(Woman to Centaur)
(Man to Filly)

April O’Neil grinned to the camera, a wide smile on her face. “Hi there, I’m April O’Neil with Channel Six News. We’re here today to investigate a number of disappearances at O’Callaghan Ranch. Not just one; not just two; but three women have gone missing, leaving us with questions and no answers.”

The camera clicked off and she let out a small sigh, bracing herself for what came next. People, especially farm owners, never took kindly to reporters accusing them of murder.

The woman looked down to her body, making sure her uniform was in order. Her Channel 6 jumpsuit was shockingly bright against the farmstead, but it looked lovely with her hair. Plus, it was perfectly pressed; the non-wrinkle material perfect as always save for the color. She just hoped that the cameraman could work out the color balance.

She looked at Jon, her partner for this particular outing. He wasn’t her usual guy, but that didn’t really bother her. Cameramen were a come-and-go thing for field reporters, and while she had her favorites; she didn’t have the seniority to actually secure any of them.

And right now, this cameraman looked to be enraptured with the local equines. He had panned away from April to focus on the horses, magnificent mares. They pranced about on the plains, and April sighed.

She really couldn’t blame her cameraman for that; Jon wasn’t too bad; he was a lot better than Fenwick, her other usual. Besides, on some of her more… unusual cases, even April had been completely enraptured by her subjects. That being said, she’d still need to whip the man into shape.

“Hey!” April snapped her fingers. “Eyes up here!”

Jon colored slightly, bringing his camera up to focus back on April. “Sorry, ma’am.” He muttered, working the lens to focus it again. “It’s just… Don’t you think that horses are really pretty?”

April sighed, placing her hands on her yellow-clad hips. “A little.” She shrugged, tossing her hair a little. “In truth, they’re not really all that great. I kind of find them… dirty?”

She laughed at the gobsmacked look on Jon’s face. “Don’t stare at me like that. You try thinking of them as clean after filming a parade. Three hours of staring at a horse’s butt, and you realize that they just kind of… go wherever they please.”

Jon blinked, closing his open jaw. “Oh. That makes sense. Guess nobody could think of horses the same after seeing them like that.”

“Seeing them like that wasn’t the worst bit.” April chuckled, waving her hand in front of her nose. “It was smelling them.” She turned, waiting for their contact at the farm to come up to meet them. To her surprise, the little homestead was completely vacant.

“Hey, Jon…” April looked over her shoulder to the cameraman. “We did have an interview scheduled with these guys, right?”

“Uh…” The man paused and flipped open his PDA. He hefted his camera slightly as he flicked on its screen, looking up to April with a nod. “Yeah, 3:30. Says right here.” He held up the device as he spoke.

“That’s what I thought.” April sighed, looking back to the homestead. “Maybe they want us to walk up. Come on, let’s see if anyone’s home.”

Jon bit his lower lip. “H-hey, what if they get mad at us?”

April spun with a smile. “I don’t see any ‘No Trespassing’ signs, do you?” She turned back to the little farmhouse, strutting towards it with an air of self-importance about her.

Jon watched her go with wide eyes, then scrambled to follow her, lugging his camera along with him. He still thought it was a terrible idea, but he’d been hired to record her today. And as long as his pay held, he’d do his job well.

April arrived at the door with a thin smile: she saw Jon in the reflection of the glass behind her. She waved for him to switch on his camera, and he did so just in time for her to knock at the door.

When no response immediately came, she knocked again.

“Hold your horses! Well, not literally I mean; figure of speech.” A crotchety voice came from within the house, accompanied by an odd clicking of something hard on wood. It sounded too irregular to be boots; too heavy to be anything but a man’s tread.

The top half of the door swung open, and a grizzled old man poked his head out. April couldn’t make too much of him out, but from what she could see the man was holding himself up with a cane. That explained the odd sounds, at least.

“You want something?” He asked, his mustache twitching as he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed upon the reporter. Then he snapped his fingers, pointing at her with a wry grin. “I recognize you! Yeah, you’re that gal from the television.”

April nodded, extending her hand. “April O’Neil, Channel Six news.”

The old man took it with a smile. “Shit, was that today? Pardon the language, I mean. You can censor that; yeah?” He tipped his hat back, his cane clicking against the ground as he shifted backwards. The man had the oddest habit: it sounded like he tapped it thrice for every stride of one of his legs.

“Yes and yes. Don’t worry, we can make this quick if you’d prefer.” April grinned at him, her red hair vibrant in the evening air.

“I suppose we’ll have to be. Me and mine close up visiting hours past sundown. It’s when we get our best work done, you see.” He chuckled, tucking his cane under his arm.

April’s eyes widened slightly as she caught full sight of the wooden rod. Then she masked her surprise, turning back to Jon with a grin. “This is Jon, my cameraman.”

The old man blinked. “Oh! Hell, I’m sorry; that was rude of me. I’m Clint O’Callaghan. Owner of this ranch. We getting started now, then?”

