“Oh my god, Rick,” said the blonde, grabbing the black-haired one’s arm, “Centaurs! Where the hell are we?”
“Who the hell are you?” Sharon demanded.
“Sharon?” the blonde said incredulously, recognizing the face of the centaur with the male horse-part and the female human-part. “It’s me, Jim -- don’t you recognize me?” she said, forgetting her new appearance.
Sharon frowned. “I don’t think so -- Jim is right over there, with his -- or should I say her -- friend Rick,” she said, gesturing at the two mares. “Unless -- you didn’t see any ferrets hanging around, did you?”
The black-haired one said, “The last thing I remember, we were in the locker room at school. Although, there do seem to be bits of fur on our clothes.”
Sharon laughed, “Then I guess that solves my dilemma. I can send these two back to their normal lives, and keep you two around to play with. It’ll be having my cake and eating it too.”
The two girls cowered against each other. “Sharon, this isn’t like you...” Jim protested.
“It may not be, for your Sharon.” She shook her head pityingly at the thought. “But with the ferrets involved, you could easily wind up in a completely different universe. Like this one, apparently. But never mind that for now.”
Sun Feb 14 04:57:17 1999
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