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Barbara was on a quest of sorts. It started with a simple book about lucid dreaming, explaining the concept and had various stories from those that had experienced the phenomenon. Barbara's curiosity was piqued and she started reading more books on the subject and dreams in general. The idea of molding and experiencing a dream in her own terms would allow her to truly live out her deepest fantasies. Barbara searched for every book about dreaming she could find. She quickly exhausted the usual sources for books and was soon tracking down obscure books online and searching through used book stores.

Barbara tore through the books like potato chips, trying to glean any bit of information she could find. The living room of her small apartment was starting to resemble a deranged library with stacks of books, notebooks, sticky-notes, and even esoteric charts hanging off the walls. Barbara was having some success with lucid dreaming, but she wanted more. She had come across mentions here and there about the dream world, but her research kept hitting dead ends as she tried to find out more.

Barbara was going through her notes and trying to see if she had missed something. Her mind, however, kept wondering. Thoughts of truly living her fantasy, once she figured everything out, kept Barbara from focusing very well on her handwritten notes. She was jarred out of her daydream when her phone chimed with a new text. Barbara reached for her phone and saw she had just received a text from an unknown number.

If it is unusual and hard to find books you are looking for, I have just the place for you! Come on down to Fantasma and check it out, I'm sure you'll find something interesting!

It then listed the address to Fantasma. Barbara stared at the message, trying to figure out who could have sent it. The people who knew what she was researching were all online, and none of them had her number.

I thought I had investigated every store in the city. Barbara thought. Ignoring that, how did this mystery person even know to send me a text? The strange message still had her interest. Barbara stared at the provided address and mulled it over. It wouldn't hurt to check it out, I'm all out of leads. She looked down at her disheveled appearance, having rolled out of bed several hours ago and jumping right into her research as she always did on her days off. Maybe after a quick shower, then I can at least check it out.

Barbara got showered and dressed and hopped on her bike. She pulled up the address on her phone and started to make her way downtown. At first it was no different than any other trip she had taken to the center of the city. But, as she got closer Barbara had to keep checking the map on her phone. It took her back deep in a series of interlocking alleyways, some she swore were too narrow for a car.

After a long ride deep into what she jokingly thought of as the Hidden City, Barbara found Fantasma. It looked old, as if it was leftover from the previous turn of the century. Not too surprising, given its almost hidden location.

This looks like the place. Barbara thought as she stalled her bike. It looks almost like something out of a cheesy movie. But I've already come this far. She shrugged before making her way inside.

A bell above the door rang and announced her presence. Internally, Barbara felt she would have been disappointed if there wasn't an old fashioned door chime on the door. Her nose filled with the scent of old books as she breathed in. Looking around, Barbara didn't see anyone else in Fantasma. She looked around the store, taking in the shelves and books. Some of the books looked quite ancient, some weren't even in English, and some seemed like they came off the set for a fantasy movie. Barbra caught one out of the corner of her eye that she could swear was glowing when she started to look away.. She was about to reach for it when a voice spoke out from behind her.

“Hello, may I be of any assistance? " A old woman asked

Barbara nearly jumped out of her skin. She gathered herself somewhat before turning around to look at the old lady. She had a bit of an 'old librarian' look about her. Here silver hair was tied up in a bun. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and long black skirt. From behind large round glasses her bright green eyes watched Barbara intently.

Surprised by the woman's sudden appearance Barbara's wires crossed.

"Do you have any futanari boo… '' Barbara slapped her hand over her flushing face embarrassed at what she just blurted out, "...I mean, do you have any books on dreaming? Like on lucid dreaming or otherwise controlling one's own dreams?"

“Ah," she gave a slight nod with a chuckle over Barbara's outburst , “you're seeking to master dreams, aren't you?." She looked around the store, tapping a finger on her lips. “Mmn-hmm yes…" she smiled, “I know the exact book you would be interested in. Please, wait here, I'll go and retrieve the book in question." She smiled warmly before turning and walking down one of the aisles of old books.

