“I’m not giving up on you, Marty” Summer told me with that usual look of desire in her eyes. It wasn’t only sexual desire, though that was there too, but it was also a fondness and a loving that I knew she had for me. Summer and I had been the closest of friends for over four years now, but I knew that she wanted our relationship to go beyond that. She loved me and she wanted to be my lover. I could tell that she was unsatisfied with our usual hugs and friendly kisses. Her love for me was great and she wanted to make love to me.
“Again with this?” I replied in my usual charming but smart-ass tone. “Jeez woman, you have to get to the back of the line if you want this man.” I said sarcastically.
“Please Marty, I’ve known you four years now and I’ve never even seen you on a date with anyone. Not only that, but I’ve never even seen you hit on a woman. I know it’s not because you are shy. You are far too charming and outgoing for that to be the reason.” She looked at me again with her pleading eyes, which almost seemed to beg me to be her lover.
“I’m waiting for just the right woman before I strike. I’m very particular.” I said with a stupid smile.
She shook her head. “You always give me these lame excuses whenever I bring up relationships...”
“Which you bring up far too often I might add.” I interjected.
“Not really,” she continued. “I mean, you seem so lonely. You’re a handsome and charming man. I can’t believe you don’t want a relationship. Hell, I’ve seen you turn down other women too. Some of them were regular hotties too.” She looked down for a moment hesitating, not wanting to continue her line of thought. “I mean, if you’re.... um, I mean, uh.... If you’re... not interested in girls.... I would understand. I would never judge you. I just think we are good enough of friends that you should tell me if you’re... well, you know...”
“Gay?” I finished for her. I knew what she was thinking. I had always feared she might. Hell, I feared that everyone might. I didn’t have anything against gay people, but I sure didn’t want to be thought of as a homosexual, especially since I wasn’t gay.
“Well, yes, I promise I won’t think any less of you, nor would I tell anyone if that’s what you want, but I think we are good enough friends that you can confide in me.” She stated as she rested her hand lovingly on my arm.
“No, I’m not gay, Summer.” I said with great resonance, but without implying that I would be insulted by her thinking it.
“What is it then?” She asked with true curiosity.
“Jeez Summer, a guy tells you he’s not interested in you sexually and you immediately assume he’s gay. Wow, that is some big ego you’ve got.” I said with a smirk.
“Cut it out, Marty. You’re lips say that you’re not interested, but your eyes say otherwise. I wouldn’t persist if I didn’t think there was an interest there that you are suppressing. I see the love and respect you have for me in your eyes, but yet you resist. Why?”
“Can we please talk about something else, Summer?” My voice was nearly pleading with her to get on to another topic.
“No, I need to know. Do you find me hideous?”
“Hideous? No. Disgusting is more like it.” My typical smart-ass response was in full effect.
“I see.” She said in mock sadness.
“No, I’m kidding. You are, in fact, a very beautiful woman.” I wasn’t lying when I told her that. She was quite the lovely lady. She had gorgeous flowing, long, sandy blond hair, which framed her unblemished face. Her eyes were just as deep and blue as any tropical ocean. Her lips were thin but full of moist passion that would delight any man she would kiss. Her frame was slender, except for her bountiful breasts, which she had told me in an earlier conversation were 34C in size. Her legs were long and solid as if a pedestal upon which her beautiful torso rested.
“Ok, you find me attractive, and I know you love me, you’ve told me as much on several occasions. So, why not develop our relationship further? Are you afraid of destroying our friendship?”
“Uh, yeah, that’s it, I don’t want to destroy our friendship.” I said in a voice so incredulous that even the most naive person would scarce believe me.
“I don’t believe you, Marty. Your eyes not only betray your love, but also your true feelings.” She said as she wrapped her arm around me in an impromptu hug.
“I’m going to have to start wearing shades whenever I’m with you, Summer.”
“What’s the real reason? And no lying!” She demanded. “I was watching da Bears game today,” I tried to change the subject. “True, they lost, but they’ve got some talented young players, I think they could do quite well next season.” Summer was an actual football fan, which was another reason I enjoyed her company so much.
“The real reason, Marty!” She demanded again. I could see that my pathetic attempt at changing the subject was not going to dissuade her from her mission of truth seeking.