April nodded. “I’d like to.” She then turned to Jon with a small smile. “Good evening. I’m April O’Neil, here at O’Callaghan farms with the owner himself.”

“That’s me.” Clint waved sheepishly to the camera.

April nodded, masking her irritation at the interruption. “We’re here to hopefully uncover some of this farm’s dirty secrets; potential causes behind the rash of recent disappearances.”

Clint’s face fell slightly, and he frowned as April turned to him. “Now, I already told the police this. We don’t know nothing about missing persons. Far as we know, it could just be folks… Getting lost?”

The redheaded reporter frowned, her microphone at the ready. “Lost? Do you have any idea how improbable that sounds? That three people happened to ‘get lost’ on your grounds?”

“Well what else do you suppose happened?” The farmhand scowled at her, his eyes narrowed.

“Suppositions are for writers, Mister O’Callaghan.” April spoke with a small smile. “I’m a reporter and we deal in things far more concrete than that. I suppose nothing. But I propose that there is someone around your farm abducting people.”

Clint frowned, and he glared at them. “What? Well, that’s ridiculous!” The man tapped his cane on the ground with a soft thump. “My kin and I, we do our best to make sure nothing wrong happens here; we can’t afford to have our horses spooked!”

“Yes.” April nodded. “So what of the possibility that some of your ‘kin’ have taken things a little too far?”

Clint shook his head. “No, that couldn’t be. We have the signs, you’ve seen them. ‘No Entry Unless Invited’. We do our best to keep out of folks’ way.”

April grinned. “But what if ‘folks’ didn’t keep out of yours?” Her grin only widened as Clint’s brow furrowed, and she pressed her point. “What if someone working for your farm happens to be trigger-happy or worse, and they’ve been covering their tracks?”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she spoke. This was it! She was really performing investigative journalism; uncovering secrets! More than that, though. If she managed to pull off this interview, it would mean her immediate promotion.

Clint opened his mouth; then he closed it again. “No more questions.” The man gruffly said, slamming the half-open door with a scowl.

“Sir?” April knocked at the door, a growing sense of unease in her chest. “Sir, would you care to come out?”

No response came from the closed door, save for the ever-quieter sounds of clicking on wood.

“I guess that’s that.” Jon said, clicking off his camera.

April spun to face him, her eyes wide. “Are you joking? This might be one of our biggest scoops yet!”

“Oh?” Jon asked, arching an eyebrow idly. He was beginning to get a good impression of how April went through so many cameramen every year. It was a small miracle that Fenwick was willing to cooperate with her so often.

“Did you see his cane?” April looked back to the door to make sure it was closed; then she looked back to her cameraman with a huge grin.

“Kind of? Wood, right?” Jon furrowed his brow; concentrating on Clint. A moment later, the man shrugged, giving up on it immediately. It wasn’t worth the mental exertion; he’d had a long enough day as is.

“It had a rubber end!” April squeaked excitedly.

“And?” Jon arched an eyebrow.

“The clopping sound of him walking? That couldn’t have been the cane! There’s something really suspicious going on here, and as reporters it’s our job to find out what.” April slammed her hand into her palm with a huge grin.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jon sighed, working on putting his camera back in his bag. The reporter was way too excitable. “We’re reporters. If you think something’s really wrong, then wait for our story to air and for the cops to investigate.”

“But they have been investigated! The police haven’t turned up anything, so it’s up to us!”

“Right. You want me to do overtime to help you investigate ‘FarmGate’?” Jon asked, a little incredulous. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m on clock for the next fifteen minutes, you want me to drive you back?”

He didn’t really need to ask; the farm was in the middle of nowhere and the only other ride out would be to ask the farmers. Jon was sure she’d just see sense and come head back to Channel Six with him.

Instead, April pursed her lips. “No way. I’ve got my cell phone and it has reception. If I really need a ride back, I’ll get some of my friends to pick me up.” Her tone was sour as she spoke. She’d expected more of the man, but people didn’t have any journalistic integrity.

Jon blinked in surprise, then shrugged. He liked April, but he knew when to tell when enough was enough. “Well, suit yourself. And good luck.” He hadn’t expected to say the last bit; but it felt right.

April watched him turn, her red hair shimmering in the dying sunlight. She looked back to the farm, ducking out of sight of the window and waiting for Jon to pull away. Hopefully Clint would think that she’d gone with the cameraman, letting down his guard.

Sure enough, a moment later the top door opened, and Clint’s head poked out. April ducked away, realizing immediately how bad of an idea it was to wear a bright yellow jumpsuit when she was trying to spy on someone.

Thankfully, he somehow didn’t see her. The man nodded to himself, his hat bobbing. Then, the lower half of the door creaked open. That odd clopping sound came from within the doorway, and April ducked a little behind the wall of the house, an anticipatory grin on her face. She had him!