Barbara watched the old lady walk away until she disappeared around a corner. While she waited for the old lady to return, she continued to look around Fantasma. Since she first started her quest, Barbara had been in plenty of unique shops, but this one really stood out. Lost in her exploration of Fantasma, Barbara didn't notice the old lady's return. At least she didn't jump this time when the shopkeeper cleared her throat. She placed a small ancient looking tome down on the counter and looked up at Barbara.

"If you're looking to master dreams, then this is the book you're looking for." She brushed some dust off the leather binding. “This old tome is about mastering the dreamworld. It's far from light reading, but it is very complete in its information."

Barbara looked down at the old book. She'd been around old books long enough to realize this must be a valuable book from its look alone. "How much does it cost? It must be a fortune for something like that..." Barbara said, looking intently at the book.

She didn't see the old lady as she smirked at Barbara. "For you, my dear, it's free."

Barbara looked up, disbelief in her face. "What? Are you sure? I mean this looks, well, priceless. You can't lose that much money."

The old lady chuckled, “I do quite well for myself." she motioned to the shelves surrounding them. “You could say this store is really just a hobby of mine. Besides that, I have a feeling this is exactly the book you have been looking for. Far be it from me to keep it from you over the matter of a few dollars."

The lady smiled as she wrapped the tome up in brown paper and tied it neatly with some string before handing it to the still shocked young woman. Barbara accepted the book with a mix of reluctance and excitement.

She stared at the brown parcel in her hands for a moment before looking up to the lady. "Well...ah...thank you. I'll take good care of this."

“I'm sure you will." the old lady smiled broadly, “enjoy, and sweet dreams"

Barbara walked out the store and put the paper bound book in the basket of her bike. She peddled a couple streets away, but Barbara still wasn't sure about getting the book for free. She came to a stop and shook her head.

This isn't right...I can't just take this for nothing. Even if it is just what I have in my wallet, she deserves at least that much.

Barbara turned around and made her way back to the store. She could swear she followed the same path back, but as she got closer she started to doubt herself.

Maybe I made a wrong turn somewhere...

Eventually Barbara found her way through the maze of alleys and back down the same narrow street. The store was there, but the sign was weathered and the windows boarded up. The store looked like it was abandoned for years.

"What the…" she hopped off her bike and went up to the boarded windows. What's going on? I was here less than ten minutes ago!

Barbara was confused about the store when she saw an older man walk by.

“Excuse me! Sir!" she said as she walked up to the man. “I was just looking for the book shop Fantasma, and it looks like it's all closed up."

“That place?" he motioned with his head, “Oh man, that place closed up like fifteen, maybe even twenty years ago. It's a shame too, it was a unique little shop."

“R-really? Are you sure?"

“Oh yeah, it was big news in the neighborhood, we're pretty closed off back in here and when Deborah disappeared it was a shock to the community. She just vanished without a trace and the store was left abandoned. It's a sad story, but these things happen even back in here I'm afraid. Why are you interested in the old Fantasma store anyway?"

“I, ah, I heard online it had a unique selection. I just didn't know the information was so, um, out of date." Barbara said to cover herself and not sound crazy to the old man. “Thank you for clearing things up, I better get going, bye." She thanked the man and went back to her bike.

The brown parcel was still sitting there in the basket. Barbara picked it up, feeling the shape of the book under the brown paper. She couldn't have imagined it, she had the proof right there in her hands. Barbara then checked her phone, only to see that the mysterious text message was gone. She didn't erase it, in fact she had the bad habit of not clearing out old messages until the memory on her phone was full.

Feeling a bit uneasy about everything, Barbara got on her bike and made her way back home. She stalled her bike and made her way up to her apartment. Barbara placed the book on a clear spot on her dinner table and grabbed something to drink from the fridge. She sat down and took several sips of soda as she stared at the package.

If i didn't know better, I'd think this was a dream… she mused before taking a long drink. Well, might as well take a good look at it.

Barbara placed her drink down and cut the string with a pair of scissors. She carefully opened the paper, as if the book was going to jump up at her. Barbara ran her hand slowly over the cover and the feel of the old leather sent a tingle down her spine. She took a deep breath and noted the old book smell. Barbara let out the breath slowly and opened the book and started to read it.