I looked down, starting for who knows how long at Summer’s coffee table. I had come over to Summer’s apartment just to watch a little TV and to have a pleasant conversation, and now she was demanding that I reveal my secret. I could, of course, just have walked out, refusing to tell her, but something inside me told me that she was right. She was my friend and she deserved to know the truth.
“I don’t want to...” I struggled to find the words. “...Infect you.” My eyes never left the coffee table.
“Infect me?” She said with true concern. “Are you... Do you, um, have some sort of... venereal disease?”
“Yes,” I answered simply, still not taking my eyes off her table.
Summer reached her hand out and touched my face just below my chin, raising my head up so that my eyes met hers. “What sort of disease?” She asked gently.
“Um, er...” My mind raced for the name of a disease. “Uh, herpes.” I finally managed to get out.
Summer shook her head again. “You never could lie to me, Marty. I think you love me too much for that.” She was right. I could never hurt her, or even be dishonest with her. “Now tell me the truth, please. Whatever it is, I will understand.”
My vision returned to the familiar sight of her table. I sat there in silence again. Summer patiently waited from me, allowing me to take my time. I finally spoke. “You would never believe me.”
Summer wrapped her arms around me again and comforted me. “Part of knowing when you are lying is knowing when you are telling the truth, Marty.”
I couldn’t deny that logic. I sat in silence again, and again Summer waited patiently for my reply. “I was telling the truth when I said I didn’t want to infect you, Summer. But, I don’t have a venereal disease, at least, not one that anyone has ever heard of before.”
“What is it then?” She asked me softly.
“I’m.....” I struggled to say it. I had only told one other person, and that was when I was begging forgiveness for what I had done, for the evil I had released upon the poor woman. “I’m cursed.” I finally managed to say.
Summer looked at me with wide, unblinking eyes for a moment, before busting up laughing. “Wow, you said that so seriously, you almost had me going there.”
“It’s true, Summer. I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.” I stated sorrowfully.
“Come on, Marty, I’ve never known you to be a superstitious person. You can’t truly believe that you are cursed.” She still had a smile on her face. She had heard all of my smart-ass remarks over the years. I couldn’t blame her for thinking that I was being a smart ass again.
“I didn’t believe it myself, until I saw the results. It’s true, Summer. I put a young woman through hell. I loved that woman. I tortured her, and she hated me for it. I could never put anyone through that again, especially not you.”
The smile on Summer’s face disappeared. She realized that I was not kidding and that I was truly suffering. She gave me another supportive hug. “Um, Ok, tell me about this curse then.” She asked with a modicum of doubt still lingering in her voice. She knew that I believed what I was saying, but doubted its actual truthfulness.
I sighed, not wanting to talk about this curse, but yet, it was comforting in a way, to finally talk about it, even if the person I told had her doubts as to the veracity of the story. I thought for a moment about where to begin with my sad tale. Finally, I chose a point. “You remember that time you wanted me to go horseback riding with you?”
“Yes,” she answered simply.
“And I told you that I hated horses?”
She nodded. “I still can’t believe that you hate horses. I think they are such beautiful animals myself.”
“I used to think that myself actually. I really did. I loved horses, quite literally, but I’ll get back to that later.” A touch of concern swept over Summer’s face. I continued. “Suffice it to say that, I really loved horses. I used to go horseback riding all the time. I even took a job shoveling horse shit at a stable just so I could be around horses more often.
“Anyway, one day, while I was shit-shoveling, this woman came to ride one of the horses. I was immediately enamored with this lady. She was beautiful, not to mention rich. She drove a brand new sports car and wore only the most fashionable of ridding attire. Her body was perfect, and I do mean perfect. She came back several more times after that first day I saw her. Always in that fabulous sports car and always wearing the finest of clothes. Every inch of her body was toned. Not a single blemish marked her lovely skin. Her hair was always fashionable and her eyes were brilliant in their luster.” I noticed that Summer’s expression was starting to become annoyed at my fawning over this woman.
“Anyway,” I continued. “I chatted her up a little bit, back in the days when I was still free to hit on women. Over the course of a few weeks, I was able to find the courage to actually ask this woman out on a date. I, of course, expected to be rejected. I mean, here she was, rich and beautiful, and there I was, shoveling horse shit for a living. I was pleasantly surprised when she accepted the date. I had no idea why she would date a bum like me, but I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity, nor was I going to spoil it by asking her what possessed her to say ‘yes.’
