The huge powerfully built stallion's press in around you, dozens of hands touch you. Roaming over your person with impunity, feeling your hair, skin, groping at your legs and inbetween them! "What is it?" One of the huge powerful Centaurs asks. "I dunno...kinda looks like one of us, but tiny and two legged." A beautiful black and white paint stud mutters
"Nawww duh!" The others laugh, teasing they're friend. "Did you hear it talk?" A huge roan stud asks." "Yeah I hear it." A huge golden stud answers. "Me to." "Me to." The other clamor excitedly. "Ok...so what do we do with it?" A young gray stud asks. You were so frightened by the bulk horse like men surrounding you, that all you could do was stand their, before you could do anything to escape, and before they could do anything to you which would mean you are in a very big pickle.