Upon her fourth day as a Centauress many things had started to run through Rachel’s mind. Quite quickly the openness of bearing all no matter the age, some of the local centaurs stated that compared too many she had adapted well to her body among the transformed regardless of permanent and temporary in length…
…“everything alright Rhodiche?” Basix, a member of the herd Rachel has asked out the other day, asked using the centaurs name Rachel had started going by to fit in. “Just think. That’s all” Rachel or rather Rhodiche answered as she and Basix were bent down on all four horse legs on a small cliff overlooking this lake.
“You homesick?” Basix guessed. “No not really… at least depending on what you think I consider home?” Rhodiche answered. “Sounds a bit like me during my final days before accepting the real me” Basix remarked while slightly reviewing where his horse aspects merged with his human aspects “my girlfriend of them was sadly opposed though that proved she was no Centauress at heart”. “Oh… sorry” Rhodiche apologized while putting a hand on Basix’s shoulder.
“So… outside of rules 2 and 5 are you alright that we haven’t-” Rhodiche then started. “Oh no no… I’m not offended and surely it’s for the best for now” Basix insisted. “Well I also admit we did go pretty fast” Rhodiche confessed “Back when I was human it was usually after several weeks before I got to the intermittent stage”. “Actually that’s not why as the two child rules for planned guests was my reasoning” Basix assured.
“I don’t follow?” Rhodiche inquired. “Well you see Rhodiche. Fertile power is amplified for us Centaurs and Centauress compared to our human cousins” Besix started “Put it plainly outside of conditions that make impregnation near-impossible or a Centauress is already so… mating between us is bound to produce a child at least”. “So your saying…if we do…mate” Rhodiche responded “I have to be committed to being a Centauress?”. “Well only for as long as you’re pregnant” Besix assured before the two briefly kissed.
As they kissed many thoughts started rushing through Rhodiche’s mind. Was at heart she really a Centauress merely born human. Even so was really being a Centauress her destiny. Was she mother material and if so was Basix father material. “Basix. I must ask something?” Rhodiche then started: