She's a Centaur Now? And She Has What?! Part1
Story by Natron77 on SoFurry
Meet a lesbian couple dealing with the Great Change and an unwelcome horse-sized addition.
Laura and Eliza had been dating for just over a year, since the night they met at The Cathedral. It was an old church that had been converted into a massive nightclub and music venue. To match the gothic aesthetic, most of the artists who performed there were goth or punk, but that night it had been electronica. The artist was a female DJ who went by 'Delta' and played poppy upbeat trance mixes.
Laura remembered it well. She had come to the show with a man named Billy. It was their second date, but she wasn't really feeling a connection. She'd heard through the grapevine that Billy was well hung, but that wasn't worth his bland personality and complete lack of drive. For example, when she asked to move closer to the front to see the stage better he just waved his hand and said, "Go for it. I'll be here," then sipped at his overpriced Jack and Coke.
She knew then that it wasn't going to work out between them. Laura was excitable and loved to experience new things. She needed someone with energy, someone who could keep up with her desire for adventure. It stung a little, knowing that yet another romantic opportunity had slipped through her fingers. You might think being bisexual would broaden her options, but you'd be surprised how many people were intimidated by it, preemptively worried about cheating or jealousy. Billy had said he was totally fine with her being bi, but she saw now that he just didn't care much about anything, not just her sexuality.
When she got closer to the stage and saw the DJ, that line of thought evaporated. DJ Delta had sandy blonde hair that she wore loose, nearly to her waist. The color wasn't particularly eye-catching, at least compared to Laura's own neon pink dye-job, but the long locks bounced playfully as the woman moved with contagious energy around the stage. It was entrancing.
DJ Delta's various electronic equipment was scattered all across the stage area, some devices ten feet from the others, and she was constantly on the move to reach the right dial or button. Upon seeing the way the woman danced from point to point, the way she seemed to genuinely love motion and music, Laura knew the equipment placement had been intentional.
She also knew that she needed to meet that woman, whose real name turned out to be Eliza.
"Eliza! Stay with me. This is no time to pass out."
"But, I don't understand…" Eliza mumbled. Her hazel eyes were wide, bloodshot, and full of raw confusion. "This has to be a dream, right?"
Laura put a gentle hand on Eliza's shoulder. Eliza's oversized t-shirt, one of a dozen she owned that featured the triangular DJ Delta logo, was soft and familiar, but something else was out of place. Yesterday, they had been the same height and could easily look each other in the eyes, but now Eliza was nearly six inches taller.
Eliza was panicking, but she was otherwise taking this quite well, all things considered. Where her legs had been just eight hours prior, there were now horse legs, long and thick. And behind that was a horse body, with a set of hind legs and a tail too. Her new body was strong and muscled, and covered in short dark brown fur.
Like many American girls, Laura had gone through a horse-obsessed phase as a kid and then she'd had a shorter fling with fantasy and Greek mythology in middle school. So there was no doubt in her mind that Eliza had become a centaur. She just had no idea why.
"I don't think this is a dream," Laura answered. She often had vivid dreams, especially when she was exhausted from a night out clubbing. Thanks to Eliza's DJing job, that was most nights. But even Laura's most realistic dreams didn't feel anything like this. In her dreams, she'd never felt her heart hammering in her chest and ears, and she'd never tasted this nervous, sour, metallic taste, like a copper penny she couldn't spit out.
No, this was real, and it was terrifying. But Laura needed to stay strong for Eliza, who was definitely going through even worse. Laura owed it to her to keep a level head.
"Let's go sit down," Laura said, taking Eliza's hand. She pulled Eliza toward the futon couch by the door of their loft-style apartment.
Laura had always been fine with the apartment's open floor plan before, unconcerned with privacy even when a friend crashed on the couch and ended up seeing Laura and Eliza in their underwear the next morning. But now the room felt too big, too open, and too visible. The shades were all drawn, more to keep the sun from waking the two night owls than for privacy, but it didn't feel like enough and it wasn't just because Eliza wasn't wearing any underwear, couldn't wear any underwear.