“We went on our date, and, for the most part, had a fun time. We dated again, and again, and eventually started a relationship. I won’t bore you with details, but I will just say that sex with her was wonderful.” Again, I saw a twinge of annoyance, or even perhaps jealousy, wash across Summer’s face as I talked about sex with this woman from my past.
“I loved her, and I loved to make love to her.” I continued, despite Summer’s annoyance. “Yet, that didn’t stop me from cheating on her.”
“You cheated on her?!” Summer interrupted. “Marty! I can’t believe you would do such a thing.”
“I still loved her, and only her. It was just meaningless sex.” I tried to justify.
“Meaningless sex?” Summer asked with great disappointment in me. “I find it a little disturbing that you could actually engage in meaningless sex with another woman, Marty. I thought you were better than that.”
I struggled to proceed. I knew that this next part of the story would be difficult for Summer to hear. All of my better sense told me not to say anything, but I couldn’t conceal it from her. She had to know my story. Now that I had started, I couldn’t stop even if I had wanted to. No, she had to hear my story, and hear it all, including all the shameful bits.
“That’s just it, I didn’t have sex with another woman.” I said as the shame and guilt over what I had done came rushing back to me in full force.
“You cheated on her with a man?” Summer asked me in a shocked expression.
“No, not with a man.” I said shamefully.
“Well...” Summer almost didn’t want to ask the inevitable question. “With whom then?”
As I said, there was a time, when I loved horses...”
“Oh no, don’t tell me.” Summer interrupted me.
“I know,” I said with my head hung low. “It was a stupid thing to do, but I was curious. I so loved the look of the equine body. I was around those beautiful horses all day. I had thought about it many times, and I always hated myself for even considering such things, but it kept coming back. One day the curiosity just got the best of me. I hate admitting this, but it is true, I had sex with one of the mares at the stable.”
“That’s disgusting!” Summer said, getting up from her couch, looking almost as if she was in physical pain from the admission I had just made to her. I could see that it disturbed her greatly. I tried to comfort her by admitting my guilt and shame over what I had done. “At least you have some remorse over what you did.” She said as she took her place back beside me on the couch. “I assume that your curiosity has been satisfied and that you would never do something like that again?”
“That’s just the thing.” I stated sadly.
“What do you mean?” She said with genuine curiosity.
“The fact that I had sex with that mare was not the worst part of that day. The worst part was that I got caught.”
“Oh my god, your boss caught you?” I was happy to see that Summer was feeling for me again, rather than looking at me like some twisted pervert.
“No, not my boss, my girlfriend about whom I was telling you.” I said.
“Oh man, I can only imagine the horror I would feel if I caught my boyfriend screwing a horse. I’m still I little horrified that you did it.”
“I thought that would happen.” I almost felt like I could cry. I hated to disappoint Summer like that. I didn’t want to be seen that way by her. “Please don’t think me a pervert.”
Summer hugged me again. “I forgive you, Sweetie.” That was another thing I loved about Summer. She was a forgiving person by nature, even with weirdoes like me. “What did your girlfriend say when she caught you?”
“She was understandably upset. Strangely though, she didn’t seem very shocked by it. Anyway, that’s when it happened.”
Summer looked confused. “When what happened?”
“The curse,” I stated plainly. “She was the one who cursed me.”
Summer tried to stifle a laugh without much success. “Come on, you don’t really believe that do you?”
“I didn’t at first. Look, she started screaming at me. I tired to apologize, and explain that I was just experimenting and that I was stupid for doing it, but I knew it was over between us right then. But, then she starts yelling about how I cheated on her, and how if I loved horses more than her, how I should fuck them all the time. I tried to explain that it wasn’t like that, that it was just a morbid curiosity on my part. She wouldn’t listen though. Then, she started yelling all these strange words in what I can only assume was a foreign language. When she finishes, she tells me about how I’m cursed to have intercourse with only horses from now on. By that point, I had pretty much given up on ever trying to repair the damage, and just said something like ‘yeah, whatever.’ Not only that, but I also wanted to get the hell out of that stable. I was so damned embarrassed. I knew that I would not be working there after that day. I had no desire to return.
“Eventually, I managed to forget the stable job, the sexual encounter, and the woman with whom I had been in love. That is, I was able to forget it until my next relationship started. It was then that the memory of her curse came back to me. It was true. It was all true!” I had to stop my story for a minute. I was on the edge of tears at that point.
