Tyler shifted his new bulk from hoof to hoof. He found that his new quadrupedal form wasn't a hindrance. In
fact, he didn't even have to think about it and all four legs moved effortlessly. He felt strong, masculine,
and oddly serene, as if all the troubles he had before weren't as important anymore. The transformation duel,
the witch Kylie, all of it didn't phase him. What was more interesting, he found, was the burly man in front
of him. James' spell had modified Tyler in more than just appearance. To suit his new orientation, James had
made his friend gay as well.
"I like this body," he said in a deep, mellow voice. "And I like yours. But I think I'd like it even better if
you were more suited to be carried and appreciated the wilds with a deeper passion, as I do."
James felt himself begin to shrink, not in height but in mass. His large muscles shrank and melted away,
leaving long, lean limbs. His body hair fell out and vanished, leaving him completely hairless aside from what
was on his head. That lightened from dark brown into a honey blond and began to grow, falling past his chin to
sit artfully about his shoulders. His gut eased away leaving a tight stomach, his pecs hard and muscular.
James' eyes lightening to a bright sky blue as his skin evened out, the sunburn and weathering becoming smooth
cream skin.
He felt an itching in his ears and reached up with slender fingers to feel two points that were growing. They
peeked out of his hair, gaining a few more inches and then stopping. By the feel of them they were elf ears,
which also explained the grace and ease this body felt. The flannel shirt and overalls blended together then
separated once more, the top becoming a green tunic and the bottom a set of fine brown leggings. The thick
leather boots softened and became more fitted, the color becoming a soft tan. The new elf man's features
refined themselves with high cheekbones and a slender nose.
Tyler eyed the elf appreciatively. He angled himself and rubbed his hand along his flank. "Care to go for a
ride?" he asked. Beneath his torso, his large horse cock began to poke from its sheath. Somewhere in the back
of his mind he was shouting at himself, crying out that he wasn't gay and this was wrong, but his new serene
attitude pushed it aside. Why worry about all that? He was here now, he was a magnificent centaur stallion,
and there was a beautiful elf before him. What more was there to think of now than this?