The young woman waited for a few moments before ducking her head out again. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was gazing upon. Clint’s upper body was the same as ever. But his lower body was that of a horse.

April couldn’t believe her eyes. The man was a centaur? Hell, those weren’t even supposed to be real! Even though April had seen some fantastic things in her life, she couldn’t imagine this. The reporter’s hand flew to her phone, preparing to snap a quick shot of the half-horse man.

But, while she’d remembered to disable the flash, she’d forgotten to silence the camera. It clicked loudly, a chime echoing the sound like thunder. “Your image has not been saved! The phone’s external card was improperly removed, and it cannot save to memory!”

“W-wha? Intruders!” Clint shouted, his damning cry echoing throughout the prairie.

April groaned aloud, turning to run. The smarter technology got, the dumber it got, too. She started to run, her legs hammering at the ground. She could probably still get away; even if he was a centaur, it wasn’t like he was that young of a man.

But a few steps in, she hear the thundering of hooves behind her. A strong hand clasped around the back of her neck, lifting the hapless woman in the air. Her legs kicked frantically even as another arm snaked around her waist, turning her around.

“Holy crap, that’s April O’Neil!” A Southern accent greeted April’s ears, and she looked up to find that the centaur who’d grabbed her wasn’t Clint. Instead, he was a good deal younger, with brown hair and a red-freckled face.

The young man looked back up to Clint, who’d just finished running up to meet them. “Come on, we can’t seriously transform her!”

“Wyatt, we need to protect our secret. And sometimes, that means increasing the number of horses we have around here.”

“But pa, I like her!” Wyatt looked up with a wide grin. “We can’t just make her a dumb old mare like the rest of them, can we?” The dark-haired centaur angled his hat back with a cocksure grin.

April’s head was spinning, and she tried to fathom what they were saying. Clint was going to change her into some… Horse? And this new centaur didn’t want that to happen? Things were moving rather fast, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Well… She is important enough that people will miss her.” Clint muttered, his hoarse voice low in the dying light. The man tilted his head down; then he glanced up to his son. “You realize that if I make her one of us, you’ll need to take responsibility for it, right?”

“Sure thing!” The young centaur beamed widely, looking down to April. “I'll tell you how to do this later, hun.”

“How to do wha—oh!” April shivered, an indescribable feeling passing through her frame. It was like a cool shiver mixed with a warm hug, and she couldn't help but sigh in pleasure.

“Well, centaurs are magical creatures, you know?” Wyatt grinned from ear to ear. “And part of that magic means.” He stopped, blinking in surprise. “Oh damn, I really shoulda told you to take off your jumpsuit first.”

April opened her mouth to ash why, but only a moan of content escaped her lips. Her heart hammered in her chest, her brain flitting the line between fear and ecstasy.

Then a large pressure started to form in her legs, accompanied by a loud creaking form her suit. It was like her backside and legs were expanding, getting longer and bulkier with each passing second.

The busty redhead trailed her hands down to the strained suit, biting her lip nervously as he fabric continued to stretch and creak. She whimpered a little in distress, feeling the seams begin to split.

“What's happening?” April asked, another groan escaping her mouth as the pressure continued to build. She looked up to find Clint returning to the house, leaving her alone with Wyatt.

The young half-man smiled. “Something magical.” He cupped her hands in his own, looking down at her changing frame. “You can squeeze, if you feel any—ow!” He yelped comically as April nearly crushed his hands.

“I feel funny.” She admitted, cursing her own weakness yet loving the feeling of her body beginning to change. It was a love she openly loathed, like a vegetarian discovering steak. Her mind rebelled against it, but her instincts demanded she go along.

“I noticed!” Wyatt half-whimpered, immediately regretting his decision to offer her his hands. She was squeezing them tighter and tighter in a vise-like grip, no doubt distressed by her tightening clothes.

Indeed, as the jumpsuit reached its breaking point April squeezed Wyatt's hands tightest of all, falling against the centaur. A loud series of snaps filled the air as the fabric tore in several places, her expanding lower half too much to contain.

It was the kindest relief April could imagine, and she let go of Wyatt's right hand to stroke at his flank, her face still pressed into his side. The sheer solace had briefly overwhelmed her better sensibilities, and the reporter could only live in the comfort of having her expanding body exposed to the air.

She didn't even feel her feet begin to harden, her smooth skin transforming to a dull and calloused hoof. Unlike with her backside, this change was completely numb, and she heard rather than felt her shoes tear apart.

April had been so preoccupied with the tight sensation from earlier that her mind didn't even recognize the numbness, and she scuffed her forming hoof against the ground, glancing down to see this latest change.

The sight should have filled her with dread, but instead she only felt a strange pride. It felt natural to be standing upon such large and strong hooves, and the redhead scuffed her foot against the dirt again, looking at the furrow she'd dug.

