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Chapter 4

Kyra's alarm went off next to the hammock that served as her bed, at least for her upper torso. By the time her hand reached out to silence her phone, Kyra could hear Paul starting to grumble.

“Morning sunshine." She said after ending the alarm.

'Mmmm, morning." Paul pulled her in close and kissed her softly.

“Are you recovered from last night?" She smirked slightly.

“Are you?" Paul smirked back.

“I think I'm ready for day two of our forced vacation."

“You mean suspension."

“I'm trying to stay positive." After another quick kiss, Kyra started to stretch out.

Paul followed suit, shaking out his legs after sleeping standing up. He was starting to get used to it by this point. Of course, Paul only had four legs to limber up in the morning. He still wasn't sure how Kyra could handle having eight.

“Shower first or breakfast?" Kyra asked after she was done with her morning stretches.

“I think we both need a shower after last night." Paul replied, smiling at the memory.

She laughed. “Fair enough, come on." Kyra flicked him with her tail as she started towards her bathroom.

Neither had bothered to put a top on before passing out, so there was nothing to strip off. Paul let out a contented sigh as the hot water from multiple shower heads ran over his entire body. Kyra slid up next to him, pressing her entire flank against her lover.

“It's so much nicer having someone else to help wash my coat." She said as she rinsed out her hair.

“I would have gladly helped, even if I was still on two legs."

“That's sweet of you to say, but really I have a hard time imagining the two of us being together if you were still human."

“Ignoring the trouble we're in, it's starting to grow on me. The strangest thing is how used I've gotten to having both sets back there."

It's a double edged sword though, having both stallion and mare urges."

“Yeah, kind of like going through puberty again."

“Maybe for you, I wasn't this horny as a teen."

“If you say so." Paul smirked as he started to work shampoo into Kyra's coat.

His hands felt good as they rubbed and massaged the lather into her coat. Even though she just wanted to finish the shower and feed her empty stomach, Kyra felt another desire starting to grow. She let out a long sigh as she felt her cock start to slip out of her sheath. It did not go unnoticed by her partner.

“Here I thought you would still be spent from last night." Paul chuckled.

“Not me, but I understand if you can't get it up." She smirked back.

“I'm as much a stallion as you are, you know."

“Hmmm, but right now I need a mare." Her flank pulled away from his hands as she turned to face him head on. “Do you know where I can find one?"

“Maybe…" Paul ran his hands slowly over her full chest, teasing her nipples until they were as hard as rocks.

“Listen to you, even under the shower I can smell how turned on you are." Kyra pulled Paul tight against her upper torso. “Tell you what, let me mount you and I'll make you my special omelet for breakfast." She pressed in for a long deep kiss.

“Mmmm, how could I say no to that?"

Kyra released Paul from her embrace so she could get into position behind her lover. As a human she had never had the opportunity to make love in the shower. It was a strange twist of fate that Kyra could indulge as an eight legged centaur with a cock. With practiced motions she easily mounted Paul. They both let out a long moan as she sunk in deeply. Kyra's front four legs gripped his body tightly while she reached down and ran her hands over Paul's well defined pecs.

As the hot water cascaded over their bodies, Kyra started to move. Usually she was slow to start, But she was in need of a quick release. Besides, after breakfast they had all day to take things slow. Paul certainly wasn't complaining. He grabbed her hands tightly as she nailed him hard and deep Kyra leaned her head back, eyes closed as she felt the pleasure reaching its peak. She squeezed her partner tightly as the dam finally broke. Paul moaned underneath her as she slowly released her gip and rested on his back.

“God, I think I might pass out again." Kyra sighed.

“You'll wake up real quick when the hot water runs out." Paul laughed softly.

“Mmm, just give me a second and I'll get off of you."

Kyra caught her breath before slipping off her partner. Once her hooves were all back on the ground, she found herself in Paul's arms.

“Now that's a good morning." She sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I can't complain too hard about that, though now I feel a little riled up myself."

“Yeah I know, getting one half off gets the other one interested."

“You too, huh? Good thing we're well equipped for each other then."

“Indeed we are." Kyra lifted her head and kissed Paul deeply. “Now how about you have a go and then I make us that omelet?"

“Sounds good to me." He gave her another quick kiss.

Paul walked behind Kyra, really admiring her body as the water flowed over it. By the time he reached her rear Kyra flicked her tail to the side and he could see her pussy winking at him with arousal. He wasted no time in mounting up. Kyra let out a cute little sound as her pussy was filled. Paul rested for a moment before he started to thrust.

