Chapter#05

"Go on."

"There are many legends about centaurs. We have theories, but the only thing we know for sure is that we are half human, half horse." Zel's face suddenly grew red. "But if you ever meet another centaur, do not tell them that."

Mike nodded.

"Anyway, where does the horse end and the woman begin?" Zel pulled up on her shirt. The fine gray hairs of her horseflesh eventually melded into a smooth human belly. "It's different for everyone. It isn't uncommon for a centaur to be a horse up to their pecs, or even human between their horse legs. That can be covered by clothing, and doesn't hurt anything. However, a centaur baby can be born with a horse's head, or even human feet. Such a creature is usually destroyed right away by its own parents.

"You see, I was born with such a deformity, one that is easily hidden but would become all too obvious on my wedding night." Zel turned her back to him, her tail swishing back and forth. She reached back to grab it, pulling it out of the way. Mike wasn't certain what he was supposed to be looking at.

"It looks okay to me." Beneath her tail, the light fur faded into the soft flesh of a beautiful vagina. He was surprised at how normal it looked until it finally dawned on him. "Oh shit, you're a human back here!"

"Yes. Centaurs mate from the waist down. I was born with a human vagina, one that will not accommodate a horse's cock, nor a centaur child." She let go of her tail. "On the night before my wedding, my aunt brought me here that I may live. You see, I was betrothed to marry the chieftain's son, and my deception would be cause for death on my wedding night."

"Because you have a human pussy?"

"I am an abomination. My parents let me live, thinking they could someday find a way to make me whole, but they never found a way. This greenhouse is a legend to my people, and my aunt tasked me with finding a way to cure my affliction and someday return to my tribe."

"And have you?"

Zel's head dropped. "Yes and no. You see, such a feat can be accomplished only by the combination of science and magic, but magic is, by nature, often wild. I did find an ingredient that would work though, and a ready supply of it."

"Are you talking about my sperm?" He felt like his semen was officially the swiss army knife of alchemy these days.

"I am. Your semen alone contains a powerful life force, but there is something more. It carries residue of an old magic, something wild and untameable. By that nature, I had to make a choice. I could try to create a potion to restore my equine qualities or to amplify my human ones. In the realm of risks, one could say that only one of those is a safe bet."

"So you're saying that you made a potion that will turn you human?"

Zel nodded. "I hope so."

"But why? I think you are amazing as you are."

"I may be amazing, but I am alone. I can never truly be a part of my tribe - the most I can hope for is to be cast out, much like I already am. And though I may be a part of this household, I can't even go inside without fear of slipping. I am limited, and I do not like it."

"Zel." Mike shook his head. "I'm sorry you feel that way."

"It is no fault of yours. This is something I have lived with, and will likely continue to." The moon was nearly risen now, and she held the vial up. "The light of the rising moon is the last ingredient. The moon signifies change and transformation, life and birth. I hope that it may signal my own transformation as well. If it fails... I did not think I could bear for the others to see the result."

"Then let's see what happens together." He crossed his legs, shifting to make himself more comfortable. It was a pretty evening here in the greenhouse, and the others wouldn't come looking for him right away.

She nodded, holding the vial up so that the light of the moon shone through it. The moment the moon crested the jungle, the liquid inside took on a golden hue, glowing intensely like a tiny star. Zel stepped away from the edge of the cliff, then turned around to sit across from Mike.

"To wild magic." She pulled a small cork out of the top of the vial and swallowed it. An amber glow descended across her body like a shimmering gown of light, swirling outward. Zel cried out, tilting forward onto the ground. Mike got off the rock and tried to help her up, but the curtain of light was swirling around her now, pinning her to the ground.

"Zel, are you okay?" He was answered by a scream. From where he sat, he could hear a series of snapping noises coming from where her legs were. Steam rose from below her, the shimmering light blinding him now. He closed his eyes and held tightly to Zel, who was now crushing his hand in hers.

Zel screamed several more times before growing quiet. The light faded, the steam gently drifting off the cliff. His eyes still hadn't adjusted, her dark form dimly lit by the moon. She shifted in front of him, messing with the large sash around her waist.

"Please. Help me stand." Her hands were shaking. Mike got up on his knees and pulled. Zel pressed into him, her breasts pushing into his chest. She used his shoulders to stand, her body shaking. The sash she had loosened tumbled across her lower body to become an ankle length skirt. She grunted, standing up with Mike.

"It... it worked!" He stared in awe. The potion had made her human!