Summer saw my pain and again held me in her arms. “What happened?”
After a few moments, I was able to start the story again. “It was true, I discovered it the first night I tried to make love to a woman.
“What happened?” Summer again asked.
“Nothing out of the ordinary at first. We were kissing and fooling around for a while. Then, I penetrated her, and we started to have intercourse. Again, nothing out of the ordinary happened at first. We were both enjoying ourselves. It wasn’t until a few minutes into it, right as I was just starting to feel like I might cum that it happened.”
“What happened?” Summer asked for the third time. Summer may not have believed in my curse, but she was certainly becoming interested in my story.
“I... infected her.” I used the same terminology that I had used earlier. That’s the way it felt to me, as if I had some before-unknown disease, of which I was a carrier and she was the victim. “I didn’t know what was going on at first. It happened so rapidly.”
“What happened rapidly?”
“She... transformed.” I said with a grimace on my face as I remembered the event as if it happened the night before, even though it had occurred nearly five years ago.
“Transformed into what?” Summer asked with curiosity but still trying to keep her natural skepticism intact.
“Into some weird, half horse-half woman creature!” I nearly shouted as the memory returned to me vividly.
“What?!” Summer face showed that the incredulous look of someone who had just been offered the Brooklyn Bridge for sale.
“I swear to you, Summer. I know how it sounds, but it is true. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it, but I couldn’t deny it. Her new body was right in front of me!”
“What did her new body look like?” Summer asked, probably in an attempt to humor me more than from curiosity at this point.
“From the waist up, she looked just like she had before. It was from the waist down that she differed. Her legs were gone! They had been replaced with the legs and body of a horse. The only part that was missing was the horse’s head. Where you would expect the horse’s head to be, there was only her upper body. Her waist was connected seamlessly to the body of a horse, four legs, hooves, tail and all.”
“A centaur,” Summer said.
“A what?” I asked, mystified by the word she had just uttered.
“A centaur,” Summer repeated. It’s the word for the creature you just described.
I was suddenly filled with a little hope. Rather than calling me crazy, Summer actually had a name for this strange creature that I described. “There is a name for such a creature?” I asked excitedly.
“Yes,” Summer explained. “Centaurs were common in ancient Greek mythology.”
“Oh, mythology,” I repeated, disappointed that the name didn’t describe a real creature known to others.
“Yes, maybe you were exposed to some Greek mythology sometime previous to this delusion.”
“Delusion?!” So she did think I was crazy after all.
Summer put her arm around me again. “Of course Sweetie, you don’t really think this happened to you, do you? Actually, I can see that you do, but I can assure you that it didn’t. Delusions can seem very real sometimes.”
“It wasn’t a delusion!” I barked at her as I pulled away from her embrace. “I was there! I saw it. I felt it. I mean for Christ’s sake, I was in her pussy, and then in the blink of an eye, I’m inside of a mare, or at least half a mare.”
Summer shook her head. “Think about it, Marty. Why haven’t I, or anyone else for that matter, heard about this centaur creature? Nobody else heard or saw her because it only occurred in your mind, Marty. I’m not saying that you are crazy, you just need a little help is all. You are obviously fine, you get along fine from day to day, but this delusion has caused you great stress, and I think you should talk to a professional about it.”
I sneered at Summer, as she tried to act all helpful as a way of concealing the fact that she thought I was nuts. “The reason that no one heard of her condition was that she locked herself away in her house for a week until she returned to normal.”
“Oh, the transformation only lasts a week now.” Summer said in a voice that was obviously meant to ridicule me. “Your story gets more self-fulfilling all the time.”
“Hey, I never said that the transformation was permanent.” I asserted. “The curse is on me after all. The week that she was stuck as a half-human-half horse freak was enough for her to lose all interest in me sexually. She hated me after that in fact, as any woman would. That’s were my hatred of horses started too. Hell, I almost get sick at the sight of a horse anymore. My damn fascination with those stupid animals was what started this whole mess.”
“How did she know it was your fault?” Summer asked, still trying to find holes in my story, while still trying to remain supportive.
“Because I told her, Ms. Smarty Pants.”
“How did you know that it was your fault?”
“Because,” I sighed. “The day at the stables is not something you easily forget, and when I saw this strange creature in front of me, it didn’t take me long to remember the curse. I don’t know if the woman was a witch or what, but she put a curse on me, and that curse worked. Once I told my story to the senatore as you call it...”