Oh god…I'm so happy he grew that cock the morning after…I didn't mean to transform him but I can't regret how good a lover he's become. Kyra thought as she braced herself against Paul's heavy thrusts.

Even as a kid, I was never this horny either. I don't know if it's having a cock and a pussy or just being around Kyra. Either way, I don't think I care much at this point. Paul thought as he reached down.

His hands roughly fondled Kyra's breasts as he let his hips do the work. In the few days he had been a centaur, it had become second nature shifting between mare and stallion. However, he never felt any less masculine. Hell, looking in a mirror he looked bigger and stronger than he had in his life up to that point. He was happy he ultimately didn't lose his cock, but wouldn't trade his pussy for anything at that point.

Kyra closed her eyes tightly as she pushed back against Paul. she could feel her second orgasm coming harder than the first. Paul could feel her passage squeezing around his shaft and it was enough to push him over. They cried out nearly simultaneously as they reached another sweet release. They were both left panting for air in the shower.

Paul shifted first as he carefully dismounted. He walked up beside Kyra and they held each other, leaning their long flanks against each other with very contented smiles on their faces.

***

“I'm wondering if I should try growing a beard." Paul said as he looked at his reflection in the toaster.

“Oh? What brought that on?" Kyra was busy at the griddle making a huge omelet.

“I don't know, I just think it would look good with the rest of me," the toaster popped up and he retrieved the fresh slices of toast, “and I won't be wearing a gasmask anytime soon so I have the opportunity."

After drying off from the shower, neither had really felt like getting dressed. The heater was keeping the barn comfortable and it just felt natural for them both to go topless. Kyra had, however, opted for an apron as she cooked.

“I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it's your face." Kyra shrugged as she gently folded the eggs over the filling.

“I can always shave it off if it looks dumb or you hate it." He placed the plate now full of toast on the counter.

“True." She used a large spatula to move the omelet to a plate. “And here is my special omelet, as promised."

“Hmmm…That's just an omelet filled with canned chili and topped with cheese."

“And fresh green onions and cilantro." She smirked as she handed Paul the plate.

Paul took a bite. It wasn't fancy, but it did taste good, especially after their fun time in the shower.

“Ok, it's not bad."

After filling up their stomachs with a huge breakfast, Kyra and Paul moved to the living room with large cups of coffee.

“So, want to watch a movie again this morning?" Kyra asked as she walked over to the shelf containing her movie collection.

“That sound's good," Paul settled down onto the carpet in front of the TV, “which one are you thinking of watching?"

“Well, we watched two-thirds of the Star Wars Trilogy yesterday, I figured we can finish it off then see where the day takes us, if you're ok with that."

“Sure, you know I haven't watched the movies since-" Paul was interrupted by his phone going off. He had taken to carrying his phone in a pouch around his waist, whether or not he was wearing a shirt. As he pulled it out he looked at the caller id. “It's the chief," he said before answering the phone. “Good morning, sir."

“It sounds like you're having a good morning." Chief Washington's tone was hard to judge. “Are you enjoying the suspension?"

“We're just trying to get by the best we can."

“Is Claymere with you currently?"

“She is."

“Put me on speaker then, this concerns you both."

“Morning Chief, I hope everything is alright." Kyra said once the phone was on speaker.

“Not really. I was calling to inform you both to expect a visit today from some feds. From what was relayed to me, you can expect them to be visiting your place for a while."

“I guess that's not totally out of left field. What agency is it though, More of the CDC guys?"

“I honestly don't know, the message I received this morning didn't list the agency. Regardless, I expect nothing but cooperation from my officers as they investigate this case. Is that understood?"

“Yes sir." they responded in unison."

“Good, I would expect them to arrive within the next hour or so."

“We'll be ready for them." Paul said with a slight sigh. After ending the call he turned to Kyra. “I guess we'll have to wait on that movie."

“That and put on some shirts" she replied gently tapping her bare chest.

“There goes the view." Paul smiled.

“I know." She gently placed her hand on his chest. “Once we kick them out, it will be no shirt, all service once again, ok?"

“Sounds good to me." Paul leaned forward and kissed her gently. “Let's go get dressed then."

“How formal do you think we should dress?" Kyra asked as they walked back to the bedroom.

“We're not on duty, so no uniform I think."

“True, but should we just go for sweats and t-shirts, or something a little nicer?"

“You've been through this kind of thing before, what do you think is best?"

“They are probably going to be poking and prodding us once they get here, so we might as well be comfortable."

“Sweats and t-shirts it is then." Paul dug through the drawer Kyra had freed up for his clothes. “I hope this one still fits." he said holding up a PAL shirt from two years ago. “That was a really good year for the league."

