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It had been two days since Mira’s car accident that exposed her to biological samples taken from Kyra and Paul, leading to her transformation into a centaur. Since then, she had been staying in the converted barn that Kyra called home. In spite of the situation, the three centaurs had been enjoying themselves, at least whenever the federal agents camped outside the barn weren’t around. Kyra was sure they had to be at least a little suspicious of what Mira was doing with her and Paul by now.

At first it was fun having another partner in the mix, but once her hormones calmed down a bit, Kyra had some time to reflect on what had happened. She accepted what had happened to her. It was just an accident that led to her picking up a magical statue of Sleipnir over half a year ago. But she had grown used to her body. Accommodations had been made like her barn converted into a home and a new truck big enough for her body along with the rest of the SWAT team. Her new body was even considered an asset by her team.

That was all well and good, but it was just Kyra dealing with the fallout of her own transformation. Ever since her shower that morning nagging guilt and dark thoughts had been plaguing her thoughts. She was trying her best to not let it show to the other two centaurs. Kyra was in her kitchen making a fresh batch of ice tea while Mira and Paul were both in the living room arguing over what movie to watch next.

What have I done to them? I didn’t mean to change Paul. What did I mean to do that night? What could we have really done physically if he had stayed human? Was it my own needy greed that changed him first into a mare and then later into whatever I am, when I needed a good dicking? Myra stirred the sugar into the pitcher of tea. What about Mira? I didn’t jump her in a frenzy of lust and need. I know it’s really the fault of that asshole drunk driver that t-boned her. But, if I hadn’t passed this on to Paul, she wouldn’t have been driving around with those samples in the first place. She sighed as she poured the pitcher of tea over ice. _And now Mira put the idea in our heads about spreading this further. Isn’t three centaurs enough? We’ve certainly gotten in enough trouble. I’m sure they are going to cart the three of us off somewhere any day now. They're probably just taking their time to set up a stable at Area 51 or something. If only we had another stallion. No, I’m going to get two people locked up for the rest of their lives. I can’t make it more, can I? _

Kyra sighed deeply. The last thing she wanted to do was make Paul and Mira feel worse about their situation. She did her best to push back the negative thoughts as she filled three huge cups with the fresh ice tea and placed them on a tray. Apparently the other two were still debating on what movie to watch while she dealt with her internal turmoil.

“We can’t just watch Fellowship of the Ring.” Mira shook her head. “If you start that now, we will have to watch the whole trilogy. That will take us until tomorrow to finish, whether or not we stop to sleep in the middle.”

Paul shrugged. “That’s true for any movie series though. Are you banning all of them too?”

“First of all it’s not a ban. I just don’t want to start a twelve hour epic at a quarter to five in the evening. Secondly, and more importantly, I just really want to watch Blade Runner.”

Paul turned to look up as Kyra approached with the refreshments. “Hey Kyra, it looks like you’re the tiebreaker.”

“Don’t pull me into this conflict.” She said, handing a large cup to Paul. “Besides, if I didn’t already enjoy both movies, they wouldn’t be in my collection.”

“Ok, maybe we were getting a little heated. Thanks.” Mira said as she received her cup of ice tea. “And it’s not like I don’t like them both, I’m just feeling more in the mood for Blade Runner.”

Kyra settled down in between them both. “Honestly, I think Blade Runner matches my mood more. All fun times aside, I’m not feeling too optimistic about our futures right now.”

“That hits close.” Paul sighed before taking a long drink.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying to not let it get to me but…”

“You don’t have to say it.” Mira said, shaking her head. “I don’t think the agency is going to hurt us or put us down, but they are going to want us in a controlled environment to ensure no one else becomes a centaur. That was probably going to happen to you and Paul before my own accident."

Kyra turned away from the mare. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey neither of you were responsible for what happened. And if I’m being honest, I like being a centaur. More importantly, I like being one with you both.”