“Centaur,” Summer corrected.
“Ok, ok, centaur, she was quite upset with me. She asked if she would be like that forever, and I told her that I didn’t know. I saw her a few weeks later, and she told me that the horse body had disappeared and her normal legs returned after a week. Well, she didn’t really tell me that, she screamed those words to me along with how she hated my guts and never wanted to see me again.
“I tried to track down the witch, or whatever she was, after that, but she was nowhere to be found. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth, who knows, maybe she did.”
“And that is what has kept you from pursuing any serious relationships?” Summer said with a look of disappointment.
“Of course, I don’t want to put anyone through the hell I put that woman through. No, it’s better that I remain celibate.”
“Marty, I know it is hard to believe, but there is no curse.” I just shook my head in denial. “OK, Marty, let’s assume that you are cursed, maybe it’s over by now, you should at least try.”
“I can’t take that risk, Summer. It is too dangerous.” Summer stood up and paced slowly around her apartment as if something were on her mind.
“What’s up, Summer?” I asked, desperate to know of what she was thinking.
“What if...” Summer hesitated. “What if your lover didn’t mind being transformed?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, totally bewildered by her strange question.
“I mean what if it didn’t bother.... No, what if, in fact, your lover wanted to be transformed?” Summer asked in what appeared to be total seriousness.
“Why would anyone want that?” I asked.
Summer came back over and took her familiar spot next to me on her couch. “Look Marty, I’ve told you of my love for horses, but what I never told you was my even greater love of centaurs.”
“Nice try, but you’re not going to get me in the sack that easily.” My typical smart-ass attitude had returned.
“No, seriously.” Summer affirmed. “I have loved the idea of centaurs for a long time. Let me show you.” Summer walked over to her desk and opened up one of her desk drawers. See pulled out several papers with drawings on them. She handed them to me. I examined them and saw that they were pictures of half humans and half horses similar to what my ex-girlfriend had looked like after the transformation.
“What are these?” I asked.
“Drawings that I did of centaurs.”
“Really? These are quite good, I didn’t know you were an artist.” Seemed we were both finding out new things about each other this night.
“I’m not, I’m just good at drawing one thing, and that’s centaurs, and that’s only because I’ve had so much practice at drawing them. You should have seen my first attempts. They were quite crappy”
I flipped through page after page of centaur drawings. There must have been over a hundred drawings here. They varied in size and color. The human halves of the centaurs varied from children to old people, and included both men and woman. “I can’t believe it. It’s so coincidental that you would like the same creature that results from my curse. It just can’t be. It’s too much of a coincidence. Maybe you were right, maybe I am crazy.”
“Hey, I never said you were crazy, just that you needed a little help. We all need a little help sometimes.”
“And you still believe that? That I need help? That I imagined the whole thing?”
“Yes,” Summer responded. “But...”
“But what?” I asked.
“I wish that it was true.” Summer said with a bit of embarrassment.
“What?! Why? So I can suffer.”
“No, of course not, Marty. That’s just it, you don’t have to suffer. You don’t have to isolate yourself from loving relationships. Even if this curse were true, and you turned me into a centauress, I...”
“A what?” I asked as she threw yet another new term at me.
“A centauress, same thing as a centaur, just the female version of it, you know, like ‘actress’ instead of ‘actor’?”
“Oh, ok,” I said, not wanting to argue.
“Anyway,” she resumed. “If this curse is true, and you did turn me into a centauress, it would be a blessing, not a curse, for someone who loves them as I do. I know that is hard for you to believe, but it’s true. I’ve often fantasized about being a centaur believe it or not.”
“No, I can’t believe it. I mean, what are the chances of you, my friend, being the one person who would actually want to become such a strange creature?”
“I’m not the only one.” Summer stated. “There are many others who fantasize about it too.” I gave her a look of nonbelief. “It’s true,” She asserted. “I’ve talked to others who feel as I do on the internet. It’s certainly not a common desire, but I’m certainly not the only one.”
“Unbelievable,” I could think of nothing else to say at that point.
“So.... would you do me the favor? Would you sleep with me? If the curse isn’t true, then we will share in the love that I know both of us feel for each other, and if it is real, well, that is all the better in my opinion.” Summer sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around me again, more lovingly than she had ever done before.