Laura was tempted to slap herself to kill that unhelpful line of thought, but she didn't want to scare Eliza. She settled for pinching her thigh with her free hand. Eliza needs all my attention right now, she thought with increased clarity.
Then she guided her girlfriend to the futon and helped her kneel on it. Eliza was controlling her new body remarkably well for something she'd just woken up with today. It reminded Laura of the way newborn foals could run around just hours after being born. Laura frowned. Ugh, these scatterbrained thoughts are not helping. I need to focus!
Eliza was settled onto the futon and it creaked a bit under her new weight, then Laura sat down next to her upper half. The bottom half took up over two thirds of the couch, but that was fine. They were used to sitting close together, or even on each other's laps. Though maybe that wasn't an option anymore.
"First, I need you to know that I love you and I'm here for you," Laura said, holding Eliza's hand in both of hers. When Eliza didn't respond and just stared at nothing, Laura added, "Did you hear me?"
"Oh, yes, thank you, Laura. I love you too." Eliza clearly meant the words, but they came out faded and distant. She was still very distracted and overwhelmed.
Laura pulled out her smartphone and said, "I'm going to do some searching online to try to figure this out. Want to watch TV to relax?"
Eliza nodded and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. She turned on the TV, which should have been set to the comedy channel they'd been watching last, but a very serious news broadcast was on instead. Two flustered-looking newscasters, one with his clip-on microphone askew so his voice wasn't coming through at full volume, were reading aloud from teleprompters.
"—no explanation at this time. Once again, the World Health Organization, the Center for Disease Control, and other government entities stress that everyone should remain calm. The affected people—"
"What the hell?" Eliza blurted over the broadcast. "What's going on?"
"Good news?" Laura answered, unsure even as she said it. "It looks like you aren't the only one." She held up her phone showing a pie chart labeled 'World Population' with one slice filled in purple. "They estimate that 15% of everyone transformed last night. There are harpies and satyrs and dragon-people, and of course centaurs."
"Wow…" Eliza said, not fully believing it. She looked back at the TV, where the news show had cut to a reporter at a hospital. She was interviewing a woman in a pale blue hospital gown with four massive wings sprouting from her back, her feathers white and gold. Eliza blinked, then scrambled forward to get a closer look. She put her front hooves on the floor and kept her butt on the couch, her tail off to the side.
The reporter looked at the camera. "Carly here has graciously agreed to an interview. As you can see, the so-called Great Change has given her wings, four of them in fact." She turned back to the angel-like woman who, unlike a harpy, still had useable arms and hands. "So Carly, what can you tell our viewers about your new body? And are those beautiful wings functional?"
Carly wore an awkward smile. She seemed inexperienced with being on camera, but otherwise well put together, with professional quality makeup that had likely been done by the news crew. It was an easy guess that the reporter had intentionally chosen the least threatening and most presentable Changed person she could find to interview.
She said, "Well, I haven't tried to fly yet because I've been in the hospital working with the doctors since I woke up at four AM. But they do feel really strong, my wings I mean, and the doctors said my body is lighter and my bones are hollow now, if you can believe that."
"You seem pretty calm. Are you happy with your new wings?"
Carly nodded enthusiastically and gently flapped her four wings. "Oh yes. I didn't ask for this, but no one gets to choose their body. And it is my body, even if it's different now." She smiled broadly and she was very beautiful in that moment. "As for being so calm, I think that's just because I'm used to high-pressure situations and I'm comfortable here. I'm a nurse here at Central Health, so I'm among friends and coworkers."
Then the reporter faced the camera. "On that note: Anyone watching who was Changed last night, please go to your friends and family for support, or call the number on the bottom of the screen. It's a hotline established for people who need support in this trying time."
"So pretty," Eliza mumbled, staring at the winged woman. "Like a beautiful angel." Her eyes were glossy, like she was lost in a daydream. Eliza had always been a bit distractible and stress made it worse. But Laura did think it was cute when she zoned out like that.
