“Ah, well, my previous Mistress, that is-” Lalia blushes, “-she kept a stable. Sometimes she let me ride the ponies,” the centauress she’s riding blinks, turns to glare at her, “-sometimes I was the one being ridden.”<br/><br/>The centauress’s look turns into one of befuddlement. “But you’re a-” she blurts. “Oh, my…” she murmurs, squirming a little, tail swishing, stirring the scent of aroused, wet centauress through the air. “Is it hot here suddenly?” She asks. “We should, we should move on.” She skitters forwards, and continues walking, carrying Lalia away - who gives Xentia a little wave over her shoulder as she goes…<br/><br/>Snakelady Cathy!” Company-Captain Winters snaps. “Stop fooling around and ride a centauress - or ride in one! I need you in condition to keep your girls in line tonight, or half my conjour-company will be stuffing XXX bellies tonight!”<br/><br/>The clip-clop of hooves heralds the approach of two of Headmare Khulan’s centauresses - and it doesn’t look as if they’d be entirely dissatisfied with that outcome. Still, the first extends her hand and swings Gaia onto her back. “If you want,” she smiles, licking her lips, “I’ll let you ride inside anyway. Give you a bed for the night, even…”<br/><br/>The other centauress glares at her, though whether for stealing a tasty-looking meal or saddling her with a heavy naga isn’t entirely clear. “I guess I get you?” She says…