“Whoa!” Wyatt had noticed this change, and he wrapped his free hand around April's waist, his fingers interlocking with hers.

“What's that for?” She asked, looking up in confusion at the centaur who was making her one of his own.

A second later, she had her answer. Her legs wobbled, threatening to give way beneath her as they split. It was like they were a cell undergoing mitosis: they bulked up, a small seam dividing them straight down the middle.

April wasn't used to standing on four legs, and she wobbled, glad for the brunette's arm around her waist. He was holding her tightly yet delicately, like he was worried for her safety but afraid that she would break.

Honestly, even in a human such concern would be charming. April found the farmer beginning to grow on her, her nervousness eased by his presence. She loved the way that it felt to be in his arms, to change alongside him.

Silently, the woman began to wish the changes onward. Her back hooves pawed at the ground with anticipation as she felt her legs begin to lengthen, strong muscle forming up and down her new horse's legs. In just a few seconds, she was almost as tall as Wyatt.

“You like that?” Wyatt asked, excited. He saw the smile on her face and began to grin with anticipation himself. He'd been a little worried that what he was doing wasn't entirely okay with his Christian beliefs, but seeing her enjoy it really helped him out.

“I love it.” April breathed, watching as her hindquarters grew even larger, beginning to stretch away from her body. Her back hooves slowly edged away from her, and the woman beamed with pleasure.

Then common sense reasserted itself, and a spike of dread shot into her heart. How could she be enjoying this? She was transforming into a centaur; a half-animal! Her pulse began to quicken as none of the expected fear hit her instincts. Could it be that she was actually enjoying this?

Admittedly, she didn't have the most stress-free workplace, but that was hardly a reason to go along with these changes so much! Even if it certainly was a pleasurable thought to just run across the fields all day, living out a dream vacation.

April's eyes widened as she looked up at Wyatt. “You're changing my mind.” She said, a little accusingly. She didn't mean to sound so spiteful, but the possibility of mental changes was frightening to her.

“No, I swear!” Wyatt looked hurt as he spoke. “I mean, if you'd be a horse, sure; we'd make you lose your mind. But right now the only mental changes are just teaching you how to use your new body!”

April bit her lower lip nervously, shivering as an itchy coat of fur grew all along her horse's half. It was a chestnut red, complementing her hair nicely even though these follicles were hardly as soft.

She then looked up to Wyatt, absentmindedly trailing her right hand along her furred thigh. “But then... Why am I enjoying this?” She admitted her weakness and her bliss in the same sentence.

“Because centaurs are better than people?” Wyatt offered with a small, nervous smile.

For a moment, there was silence between the two; the only sound the popping of April's bones as she continued to change. Her curly red hair lengthened in a strip down her back, leaving her with a rich, red-amber mane.

Then, with a quiet clicking, her tailbone drew away form her body, longer strands of cherry-red fur covering it. It was the same shade as her hair, and April smiled softly as she felt her new horse's tail sway from side to side.

It was a completely new sensation. At least with her extra limbs she was able to reflect on those being similar to her existing ones. April had never had a tail before—well, excluding that one time, but she hardly remembered any of that 'incident'.

Wyatt mistook her silence for irritation, and he coughed nervously. “I mean, not that you were bad as a person. You were gorgeous then—not that you're not gorgeous now, I mean.”

April smiled at him, letting him dig a deeper hole for himself. The young man was kind of cute, and it had been a while since she'd had a boyfriend... Her hindquarters trembled with the thought of being intimate with him, and April couldn't help but feel a faint rush of pleasure at the thought.

Little did she know that her vagina had slid to the rear of her abhuman lower half, its lips darkening. Every spike of pleasure she'd felt had only changed it more and more, her folds tightening even as they grew larger.

April cooed a little as a stiff breeze hit it, and Wyatt stiffened in more ways than one. She brushed some of her hair behind her right ear, feeling it lengthen and grow a little fur. She didn't mind that, right now she just wanted to be with someone; especially such a strong male.

“Um... April?” Wyatt asked nervously, shifting a little in place. The one downside to being a centaur was that there was no way to cover up any arousal; and right now he was nearly at full mast. “I think you might be in heat.”

“And?” She grinned, her heart pounding. The transforming reporter smiled coyly at the centaur who could only be her future mate. “I seem to recall something about your father telling you to take responsibility.”

One of her ears flicked as she gazed upon the farmhand, her chest swelling with joy. She was lucky to have this happen to her; to be partnered with a man like him. Hell, most guys she knew would have jumped her the second that they knew she was in heat.

Ironically, this centaur was more of a gentleman than anyone she'd met before. But while she found that to be immensely attractive, right now she wanted him to be anything but gentle with her. She fell to all four of her knees, her leg hand slipping from Wyatt's to stroke at his erection.

It was larger than she’d thought, giving a new meaning to ‘hung like a horse’. April giggled as he shifted uncomfortably; then April placed her lips against the tip of his cock, giving him a quick kiss.