I shook my head. “You say that now, but you won’t feel that way after you are transformed into a half horse freak. Fantasizing is one thing, living it is quite another. I think your fascination will dwindle greatly once you have that huge horse body attached to you for a while.”
“You might be right.” Summer admitted. “But as you said, the transformation only lasted a week, so I’d only have to live with it for that long. If I grew to hate it, I could return to normal after that.”
“True,” I said as I started to contemplate the possibilities. Did Summer really have a fascination with these creatures? Her many drawings of them would seem to suggest the answer to that question was “yes.” I suddenly became very aroused. For the first time in nearly five years, the thought of actually having sex was there. My cock responded naturally, and was rock hard, and feeling quite uncomfortable in already tight jeans.
Summer, still sitting on my lap, noticed my arousal immediately. I see that you are ready.” Summer said with a smile.
“I don’t know whether...” Summer placed her finger against my lips, silencing me.
She spoke softly into my ear. “Just let yourself go, and do what you know you want, Sweetie. I know you don’t want to hurt me. I can promise you that you won’t.”
Summer reached down and started to unbuckle my pants. She pulled down my jeans and underwear, releasing my rock hard manhood. It had been so long since I had known a woman this way. My cock was eager to know the feeling of a moist pussy once again. Summer pulled down her underwear and skirt and took my manhood inside of her. She rocked herself back and forth on my raging hard member. Her pussy felt so good. It had been too long since I had felt this way. I let the feeling of fear slip away and embraced the waves of passion as they blissfully made their way through my body. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling. I enjoyed it until that inevitable moment, that is. That moment when I felt a great heaviness on my lap and a scream from Summer. It had happened again!
I opened my eyes slowly, not wanting to see what I had done. Summer’s smiling face was no longer there. She was now, in fact, facing the other direction. What I now saw directly in front of me, and what was awkwardly sitting on my lap, was the rear end of a mare, and my cock was inside of it just as it had been inside of Summer only seconds before. Except, I was still inside of Summer. This mare was Summer’s lower half. Summer was now a centaur! She looked as she had before from her waist up, but now she had the lower body and legs of a horse. The coat of fur on her equine half was a light tan in color.
She scrambled awkwardly off of me, and clumsily trotted around her apartment in her new form. Her steps were uneasy and uncertain. Summer was used to walking with two human legs, not four horse legs. I almost became sick at the sight of what I had done to my sweet Summer. Yet, when I looked at her face, I could only see her wide, bright smile. She was happy for crying out loud! How could she like what she had become, this monster? Somehow, some way, she did. Summer trotted over to me as I now stood, half naked, next to the couch. She was already getting better at walking in her new horsy legs.
She gave me a huge hug, squeezing me tightly. “Thank you so much! You’ve given me two of my greatest wishes all in one night. Your love and my dream form.”
“You mean...” I could hardly say it. “You actually do like this form? No kidding?”
“Like it? I love it!” She said with another huge smile and hug.
I stared at Summer as she trotted around her now much smaller apartment as she enjoyed her new body. I didn’t know why, but Summer really did love this body I had given her. I had to smile at the joy I had given her.
“Now what?” I asked as the realization of the fact that I was standing here next to a real life centaur came flooding back to my mind.
“Will you make love to me again?” Summer pleaded.
“What? Are you serious?” I didn’t need an answer, Summer was already running her hand through my hair with one hand and caressing my cock with the other. “I thought you said having sex with a horse was disgusting?”
“Hey!” Summer yelled in a voice that sounded truly offended. “I’m a centauress, not a horse. There is a big difference you know!”
“Not from this end.” I joked. I saw the hurt look on Summer’s face. “I’m kidding, Baby. I’m sorry.” I walked behind Summer, gently petting the soft coat of her equine back. I moved her tail out of the way and penetrated her. It brought back memories of when I had sex with the horse, except, it was much, much better this time. It was not just meaningless sex this time. It was love. I was making love to my sweet Summer, and she was loving every minute of it. I grabbed hold of her flanks as I continued to pound my hard cock into her. Her tail swished wildly, sometimes whipping me in the chest or face. I didn’t mind. I knew that it was just the involuntary result of Summer’s excitement. My only regret was that Summer’s sweet face was all the way down there, out of reach as I pounded her from behind. How I would have loved to kiss her tender lips as I made love to her, or to caress her soft bountiful breasts.