“Don't sweat it, you look great in a tight shirt." Kyra smirked as she hooked her bra.

“So, who do you think is coming out to see us?" Paul asked as he pulled the shirt on.

“My guess is some people from NIH. I heard they were in the loop with my situation, and now they'll want a first hand look."

“I was thinking it might be a multi-agency task force."

“I guess we'll find out soon enough." Kyra said as she pulled a hooded sweatshirt on. “I wonder what more they are going to do with me though. I think they sampled and scanned every part of my body."

“I'm sure they'll think of something. Hey did they hassle you about being, er having both sets back there?"

“I wouldn't say they hassled me. I did hear them talking about it when they thought I couldn't hear them. “She flicked her equine ears for emphasis. “Some of them had , ah, more than just scientific curiosity about my junk."

“Seriously?"

“Yeah, but if it happens again, I won't be quiet about it."

***

After getting dressed the couple decided to just watch TV rather than have a movie interrupted. Paul heard the sounds first as his ears turned towards the front of the house. Cars and small trucks were normal in the neighborhood, but this sounded big, multiple large trucks front the sound of it. Kyra noticed the sounds two. They got up from being cuddled on the floor and moved to the large front door. As they got there, they saw several vehicles pulling up. A large mobile command center, a large cargo truck, and a pair of large SUVs, all of which were painted black.

“Are they parking on my grass?"

“Looks like it, otherwise they couldn't fit the whole convoy on your property.

'They better not tear up my yard, I pay good money to have it landscaped."

Several agents left the truck and the command center and started to set up. Three agents came out from the pair of SUVs and approached the house. They all looked the part of federal agents dressed in black suits, ties, and sunglasses.

“Well, here come the men in black." Kyra said softly before they reached the door. She opened it and looked down at the three agents.

“Officers Kyra Claymere and Paul Springer?"

Paul noticed that the agents didn't flinch at a pair of centaurs opening the door.

“That's us." He answered.

I'm Agent Jayden Reyes and these are Agents Liddell Jackson and Mira Owen. There are other members of our team, but we will be the ones working directly with you."

Reyes was obviously the leader and the oldest of the three agents. There was a hardness in his eyes that Springer recognized. He had no doubt this was a man who had seen some shit in his life. Agent Jackson looked more like a linebacker than an agent. The shaved head only emphasized that fact. Agent Owen was almost dwarfed by her partners. She was certainly the youngest and was genuinely smiling as she was introduced.

“Could I see some identification please? Kyra asked with a smile. “We want to be sure, given our condition."

“Of course." Reyes said as he reached into his jacket and pulled out his credentials.

It was definitely a federal ID, but curiously although it identified him as Agent Jayden Reyes, it did not indicate what agency he worked for. Jackson's and Owen's IDs were the same in that regard.

“Now that that's taken care of, may we come in and discuss the situation?"

“Ah, yeah," Kyra said as she and Paul stepped back and allowed the three agents to enter.

“I have some human sized furniture in my living room, we can talk there."

“Wow, you really built this place to work for your body." Owen said as she saw the high counters and raised appliances of the kitchen.

“Things being at the right size and height mean more than the square footage alone. I found that out real quick back at the police stables. I lived there for a bit after, well, you know.

“I lucked out that Kyra's home was already sized for someone like me." Paul said as they reached the living room.

After everyone was seated, Reyes cleared his throat. “I won't bother mincing words with you, as it's pointless in trying to hide the fact you have both been affected by powerful magic. I think the fact you are both centaurs will make that fact easier to accept."

Kyra and Paul shared a look.

Reyes continued. “In Officer Claymere's case we know the source of the effect. It was an unfortunate accident, but with the statue already under study in a secure facility we have little worry of another incident happening with it. What is more concerning is Officer Springer's transformation. It has been some time since the event at the pier."

“You would think if Officer Claymere's condition was contagious there would be a station full of centaurs by now." Jackson said, shaking his head.

Maybe because I didn't kiss anyone else in the department. Kyra thought but kept her mouth shut.

Reyes gave the other agent a sidelong glance, but then continued. “I know you were thoroughly investigated by other agencies to the best of their abilities, but this is far outside their purview. As such, we will be taking over. For the time being we will be conducting our investigation here. There is always a possibility the old farm had some kind of influence on things."

“Our mobile unit is fairly well equipped, so we will just be camping out in your yard for the time being." Owen said, nodding towards their vehicles and equipment through a window.