Wyatt's hat fell of his head as he reared back in surprise, her hands blissfully soft against his aching cock and the echo of her kiss coursing through his senses. The falling brim revealed his own horse's ears, which were standing pert in surprise. “I-I won't do anything unless you absolutely—”

“Everything.” April cut him off with a distant mutter. She looked up to him with a wide anticipatory smile. “I want you to do everything with me.” The now-complete female centaur held his length in both of her hands, and she drew her head closer to his rod.

“Oh? Oh!” Wyatt's face flushed. “Well, if you insist...” He could feel himself throbbing in her hands, needing the release that only lovemaking could bring.

“I do.” April breathed, giving his head another tender kiss. She could feel Wyatt tense from above her, and the horny reporter beamed with pride. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could, fitting his tip into her mouth.

Unfortunately, that was all she could hold. She wanted to take him even deeper, but her jaw was stretched wide enough as is. April considered shoving him in further, but then that might get teeth involved, which was never good.

On the other hand, she could work with this much. April swirled her tongue around his head, pressing her tongue as hard as she could around his equine tip. She played her fingers up and down his length, then was struck by inspiration.

Above her, Wyatt groaned, his heart pounding as he felt her work herself along his length. He’d thought that April had had a talented tongue as a reporter, but this completely blew those preconceptions out of the water. He rocked a little unsteadily on his four feet, savoring every second of her service.

Then April popped his cock out of her mouth with an audible smack. Wyatt began to lean down to her in confusion, only to snap upright a moment later as she started to run her tongue along his shaft.

April chuckled as Wyatt’s hooved feet scuffed nervously at the ground around herself. The redhead had begun to give her husband-to-be an incredible tongue bath, realizing he might need a little more stimulation.

She moved down to his base, lustily lapping away at his balls. She had considered just keeping her work to the head of his cock, but then she decided that she shouldn’t deprive herself of the rest of him. Besides, he had started to grow on her. She liked literally having him in the palm of her hand. Or, to be more accurate, to have him in both hands.

She increased the volume of her licks, using a trick she’d picked up as a reporter to increase the volume. It had the desired effect, Wyatt’s cock beginning to twitch as she paid careful attention to its base. Then she tilted her head, giving long and loving licks to the centaur’s huge cock.

He tensed from above her and April looked up, a coy smile on her face. He was right where she wanted him. The reporter licked her lips, pursing them as she slid her mouth back over his meat again, savoring its rich flavor. She covered his head completely, running both of her hands up and down his shaft.

Wyatt let out a loud moan, unable to take it any longer. His balls clenched, his cock feeling ready to burst. And, as the centauress below him began to flick her tongue at his sensitive head again, he finally climaxed. His large cock spasmed and he fired his load right into April’s mouth.

The reported had anticipated his release, but she failed to account for the volume. One second her mouth was full of his cock; the next her cheeks were bulging as a torrent of cum poured down her throat. Her eyes widened and she gripped onto his cock tighter, gulping down his seed like she’d been dying of thirst.

On the bright side, it was surprisingly sweet, almost like a hot coconut smoothie. April went back to her college days, swallowing as quickly as she could until finally Wyatt’s flow had ebbed to a trickle. She pulled off of him, giving his cock a small kiss as she scooted back out from beneath him, looking at him with a wry smirk.

“How’s that for consummating it?” April asked, arching an eyebrow.

Wyatt’s response was a little gruff and unexpected. “Not bad for foreplay. But turn around and we’ll really get this rodeo on the road.” His face was a little red, and he was already up for round two.

April squeaked with excitement, ready to try out her new body. She turned to the side, her tail flicking to the left to provide the centaur with easy access. “Like this?”

She didn’t need to ask twice.

The centauress beamed excitedly as her partner straddled her, his weight firm and dominant on her back. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his forelegs hanging just a little over midsection.

Then he played his hips forward, walking his hindlegs towards her as he let out a dominant snort. April grinned at the horselike action, then let out a loud whinny as he entered her.

She colored in embarrassment and lust alike, a hand flying to her mouth guiltily. She hadn't mean to do that; it had just come out so instinctively!

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Wyatt breathed, leaning over her to kiss her behind one of her equine ears. With that, he began to piston his hips, driving his large and powerful cock in and out of her.

April nickered and colored a little more, her cheeks turning as red as her hair. She couldn't believe how big he was inside her her! Even though her pussy had been transformed with the rest of her, the centaur still filled her entirely with his girth.

She moaned in pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut as Wyatt shifted slightly, driving at a more sensitive spot. Better yet, he leaned forward a little more, placing a tender kiss on her neck and groping her sensitive breasts.

Pleasure beyond pleasure filled April's mind, and she felt her folds clamp down on him, her pussy trembling with delight. “Have—have you done this before?” April panted, whimpering loudly as he redoubled his assault.

