"Pollymorph." She explained, as mikes great body began to shimmer and shift. Slowly it reformed into his old Centaur self, rubbing his hands over his upper human body Mike sigh with relief. "Oh thank you Christine!" He exclaimed gratefully, the froze his eye's going wide. "My balls!" He grunted turning his torso trying to see under his barrel. "Guys!?!" He whimpered as he realized he would not be able to do so.
"Ahem...Brian you look." Christine muttered awkwardly. Slow brian walked over and grasped Mikes flowing tail lifting it up and peering under it. Reaching up his long thin elven finger rubbed the soft skin where the Centaur stallion's huge ball sac had once been. "Nope they're still gone." He whispered in wonder, then looked up at the others watching him and blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry guy." Across the room the stable boy still pinned to the wall by the elf's arrow snickered.
"You think thats funny!?!" Mike roared snatching up the brush and trotting across the room. "I think it's hilarious beast!" The stable boy spat. "Well I think you need a change of perspective...you little snot!" Mike snarled slowly waving the brush in front of his face. The stable boy's eye's widen as he watched the brush....