After she got cleaned up, Jen walked back to her room, or rather, living area in the barn.
She had orgasmed dozens if not hundreds of times over the day and yet she didn’t feel the least bit tired. She glanced at the clock. There was still plenty of time left before bed.
“Time,” she thought, “for some self-discovery.”
Jen walked over to her desk. She paid little attention to the shelves upon shelves of porn DVDs along the way to her computer. She’d save those for some other time.
Turning the PC on, she was greeted by a password screen. That wasn’t there before. She tried her birthday, her childhood pet, her school name. No good.
After a few more tries, a hint showed up: ‘What I Love Most’
It couldn’t be. She typed “horsepenis”.
It worked. Jen rolled her eyes. Truly, horse penis was the answer to everything.
As her computer loaded, she saw a notification about new files in her SinkBox folder. She opened it to find what must have been terabytes of porn. She was surprised to see it neatly categorized. Opening a top-level folder, she found the content mostly horse-related, from horse sex to centaur porn to something called “horse futanari”. She opened the latter and grew hard at what she saw.
She plopped down onto the cushions beneath her and shifted to a comfortable position, preparing herself for a long session with the newfound treasure trove of masturbation material. Jennifer set her many hands about – two to browse, two to each a horsecock, one to her human pussy, and one to her mouth, giving the insatiable thing something to placate itself with. Below the table were two massive sleeves which she inserted her elephant penises into. Lastly, she directed the final horsecock into her horse pussy.
She did all of this slowly, carefully, before falling into a rhythmic pattern, keeping her masturbation at a controlled rate and holding back whenever she got too excited. She needed to make this last.
Elbow on desk, hand on chin, the oversexed centauress sucked on her forefinger in preponderance. With history reshaping itself to conform to her changed body, what else was this reality’s Jennifer Smith into? This was going to be interesting.
For one, Jen was apparently a furry.
Well she LITERALLY was one now, but she didn’t think much of the social deviants before. Now she saw what she was missing. Subdivided by species, the folder was filled with images of sexy anthropomorphic animals and people turning into them. She nearly came on several occasions.
Whether they happened to be male, female, or both, they all appealed to her. She had been secure in her heterosexuality before and probably still would be if she were still human. Clearly that wasn’t the case anymore, what with her entourage of cock-hungry maids. And now that she was both sexes several times over she couldn’t help but imagine herself fucking large-breasted, double-dicked snake babes as they too fucked her.
A short while later and she saw another notification for new files. Strange. She hadn’t downloaded anything. Did she have people downloading porn for her? If so, that was one hell of a job to envy. Whoever was doing this went as far as tagging and favoriting pictures. After opening some of these supposed favorites, she was liking what she was seeing. Truly, this was a life of luxury.
Jen lost track of time. Hours passed. She was about to move onto a folder named “Body Modification” before her mother walked in. “Time for bed Honey.”
“Okay mom.”
Jen got up and fell onto her bed. It was huge, soft, and comfortable and was coated with some kind of hydrophobic material that made her precum roll off.
“Let me tuck you in.” Her mother headed toward a nearby drawer.
Opening it, her mother took out what looked like a bunch of straps and belts. Were these harnesses? Bits? Jen didn’t know what to call them. That went doubly so the moment she spotted massive horsecock-shaped dildos amongst the straps.
“Mom!? What are those for!?” Jen asked incredulously. She shot straight up out of bed.
Jen’s outburst caught her mother by surprise. “Huh?”
“Mom, what,” she repeated, pointing at the harnesses, “are those!?” Jen now saw there were two sets. One set had a dildo by itself. The other had two which sat next to another. One of these was far larger than the other. She could make a guess as to what they were for.
Her mom held them up. “They’re what you sleep with, Honey, you know, ever since your change. You get so horny that you that can’t help but fuck yourself in your sleep. Your wet dreams cost us enough of your semen as it is, and you get them every night. We can’t go losing any more of it. Now quit complaining and let me tuck you in.”
Jen did as she was told. First was her mouth. This was the bit, her mother explained. She tightened a series of straps around Jen’s head. Next, Jen was to insert the attached dildo into her cuntmouth. She did so carefully, as not to set her mouth off. However, the dildo was a hyper-realistic replica of a horsecock. Her stimulated folds were unable to tell it apart from the real thing, and by time it was all the way in, she had come from her mouth more than a few times.
Next came her rear. This was the harness. The straps came first as they had with the bit, but the latter half was looking to be a totally different experience. Jen searched her oversized bed for something to hold onto, spotting an L-shaped body pillow with an anime centauress on it.
Hugging the pillow, Jen blushed as she presented her ass to her mother and raised her tail. Her mother promptly pushed the tip of impossibly large dildo into her daughter.
Jen moaned in pleasure. She thought she knew what it would feel like, seeing as how she had fucked this very pussy with not one but two of her own horsecocks that same morning. There, she had been mare and stallion both. She had thought the dual sensations intense beyond compare.
Here, she was just the mare. And yet, and yet, the sensations were just as powerful as she reached the first of several orgasms. Her hips began to move involuntarily once the medial ring passed her equine lips, welcoming even more of the dildo into herself and causing her orgasms to come faster.
She screamed in ecstasy, or at least, she tried to. Instead, her pussymouth clamped down on the dildo inside it, adding to the pleasure.
Above all, however, she wasn’t prepared for the moment when the other end of the dildo touched her ass. Her horse pussy immediately gave a motion so powerful that it sucked the rest of the dildo into itself, simultaneously pulling its companion dildo into her anus.
Though she hadn’t even so much as touched her cocks, they began to come just from the anal penetration alone. It was so sudden and unexpected that Jen couldn’t redirect them in time.
Five ropes of sticky white horse semen shot out from her in all directions. It splattered against the walls, against the ceiling, against the shelves of porn DVDs and against her monitor, sending it flying off her desk. It wasn’t long before Jen blacked out from the pleasure assaulting her from all sides.
Her mother stood in the doorway and regarded her daughter, unconscious but nevertheless thrusting away at that cartoon pillow of hers and making a complete mess. She smiled. Her daughter looked so adorable when she slept. With that, she turned off the lights, and closed the door, a second before cum splattered against it.