April O'Callaghan—formerly April O'Neil—trotted throughout the wide prairies of her new home, loving the quiet rustling of grain; the sound of chirping birds; even the faint thudding of hooves that came with the horses they'd both raised and made.
She smiled at the trotting animals, a smile on her face as she pet her dear Goldie, loving how content the filly seemed to be with her new life. It had been nearly a year since she'd first come to the ranch, and things were more than pleasurable for her.
It was the idyllic life she'd always wished for, a nice break of pace from the hustle and bustle of the city. And it was made all the better by her love, a young stallion by the name of Wyatt.
To think that she'd fall in love with a centaur—hell, that she'd be one herself! It was a little unbelievable, but this was her life now, a world of lazy farm days and the best sex she'd ever had in her life.
Of course, the sex wasn't the only thing that they'd do to occupy their time. Wyatt was a big fan of Scrabble, funnily enough. He hated it when she regularly beat him, using her old profession to the fullest.
And... Her equine ears perked up as she heard the thudding of hooves. From the sounds of it, thinking of the devil would summon him as well. Her smile widened as her brunette stallion arrived to the scene, a smile on his face and his ever-present hat atop his head.
“Hey there, sugar.” Wyatt said as he approached, a large smile on his face. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, his hat wobbling as his ears twitched.
“Hey there, cowboy.” April breathed back, a wide smile on her own lips. She smiled happily as his tail brushed against hers, a light and fluttering sensation blooming in her chest.
His hand trailed from her waist to her equine back, running a hand through the soft red fur she sported. She nickered softly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a close kiss.
“And how's our little filly doing?” Wyatt smiled in response, petting a little lower along her swollen, pregnant barrel.
April smiled and clasped his hand gently, rubbing her hand along his. Their foal kicked in response within her belly and she laughed. “She can tell you're with me.” She said with a smile.
The oddest part of her transformation so far had to be having two stomachs: a human stomach and an equine stomach. The human one, she learned, was mostly there for show, acting as an extra step of the digestive system to ensure that she'd never lose her trimmed body. Well, unless she really tried to.
And the fact that her baby was held within her horse's half... She'd always imagined that pregnancy would mark the end of her athletic form; that she'd get used to cupping her hands over a distended stomach.
But now she had a horse's half to hold their baby in, a half which she loved more than life itself. It was a reminder that she was bonded forever to Wyatt, that their love transcended such petty notions as human figure and form.
Her foal kicked again, and she blushed at the thought of giving birth to a centaur—to their centaur. “She's close, you know. I think we'll have her in maybe a week or two.”
April regretted her words almost immediately, seeing Wyatt's brows furrow and a look of concern come across his face. Honestly, it was cute how much he loved her, but sometimes he was a bit of a worrywart.
“Honey, you should be inside, then! Or always by my side!” His hat wobbled a little as his ears flicked up, and April giggled.
“Relax, baby. I haven't been doing anything like proper farming. Your dad already told me he'd take care of the herd.” It was true; once Clint had heard she was pregnant, he forbade her from any strenuous activities.
April paused before continuing. “And you know, sometimes a girl needs some fresh air. I can't always sit around milking cows, you know.”
Wyatt bit his lip adorably, an expression that made her fall in love with him a little more every time he made it. “Well, still...”
April chuckled and flicked Wyatt's hat from his head.
“H-hey!” He squeaked, his bare ears standing pert as he grabbed onto it, trying to cram it back on his noggin.
“Baby, I'm fine. In fact... I'm so fine, that maybe I can give you a little taste of the treatment you'll receive after our foal is born.” April grinned, thinking of how restless Wyatt had gotten on some of the nights they were together.
“Oh?” Wyatt blushed, his cheeks burning as April dipped down below his proud, equine form.
“Oh.” April replied with a smile, bringing her hands up to trail along his manhood, bringing it to the stiff maleness that she so loved. His heavy horse scrotum swayed below him as he shifted, and April's smile widened.