“First time.” Wyatt grinned, his fingers deftly working across her pert nipples. “Guess that makes me a natural.” He drew closer and nibbled at her ear, beaming as it elicited another gasped whinny from his lover.

“M-more.” April whined, grinding her horsey rear back against her lover's massive cock. The motion was just as pleasurable as when she'd done it as a human, if not more so. Her new pussy was either more sensitive or Wyatt was simply that large.

Either way, April was definitely beginning to see some of the advantages of having a half-equine body. She nickered again, the action oddly relieving to her lust-addled mind.

Behind her, Wyatt's heart was hammering. He couldn't believe he was really having sex with one of his kind! And April O'Neil, to boot! The young centaur had fallen in love with her at first sight, and even though he'd thought of it as a simple crush; it had actually come to fruition.

Driven further by lust, Wyatt continued to hammer himself into April's aching sex. Her every gasp was music to his ears; her ragged breaths forming a chorus testament to her bliss.

The auditory stimulation only heightened the sensation of her tight canal, which gripped him in a fervent embrace. It was like her every muscle was doggedly clenched down upon him, determined to milk the man of his seed.

Of course, he was only too willing to oblige. He felt the rush begin to hit him: an aching in his loins first, then across all of his nerves. He wanted, needed to make April his. But first...

Wyatt colored slightly as he spoke. “Whinny for me.” It was a gentle command, whispered just loud enough for April's horselike ears to catch. He'd expected her to scoff; to blush; maybe even to to laugh.

Instead, her soft lips parted, her eyes closed as she let out a warm and loving whinny. The action was enough to drive her to climax herself, and she found her eyes squeezing tighter as she whinnied again, louder this time.

An onrush of sensation swept across the woman, stars dancing across her vision. She'd had sex before, but being a centaur made it so much more ruthlessly intimate. The loving had driven her to a level of euphoria that she'd never thought possible. Its crescendo was only another movement in the symphony, though this was still enough to warm her pounding heart.

She felt Wyatt tense behind her and nickered softly, just in time for another loud whinny to tear itself from her throat. His climax was hardly gentle: a torrent of cum poured from his tip, flowing into April's accepting chambers.

She groaned, savoring the heat of her lover's seed within her; loving how hot he made her feel. She could feel him inside her, his massive member twitching with the echoes of bliss. Wyatt's powerful semen mixed with her own fluids, and April trembled in delight, feeling some of them dribble out from her entrance.

Wyatt panted, a soft nicker passing through his own lips as he moved to slide off of his mate. Instead, and much to his surprise, she cupped one of his hands in her own, kissing it and pulling him closer to herself.

“Let's just be like this for a while...” She mumbled, her equine legs finally giving way and letting her slump to the ground, totally spent.

Wyatt followed her down, his arms slipping around her in a loving embrace. “Whatever you say, my love.” No sooner had the words passed through his lips than he realized the ridiculousness of them. She'd just met him; how could she ever return his feelings so soon? Wyatt mentally chided himself, almost distracting himself from her response.

“Love? You'd better do one better than that, dear.”

Wyatt blinked in surprise at April's words, looking down to find her smiling softly.

“Your father told you to take responsibility, didn't he? That means I'm yours for more than just a lover's fling.” As the former reporter spoke, her cheeks colored a little.

Somehow that only made her words seem all the stronger, and Wyatt swallowed. “Are you saying...” He trailed off, his eyes wide with the implication.

“I'm more than saying. Wyatt, will you marry me?” April's hear hammered as she spoke even though she knew the answer. It might have seemed a little quick to ask him to be hers for life so soon; but life went to the eager and ready. And she was both.

“Of course!” He grinned back, holding her tightly in his arms. “But isn't it my job to propose to you?”

“I was worried you'd never get around to it. And I want to see your honeymoon plans sooner, rather than later.” April said with a small smile, looking back at her new fiancé with a smile. She couldn't invite anyone she knew to the wedding, which meant they could have it all the sooner.

Wyatt took to this latest declaration well, smiling as he started to make plans of his own. If she wanted to be married, he'd be more than willing to oblige.

*** Epilogue ***

A few days later, a car pulled up in front of the farm. The door opened and Jon walked out, concern written plain across his features. April watched from the barn, a stern glare on her features. She ran her fingers along the golden band on her finger, feeling an unexpected nervousness on her face.

Her cameraman walked up to the front door, knocking on it a little agitatedly. Clint answered, their words lost to the distance between them. April seethed inwardly, her teeth almost audibly grinding against one another as her hooves scraped at the ground.

A small part of her mind told her to consider it a compliment that he'd returned for her. However, that part was drowned out by the memories of him abandoning her to her fate. Even if it was a fate she thoroughly enjoyed; she still wanted a little revenge.

Wyatt trotted up beside her, putting a calming hand on her shoulder. “Now calm down, calm down. No sense in starting something you'll later regret.” His words soothed April a little, and she felt some of the tension relax from her shoulders.