After just a few minutes of reading, Barbara realized this was going to be more than just a quick read. The old woman was telling the truth when she said it wasn't light reading. The book went deep into metaphysics and philosophy at points. Barbara was tempted to skip ahead, but the book cautioned that this knowledge was necessary to comprehend any actual dreaming journeys. She grabbed an old notebook and started taking notes as she read. Barbara lost herself in the book not noticing the time that was slipping by. She looked up after several hours and realized night had fallen. She downed the warm flat soda that remained in the can then placed a bookmark in the old tome and closed it.

I won't be the master of my dreams tonight it seems. Barbara thought as she got up out of the chair and stretched her arms and legs, but I think this is the book I was looking for. The old lady was right about that. She smiled slightly as she went to fix a quick meal.

***

Barbara continued to read and study the book over the next several weeks. If she wasn't at her job, she was reading, researching her own sleep patterns in depth, and referencing back to the book. In that manner, even while sleeping she was at study. Barbara went through the various steps and procedures outlined in the book. Everything from guided meditation, taking certain herbal concoctions before bed, to keeping a detailed dream journal, Though she saw an improvement from what she had already accomplished before receiving the book, Barbara still hadn't fully realized her goal.

She sat at her dining table, now covered in notes and diagrams she had drawn up from her research and more than a few empty soda cans. Barbara was making her way through the final chapter of the book. She wasn't taking notes at this point, she found it easier to absorb the information now after weeks of study. Barbara was mulling over the last paragraph while finishing her last can of soda when she noticed something. There were some handwritten notes on the last few blank pages.

“What's this?" Barbara said out loud as she started to look at the notes.

I have exhausted this book. This certainly expanded my understanding of dreams and the dream world. However, as well written as it is, the book was still missing a few critical pieces of information. I would not have progressed past simple lucid dreaming if I hadn't met a person who had truly mastered dreaming. He gave me the missing piece, a series of sigils.

The next page contained detailed drawings of the sigils and how to properly use them. When she had first started down this path Barbara would have just dismissed this as nonsense. By this point, however, she had already seen results from procedures more rooted in the mystical than the scientific. She read over the notes accompanying the diagrams. One would have to place a certain sigil on each of the corners of a prepared sleeping place. Barbara had already aligned her bed to the natural energy flows and scribed other arcane marks in her bedroom, so this was something Barbara felt she could handle without much further preparation.

She copied the sigils down into her notebook to familiarize herself with them when she noticed a final rushed post script.

Whoever reads this, don't sleep longer than eight hours!

I messed upI!

I-

The note just stopped there. Beyond that there was only the back cover of the book. She was slightly off-put by the interrupted message. But she had a near run in with some nightmare nasties and that didn't stop her, it only made her more cautious. She decided it made more sense to just heed the warning than think about the implications.

“Right," Barbara murmured to herself as she gently closed the book, “don't sleep longer than eight hours using these sigils…"

She scribbled a few more notes down and took the time to throw out the empty cans before moving to her bedroom. Barbara slowly traced the sigils onto her bedposts. To anyone else her bed would look odd. The four wood posts were just unfinished lumber from the local home improvement center bolted onto the basic metal frame of her bed. Barbara wasn't trying to imitate a fancy four posted bed, Rather the posts served a purpose in properly focusing her energies. There were already runes and symbols scribed onto the posts, but they were not as large or complicated as these new ones. With the correct symbol scribed on each post, Barbara began her preparations for that night's dream.

Barbara started with a long bath. Into the hot water she added herbs and essential oils, filling the small bathroom with a pleasant scent. She stripped down and eased herself into the hot water and let out a long sigh. Soaking in the bath was rather pleasant on its own. But she found in practice it did more than just help her relax. After toweling off she returned to her bedroom, not bothering with a robe since she would be going to bed soon.

Using a tube lipstick Barbara drew several protective signs on her body to ward off nightmares, a lesson she had learned the hard way. Just the act of drawing the esoteric signs made her feel safer. Barbara was honestly considering getting them tattooed onto her body in the future. She figured the cost and temporary discomfort would be worth it in the long run, one close call with nightmare nasties was enough for her.

