Soul of the Centaur!
True Form:
Suddenly, something had just clicked. Inside of me. Something had slipped into place. Knowing who I am. A Centaur. No longer a mere girl, but a centaur fillie.
Something I'm proud of. Not that I'm prideful. Just that, why be ashamed of it. To hide it? This is who I am. My dreams sudenly making sence.
Maybe I had been a centaur in my dreams all my life? The black hide of my back. Red hooves. It's not as if these came from ponies. Even if I had adored ponies. My heroes were always ponies, I guess?
Guess this is why the seat at school felt so tight?
Something I'm proud of. Not that I'm prideful. Just that, why be ashamed of it. To hide it? This is who I am. My dreams sudenly making sence.
Maybe I had been a centaur in my dreams all my life? The black hide of my back. Red hooves. It's not as if these came from ponies. Even if I had adored ponies. My heroes were always ponies, I guess?
Guess this is why the seat at school felt so tight?