“For security reasons, we are going to have to sequester you from the outside world. I will be collecting your cells and we will be disconnecting your internet and TV." From Jackson's tone it was obvious this was not up for debate.

“Are we still allowed to watch my movie collection?" Kyra asked, pointing to a shelf full of DVDs and Blurays.

Reyes nodded. “Yes, that will be fine."

“What about contact with the force?" Paul asked.

“Chief Washington can contact you through us if needed. I believe the current agreement is the city will keep you both on a paid suspension until we deliver our findings and recommendations." Reyes replied.

“Unless you have any other questions," Owen stood up from her seat, “I'd like to get started with a basic battery of tests for you, Officer Springer."

Paul sighed. “I was expecting something like that."

“I see you have a pretty open floor plan here." Owen said, glancing around the barn turned home. “Is there somewhere private we could go to administer the tests?"

“You could use our bedroom." Kyra offered.

“Our bedroom?" Reyes asked, raising an eyebrow.

Shit! Kyra swore internally. “Well, you see, I only have the one sleeping hammock setup, so we've had to share."

Reyes narrowed his eyes. “I hope you have a better poker face while interrogating suspects, Officer Claymere. How long has this been going on?"

“I don't see how our private lives are any of your business." Paul immediately stepped up.

“No, you wouldn't. The fact is, ritual intercourse is a part of many magical traditions. This changes everything. Frankly, I don't care about whatever police regulations you've broken. What I care about is the sudden uptick in centaurs in your city." Reyes let out a long sigh. “Jackson, collect their phones and Owen, proceed with the examination of Springer. As for you, Claymere, we are going to have a very long talk."

***

Kyra's face was red and she couldn't make eye contact with Agent Reyes. She had been forced to detail exactly what had happened from their first kiss up until Paul's eventual recovery of his male parts.

“And have you both continued to be sexually active since then?" Reyes asked without looking up from the notes he was scribbling.

Kyra sighed. “Yes."

“And when was the last time you two initiated intimacy?"

“Must you? Fine, we had sex this morning in the shower. We would have probably done more, but you guys showed up." She crossed her arms.

“Thank you for showing us the courtesy then."

Kyra finally made eye contact to glare at the agent.

“And there has been no further transformation that you have noticed, correct?"

“Paul hasn't sprouted any more legs, if that's what you mean."

“Don't get upset with me, I'm just doing my job." Reyes closed his notebook. “We're done for now."

“Oh goody, just in time for lunch."

“No wonder I'm feeling hungry. Once Owen is done with Paul, we will leave you two to enjoy your meal. However, we will be proceeding with another battery of tests of a different nature after that, so don't get too comfortable." With that he got up from his seat.

Kyra waited until he left her home before getting up and heading to her kitchen. She drained the leftover coffee out of the machine and chugged it black. It suited her mood.

***

Alright, we should be finished here." Owen said as she pulled off her gloves. “Thank you for your cooperation."

“Was the semen sample really necessary?"

“Yes. Honestly, I would have taken it even if your…activities hadn't come to light, if that makes you feel any better. And don't feel bad, prostate stimulation is just the easiest way to obtain a sample in a clinical setting."

“I'd rather not think about it, thank you."

“Well, you better go get some lunch before the next round of tests begin. I'll see myself out."

Owen closed the case full of samples and left the bedroom. She saw Kyra in the kitchen preparing some lunch, but the centaur either didn't see her or was ignoring the young agent. Owen left the house and made her way to the mobile research station. Reyes and Jackson were sitting at a small table , seemingly waiting for her.

“Owen," Jackson called from the table, “you're the tie-breaker, Mexican or Pizza for lunch?"

“If I'm going to be in a confined space with the two of you, I vote for pizza."

“Told you." Reyes smirked. “How did the examination go?"

“Al right, he did balk a bit at the semen collection, but most men do."

“Does Springer count as a male anymore?" Jackson asked as he closed the menu to the local Mexican place.

“I think so," Owen deposited the case in a lab refrigerator, “he is presenting as completely masculine. That reminds me, I will want to get a semen sample from Claymere, the CDC neglected to do that. Also, I need to run an ultrasound on Springer to confirm if he got all the internal female organs.

“Man, this is going to be a weird one." Jackson sighed, “Why can't we just get a normal sorcerer or something anymore?"

“That's what you get for moving up in the agency." Reyes said with a smirk. “The more experienced you are, the weirder the shit you get tasked with. Now, what toppings do you two want?"