I was getting to about the point where I felt like cumming when something strange happened. In the blink of an eye, Summer had transformed! It seemed my curse had continued effects.
“What the hell?!” Summer screamed. I was still inside of Summer, but she had definitely changed again. I was further away from her. I dismounted her. I got a better look at her now bigger body. She now had six equine legs! She had her front pair of horse legs, but now had not one, but two pair of rear horse legs. A second horse body was now attached to where her hindquarters had been just a second go. Her human waist connected seamlessly with the body of a horse, that horse body then extended backwards, but where you would expect the tail to be, there was another horse torso attached. She had become some sort of hextaur, a centaur with an extra set of hindquarters.
“Oh man, I am so sorry, Summer. I had no idea this would happen.” I felt so horrible about what I had done to her. As if she wasn’t weird-looking enough already, I had made her into some sort of double centaur.
“Don’t worry about it, Marty. It’s actually kinda cool.” Summer said with a big smile on her face.
“Cool?!” I couldn’t believe she was saying this.
“Yeah, the extra legs are neat.” I was speechless. I couldn’t believe anyone would like something so weird. Before I had time to even think of something to say, Summer was wanting me to make love to her again. She all but demanded. I was beyond protesting at this point. I mounted her again. I was now even further away from her lovely face, but I obliged her and pumped away at her new equine sex. It wasn’t long before she transformed yet again. Yet another horse torso attached itself. She was now a centauress with three sets of hindquarters, eight legs in all. Summer was now absolutely huge. I thought that she was beginning to resemble a centipede more than a horse at this point. I didn’t stop my pounding this time. My cock had been denied too often. I kept pounding into her equine sex until a huge load of my cum squirted into her wet and warm equine body. I was finally satisfied, but Summer was just beginning to enjoy her new body. She even asked me again later that night for more sex. I, of course, refused. I would deny Summer any more sex this week. The sight of her with ten horse legs would have been too much for me to bare.
She lived like that. For the entire week she lived as an eight-legged centauress. Some interesting side-effects resulted too. I had neglected to tell her that my ex-girlfriend’s breasts had increased in size after the transformation. I could only assume that the increased levels of female hormones had that effect on her human half. I mean, she did have the female hormones of a entire horse running through her system. That would certainly account for the two cup increase in her breast size. Something which my ex had yelled at me about too, saying that her breasts had already been larger than she liked, and now they were even bigger, something that was especially troubling since unlike the horse legs, the larger breasts didn’t disappear after a week.
The effect on Summer was a bit more drastic. Her breasts increased in size as well, but that was not the only change to her chest. She actually grew extra breasts! She developed two extra pair of breasts, both of which developed rather quickly. The extra nipples, what we first thought to be small moles when they first appeared that following day, were fully developed by the following night. The surrounding breast flesh developed quickly too, as did the size of her normal breasts. Her C-cups were DD in size by the end of that week. Her extra breasts developed just as quickly. By mid-week they were a good B-cup in size, and near the end of the week, they were also a good DD-cup in size. She had three pair of DD-cup breasts, arranged in three rows of two. Her new breasts were a bit troubling to Summer. It seemed that she was not quite as fond of multiple breasts as she was of horse legs. She was even more troubled when I told her that the breasts might be permanent.
Towards the end of the week, Summer looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She examined her three pairs of breasts on her beautiful naked body. I made my way over to her, taking some time, being that she had a whole train of horse legs behind her torso now. I came up behind her and leaned myself against the soft coat of her equine body right where it connected to her human half. I cupped her uppermost breasts from behind, and started moving my hands down slowly, caressing every single inch of the new breasts on her chest. She turned around and gave me a big hug. An unbelievably pleasurably feeling shot through my body as all of her breast flesh pressed against me lovingly.
I backed up slightly and ran my fingertips across her many breasts. I moved from one breast to another before lowering my head to take one of her abundant and perky nipples into my mouth, suckling at it gently. I moved from breast to breast faster and faster, sucking on them harder and harder.
