Commissioned by  fernin as a Christmas present for our friend  felitaur

Sketch and Linework by  amaraburrger

Sapphire groaned, stirring without opening her eyes as she passed from the mist of dreams into unhappy wakefulness.

“Nggghh…” The luminarian struggled to rise, but quickly gave up. This was going to be a rough morning. Her mouth might as well have been stuffed with cotton, and her body felt heavy and foreign. Her tail flicked in annoyance, its wooly tuft glancing off the stiff muscles of her flanks. Well, at least SOMETHING seemed to be working right.

Sapphire's eyelids finally dragged up across gritty blue eyes, revealing the blurry sight of her workshop bathed in the golden light of the morning. Alright, that was normal at least. Her too-large tongue worked in her mouth, wiping foul-tasting film off her fangs as she smacked her lips. “Uggghhh… what did I do last night…?”

The sparkling buzz of magic from Sapphire’s necklace served as a final wake-up call, jolting the luminarian into full wakefulness. With a fizz of mana discharge, the image of her husband materialized to one side of the faint embers of the open hearth under her cauldron. Dawn’s image blinked and shook its head, then jumped in surprise. “S-sapphire? What happened?!"

“Mggh,” replied the groggy female. She lifted off her forelimbs and sat up, shaking her head distractedly to banish the strange signals her body was giving her. “You tell me.”

“You, uh…” the male started, then trailed off. A smile gradually spread across his muzzle. “Late night?”

“I think so.” Sapphire smoothed down the matted fur on her face with one distracted hand, then paused. That… seemed wrong somehow. Hand…? Not forepaw…? 

“I ask because…” Dawn’s smile split into a full-fledged grin. “You seem awfully TAURed…”

Sapphire stared down at herself, mind reeling as her gaze swept down the unfamiliar lines of a humanoid torso and back down the more familiar shape of what HAD been her body and was now merely her lower half. “I…”

Dawn was shaking now, unsuccessfully trying to restrain his giggling. “Too TAURed, I said!”

“I…” Sapphire crossed her new arms over the unfamiliar swell of her chest and scowled. “I’m going to get some coffee. When you’re done with your ‘jokes’, maybe we can figure out what just happened.”

“TAURed, get it?” Dawn’s image rocked back, rolling on the ground as he dissolved into peals of full-throated laughter.

“Ugggggh!"

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I don't draw centaurs often, and I think that's a bummer. Centaurs can be fun, they can be given a cool spin.

Please, let me know what you think of it in the comments. I appreciate every single one I receive.

You can check the Making Of post right here!

Thank you!