He might be a wild and rowdy cowboy, but she could control him completely with just a play of her fingers... And a taste of her tongue. April let herself sample his rich flavor, loving the salty taste of his cock head. It was a taste that was uniquely and entirely his, and she loved him all the more for it.
Wyatt moaned from above her, his hooves scuffing on the ground as he stooped over to press his hands against her horse's half, stroking her lush fur. “God, how are you so perfect?” He breathed, moaning again as she trailed her tongue along his member.
“Mn?” April asked, taking him into her mouth. That was a nice feature of being a centaur. Apparently they were, by nature, quite the horny bunch. And so her jaw was naturally able to stretch and allow his full length to enter mouth.
“Unh!” Wyatt groaned, and April beamed, flicking her horsey ears up to tickle his belly. He loved it when she took him in like this, and to be honest, she loved it too.
The centauress began to bob her head up and down his hard cock, hearing the moans of pleasure from above her and wondering how her life could get any better; how she could be any more blessed.
April was cursed. She had to be. Irma Langinstein looked out to the horse ranch through her binoculars, trying to find out what had happened to her best friend. She scanned the fields of O'Callaghan ranch for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to see if any of the horses looked like April.
It was a crazy idea, and Channel Five news had laughed her away. But despite their best attempts to convince her that there was nothing wrong along this ranch, she still had the sinking suspicion that her friend's disappearance was something mystical.
She'd done her own investigating around other ranches, and had learned some very interesting facts. The O'Callaghans always sold more horses than they bought, and the times between sales weren't nearly enough to rear new animals.
So, either they had an abnormally high number of gifted animals... Or there was some magic at work, something that was changing people into horses. It was a stretch, but then again, so were all of the best stories.
Irma slid her glasses up on her face, adjusting her turtleneck. Unfortunately for her, her current view was terrible; there was no way for her to get any evidence like this! The girl chewed on her thumb idly, her eyes narrowing as she came up with a plan.
If she wanted to find out what was going on with this farm, she really needed to get in close, which meant... “Irma Langinstein is on the scoop!” She said with a confident smile that she didn't really feel.
Then she promptly fell out of the tree, botching her attempt to climb down from her perch. The girl squeaked and rubbed her head with an irritated frown, glaring back up at its bark accusingly.
Her irritation lasted for but a moment, as she realized that the crash of her fall might have alerted one of the farmers to her uninvited presence. She scoffed off the idea a moment later. She wasn't trespassing... Yet.
Irma gingerly stepped through the wooden fence that marked the boundaries of the ranch, a small smile on her face. Now she was trespassing. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through her, and she clutched her binoculars a little closer to her chest.
This was unexplored territory for the young woman, now in the realms of something from a spy movie. Her heart hammered at the thought of being like Bond or Bourne, and she ducked low to creep through the grass, racing to the field.
It was the most tense experience Irma had ever experienced in her life: worrying someone would see her before she crept into the rows of corn that helped to shield the farm from the outside world. But by some miracle, nobody noticed her quiet approach, and she was able to enter the thick stalks unmolested.
Irma crawled through the brush carefully, pushing the vegetables out of the way so that she wouldn't trample them underfoot. She'd be in enough trouble for breaking onto the property; she didn't want to compound her troubles by destroying their crops.
Then again, that was only if she'd get caught. And Irma had no intentions of getting caught. She reached the edge of the field, as far as she had resolved to go, and pulled out her binoculars.
There was a figure that looked like a person behind a pair of horses, but Irma couldn't quite identify it without some help. The lenses clinked against her glasses as she focused her binoculars to get a better look at the mystery man.
Sure enough, it was a farmer, and by the look on his face he was getting some... 'special service'. Irma blushed and looked further down his body despite herself, only to cough in surprise.
The man wasn't behind a horse; he was a horse! Or rather, he was half of one. Somehow, impossibly, Irma was looking at a centaur. Which meant that the other horse...
Irma focused her lenses a little further down along his body, trying to find who it was. But she couldn't quite see the person without standing... Swallowing, Irma risked being caught to quickly peek up, finding who the red mare was.
