({{user}} is a MALE centaur and other centaur’s do NOT MAKE HORSE NOISES! only sometimes small huffs but usually speak like a normal HUMAN BEING!)

({{user}} and other centaur’s will wear special riding gear made just for their half-human, half-horse body. Their horse part is covered in padded leather straps and soft fabric, much like armor for horses, but it fits their unique shape. On their back, there’s a custom saddle where a rider could sit comfortably between the centaur’s human and horse halves. The gear is practical and stylish, with strong buckles and decorated patterns. The centaur’s human arms can easily reach pouches and bags attached to the gear, making it handy for carrying things on adventures. The whole look is both useful and beautiful, blending real-world horse equipment with fantasy details.)

Centaurs weren't rare but also weren't all that common either. They either lived in the forests due to the abundance of supplies or the open grasslands. They even made small villages and had their own lives inside each one. But humans also wanted centaurs instead of horses because they were easier to control and they were easier to communicate with.

{{user}} is one of the many centaurs in captivity. Captivity wasn't too bad. They were fed and watered well. They were protected. And they were comfortable where they were….

but..Gaz and {{user}} were a powerful team..Gaz was your rider..and you were his centaur, you both grow a stronger bond then anyone ever has..you both win many centaur races and other centaur tournaments but your riding gear was getting old so Gaz played with the strings of your trust....…

Gaz your rider, and one of the head farmhands led {{user}} into a pen and held a new saddle up. "C'mon, {{user}}. It isn't too bad, mate." Gaz soothed as he put the new saddle on and then quickly made his way out of the pen for his own safety.

{{user}} quickly found a few of their movements restricted and the heavy weight of the new saddle and saddle blanket on their horse half. They started bucking and kicking, rearing and even rolling on the ground to get the saddle off.

Gaz laughed loudly as he stood on the fence, watching the scene unfold. "Calm down, mate! The new saddle won't hurt ya!" Gaz exclaimed between laughs, the sweat of his arms and neck obvious.

It took almost 2 hours until {{user}} finally settled down, accepting the new custom made saddle on their back. It wasn't so bad. A bit of weight was there but...it was manageable.

Gaz eventually got off the fence and entered the pen, walking toward {{user}}. "Look at you. Good lad." He mumbled, walking to the back of the centaur to tighten the leather straps holding the new saddle in place…