***

Agent Mira Owen was transporting a case of samples from the mobile lab to another better equipped facility. Normally the equipment in the mobile was good enough, but there was something stranger than expected about the samples. Rather than sit in on the next phase of examinations Owen decided to just visit a nearby lab. She was great in a lab, but when it came to the esoteric examination, she wasn't the best agent. But in their line of work, it was often beneficial to have agents less in tune with the mystical in certain situations.

Owen didn't mind the road trip, most of the time Jackson and Reyes wouldn't let her drive, as if she didn't pass the driving course with flying colors. She had a local radio station playing in the background as she waited on a light at a major intersection.

I wonder if there's a Thai place around here? I haven't had pad-thai in months. She wondered as the light turned green.

Owen had just pulled out into the intersection when it happened. A truck blew right through the red light and slammed into the passenger side of her SUV. She was pushed into the oncoming lane, but thankfully the other cars were able to break in time before things got any worse. Owen was dazed and in shock from what had just happened. She had been driving since she was sixteen, and had never been in any kind of car accident.

Shit…they're never going to let me drive now…

“Ma'am? Are you alright?" She realized there was someone at her window.

It must have been someone who witnessed the accident. She blinked in the bright sunlight, having lost her sunglasses.

“I've been better." Owen replied with a groan.

“Just stay calm, 911 has already been called."

Owen nodded and then quickly regretted it. As she held her forehead she inspected the rest of her car. Her eyes went wide and she gasped.

“Ma'am?"

“No! Back up! Quickly!" she fumbled for her phone. “There's a biohazard spill!"

The man went white and quickly backed away from the crash.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!' She hoped her phone would still dial with a cracked screen. It did seem to still work. Owen was staring at the blood splattering her suit, blood that wasn't her own.

“Owen? Are-"

“Jackson! We have a situation! I was in a car accident!"

“Shit! Are you-"

“No! I'm not ok! I got t-boned and the sample case…oh fuck, I'm splattered in it, Get a team here before the locals get involved! Hurry I-"

Mira's voice stuck in her throat as she felt a strange tingling sensation in her legs.

“Owen? Owen!"

“Something's happening…oh god! Hurry! Get a team, Ahh!" Owen clutched her stomach, she could feel something moving.

“We're on the move, stay on the line!" She had never heard Jackson sound so concerned in all their years working together.

“I'll try, I…"

The muscles in her legs were twitching like they were being electrocuted. Owen tried to unbuckle her seat belt, but it was stuck. She managed to get her knife from her belt and cut through the strap. By then she could see two bulges in her shirt straining against the material. The last thing she wanted to do was make a scene, but if this was really happening she wasn't going to fit in her car for much longer.

“Jackson! It's…it's happening."

“What? What is happening?"

“What do you think? She shouted as a small hoofed leg tore through her shirt. “I'm turning into one of them!"

“Stay out of sight!" Owen heard Reyes shout.

“Sir…hurry, I'm not going to fit in here much longer!"

Owen felt her slacks starting to tear along the back seam as her hips and rear grew greatly in size. She could see the flashing lights of the police and ambulance.

“First responders are arriving!" She groaned as she tried to shift her body around.

“We're almost there, just keep them back until we get there!

Owen turned to her window as she saw a pair of police officers rushing towards the wreck.

“Stay back! There's a b-biohazard spill in my vehicle! A response team is on the way but for everyone's s-saftey please stand back!"

“Ma'am, we still need to-"

“Look, I'm a Federal Agent! Stay back!" Owen looked down and saw a hoof ripping through her shoe. “Stand back and await further instructions!"

Another set of sirens started to fill the air. Mira turned back to her phone. “Is that you guys?"

“We're almost there! Hang on!" Jackson shouted back.

Reyes weaved through the stopped traffic and placed his car between the police officers and Mira.

“Everyone get back!" he shouted as he leapt out of the car. “We're assuming control of the scene!" he flashed his ID. “Officers, for everyone's safety please move all these vehicles as far as you can from the scene."

“What about the other car?"

“We will take care of them, and if cleared we will release them to the ambulance."

The truck arrived with more agents. They quickly deployed visual barriers around the door to the car. It was just in time, Agent Owen was starting to grow. The door wouldn't open and Jackson had to pry it open with a bar. Mira tumbled out onto the asphalt.

“Holy shit…" He whispered, seeing the horse's leg tearing through her pants leg. “Everyone keep clear!"

What was left of Owen's slacks fell away from her equine legs and rear. Soft dun colored fur was already growing across her exposed skin. Meanwhile her new pair of legs were growing bigger and longer by the second. Owen let out a gasp as she felt something in her spine shift and then pop. Her lower back started to stretch out behind her as her spine grew longer. Longer equine ears poked their way out of her auburn hair and twitched and shifted reacting to every little sound around her.

