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It was a bright, sunny morning in Lapica. The sky was a pleasant shade of blue, with just enough wispy, inoffensive clouds to be called calm. It was like something out of a painting, complete with fluttering songbirds and golden rays of sunlight poking through the cypress trees.
[[File:Elmore Lyra.jpg|thumb|right|400px|Female Centaurs: attractive but anatomically frustrating]]
The '''Centaurs''' are a race of mythical creatures from Greek [[mythology]], best known for being a literal mix of man and horse - they have a human's upper torso (that is, the body from the top of the hips up to the top of the head) replacing the head. They're also noted for being horny bastards and massive drunks. Centaurs were one of the less important monsters of their myths, with only a handful of references. Even so, they did get a constellation, and appear in various fantasy settings throughout the world now.
 
==Who ''were'' they?==
 
In their creation myth, the centaurs were descended from a mythical culture called the Lapiths, via their douchebag king Ixion. In short, Ixion was an asshole who murdered his father-in-law by burning the dude alive - [[Heresy|a ''huge'' no-no for the Greeks]]. Somehow, Zeus decided to be a super-chill guy, and not only forgave Ixion, but actually brought the asshole to Olympus to have dinner with the gods. Did Ixion realize just how lucky he was? Nope; asshole started eyeing Zeus's wife/sister, Hera. Zeus got suspicious, so he made a double for Hera out of clouds, called Nephele, and had her take Hera's place serving Ixion some dinner. Ixion promptly attacked and raped Nephele, for which Zeus smote his ass with a lightning bolt, then tied his spirit to a burning wheel and sent it spinning endlessly through the "sky" of Tartarus. Nephele got pregnant and her kids were fucking half-horse somehow.
 
Ironically, one of the Centaur myths describes their interactions with the Lapiths. The Lapiths invited the Centaurs to one of their weddings, and then things went haywire very, very fast. Though the Centaurs had been benevolent beforehand, the copious amounts of wine being served got them all drunk, which meant they turned on a plate during the wedding, trying to rape the women and kill the men of the Lapiths. This ended up as one huge brawl, ending with a Lapith victory. This was the Greek way of saying [[Humanity Fuck Yeah|"Hey, nature? You suck."]].
 
Chiron, a great healer and teacher of heroes in Greek myth, was a rare case of a friendly centaur. The constellation Sagittarius is rendered in Chiron's image. Consequently, the prefix "sagittar-" is commonly used to denote centaurs, blissfully ignorant of the fact that "sagittarius" translates to "archer" (Chiron's favorite way of killing shit) in ''Latin'', not "centaur".
 
A centaur by the name of Nessus was also responsible for slaying Hercules (or, to give him his original Greek name, Heracles). Nessus tried to kidnap Hercules' wife Megara to rape her at his leisure, and Hercules shot him with one of his poisoned arrows for it. As he was dying, he told Hercules' wife to secretly soak a cloak in his blood, promising that if Hercules' eye started to wander, all she'd have to do is make him wear it and he'd fall back in love with her. She believed him, but the gory cape was actually poisonous and drove Hercules so mad with pain. In one version it caused him to kill her and their children then awaken and see what he'd done causing him go on another adventure to atone for it; in another, he simply burned himself alive on a funeral pyre to find relief.
 
If you want to know about the real world origin of the Centaur, well, consider where Greece is. Go too much farther north and your hit the Ukrainian and Russian Steppe, where the horse was first domesticated and where nomadic tribesmen practically learned to ride before they could walk. It's believed that the early Greeks saw either early horsemen or the first horsemen at a distance and could not understand that they were looking at a human ON an animal (a distinction that the Spanish report the Aztec had trouble grasping), and instead saw a horse with the top half of a man. And thus the Centaurs were born.
 
==Biology==
Centaurs are a fascinating example of a complete [[/d/|can of worms]] when looked at from a scientific standpoint, mainly because the way the Centaur is structured consists of two torsos (removing the horse torso would make it a [[Satyr]], removing the human torso would make it a horse-themed [[Sphinx]]).
 
In theory, a centaur has two different sets of ribcages. Depending on how the setting has the internal anatomy work, a centaur could have two pairs of lungs, two hearts, an extra stomach and possible extra intestine leading to the horse stomachs, two livers, two sets of kidneys, and most anatomy exclusive to both dedicated carnivores and to dedicated herbivores. If this version of Centaur actually existed, it would possibly be the most unspecialized and energy-efficient diet in the setting. More often however, the human half is explained to have large lungs and a large heart while the rest of the anatomy is contained within the horse half. This presents the problem of having a ridiculously long esophagus which has an elevated risk of choking while the Heimlich Maneuver would have greatly reduced ability to save the Centaur's life, although as long as food manages to make it past the human half the rest of the esophagus would not require more than a drink of water to alleviate discomfort.
 
They do not need to wipe their own asses, because their horse anus wipes itself through layers of sphincters. Any additional cleaning for social reasons however would require a sponge or towel on a stick. Likewise, putting garments on the horse half for reasons of modesty would be extremely difficult unless it's something like a horse blanket you can almost drape over the body.  
   
   
Everything was perfect, as if the very gods had ordained that the day be beautiful, all for Rhoda’s wedding. She was my eldest cousin, and her father-my uncle-had spared no expense in paying for the ceremony. The grandeur was just as much for Rhoda as it was for her betrothed, Paphilos, a handsome sailor with olive skin and bright green eyes like emeralds. My uncle clearly wanted to make a good impression on the comely seaman, and the wedding feast had been divine. We had dined on wild boar, fresh olives, exotic fruits given as a gift by Paphilos, fresh caught sea bass and strange little seeds that made my whole mouth light on fire from the spice. We even had salt, fine wines and remarkable foreign spices!
Human babies are born completely helpless and unable to do much of anything by themselves other than emit noise. Horse babies immediately run once the birth awl is cleaned off by the mother. In theory, this means centaur babies run around and play while the human half flops around helplessly. More likely is that centaur babies would have both halves as developed as that of a regular horse since the horse womb's larger opening gives more time for the head to grow. (Head growth is not the only reason for helpless human infants, however. Human brains must take time to grow their connections while interacting with their environment, for which they need a massively extended period of maturation. Horses, like most animals, do not need to be young for long as they do not need to learn in this manner. There would always be a mismatch in development unless the horse part could be held back to the pace of the human part.)
 
Our families had sat at separate tables, but Rhoda’s eyes were always fixed on Paphilos. Admittedly, mine were too. How could I not be enamored with his lean, muscular physique, that salt-tossed hair and those glittering, emerald eyes? My heart skipped a beat and warmth had burst within my chest when he looked at me, and I was sure he could see the blush as it rushed through my face. What else would he see? An inferior image of his bride? Wavy blonde hair and pale skin like Rhoda, but my breasts weren’t as developed as hers, and I lacked that perfectly feminine figure my cousin grew into, something I had always envied her for. His gaze had left as soon as it graced me, but it left me warm and aroused for the rest of the night. As the feast went on and I made small talk with the other guests, nodding politely while listening to news about the oil business or asking how one’s mother was, I kept stealing jealous glances at my cousin’s bride, sharp intakes of breath and nervous gasps showing my excitement.
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Eventually the wine ran dry and the food was all eaten, and the guests began to filter out with shaky legs and foggy visions. Rhoda and Paphilos were taken to their chambers to be anointed and cleansed before the ceremony the following day, but I could see the lusty gazes they gave each other, the raw animal passion they felt visible in their body language, the way their mouths wordlessly worked and their hips moved. I wanted that. I wanted that so badly I could cry, but all I could do was bite my tongue, clench my fist and retreat to my chambers.
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As everyone else had slept with full stomachs and foggy minds, I remained hot and needy, my breath heavy and my head filled with Paphilos’ handsome face. My hand had snuck down to my loins, my fingers rubbing the damp folds of my sex as I imagined myself in Rhoda’s place. Gods, he was handsome. As my folds grew wetter I imagined those hands, those dexterous, calloused sailor‘s hands that must be strong and rough from years of tying ropes and hoisting anchors and all those things sailors did. My wine-fueled mind thought of those hands roaming all over me, undoing my dress and letting it fall from my body as his mouth pecked at me, those green eyes holding my attention like nothing else on earth. Two fingers probed my entrance, and as I gasped I wished they were his. To my shame I was no virgin, something I regretted every day. What man would want a used woman like me, someone whose purity was compromised? Hot breath escaped my lips and I shut my eyes and rolled onto my chest, picturing Paphilos positioning himself behind me, taking hold of my rear with those hands and-
Image:Centaur Muscles.jpg
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My arousal reached its zenith, and a rush of fluids escaped my nethers, drenching my fingers and causing me to convulse, my inner walls clenching around my digits how I wished they would around Paphilos. I had only been with a man once before, and it was something I remembered with guilty fondness. The feeling of warm fullness, of hands and skin on my most sensitive areas, of feeling the weight of another on top of me. If my father ever found out about my secret liaison he would disown me, and I feared that one day he would find me touching myself, dreaming of men.
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I slipped into unconsciousness, my wet hand slipping out from between my thighs, envy and lust my last thoughts before a warm sleep overcame me.
==Dungeons & Dragons==
 
The next morning was as beautiful as the one before it, even more so as I saw the sun rise and the sky change to fantastic colors. The ceremony would be in a few hours, and even my jealousy was pushed aside by anxious, jubilant feelings of anticipation. If I had butterflies in my stomach, I couldn’t imagine what Rhoda was feeling.
[[File:Elmore 3e Centaur.jpg|300px|thumb|right|Centaurs can be very pretty from the waist up.]]
Centaurs and other "tauric" creatures have appeared throughout the editions and settings of [[Dungeons & Dragons]], from the half-lion wemics of [[Forgotten Realms]] to the [[Drider]]s that have become so iconically linked with the [[Drow]].
In preparation all the guests, myself included were anointed with sacred oils, our bodies purified as the hot liquid washed over us. I suppose I needed it more than most, and if the priests noticed the residue of last’s nights activities on my legs they didn’t show it. I felt better knowing my guilty fluids would be gone during the wedding. It was symbolic in a way; the oils would wash away the residue of last night, and with them my shameful lusts, my envy would go with them. In theory at least, I didn’t know if I could maintain my composure while watching Paphilos take Rhoda’s hand, hearing him vow he would never touch another woman, that he would belong to Rhoda even until the day the underworld claimed them.
 