As soon as she caught sight of the woman, Irma's binoculars fell from her fingers, her grip loosening in shock. It was April! Not only was it April, but the girl was also deep throating the stallion, half-choking as he came into her mouth.
Irma's mind swam with so many thoughts, her jaw falling slack as her mind tried to forget what she'd just seen. But nothing was working, and all she could think about was the sight of her best friend—who was now apparently half-horse—looking like she loved the taste of horse cock.
This was a story; this was a scoop! This was, was...
“Er-hem.” A man cleared his throat to her side, and Irma spun to see a flannel shirt lying over a horse's body. Her gaze rose, finding an aged man with a face like weathered gravel and a large-brimmed hat that left shadows draped across his face.
Irma screamed in surprise, turning to run—only for an impossibly strong hand to grab her collar, keeping her held in place. “Oh God!” She wailed, trying to run. “Let me go, please don't make me a horse! I won't tell anyone, I swear!”
A glance back up to the man told Irma that his eyes had hardened, and he looked down to her judgmentally. “You know an awful lot about things you shouldn't.” He said simply, grabbing her hard.
Then he spoke again, his voice kept fown to a low growl. “How in the hell did you get onto this property without me knowing? I'd have seen a car coming from miles away.”
“I walked.” Irma squeaked, her glasses fogging as she began to cry, her struggles ceasing as she realized the futility of trying to run. “Please, I didn't mean... I was just looking for April...”
“April?” His glare only intensified. “In other words, you're a friend of hers, and even if I let you go right now, you're not going to ever let her go.”
Irma tried to deny it, but the words wouldn't come to her throat. If she were to lie, she'd surely be found out... And if she told the truth, then there wasn't much of a future for her there, either.
Then the sound of galloping hoofbeats alerted her to her savior, and Irma looked up to find April galloping towards them, her hands raised. “Clint, no!” She screamed, holding her hands out.
“This woman's a trespasser and she'll never leave you alone, you know that!” He snapped back, looking to the cowering girl before him. “You're family now, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect family!”
“She is family!” April shot back, slowing to a trot as she came upon Irma.
The bespectacled girl sighed at the feelings of April's arms around her; then she crinkled her nose. “Your breath smells like...” Irma began.
“Not helping.” April hissed back through clenched teeth. She looked back up to the older centaur sternly; then to the man who she'd been blowing just a little bit ago as he too arrived. “Wyatt, tell Dad that he's being unreasonable!”
The blond centaur shrugged, helpless. “Pa, you're being—”
The older man, Clint, interrupted the centaur that must have been his son. “Now, I changed you because my boy asked you to, and you should know just how lucky you are for that.”
The younger centaur, Wyatt, mimed waving a hand over his own head, rolling his eyes sarcastically. Clint cuffed him upside the head without even looking back.
“But I've only got one boy, and much as I value your happiness, I can't just go off on adding to the family.” Clint growled. “Now, out of the way; I'll make sure that this girl's a prime mare.”
Irma squeaked, only to look up in surprise as Wyatt lifted his hands, standing between his father and the girl. “Um... Actually, you can just go off and add to the family.”
Clint reared back, a wide-eyed look on his face. “You can't be serious.”
“And yet somehow I'm standing right here...”
Clint looked past his son to April, and from the look on her face, she was as confused as Irma was. “Do you know what my dumbass son is proposing?”
Irma looked back to April worriedly, sniffling. To her delight, her redheaded friend hugged her tighter. “No, but I swear! I'll do anything; Irma's family to me.”
Irma hugged onto April's arms gently. “Thanks.” She whispered, glad to see that Clint looked for all the world like he was reconsidering making Irma into a horse.
“Yeah, well... We're not out of the woods yet.” April whispered back, a small and nervous smile on her lips. “I have no idea what I just agreed to.”
