least.
"Hey..." he says "...you're a stranger in a strange land. You should at least stay long enough to get your bearings." With that he reaches out his hand again, this time waiting for you to take it of your own accord.
You...