Flavor-wise, centaurs are pretty much identical to the standard [[Elf|Wood Elf]]; they are a "sylvan" (read: [[fey]]-lite) race who inhabit the deep woods and unspoiled meadows of the world, existing as nomadic hunter-gatherers with a deep respect for nature, always striving to live in balance with their environment and to replace what they take. Their population is kept small due to their massive caloric intake, which gives them a reputation as drunkards due to how much liquor they can consume in a sitting. They are generally disinterested in the [[demihuman]] races, save elves and forest [[gnome]]s, and are more likely to keep company with other sylvan races, such as [[dryad]]s and [[satyr]]s.
Nevertheless, I accepted the slim white dress the priests offered me, paid for by my uncle no doubt. The color of fresh milk with a pale green hem, leaving one of my soft shoulders exposed and revealing a faint glimpse of the side of my breast, I felt proud that I could wear something so fine, so regal. Of course it would be nothing in comparison to what Rhoda wore, but she was the bride after all, I was merely an observer. I tried to purge jealousy from my mind; I should be happy for her, thankful that the gods graced her with such a wonderful husband, that she was granted such a wonderful day to have her wedding.
 
This portrayal is pretty consistent, having begun all the way back in [[Mystara]] and remaining throughout most settings. But, this is different in the [[Nentir Vale]] setting; here, they are considered a type of [[fey]] (rather than their traditional monstrous humanoid) and a warlike tribal people who inhabit the steppes, plains and prairies of the [[Feywild]], although they may also be found in the mortal world, particularly in close proximity to elven lands. [[World Axis]] centaurs maintain permanent settlements, and do not suffer trespassers lightly. An emotional and rugged people, they swear allegiance to [[Kord]] and [[Melora]], rather than the gentler and more refined [[Corellon]]; they are renowned for the wild parties they throw to celebrate battles, hunts and births, which are full of boasting, sport and drink, and do not fear death. They have even been known to hire their services out as mercenaries to [[eladrin]], elves or any other race willing to meet their price. They are still dedicated to protecting the unspoiled wilderness, though, and if anything are more assertive about it.
We were led around the temple by the priests, the procession forming a large ring around the ceremonial fire at it’s heart. We tried to keep silent, though murmured whispers could be heard now and then, as the priests scattered scented seeds around the ring and recited prayers of matrimony. While they tried to command an air of respect, it was clear they’d seen such gatherings a hundred times before, and would go through the same ritual, the same song and dance next week, so they afforded us some small breaches of ceremony. Still, the importance of the date was not lost on me and my fellow guests, not least Rhoda and Paphilos’ parents, who I could see at the edge of the ring. Dressed in fineries of gold and silk, my aunt was looking as fertile and vivacious as her daughter while my uncle was  wringing his hands and glancing nervously at the priests. Paphilos’ family was more composed, but a heavy sweat coated his mother, and she clenched her husband’s hand so tight that her knuckles were as white as her dress.
 
Centaur are rarely used as Player Character races due to the difficulties of a Centaur performing non-running feats of agility, but those players who do use them find that they are both quite powerful and also have the perk of not having to buy a mount. In fact, centaurs have been playable in most editions of the game, having appeared in: "Tall Tales of the Wee Folk" for Basic D&D; "[[Complete Book Series|The Complete Book of Humanoids]]" for Advanced D&D; and the [[Monster Manual]] 1, [[Races of X|Races of the Wild]], the [[Dragonlance]] campaign setting book, Races of [[Krynn]] and Races of [[Faerun]] splatbooks for 3rd edition. Absent in 4th edition, they made a return in the 2018 May issue of [[Unearthed Arcana]] for 5th edition before being made official in the Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica.
Everyone perked up at the sound of hoof beats, even the normally stoic priests looking quizzical. I hadn’t expected the bride and groom to arrive by horseback, this sort of thing was highly unusual, especially since I heard what sounded like a dozen animals. It was forbidden for a woman to ride a horse, so I questioned what the purpose of this part of the ceremony was. A nervous murmur went through the ring, Paphilos’ mother’s sweat becoming a heavy rain of perspiration as his father chewed on his fingernails. My aunt and uncle were just as confused, and they looked from each other to the priests in uncertainty. My own confusion was visible, and I craned my neck in the direction of the hoof beats, taking care not to break the circle of matrimony and ruin the ceremony.
 
===BD&D Stats===
A strange whooping accompanied the thunder of the horses, and the uncertainty among us turned to worry, even fear. The priests tried to keep us calm, but their own furrowed visages betrayed them. Why wasn’t anyone doing anything, I wondered. What was going on?
::Ability Score Minimums/Maximums: Requires 9 [[Strength]] and 5 [[Constitution]]. All other scores have a base minimum of 3. All scores have a maximum of 18.
::Prime Ability Requisite: Strength. A centaur PC gains +5% EXP if their Str is 13+, and +10% if their Str is 16+.
I got my answer as the first beast arrived. Though the lower two thirds of it were a muscled, chestnut stallion, it’s upper third was that of a wild, unkempt man. His hair was dirty and tangled, his face red and bestial. He stopped upon seeing the ring and trotted in place, watching our panicked reaction as the sacred ring broke and the families bolted from the bestial creature, the men trying their best to move the women and children somewhere safe. With a drunken whoop the horse-man reared back and galloped into the crowd, reaching down and scooping Paphilos’ mother up with one hand. The scene held me paralyzed, even as more and more of the monsters arrived. One, a massive black stallion with a beard almost as long as his tail, carried Rhoda under his arm and a bottle of wine in the other. My cousin’s once-gorgeous dress was in tatters, spun gold and white that would have stunned queens now just multicolored rags clinging to her womanly frame. She saw me with teary, bloodshot eyes that made me want to cry, her perfect wedding day spoiled and her very life now in peril. My cousin screamed, a hoarse, terrified yowl like I had never before heard from a woman, a screech that spoke of true, animal fear and desperation. This earned her a painful-sounding smack on the rear from the stallion, who hiccupped and trotted past us, cutting off escape routes and threatening to kick any who dared pass him by.
::Natural Armor Class: AC 8 at level -1, AC 7 from level 0.
::Centaurs can achieve 8th level in both the [[Shaman]] sub-class and the [[Wizard|Wokani/Wicca]] sub-class. To become a shaman requires Int 13+ and Wis 10+, whilst to become a wicca requires Int 13+ and Wis 13+. In both classes, progressing requires Int 15+ and Wis 13+. A centaur can choose to progress in both the Shaman and Wokani/Wicca class by way of the [[Multiclassing|dual-classing]] mechanic; stopping their advancing in one and beginning advancing in the other.
They must have numbered more than thirty, all well muscled wildmen from the waist up and wild stallions from the waist down, all red in the face from drink. They were faster than we were, and quickly formed a ring around us, trapping us in a net of stomping hooves, whooping yells and powerful equine legs.
::A centaur can strike with its hooves, inflicting 1d6 damage per hoof.
::A centaur wielding a lance can inflict double damage by charging, as if a mounted [[fighter]], but cannot use its hooves in the same round in which it does so.
“Centaurs,” screamed one of the priests, grabbing a blazing stick from the fire. “Centaurs! You are not welcome here, this is a place of the gods!”
::Centaurs require a special combination of human armor and horse barding to protect themselves.
::Centaurs may use magic items permitted to [[Fighter]]s.
He waved the stick in front of him as one of the herd approached, a straw-colored monster with dirt and other filth caked into his coat. The stallion scoffed at the holy man’s efforts at defense, and kicked him square in the chest with one of his dirty hooves. The priest was flung backwards into the sacred fire, spilling the coals into the panicked crowd that hung around it.
::Centaurs make Saving Throws as per a [[Fighter]] of the same level.
 
“Gods don’t want to protect you,” chuckled the centaur in a broken tongue, “seem fine letting us do what we please.” The half-horse kicked back and forth, making a great clamor and eliciting further shrieks from the guests.
Centaur Racial Level Advancement Table
   
::Level -1: -4,000 EXP, 2d8 Hit Dice
Everything up until now had been like a dream, a constant stream of perfect tranquility, now shattered by the centaur’s attack. I backed away from the tightening ring of violent beast men, nearly tripping over my dress as their whooping calls and drunken stomps drowned out our screams and wails. Where was Paphilos? What had they done to him?
::Level 0: 0 EXP, 4d8 Hit Dice
::Level 1: 4,000
I saw one of the monsters trampling my father, even as he valiantly tried to keep them away from his hysteric wife.
::Level 2: 12,000 EXP, 5d8 Hit Dice
   
::Level 3: 28,000 EXP, 6d8 Hit Dice
“Cybele!” I heard him cry, turning his pained and panic stricken face towards me. “Run Cybele!” His cries broke me from my terrified paralysis, though I could do nothing but watch in horror as the horse-man stamped its hooves down on my father.
::Level 4: 60,000 EXP
::Level 5: 124,000 EXP, 7d8 Hit Dice
I had to get away. All around me was a throng of panicked bodies, fleeing feet stepping on the hems of white dresses and robes and tearing them, hands shoving others out of their way. I turned from the closing ring and ran, immediately tripping over my own dress, the garment I had been so proud of betraying me. The ground rushed up to meet me, and smacked against my chest with a thump. Ringing filled my ears, and all I could see were the sandals of other guests as they fled and panicked en masse.
::Level 6: 250,000 EXP, 8d8 Hit Dice
::Level 7: 500,000 EXP
To say I was afraid was an understatement; I was panicking. My heart beat a thunderous drumbeat in my head and my breathing was rapid and erratic. In situations like these you noticed the weirdest things; I could taste the marble of the temple floor, the cypress seeds scattered around what was once a ring of matrimony, as well as the harsh smell of the spilt coals.
::Level 8: 800,000 EXP, 9d8 Hit Dice
::Level 9: 1,100,000 EXP, 10d8 Hit Dice
A pair of rough, strong hands gripped my waist, and I shrieked in fear. My nails dug into the temple floor, but it was worthless, and I was hoisted off the ground. I heard a loud whoop from behind me, and I shut my eyes, wishing that this was all a dream, that I could will this away.
::Level 10: 1,400,000 EXP, 10d8+2 Hit Dice
 
My prayers did nothing, as the centaur wrapped it’s muscled hands around my waist. I was facing away from it, but I could feel the warmth of it’s massive body against my back, smell the musk, hay and sweat on it, the bits of dirt and filth that caked it‘s coat.
Subsequent levels cost +300,000 EXP and grant +2 HP.
 