That done, Barbara turned off the lights and climbed into her bed. She had never considered sleeping in the nude before, but now she found it more comfortable. Even nights when she 'just slept' she did so in the buff. Her research had said something about it being a more natural way to sleep. Barbara lived alone, and her curtains were perpetually closed anyway so she had little to really worry about.

Barbara was just arranging herself in her bed when she remembered the warning.

Oh, right! Better turn on my alarm. She reached for her phone and turned her alarm on. Now I hope this actually works…

Barbara began to chant her sleep mantra slowly in her mind as she closed her eyes. She had learned of this early on in her research and it came easily to her now. Soon Barbara fell into a gentle but deep sleep. She was unaware that the fresh sigils around her bed started to glow faintly in the dark room. Barbara opened her eyes fully and looked around. At first it looked like her room, but it was light outside. Not sunlight, however, just light.

"This isn't right…" Barbara's training helped her to question but not awaken, “I think this is a dream." she said softly as she got up from her bed.

She walked the short distance to the window with no concern for her lack of clothes. Barbara looked out the window but instead of seeing the normal busy street she saw an endless grassy plain surrounding her apartment building. As she watched a school of fish swam through the air.

"Right, the dream world can be strange." Barbara said to herself.

Feeling aware enough to try an exercise she thought about an apple tree and in a blink she found herself by an apple tree. The branches were laden with large red fruits, each one a perfect apple. Barbara smiled at how easy it was to do this now. She plucked an apple from the tree and took a bite. It tasted just like one from the real world. Barbara leaned against the tree smiling to herself as she enjoyed the apple. It looked as though everything was finally starting to pay off. Barbara looked down and noticed she was still naked.

Hmm, well...how about a little dress up…

Barbara thought of a mirror and a full length one appeared in front of her. She looked at her reflection for a moment thinking about what to wear. The first thing to pop into her mind was a floral sundress. It simply manifested in her body. Barbara spun around and let the skirt flare out as she smiled.

That was easier than the apple tree...but maybe something a little more practical this time.

The dress melted away to leave her in a tee and her favorite pair of jeans.

Not bad, but this is a dream. Let's try something more fun and daring.

In a blink, Barbara was wearing a black leather panties and a bra with knee-high boots.

"Nice" she turned to the side, "damn, I look pretty hot like this."

As she lingered on her reflection Her mind turned to the entire reason she had started down the path of mastering her dreams.

"OK, clothing is easy," she said, running her hands down over her front, "let's see if I can change myself."

Barbara cupped her rather modestly sized breasts. Back in high school she had been slightly jealous of her friends who filled out their bikinis far better than she ever could. Barbara cupped her breasts through the top and they started to expand. She smiled as they grew full and round, at least to a solid C-cup size. Barbara admired her handy work in the mirror, bouncing them a bit just for fun. Her smile deepened and she made them swell a bit more.

No point in holding back in a dream she thought as she reached busty porn star proportions. Fun, but I look a little top heavy. Maybe a little A to balance out the T…

Barbara placed her hands on her hips and they flared slightly. Turning to her side her rear rounded and filled out leaving her with a firm curvy ass.

And I thought I looked hot before…

Confident in her abilities Barbara decided it was time to really make her dreams come true. At first she was unsure where to start, but then Barbara hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. She pushed them down over her enhanced thighs and ass and stepped out of them. It was only after Barbara dropped them to the ground she realized she could have just made them vanish. She did so with the bra and boots, leaving her once again naked under the apple tree.

Barbara took another moment to admire her modified appearance before taking a deep breath and forming the image in her mind. As she watched her shaved sex started to change. Her clitoris started to lengthen and swell, growing with each heartbeat. Meanwhile, her labia started to fold inward and fuse together. As Barbara's clit grew, it started to change shape. With each beat of her pulse; it looked more and more like a cock. Below her new shaft a scrotum formed and a pair of balls formed inside, filling it nicely.

