Tye popped back into his room and stretched out on the bed. A giant flat screen TV appeared on the wall opposite, and a steaming hot pizza and large soda popped into existence a moment later. Tye relaxed and grinned as the TV came on and showed the adventurers he had just left. They were putting together a meal from basic rations and water, and trying to figure out the basics of setting up camp. As he pulled a slice of pepperoni pizza out, he shifted the view to focus on Mike. The centaur was off tot he side, relaxing while his new personal slave groomed him. Tye chuckled as he watched the naked boy working tirelessly on the centaur. "Damn, Mike. You really are a slow learner. He even looks the same as the kid who got you before."
Back at the camp and oblivious to Tye's observation, Mike was deciding that he could get used to having his friend stuck as a stable boy. Brian must have gotten some knowledge along with the form, because the former elf was doing an expert job. Mike's hooves had been picked and cleaned, his mane and tail brushed out and plaited, and his coat shone like that of a show horse. The boy had even cleaned his human parts, though Mike had objected when filthy fingers started picking at his nostrils. Even that resistance was starting to crumble. Brian seemed to live to serve the centaur, brining him water, setting up a nice sleeping spot for the centaur, and massaging his legs and chest with surprising strength.
Joe and Christine were off in their own areas, as a dragon and an elf had different requirements from Mike, while Brian was happy being with Mike. Whent he centaur folded his legs and lay down on the grass mat that Brian had prepared, the boy came over and started brushing Mike's hair. He also made another try at cleaning Mike's nose and mouth, but this time the centaur let him continue. The attention made him sleepy - he was vaguely surprised that the constant touching and handling was not annoying.
Back in the real world, Tye started his third slice of pizza, grinning as the TV showed Brian's fingers carefully picking dried mucus from flared, dark nostrils. Very equine nostrils. Mike's face was starting to look more like a horse's muzzle, and the half-lidded eyes had swollen into liquid-brown animal orbs. When Mike finally opened his eyes, he was going to find the world looked a bit different.