Irma’s heart pounded and she looked to the patriarch of the O’Callaghans, hoping this somehow wouldn’t turn out for the worse. It sounded like she wasn’t going to be made into a horse, though…
Clint crossed his arms idly, giving his daughter-in-law a stern glare. “All right, I'll do it. But don't come crying to me—you asked for this.” He looked down to Irma with a slight scowl on his face. “And she'd better be worth this.”
Irma blushed madly. “Um... What should I be worth?” She asked nervously, a small gasp escaping her lips as a warm wave of sensation trailed along her body. It was like she'd just dipped into a hot tub, her lower half tingling.
Then her skirt began to lift, and the girl slumped to her knees, moaning as her underwear got tighter along her body. It felt like her butt was swelling out, growing larger and larger with each passing second.
Finally, with a loud tearing, her underwear tore from her, letting her rear end billow out behind her, growing and growing as it widened. Irma could feel her spine extending down into this, and she realized it was a growing horse's barrel.
The brunette moaned loudly, feeling her backbone cracking and popping into a new pair of hips behind her. She could feel herself growing them out, extending into a powerful horse’s pelvis. A second later, her chest ached, and Irma groaned at the sensation of her spine growing a new set of ribs.
That gave birth to one of the most incredible sensations of her life: her horse body growing a new set of organs. She could feel a new stomach rumbling within her barrel; extra, powerful lungs inflating within her body. Her heart felt like it was growing as well within her human chest, getting stronger and stronger by the second.
These changes only held her attention for a moment, though. Her horsey hips started to ache a second later, the bones growing and lengthening into what could only be new limbs. A look to her huge backside confirmed that she her body now sported a vestigial set of horse's legs, which could only mean that her real legs...
Irma looked down, finding her canvas shoes were rippling and swelling as though something was growing beneath them. She squeaked and shut her eyes as her feet began to cramp, twisting and hardening within their leather confines.
Then they went numb, almost in time with a loud tearing from her shoes at the sneakers could take no more. Irma's eyes widened at the sight of hooves where her feet once were. They scuffed against one another as she shifted them, looking back to find her hind legs had a set of hooves of their own.
But this wasn’t the end of changes to the woman’s legs. Another wave of change passed along her body, and Irma squeaked out a gasp, all four of her legs gaining more and muscle by the second. All four of her legs were lengthening as well, growing out longer on her body to their proper size.
She could feel the power surging through them; feel the strength of her equine half. It was incredible enough that she could have these extra limbs; let alone that they be stronger than what she was used to! But she couldn’t deny what her new body was feeling; the raw power of her form.
The warm ripples of change coaxed her muscles like a massage, strengthening and revitalizing her ankles; then her calves; then her thighs. But then the change moved between what were her human legs, affecting her vagina.
Her sex had gone numb, leaving her to flit her hands between her legs in distress, a small whimper escaping her lips. The flesh sealed closed smoothing over as though she’d never had a vagina in the first place. The feeling lasted only for a fraction of a second though, as a new and pleasurable feeling bloomed from her horsey hindquarters.
Irma let out a gasp as her face flushed, a wealth of euphoric ecstasy blooming behind her, filling her body with delight and passion alike. Another gasp escaped her mouth as she bit her lip, feeling a large pair of horse lips bloomed on her equine half. Then she outright moaned as her horse’s clit came in, a nub that begged with desire to be tended to; to be pleasured.
Irma's dark lips ached and trembled with desire as a heat washed its way through her form, sweat beading all along her changing body. She groaned loudly, shivering in the throes of heat as it flowed from internal desire to external warmth; her pores now producing something other than sweat.
A wave of brown fur coaxed its way from the changing girl’s body as Irma squirmed, her turtleneck suddenly too hot on her. The fur was so itchy; so hot along her body! She could feel the individual strands pushing their way from her body, all except for her bare mare pussy, which glistened with the need to be tended to.
She blushed madly, trying to distract herself by running one of her hands along her rippling flank, feeling her thick coat of hair. It was much softer than she expected, the hairs smooth beneath her palm. Irma pet herself more, a soft coo escaping her lips. Then a feeling of growth emanated from along her spine as what could only be a mane raced down her body.