Barbara let out a sigh as she inspected her new equipment. She had modeled the looks off of her college boyfriend, being the cock she was the most familiar with. It was fairly average, but she now had a cock. Barbara reached down and felt the shaft and balls. It felt just as real as anything else did here, both to her fingertips as well as the sensations her cock was experiencing. Barbara let out a soft moan as she started to get hard. She watched in the mirror as she stroked her shaft to full hardness. It didn't take long for Barbara to climax sending thick ropes of cum flying into the mirror. Unknown to her, she squirted in the real world creating a moist patch in her bed.

Back in the dream world Barbara admired herself with a cock of her own. However, she was not aware that she was being observed.

"Mmhm...now I know why guys love to jerk off so much," she let out a soft giggle, “but I'm in the dreamworld, let's go larger!"

Barbara stifled out a moan as her cock grew hard once again. This time, however, it grew larger with every pulse of her heart. Barbara stopped her cock's growth once it grew up just past porn star size. Rock hard and drooling pre-cum, she now had a cock as large as most of her fictional futa girls would have. Barbara stroked her shaft till she came again, this time cumming like a hentai character. The explosion released large quantities of her seed, creating a pool of cum at the base of the mirror. She squirted again in the real world, further moistening her bed.

Barbara panted slightly as she looked at the mess she made. "Well, I'm glad only this is possible in hentai videos."

“Anything is possible in the real world as well." A voice called out from behind her..

Barbara spun around to see just who spoke to her. Standing there leaning against the apple tree was a woman.

Where did she come from? Barbara wondered. I didn't think of a person…

She blinked and suddenly the woman was right in front of her. Needless to say, this startled Barbara and she took a step back. Her startled expression changed to surprise as the woman started to run her hands over Barbara's shaft. A shiver shot down her spine and she quickly responded to the deft touches; after all, there is no such thing as a refractory period in a dream. Barbara's shaft quickly grew hard once again. She didn't even get a single word out before the woman jumped up into Barbara's arms and guided the monster cock into her pussy.

As the stranger slid down the massive shaft both the women moaned out loudly. Barbara slowly got the rhythm of the woman and bucked her hips up into the stranger. She reveled in the sensation of being the one pounding into a pussy for a change. And what a sensation it was; the woman's pussy practically milked her huge shaft. It didn't take long before they both moaned out loudly. Barbara's cum leaked out around her shaft as they climaxed.

Back in the waking world, Barbara was squirming in her bed, her moans and sighs mirroring her dreamself. The changes of the dreamworld were starting to bleed over and affect her physical body. Barbara's breasts started to swell, soon growing to the size of her dreamself. Lower on her body, her clit started to stir in its hood and swell. Soon it grew out of its hood slowly pushing its way out from the folds. It pulsed with the beat of her heart as it grew long and started to change. Large veins started to grow along its length as an opening on the tip of the clit opened up. Then it started to expand its girth, growing out into a small penis. But much like her chest, Barbara's new appendage continued to grow to match the dream, gaining length and girth until it reached full size. Not long after, a pair of balls popped out from her slit, sealing the entrance as they did so. Barbara bucked her hips up as she climaxed, sending thick ropes of cum across her bed and herself

Back in the dreamworld, Barbara was panting, and her legs were shaking. She sank down onto the grass, her cock still impaling the woman. The stranger slipped off her shaft and sat next to Barbara while her wet and dripping cock grew soft for the time being. After catching her breath, Barbara turned to look at the woman.

“You're certainly not a creation of my mind." she said after a moment

The woman smiled “No. I'm certainly not something you dreamed up." She chuckled. “I'm glad you managed to find your way here. I wasn't sure if you would be able to fully grasp everything you read in the book."

“How do you…" Barbara looked confused.

The woman chuckled as she shifted her visage to the old lady from the bookstore. Barbra's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her.

“I owe you a bit of an explanation." she said as she shifted back to the more youthful form. “You see, I'm well...trapped in the dreamworld. My interactions with others are limited, mostly just to guest starring in other's dreams. But eventually I found I could enter someone's day dreams in the waking world. But just being able to do that wasn't enough. I had to find the right kind of person," she reached out to touch Barbara's cheek, “Someone interested enough in dreams to be able to help me. When I found you, I used my abilities to lead you to my old shop and give you the book."