“I can’t deny the connection we all feel either.” Paul said as he placed a hand on Kyra’s back. “And I’ve gotten used to this body far quicker than I thought I would.”

“I think that’s part of the problem.” She looked into her tea, staring at her dark reflection. “Shouldn’t you both hate what you’ve become? Should you hate me for what I took from you? Why should any of us be happy to be monsters?”

Paul sighed. “There are plenty of monsters walking around on two legs. We’ve hauled in enough of them over the years.”

“He’s right. We may not be strictly humans anymore, but I don’t think we’re abominations or anything like that. Also, why shouldn’t I like what I’ve become? I get the inconvenience of being a centaur in a world built for humans, but this body just feels so good and so right. I wouldn’t go back if I was given the chance to.”

“Neither would I.” Paul leaned in for a soft kiss. “I’d make a crappy lover if I was still a human anyway.”

Mia laughed and leaned against Kyra’s other side. “Taking responsibility is one thing, and although the agency would prefer that you not make any more centaurs out of people, I can’t say I agree with that stance. I’d love to have more in our string. Maybe we could build a little village for us, designed from the ground up like your home.”

“Now that would certainly piss off the local HOAs.” Paul chuckled.

Kyra shook her head, but a small smile now crept across her lips. “You two are something else.”

“We just want to keep our lead stallion happy.” Mira smiled.

“Do you still want to watch the movie?” Paul asked.

“Yeah, fire it up. Besides, we can always start Lord of the Rings tomorrow.”

***

By the time the credits were rolling, Kyra was feeling better. She figured it had more to do with being cuddled up with her lovers than just the film. She slowly got up and stretched out all eight of her legs. She was soon joined by Paul and Mira.

“Do you want to call it an early night?” Paul asked as he put away the DVD.

“I’d like to go to the bedroom, but I don’t think I want to end the night just yet.”

Mira giggled. “Is this a stallion or a mare evening for you?”

“Honestly?” Kyra’s long braided tail swished over her flanks. “Both.”

“Isn’t that how it usually goes with you and Paul?” Mira asked as she followed her to the bedroom.

“Yes and no, that’s more like taking a turn as a stallion and a mare.” As she walked her cock was already starting to slip out of its sheath. “I have something else in mind.”

Paul raised an eyebrow as they entered the room one after the other. Kyra took them by the hand and pulled the other two into the center of the room. She pulled off the sweatshirt she was wearing and tossed it to the side of the room. Paul and Mira followed suit, losing their own tops. Kyra smiled and pulled Mira into an embrace and they quickly started to kiss. Paul stroked their sides until Kyra turned her attention to him.

They wrapped their arms around each other, caressing hot skin and teasing nipples as they passed kisses between each other. The room was heavy with the scent of arousal before long, only further working the trio of centaurs up. Kyra slowly pulled away from kissing Paul and placed a hand on each of their cheeks.

“Here’s the plan. I want to be the meat in the sandwich.”

Paul blinked. “Come again?”

“I, ah, think she wants to mount me, and then get mounted by you.”

“Umm, can we even do that? I mean, we’re both way bigger than Mira.”

“If Mira stands by the dresser, I can rest my front legs on the top to take some of the weight off of her.”

“Are you serious?”

“Look, I haven’t had the time or planning to invest in sex furniture, so we’re going to have to improvise.”

Mira giggled and then turned to Paul. “I’m up for trying, as long as Kyra is ok with scuffing up her own furniture.”

Paul took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright, but let's try to be careful and not get hurt. You know what happens to a horse that breaks his legs.”

Mira rolled her eyes. “Oh please.”

The mare got into position in front of the raised dresser. By now she was definitely in the mood. Mira lifted her tail, her sex was winking with need at her partners. By this point Kyra was an expert in mounting and she had no problem rearing up on her hind four legs and shifting into position. She moaned along with Mira as her cock pushed in smoothly but firmly. Kyra lowered her hooves gently onto the dresser, and Mira ran her hands up and down Kyra’s legs.