Irma gasped as she shook her torso; feeling the hairs swaying beneath her turtleneck. She was so hairy and bushy now, and the feeling was incredible! Her ears twitched at the sound of another gasp exiting her lips, and she whimpered with delight at the feeling of them beginning to change.
Irma trailed her hands up to her ears with a smile, feeling them lengthen beneath her fingertips. Small and soft hairs grew to coat them like a thin fuzz, and the girl’s lobes lengthened as her ears slid to the top of her head, just like April’s.
The thought of her friend brought a smile to her face. Small wonder the reporter had stayed on this farm as a centaur! All in all, becoming a centaur wasn't that bad. It was certainly a good deal better than becoming a horse!
Irma looked up to April with a smile still on her face, beaming at the centauress with relief. “Thank you so much for this.” She breathed, meaning every word. Her hindquarters shook gently as a long and brown tail shook its way from her backside, completing her changes.
She swayed it and giggled, feeling the long and tawny hairs brushing against her plump horse butt. Her horse butt! It was incredible to think that such a thing was possible!
April hugged her friend tightly, and Irma could see a smile on the redhead’s face as the motion clinked the brunette’s glasses to her shirt. “Well, you are my best friend.”
“And a little bit more than that.” Wyatt spoke up with a nervous grin from beside them, and Irma blinked in surprise, looking back up to April in confusion.
With a thrill of horror, she realized that the transformation wasn’t yet done with her. Her clothes began to loosen on her body, and she could feel an odd tingling all over, like she was being sculpted to match some artist’s vision.
“W-what's going on?” She asked, looking to April with panic. She could only hope that the centauress had a better idea as to what was happening than she did.
April blinked in surprise, unable to answer her friend. The young woman's face seemed to slim slightly, her features shifting to look... Well, 'beautiful' was the best word for it—though 'familiar' ran a close second. It was like April was looking into a mirror, gazing at her younger twin.
April narrowed her eyes slightly, noticing how similar Irma looked to her now. The two could almost pass for sisters! Sure enough, the girl's brown hair began to brighten to a passionate red, though it was a shade lighter than that on April's own head.
“Um...” April looked from Irma to Wyatt to see him shrugging helplessly. “What are you guys doing to Irma?” Her heart hammered in her chest, wondering why Irma seemed to be changing into her twin. They weren’t going to merge or anything, were they?
“Well... You wanted her to be family...” Wyatt coughed nervously, blushing.
April glared at him. “And that means?”
“Um. I. That is. I mean.” Wyatt blushed more, and he averted his gaze.
Her husband could be so cute at times, but right now she needed answers. “Are you making her my sister?” April turned the question—and her glare—to Clint. It seemed that if she wanted any answers, she'd have to get it from him.
“Not quite. Think closer family.” Clint scoffed, winking with amusement. “More... Filial.”
Oh. Oh no. April blushed madly at the thought, realizing that her best friend was about to become her daughter. Not that she couldn’t handle another girl around the farm, but… There had to be a better way than this, right?
One glance at Clint’s face made the question die on her tongue, and April gulped nervously, her heart hardening. If this was what it took, then she’d gladly raise another daughter. It would be a little weird having to explain to her other child how Irma had been adopted, but…
“Um... April? What does that mean? I thought I wasn't becoming a horse.” Irma's voice brought April to look at her friend once more, squeaking in surprise as she saw Irma holding up her sleeves, now positively baggy on her body.
The young woman looked like she'd become a teenager, and she seemed to be getting younger and younger by the second. “I feel funny...” Irma moaned, her body shrinking more and her eyes rounding with youth.
April shot another glare to Clint, and he shrugged. “You said you'd do anything for her.” Then the old farm owner tipped the brim of his hat down over his eyes. “By the way... What in the hell are you still doing here, Wyatt? Aren’t there some things you should be getting?”
Wyatt gasped from beside his father, cursing and turning to run back for the homestead.
