Alec grabbed a swollen breast and gently squeezed. Milk squirted readily from his hard nipples. He sighed. It felt much better than he'd care to admit. He squeezed again. This really wasn't the time for this, maybe he had better hurry it up.
He hefted his other breast free and with two hands squeezed. Two jets of milk shot from his nipples en he stifled a moan. His nipples were left tingling pleasantly.
Suddenly he heard something. He let go of his breasts and listened intently. It was a familiar rhythmic sound. Heavy hooves hitting the ground, regular like a train on tracks, constant and moving. It wasn't a train though, he knew what a horse sounded like and this was a horse galloping.
His heart jumped at the realization. A horse! A beast of burden and they had burden that needed to be carried! He almost jumped straight up, but instead he carefully stuck his head out of the tall grass and looked around.
There, not that far off in the distance. A horse? No, that's not a horse. The "rider" was too far at the front and it had only one head. Was this a centaur? From his position he couldn't make out the gender, the long dark manes flowing behind the human portion didn't help with identification either.
Still it was a magnificent beast to behold, it's dark rear body galloping in strong strides across the fields. If he wanted to do something, he'd better do it now.
Alec was conflicted. He had no idea if centaurs were friendly creatures and even if they were friendly, would they appreciate being asked to serve as a horse? Minotaurs apparently didn't like getting asked about milking, so who knew?
He could just draw it's attention and find out if it was friendly or he could skip a step and just straight up take it's body.
Not every time that he took a body without permission had ended well and who knew where he was headed. Maybe he left the gas on and by taking the body he would be condemning someone to getting blown up.
Whatever he decided, he needed to decide now.