Kyra turned back to look at Paul. “Your turn.”

Although he was cautious, Paul couldn't say he wasn’t interested in the proposition. It was a bit awkward mounting Kyra with her body at a different angle, but he made it work. Kyra gasped as she felt her pussy filled while at the same time her cock was buried deep. She had enjoyed some double oral from her partners previously, but this was a whole new world. Paul’s front legs held her flanks tightly as he reached down to hold her torso closely.

When Paul started to move, he not only thrust his own cock in deeper, it pushed Kyra into Mira. His equine ears twitched as he heard both of them moan. Kyra just floated at first, letting Paul do the work, but as the double stimulation grew greater, she joined in, finding the perfect rhythm between her partners.

At the bottom of the pile Mira was holding tightly onto Kyra’s legs. Even with the dresser taking some of the weight load, she still felt the force of two draft centaurs pounding her smaller frame. It was more intense than anything she had gotten from Paul or Kyra since they brought her into their string.

I just hope this dresser holds up! She thought in the midst of her moaning.

Kyra was in heaven. For the most part she took the role of either a stallion or mare when making love. Now she was fully both at the same time, or was it neither? Either way it was mindblowing. She thought the first times with Paul had been the best sex of her life, but this was something on an entirely different level.

Paul has got to feel this…assuming we don’t break the dresser or Mira in the process!

Paul could feel the way Kyra’s body trembled under his. He could also feel her gripping onto her arms for dear life. Then there were her sounds, it wasn’t just the volume, there was an intensity to the cries, a timber that made his own pussy twitch with sudden need.

Oh god…I wonder if the girls will be up to letting me be the meat in the sandwich later tonight? He wondered as he picked up the pace.

Kyra felt a moment of clarity, almost like time stood still for a moment, then it hit her like an avalanche. Her entire body stiffened from head to tail as the white hot pleasure surged through her massive body. She couldn’t distinguish between her male and female climax, they melded into a single unbelievable pleasure and release. Her voice stuck in her throat and her eyes rolled back in her head as she nearly passed out.

The force of her climax would have made Mira jump if she didn’t already have so much weight on her hindquarters. Her own sex clamped tightly around Kyra’s shaft and milked out every last drop of seed as she cried out with her own release. Paul had tried to bite his lip, but the vice-like squeeze from Kyra’s passage was too much and he cried out as well. He bucked forward several more times as his own heavy balls were emptied.

The trio was left as a quaking tower of centaurs, all trying to catch their breath. However, when Paul heard what sounded like wood starting to crack, he snapped out of it and quickly dismounted. Mira let out a soft sigh, but Kyra was still a little out of it. Paul had to help her to dismount and gently lay her down on the floor. Myra leaned on the dresser and could see the huge gouges Kyra’s shoes had left on the top of the dresser. She idly traced the gouge with a fingertip as she felt some cum drip down from her pussy.

Kyra’s eyes fluttered after a few moments and she looked up at her lovers. A small smile spread across her lips.

“Are you ok?” Paul asked as he laid down beside her.

“Oh god, yes!’ she sighed and buried her head against his chest. ‘You need to try it.”

Mira giggled as she lowered herself to the floor with the other two centaurs. “I think we all need a little rest first.”

***

Agents Reyes and Jackson were sitting at a table inside the mobile command center. A pair of mugs full of cheap black coffee sat between them.

Reyes closed his laptop as he finished his daily report. “I spoke with the local DA. He’s looking to make an example of that drunk, he’s tacking on charges for causing a hazardous spill on top of all the usual ones.”

“Good,” Jackson took a sip of his coffee, “he deserves to rot. That bastard could have killed Owen.”

Reyes sighed as he reached for his own mug. “I hate to say it, but I think the Director would have preferred that.” He lifted the mug to his lips and took a long drink of the harsh coffee.