As Laura watched Eliza, her eye caught on something. Underneath Eliza's brown-furred stomach, peeking over the edge of the couch, was something dark pink, long, and cylindrical. And it was moving. Growing? Laura thought, Oh God. Is that what I think it is?
Eliza must have felt it, because she bent over and peered between her front legs. She looked at the pink thing and it twitched. Her brow furrowed, puzzled. She turned her upper body around, which was surprisingly flexible, and looked from another angle. She had a better view of it now than Laura.
Cautiously, Eliza reached out with one hand and poked the pink thing, which Laura was 99% sure was a dick. A horse dick.
Eliza came to the same conclusion. Then she promptly fainted, toppling into a heap on the floor between the couch and coffee table.
After making sure Eliza wasn't hurt in the fall and repositioning her so she could sleep comfortably, Laura called the hotline from the broadcast. Then began the most surreal phone call of her life.
"Um, yes, I need help. Well my girlfriend does, but she fainted in shock."
The man on the other end sounded weary but energetic, like he'd been chugging coffee all morning. "Was she Changed in some way last night?"
"Yes, but that isn't what made her pass out. Well, it kind of is." She shook her head. "Sorry, I'm a little out of it myself from the shock of all this."
"That's fine, just talk me through your situation. First, is anyone injured? If you need urgent medical attention, I can transfer you to a local 911 operator."
"No, we're fine. As for the situation, well, my girlfriend woke up this morning as a centaur, like with a horse body." She heard the man typing, likely recording that detail for all the researchers that were frantically trying to understand the event that the news had called the 'Great Change'.
"Okay, and you said that wasn't what made her faint?"
"Correct. She was doing okay as a centaur, a bit overwhelmed, but coping. Then she saw, um, well I'll just go ahead and say it. She saw that she has a penis now. A horse penis. And I guess I should clarify that she's never had a dick before."
"Ah, I think that's a Case Four. One second." After more typing, he said, "Okay, it says here that Case Fours should call a different number for specialized support. Do you have a pen to write it down?"
Laura answered in the affirmative and jotted down the number, then the man said, "If that's all, I've got more calls to get to. Please tell your girlfriend that she'll make it through this, and I'd like to thank you for supporting her. "
"Um, thank you too. Goodbye." Laura hung up, then took a deep breath. She checked on Eliza again and found that she'd improved from a limp, fainted state to a more natural sleep. Laura let her be, figuring she could use the rest.
Then she called the next hotline. There was a bit of a wait before anyone answered, but the woman on the line seemed very knowledgeable on the topic.
"In rare cases, when the Great Change gave quadruped people additional sets of reproductive organs, their second set was of the opposite sex," the woman said. "We call them Case Fours because it's the fourth-most common category of Change. Other than the physical genitalia, no changes to hormones, personality, or sexuality have been observed."
Laura was caught on the previous sentence. "Wait… additional reproductive organs?"
"Yes, I assume your girlfriend still has her original vagina?"
"Um, I don't know. Let me check." Laura was already intimately familiar with Eliza's privates but it still felt creepy and intrusive as Laura lifted the front of Eliza's sleep shirt. Sure enough, it was all there, just above the start of her horse fur. Her mound was clean-shaven, even though Laura often joked that Eliza should keep some hair trimmed in the shape of her DJ Delta logo. Eliza always refused, saying that would be too vain.
"Yes, she does," Laura said into the phone.
"Okay, then she's definitely a Case Four. I'd like to stress that she's not in any danger, but she should try to visit a specialist ASAP. Early reports suggest that people in her situation may experience complications that normal doctors won't be equipped to—"
Laura didn't hear the rest because Eliza woke up and promptly called out, "Laura? Can you please hold me?" Her voice was pitiful and wavering on the edge of a full-out panic attack.
"Sorry, I'll call back later. She needs me."
Two days later, Eliza and Laura returned to their loft after a visit with a Case Four specialist named Doctor Tamrin who had erred on the side of giving too much information instead of too little. They really had not needed to know that some Case Fours were already finding niche homes within the brand-new Changed pornography industry.
