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Chapter 1

The SWAT team filed into their truck. As the last one in, Officer Kyra Claymere slid the door shut. The truck started to move before she even found her seat.

"I can't believe we're being mobilized for a few pictures." Andrés Romero said, shaking his head.

"Art smuggling is no joke." Evan Maxwell replied. “There is a lot of money changing hands here, and I expect them to be just as armed and dangerous as any drug smuggler."

Kyra sighed as she found her seat. "If the department thought uniforms were enough they wouldn't have us get all dressed up."

"I'm not saying there's no danger, but what are we stopping? Rich people buying art stolen from other rich people?" Romero raised his eyebrow.

Reginal King sighed heavily. "Theft is theft, it doesn't magically change that just because the wealthy are involved."

"Not to mention," Brandon Mays said as he adjusted the straps on his helmet, “not all the items were stolen from individuals. Plenty were taken from museums."

"Let's just focus on taking out bad guys." Paul Springer, the team leader said with a sigh.

"How many teams are being mobilized?" Mays asked.

"Four, including us." Springer replied. “The pier is huge, lots of places for people to hide in once the bust starts. Uniforms will be barricading the pier from the shore. We'll be going in along with the FBI."

"Feds are taking point on this?" Romero asked

King rolled his eyes. "Of course they are, it's their bust. We're just here for extra manpower."

"Hey guys," Kyra spoke up, “we're all on the same side here, try and remember that."

Springer nodded. “Claymere is right, let's just focus on the mission."

"Speaking of the mission, Claymere, try not to put any holes in the paintings." Romero smirked

She rolled her eyes. "You're one to talk, CSI needed a shop vac for collecting evidence after that bust on Fremont thanks to you."

There was a round of chuckles in the truck.

"The moron has a point." Springer smirked “No one really cares if you put a slug in a bag of coke, but these are valuable art pieces. Just be aware and try not to use a Rembrandt as a backstop."

"We're two minutes out!" The driver called from the front.

"Alright, final checks. We want to hit the ground running on this one."

The mood quickly shifted from jovial to serious in the truck. Kyra double checked her carbine and sidearm before making sure the rest of her gear was firmly in place. She could feel her heart already starting to beat faster as they reached the city's port.

***

There is no such thing as a perfect operation, but today was as good as it gets. The overwhelming presence of FBI and SWAT didn't give the smugglers time to react. The armed smugglers didn't like their chances and surrendered, or made a break for it. The barricade caught two buyers who tried to flee once they saw the bust going down. With nowhere to run other than diving into the bay, the entire smuggling operation was soon detained and being loaded into vehicles for transport. After the initial assault, Kyra's team was tasked with sweeping the southeast quadrant looking for anyone who tried to run and hide.

Kyra carefully made her way through the rows of cargo containers with her gun at the ready. She was listening to the radio chatter, but her mind was focused on her surroundings.

"Claymere, Romero, Maxwell, do you guys have anything?"

"Nothing but cargo containers." Romero radioed back

"Same here." Maxwell's voice crackled over the radio

"I'm clear here." Kyra called as she hit the end of the pier.

"Alright, circle back and regroup at point charlie. "

Kyra let out a long sigh. She didn't exactly relax, she would do that back at the precinct, instead just releasing the excess tension. Kyra kept her eyes and weapon ready as she turned around. She hadn't walked very far when she noticed one of the shipping containers was open. The door was mostly closed, but the latch was clearly disengaged. Carefully, she approached, listening for any sound coming from the container. Hearing nothing, Kyra stood to the side and threw open the door. When no one opened fire, she used her mirror to look around the corner. Kyra didn't see anything, so carefully she slipped around the corner, scanning the inside of the container. All she saw was boxes and crates, as one would expect, but in the middle of the container it looked like a small crate had been torn open. First she cleared the container, then she inspected the opened crate.

It was a small wooden crate. An ID number was stenciled on the side but otherwise it had no documentation Kyra could see. The top of the crate was tossed to the side, but she didn't see any tools nearby. At first glance looking in, all Kyra could see was straw. She dug around slightly and she uncovered a small stone figure.