“Help! Please somebody help!” I shouted, but my cries were lost in the din. My feet kicked ineffectively as the centaur reared back and kicked its front legs out, smacking one of my family members in the side of his head. Before I could utter another word (though numerous screams did escape my throat), the half-beast turned around and trotted away from the melee in the temple, carrying me in it’s muscled grip. I yelled. The helplessness and fear overwhelmed me, and I yelled at the top of my lungs, not thinking it would do anything, but needing to do something. I shut my eyes and screamed until my throat was raw and I could scream no more, but all that did was hurt my throat.
===AD&D Stats===
::Ability Score Minimum/Maximum: Strength 11/18, Dexterity 3/16, Constitution 11/18, Intelligence 3/16, Wisdom 4/18, Charisma 3/18
What had I done wrong? How had I offended the gods to make them do this to me? Was it my lust for Paphilos? Punishment for losing my virginity before marriage? I looked back on last night’s masturbation with terrible guilt; I was sure that shameful, impure action had summoned these beasts, that the raid on Rhoda’s wedding was all my fault.
::Ability Score Adjustments: +1 Constitution, +1 Wisdom, -2 Dexterity
::Class & Level Limits: [[Fighter]] 12, [[Ranger]] 10, [[Mage]] 12, [[Druid]] 14, [[Shaman]] 7, [[Bard]] 12
When this realization dawned on me my kicking and screaming subsided. I deserved what would come to me, had I only restrained myself and remained stoic none of this would have come to pass. I cracked open my teary red eyes, my vision blurry and indistinct. In the scant minutes since my abduction the centaur had traveled far, and I didn’t recognize my location. We were in a forest, or what had once been one, but it had since been decimated by fire and most of the trees were reduced to grey husks. The monster whooped and threw me to the ground, ash and dust from the forest floor rising in a cloud around me.
::+4 hit points at 1st level
:::Available [[Kits]]: Tribal Defender, Pit Fighter, Sellsword, Wild Protector, Hedge Wizard, Humanoid Scholar, Outlaw Mage, Shaman, Oracle, Wandering Mystic, Humanoid Bard (mandatory for Centaur Bards)
It was the first time I could get a good look at the centaur. It was bay in color, with dark, almost black coloration around it’s hooves. At the waist his bestial half jarringly turned to dirty, thick skin that reminded me of the farmers and slaves I had seen on my uncle’s estate. It’s abdomen was incredibly muscled, and a inverted triangle of curly chest hairs covered his pectorals. A shaggy, curly beard that was all but indistinguishable from his hair decorated a squashed face with a round nose, and his cheeks were bright red from drink. It was naked and unadorned save for a few rope bracelets worn on his arms and black beads woven into his tail.
:::[[Multiclassing]] Options: Fighter/Mage, Fighter/Thief, Ranger/Shaman
:::Thieving Skill Adjustments: -10% Move Silently, -5% to Hide in Shadows and Read Languages
“No!” I screamed, holding up my hands defensively. “I’ve don’t nothing wrong, please leave me alone!”
::Natural Armor Class: 5
::Can make 3 melee attacks per round; once with weapon, twice with a forehoof (hooves do 1d6 damage).
The centaur trotted up into my face, the bottom of it’s front torso coming face to face with me. I heard him chuckle from above me, and his hooves stamped dangerously close to my feet.
::Centaurs armed with lances can Charge for double damage, but cannot attack with their hooves in that same round.
::Centaurs take damage as Large creatures.
“See that stump?” It grumbled, pointing a calloused hand at an ashy grey lump of tree-corpse.
::Centaurs have difficulty negotiating underground settings.
::Weapon Proficiencies: Composite Long Bow, Medium Horse Lance, Great Club
“Put yer hands on it. Don try an run, im faster en ya.
::Nonweapon Proficiencies: Animal Lore, Agriculture, Animal Noise, Armorer, Artistic Ability, Bowyer/Fletcher, Brewing, Drinking, Eating, Fishing, Hunting, Leatherworking, Natural Fighting, Running, Set Snares, Survival (Forests), Tracking, Weaving, Winemaking
 
When I proved uncooperative, remaining still and sobbing to myself, it stamped harder, enough that I could feel the impact through the ground.
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“Put yer hands onna stump. Do it or ill hurt ya, and ya don’t want that.
===3e D&D Stats===
Amazingly, despite appearing in multiple different splatbooks for both 3.0 and 3.5, the Centaur maintained a singular set of stats across all of them.
Still sniffling and sobbing I complied, gripping the top of the ashen log and peering over my shoulder as the beast undid one of his rope braclets and trotted up behind me.
 
::+8 Strength, +4 Dexterity, +4 Constitution, –2 Intelligence, +2 Wisdom.
“’S’ yer name?” It grunted as it looked me over, its eyes lingering on my rear and my bust. Satisfied, he wrapped the lengths of rope around my wrists, tying me to the ashy stump.
::Large size: –1 penalty to Armor Class, –1 penalty on attack rolls, –4 penalty on Hide checks, +4 bonus on grapple checks, lifting and carrying limits double those of Medium characters.
::Space/Reach: 10 feet/5 feet.
“Cybele,” I whined, not daring to look the monster in the face. “My name’s Cybele. Please let me go, I wont say a thing about this, ill never touch myself again I promise!”
::A centaur’s base land speed is 50 feet.
::Darkvision out to 60 feet.
“Touch yerself?” The centaur chuckled, his carmine face growing even redder when I spoke of my masturbation. “You a whore Cybele?”
::Racial Hit Dice: A centaur begins with four levels of monstrous humanoid, which provide 4d8 Hit Dice; a base attack bonus of +4; and base saving throw bonuses of Fort +1, Ref +4, and Will +4.
::Racial Skills: A centaur’s monstrous humanoid levels give him skill points equal to 7 × (2 + Int modifier). His class skills are Listen, Move Silently, Spot, and Survival.
“No, no I’m not a whore, I just-”
::Racial Feats: A centaur’s monstrous humanoid levels give him two feats.
::+3 natural armor bonus.
“If yer not a whore,” he interrupted, “watchya’ touchin yerself for? You thinking about cocks? That makes ya a whore.
::Automatic Languages: Sylvan, Elven. Bonus Languages: Common, Gnome, Halfling.
::Favored Class: Ranger. Centaur rangers often choose magical beasts or some variety of humanoid as their favored enemy.
“No, no that’s not it. I’ve only had sex once, honest, please don’t hurt me.”
::Level adjustment +2.
 
“Ain’t even a virgin? Jus’ my luck. At least I’ll be able to fit more inside ya.”
===Pathfinder===
Like virtually all OGL monsters, the only changes to centaur in [[Pathfinder]] were system wide changes (Monstrous Humanoid HD is now D10 and 4 + int skill points).
“Wait, what do you mean by-”
 
Advanced Race Guide gave a [https://www.d20pfsrd.com/races/other-races/more-races/monstrous-races-21-30-rp/centaur/ centaur as an example of its race creation system]. Since they decided to keep the absurdly high stat adjustments it's power level is, by the book's own admission, unusable by player characters in normal campaign.
I was cut off as the centaur gripped the hem of my dress and tore up, a huge vertical seam shooting up the garment. It ripped over my back, falling to my sides  and arms, pooling around my feet in a heap of once-pristine white. My breasts fell free, and the centaur chuckled to himself as he ogled them. The beast couldn’t reach my dangling bosom, but that didn’t stop the feeling of shame as blush turned my face as red as the drunk monster’s.
 
Dreamscarred Press included Centaur as one of the monster classes they published. It's pretty much just 4 levels that give you all the stuff in the 3.5 example (except the level adjustment) with the PF RHD changes.
“Nice pair ya got Cybele, y’ touch those too?”
 
===5e D&D Stats===
I sobbed, the pressure of the situation weighing down on me. I had just lost control; I was immobile, naked and weak. There was nothing I could do to resist, to stop whatever the monster wanted to do. All I could do was shut my eyes and pray against hope that this would end.
How to pull off a 5e centaur PC race was something that was debated on /tg/ ievery now and then; how should you handle the size issue? What effects should having a horse for legs have on getting around? Well, WoTC came up with surprisingly elegant solutions when they debuted a centaur in the [[Unearthed Arcana]] for May 2018. They even took the time to address the most unbalancing aspect of being a centaur in 3e, which was that your racial type not being standard Humanoid made you immune to a lot of common spells, a somewhat flawed design idea that was brought back for 5e.
 
“’S’ not real important if you do, but I wants an answer.” The centaur reached down and smacked my exposed rear, causing me to yelp with surprise and pain. “What else you do when yer thinking about big, hot dicks? You suck yer thumb like itsa dick?” He punctuated his question with another smack on my other cheek.
Unfortunately, because the design team persistently overvalues both natural weapons and Powerful Build, they're also a bit... blandNot bad, per se, but uninspired.  And because no positive effects target monstrosities but not humanoids, it's strictly a bad thing, though even ''that'' will barely come up, they don't even count as mounted for feats or the Cavalier archetype. That said, because of the ability to inflict what's effectively a crit on demand the amount of damage they can do, in theory, on a charge is almost stupidly high. At level one with 17 strength, with an average roll of 7 of a 2d6 weapon and +3 mod becomes 20 damage, enough to one shot a lot of things at level one or 1/6 of an ogre and an ''actual'' crit stacks with this to become out-and-out devastating. In an ideal situation of +5 mod, 12 damage,+5 magic bonus and a crit: your looking at '''88''' damage. While that is strictly speaking unlikely, there are rerolls for all those rolls, (champion crit extension, and great weapon fighting style rerolls of 1's and 2's) so it is far from impossible. All in all: Centaurs may be a one tricky pony, but it can be one hell of a trick.
 