“It's just...” April sighed, cupping her husband's hand in her own. She played her fingers across his calloused knuckles, a pout on her face.

“I know, I know.” Wyatt shifted his hat back a little. “I don't like him either. But once my pa gives the word... Well, I did teach you that one transformation spell.”

April looked up with a wide grin, giving Wyatt a quick peck on the lips. They'd had more than their share of fun during the honeymoon, and Wyatt had taught her some particularly inventive uses for transformation.

A cry rang through the farm. “April! Why don't you come over here and show this guy how well you're doing! You could even show him a thing or two you've learned!” Clint's rough voice boomed as he called out to his new daughter-in-law.

April beamed widely, her four legs thundering at the ground as she galloped over to Jon. He turned when she was halfway to him, and the cameraman's jaw went slack as he saw what had become of the reporter.

“April? What the hell?” He stared with wide eyes, his heart hammering with fear and a sinful attraction alike. Even though she was half horse, the plaid of a farmworker looked insanely good on her. Better yet, she'd chosen to wear a shirt that was cut a little short on her frame, showing off her new mane along her back.

April regretted this decision a little now, feeling Hon's hungry eyes on her body. Unlike her husband, she'd taken to going about the farm without a hat, enjoying how the wind felt on her ears. These same ears twitched as she looked down at the man with a glare.

“Hi Jon. As you can see, I'm doing a lot better since you left me here.” She smiled at him, silently sending out a magical wave. The centauress did her best to keep all trace of her intentions hidden, waiting for Jon to discover the changes for himself.

It worked magnificently; he didn't so much as notice as his ears began to draw to pointed tips, their new muscles letting them flit a little nervously from side to side.

“You think that horses are pretty, right?” April chuckled malevolently, her eyes narrowed as she continued to work the changes along her former cameraman. It was actually a good deal harder than she'd imagined. Wyatt was a good deal more talented with magic than she'd given him credit for.

“Um, yeah... Why? I don't want to be a centaur, if that's what you're asking...” Jon started to feel small before her. He used to be half a head taller than her, but with her equine legs she was a good deal taller than him.

Little did he know that their height difference was growing by the second. His body was getting smaller and smaller, his clothes beginning to get baggy on his form. Normally the cameraman would have noticed, but April had him fully enthralled by her spell.

The woman's green eyes held Jon transfixed, and he only stared at her worriedly as she continued to speak.

“Oh, don't worry. You won't be a centaur. That's a little too much of an honor for you.”

As April spoke, Jon shrank a little more, needing too crane his neck up to look at her. He obediently lowered himself to all fours, his mind to wrapped up in her words to care.

April smiled as she watched him cower, grinning with pride and power alike. She could understand how the centaurs at the farm could change people so frequently; it was an incredible power rush! To think that right now the man was cowering before her, quavering like the filly he was becoming.

She'd considered making him a mare, but she decided on getting some child rearing experience for herself. She'd always wanted to have kids, but her full-time job had kept her from even considering them. Now that her career was out of the way, her life had allowed for so much more.

A small part of her mused in wonderment at that, considering that maybe she made Jon into a filly because she'd considered having a child to begin with. She looked down, watching his progress as his body adjusted to being on all fours.

Jon pawed at the ground instinctively, his hands beginning to ball up into fists even as they started to darken. He bit his lip nervously, his words lumping up in his throat. “I didn't mea-iign to leave you alone like that, you know...” He mumbled ashamedly.

April cooed, bending down to scratch him behind one of his changing ears. As she did, the changing man closed his eyes in pleasure. “There there, I know you didn't.” April said softly and soothingly, her touch working even more magic into his body.

Jon's hair began to change almost in time with her scratching. Some of his follicles simply fell out, leaving him with a mohawk—but only for a moment. The hair continued to spread down his back, leaving him with a light-colored mane.

He closed his eyes, leaning obediently into her fingers. She felt so warm, so soothing to his mind... He blew a little air through his lips in a distinctively equine nicker, opening his eyes a moment alter to look back at April.

Instead, he caught sight of a long equine muzzle on his face, and he cried out in fear, his heart hammering as he fumbled back, stumbling out of his clothes. “What's happening to me-eighh!”

April's grin widened as she pressed her hand down harder, infusing pure energy into the man's brain. “What do you think is happening? I'm working a little magic.”

Jon groaned, feeling his mind begin to ache. Subconscious mental barriers kept it from being anything more than a migraine, and he fought back against April's influence. “But you said no centaurs!” He managed.

“I didn't,” April said with a smile, “but that doesn't exclude the real deal.” Sensing his resistance, she changed tactics, accelerating the changes lower on his body. “Besides... O'Callaghan Ranch has no need for stallions.”

Jon's eyes widened almost comically as he felt his cock ache. He stripped himself of his too-large clothes, whimpering in distress as he looked at down at his cock. Sure enough, it was transforming, an entirely unwelcome change.

