Page 20 of Centaur Bolt

“I am not an idiot.”

“Thens grows clothings.” The big Dragon moved away as though he couldn’t stand to be near me.

Iskar said,He might be on to something.

What?

Theoretically, you should be able to grow yourself some clothes. Which I would recommend. It’s damned chilly in this place.

I am neither a Dragon nor a Unicorn.

No, you are something new. If you’d rather dangle around shivering, be my guest.

I’m not dangling.

You would be if you were standing.

Okay, the damned Gryphon had a point. Human genitals were not contained like my equine ones had been. Not unless I found myself another set of uncomfortable pants.

Growing scales as clothing suddenly had a lot more appeal.How in the realms do I do this?

Visualize scales growing on your body.

We just got the scalesoffmy body.

Yes, well, this is just about scales. Not the wings and teeth and other things. Let’s give it a go.

Itwasdamn cold in this place. I closed my eyes and visualized scales growing on my shins. I felt Iskar’s energy pushing through me.

With a surge, the shrieking beast arose. I stiffened, but Iskar’s presence interfered, driving it back with a mental roar.

Shaking, I opened my eyes, and saw that my shins had a thick scattering of fine scales that shimmered green, but I thought were likely brown or bronze. Dotted through them were paler ones—just like my dappled equine coat.

Excellent.

Wouldn’t have used the word excellent, myself. Bare human skin appeared at random throughout. It hardly looked like any Dragon clothing I’d ever seen.

You’ll get better at it. Keep going.

I visualized them growing up my thighs. My skin tingled and prickled, but when I reached the groin…

What do I do now?Even the thought—certain things should not be messed with. Most certainly not by amateurs.Do they grow right on top?

No, around, to cup everything.

I stopped myself from looking down.That’s a lot to cup. How do I do it?

I have no idea.

I pushed a hand over my face.You started this!

Yes, well, you have to finish it.

I did my best. In the end, I wasn’t sure it would stand up to a lot of wiggling. Or walking.

Okay, enough fiddling. Do the body.

I extended the scales up my abdomen, but something felt different—I looked down to see chocolate-brown fur dappled with paler gold.

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