“No,” I whimpered through clenched teeth, my eyes cinched shut so tight it hurt. “No I just-I just put my fingers inside me and-and hump them a little. Please, please just let me go. Do you want something? Money? Wine? My family has those, I could get you some if you just please let me go.”
::Abilities: +2 Strength, +1 Wisdom
::Size: Medium
“Already got the wine. What’l I spend the money on? More wine? Nah, you got erry thing I want right here!” Her hit me again, this time gripping my pale ass cheeks between hs thick, strong fingers. Grabbing the front of my other foreleg he hoisted me into the air, my tethered hands serving as a fulcrum. My crotch was raised almost to his head’s height, while my head remained pressed against stump.
::Speed: 40 feet
::Vision: Normal
I couldn’t see above the centaur’s navel, but I felt his hot, wet breath against my sex, his coarse fingers roaming my inner leg and thigh. I gritted my teeth as he continued, his breath growing hotter and stronger as his face neared my sex. The centaur spat on my opening, gooey saliva dripping through my outer petals. My lower body quivered in response, my legs quivering in time with his steamy breaths.
::Charge: You can make a charge attack by moving at least 20 feet towards a target and then hitting it with a melee attack in the same turn. If you hit with this charge attack, roll your weapon's damage dice twice and add the results together to determine how much damage you have inflicted. Once you have made a charge attack, you must complete a short rest or a long rest before you can make one again.
::Hooves: You possess hooves, which are a natural weapon that you have proficiency in. A hoof attack inflicts 1d6 + Str modifier Bludgeoning damage.
“No,” I moaned, willing that this torment would stop. The centaur positioned himself so my calves were resting on his shoulders, his hands holding my shins to keep me from kicking free as he buried his face in my crotch. I wanted to die when I felt his mouth touch my lower lips, wanted to disappear forever just to get away from the shame, the gross, crippling shame. While this morning I feared what my father would do should he find out I had lain with another and touched myself, now I feared what the whole world would do should I return from this, naked and battered.
::Equine Build: You count as one size category larger to determine your capacity to carry, push and drag. However, when climbing, each foot of movement costs you +4 extra movement instead of the normal +1 foot. You can allow a creature of Medium or smaller size to ride on your back, but you still act independently when you have a rider.
::Survivor: You have Proficiency in the Survival skill.
The centaur’s tongue left his lips and entered mine, forcing its way between my folds and into the inside of my sex. I whined as the shaking in my legs continued and the blood rushed to my head, sensation in my twitching feet and quivering shins becoming faint and prickly. My heart thundered in my head as he sloppily lapped at my opening, throatily spitting on it whenever he withdrew for air. Another wave of crippling guilt and self loathing washed over me, causing me to bite down on my tongue and furrow my face as my head rolled side to side. I was getting hot. I was sure the beast could taste bits of my own lubrication as he ate me out, and his oral attentions were causing my sex to grow excited and ready.
::Hybrid Nature: You count as being both a Humanoid and a Monstrosity in terms of Creature Type, and thus can be affected by any game effect that specifically targets either of your types.
 
“Jus’ yer fingers? Like this?” I opened my eyes wide and gasped as I felt two of his dirty digits press their way inside. I tried to force them out, to make the process as uncomfortable for him as possible, but that only made it hurt more. He spread my legs out wide, so that he could press deeper, and curved his fingers upwards. The tips of his fingers probed at a part of my sex I could never reach, his knuckles attacking another spot that sent shivers through my whole body. I wanted to die. I wanted to curl up and let life vacate my body. I was growing aroused, a shameful heat growing inside me, spurred on by the beast’s fingers. My teeth ground together as my toes twitched in time with his motions, more and more wetness lining the insides of my sex. I didn’t want to enjoy this, I didn’t want the centaur to make me feel hot and excited. Perhaps this was another part of my punishment, another layer of torment I had earned, something to teach me not to pleasure myself again.
They made a surprise reappearance in the Guildmaster's Guide to [[Ravnica]], acquiring an official writeup that was similar to, yet different from, the version presented in [[Unearthed Arcana]]:
 
With another crude waggle of his fingers, the centaur dragged it’s digits out of me, millimeter by millimeter leaving my wet hole. A needy moan involuntarily escaped my lips as my traitorous body longed for more.
::Ability Scores: Str +2; Wis +1
::Size: Medium
“’S’ about as ready as yer gonna get,” said the centaur, lowering my quivering legs onto the ground. My lower body had fallen asleep, and I feel to my knees as sensation rushed back, making the awful pleasure I was feeling in my loins all the more noticeable.
::Speed: 40 ft.
::Age. Centaurs mature and age at about the same rate as humans.
As feelings of guilt, self-loathing and shameful pleasure fought inside my mind, my mouth fell open and hot, animalistic pants from deep in my chest came out, my naked form rising and falling in time. The centaur moved so it’s forelegs were in front of it’s shoulders, it’s human torso looking over his side to glare at me. His beard was dripping with juices-my juices-and his gaze lusty and possessive.
::Alignment. Centaurs are inclined toward neutrality. Those who join the Selesnya are more often neutral good, while those who join the Gruul are typically chaotic neutral.
::Size. Centaurs stand between 6 and 7 feet tall, with their equine bodies reaching about 4 feet at the withers. Your size is Medium.
I yelped as I felt something hot and muscular against my backside, something long and thick that I dared not wonder as to its identity. This couldn’t happen. Worry and fear played upon my face, to the centaur’s obvious delight.
::Fey. Your creature type is fey, rather than humanoid.
::Charge. If you move at least 30 feet straight toward a target and then hit it with a melee weapon attack on the same turn, you can immediately follow that attack with a bonus action, making one attack against the target with your hooves.
“Better t’ jus bite yer lip ‘n enjoy it Cybele. Yer halfway there anyways.”
::Hooves. Your hooves are natural melee weapons, which you can use to make unarmed strikes. If you hit with them, you deal bludgeoning damage equal to 1d4 + your Strength modifier, instead of the bludgeoning damage normal for an unarmed strike.
::Equine Build. You count as one size larger when determining your carrying capacity and the weight you can push or drag. In addition, any climb that requires hands and feet is especially difficult for you because of your equine legs. When you make such a climb, each foot of movement costs you 4 extra feet, instead of the normal 1 extra foot.
“No, no I’m not!” I whined, not daring to look the monster in it’s fluid-drenched face. “I just want to go home! Why are you doing this?”
::Survivor. You have proficiency in one of the following skills of your choice: Animal Handling, Medicine, Nature, or Survival.
::Languages. You can speak, read, and write Common and Sylvan. Sylvan is widely spoken in the Selesnya Conclave, for it is rich in vocabulary to describe natural phenomena and spiritual forces.
“’Cause I like yer pretty face and yer pretty little hole, an’ I take what I want.” The beast-man’s words were harsh and aggressive, and further deepened the guilt and terror I was feeling.
 
You will note that this version of the centaur is far weaker. Charge is now basically pathetic and only grants you an additional 1d4 on a hit, even if it's no longer a short rest ability.
The hot spike behind me moved up and down my back as the centaur rocked it’s hips, the monster’s meat rubbing against my spine. Gooseflesh prickled along its’ path, heavy, needy sighs showing my aroused state. “No,” I whined as the rod of meat’s tip poked between my shoulder blades, its entire massive length resting against me. Two heavy globes of flesh pressed against my drenched, aching sex, causing me to cry out in unwanted need. Slowly, but with building speed, he began to retract and thrust his hips forward, rubbing that unnamable organ up and down my back, his balls smacking against my rear with each thrust. I gasped each time that burning hot sack impacted against me, my sensitive loins sending waves of burning pleasure through my body with each smack. The centaur’s massive organ ran up and down me, growing firmer and hotter each time, beads of precum beginning to leak from it’s tip and form a line of sticky warmth up by back. Gods I shouldn’t have been turned on, shouldn’t have let his actions get to me, but here I was, bent over and naked, covered in a beast’s fluids and dripping my own, my whole body on fire with sensation. This far surpassed my previous experience, my partner hadn’t managed to make me this hot, this desperate. It hurt to think about it, but it was true. As the precum-dripping member rubbed against me, growing harder and hotter, all I could think about was how much I wanted release, how badly I craved it. The feelings of pleasure were overwhelming my guilt, my whole body growing flush with arousal as waves of wet, sticky heat emanated from the centaur’s rod.
 
