'Taurs
A skunk girl didn't quite get what she wanted from the magic shop. Now she's trying an odd method to fix her little problem.
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual interactions of a Taurish kind, as well as transformation content, so if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.
'Taurs - by Amethystine
Eight legs clomped and stomped at the ground in a fluffy, a furious fiesta of fucking frothing a few feet above the fiercely furrowed forest floor. There were four hooves flanked on all sides by four much larger and stronger talon-tipped feet. More like claws, really.
Hump.
That's right, there was sex going on. The owner of those hooves bit her lip and groaned in pleasure, although she had meant to sigh in frustration. How had she gotten herself into this? She thought back..
Hump.
She _tried_ to think back, anyway. It all started when she went to that blasted wizard's shop and asked to be turned from an anthro skunk into a skunk-taur. Well, that senile old coot either didn't understand what she meant or got confused along the way, because he made her into something she didn't quite expect. Her upper body was unchanged, as she wanted, but when the smoke cleared, she felt a bit too tall to be right. When she 'padded' forward and heard a loud clomping, she jumped, thinking she had knocked something over! No, it was only her horse body! Stupid old man. He had made her into a centaur, using the same spell as he would have on a human woman, which only replaced one's lower body with that of a horse. Stupid stupid old man! When she nearly trampled him while yelling about the difference between centaurs and everything else-taurs, he became angry enough to refuse to fix her. Stupid stupid stupid..!
Hump.
She snarled with her still skunk vocal chords and slammed back against the scaly crotch. Thinking back again, she remembered how quickly she lost count of how many times people would ask her what she was, exactly. She got tired of explaining and just started saying 'skunk-taur, duh!' automatically. All she wanted was a nice, versatile quadruped body, low to the ground, good for crawling through forests with woodland debris strewn about.. that's where she made her money, after all! Stupid old man. Plus, she thought taurs were hot. Male skunk-taurs especially. But what skunktaur guy wanted to try to climb up on her big, stupid, fat, horse ass to get it on?! None of 'em!!
Hump.
Growling, she shoved back at the rumbling beast, but slapped at the dumb things arms as he tried to lay them over her upper body.. trying to pet at her fur, probably finding it nicer than the dumb coarse hair her equine half tried to pass off as fur. And where did people get off calling that huge clompy butt 'half' of her body? It was waaay bigger than she was! Stupid. At least it was strong. Strong enough to carry more of her equipment. But so too would her skunktaur lower body have been! She hoped that snake wasn't messing with her stuff while she was out here with this.. this dragon-thing.
Hump.
She felt his ballsac slap against her hindquarters, feeling him finally getting fully into it. Gah, finally. She ground back at him, stiff hooves pushing at the clawed up dirt with her effort. Stupid hooves, who wanted those? She wanted nice big paws to at least have some grip on the ground.
Hump.
Shove-back, clench. Anyway, what happened then? Oh yeah, she had gone around to all the magic shops and other wizards to fix her. But none of them would try to mix magics or some stupid magic mumbo jumbo. She eventually gave up and tried to go out hunting with her trusty bow.. centaurs had been the best archers for, like, ever, right? She couldn't see how! Her hooves made it too hard to sneak around like she used to!
Hump-Hump.
Moan, sigh, shove, clench. Then there was that snake. She didn't catch his name.. Sounded like Frankenstein? Whatever. He said he could hear and feel her coming a mile away. Ha ha ha, who cared. Jerk. After she told him her problem, he told her that he could help. Said he was good with potions. Said that he could give his dragon-taur beast of burden something to make it help her. She remembered asking why he couldn't just make a potion for her directly. She didn't remember the exact answer, save for that it just couldn't be done that way. Jerk. So she had to mate with his dragon-taur! Ew. Well.. it was the biggest anything-taur she had ever seen. And it was pretty hot when she got to see his.. thing.
Hump. Hump-Hump.
Speak of the devil. It felt like he was about to go off... Anyway, so he told her the potion would be transferred to her via his junk and it'd make her into the kind of taur she had wanted. He also made a handful of crude remarks, too. Jerk! But she played nice, going along with anything he wanted until she got the right body. Jerky jerk. Then she'd...
Hump. Hump. Hump. Hummmmmppp!
Ahh! There he went. Oooohh.. not bad at all.. mmmm. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good screw.. definitely before hooves. Before she had.. horse. Butt. What? Hehe, warm... gooey. She squirmed and rubbed the male's arms happily as he held her to his front, rumbling and pawing at the ground. Ooh, paws! She.. wanted those? They seemed big. And green. Skunks aren't green! She groaned and shuddered, feeling bad then. Jerkystine! The snake was saying something, all hissy-like, of course. She didn't really listen, just like before. Well, not like before, actually. Now she couldn't. Oh well. Jerk. He was moving his hands while he talked. Oh, charades!
Point at male, point at her, finger slides into other finger and thumb, then fingers enmesh all together.
Something about bonding? She snorted, shrugging it off mentally, leaning up against her big strong mate's broad, sexy upper body, running her scaly, clawed hands over it. She murred at the weight in her belly, raising a stout, thick reptilian back leg to lightly feel her bloated belly. Mmm, firm ball-ish things, feel nice and full. Potion work good. Whatever it did.
Jerk snake was pulling malemate off of her. Aww. Oh well, she was full now anyway. Although she was hungry now. Some part of her mind told her she wanted a skunk for dinner. A big, four legged one, for some reason. Oh, she was all saddled up, time to go.
**So began 'Amethystine's Travelling DragonTaur Egg Bazaar', and the rest is history.**