Nope, you've made your choice

Shaking your head, your guide gets the point and chuckles. "Well who am I to stand in the way of fate. If you would please come this way sir, we'll finish the paperwork. Oh yes, don't worry, Catrice will be along shortly. Please allow her to say her goodbyes first, while we complete the process."

And so you leave the centauress behind, though only for a short time. The paperwork itself didn't take long, and really you pretty much just signed whatever they put in front of you without reading any of it. But then, that's par for the course with such things really. You are soon escorted out of the building, and there was Catrice waiting for you.

She seemed nervous, her hands held tightly in front of her. At least now the centauress had a loose top on to cover her 'assets', wouldn't do for a topless woman to be out in public even if they weren't entirely human.

Smiling, you take her hands gently and lift them, planting a kiss on her knuckles to let het know all was well. It wasn't until the two of you had walked to your car that there was a major issue you hadn't considered until now. Yea, there was no way she was going to fit. All wasn't lost however...

"Master... Sir..." Catrice said in an adorably shy manner. "I... Well... Maybe you could..."

It wasn't hard to figure out what she was trying to say, and admittedly the prospect was certainly tempting. On one hand you could flat out refuse, as technically it would be treating her more as a horse than a woman. On the other hand, she was offering, it would be rude to outright refuse, and it's not like you had many other real options.