Wile I pondered the meaning of my misinterpreted wish, I sensed new memory invading my mind. They weren't overwriting my old ones but, somehow, I knew they would always come to mind far easily.
First, came memories from my childhood. I vaguely remember a scandal about a mad scientist, a specialist in genetic who mixed horse and human DNA. Extremely young at the time, I didn't care until a few month latter, when I met Kelly for the first time.
Kelly was one among hundreds of centaurs born from the madman's experiments, (counting only the viable ones) and the first one to be adopted. Few of her ‘siblings’ were so lucky, alas.
It was her adoptive parents who named her. For her creator, she was just H4H-4004, the barcode under her left breast saying as much. H4H-4004, the experiment #4004 of the ‘Humans on 4 Hooves’ project. And you want to know the worst part? To this day, most centaurs still don't have a proper name, their H4H code being their only identity. Would it be so hard to give them a decent name?!?
I may have become fast friend with Kelly, but unlike me, most of humanity shunned centaurs, and still does. And being friend with the four-legged part of humanity, peoples don't care much about me either. Thankfully, the equino-human (or humano-equine, depending whom you speak with) is very accepting of the few biped being friendly toward them.
Kelly and I grew side by side, and being kid, she would never let anyone ride on her back. But as she grew, she made an exception for me. For a long time, I only through of it as a friendly gesture on her part. After all, my love for her was irreverent. Not being a centaur, how could I have any chance with her?
I only realized how wrong I was after chatting with another centauress. "Did you ever wonder why among centaurs the females, like me, are so picky about who can ride on their saddle, when the male don't care on the slightest?" When I shook my head negatively, she added. "Think about it: The better way for a centaur to DO me, it's to RIDE me!" I never saw riding on her back as something sexual before, but that totally changed since.
We were dating for two whole years now, Kelly and me, our relationship clearly being something serious. Sure, the fact she was part horse and I wasn't complicated our sexual life, but nothing we can't adapt to. And so I started to wonder if we could have children together someday, or if we would have to adopt. "We might look like human torso grafted on a headless horse," answered Kelly "but our DNA is far more human than horse. So unless you got a problem with possibility having four-legged kids…" her tone becoming seductive.
Then a last memory changed. Instead making a magic show, I organized a picnic with Kelly after her work, to excuse myself for making her clothes disappear.