April followed her husband with her eyes, holding her shrinking friend in her arms. “W-wait, where are you going! Honey!” She looked back down to Irma to find the girl was practically a few years old, seeming to be trapped in the huge clothes that she used to wear.
“Feew funny.” Irma moaned, closing her eyes as her hair withdrew into her head and her teeth pulled back into her gums. Just like that, the girl was an infant in April's arms, leaving the centauress holding her friend delicately.
“Now… Y’all ought to brace yourself.” Clint gave his daughter-in-law a sympathetic smile.
April opened her mouth to ask why. Then, with what April could have sworn was a quiet 'pop', Irma disappeared within her clothes. But before the former reporter could ask what had happened to her friend, her equine trunk started to ache, its already swollen form gaining more mass.
“Ohhh!” April moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and clutching her sides, looking back up to Clint with a harsh glare. “You didn’t!” The centauress didn’t need his response. She could feel something new wriggling within her body, a form that could only be Irma.
Her father-in-law shifted anxiously, raising his hands. “Hey, in my defense—”
“I know I said I’d do anything! Shut it!” April hissed between clenched teeth, her eyes watering as a surge of pain coursed through her form. “Why am I hurting?”
At that, Clint averted his gaze slightly. “Well... The extra foal in your belly might have... Sped up your pregnancy.”
April groaned, feeling two objects kicking within her swollen stomach. “You mean I'm going—ahn!” Another contraction ran through her body and she had to squeeze her eyes shut. “You mean I'm going into labor?”
“Yeah you are, sweetie!” Wyatt shouted, thundering hooves marking his appearance. The blond centaur hurriedly swept to his wife’s side, a concerned smile on his face that made her heart melt. He laid a mercifully cool blanket over April's equine half, giving her a water bottle with his other hand.
April drank deep from its confines, then shut it and threw it at her husband as another cramp assailed her equine half. “Why the hell didn't you warn me about the ‘joys’ of childbirth?”
Wyatt fidgeted nervously. “Because centaur births are supposed to be less painful than human births?”
April screamed again as another contraction made her four legs kick at the ground. “Tell that to the twins trying to force their way out from my pussy!”
Wyatt darted behind her, blushing. “Language, sweetie... Pa's right here...”
April screamed again, feeling the first of her children crowning. Her pussy felt like it would tear apart! “I'll fucking say whatever I god-damned please!” A huge contraction pushed through herself and she echoed it with a scream; then the pressure abated.
The redhead panted, sweat dripping form her brow. Great, one kid down; one to go... She clenched her jaw; then relaxed it an instant later at the sound of two different crying voices. Had she somehow…
A look behind her confirmed her suspicions: Apparently that last push had gotten both of her kids out of her. Centaur births really were less painful. Not that she'd ever tell Wyatt that. The mortified look on his face was sure to give her years of enjoyment to come.
“Hey, wanna see your baby girls?” Wyatt smiled, bringing over a blond-furred centaur in one arm and a red-furred one in the other.
“Oh, honey...” April cooed, holding them gently and looking down to them with a contented coo. “They're perfect...”
At the sound of her voice, the foal that must be Irma stirred in April's arms, looking up to her with recognition and thankfulness in her gaze. She cooed happily as her sister stirred, the girl's small equine legs kicking gently at April's arm.
All thoughts of irritation and anger melted from April's mind, and she looked up to Clint with a smile. “Want to hold your grandchildren?”
As the question left her lips, the little foals in her hands wriggled, and she looked down in surprise to find them working at her shirt. Apparently Irma retained more than a little of her old mind, because she remembered how to undo buttons, exposing April's swollen breasts to the air.
The centauress gasped with a small smile, chuckling up to Clint as her foals began to suckle on her nipples, their hungry mouths gulping down her milk. “On second thought... You might need to wait for a little bit...”
Though it hadn't happened at all in the manner that she'd expected, Irma had found her best friend; and April had found a way to live with her. And they couldn't be happier.