... Mare.
It was a slightly familiar form to be sure, having been a human woman before ending up in this equine other-world. Your legs were bent in a similar manner to a horse's, but your arms were bent in a human fashion. Your feet were but hooves, and your hands had only three thick fingers counting the thumb. You had a slight layer of pudge to your body, but that was nothing new. Your fur was a lovely golden brown, and you had milk white spots on your back. Your mane and tail were a dark chocolate brown. Your breasts rested on your chest like a human's, but they seemed a couple sizes larger than before.
Outside of your new body, there was no denying the truth. You are an off-worlder. Under normal circumstances you don't belong here. If going home were an option, you would take that opportunity in a heartbeat. For now though, it seems you're here for a reason. A reason you hope to find out sooner rather than later.
You looked back up at Carai, and for an anthropomorphic horse woman, she didn't look half bad. In fact, you were just a little envious of how fit she looked. Whatever the case, she seemed like a trustworthy mare, and quite honestly you could use a guide in this strange and alien equestrian world.
"Ah, if you wish to see the village for yourself," said Carai, "then I shan't hold you back. All I ask is that you don't venture too far into the wilds."
"I won't," you agree, "and thank you for taking care of me."
"It's no burden on us," the black mare brushed off, "Please make yourself at home."
As you peer outside the hut into the village proper, you can see horse-folk as far as the eye can see, most of them naked as far as you can tell. It seems like a peaceful community with a well in the center and huts made of mud and straw. It feels safe here in a way you can't describe, in only the way the tenants of early civilization can. The village is surrounded by plains-lands and meadows, lush and green and open. It's tempting to want to run out into the open fields of grass, but that may run the risk of venturing too far from the village. You can see horse folk of all kinds going about their days. There's a new hut being constructed, a mother tending to her foal, some fillies playing tag, gatherers carrying baskets of fruits and grains, and a stallion in a fedora and bomber jacket writing things down in a notepad. He seems of particular note, as he seems to be the only one wearing clothes.
"As you can see," Carai explained, "the Medra village is undergoing expansion, seeing as we are finding more off-worlders out in the wilds. They usually appear from under trees or in caves. We are a peaceful tribe, content to feed on the fruits and grains of the surrounding lands, but with these Feral problems, gathering them is a particular risk these days. As for the stallion in the jacket, he said he's called an 'anthro-apologist', whatever that means. He's here from far away to study our village for some sort of journal. Some of us heard him claim he might be able to 'cure' the Ferals."
"How's he plan to do that?" You ask her.
"I have no clue," your guide admits, "but neither does he. Well, he claims that he doesn't know *yet*, but that he hopes that the information he picks up here might help him and his associates find an answer."
"I see," you note, watching the strange stallion taste a bit of the ground before spitting the dirt back out. Either way, you do wish to explore this village to maybe learn more about the world you've found yourself stuck in.