If the canon 5e centaur stats don't tickle your fancy, you could always try out the ones from the [[Midgard]] Heroes Handbook, which present their own take on the concept.
The centaur pulled back, his organ dragging itself off of my back, it’s flared head lingering between my butt cheeks and causing me to whine with need. I heard the monster reposition it’s hind legs, and the human body above me sucked in it’s gut. I knew what was coming. It was going inside of me, and there was nothing I could do about it. No amount of whining or crying or wishing or praying would stop that hot, thick rod from driving into me and splitting me wide open. No matter how much I hoped I could end this torment, it was going to happen.
::Ability Score Increase: +2 Strength, +1 Wisdom
::Size: Large - but see Humanoid Torso
When I felt the flat tip of the centaur’s member press between my legs I whined in a combination of fear and anxious want. It was massive, almost the length of my arm, there was no way it would all go in, not without hurting me, tearing me up. But it pressed forwards, spreading my drenched walls to their limit, mere centimeters of it causing sharp bolts of pain to course through my body, accompanying the profane pleasure it brought me. He withdrew, then thrust forward again, this time more forceful. I shrieked, my eyes bulging wide as raw animalistic sensation overwhelmed me; pleasure, pain, fear, loathing, hatred and guilt forming a concoction of conflicting feelings that tore at my mind. I was being overwhelmed, driven to the edge as the centaur forced more and more of his enormous tool inside me. Our combined juices dribbled down my legs, forming a messy puddle beneath my feet as I moaned in agony and ecstasy.
::Speed: 40 feet
::Type: Monstrosity
I could feel it stretching me, tearing me, each painful inch forcing its way into my body. It hurt. It hurt badly. But that was one sensation among so many competing, conflicting ones it was almost lost to me. The smell of his animal musk, of my own juices, the feeling of his coarse, dirty hair on my back, the awful feeling of fullness, all battered me with their intensity. The feeling of his weight above me was something I couldn’t help but be aroused by, and I could see every muscle working under his skin, every limb rippling with power. Almost eight inches of his enormous rod had lodged itself inside me, my gaping, quivering sex convulsing and clenching at the hot spar of meat. Then it happened. Without warning, the heat overwhelmed me, my every nerve screaming unison. I came. I came hard, my abused entrance clamping down on the animalistic organ, drops of my own cum leaking out of the sides of my sex.
::Natural Attacks: You can make a single attack with your hooves, which you are considered Proficient in and which deal 2d6 Bludgeoning damage.
::Centaur Weapon Training: You have Proficiency with the Pike and the Longbow.
“You got a greedy little hole Cybele,” said the mocking beast above me as I panted like a dog, my tongue lolling out of my mouth and dripping saliva. I couldn’t respond, only groan in agonized pleasure. My afterglow was short lived, as the centaur picked up it’s pace, rapidly forcing its member in and out and back again, stretching my abused hole even further. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what had just happened. I had orgasmed from my rape, came on a horse’s engorged member. I was beyond helping, beyond forgiveness for what I’d done. This was my fault, my punishment, and it had torn me down to nothing more than a horny beast with no shame or decency. And even worse; I was enjoying it. I didn’t want to, I resisted all I could, but still my body found some perverse pleasure from this union. And I already could feel another one coming, another shameful, traitorous orgasm that would rock me to the core.
::Pike Charge: If you move at least 30 feet straight toward a target it and then hit it with a Pike attack on the same turn, the target takes an extra 3 (1d6) piercing damage, which increases to 6 (2d6) at level 6 and 9 (3d6) at level 11. You can only make one Pike Charge per turn, and can only make a number of Pike Charges per day eqal to your Constitution modifier (minimum of 1). You recover all uses of this ability when you complete a Long Rest.
::Humanoid Torso: Though you take up space as if you were a Large creature, you are still considered a Medium creature for purposes of weapons and armor.
Before I had wanted to die. Now I wished I had never existed, so that my family could be spared the shame of having ever known me. More and more of the centaur’s length entered my gaping slit, the impacts form its thrusts rocking my body and pressing me against the stump I was tied to. Though the pain was still there, it was less apparent, and I began to moan and gasp in time to the lusty beast’s thrusts, my hips moving in time to accommodate more and more of that burning hot spar.
::Quadruped: You have Disadvantage on Stealth checks and also suffer problems when dealing with architecture designed for humanoids, such as ladders and manholes.
::Self-Sufficient: You have Proficiency in the Medicine skill.
I could still feel it stretching me, it still hurt, it hurt so good though. The pain and pleasure were becoming indistinguishable, just one powerful feeling that made my nethers burn every time the centaur thrust into me. The beast stamped its feat as it tried to cram more of his length inside. I felt as though I was at my limit, that any more wouldn’t be able to fit. The centaur didn’t care for that though, my safety the least of his concerns, and he rammed his rod forward again and again even as I screamed my lungs out. Somehow, he managed to wedge more of himself in me, almost half of his bestial length buried in my sopping hole. I heard the monster grunt, his whole body tensing as he rocked his lubricant-slick meat in and out of me. I felt his length twitch, and before I knew it a torrent of blazing hot cum shot forth, splattering my insides and making me groan in unwanted pleasure. There was no way I could hold it all in, and I could already feel some of it leaking from my stretched entrance. The sensation was too much, and I convulsed violently, biting down on my lip so hard it drew blood. As shameful, as awful as it was, I had another orgasm, my whole body shaking and writhing from the sensation of being filled to the brim and then some.
 
==[[Warhammer Fantasy]]==
The beast man kept his length stuck in me for some time, even after he came and his organ lost its hardness. When he eventually pulled out, a torrent of excess cum poured from my quivering, battered loins. I feared I would become pregnant, that I would be saddled with this beast’s child and forever doomed to die unmarried, for who would want the mother of a beast? I shook in fear when I imagined birthing a foal, one with my own blonde hair and this monster’s equine body. I could only pray that the gods did not want my punishment to go that far.
The closest example fantasy has for Centaur are Centigors. A type of [[Beastmen]] whose upper part is that of a Gor (humanoid goat), and the standard lower horse part. Centigors are the Beastmens primary cavalry unit, they are good as shock troops and charging into the fray at lighting speed. Now if only their stats match their lore.
 
“Ya ain’t a bad lay Cybele,” muttered the centuar as it clumsily stepped off of me, the sudden vanishing of his body heat making me feel cold. “I’ll see if I cant keep ya, rest of the herd might wanna piece of ya too.”
If that's not enough then things get bigger with Dragon Ogres, because regular centaur isn't awesome enough. Dragon Ogres have the upper part of an Ogre and their lower parts are four dragon-like legs. These Ogres made a pact with the Chaos Gods that they would serve them, in exchange for immortality (at the cost of having no female Dragon Ogres to fuck, or possibly having females but all being sterile; it's hard to say from the fluff). They are one of the oldest creatures in the Old World, and are supercharged when struck by lightning. The oldest and largest Dragon Ogres are Shaggoths.
 
My heart fell. If he meant what I thought he did, than the gods wished me a fate worse than death. On the other hand, would returning to my family, or what was left of them, prove any better?
In between those two are the Bull Centaur, which are half Chaos Dwarf and half bull, which are the result of worshiping of Hashut, the bull Chaos God. They are big, mean, muscular, have horns on their heads and curly beards like the rest of the Chaos Dwarfs.
 
“No,” I whined, not daring to look at him, not daring to acknowledge how good my cum-dripping sex felt after he used me. “No you don’t have to do this.”
==[[Warhammer 40K]]==
Though the Centaur in and of itself hasn't been discovered as of yet in the dark millennium (it is perfectly possible that they exist somewhere in the galaxy, mind you - there is [[Abhuman|''weirder'' shit]] out there), the [[Interex]] had a heavy infantry platform which had the shape and appearance of the Centaurs of myth. The human soldier was fit into the front of a mechanical, horselike body (where the head would've been on a real horse), so only the upper body was visible. They even went so far as giving the soldiers laser-crossbows.
“’S’ not about have to, its about want to. And I know you want more ‘a my prick, don’t lie to yerself.”
 
Though most would argue that this was freaking [[awesome]], they were exterminated by the Imperium, and as far as we know, the Mechanicum haven't kept anything from the [[Interex]]... But who knows, maybe the next Imperial Guard Supplement will include cyborg horse-human hybrids (of course you can make these anyway and just proxy them as rough riders on the table top). You can't know with [[Games Workshop|GW]] these days.
I gulped. Was this to be how I spent the rest of my life? A centaur’s mare, its personal rutting and breeding slave? To be fucked and stretched and fucked again ad infinitum, raped over and over again?
 
A centaur body is one of the common Chaos mutations, though given the nature of Chaos you may end up with a snake tail, a giant bloodhound body, or a fucking spider torso instead of your legs, and that's if you get lucky - some poor Nurglite sod may get a snail or maggot body instead of his legs, or even a twisted mess of tentacles that have the mind of their own and immediately start raping all asses in proximity, including their own.
The beast undid my bonds then retied them, making another knot around my waists and roughly tossing me onto his back. It seemed there was nothing I could do to avoid my fate, and as the centaur galloped away, me bouncing painfully on its back as cum dripped from my sex, I resigned myself to weather it as best I could. If I were to be this beast’s bride, I would serve my husband as best I could.
 
Additionally, an [[Imperial Guard]] short story (''Children of the Emperor'') from the [[Into the Maelstrom]] anthology features a guardsman stranded on a lost, feral world with super-high gravity, populated by [[abhuman]]s whose ancestors gave themselves centaur bodies and super-enhanced muscles to cope with high gravity and abundance of deadly predators. He gets involved with a struggle between the Emperor-worshipping locals and a [[Khorne|Khornate]] heresy, but the best he can do is to report to the Imperium when he escapes that the planet is feral, too dangerous & resource poor to colonize, and houses only some unimportant alien species, thus preventing the loyalists from being slaughtered as [[mutant]]s by more Puritanical Imperials.
 
Also we have the [[Zoats]], a now-abandoned race of reptilian taurs that were originally envoys and propagandists for the Tyranids, before they fully embraced the Horde of Alien Locusts thing.
 
==[[Warcraft]]==
Warcraft features many types of Centaur as well as centaur-like creatures. The earliest Centaur are descendants to the demigod Cenarius (half-Night elf half Stag), his sons are called Keepers of the grove, they have the upper part of a night elf with antlers on their heads, one of their hands is wood like, and they have the lower parts of a stag. The female versions of them are Dryads who are female night elf and half doe.  
 
They also have regular Centaurs who are a bastard race born from a Keeper of the grove and (the rather ugly) spirit of Earth, they thank their father for creating them by killing him. They have the traditional Centaur look, with a nomadic Mongol-like culture mostly built on harassing the cow-like Tauren.
 
The Burning Legion has Annihilan which are massive demons that have an upper part of a demon and a lower part of a four legged dragon. They serve as among the Legions commanders and wield enormous weapons that can smash armies in one swing.
 
==Centaur [[Monstergirls]]==
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Centaurs invite ceaseless argument over whether they count as [[monstergirls]] or as [[furry]]. On the one hand, they do have human-like heads and not muzzles (though Japanese hentai seems to like portraying them with horse ears instead of human ears, and this has become more common in western art too). On the other hand, they have horse-junk at their business end (except, again, for some Japanese hentai, where they have human pussies at the front of their horse bodies instead or in addition to mare-cunts at their ass-end), which makes them in many ways ''more'' like bestiality than regular furries.
 
Not helping things is that both sides of the divide have embraced them. In fact, centaurs are so popular that the idea of replacing the horse with other critters that sound cool or sexy is rather popular; lions, wolves, tigers, [[drider|spiders]]... heck, [[lamia]]s can be described as "centaurs that are half-snake instead of half-horse". The idea is so popular that a whole new word (arguably descended from the furries), "tauric", has popped up as a shorthand for it.
 
[[/d/]] alternatively loves them (because they're an excuse for pictures of huge buff guys with huge horse cocks, [[monstergirls]] with huge-ass tits, or monstergirls [[dickgirl|with huge-ass tits AND huge horse cocks]]) and loathes them (because of the aforementioned furry/bestiality connotations).
 