That aside, Eliza was feeling better about the whole thing but she still had a lot to work through. She slumped on the couch, on her side with her legs folded. She carefully arranged her custom horse-sized dress to keep a certain unwelcome addition covered up then said, "This sucks, in every different way I can think of."
Laura's first thought was a lewd one about every different way someone could suck dicks, but she pushed it out of mind. "It'll be okay," she said as she sat on the edge of the coffee table.
Eliza pouted and stared at the floor. "No, this totally destroys my chances with other lesbians, even if the whole centaur thing didn't scare them away."
"Why are you worried about what other women think? You've got me."
Eliza looked up and met Laura's eyes. "So you don't mind it?"
"Hell no, I don't. Dicks are the one thing that's kept me from being pure lesbian, and I'm a size-queen. This is a dream come true!" Laura was exaggerating a bit for Eliza's benefit, but she really didn't mind Eliza's new equipment. It was the woman that Laura loved, not the body.
And she'd be lying if she said she wasn't intrigued. Doctor Tamrin, or Dr. TMI as they'd nicknamed her on the drive home, had brought up the topic of sex involving Eliza's new horse cock so that she could warn them about the dangers. "Lube and patience, ladies," she had said while both women blushed. "And don't get too rough or you could rupture something. People have died from having sex with horses, you know." They hadn't known that before but they did now, much to their chagrin.
Laura was pulled from her thoughts by an interesting sight. Something twitched under Eliza's blue dress, and it wasn't one of her legs since all four hooves were accounted for. "Oh? Did something wake up again?" she said with a smirk.
Eliza turned beet red and covered the bulge with a small throw pillow, then added a second when the first wasn't enough. "I can't help it! That stupid thing goes crazy the instant I think anything even remotely sexy. If it's like that for all men, it's a wonder they can get anything done." As a lifetime lesbian, dicks were brand new to her and she didn't really know how men dealt with them.
Laura had far more experience with men's erections and she very much enjoyed causing them, at least back before she started dating Eliza. But now that Eliza had a penis, and a very large one at that, Laura was going to have a wonderful time learning what turned it on, and what set it off.
Laura smiled. "Maybe it just needs some release? I can help you with that if you want."
Eliza's face turned redder and one of the pillows she'd placed toppled away, pushed by her growing erection.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Laura kneeled next to the couch and grabbed the hem of Eliza's dress. The sleeveless dress was a pale blue with a faint flower pattern and a purple lace trim, and the top was cut low to show off Eliza's sizable chest. She had specifically requested that from the tailor, to distract people from her unusual body. Laura wasn't sure whether it succeeded or just drew more attention to her. Regardless, it was very successful at making Eliza feel both beautiful and feminine, which was important to her now more than ever.
Laura lifted the dress with both hands, revealing Eliza's new member to the right and her original pussy to the left. She wasn't wearing any underwear, mostly because the tailor hadn't finished that part of the custom order yet, but Laura knew that Eliza liked the airy feeling of going commando. Once, while they were unwinding at home after one of Eliza's DJ sets, she had confessed to not wearing any panties underneath her skirt. Laura was so turned on by the thought of Eliza up on the stage dancing and risking flashing the audience that she responded by putting her face under that skirt and eating Eliza out for nearly an hour until she was a quivering mess, begging for Laura to stop.
This time, however, Laura's attention was on something else. Damn, that thing's insane, she thought as she eyed Eliza's dick. Over the years, Laura had taken some big dicks from her boyfriends and some massive strapons from her girlfriends, but this easily took the cake. It was as long as Laura's forearm and as big around as her fist. Doctor Tamrin's words came to mind. Patience and lube indeed.
She reached out and grabbed it gently with both hands. Eliza shivered but didn't protest, so Laura started to move. She rubbed up and down it's considerable length, savoring the feel of soft, smooth skin sliding over the firmness underneath. It was hot, like there was a fire burning inside Eliza's body that needed to be quelled. Laura was up to the challenge.
The tip was different than the dicks she knew, blunt and flat instead of rounded, which certainly made it feel more intimidating. There wouldn't be any slowly ramping up with this cock: inserting it would be an all-or-nothing affair. Laura decided she would warm up with her biggest dildo before any such attempt.