“That's why the text messages disappeared then."

“Yes, it was never really there to begin with."

“Wow that's so…" Barbara trailed off as she stared at the woman, “I don't even know your name. We haven't really introduced each other...well, beside having sex."

The woman chuckled. “In the dreamworld it's hard to get a good fucking. Getting yourself off is fine at first, you certainly enjoyed it, but after a while it can get old. A figment is, well, just slightly better than getting yourself off. I try to jump into any erotic dreams I can, but sometimes it seems your partners just slip away at the wrong moment. So, I just seized the moment, among other things." She winked. “My name is Deborah, but I already know you're Barbara."

“I can see how that would be frustrating." Barbara sighed. “Deborah, I'm not complaining about the help with the book, and definitely not about the sex...but why me in the first place?"

I can observe the waking world from here to an extent. Your previous attempts to enter the dream world drew my attention, so I started to focus on you. I'm sorry if that sounds a little creepy, but after twenty odd years I was a little desperate. I gave you a lead to the store and the book. The rest you did on your own." Deborah got up and stretched out her arms and legs. "I knew it would be worth it for you. The dream world is fascinating. You can do whatever you want to do, you've just scratched the surface."

Deborah walked a few steps away from her new acquaintance. Her body seemed to ripple and change. Her torso stretched and bent, a new pair of limbs pushed out from abdomen. Muscles and bones shifted and swelled. Her feet turned to hooves, soon matched by a second pair. Fur sprouted and spread along her lower body as she settled onto all four of her hooves. Her upper body stayed mostly unchanged, apart from her muscles becoming more defined. Soon a long silken tail flicked out behind her rump.

Deborah turned and smiled broadly down at Barbara. "You see, I always liked mystical beings like centaurs." she walked effortlessly on her four legs, showing off her perfect coat. “There's no need to limit yourself to solely human, my dear." Deborah turned around showing herself off and flicked her tail aside showing off her dark and swollen mare pussy.

Barbara looked at her and guessed what Deborah was inviting her to do. She thought for a moment and pulled a book out of nowhere. Quickly Barbara flicked through the pages, looking for something to change into. A picture of a satyr caught her eye and she nodded slightly as she put the book back away into the air. Barbara got up and stretched.

If I could grow a monster cock, how hard can this really be? She thought to herself before turning her attention down to her legs

Barbara's legs started to lengthen and grow more muscular. She shifted onto her toes as her instep stretched and thickened. Barbara's toes fused together and her nails thickened and hardened into dark gray hooves. Fur started to sprout and spread across Barbara's legs and rear, stopping a bit below her navel. Up on her head her ears lengthened and morphed, flicking as they migrated up towards the top of her head. Just above Barbara's rear a thin tail began to grow that was soon covered in long silky hair that matched what was on her head. Her legs grew even longer, making her much taller than she had been.

Just as Barbara was finding her balance on her new legs, her cock surged, growing instantly erect. At the base the skin thickened and loosened a bit forming a dark velvety sheath. Her scrotum also darkened and thickened, and began to swell. The changes moved down Barbara's already large shaft as she grew a medial ring closer to the base. The cock gained length and girth rapidly and obsidian splotches started to color her shaft. The mushroom shaped cock head started to flatten out and flare as her urethra shifted and stood out like a small pipe

Deborah looked behind her and her smile grew even wider. “Oh yes! Give that thing to me...“ Her vagina winked at Barbara more than ready to go.

Barbara looked down at her new thirty-six centimeter long shaft and the accompanying grapefruit sized balls. She was equipped with a full sized horse cock and was aching to use it. Looking back at Deborah made her cock twitch in anticipation. Barbara walked over to the centaur. Her new height put her cock at the perfect elevation. Barbara rubbed her shaft against Deborah's folds and not needing much more of an invitation she pushed into the needy mare.