Kyra didn't need a doctorate to know it was old. The small carved stone figure looked to be a stylized horse, but it was odd. Instead of the four legs one would expect to see on a horse, this one sported eight legs. She carefully turned it around in her hands, captivated by the figure. She noticed some runes carved on the underside. That was when she started to get an eerie feeling. As she went to place it back into its nest of straw, the blank eyes of the horse statue started to glow with a bright red color.

Luckily the rest of her team wasn't there to hear her cry out like a little girl. Kyra quickly backed away from the figure and its crate and quickly noped out of the container. Once she was outside she leaned against the side and caught her breath.

OK, that can't have actually happened. The stress and adrenaline must be getting to me. Kyra removed her goggles and rubbed her eyes. That creepy eight-legged horse must have triggered an old nightmare or something. Still, I'm not about to go touch it again.

Kyra pushed off from the container and started back to meet up with the rest of her team. She had only taken a handful of steps before she started to feel strange. Sweat was beading on her skin and rolling down her face, though she didn't feel especially warm. Kyra placed a hand over her gut as she felt her insides start to churn.

Damn! I knew I shouldn't have gotten that breakfast burrito!

As it continued, it felt less and less like indigestion. Her mind started to spin and landed on the worst case scenario.

Oh god! Was there some kind of biological agent on that thing?

Kyra was unsure what to do, call it in or wait a while longer. Her head felt a little hazy so she pulled off her helmet. It was then she felt weak in her legs and fell to the ground. She lost her headpiece as she hit the floor.

“Ow! Damn it!" Kyra tried to push herself up.

The officer felt her heart beating hard in her chest, like it wanted to tear through her body armor. The feeling in Kyra's gut seemed to change and she could feel a warm wave radiating out from her abdomen down to the tips of her toes. It was undoubtedly a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. She then felt something happening in her legs. Kyra's muscles twitched and flexed in her legs, but there was a feeling almost as if they were being massaged from the inside out. She looked down and could see her thighs rapidly growing thicker and stretching her tactical pants tight before the seams started to split.

Kyra let out a sigh of relief as the pressure was relieved as the material tore free of her legs. She pulled the shredded fabric away and stared at her hips and thighs. They must have doubled in size, but more than just growing more massive, the shape started to change, not even looking human anymore and the changes were cascading down her legs. Kyra could feel something happening to her feet inside her boots, but was unable to address that when she felt something growing out from her body right above her hips. She shrugged out of her vest and armor, which was getting more uncomfortable by the second. Once Kyra had removed it she could see two somethings tenting her shirt. She pulled up her shirt and let out a gasp.

Moving slightly were a pair of miniature legs, though at the rate they were growing they wouldn't be miniature for long. Given the fact that both little legs ended in a small dark hoof, Kyra could only guess they were horse legs. She could feel them growing with every pulse of her heart, but that wasn't the only thing she felt. With a snap, her panties finally tore apart. That drew Kyra"s attention to her sex. She could feel the pounding of her pulse in her clit as it swelled. She was afraid to touch it, knowing how sensitive it must be. As Kyra watched it seemed to split, dividing into two. The upper one then started to grow much quicker, soon doubling and then tripling its size.

The shape started to alter and Kyra blushed half out of embarrassment and half out of arousal as she realized it was starting to become a cock. It was bigger than any she had ever seen in real life, and it was taking on a less than human shape, the glans becoming wide and flat while a ring of flesh formed closer to the base. She felt something swirling in her gut and then a sensation as if something was moving inside of her. At the base of her new cock, a small flap of skin formed that was soon filled with a pair of semi-solid objects. They started to swell and expand and before she knew it, Kyra had grown a large pair of balls to go with her cock. Her vagina was still very much there, but it was changing shape as well as its color, becoming much darker and longer, the labia became thicker and stronger as well.

Kyra kicked back with her legs and the ruined remnants of her boots flew off, revealing the dark hooves that were once her feet. There was a sudden surge of growth in her new legs, bringing them to almost the same size as her original pair now was. There was a sensation in Kyra's hips, almost as if an unseen hand was pulling her butt. She felt something pop inside her and her rear did push away from her body. It happened again and Kyra reached around to feel what was going on. As best she could tell, her spine was somehow growing, but she wasn't getting taller, it was pushing out at almost a right angle. There was another pop as a new vertebrae formed and pushed her rear out further. Kyra's new legs started to shift more to the side, taking the place of what were quickly becoming her rear legs. She could feel them popping into the proper place inside a lower pair of shoulders that had formed after her hips moved back. There was a certain sense of relief that the new limbs were no longer just hanging off her body.