A new rib cage began to form on her lower body as her new front legs shifted and popped into location. Owen's bra snapped and the top few buttons of her shirt popped as her breasts expanded several times in size. As a woman who was teased in high school for not having much of a chest, it was a mixed blessing of sorts. At the base of her now much longer spine, Owen felt her tail pushing out. At first it looked more like a rat's whip-like tail until long auburn hairs, matching what was on her head, started to grow. Soon she had a long silky tail.

Owen felt her heartbeat, or rather both her heartbeats, starting to slow and the muscles of her body relax. She breathed deeply, afraid of moving even a finger.

“I-I think it's done." She said in a soft voice. “Ah, Jackson, I'm a little afraid to look. Did I, ah, grow a…you know?"

“No, or at least not yet."

“That's a relief. This is already too much to deal with." She pushed herself up slightly and turned towards Reyes “I'm sorry…I didn't…I"

“Calm down, Owen, it's not your fault." Reyes pointed to the other car where the driver was being examined by other members of the team. “I don't need a breathalyzer to know that guy is drunk."

“What happens now?"

“First I'm getting that asshole transferred to police custody. Then we're going to take you back to Claymere's place."

“What? Why?" Jackson asked.

“Because we've secured the location and it's already designed to accommodate her." Reyes shook his head. “I doubt we'll be there much longer after this incident anyway, and it will be easier to transport Owens with the other two when plans are finalized."

“I guess I better get up then" Owen said softly.

***

Kyra was in her kitchen pouring the first of three pitchers of freshly brewed tea into an even larger container full of ice.

“They have been gone for a while. I hope Agent Owen is alright." She said after emptying the pitcher.

“From what I overheard, I think they are more concerned with the effects of my biological samples on her than any injuries from the accident."

Kyra reached for the next pitcher. “They don't know how good our hearing and sense of smell is, do they? Should we tell them?"

“I don't know. The paranoid part of me wants to keep it to ourselves." Paul looked out at the little encampment in the yard. “I don't entirely trust these guys."

“Neither do I." She finished adding the third pitcher and started to stir the mixture of ice and tea. “We'll keep it to ourselves unless we have to explain."

Kyra took a large insulated cup and filled it from the iced tea tap. After a sip to taste, she filled another cup and carried both with her to stand beside Paul.

“Thanks." He said after accepting the cup.

They sipped the iced tea as they watched the agents milling around the yard. It wasn't too much longer before they recognized the sound of the large truck approaching the former farm. Unlike the frenzy pace as the team had left Kyra's place, they were now driving at a safe speed. The truck arrived first, followed by a black SUV. Agents Reyes and Jackson exited the car and moved quickly to the truck. They spoke briefly with other members of the team before the large doors of the truck were opened and a ramp was extended down to the ground. Reyes then made his way to the barn and Kyra and Paul went to the door to meet him.

“What's the word on Agent Owen?" She asked with concern showing in her voice.

Reyes let out a long sigh. “She's uninjured from the accident, but there is a situation."

Kyra and Paul exchanged a glance. They had a good idea what that situation was.

“There is no point in hiding the details from you. In the accident Agent Owen was exposed to the biological samples she was transporting. The result was she is now sharing a similar condition as you."

“She's a centaur now?"

“Yes, although she did not seem to become a hermaphrodite in the process."

“I'm sorry." Paul said softly.

“It's the drunk driver's fault, Officer Springer, not yours. I know this is a large ask, but I need to make a request."

Kyra nodded. “How can we help?"

“I don't know what exactly we will be doing moving forward, but given Owen's new special needs, I was hoping she could stay with you for the time being. You are far better equipped here than anything we could quickly arrange, and from a more logistical position, keeping the three of you together in one location would be ideal."

“Yes, of course. We can also help her adjust. It's a lot to go through in the first few days."

“You two are uniquely qualified in that regard. If you give me a moment, I'll bring her in. And thank you, Officer Claymere."

Kyra and Paul waited by the door. They watched as a nervous and obviously embarrassed Agent Owen walked down the ramp out of the truck. She was still wearing her slightly torn shirt and jacket, although she had lost her tie at some point. Owen was smaller than either of them, more inline with a standard horse body than a draft. Her dun yellow coat and long auburn tail did look rather nice in the late afternoon sun, but they figured now was not the time to bring it up. As unsure as they were about the agents of an unnamed government entity, they still felt for the young woman.

“Here, come inside." Kyra said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you." She said softly, smiling up slightly at Kyra.

