Amanda let out a deep and heavy sigh; shifting her equine half for better support, the massive weight pressing down on her equine rear managed to inch closer to her. She gasps as she feel the thick massive rod spreading her insides. His fore legs locking her in place as the male thrusts; Amanda sighs as she feels his hand around her human abdomen. Inching up closer to her bare breasts, heaving up and down has her body is being rocked by rhythmic thrusting. Moaning as she feels the flatten tip of his shaft pressing her cervix; Amada’s muscles automatically clench on the phallus, determined to milk it as it starts to twitch.
“Ahhhhhh!” Chris shouts, followed by a whinny as he senses his equine phallus flare and the sensation of firing bullets racing through him. He grunts and pants as he begins to cum in Amanda; hearing her whinnies of pleasure as she tries to squirm below him. Chris lowers his upper half closer to Amanda as he tightly grips her. His hands squeezing on her ample breasts as he keeps spasming into her hungry cunt.
“By the goddess,” Chris panting as he releases his on her as he feels his orgasm tapering off; “that was heavenly.”
“Oooooooooh,” Amanda mutters as her eyes flutter; feeling weak she wants to collapse on the nearby pile of hay acting as their bed. Amanda was unable as Chris was still mounted to her, yet he managed to shift his weight, and the two tumbled into the hay pile; still entwined each other.
*****
Amanda jerks up from her fitful slumber; the dream was vivid and felt real. The first rays of daylight invading her eyes; further brought her out of her torpor. Waking up slowly, she turned to see Chris snoring softly next to her. Marveling at his brown fur blending into a well-muscled physique; she slowly got up on her hooves to see that Chris slept on both of his stomachs. She was curled up next to him as she examined the bed the slept on. Stretching she walks toward the window to open the curtain; letting in more light.
Hearing a groan behind her, Amanda flicks her tail as she takes a moment to admire her charcoal black fur. Twisting her upper torso to get a better look at her equine rear, Amanda notices the subtle dark red highlights in the fur and smiled as she bent down to pick up the bra she threw off the night previous. Placing it on, Amanda pauses; “they feel firmer.” Amanda cupping both mammeries and giving them a slight heft. “Fuller too,” Amanda noticing the bra feeling tight; she figures that her bust got bigger along with the changes last night and was too exhausted to notice any tightness.
“Guess I need to see what is in available,” the new centauress comments as she walked towards the nearby wardrobe and opening up the doors. Pursing her lips she grabs a brown leather looking crop top. Seeing no other options or different colors, Amanda puts it on. She sighs as it feels a bit loose, yet relieved that she is at least covered to a degree. Turning around to see Chris finally waking up as he yawns, she makes a comment to hurry up as she walks out the door. The sound of hooves making contact with the ground made her pause for a moment before she smiled and continued her purposeful walk the communal washroom. Turning herself around so her rear is facing a trough that angles to a cesspit, Amanda raises her tail and lets loose a stream of urine from her new equine sex.
“So that is what peeing standing up feels like,” Amanda speaking to herself as the stream slowly ebbs to a trickle that begins to trail down one of her hind legs.
“Need help getting cleaned up.” Chris speaking as he watched his mate relieved herself.
“You just want to feel me up,” Amanda smiling as she turns around to let Chris wipe her down with a nearby damp sponge on a stick. “I think this is what this is used for,” Chris rinsing the sponge before putting back in its container.
“Were you were doing your business while cleaning me up?” Amanda asks as she lowers her tail and turns around. Seeing the puddle under Chris’s hooves answered her question as she grabbed that same stick and wiped down his sheathe.
*******
Moments later the two happy taurs entered the communal eating area to see Breakfast already prepared. Its was mostly leftovers from last night’s feast. They each grabbed a plate and helped themselves to some of the venison and apples before heading to a place to eat. Tucking into their meal, they see Fred slowly trudging to the same buffet table. Fred notices them and approaches them.
“Let me get something to eat and I’ll shoe you two first.”
"We can wait,” Chris answering between bites of apple; “no rush.”
“You’re up, “I’m up,” Fred shaking his head; “let’s get this done before I collapse from exhaustion.”
“Have you had any sleep,” Amanda looking concerned; noticing Fred yawn.
“It’s not sleep that I am lacking,” Fred fighting back another yawn; “its lack of coffee.”
“Oh I could go for a triple mocha soy latte,” Amanda mentioning her favorite caffeinated beverage. She then frowns at it was likely a treat she will never be able to enjoy.
“I’d settle for black coffee,” Fred responding; “but it doesn’t look like there is any coffee bean about.”
“We should check out the remaining building,” Chris noticing the few that are still shuttered; “there may be more supplies we missed. Tools, records of the town.”
“We should also list down which buildings need repair,” Amanda adding as Fred ambles towards the food. She notices that his ears are looking more pointed. Deducing that he will most likely change tonight, she makes a silent prayer to Epona whishing Fred a comforting transformation.
“The first building should be the mill,” Amanda finishing her venison; “I wouldn’t mind having fresh bread to go with breakfast.”
Chris nods as he continues to eat the last of his breakfast.