You quickly pause time and walk out to meet the mounted officer. You turn him into a centaur, and the horse's head and his legs fade out in the same way, his body shifting, and connecting to the horse's head. You then wish him naked and turn him into her. It doesn't change much. You revert her to being around 25 years old, and the age slides off of her. You keep her horse half male, but that has a knock-on effect to her human half, giving her an Amazonian build. You then give her massive tits. Like, big boobs. Huge honkers. Massive dunkongeracougers. You then make her ultra butch and re-dress her. Her long hair turns blonde, as does her horse half, and her eyes turn blue. You then make her body very convenient; no horse smell, not that much change in diet, but she might like more veggies in her diet. You know her wife, which you've femme-d up, has more than enough sausage in her diet. You also make it so that she won't break form that monster beneath her wife, and that she takes care of horses. You climb back into your bedroom, and unpause time. She keeps trotting up, her breasts jiggling.
"Hey Cerea," you say. In this new reality, you and Cerea are friends, due to her having to patrol all the way down here and back. She often hangs out at your house, wasting time before she goes back, due to you being the last house on her path. "How are you?"
"Same old same old," she says, stretching, "You got guests?" she says, leaning into your house.
"Yeah, an old friend of mine from the continent is visiting, and the weather at the beach is..." you trail off, and she nods.
"I get it. It's always weird how your specific section of this island has completely different weather than every other bit." she says, examining the blue sky, her horse ears shifting back.
"How's the wife?" you ask, looking for a bunch of towels.
"Still as beautiful as ever," Cerea says sighing, "We've been trying for kids for a while, but..."
"I get it," you say, looking at your watch, "You wanna hang? I could introduce you?"
"Sure," you say, and she walks around your house. You find a bunch of towels, and you grab your board and get going. Cerea is walking over to the ocean-side. Her helmet is sitting on your porch, and you grab a very long towel, and set it out.
Tim and Aki have just come back from a big wave, and it seems like Aki'Aki and Cerea know each other. Tim waves you down and says, "So, who's the cop?"
"Cerea, she's a friend of mine," you say, before getting Cerea's attention, "Yo, C!" you exclaim, "This is Tim, my mainland friend."
They make friends, and Tim looks her up and down. "How're you gonna surf? I though this was a surfin' party?"
Cerea giggles, and says, "Oh a party? Well, make sure to keep the noise down then. Wouldn't want to have to come all the way back here for a noise complaint!"
You laugh, resting your breasts on Aki's shoulders again. "Who'd complain? The parrots?"