“You three just take the rest of the day to collect yourselves. I'll keep you all updated." Reyes said before leaving to return to the encampment.

Paul closed the door as Kyra ushered the new mare into the living room area.

“We just made some iced tea, would you care for some?" Kyra asked.

“Yes, I could use a drink right about now."

Paul got her a large cup of iced tea for her while Kyra helped her to sit on the specially made couch.

“Man, you make it look so easy." Owen said as she got settled.

“I don't know how she does it with eight legs." Paul smiled as he handed the mare her drink.

“Honestly, learning to be aware of where your rear is takes a bit more to get used to." Kyra sat on the floor by the couch facing the agent. “Paul, could you close the drapes? I think we'll want a little more privacy."

“I'm on it."

“How are you feeling?" Kyra asked.

“Emotionally, I'm as much a wreck as the car." She smiled slightly. “But I feel better being here with you two." She took a long drink. “You put mint in the tea, my grandma used to make it that way. It's good."

“I'm glad you like it. I'm thinking of starting a mint patch in the spring."

“Getting back to your question, physically I find the whole thing…interesting."

“Oh?" Paul asked as he sat down next to Kyra.

“First of all, I could have used these in high school." Owen placed a hand over her chest. “Be careful what you wish for and all."

Paul chuckled at that.

“And the rest of me feels stronger, and faster. I didn't put on as much bulk as you two did, but still."

“I'm pretty sure you can outrun us though." Kyra said with a smile. “Honestly, I could use a good run, it's been a while."

“Even just a walk would be nice." Paul added. “Maybe you can talk your boss into letting us take a walk around the property, Owen."

“You can just call me Mira, we're roommates for the foreseeable future."

“Then it's Kyra and Paul for you," Kyra said leaning forward, “we might as well be on a first name basis if we're all walking around half naked."

Mira's eyes went wide and then she laughed. “God, I didn't even think of that." she looked back over her lower body. “It doesn't feel that way though."

“No, it doesn't." Paul admitted. “In fact we had started to ditch wearing our tops before you guys showed up. It just felt natural."

“Really?" Mira sipped her tea thinking about it. “Well, I am a guest in your home, so I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." She slipped out of her jacket and draped it over the back of the couch. “Besides, I want a good look at my top."

“Well, you've already seen mine." Paul smiled before pulling off his t-shirt.

Kyra shook her head but smiled. “Might as well." she said before pulling off her sweatshirt.

Mira couldn't understand why she felt so comfortable doing this as she undid the remaining buttons on her shirt and slipped it off. She was obviously more toned, but her large full breasts took center stage. She looked over to Kyra after she had removed her bra.

“Did yours grow too?"

“A bit, but not like yours, no offense."

“None taken." She smiled looking back and forth between Kyra and Paul.

It wasn't Mira's first time dealing with strangeness in the world, but something about being alone with Kyra and Paul was having an effect on her. She felt a need to be by them and wanted their approval.

“Would you mind much if I joined you on the floor? I feel silly being the only one on the couch.

“I don't mind." Kyra patted the carpet between her and Paul.

Kyra felt so much more at ease with Mira than she should have. It was more than her just being a centaur, and it was different from what she felt with Paul.

“We probably need a few more pieces of centaur furniture, but in the meantime, join us." Paul said with a smile.

Mira got up easier than she had sat down and walked around between the other two centaurs. As she sat back down her flanks brushed up against them. It felt good being close to them, like it was where she belonged. Kyra placed a hand on her back and Paul gently stroked her coat.

“That feels so good." Mira sighed.

“Don't feel embarrassed to ask us any questions." Kyra said.

Well, ah, what's it like being…Well, I'm still all female so…"

“Ah, yes. I've overheard a lot of people wondering, but they never get the nerve to ask me. Sometimes I feel a bit more strongly a need for one side or the other."

“We call it stallion and mare urges." Paul added.

“Give and take is part of every relationship, for us it's on a physical level as well."

“Heh, good way of putting it."

Mira was leaning slightly against Kyra while she let her hand stroke Paul's coat.

“I, ah, don't know how to say this but you both, ah smell good." Her cheeks blushed softly."

“Yeah, the nose is something you need to get used to." Paul said tapping the side of his nose. “One of us gets turned on and as soon as the other catches a whiff, well…"

Mira shivered, but not from cold. She never smelled anything like this before but somehow knew it was the 'stallion sides' of both Kyra and Paul. Mira's rational mind knew she should run and take a cold shower, but something deeper and more primal made her want to stay. Mira offered no resistance when Kyra tilted her head up and pressed her lips against Mira's. When the long kiss was broken, Kyra's lips were replaced by Paul's. She was quickly understanding just what a mare urge was.

