A little longer won't hurt

Taylor closed his eye, breathing in and out to calm his current sensations. He rationalized his decision, thinking of how much of a pain it is going to be to get back down into the apartment and then out again later. He could hold out a little longer.

After a couple minutes of talking himself down, he relaxed enough to start enjoying himself again. Moving around, rearing up, rolling onto the grass, and just having a fun time all around. He got so caught up on it, that it took him a minute to notice the woman standing at the back corner of the yard.

"Oh shit!" He shouted and stumbled when he finally noticed. "It's not what it looks like, i swear!"

The slam held out a hand, calmly.

"It's okay." She spoke up. "I... I understand."

She looked calm, which began to calm down Taylor, but the look on her face and the way she held herself also hinted to him that something was wrong.

"I know... how it feels." She said, her eyes looking away and down.

Taylor calmed down and slowly walked towards her.

"Is something wrong?" He asked. Concern crossed his face as she looked like she was about to cry.

"I need your help." She still wasn't meeting his gaze, and he almost didn't hear her.

"Sure. What do you need?"

"Can we go inside first?" She asked.

"Oh. Yeah. Absolutely." It hadn't occurred to him at first, but maybe she was trying to hide herself. It made sense now that he got a look at it. She was in the back corner of a privately walled yard in what he now noted was a long trench coat.

"Follow me."

It took Taylor a couple minutes to get down the cement steps and back into his apartment. The woman following quietly behind him.

As she walked through the door he also noticed that she was really tall. Maybe 6'9" or more by his guess.

"Sorry it's kind of a mess in here. I don't usually have visitors."

The woman shook her head, then spoke up again.

"I'm guessing you already know about Black Magic Novelties, from the look of it."

"Uh. Kinda." Taylor tilted his head.

"Well... you know how it changes you?" She asked

"Wait, what?" The shock in Taylor's voice was evident.

"Well, yeah... Cause you're a centaur now. You didn't notice?"

"No, this is just a suit." Taylor spoke up, "I can take it off whenever." And he poked at the latex to find the seam between it and his waste. It wasn't there. He scratched and tried pulling at it for a second as he began to panic, but the latex went right up until it blended and became one with his own skin.

"Woah... Woah..." the woman was reaching up, trying to calm Taylor who was very much starting to freak out.

"Wait! But I...! How?!" *crack! "Fnnngggh!"

Taylor grabbed the back of his head, where it has slapped the ceiling again. He felt like he was going to black out for a second and could see bright spots in his vision. Then he felt a hand slide down his right flank. And then again. And he slowly opened his eyes to see the woman running her hand over the horse part of his body.

"It's okay." She said calmly. "It'll be okay now... I think."

"Who are you?" Taylor finally spoke up.

"My name is Rinni. I know what you're going through, and I think we can help each other."

One Taylor seemed calm enough, Rinni moved around in front of him and dropped her trench coat. From her neck down to her ankles she was wrapped tight in a nude color latex body suit. She was sporting at least L cups, and had almost unnaturally wide hips. Her long black hair flowed down to her ass, and he thought further before he noticed something else, a tail. A horse tail. The same black color of the long mane of hair falling from her head.

"Oh, shit." Taylor muttered softly.