I think part of the appeal of centaurs, for me, is that they're sexually helpless. They can't reach their own crotch. They have to beg you for help just to get some release.

Another part of the appeal is that, rather than blending two species together, as with most anthros, a centaur is literally a person irreparably fused to a beast. A sapient, cultured superego subjected to the whims of their own bestial id, in the most visually literal way possible. Gone is the werewolf's "woe is me, I must control my inner best" - the centaur would not be without their beastly side. The allegory writes itself.

I think another part of the appeal is that there's an established framework for how we treat horses. It's not the horse part itself that makes a centaur interesting, it's the fact that it's a person put into the social role of a horse. I think it's the same reason puppyplay is hugely popular, while foxplay or coyoteplay is virtually unheard of. There's no established framework for how to treat a coyote, like there is a dog. There are no roles to play around with. What does it mean to treat a human like a fox? Who knows. But it's obvious what it means to treat a human like a horse.

I also like that they're kinda awkward and clumsy. Lots of humiliation potential. They can't really see where their hind end is going - try tying a broomstick to your butt and walk around your house without knocking anything over. Now imagine that broomstick weighs half a ton and has hooves the size of dinner plates. Centaurs aren't built to navigate a human world, however much they may wish to. Lots of humiliation potential.

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