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Part 1 Giving a second Chance (Centaur Dullahan TF)
🕑 Added 2025-10-16 21:00:06 +0000 UTCThe iron door groaned open as Diana slipped past the guard with a radiant smile. Well… technically it was her third attempt at a charm, the first two sputtering into nonsense rhymes, but she chose not to dwell on that. She was a goddess of hope, of second chances, of helping others. And definitely not of evil or embarrassing failures.
She told herself that again as she padded down the corridor, skirts brushing the stone floor, until she reached the cell.
Inside, Hugh Everett sat hunched on the narrow cot, dark hair lank, his robe torn and stained. He barely glanced at her when she stepped up to the bars.
“Hugh Everett,” Diana announced in her best ‘divine voice,’ which cracked at the end. “I am the goddess Diana Durah. And I am here to—”
“Oh, you,” Hugh interrupted, his voice hoarse but sharp. “The grey skinned lunatic who tossed me into this pit. What, come to gloat?”
Diana flinched. “I didn’t want to toss you in here! But you and your friends tried to rob me.”
“You’re a glowing stranger with freakish powers wandering the road. What was I supposed to do? Offer you tea?” He leaned forward, eyes flashing. “You threw me in chains, girl. I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth. Go play ‘goddess’ somewhere else.”
Diana’s jaw tightened. This was not how this was supposed to go. “Look, I said I was sorry. But I am a goddess—”
“Then piss off,” Hugh snapped, turning his back.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides. Fine. If words weren’t enough, she’d show him. She drew herself up, voice ringing with sudden determination:
“Hugh Everett. Standard mage. Once a politician, then a corrupt one, now reduced to a thief in the mud. I know who you are. And whether you like it or not…” She pressed her palms against the bars, leaning in with fierce conviction. “…I am going to give you a second chance. Because that’s what good goddesses do.”
The silence hung heavy in the cell, broken only by Hugh’s bitter laugh. “Try it, I dare you!” he barked, rising from the cot just enough to sneer.
“Oh, I will.” Diana squared her shoulders, her eyes beginning to glow faintly gold. “Let’s start with this. Hugh, it is no secret that you are well-trained and strong, right? Much stronger than your average adventurer.”
Hugh blinked. “What are you talking about? You said it yourself, I am a mage. I barely… do… any—” His words caught in his throat. He stumbled, gripping the wall as a strange heat coursed through his limbs.
His frame stretched upward, shoulders broadening, arms thickening with new definition. Muscles swelled against his ragged sleeves, his chest expanding with each shuddering breath. Hugh clenched his fists and realized he could feel power thrumming in them, like he had spent a lifetime swinging swords instead of ink-stained quills.
He gasped. “Wait… I… what in the hells—?”
Diana beamed. “See? You look like you’ve been training every day.”
“That doesn’t prove anything!” Hugh snapped, though his voice shook. He flexed an arm despite himself, eyes darting to the solid muscle beneath his skin. “It’s just… part of being a man! Yeah! Training is part of being a man!”
Diana tilted her head, thinking aloud. “What if you were no man?”
The words slipped out before she could stop herself.
Hugh froze, a cold shiver shooting through him. His body trembled, heat rushing across his chest. With a startled groan, his broad torso narrowed and curved inward, while his chest pressed outward into two heavy, feminine swells. His face tingled, the harsh lines smoothing, lips fuller, lashes darkening. A sharp ache below his waist left him gasping, and when it subsided, he knew, horrified, that something vital was simply… gone.
She staggered back against the wall, staring down at herself in disbelief. Her voice broke, softer now, higher, a near-stranger’s tone spilling from her throat. “Wh-what… what did you do…?”
Diana winced, pressing her hands to her cheeks, whispering to herself. “Oh no, oh no… I didn’t mean to…! I just forgot to… turn it off after the first miracle!” She glanced at the transformed figure, who now seemed more like a bewildered woman than the bitter man from before.
The prisoner touched her altered form, trembling. For some reason, Hugh felt the name Heather flash through her thoughts, absurdly natural, as though she had always been her. She looked back up at Diana with wide, furious, confused eyes.
“You’re insane,” Heather whispered. “You’re actually insane.”
Diana coughed, then forced a confident smile. “No! No, this is fine! This is… part of your second chance! Yes. Definitely intentional. You see, I’m… shaping you into something greater.”