Both of them moaned out as the pillar of horse flesh sank in. Barbara gripped onto the centaur's flanks tightly as she slowly got the hang of her large shaft. She moved her powerful hips pulling out and slamming the shaft back in hard. Her speed and force increased as she figured it all out. Deborah moaned out loudly and she clenched around the satyr's shaft. Barbara's moan mingled with hers as her cock head flared out and she came inside Deborah. The mare seemed to milk every last milliliter of cum out of the molted shaft.

Meanwhile, back in the waking world, Barbara was moving around in her bed as the dreamworld continued to leak into reality. Her feet started to stretch and her legs lengthen and bulge with new muscles while her toes started to form into hooves. Barbara's cock bulged as the foreskin became baggy as her cock started to grow erect. A sheath formed from her foreskin and a medial ring formed on her shaft as it grew longer and thicker. As it gained in girth, her cock started to take on the painted coloration. Her balls grew as well, soon reaching the size of tennis balls. Barbara's cock now mirrored her dreamself. The huge shaft and its flared head were standing proud from her furred groin, drooling pre down its mottled length. Barbara's equine ears flicked against her pillow as a muffled moan escaped her lips. She came hard, covering herself in her hot spunk

In the dreamworld Barbara and Debora continued their romp. Each time shifting the location, but keeping their equine forms. They made love on the beach at sunset, then fucked on a balcony overlooking a city, next they took a literal roll in the hay at a barn. Shifting and molding the dreamworld came easier each time Barbara did it.

All too soon for the pair, Barbara's alarm went off, just shy of the eight hour limit. She felt herself pulled back to the waking world like an ethereal bungee cord had reached its limit and was snapping back. Barbara groaned out as she slapped her alarm, not yet aware of her changed body. Just as she was blinking away the fog from her eyes Barbara heard a loud crash followed by a thud. Barbara shot up from her bed, and it was then she discovered what had happened to her lower body during her nocturnal adventure. Her mouth was wide, but no sound escaped as she took in her furry legs and semi-flacid horse cock. But a bit of motion drew her attention to the four legs sticking up from just beyond the foot of her bed and the sound of someone groaning.

Barbara got out of her disheveled bed and stood a bit unsteady on her hooves. In the dreamworld it was natural, but in the waking world it took some getting used to. Barbara found her balance and made her way around the bed. There she found Deborah on the floor, in the process of rolling onto her side.

"Deborah? How...I thought you were stuck in the dreamworld. Also, why the hell are we like this?"

Deborah groaned a bit as she managed to get up onto her hooves. She looked at Barbara and then back at her flanks

“I think I got pulled back after you, well…" Deborah chuckled, “slammed balls deep into me when your alarm went off."

Barbara blushed at that comment.

"As for why we are in the forms we had in the dream world...that I don't know. Maybe something with the sigils you scribed. Being even just a little off can have some major effects." Deborah turned around giving Barbara a full view of her dark pussy as she examined the sigils around the bed.

Barbara felt her bladder making itself known after eight hours of sleep. She quickly made her way to the bathroom and soon found out that hooves make it hard to walk on a tile floor. After a few slides and a near fall Barbara managed to stand in front of the toilet.

Ok...now, how does this work? she wondered to herself glancing down at her horse dick. After a moment Barbara just shrugged. Guys do it all the time, right? Can't be that hard...

She pushed back her sheath and exposed the tip of her cock. Barbara grabbed a hold of the limp sausage and aimed it as best she could. After walking her shots, she was finally able to relieve herself. About halfway through she giggled a bit at the fact she could currently take a piss while standing.

Barbara could hear Deborah walking around in the bedroom, as a centaur hardly stepped lightly. She finished cleaning up and washing her hands before making her way back to the bedroom. Barbara was looking down at her cock, now snugly tucked back into its sheath. As she looked up, however, Barbara found Deborah's rear facing her. She felt the heat rise in her loins as The centaur's tail swished slowly over her rear. It didn't take long for her cock to start slipping out of her sheath. Deborah pretended not to notice Barbara behind her taking a peek seeing in the mirror Barbara's cock growing erect.