But that was a distant concern. Right now, her only goal was to get Eliza off. Laura leaned forward and pulled Eliza's cock closer. She wrapped both hands around it since one hand couldn't reach all the way, then started to slide up and down. She kept her grip loose and the friction light since Eliza didn't have the benefit of foreskin to act as natural lubrication, and Eliza seemed to appreciate that call.
Eliza moaned lightly, the same moan she always gave during oral when the pleasure really started to kick in. Laura loved that moan. It was a neon-bright sign that she was on the right track and an enthusiastic approval of her love making efforts. So Laura stepped it up.
She moved faster, working the massive shaft back and forth until her arms started to tire. It was an awkward angle and an unfamiliar motion, but she just shifted her position slightly and kept going. A little temporary discomfort was worth it for this cause.
"Oh, this is…" Eliza started before trailing off.
"It's what?" Laura asked, not slowing her jerking motions for even a second.
"It's new," Eliza breathed. "And good." She sucked in a hurried breath, then added, "Don't stop. Oh god don't stop." Her eyes were closed and she had hunched over the armrest of the couch, letting it support her upper body while she was lost in the pleasure.
Laura didn't stop, but she did take a quick glance to her left. Eliza's pussy was positively soaked, dribbling its glistening clear liquid down into her new fur. Laura bit her lip. She wanted to stuff her face in there, to pleasure that pussy in the way Eliza loved so much, but that wasn't the mission.
As she returned her focus to the massive cock in her hands, a new train of thought started rolling. When she comes, should I do something to catch the cum? Is it going to be a lot? Will it come out so fast it'd be dangerous to try to swallow it? Why couldn't Doctor TMI have told us that?
Laura didn't get a chance to make a decision because Eliza came, hard. Her back-left foot kicked out straight, missing Laura's head by a good eight inches. Then her entire member tensed and pushed against Laura's grip, then her testicles, two fur-covered orbs the size of lemons, twitched.
Laura was not ready for what happened next. Eliza gasped loudly and a blast of cum, pearl white and thick, shot through the length of her cock and spurted out the tip. It was launched several feet, landing in a thick strand across the hardwood floor. A second, weaker blast sent some splashing against Laura's arms and more dropping down onto the couch.
If Eliza's dick was anything like Laura's past boyfriends', she'd enjoy more light tugging after cumming, as long as the sensitive cockhead was left alone. So Laura kept moving her hands, trying not to think of the mess they'd have to clean up. Sure enough, Eliza moaned again, trying to mumble something through the overwhelming ecstasy.
More cum dribbled from Eliza, running down her dick and onto Laura's hands. As Laura ran her fingers over the cum-wet areas, she could feel Eliza twitching in pleasure, so she gathered some of the cum on both hands and continued her gentle massage. It was surprising, really, how little Eliza's dick had softened after coming. Men usually softened up quickly, unless they were really horny and ready for another round immediately.
"I guess you're still horny since you're still hard," Laura said with a grin. "I'm going to keep going until you tell me to stop." Laura was also beyond horny, her panties soaked through, but she was content to focus on Eliza. Giving pleasure was often just as good if not better than reaching orgasm herself.
"Ah, o—" Eliza couldn't finish even such a simple thought. She panted for a moment, her entire body shaking, her eyes lolling and her arms slack. Then she managed, "Okay." Eliza liked being overwhelmed with sexual pleasure just as much as Laura enjoyed overwhelming her. Their year together wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things, but they were open and honest with each other and they both had high sex drives that resulted in sex an average of five times a week, so they'd learned about each other's quirks very quickly.
For another five minutes or so, Laura jerked Eliza off. It was clearly pleasurable, judging by Eliza's lovely and sexy gasps and moans, but she wasn't quite able to make the climb back towards orgasm. The cum-lubrication was also drying out, making it difficult to get the friction just right. Thankfully, there was a solution to both problems within arm's reach.
