Chapter#06

"Not quite. A failure, albeit an interesting one." Stepping away from Mike, she grabbed her skirt and lifted it upwards. Her feet were a cross between human and horse, a large hoof where her toes should be. Her muscular calves were not the smooth skin of a human, but rather the furry limbs of a beast. Inspecting her transformation, she pulled the skirt higher. Somewhere near the top of her thighs, the fur transformed into human flesh. When she dropped her skirt, she made a face. Frowning, she pulled a small knife from her pocket and turned around, stabbing the fabric.

"What are you-" She pulled her tail through the opening. It was nearly as long as her legs were.

"That is certainly inconvenient." Zel shifted her hips from side to side, the tail swishing against her skirt. "I imagine it will be difficult to find pants that fit."

"So it this... is this you now?"

She smirked, the moonlight sparkling in her eyes like gemstones. "No. When I made the potion, I deliberately built a failsafe in. It will last either an hour or a couple of days, but it's hard to know for sure given the nature of its components, specifically your contribution. Hmm." She hiked up her skirt again, revealing a perfectly smooth human ass with a horse's tail right above it. "I would estimate that I am roughly twenty percent equine still. It's mostly in the legs. This form at least grants me mobility, but I'm afraid the tail prevents proper integration into human society."

"I mean, if it helps, human society really isn't that great to begin with." It was the whole reason he loved living in the house. He had never fit in very well with other people, quickly finding a spiritual synergy with his new roommates. "You have to pay taxes."

"You can tell me about these taxes some other time." Zel pulled him closer. "Dance with me."

"D-dance?"

"It's something I've always wanted to do. To dance like humans do." She placed her hands around his shoulders. She was slightly shorter than he was now, her intense eyes sparkling. "PLease dance with me."

"I, uh..." He put his hands around her waist. He wasn't exceptionally good at it, but he had learned a few basic slow dances from a previous girlfriend who thought it would help with his intimacy issues. Naturally, it hadn't. "Ok, it's been a while, but I'll do my best."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up his music. He had tons to pick from - for the longest time when he was in college, he had made a little money on the side by putting albums on flash drives for other students. He loaded up Paramore's 'The Only Exception' and started moving to the beat.

Zel closed her eyes, allowing Mike to lead her. They danced in a small circle, illuminated only by the rising moon. Zel's hair and tail trailed behind her, her movements quickly becoming more graceful as she adapted to her new legs. Near the end of the song, Mike gave her a little twirl, watching her skirt and tail flare out in a large circle beneath her waist. When he pulled her back in, her eyes were open and her mouth hungry, her lips finding his.

"Mmh!" MIke nearly fell over, shifting his weight. HIs hands circled her waist, feeling her supple ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. Her fingers traced along his upper back, exploring the curve of his shoulder blades, then touched his face.

She broke the kiss, her eyes gazing deeply into his. "Pardon my aggressive nature. I worry that the duration of the potion will be short, and desire to experience a few things before it ends."

He laughed. "I kind of figured."

"I am unbroken. In human terms, that means that I am virginal and have never engaged in sexual relations with another living being. I do have experience, but it has all been with inanimate objects."

"Then it's time to change that." Mike kissed her some more, touching her jawline and then running his hands through her hair. He could feel how nervous she was, sense the trepidation as her fingers explored his body. She had touched him so confidently before, when she was a centaur.

Fear of rejection, lover. This time, the innate sexual sense that had manifested itself before had a voice, and it belonged to Naia. She's afraid that you will find her incomplete state unappealing. Touch her somewhere else.

He listened, moving his hand down her breast to her waist, then spinning her around. She let out a small, playful shriek, then pressed her ass into his groin. He reached around her, running his hand up along her belly. With his other hand, he rubbed her ass first, then moved up to stroke the hair of her tail. He ran his fingers through the stiff hairs, then tugged it past his waist, pulling her ass harder against him.

Zel let out a moan. She tilted her head back, giving him access to her neck. He kissed it, deliberately teasing her by breathing out by her ears. She laughed, taking the hand on her belly and bringing it up to her breast. With her fingers interlocked with his, she showed him how she liked her breasts squeezed. He marveled at how supple they felt through her leather tunic.

She grabbed his hip and squeezed. Mike pulled his hand free of hers and felt along her belly, moving his fingers down beneath the fabric of her dress. Her smooth, human skin transitioned into the soft felt of horse flesh in places, but she was all human when he neared her labia.

"Nngh!" Her hips bucked forward when he touched the engorged lips of her pussy, her swollen clitoris still folded away. She was already soaking wet, her furry thighs slick with her juices. Mike took his time, teasing her outer folds and stroking her inner thighs. With his other hand, he slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing her legs to him.