It was shrinking, even though it was growing hard. The conflicting changes set Jon's mind in a state of panic as he felt himself begin to lose his grip on what was happening to him.

His balls ached, dissolving in his disappearing scrotum only to reform a few seconds later as ovaries. Jon groaned in terror, his hooves pressing to his tiny cock even as a pussy opened between his legs.

What remained of his cock's sensitive head became a clitoris; his shrunken foreskin its hood. And with that, senses from Jon's new hole struck him in an instant. It was like it had just been plugged in; an overwhelming shock ran through his body.

That was all the excuse April needed to resume her invasion of his mind, molding it and reshaping it to her own will even as she transformed his body. This was one of the trickiest parts of the changes, and April could immediately tell that Wyatt hadn't altered hers when she changed him.

From the first second she rewired a small part of Jon's mind to be more accepting of his changes, dozens of new connections sprang up, overwriting other ones. It was like she'd pushed over a domino, and was now watching the whole set cascade down.

Jon's eyes fluttered as his memories flashed through his mind, only to vanish in to thin air. He could feel his mind emptying of all contents, a small pang of distress flitting through his brain before even that too was deleted. Instead, all that was left was a warm and dull acceptance of what had happened. It wasn't an emotion or a conscious thought; instead it was more of a relaxing trance.

“Well, crap.” April muttered as the would-be-filly's jaw went slack. She poured more energy into the new horse's brain, working in the girl's young life as a filly named 'Goldie'. She wanted to make Wyatt proud happy to have a full life with him.

As she did, she felt a small amount of magic surge back into her own body. The area between her hind legs started to feel a little odd, but she found another distraction more pressing.

Apparently her thoughts about Wyatt had left a little bit of an imprint on her transformative magic. She could feel her bust begin to expand, and April looked down with side eyes as her breasts started to get larger.

She immediately regretted her decision to wear such a tight shirt, feeling her bosom stretch against the fabric. Hurriedly, April started to undo the shirt before it popped, but she wasn't fast enough to save the last button.

Its thread snapped with a defiant crack, and the centauress looked down to see her nipples begin to extend a little, her areola darkening as well. Her breasts started to feel heavier, and she could only surmise that she was beginning to produce milk. Maybe her husband had a thing for lactation...

Below her, Goldie's eyes flickered, and she blinked several times, looking up to see one of her main handlers standing over her. The woman—April—had a look of concern on her face, and Goldie tried to whinny reassuringly.

However, that being said, her body felt more than a little odd... Goldie tolled to all fours, shaking out her body as it continued to change. With her newfound drive to be changed, the transformation raced on all the faster.

The filly's body was covered in short fur in seconds, matching her namesake. She nickered a little, forcing the rest of her muzzle to come in next. Sure enough, her mouth expanded to be a little larger and blockier; and her nose became an equine snout. She wanted—needed to be a complete filly.

April looked on in amazement as the little horse finished its own changes, lengthening its body and sprouting a small tail in seconds. Then the horse looked up to her with a loud whinny, ducking beneath the former reporter.

April arched an eyebrow, wondering what it was doing for just a moment. Then its lips clamped down on something between April's legs, and the half-woman had her answer. April gasped in surprise, her hands flying to her face in mortified embarrassment.

She realized that her body was equipped with equine mammaries, some latest part of the transformation. Even worse, the sound of pounding hooves alerted her to Wyatt's arrival. April tried to cover up, her face flushed as she looked at her husband.

“You know, if you'd made her into a full mare like we'd planned, you wouldn't be in this mess right now.” Wyatt smirked at his wife, kissing her cheek.

“But I wanted to embarrass him!” April squeaked, biting back a moan as the filly continued to suckle at her teats.

“Yeah, he's real embarrassed now.” Wyatt laughed.

April scowled and flicked a hand up, knocking his hat off his head. She did it at an angle, so even though the hat's cord kept it around Wyatt's neck, it swung to rest on his chest instead of behind his head.

“H-hey! You know I hate that!” Wyatt griped, his momentary ire passing in an instant as April winked teasingly. He never could stay angry with her... “So, what's this little dear's name?”

April smiled, placing a hand on Wyatt's shoulder. “Goldie.” She fell a little closer against him a moment later, feeling another surge of pleasure pass through her body as her hungry babe continued to suckle.

“Cute name. Want me to find a bottle?” Wyatt offered, trailing his fingers along April's arm.

She looked up at him with a grateful smile. “Since when are you so helpful around the house?”

“Since you started to get flushed and hot, getting me flushed and hot?” Wyatt winked at his wife. “I'll get pa to take care of little Goldie here while I take care of you.”

April blushed a little. “I do like the sound of that...”

The centaur couple laughed together, each taking comfort in the presence of the other. Though they hadn't met under the easiest of circumstances, they'd found something that made it all worth it in the end. All thanks to April's finest, final story.