Her lower body continued to extend and a second rib cage began to grow out from her extended spine. It wasn't just empty space in there either. Kyra could feel a second heart beating in the rapidly expanding chest. It was scary at first but it soon synced up with her original heart. It did little to calm her pulse in the moment, but she could feel the blood pumping into her rapidly growing body.

Kyra may not have been the biggest mythology nerd, but she knew a centaur when she saw one. Her lower body had the unmistakable equine shape, even if it was still just bare skin. But just when Kyra thought she had herself figured out, something else stared to happen. She felt something behind the top of her front legs, and in front of her rear pair. It almost felt like her body was clay and unseen hands were pinching, stretching, and molding her body at those four points. As she watched, four additional legs started to grow out from her body.

“What the hell? Isn't four legs enough?" she cried out.

Apparently, it was not. As the legs rapidly grew to match the other four a coat of fine hairs began to cover the equine portion of her body. The dark red color was a perfect match for the long braid that topped her head. The lower body seemed to be filling out, like a colt rapidly maturing into a full fledged stallion. Kyra was huge, like one of those horses from the beer commercials. In fact, she was even growing the white long feathering around all eight of her hooves.

Above her now very equine anus, a small bud started to push out from the base of her spine. It was obviously a tail. At first it looked like a rat's tail, long, skinny and bare, but soon long silky hairs started to cover it, once again matching her hair and coat in color. Kyra was distracted from her tail by the feeling coming from both of her sexes.

Somehow, Kyra's body knew how to move and she scrambled up onto all eight of her feet. It seemed as natural to her as walking on two legs, though after smacking her flanks into a shipping container, Kyra had to learn to be aware of her new increased size. The feeling in her pussy and cock continued to build. Both were fully equine at this point. Her pussy was dark gray, almost black in color, as were her massive pair of balls. Her cock was mottled with a few splashes of pink along its nearly two feet of length.

It felt as though the unseen massaging hands were now stimulating both of her parts simultaneously, and were doing a great job of it. Her mind almost couldn't handle it as the pleasure and pressure built. At the end she cried out and reared up on her hind legs. Kyra came like a fire hose, shooting ropes of hot cum out across the pier while her pussy spasmed internally. She dropped down hard enough to rattle the doors of the containers near her.

Kyra held onto the side of a shipping container tightly, almost whiting out from the dual climax. As she regained her senses, she could hear a tiny voice calling out. It took Kyra a moment to realize it was her headset. She couldn't believe she was able to hear anything with it so far from her ear. She slowly got back down on the cold cement and retrieved her headset. Even before she got it close to her ear, Kyra could hear Springer's voice calling out to her.

“Claymere! Do you copy? Where the hell are you? Are you injured?"

“Claymere here, I copy, sorry I lost my headset."

“How the hell did that happen?"

“There's been a…situation, sir." Kyra could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "You better come and see this."

***

Kyra roused from her slumber when she heard the alarm going off. She pushed up from the hammock-like sling she rested her upper body in while sleeping and silenced the alarm clock. It took her a while to get used to sleeping standing up, but it was more comfortable for her in the long run, especially with eight legs to sort out. After three weeks it was as normal to her as sleeping in a bed had been.

She stretched her arms over her body and then flexed her 'waist' where her upper and lower body joined. She was actually quite flexible there, and was able to turn around enough to see her own tail and lean forward at a more shallow angle than one would expect. She then shook out her legs, two at a time, to loosen them up a bit after the night before leaving her room.

Calling it a room was generous. In all actuality it was a large stall. She was currently sequestered in a barn that belonged to the city's mounted division. She couldn't really blame the force, where else would she fit? Kyra would have more than a little difficulty getting into her apartment right now, even if she used the freight elevator. The barn had been thoroughly cleaned, but her sense of smell was more powerful than it used to be. There was no point in complaining though and eventually she got nose blind to the smell of horses that lingered.