God…no wonder they've been banging since Paul was changed. She thought as she was pulled up onto her hooves by her hosts.

She quickly found herself in Paul's strong embrace as Kyra slowly walked behind her, tracing Mira's spine with her fingertips, eventually running her fingers through the long auburn tail. Mira moaned into Paul's mouth, pulling herself tightly against his powerful chest. Kyra gave the mare's rear a little love tap once she was behind it, and in response Mira lifted her tail up and to the side, showing off her needy and winking pussy.

Kyra lifted herself up and mounted the smaller centaur. Mira might have been of a smaller stature, but Kyra's cock fit perfectly. The new centaur broke her kiss with Paul and cried out loudly as she was claimed by Kyra. She turned back slightly and saw Kyra just looming over her and she shivered. Paul reclaimed her mouth as Kyra started to thrust. To her credit, she showed more restraint than she did with Paul, not wanting to hurt the mare.

Mira gripped onto Paul like she was drowning. Her nails scratched his back as she was pushed forward into him by Kyra's thrusts. Mira's eyes were closed tight as her tongue danced with Paul's. She was lost in the dominating lust of her two partners. Part of her wondered if the human was being fucked out of her, but the rest didn't care. With one final powerful thrust Kyra slammed her cock home and unleashed a torrent of cum into Mira.

Mira threw back her head and almost screamed as her orgasm rocked her new body. Kyra smiled down at Paul, pleased by her handiwork. He pulled her down close enough to kiss her deeply. Mira panted for air as her upper torso was sandwiched between Paul and Kyra's as they made out. In her dazed condition all she could think about was when Paul would take his turn with her.

***

After another session of lovemaking and cuddling afterwards the trio headed to the bathroom. With three of them now it was a tighter fit, but Mira didn't mind the close quarters. She closed her eyes and relaxed as her hosts lathered and washed her body head to tail.

“I haven't been washed since I was a little kid. I don't remember it feeling like this."

Kyra giggled. “Maybe because we're so big that we're attracted to communal grooming."

“Maybe…" she sighed and enjoyed the shower. “Hey, I have a question."

“Yes?"

“Is there a good Thai place around here? I had a craving before all of this happened."

Paul laughed. “As long as your friends outside will let the delivery guy through, I know a place."

***

After getting cleaned, groomed and devouring a family's worth of pad-thai Mira was now relaxing with an oversized gas station fountain cup full of rosé. She was starting to come to the realization that this was far from the worst day of her life. She was sitting on the rug between Kyra and Paul again and she just couldn't shake how that made her feel.

“I don't know exactly how to say this, but I can't help but feel some kind of pull towards you both. It's not just attraction; it's deeper. Like, I want to follow you wherever you go and stand by you."

“Maybe it's some kind of herding instinct." Kyra offered. “I think three is enough to count as a herd, right?"

“A group of horses is actually called a string." Mira said before taking a sip. “I know a lot of stupid trivia."

“Ok," Paul said with a bit of a smirk, “but is that the collective noun for a group of centaurs?"

“Unfortunately, I can't google it because we don't have my phone or internet." Kyra said with a shrug.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I may have accidentally crushed mine when I, ah, got big. I'm as cut off as you two are now."

“Don't worry about it." Kyra leaned over and kissed Mira's forehead. “We should watch a movie, it's way too early to go to bed. Any requests, Mira?"

“I'm not picky, as long as I can watch it cuddled up with you two. Actually…" She trailed off, partially lost in her own thoughts.

“What, is there a movie you want to see?" Paul asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“No ,not that. It's just, I keep wondering what it would be like if there were more than just the three of us. It's wrong, isn't it? I feel like I want to spread this around more. I know we could too, I'm the proof of that. The thought of a whole, ah, community of centaurs just feels so appealing to me right now.

Kyra and Paul were both silent as they thought about what Mira had said. The thought of intentionally making more centaurs hadn't crossed their minds, but now it was an invasive thought that was hard to ignore.

“I, ah, don't think your bosses would like that very much. “Kyra said before standing up to get a movie off the shelf.

“I can tell you for sure that the agency was upset about your situation being public, not to mention your continued public appearances. With what happened to Paul and now me, it's only a matter of time before they ship us all off somewhere out of sight. After all, we bought a truck large enough to transport several centaurs with us for a reason."

“We had suspicions." Paul admitted.

“Until they decide to load us up in the truck though, we should make sure to enjoy our time together." Kyra said as she pulled a movie off the shelf. “Let's make the best of what we have."

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