Jackson shook his head. “Fuck, that’s messed up. She’s a good agent, it’s not like she’s a monster.”

The other agent raised an eyebrow. “She’s a centaur.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You know damn well what I mean. She’s not a monster-monster. She’s not about to start drinking blood or eating babies or anything like that. Besides, they let Claymere continue to be a cop.”

“Yeah, that decision didn’t go over well anywhere, trust me. If only we could have contained the situation before it got out to the public she would already have been in our custody and we’d only be dealing with one centaur.” The bitter taste of the cheap black coffee fit his mood perfectly as he took another sip. “Regardless, I’ve gotten the official word. We’re to transfer all three of them to the Ranch. The Agency can’t risk this spreading any further and the facility there is better equipped to study them moving forward.”

“Shit, they are going to put that on us? We have to be the ones to lock Owen up at the Ranch?”

“No point in wasting the resources, or at least that’s what I was told when I objected. Look, in the end Owen knew the risks when it comes to contagious transformations, we all do. For all either of us know, we could end up joining her there, assuming we don’t just get put down.”

“Shit.” Jackson whispered before reaching into his jacket to pull out a flask. “This is far past a cup of crap coffee.” He said as he twisted the cap open.

Agent Jackson took a swig and then passed the flask to her partner. Reyes took a big swig himself before passing it back.

“What’s the timeline?” Jackson asked before taking another swig.

“The day after tomorrow we’ll start the drive out. We’ll tell Owen tomorrow. Before we inform them, however, we’ll want to seize any firearms Claymere has in her home.”

“Yeah, the last thing we need are a pair of giant SWAT officers deciding to make a last stand.”

“No kidding, they are dangerous enough as is. Have you ever seen what a trampled person looks like? I’d rather be shot; you’ve got a better chance with a bullet.”

***

When the agents knocked on the door the next morning, it was Mira who opened the door. When she saw several more agents standing behind Reyes and Jackson in tactical gear, she knew it wasn’t going to be a good morning.

“I guess you got word back from the home office.” She said with a sigh.

Reyes nodded. “Straight from the Director. Where are Claymere and Springer right now?”

“In the kitchen, making breakfast.

“Are they currently armed?”

“No.”

“Call them into the living room.

“And please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” Jackson added.

“I don’t want anyone hurt, you know that.” Mira turned from the door. “Kyra, Paul, you need to come out here.”

Kyra had heard everything from the kitchen, but even if she hadn't, the tone in Mira’s voice would have given her a pretty good idea.

“Damn, I was just about to start the bacon.” Paul said as he turned off the griddle.

Kyra and Paul joined Mira in the living room. Agent Reyes and Jackson approached them directly while the rest of the agents took up ready positions behind them.

“Officers Claymere and Springer. After the unfortunate accident with agent Owen, it has been decided to move all three of you to a secure facility where your condition can be monitored safely with minimal risk of any further incidents.”

“Where are you taking us?” Mira asked.

“To the Ranch. The Director feels it is the most sensible location.”

“Really? All the way out there? It will take days to reach Montana.”

“Montana?” Kyra shook her head. “You can’t be serious.”

“There’s worse places to be sent. At least it’s nice out on the Ranch.” Jackson said softly.

“Isolation is important, I’m sure you can understand that. Also, we won’t be leaving until tomorrow at 0600 hours. So you have time to pack. Before you start packing, however, I’m going to ask that you surrender any personal firearms or other weapons.”

“They are all locked in my gun safe inside my bedroom closet.”

“What about that wall hanger above the fireplace?”

“Are you serious? That’s from the Civil War, it's a family heirloom! The last time it was even fired was by my grandfather to celebrate the Bicentennial, and even then it was just with a cap and powder, no ball.”

“You’re a cop, you know how this works.”

Kyra sighed deeply. “Can you at least be gentle with it? It’s been in the Claymere family for generations.”