Laura removed her left hand from that wonderful cock and put it on Eliza's pussy instead. It was still incredibly wet, wetter than she'd ever seen it, in fact. Good, Laura thought as she wiped her hand through the juices, scooping up some to use as lube for her right hand. She slathered it on Eliza's dick, then returned to the source, not to get more, but to service Eliza's other pleasure center.
She started gentle, just sliding up and down along her folds, teasing the lips and occasionally dipping inside. Then she pressed against Eliza's clitoris, working tiny circles around the hard little button. All the while, Laura kept her right hand moving, gently working the shaft. A faint groan signalled the start of a climb towards orgasm, so Laura doubled down on her current tactic. She matched the rhythm of her hands, pulling on Eliza's cock and rubbing her clit in perfect synchronicity. Then she added a bit of dirty talk.
"Come for me, Eliza. I need you to go again, to make a mess all over me," Laura said. She had learned that Eliza found talking during sex to be equal parts embarrassing and exciting, so she saved it for that final push when decorum was forgotten and seeking release was all that mattered.
It worked, at least in tandem with stimulation on both pussy and penis. Again, Eliza's legs stiffened reflexively, her balls and dick pulsed, and she gasped aloud. Then she came. Somehow the second orgasm was bigger than the first, with a huge load of cum blasting from her cock like a hose. Laura had moved to her left to reach Eliza's pussy, putting her right in the path of that cum, which splattered against her chest, hot and wet and instantly soaking through her shirt.
Fuck, Laura thought, wishing that she'd stripped before doing this. Not because she wanted her clothes to stay clean, but another reason entirely. I forgot how much I love cum on my tits. I think I'm in love with Eliza's dick, and I'll make it my duty to get her to love her new body just as much.
With the second orgasm, Eliza's dick had finally become too sensitive. She feebly batted a hand at Laura and mumbled, "No more." Then she slumped against the armrest again, unable to support herself.
Laura let go, giving Eliza's beautiful pink pussy a parting slide from bottom to top and scooping a drop of fresh cum from her cockhead, then she brought both hands to her lips. She had tasted Eliza on so many occasions that she knew her flavor by heart, but this pearly-white cum was brand new. She licked her left hand clean first, the familiar flavor bringing back wonderful memories of 69 and so much more.
Then she dribbled the new cum onto her outstretched tongue. It was tangy, a bit bitter, and even a little sweet. But under all that, it also tasted like Eliza, the same wonderful sexual taste Laura was used to. It was good. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean, imagining a dick instead, hot and firm and leaking tantalizing pre-cum. It had been a long time since she'd sucked a dick and she hadn't realized how much she missed it. Thankfully she had access to one now, even if it was too girthy to fit all the way in her mouth.
Laura closed her eyes and shivered from head to toe. She's always loved big dicks, not because of their appearance, but because of the implications. The thought of a dick barely fitting inside her, stretching her as it pushed its way in… it was intoxicating. Still licking cum from her right hand while her left hand slipped into her soaking wet panties, she started to imagine Eliza's huge horse cock filling her up, splitting her open not painfully but firmly. Forcefully.
Eliza must have come to her senses because she said, "Enjoying yourself, my little Lust?"
Lust was a nickname that had originated early in their relationship when Eliza's phone had interpreted a sloppy attempt at swiping 'Laura' as 'Lust' instead. She'd sent the text before noticing the mistake and the nickname stuck. Nowadays it was reserved for intimate moments like this one when Laura got carried away by her desire.
Laura would have answered, 'Hell yes', but she was too busy cumming. Like Eliza's weakness for dirty talk, Laura had one for pet names. Being called Lust while fingering herself, imagining a brand new sex experience, and sucking cum off her hands had been enough to accelerate her to the cusp of orgasm and punt her right over the edge.
After twitching in pleasure for a while, her fingers teasing her throbbing clit, she collapsed forward, resting her head on the couch right next to a pool of Eliza's cum. The source of that mess had finally softened and partially withdrawn back inside Eliza's body in that novel way that horse cocks did. The Great Change had certainly changed Eliza and Laura's lives in dramatic fashion, but the two sexually-satisfied women both felt like they had found the silver lining in the stormcloud.