Ferus laid back on the grass and I laid on top of him, his arms around me. I wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring but at least I had this
night.
We drifted off to sleep.
But just as I was about to nod off, I felt strange. It felt as if something was draining out of me. Ferus' muscles pulsated and his arms seemed to
consume me.
I raised my head. Where before I had been splayed across Ferus' body with my hooves still on the grass, I was now comfortably laid on Ferus'
belly, my head just under his chin and my toes barely touching the base of his cock. Slowly working out what had happened, I looked at my
hands and saw unfamiliar, human hands looking back at me. It took me a moment to realise they were the hands I'd been born with.
Ferus awoke and started. He screamed and I fell off onto the grass.
"Ferus! It's me!"
Ferus paused, recognizing my voice.
"Human?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Human is human again?"
I stood before him, hunched over in that awkward way you do when you're naked unintentionally. I had been much more confident as a
minotaur, but as a human the ground felt off beneath my bare feet and I could certainly feel the cold. As a result, my cock was nowhere near
as impressive as it had been. I felt embarrassed for Ferus to see me this way.
I suddenly realised, looking at Ferus' magnificent body, that he no longer did anything for me. God, I was still in love with him but I was no
longer inclined towards bulls or men. "Runt's magic must have worn off," I told him.
It was so odd. Twenty-four hours ago this was all I wanted. Now it was a disaster.
Ferus gasped and held a paw to his mouth. "What do we do?"