Surprisingly, despite the fact that centaurs are iconic creatures from western "Classical Mythology", the vast majority of centaur MG depictions have come from Japan. This may be because, unlike westerners, Japanese smutfans don't really make so much of a distinction between [[furry]] and [[monstergirl]], and so they don't get bothered by the whole "you're fucking a horse's hiney" thing since they pass the [[Harkness Test]].
 
Perhaps because of the strong association between the cavalry and the [[samurai]] caste - or because Japanese dig soft, sweet chicks to an almost disturbing degree - almost all known Japanese centaur MGs have been tsunderes or yamato nadeshikos, i.e. either sweet-girls who act like bitches because they don't wanna admit their feelings, or very sweet and demure girls with a steely core. A more mythology-accurate centaur MG would be a total ladette - a she-jock who loves to fight, hunt, drink and fuck like there's no tomorrow and aggressively chases after good-looking guys. Sort of a bro with the body of a super-model who's fine with letting you grope her titties and cunt (wherever it is), or kills you on a whim.
 
Additionally there are several factors of horse anatomy one should keep in mind when discussing sex with centaurs:
*The above-discussed reason why horses don't need to wipe their asses after taking a dump would doubtlessly affect anal sex in some way, for better or worse.
*Giving Centaurs rear horse junk would be likely to complicate masturbation.
*Given the thing male horses are so infamous for worldwide, a centauress(?) that has horse junk would be likely to find human men ''quite'' underwhelming.  
*On that note, getting any meaningful length of a horse penis inside a human frequently kills real-life zoophiles due to organ rupture, and deepthroat would probably require you to dislocate your jaw and find some acid-proof horse condoms.
*Like with [[minotaur|minotaurs]], there's also the issue of whether a centauress would have human boobs or a horse udder when you think about it. There are many more lulzy ways to interpret this than the minotaur offers, however, such as centaur women with two perfectly human and hairless boobs dangling from the fucking ''horse'' torso like a ballsack (you could even nickname these body parts the breasticles or chesticles).
 
===[[Monster Girl Encyclopedia]]===
[[File:MGE Centaur.jpg|thumb|250px|right|There may be a reason why the MGE centaur looks like a half-horse half-[[elf]]...]]
In the [[Monster Girl Encyclopedia]], centaurs are a race of tsundere nomadic archers. They do still love booze, though, and have a tendency to lose control and become horny drunks who'll rape men... of course, being tsunderes, they'll bitch at the ''men'' to "take responsibility" after they sober up, which is as tired a cliche in hentai as "OMG it's so big" is in western porn. For many years, constant arguments frequently sprung up about where the genitals are. The author decided to split the difference by decreeing they have two sets of genitals, one on each end. All this served to do was re-draw the battle lines so as to be fought over whether this succeeded in solving the problem or is the stupidest thing in the history of ever.
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===[[Life With Monstergirls]]===
Centaur have a long and noble history as knights and paladins, and most of their race still carry themselves with dignity. Female Centaur often adopt knightly demeanor and customs. Their females are only fertile during certain periods of the year (like real horses), and must use this time to produce offspring. Their sex drive is greatly reduced (although not non-existent) outside of this period, which also like with real horses is called estrus.
Centaurs have long had a history where the sexually selected traits for males were general raw strength and bravado. This unfortunately resulted in most modern Centaur men being unattractive fratboys. Recently, their culture is shifting towards effeminate and polite men being attractive, and this means that Centaur women are beginning to more and more desire human men. The product of a human/Centaur union is a full-blooded Centaur (no word on the results of a horse-centaur union), but the practice is still highly taboo. Instead Centaurs have been relying on human men as "teasers", a role that yet still exists in real life horse breeding (although in real life the role is thankfully filled by other horses). The human man more or less arouses a female who is in estrus until she can bear to reproduce with her husband.
 
==See Also==
*[[Dungeons & Dragons 3rd Edition races]]
 
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Female Centaurs: attractive but anatomically frustrating

The Centaurs are a race of mythical creatures from Greek mythology, best known for being a literal mix of man and horse - they have a human's upper torso (that is, the body from the top of the hips up to the top of the head) replacing the head. They're also noted for being horny bastards and massive drunks. Centaurs were one of the less important monsters of their myths, with only a handful of references. Even so, they did get a constellation, and appear in various fantasy settings throughout the world now.

Who were they?

In their creation myth, the centaurs were descended from a mythical culture called the Lapiths, via their douchebag king Ixion. In short, Ixion was an asshole who murdered his father-in-law by burning the dude alive - a huge no-no for the Greeks. Somehow, Zeus decided to be a super-chill guy, and not only forgave Ixion, but actually brought the asshole to Olympus to have dinner with the gods. Did Ixion realize just how lucky he was? Nope; asshole started eyeing Zeus's wife/sister, Hera. Zeus got suspicious, so he made a double for Hera out of clouds, called Nephele, and had her take Hera's place serving Ixion some dinner. Ixion promptly attacked and raped Nephele, for which Zeus smote his ass with a lightning bolt, then tied his spirit to a burning wheel and sent it spinning endlessly through the "sky" of Tartarus. Nephele got pregnant and her kids were fucking half-horse somehow.

Ironically, one of the Centaur myths describes their interactions with the Lapiths. The Lapiths invited the Centaurs to one of their weddings, and then things went haywire very, very fast. Though the Centaurs had been benevolent beforehand, the copious amounts of wine being served got them all drunk, which meant they turned on a plate during the wedding, trying to rape the women and kill the men of the Lapiths. This ended up as one huge brawl, ending with a Lapith victory. This was the Greek way of saying "Hey, nature? You suck.".

Chiron, a great healer and teacher of heroes in Greek myth, was a rare case of a friendly centaur. The constellation Sagittarius is rendered in Chiron's image. Consequently, the prefix "sagittar-" is commonly used to denote centaurs, blissfully ignorant of the fact that "sagittarius" translates to "archer" (Chiron's favorite way of killing shit) in Latin, not "centaur".

A centaur by the name of Nessus was also responsible for slaying Hercules (or, to give him his original Greek name, Heracles). Nessus tried to kidnap Hercules' wife Megara to rape her at his leisure, and Hercules shot him with one of his poisoned arrows for it. As he was dying, he told Hercules' wife to secretly soak a cloak in his blood, promising that if Hercules' eye started to wander, all she'd have to do is make him wear it and he'd fall back in love with her. She believed him, but the gory cape was actually poisonous and drove Hercules so mad with pain. In one version it caused him to kill her and their children then awaken and see what he'd done causing him go on another adventure to atone for it; in another, he simply burned himself alive on a funeral pyre to find relief.

If you want to know about the real world origin of the Centaur, well, consider where Greece is. Go too much farther north and your hit the Ukrainian and Russian Steppe, where the horse was first domesticated and where nomadic tribesmen practically learned to ride before they could walk. It's believed that the early Greeks saw either early horsemen or the first horsemen at a distance and could not understand that they were looking at a human ON an animal (a distinction that the Spanish report the Aztec had trouble grasping), and instead saw a horse with the top half of a man. And thus the Centaurs were born.

Biology

Centaurs are a fascinating example of a complete can of worms when looked at from a scientific standpoint, mainly because the way the Centaur is structured consists of two torsos (removing the horse torso would make it a Satyr, removing the human torso would make it a horse-themed Sphinx).

In theory, a centaur has two different sets of ribcages. Depending on how the setting has the internal anatomy work, a centaur could have two pairs of lungs, two hearts, an extra stomach and possible extra intestine leading to the horse stomachs, two livers, two sets of kidneys, and most anatomy exclusive to both dedicated carnivores and to dedicated herbivores. If this version of Centaur actually existed, it would possibly be the most unspecialized and energy-efficient diet in the setting. More often however, the human half is explained to have large lungs and a large heart while the rest of the anatomy is contained within the horse half. This presents the problem of having a ridiculously long esophagus which has an elevated risk of choking while the Heimlich Maneuver would have greatly reduced ability to save the Centaur's life, although as long as food manages to make it past the human half the rest of the esophagus would not require more than a drink of water to alleviate discomfort.

They do not need to wipe their own asses, because their horse anus wipes itself through layers of sphincters. Any additional cleaning for social reasons however would require a sponge or towel on a stick. Likewise, putting garments on the horse half for reasons of modesty would be extremely difficult unless it's something like a horse blanket you can almost drape over the body.

Human babies are born completely helpless and unable to do much of anything by themselves other than emit noise. Horse babies immediately run once the birth awl is cleaned off by the mother. In theory, this means centaur babies run around and play while the human half flops around helplessly. More likely is that centaur babies would have both halves as developed as that of a regular horse since the horse womb's larger opening gives more time for the head to grow. (Head growth is not the only reason for helpless human infants, however. Human brains must take time to grow their connections while interacting with their environment, for which they need a massively extended period of maturation. Horses, like most animals, do not need to be young for long as they do not need to learn in this manner. There would always be a mismatch in development unless the horse part could be held back to the pace of the human part.)

Dungeons & Dragons

Centaurs can be very pretty from the waist up.

Centaurs and other "tauric" creatures have appeared throughout the editions and settings of Dungeons & Dragons, from the half-lion wemics of Forgotten Realms to the Driders that have become so iconically linked with the Drow.

Flavor-wise, centaurs are pretty much identical to the standard Wood Elf; they are a "sylvan" (read: fey-lite) race who inhabit the deep woods and unspoiled meadows of the world, existing as nomadic hunter-gatherers with a deep respect for nature, always striving to live in balance with their environment and to replace what they take. Their population is kept small due to their massive caloric intake, which gives them a reputation as drunkards due to how much liquor they can consume in a sitting. They are generally disinterested in the demihuman races, save elves and forest gnomes, and are more likely to keep company with other sylvan races, such as dryads and satyrs.

This portrayal is pretty consistent, having begun all the way back in Mystara and remaining throughout most settings. But, this is different in the Nentir Vale setting; here, they are considered a type of fey (rather than their traditional monstrous humanoid) and a warlike tribal people who inhabit the steppes, plains and prairies of the Feywild, although they may also be found in the mortal world, particularly in close proximity to elven lands. World Axis centaurs maintain permanent settlements, and do not suffer trespassers lightly. An emotional and rugged people, they swear allegiance to Kord and Melora, rather than the gentler and more refined Corellon; they are renowned for the wild parties they throw to celebrate battles, hunts and births, which are full of boasting, sport and drink, and do not fear death. They have even been known to hire their services out as mercenaries to eladrin, elves or any other race willing to meet their price. They are still dedicated to protecting the unspoiled wilderness, though, and if anything are more assertive about it.

Centaur are rarely used as Player Character races due to the difficulties of a Centaur performing non-running feats of agility, but those players who do use them find that they are both quite powerful and also have the perk of not having to buy a mount. In fact, centaurs have been playable in most editions of the game, having appeared in: "Tall Tales of the Wee Folk" for Basic D&D; "The Complete Book of Humanoids" for Advanced D&D; and the Monster Manual 1, Races of the Wild, the Dragonlance campaign setting book, Races of Krynn and Races of Faerun splatbooks for 3rd edition. Absent in 4th edition, they made a return in the 2018 May issue of Unearthed Arcana for 5th edition before being made official in the Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica.

BD&D Stats

Ability Score Minimums/Maximums: Requires 9 Strength and 5 Constitution. All other scores have a base minimum of 3. All scores have a maximum of 18.
Prime Ability Requisite: Strength. A centaur PC gains +5% EXP if their Str is 13+, and +10% if their Str is 16+.
Natural Armor Class: AC 8 at level -1, AC 7 from level 0.
Centaurs can achieve 8th level in both the Shaman sub-class and the Wokani/Wicca sub-class. To become a shaman requires Int 13+ and Wis 10+, whilst to become a wicca requires Int 13+ and Wis 13+. In both classes, progressing requires Int 15+ and Wis 13+. A centaur can choose to progress in both the Shaman and Wokani/Wicca class by way of the dual-classing mechanic; stopping their advancing in one and beginning advancing in the other.
A centaur can strike with its hooves, inflicting 1d6 damage per hoof.
A centaur wielding a lance can inflict double damage by charging, as if a mounted fighter, but cannot use its hooves in the same round in which it does so.
Centaurs require a special combination of human armor and horse barding to protect themselves.
Centaurs may use magic items permitted to Fighters.
Centaurs make Saving Throws as per a Fighter of the same level.

Centaur Racial Level Advancement Table

Level -1: -4,000 EXP, 2d8 Hit Dice
Level 0: 0 EXP, 4d8 Hit Dice
Level 1: 4,000
Level 2: 12,000 EXP, 5d8 Hit Dice
Level 3: 28,000 EXP, 6d8 Hit Dice
Level 4: 60,000 EXP
Level 5: 124,000 EXP, 7d8 Hit Dice
Level 6: 250,000 EXP, 8d8 Hit Dice
Level 7: 500,000 EXP
Level 8: 800,000 EXP, 9d8 Hit Dice
Level 9: 1,100,000 EXP, 10d8 Hit Dice
Level 10: 1,400,000 EXP, 10d8+2 Hit Dice

Subsequent levels cost +300,000 EXP and grant +2 HP.

AD&D Stats

Ability Score Minimum/Maximum: Strength 11/18, Dexterity 3/16, Constitution 11/18, Intelligence 3/16, Wisdom 4/18, Charisma 3/18
Ability Score Adjustments: +1 Constitution, +1 Wisdom, -2 Dexterity
Class & Level Limits: Fighter 12, Ranger 10, Mage 12, Druid 14, Shaman 7, Bard 12
+4 hit points at 1st level
Available Kits: Tribal Defender, Pit Fighter, Sellsword, Wild Protector, Hedge Wizard, Humanoid Scholar, Outlaw Mage, Shaman, Oracle, Wandering Mystic, Humanoid Bard (mandatory for Centaur Bards)
Multiclassing Options: Fighter/Mage, Fighter/Thief, Ranger/Shaman
Thieving Skill Adjustments: -10% Move Silently, -5% to Hide in Shadows and Read Languages
Natural Armor Class: 5
Can make 3 melee attacks per round; once with weapon, twice with a forehoof (hooves do 1d6 damage).
Centaurs armed with lances can Charge for double damage, but cannot attack with their hooves in that same round.
Centaurs take damage as Large creatures.
Centaurs have difficulty negotiating underground settings.
Weapon Proficiencies: Composite Long Bow, Medium Horse Lance, Great Club
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Animal Lore, Agriculture, Animal Noise, Armorer, Artistic Ability, Bowyer/Fletcher, Brewing, Drinking, Eating, Fishing, Hunting, Leatherworking, Natural Fighting, Running, Set Snares, Survival (Forests), Tracking, Weaving, Winemaking
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3e D&D Stats

Amazingly, despite appearing in multiple different splatbooks for both 3.0 and 3.5, the Centaur maintained a singular set of stats across all of them.

+8 Strength, +4 Dexterity, +4 Constitution, –2 Intelligence, +2 Wisdom.
Large size: –1 penalty to Armor Class, –1 penalty on attack rolls, –4 penalty on Hide checks, +4 bonus on grapple checks, lifting and carrying limits double those of Medium characters.
Space/Reach: 10 feet/5 feet.
A centaur’s base land speed is 50 feet.
Darkvision out to 60 feet.
Racial Hit Dice: A centaur begins with four levels of monstrous humanoid, which provide 4d8 Hit Dice; a base attack bonus of +4; and base saving throw bonuses of Fort +1, Ref +4, and Will +4.
Racial Skills: A centaur’s monstrous humanoid levels give him skill points equal to 7 × (2 + Int modifier). His class skills are Listen, Move Silently, Spot, and Survival.
Racial Feats: A centaur’s monstrous humanoid levels give him two feats.
+3 natural armor bonus.
Automatic Languages: Sylvan, Elven. Bonus Languages: Common, Gnome, Halfling.
Favored Class: Ranger. Centaur rangers often choose magical beasts or some variety of humanoid as their favored enemy.
Level adjustment +2.

Pathfinder

Like virtually all OGL monsters, the only changes to centaur in Pathfinder were system wide changes (Monstrous Humanoid HD is now D10 and 4 + int skill points).

Advanced Race Guide gave a centaur as an example of its race creation system. Since they decided to keep the absurdly high stat adjustments it's power level is, by the book's own admission, unusable by player characters in normal campaign.

Dreamscarred Press included Centaur as one of the monster classes they published. It's pretty much just 4 levels that give you all the stuff in the 3.5 example (except the level adjustment) with the PF RHD changes.

5e D&D Stats

How to pull off a 5e centaur PC race was something that was debated on /tg/ ievery now and then; how should you handle the size issue? What effects should having a horse for legs have on getting around? Well, WoTC came up with surprisingly elegant solutions when they debuted a centaur in the Unearthed Arcana for May 2018. They even took the time to address the most unbalancing aspect of being a centaur in 3e, which was that your racial type not being standard Humanoid made you immune to a lot of common spells, a somewhat flawed design idea that was brought back for 5e.

Unfortunately, because the design team persistently overvalues both natural weapons and Powerful Build, they're also a bit... bland. Not bad, per se, but uninspired. And because no positive effects target monstrosities but not humanoids, it's strictly a bad thing, though even that will barely come up, they don't even count as mounted for feats or the Cavalier archetype. That said, because of the ability to inflict what's effectively a crit on demand the amount of damage they can do, in theory, on a charge is almost stupidly high. At level one with 17 strength, with an average roll of 7 of a 2d6 weapon and +3 mod becomes 20 damage, enough to one shot a lot of things at level one or 1/6 of an ogre and an actual crit stacks with this to become out-and-out devastating. In an ideal situation of +5 mod, 12 damage,+5 magic bonus and a crit: your looking at 88 damage. While that is strictly speaking unlikely, there are rerolls for all those rolls, (champion crit extension, and great weapon fighting style rerolls of 1's and 2's) so it is far from impossible. All in all: Centaurs may be a one tricky pony, but it can be one hell of a trick.

Abilities: +2 Strength, +1 Wisdom
Size: Medium
Speed: 40 feet
Vision: Normal
Charge: You can make a charge attack by moving at least 20 feet towards a target and then hitting it with a melee attack in the same turn. If you hit with this charge attack, roll your weapon's damage dice twice and add the results together to determine how much damage you have inflicted. Once you have made a charge attack, you must complete a short rest or a long rest before you can make one again.
Hooves: You possess hooves, which are a natural weapon that you have proficiency in. A hoof attack inflicts 1d6 + Str modifier Bludgeoning damage.
Equine Build: You count as one size category larger to determine your capacity to carry, push and drag. However, when climbing, each foot of movement costs you +4 extra movement instead of the normal +1 foot. You can allow a creature of Medium or smaller size to ride on your back, but you still act independently when you have a rider.
Survivor: You have Proficiency in the Survival skill.
Hybrid Nature: You count as being both a Humanoid and a Monstrosity in terms of Creature Type, and thus can be affected by any game effect that specifically targets either of your types.

They made a surprise reappearance in the Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica, acquiring an official writeup that was similar to, yet different from, the version presented in Unearthed Arcana:

Ability Scores: Str +2; Wis +1
Size: Medium
Speed: 40 ft.
Age. Centaurs mature and age at about the same rate as humans.
Alignment. Centaurs are inclined toward neutrality. Those who join the Selesnya are more often neutral good, while those who join the Gruul are typically chaotic neutral.
Size. Centaurs stand between 6 and 7 feet tall, with their equine bodies reaching about 4 feet at the withers. Your size is Medium.
Fey. Your creature type is fey, rather than humanoid.
Charge. If you move at least 30 feet straight toward a target and then hit it with a melee weapon attack on the same turn, you can immediately follow that attack with a bonus action, making one attack against the target with your hooves.
Hooves. Your hooves are natural melee weapons, which you can use to make unarmed strikes. If you hit with them, you deal bludgeoning damage equal to 1d4 + your Strength modifier, instead of the bludgeoning damage normal for an unarmed strike.
Equine Build. You count as one size larger when determining your carrying capacity and the weight you can push or drag. In addition, any climb that requires hands and feet is especially difficult for you because of your equine legs. When you make such a climb, each foot of movement costs you 4 extra feet, instead of the normal 1 extra foot.
Survivor. You have proficiency in one of the following skills of your choice: Animal Handling, Medicine, Nature, or Survival.
Languages. You can speak, read, and write Common and Sylvan. Sylvan is widely spoken in the Selesnya Conclave, for it is rich in vocabulary to describe natural phenomena and spiritual forces.