Jackson turned towards one of the other agents. “Simons, you're the historical gun nut, think you can handle that musket?”

The agent stepped forward, “Actually, sir, muskets are smooth bore. That’s a muzzle loading rifle.”

Jackson rolled his eyes. “See? It will be fine.”

“Fine, let’s get this over with then.” Kyra said flatly.

Kyra offered no resistance as her weapons were confiscated. Along with the firearms, a taser, several knives, a collapsing baton, and handcuffs were also taken out of the home. After a final sweep of the converted barn, the trio of centaurs were left alone to prepare for their trip the next morning.

“What can you tell us about this Ranch?" Paul asked once they were alone.

“It’s an isolated facility out in the wilds of Montana. It was built to contain large but benign creatures for study. It’s not the worst place to be sent, that much is true, but we will have no contact with the outside world. There’s no cell signal out there, and they actively jam a broad spectrum of radio waves, so you can’t pick up any broadcast signals. There’s a single hard line connection to the outside world, and that’s sealed away in a bunker there. So in short, you’ll want to pack your movie collection.”

“How long will they keep us there?”

“Most likely? Indefinitely, unless they figure out some way to reverse the transformation.”

Paul let out a long sigh. “Although I wouldn’t mind some fresh air after being cooped up in here, that isn’t really how I'd like to live the rest of my life.”

Kyra turned and moved away from the other two. “This is all my fault. I should have just let the government hustle me away. Then you two could just have led normal lives.”

Paul reached out and grabbed her shoulder firmly. “Kyra, don’t talk like that. I wouldn’t trade what we’ve finally been able to share for anything.”

“And what part of my life was normal?” Mira said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve literally been in a firefight with a sorcerer before.”

“You can’t keep blaming yourself for everything.” Paul pulled her into a hug. “We’ll get through this.”

“We all will.” Mira joined them, wrapping her arms around Kyra as well.

Kyra melted into the embraces and closed her eyes. She felt the warmth and love of her string and she knew things would be alright.

“Thanks guys…I needed that.”

“Anytime.” Paul replied softly.

Kyra looked between Mira and Paul. Things might not be entirely her fault, but she still felt responsible for them. She didn’t like the idea of spending the rest of her life locked up in the sticks just for existing, and she liked the idea of that fate even less for Paul and Mira.

There has to be something I, er, we can do. We are three skilled and trained people.

Paul noticed the gears starting to spin in Kyra’s mind. “Hey, what are you thinking about right now?”

“We need to discuss things, but we can do that over breakfast. We’re going to need the energy.”

“Sounds like you have a plan brewing.” Mira said with a slight smile lifting the corners of her lips.

“Maybe, but first let’s get some more coffee brewing.”

***

Karen Curtis frowned as she stood on the deck at the rear of her cookie cutter home. She was wearing a jacket against the fall chill, but her anger was keeping her warm enough. Karen’s home was the first to be completed in the sub-division. She had secured it easily because her father was the land developer. She used the fact that she was ‘there from the beginning’ as leverage to establish herself as the president of the HOA. Under her guidance the community was ordered and beautiful. The only thing that marred her vision was the bright red barn just past the stone walls of her domain.

The farmer her father had bought the land from was old. She always figured once the old man died she could pick up the eyesore of a farmhouse and barn from the estate cheaply and bulldoze it. If she didn’t grab it, one of the other communities surrounding the old farm certainly would have. There was enough room on the plot for at least two more homes, but even if the lot remained vacant the last remnants of the old farm would be gone. But no, the old man hung on longer than anyone thought he would, and before he died, he sold the land to that eight-legged freak.

Having an abomination next door certainly wouldn’t do much to increase property values. But then she did something worse than just moving in, she refurbished the old barn rather than tearing it down. True, the old farmhouse was demolished, but the bright red barn stood out like a sore thumb for the surrounding communities. Karen was livid. She protested all the way up to the county, but since the small plot was still registered as farmland there was nothing she could do about the barn. The media also spun it as if she was the bad guy, trying to interfere with a hero cop just trying to find a place to live after her ‘accident.’