She clasped her glowing hands together, determination blazing despite her panic. “And that means we might need to go a little further.”
Diana cleared her throat, voice carrying that divine echo again. “You are an honorable knight who’d gladly take on enemies for her party.”
“No…! I’m—” Heather clutched at her temples, stumbling to her knees. Thoughts like shining lances pierced into her mind, strange convictions weaving into her memories. She wanted to defend others. She wanted to throw herself between blades and those too weak to fight. She groaned, as though someone had just hammered virtue directly into her skull.
“But you are,” Diana pressed, stepping closer, eyes bright. “A knight with the strength of a horse-rider all on her own, an immovable tank of the frontlines who would take any blow for her friends and teammates.”
Heather’s chest heaved, lips trembling as the weight of those ideals pushed down on her. Then came the heat again, searing through her hips, her thighs, her very bones.
She gasped as her lower body stretched and lengthened unnaturally, the prison rags tearing at the seams. Her backside swelled outward, covered in sleek fur, her legs reshaping and snapping into powerful, equine limbs. Hooves struck the stone floor with a clatter that echoed down the corridor.
Heather screamed as her waist pulled like taffy, torso anchoring to the rapidly growing horse-body. The stone creaked under her expanding weight. With a sickening pop of bone, another set of legs burst forth behind her, shuddering before solidifying into muscular horse haunches. She collapsed onto all fours with a thunderous crash, now towering, massive, undeniably a centaur.
Diana clapped her hands together, trying her best not to face palm, wispering. “...why did I say ‘like a horse-rider’ and then imagined a centaur? Oh dear…” Her voice wavered, her smile too wide. “I mean, this is totally what I was going for.”
Heather lifted her new equine body uncertainly, shaking, her hands gripping the bars of the cell. She stared at Diana with eyes brimming with fury and disbelief. “You call this a second chance?!”
Diana nodded with all the enthusiasm of someone bluffing through an exam. “Absolutely. Look at you!”
“I look at me and see a pair of tits on a horse body that for some reason really wants to protect people,” Heather shot back, tail flicking in frustration. “This is absolutely not who I am.”
“Then what are you?” Diana asked, her smile curling mischievously.
“I am a politician. A speaker and a thinker. Not some sort of brute. I am someone who works behind the scenes, not in the heat of the moment.” Heather’s voice rang sharp, as though she were still on a stage, declaring policy.
“There’s nothing saying you can’t be both at once,” Diana countered, her eyes gleaming with golden light. “You can have your head in politics and your body in battle. No greater honor than that.”
The words sank into the air like a command. Heather’s horse-body trembled, her fur darkening shade by shade into midnight black. An aura like cold steel rose from her frame, and her eyes flashed pitch-black.
And then, with a sudden, slicing snap, her head lifted free of her shoulders. It floated just above her body, lips parting in shock. “What is goi—”
Before she could finish, the head winked out of existence, vanishing as though plucked from reality.
Both goddess and centaur body froze. The silence was deafening.
“…Right,” Diana said finally, clapping her hands together. “That was… unexpected.”
The headless centaur shifted on her hooves, then calmly raised a thumbs up.
Diana blinked. “…Do you know where your head is?”
Another thumbs up.
“…By chance, is it in some sort of political meeting room alongside other politicians?”
The centaur gave two very firm thumbs up.
“Awesome,” Diana muttered, dragging her hand down her face. “Of course it is.”
For a long moment, they stood there, goddess and her unintended creation, the air thick with awkward silence.
Finally, Diana let out a long sigh. “Well, this… sure was a way to give someone a new life, wasn’t it? But hey, you’re alive, you’re honorable, you’re… probably terrifying to look at, but in a cool way. And you’re not robbing people anymore. That’s progress!”
The centaur straightened and gave a knightly bow, her movements smooth and deliberate. She then trotted to the entrance of the cell, standing sentinel like a loyal guard.
Diana placed her hands on her hips, forcing a smile. “Okay. So… do you mind waiting here while I, uh, try a second-chance miracle on your friends?”
The headless body nodded firmly, as if pledging herself to the goddess’s cause.
Diana exhaled, rolling her shoulders as she stepped back toward the next cell. “Alright. First try was… a little messy. But the second one? The second one I’ll get right. Definitely. Probably.”
Her eyes flickered gold again, the faintest nervous tremor in her smile.
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I am the goddess of second chances! I will help those inmates to see the light and turn around their lives! Yeah!
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