She left her room and started to walk slowly around the open area of the barn, warming up her legs. It was surprisingly easy to get used to having eight legs. Whatever had happened to her had given Kyra the muscle memory to move around, though it did take her a few days to get used to her increased size and just where her butt was relative to the front of her body. What she was still having difficulty with was the dual nature of her sex.

Kyra still felt completely feminine in her mindset, but having a stallion sized package on her undercarriage was something she was still dealing with. She didn't have any medical reports to back it up, but she felt it was affecting her in more ways than just having more obvious arousals. Kyra had started to feel some stallion urges as she called them. Right now, the best she could do was try to burn them off running.

Her new body was built for strength more than speed, but she could still outrun any human. Some of the strength had bleed into Kyra's upper body, but it was mostly focused in the lower region. She mused how there would be no need for a battering ram to breach a door, she could kick a security door off its hinges with barely any effort. That is, if Kyra was allowed to remain on the SWAT team, or even a cop at all.

She would properly exercise later on the training field, but first she needed her morning coffee. They had set up an improvised kitchen for her; a microwave, a toaster oven, a decent hotplate, an old coffee machine, and with a fridge Maxwell loaned her that usually just held beer in his garage. She started up a pot of coffee and sighed.

Kyra hadn't been allowed to have her phone or computer while her condition was being evaluated. Officially, she was on medical leave. Unofficially, Kyra was starting to go stir crazy. She almost missed the poking and prodding from the CDC and NIH from her first week in the barn. All she had to distract herself was exercise and a handful of DVDs she found in storage, most of which were training videos for mounted officers.

Once the pot of coffee was brewed she added sugar and creamer directly to the carafe. She drank from it as though it was just a large mug, but given her mass it might as well have been a small coffee.

And what do I do to kill time today? If I was back home I could at least binge watch something. This is worse than the time I was actually shot, at least I could watch sitcoms while I recovered.

Kyra got dressed for her day, though that still technically left her naked from the 'waist' down. She put on a sports bra and a gray SWAT t-shirt she always wore while training. She was just about to let herself out into the training field when her now far more sensitive ears heard a vehicle coming up the gravel driveway.

I guess PT will have to wait. Kyra sighed and went to wait by the door to see who it was. She recognized Springer's truck without needing to look at the plate. But her team leader wasn't alone. Getting out of the truck with him was their department chief, Josh Washington.

“Nice of you to visit, Chief." Kyra said as she ducked down to walk out the door.

Springer had gotten used to her appearance, but it was obvious Chief Washington had not from the look in his eyes.

“How are you feeling, Officer Claymere?"

“I'm fine, more bored than anything." She turned towards Springer “If I'm going to be cut off from the world, do you think you can at least bring me up some non-training DVDs to watch?"

Springer chuckled. “I heard you last time, I got a stack of them in the truck for you, along with some other things the team sent over."

“Why don't we go inside to talk, we have some things to discuss with you." Chief Washington motioned back towards the door.

Kyra was aware it was not a request. “Sure, come on in, it's police property anyway." She turned as tightly as she could to head back inside.

“True, but we still want to respect your privacy." Chief Washington said as they followed behind her

She turned to look back at her chief. “Sir, the only thing protecting my privacy right now is my tail." The chief blushed slightly but she continued. “Come on in, I'll make some more coffee."

Her superiors followed her into the barn and sat down at a high table while Kyra made a fresh pot of coffee. She decided to use a mug for herself since she had company over. She sat down at the table that put her at roughly the same height as her guests.

“So, what is this visit about, Chief." She asked, getting right to the point.

“First of all, I've gotten word back from the various health agencies. I have an entire bankers box full of the reports for you in the truck to go through. However, the main point is there is no trace of any infections or dangerous agents on or in your body."

Kyra sighed but smiled slightly. “That's good to know."

“By all accounts you're healthy, both physically and mentally, even in your altered state."

“Yep, fit as a horse." She smirked across the table.

“Officer…" the chief said in a warning tone.