After all of that, Karen just tried to focus on what she could do to maintain the property values within the HOA. She did her best to ignore the bright red eyesore that loomed behind her own perfect home. Until the day the trucks showed up. She didn’t know who they were, other than they were with the government. They set up a campground around the barn. She had challenged it as violating county ordinance, but was more or less told to shut up, it’s the feds.

Ever since then she spent hours glaring at the enhanced eyesore from her deck. Her husband, Gary, was getting concerned, but knew better than to try and intervene. Instead he just would occasionally bring her a cup of hot tea as she continued her angry vigil. Gary was doing just that, stepping out onto the deck with a steaming mug of hot tea in his hand.

“Here you go, Earl Grey, just the way you like it.” Gary said as he handed her the mug.

“Mmm.” was the only response he got as she took the mug.

“So, have you finished revising the holiday decoration guidelines yet? Mary was asking about it the other day.”

“Mostly.” Karen replied flatly.

“Good, good. So, I was thinking. It’s been ages since we went out for dinner. What do you think about going to Maurice's tonight? I know you love their veal parmigiana.”

Karen was barely paying attention as she drank her tea, but then she noticed something going on at the encampment.

“What the…” She traded the mug for the pair of binoculars she had sitting on the patio table. She lifted them to her eyes and scanned the scene.”

“What is it?” Gary squinted at the commotion. “Is the centaur cop coming out?”

“No…I think…”Karen trailed off as she watched. “Oh my god! They're packing up!” she almost jumped with joy. “Those jerks are finally packing up! True, that damn barn is still here, but no more Camp MIB!” she smiled for the first time in weeks.

“Ah, good, great.” Gary sighed feeling relieved.

“We are going to celebrate tonight!” She hugged her husband and kissed his cheek. “Maurice’s is perfect! Oh, but I should get inside and finish up that revision before someone tries to put up some Yuletide monstrosity in their front yard.”

Karen hurried inside, leaving both her husband and mug of tea out in the cold.

Finally, things can get back to normal. Gary thought as he picked up the mug and headed inside.

***

The three centaurs were in Kyra’s bedroom. Officially they were packing up some clothing and personal items, but in actuality they were planning in low hushed voices.

“I don’t know the exact route, but they will try to avoid interstates and major highways.” Mira said as she placed some borrowed shirts into a duffel bag. “They will most likely take us to the nearest train yard and load us onto a freight train at some point. We have special boxcars that look completely normal from the outside, right down to the graffiti on the outside, but inside are climate controlled and have some furnishings. That will keep us secured and off the roads entirely until they get us out west.”

Paul nodded. “If we’re going to be on back roads, that means we’ll be going through some rural areas. It would be easier to hide in the woods than trying to blend in a town.”

“We need to make our move before we get on the train.” Kyra said without looking up. “The whole point of the train is to transport us without stopping till we are all the way out in the middle of nowhere. We want to hide out, but we will still want to make contact with civilization at some point.”

Mira looked up. “We’re going to need some supplies if we’re roughing it.”

“I still have my camping gear,” Kyra motioned towards her closet. “I was hoping to get out next spring.”

“Really?” Paul asked.

“No reason I couldn’t go camping just because I’ve got eight legs.” She shrugged. “It will probably be a tight fit under the tarp with the three of us, it’s better than nothing.

“We should grab whatever non-perishable food we can from the kitchen pantry.” Mira said as she finished with her bag.

“One more thing,” Kyra said as she zipped her duffel shut, “you guys took our phones when you got here, but I have a burner phone tucked into my camping gear. It’s nothing fancy, just a flip phone, but it gives us something.”

“Always better than nothing.” Paul said with a shrug.

“Let’s finish packing up so we can relax before things get interesting.” Kyra said as she reached for an empty bag.

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