The last few minutes were counting down. I turned eighteen a few months ago; this was happening. My thumb brushed Sable's smiling face as I cut her out of a picture I printed off. I was a guy with a dream. I asked her if she was ok with me having the picture after Luna gave it to me. She didn't have to know what I was doing with it. I stuck the picture on my ceiling beside some glow-in-the-dark stars. I read about a visualization technique online and saw some people try it with some success. When I turned the pictures a certain way, it looked like the centaur girl was chasing the stars. Her ears were so fluffy and cute I wish I could touch them already. But that was considered intimate. I didn't want to look weird.
I attached a few of the ones I managed to take of her until it felt like my ceiling was full enough. When an ability was about to form, it was important to keep the image of my goal in mind.
I touched my chest and thought that in a few hours an invisible organ would light up. A window would appear in my vision that only I could see. From that point on, I would be an ascender.
Until then, I needed to focus on the plan.
The ability I needed when my core awoke was called body modification. It allowed the user to alter their body into a myriad of shapes and sizes. With every tier up from black, the ability evolved, allowing the user to take on more complex forms.
Sable was hugging a man in the picture. Mr. Hill was a yellow tier and not Sable's biological father. No, that honor belonged to Mrs. Hill's boss, the lead attorney of her firm and a centaur, Robert White. He parked his Ferrari down the street, trotted up to her house, and stayed. I looked up his license plate and found a picture of him beside the Ferrari. He had the same-colored coat as Sable: grey with black spots.
I would imagine that's where her little sister, Franky, and brother, Eustice, came from. Not one of them has features like Mr. Hill. In mixed-couple relationships, it's often the mother who decides what species the offspring will be. Poor Mr. Hill might suspect, but I doubted he knew.
Before I did my research, I assumed that Sable could belong to Mr. Hill until I studied further. Centaur coats were as mysterious as horses; I almost gave up until I read an article about the mechanics of the act. A centaur's cavity was too big unless Mr. Hill was packing 18 inches; it was unlikely his sperm could reach Mrs. Hill's cervix.
Artificial means were also possible. Part of me thought about asking Mrs. Hill to put a good word in for me. I couldn't; she was already doing too much for me. Mrs. Hill was going to handle my employment contract with a tower management firm. I was about to become an ascender; I needed to clear towers like every ascender. Sable was a friend of Luna, my foster sister; she was only charging a small fee from my initial earnings.
Soon I would be under the same roof as Sable. That would be my chance. All I had to do was act cool.
I researched compatibility beforehand. That was one of the first things I searched for when it happened. She visited Luna's home; they were having a sleepover. What I saw in that dark hallway has filled my dreams with bliss ever since. Her tail whipped in the dark, showing me the secrets she hid, and my young mind never forgot them. I stayed in my room that night so I wouldn't disturb them, but when I got up for a glass of water, I saw her in her night clothes. She looked back at me and smiled cutely. Sable didn't know she left her panties in my sister's room before she left it for the bathroom.
I'm glad she didn't leave them. There was no telling what a 13-year-old me would have done to them.
Since then, I knew she had to be mine. Something awoke inside me, guiding my path since that day. I learned what centaurs wanted in a man and found where other human men failed.
Five years after that day, I kept my cool and prepared. I drew in essence in the morning and evening without complaint, never taking more than my allotted amount. The tax collector's office often gave me irritated looks because my record was so clean. I didn't litter; I did my part to keep our countryside clean. When I fought, it was always official sparring, and I didn't sneak into any dungeons before my core awakened.
Today was the day I would gain the ability I needed to do what Mr. Hill couldn't: I would breed a centaur. I licked my lips and tried not to think of all the things I would do to that beautiful creature. My fist was the fist that would pierce the heavens between her legs. I gritted my teeth and imagined all the toys we would play with.
Why did that feel so dumb? Its what I wanted I knew I wanted it. I used to go to their house.
My alarm went off, and I felt the essence in my body tip over the edge. Waves of pressure passed through my body, followed by a sudden pull. All the essence I primed my body with pulled together in the center of my being. Pain lanced through my frontal lobe. My third eye opened; I could see through my spirit.
I closed my physical eyes and looked through it.
Stan.exe Smite
Core: Black: Low
Skills
Physical 0/2
Mind 0/2
Spirit 0/2
Ability: Loot Drop: Place your hand upon a defeated enemy and transform them into items related to their being, location, and your need.