Barbara's eyes caught a glimpse of Deborah's smile in the mirror. Obviously this was the effect the centaur was expecting to have on her host. The satyr walked as gently as she could on her hoofed feet, but when she reached the centaur's rear she dropped down to her knees. Barbara licked her lips as she took in the equine pussy right in front of her face. Her tongue darted out for a quick taste that soon turned into a long slow lick.

Deborah let out a long sigh. “That was...not what I was expecting…"

“Mmmm, are you complaining?"

Barbara's breath against her needy sex sent a tingle all the way up her spine. “No...and don't stop now!"

Barbara' smiled before she spread the mare's folds and pressed her face in deeper.

Deborah moaned and without thinking pressed back into the satyr, almost knocking her over. Barbara held on but giggled into the folds at the centaur's reaction. She pulled back slightly and massaged Deborah's folds with her fingers, all the while lapping up her juices. She soon realized however, that fingers weren't going to cut it. She curled her fingers up into a fist and gently pressed it into the needy mare. Deborah let out a moan and squeezed Barbara's arm tightly. The satyr pushed her fist in deeper while her tongue continued to lap at the dripping mare pussy. Barbara's cock was almost aching for action, but she didn't want to mount the mare just yet.

Deborah's moans filled the small bedroom. She ran her hands over her bare chest, teasing her nipples as Barbara licked and fisted her pussy. Deborah turned around with lust filled eyes as she squeezed even harder around the satyr's arm.

“Enough with the teasing! Let me have the real thing!" the centaur demanded.

Barbara smirked as she wiped off her chin. “If you insist, but I'm going to need my arm back."

Deborah half laughed, half moaned as she tried to loosen her sex's death grip on her partner's arm. Barbara managed to pull out her hand with an audible pop. she shook out her hand as she got up on her hooves behind Deborah. With the practice she had from the dream world, the satyr had little trouble guiding her aching cock into the mare's hot pussy.

“Fuck…that's so much bigger…" Deborah moaned as her hoof pawed against the carpet.

Barbara just smiled and sighed as she felt the hot passage envelop her cock. She gripped Deborah's hind quarters tightly and soon began to move. It was slow and methodical at first, but soon she was slamming into the mare, her balls smacking heavily against her pussy. Already pushed along by Barbara's tongue and arm, it didn't take long before Deborah was crying out louder than she had in the dream world. The sound was music to Barbara's ears and soon she was pumping her partner full of her hot seed.

Both of the equine-esque individuals were left panting, almost passing out standing up after all of that.

“Hey, Barbara…" the centaur said, turning to look behind her.

“Yeah?"

“Can I, uh, stay the night?"

“You know it's morning, right?" She laughed softly. “But hell, I'm not sure how I could get you out of here anyway." she half smiled as she stroked the fur on Deborah's flanks gently.

***

As the pair relaxed after their real world romp, they slowly lost some of the changes they brought back from the dream world. Deborah returned to just having one pair of legs, and Barbara's lower body changed back to mostly that of a woman. However, it was not a complete transformation. Deborah retained her more youthful appearance, as well as an equine pussy and tail. Barbara still had a horse cock, but it was slightly more modest in size. Along with a horse tail, she retained her enhanced bust, and a much better muscle tone than she had entered the dream world with.

They were taking turns in Barbara's mirror, inspecting their new bodies.

“Well, I can certainly make it down the stairs now," Deborah turned to her host, “not that I'm in a hurry to leave."

“I'm going to need some new clothes, no way I'm fitting this thing in my panties, but I'm not about to complain about my dream coming true."

Deborah laughed, “It was an unexpected side effect, but I'm glad you are happy with it."

“Very, I enjoy railing much more than being railed." she smiled as she handed a robe to her guest.

“Time for more of that later." Deborah said as she slipped the robe on and belted it shut. “Right now, I just want to enjoy breakfast after finally waking up, as it were."

Barbara pulled up a pair of sweatpants over her cock and balls. “How does bacon and eggs sound?"

“Like a dream come true." she smiled back broadly.

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Original characters and setting by Yeania Aeon

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Written by Syntaxerror37 & Yeania Aeon

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