You will note that this version of the centaur is far weaker. Charge is now basically pathetic and only grants you an additional 1d4 on a hit, even if it's no longer a short rest ability.

If the canon 5e centaur stats don't tickle your fancy, you could always try out the ones from the Midgard Heroes Handbook, which present their own take on the concept.

Ability Score Increase: +2 Strength, +1 Wisdom
Size: Large - but see Humanoid Torso
Speed: 40 feet
Type: Monstrosity
Natural Attacks: You can make a single attack with your hooves, which you are considered Proficient in and which deal 2d6 Bludgeoning damage.
Centaur Weapon Training: You have Proficiency with the Pike and the Longbow.
Pike Charge: If you move at least 30 feet straight toward a target it and then hit it with a Pike attack on the same turn, the target takes an extra 3 (1d6) piercing damage, which increases to 6 (2d6) at level 6 and 9 (3d6) at level 11. You can only make one Pike Charge per turn, and can only make a number of Pike Charges per day eqal to your Constitution modifier (minimum of 1). You recover all uses of this ability when you complete a Long Rest.
Humanoid Torso: Though you take up space as if you were a Large creature, you are still considered a Medium creature for purposes of weapons and armor.
Quadruped: You have Disadvantage on Stealth checks and also suffer problems when dealing with architecture designed for humanoids, such as ladders and manholes.
Self-Sufficient: You have Proficiency in the Medicine skill.

Warhammer Fantasy

The closest example fantasy has for Centaur are Centigors. A type of Beastmen whose upper part is that of a Gor (humanoid goat), and the standard lower horse part. Centigors are the Beastmens primary cavalry unit, they are good as shock troops and charging into the fray at lighting speed. Now if only their stats match their lore.

If that's not enough then things get bigger with Dragon Ogres, because regular centaur isn't awesome enough. Dragon Ogres have the upper part of an Ogre and their lower parts are four dragon-like legs. These Ogres made a pact with the Chaos Gods that they would serve them, in exchange for immortality (at the cost of having no female Dragon Ogres to fuck, or possibly having females but all being sterile; it's hard to say from the fluff). They are one of the oldest creatures in the Old World, and are supercharged when struck by lightning. The oldest and largest Dragon Ogres are Shaggoths.

In between those two are the Bull Centaur, which are half Chaos Dwarf and half bull, which are the result of worshiping of Hashut, the bull Chaos God. They are big, mean, muscular, have horns on their heads and curly beards like the rest of the Chaos Dwarfs.

Warhammer 40K

Though the Centaur in and of itself hasn't been discovered as of yet in the dark millennium (it is perfectly possible that they exist somewhere in the galaxy, mind you - there is weirder shit out there), the Interex had a heavy infantry platform which had the shape and appearance of the Centaurs of myth. The human soldier was fit into the front of a mechanical, horselike body (where the head would've been on a real horse), so only the upper body was visible. They even went so far as giving the soldiers laser-crossbows.

Though most would argue that this was freaking awesome, they were exterminated by the Imperium, and as far as we know, the Mechanicum haven't kept anything from the Interex... But who knows, maybe the next Imperial Guard Supplement will include cyborg horse-human hybrids (of course you can make these anyway and just proxy them as rough riders on the table top). You can't know with GW these days.

A centaur body is one of the common Chaos mutations, though given the nature of Chaos you may end up with a snake tail, a giant bloodhound body, or a fucking spider torso instead of your legs, and that's if you get lucky - some poor Nurglite sod may get a snail or maggot body instead of his legs, or even a twisted mess of tentacles that have the mind of their own and immediately start raping all asses in proximity, including their own.

Additionally, an Imperial Guard short story (Children of the Emperor) from the Into the Maelstrom anthology features a guardsman stranded on a lost, feral world with super-high gravity, populated by abhumans whose ancestors gave themselves centaur bodies and super-enhanced muscles to cope with high gravity and abundance of deadly predators. He gets involved with a struggle between the Emperor-worshipping locals and a Khornate heresy, but the best he can do is to report to the Imperium when he escapes that the planet is feral, too dangerous & resource poor to colonize, and houses only some unimportant alien species, thus preventing the loyalists from being slaughtered as mutants by more Puritanical Imperials.

Also we have the Zoats, a now-abandoned race of reptilian taurs that were originally envoys and propagandists for the Tyranids, before they fully embraced the Horde of Alien Locusts thing.

Warcraft

Warcraft features many types of Centaur as well as centaur-like creatures. The earliest Centaur are descendants to the demigod Cenarius (half-Night elf half Stag), his sons are called Keepers of the grove, they have the upper part of a night elf with antlers on their heads, one of their hands is wood like, and they have the lower parts of a stag. The female versions of them are Dryads who are female night elf and half doe.

They also have regular Centaurs who are a bastard race born from a Keeper of the grove and (the rather ugly) spirit of Earth, they thank their father for creating them by killing him. They have the traditional Centaur look, with a nomadic Mongol-like culture mostly built on harassing the cow-like Tauren.

The Burning Legion has Annihilan which are massive demons that have an upper part of a demon and a lower part of a four legged dragon. They serve as among the Legions commanders and wield enormous weapons that can smash armies in one swing.

Centaur Monstergirls

This article or section is about Monstergirls (or a monster that is frequently depicted as a Monstergirl), something that /tg/ widely considers to be the purest form of awesome. Expect PROMOTIONS! and /d/elight in equal measure, often with drawfaggotry or writefaggotry to match.

Centaurs invite ceaseless argument over whether they count as monstergirls or as furry. On the one hand, they do have human-like heads and not muzzles (though Japanese hentai seems to like portraying them with horse ears instead of human ears, and this has become more common in western art too). On the other hand, they have horse-junk at their business end (except, again, for some Japanese hentai, where they have human pussies at the front of their horse bodies instead or in addition to mare-cunts at their ass-end), which makes them in many ways more like bestiality than regular furries.

Not helping things is that both sides of the divide have embraced them. In fact, centaurs are so popular that the idea of replacing the horse with other critters that sound cool or sexy is rather popular; lions, wolves, tigers, spiders... heck, lamias can be described as "centaurs that are half-snake instead of half-horse". The idea is so popular that a whole new word (arguably descended from the furries), "tauric", has popped up as a shorthand for it.

/d/ alternatively loves them (because they're an excuse for pictures of huge buff guys with huge horse cocks, monstergirls with huge-ass tits, or monstergirls with huge-ass tits AND huge horse cocks) and loathes them (because of the aforementioned furry/bestiality connotations).

Surprisingly, despite the fact that centaurs are iconic creatures from western "Classical Mythology", the vast majority of centaur MG depictions have come from Japan. This may be because, unlike westerners, Japanese smutfans don't really make so much of a distinction between furry and monstergirl, and so they don't get bothered by the whole "you're fucking a horse's hiney" thing since they pass the Harkness Test.

Perhaps because of the strong association between the cavalry and the samurai caste - or because Japanese dig soft, sweet chicks to an almost disturbing degree - almost all known Japanese centaur MGs have been tsunderes or yamato nadeshikos, i.e. either sweet-girls who act like bitches because they don't wanna admit their feelings, or very sweet and demure girls with a steely core. A more mythology-accurate centaur MG would be a total ladette - a she-jock who loves to fight, hunt, drink and fuck like there's no tomorrow and aggressively chases after good-looking guys. Sort of a bro with the body of a super-model who's fine with letting you grope her titties and cunt (wherever it is), or kills you on a whim.

Additionally there are several factors of horse anatomy one should keep in mind when discussing sex with centaurs:

  • The above-discussed reason why horses don't need to wipe their asses after taking a dump would doubtlessly affect anal sex in some way, for better or worse.
  • Giving Centaurs rear horse junk would be likely to complicate masturbation.
  • Given the thing male horses are so infamous for worldwide, a centauress(?) that has horse junk would be likely to find human men quite underwhelming.
  • On that note, getting any meaningful length of a horse penis inside a human frequently kills real-life zoophiles due to organ rupture, and deepthroat would probably require you to dislocate your jaw and find some acid-proof horse condoms.
  • Like with minotaurs, there's also the issue of whether a centauress would have human boobs or a horse udder when you think about it. There are many more lulzy ways to interpret this than the minotaur offers, however, such as centaur women with two perfectly human and hairless boobs dangling from the fucking horse torso like a ballsack (you could even nickname these body parts the breasticles or chesticles).

Monster Girl Encyclopedia

There may be a reason why the MGE centaur looks like a half-horse half-elf...

In the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, centaurs are a race of tsundere nomadic archers. They do still love booze, though, and have a tendency to lose control and become horny drunks who'll rape men... of course, being tsunderes, they'll bitch at the men to "take responsibility" after they sober up, which is as tired a cliche in hentai as "OMG it's so big" is in western porn. For many years, constant arguments frequently sprung up about where the genitals are. The author decided to split the difference by decreeing they have two sets of genitals, one on each end. All this served to do was re-draw the battle lines so as to be fought over whether this succeeded in solving the problem or is the stupidest thing in the history of ever.

Life With Monstergirls

Centaur have a long and noble history as knights and paladins, and most of their race still carry themselves with dignity. Female Centaur often adopt knightly demeanor and customs. Their females are only fertile during certain periods of the year (like real horses), and must use this time to produce offspring. Their sex drive is greatly reduced (although not non-existent) outside of this period, which also like with real horses is called estrus. Centaurs have long had a history where the sexually selected traits for males were general raw strength and bravado. This unfortunately resulted in most modern Centaur men being unattractive fratboys. Recently, their culture is shifting towards effeminate and polite men being attractive, and this means that Centaur women are beginning to more and more desire human men. The product of a human/Centaur union is a full-blooded Centaur (no word on the results of a horse-centaur union), but the practice is still highly taboo. Instead Centaurs have been relying on human men as "teasers", a role that yet still exists in real life horse breeding (although in real life the role is thankfully filled by other horses). The human man more or less arouses a female who is in estrus until she can bear to reproduce with her husband.

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