Catrice seems just your type

You hold up a hand, silently hushing your guide politely as you watch Catrice's ass sway side to side, her tail hanging dejectedly, but the gentle swaying of it giving you a peek at her nethers. Stepping forward, you pick up to a light jog to catch up with the lovely centauress as your guide looks on with a grin. Catrice hears your rushed footsteps and stops to turn towards you unexpectedly, causing you to run face-first into the lush pillows on her bosom. Comically, you bounce off them and your butt hits the ground.

The two of you look at one another for a moment, you in nervousness and her in complete bafflement. After that moment the two of you laugh. Once that dies down you pull out the collar, which causes her laughter to completely die down.

Reaching out for the collar, Catrice's hand wavers. Her eyes lock on yours. "Are... Are you sure?"

Nodding an affirmative, you hand her the the collar as she breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling delightfully. She lifts the collar to her neck and, looking at you as though expecting you to change your mind, places it on herself. You never thought watching a centauress putting a collar on herself would be so damn hot, but then again, you never expected to see such a thing either. It was an oddly magical moment.

All good things must come to and and as your guide strolls up and lifts you from the ground by your arm, heartily pats your back. "Well!" he begins boisterously, "Can't say as I expected that, and my what a show! I hope you will forgive me for killing the mood, but we can't just stand here forever. If for no other reason..." He motions towards the nearby trees, where many eyes are peering at you. "The other residents might be a bit jealous. We best move on, unless..."