After several minutes of breast play, Summer backed away from my embrace, obviously upset that I was not going to go any further than kisses and breast play. She trotted over to her dresser in that strange eight-legged walk of hers. All six of her breasts bounced joyously as she did so. Summer pulled out several bras and attempted to cover her many bouncy breasts. It was useless however, her C-cup bras where too small for her new DD-cup breasts, not to mention, the straps on her bras were not long enough to reach her lower two rows of tits. Summer instead pulled out one of her body briefers. She pulled it over her head, leaving the hook-and-slot closure of the crotch open since she now had eight legs instead of two. She slowly pulled the tight nylon and spandex material of the body briefer over her many breasts. The body briefer was designed to provide a slendering look to a woman’s midsection, sort of like a modern-day corset without all the trouble of tightening laces. the tight and stretchy fabric of the briefer molded to the shape of her breasts, creating quite a sexy look. It was slightly looser on the bottom since it was impossible for her to close the crotch portion of the briefer since she now had a horse lower body, but the overall look was still quite sexy. It was so tight so as to conform to her many, many curves, like a second skin. She had two bits of cleavage showing, the top part of her upper breasts, and the bottom region of her lowest pair of breasts just above where the equine part of her body started.
Summer obviously was in need of some new bras. The body briefer was good enough to keep her breasts from bouncing around too roughly for the time being, but bras would be needed. It was, of course, my job to buy the bras for her, since Summer was barricading herself inside her apartment for the week. I wasn’t too fond of the idea of buying bras. It is hard to feel masculine when you’re shopping alone in the lingerie department, not for sexy teddies, but for ordinary support bras. She told me the style and brand she wanted, and that she wanted six bras, each 34DD in size, and that four of the six should be strapless, but that finding a strapless in size 34DD might be difficult so I might have to shop around a little. Wonderful, I thought. She was going to torture me with not just buying bras for her, but “shopping around” for them. After a few hours of searching, I found the bras she wanted, and returned home with them. She tried them on immediately. She used a regular bra for the uppermost pair and strapless bras for the lower two pair. It was quite a nice fit, and they helped control the severe bounce in her breasts that was caused by her eight-legged trot. Even with the support of her new bras though, the bouncing of her breasts was still rather massive, which caused the two strapless bras to constantly slip out of place, something which irritated Summer, but rather aroused me.
I was, after all, actually kind of fond of her new chest. I had never considered extra breasts as being something erotic before, but I loved the way they bounced as she trotted along on her eight hooves. She mentioned having the extra breasts removed if they didn’t disappear naturally. I protested, saying that they were actually very sexy. She initially got upset with me, saying something about men and their odd preoccupation with tits.
Summer didn’t have must chance to wear her new bras before I was palming her massive breasts. I brought my hands up and caressed her luscious breasts through the silky fabric of the bras, slowly working my hands around to the clasp in the back. As my arms reached around her beautiful frame. I unclasped her bras, freeing her breasts. I ran both of my hands down her side to the small of her back where her human back connected to the soft coat of her horse back. I began to lick one of her nipples. I placed my head between her huge breasts and enjoyed the feel as they touched my checks. I knew that Summer wanted me to go further, but I couldn’t have sex with her again. I couldn’t deform her body any more, no matter how much she claimed to want it. She had to be content on simple kissing and breast play.
She actually started to become fond of her many breasts by the end of the week, after she saw how much pleasure they gave me playing with them, and how much pleasure they could give her as I suckled and caressed them. She told me that her breasts were not only bigger and more numerous, but that they were also now ultra sensitive. When I caressed her breasts in just the right manner, she would let out a deep moan of pleasure.
When Summer awoke on the eighth day, she awoke with a much lighter body. Her eight horse legs had been replaced with her normal two human legs. As I predicted however, the six large breasts remained on her chest. The first request that Summer made of me that morning was, of course, more sex. Now that she had returned, mostly, to normal. I was happy to oblige. I ran my hand gently through her hair, as I pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her deeply and passionately. I ran my hand along her many breasts, stopping to cup each one of her bountiful boobs in my hand. Summer unbuckled and pulled down my pants, revealing my hard cock. To my surprise, she did not take me inside of her, but rather went down and pressed her soft lips against the head of my cock. She opened her mouth and took my cock, licking it and sucking it tenderly.
Now, as I sit with Summer on this the ninth day since we first made love, I wonder if oral sex may have been a mistake. I don’t know. When the end of this week arrives, I shall find out. My six-breasted Summer cannot tell me. Sometimes I think that I can almost understand her as she turns her new, lovely horse head, attached to her beautiful human shoulders, to me and looks at me with her big horsy eyes. She tries to speak, but can only whinny to me lovingly.
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