“With all due respect, sir, I'm the one turned into a centaur. If I want to joke about it to keep my sanity I think I have the right to." She picked up her mug and took a long drink while maintaining eye contact.

“She's got you there, Josh." Springer smiled over the rim of his mug.

“So," Kyra placed her mug down on the table, "is there any word on what actually happened to me?"

“That's where things get a little sketchy. I heard back that there is a legend about that statue you found. Do you know anything about Norse mythology?"

Kyra shrugged. “Just that that's where Thor comes from."

“Well, we're dealing with a different god here. According to the legend, that figurine belonged to Loki, the god of mischief."

“Why would he have an eight legged horse statue?

“Because apparently he's the mother of Sleipnir, Odin's eight-legged horse.

“I thought Loki was a guy?"

“Mythology gets weird sometimes, don't ask me why. Anyway, nobody will outright say what happened to you was magic, but it pretty much is magic as far as I can tell."

“You know, given what and how it happened I'm ok with “Viking god magic" and can move on from that."

“The next matter is a discussion of your future." The chief looked to Springer for a moment before he continued. "Given the extreme uniqueness of your incident, the department and union are willing to offer you retirement with full benefits and pension."

Kyra shook her head. “I didn't lose a limb, I gained six more. Being a cop has been my dream since I was ten, I'm not going to give up on it. Besides, Romero and King already clued me in that I'm not a secret to the world."

Chief Washington snapped his head to Springer.

“I never ordered the team to not inform Officer Claymere of the media attention surrounding her condition."

“We will discuss this later, Paul." The chief turned his attention back to Kyra. “The cat is out of the bag, however, there have been requests from various agencies for you to be transferred to their care for further research into your condition."

“I'm a cop, sir, not a guinea pig. I'd rather push papers behind a desk in the precinct, than be poked daily at some secret lab."

“I know we will have to make some accommodations for Officer Claymere, But It would be a waste of all the money the city and county spent training her to make her a desk sergeant."

“I understand your point, but the city is being pressured."

“Sir, unless you're firing me, I'm not going to leave the force. I'd rather stay with SWAT, but if you want to put me in the mounted patrol or whatever, I will do it." Kyra folded her hands and looked the chief in his eyes. "And if you do fire me, I'll look into a discrimination lawsuit against the city."

Chief Washington was not expecting to hear that. “Are you serious?"

“Last I checked, being an eight-legged centaur means I'm pretty much a minority in the force." she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

Springer was the first to break the silence. “She probably would win. And even if she didn't. the publicity would be terrible for the department and the city."

“Sir, really, it's not a debilitating issue, and I don't want to live out my life living in a lab."

Chief Washington shook his head and sighed heavily. “I will need to have a talk with some people, including the mayor. However, I am willing to let you continue as a member of the force in a probationary position until we are both sure you can fulfill your duties. Is that acceptable, Officer Claymere?"

“Yes sir." Kyra smiled and offered her hand across the table.

They shook hands and then her guests stood up. “Once Paul finishes unloading the truck, we'll be off. I've got some calls to make over this."

“I'll help Springer unload the truck." Kara said as she got back up on her hooves.

“So, when the Fourth of July Parade comes around in the summer, do you think they'll let you pull the old paddy wagon around?" Springer smirked.

“Actually, that does sound kind of fun." Kyra laughed as they made their way to his truck.

***

Kyra was gearing up with her team. A specially designed ballistic vest protected her flanks while standard body armor covered her upper torso. The department farrier had designed a series of armored pads for all eight of her legs, and they fit her perfectly. He had also trimmed back the feathering around her hooves at her request while he shod her. Her long tail was done up in a braid that mirrored her hairstyle.

“Are you ready to knock on some doors?" Romero gave her flank a solid friendly smack.

“I'm always ready." she stamped the concrete floor with a pair of hooves.

“Let's go!" Springer called as the back of their new larger truck dropped down as a ramp.

“I love how you scored us a new ride." Mays chuckled as they loaded in.

“Just a reasonable accommodation." Kyra smiled as she turned around to back into the truck.

“Ramp up, let's go!" Springer called from the front.

As soon as it was closed the truck sped out from the garage. Inside Kyra was smiling. What mattered most to her was unchanged, she can deal with the rest.

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