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"Uh, I hadn't thought of that. . ." you tell the squirrel, realizing that a lifetime of eating oats isn't what you had in mind. Besides, your human teeth aren't up to the task that a horse's would handle easily, and your human tastebuds certainly demand something better than oats. I mean, oats are great, but day in day out for the rest of your life?
"You're not wild about the oats?" the squirrel asks, seeing the nonplussed look on your face. "You may as well learn to like'em, big guy."
"I think I'll try for another 'taur variation," you tell the squirrel. "Being human wasn't so bad; but it's really cool having four legs."
"You mean you still want to be a centaur, but human?" the squirrel asks. "Sounds like you should become a humantaur."
You swish your tail and scratch your head for a second. It's cool being horse-sized, but then again, you'd really like to be able to drive your car again, or get into your shower. It's looking like a no-brainer, and you wonder where the squirrel ever heard of humantaurs. "Where did you hear of humantaurs?" you ask the squirrel.
"This is the Internet," the squirrel answers patiently, trying not to look at you as if you're a total idiot. "I did a google search while researching centaurs, and there are a few humantaurs out there. If that's what works for you, you might go for it. All the humantaurs I found on the Web seemed very happy with their state."
You do some thinking, mainly about where you're going to get some clothes. Humantaurs probably can't go naked like centaurs can. But then again, maybe they can, somewhere on the Web. You remember this is magic stuff and you can have any clothes you want.
"Yeah, you're right," you finally answer the squirrel. "It's not going to be oats only. Lemmee change to a humantaur."
You dread losing your enhanced human torso, and perhaps that is the thought in your mind that saves you from losing it. Sure enough, your broadened shoulders and enhanced upper body musculature remain, and you get to keep all those muscles that you would otherwise have worked years to build. You even get to keep your pony tail (the one hanging from your scalp).
The oddest sensation you feel is through your feet, because you can suddenly feel the texture of the floor again as your hooves morph into regular human feet.
You have a slight sensation of coming down a few inches as your horse legs change back to human legs, although for proportion's sake, you're still taller than the average human. You could play for the Lakers, for that matter. It would just be expensive to buy athletic shoes, because now you'd need four of them.
Getting rid of the hooves and having bare feet again is actually a comfortable feeling; you adjust to the fact that you're feeling it through four feet. You wiggle the toes of each foot to make sure - left front foot, right front foot, left rear foot, right rear foot. You try out all four knees; they work just fine. You can raise each of the your four legs in turn; you can raise the two left legs and then raise the two right legs. Learning to raise just the rear legs will take some practice, as will learning to raise just the front legs. You're not sure how that would work, if it's possible at all. You look forward to climbing your first set of stairs with anticipation.
"This is cool," you say, checking out your four human legs; your hands confirm for you that they're real, with actual human skin and muscle. Your back has extended rearward from your front legs to your back legs, and you turn around a couple times to get used to walking with four feet. You realize you've got an unexpected bonus that comes with being a humantaur, because each pair of legs has its own genitals between them. Thankfully, as you check them out you realize proudly that you're still something of a horse in that department.
"Well, you've certainly qualified for an improved food menu," the squirrel says. "It won't be as cheap as oats, especially as your apetite increases. Feeding four legs takes more nutrition than feeding two."
"No matter," you say, concentrating on making yourself more presentable in public. You visualize Levis 401's, and two pairs appear, neatly folded, in your arms. You pull a pair of them onto your back legs, and slip your front legs into the second pair. With your handsome centaur torso, you prefer to go bare-chested, and being barefoot feels very comfortable, especially with four bare feet.
"I'm getting a little hungry, with all this talk of food," you tell the squirrel. "Care to join me? I'm going to get some dinner."
"Sure," the squirrel says, and he hops onto your hindquarters. You head outside, looking for a McDonald's, since your four legs are giving you double Mac attacks and your stomach is growling beneath your centaur six-pack abs. But the breeze feels great across your shoulders, chest and back, and a long stretch of lawn you've found feels soo good on those four bare feet of yours.
Written by Josh Dugan